Post by gatalis on Apr 19, 2012 22:11:59 GMT -5
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Character Name : Duark Dekoruk (Derk, deck-o-ruck)
Desired Race : Duergar
Race Description : The duergar, or gray dwarves, are grim folk who lead lives of neverending toil in great underground foundry-cities. The typical duergar realm is every bit as powerful, cruel, and wealthy as a great city of the drow. Duergar cities exist only for the manufacture of wealth through unending labor. Duergar are the preeminent smiths and traders of the Underdark, and duergar caravans travel vast distances deep beneath the surface.
Duergar are sullen, insular, and tireless workers. They tend to be better neighbors than drow, but they are always eager to acquire new slaves to supply their labor needs. The duergar don’t waste slaves in the sort of cruel spectacles other evil races enjoy—they simply work their captives to death.
Race Abilities (modifiers):
+2 Constitution, -4 Charisma instead of -2
Darkvision
Immunity to paralysis, phantasms (eg phantasmal killer) & poison. This trait replaces the standard Dwarven poison resistance. (only way I know of to apply this would be a creature hide)
1/day invisibility
+2 bonus to saves
+4 bonus to Move Silently
+1 bonus to detect checks.
Automatic Languages - Common, Dwarven (Duergan), Undercommon ((I will note though that he will not speak common as I'm considering it unlearned until a time at which he has been on the surface for a while.))
Source Material : Expanded Psionic's Handbook for the base stats. It's the only source book I own in physical copy that includes Duergar. Due to him not being a psionic, I went through the forum's sourcing, and the SRD (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Duergar)
Brief Character background (this shows knowledge of the race):
From a young age, the grey-skinned dwarf had been taught that his life was worth little in the grand scheme of things, and that he would be better off to just work his career until death than try to become more. Grudgingly... He accepted this fate.
Duark continued to travel along the trade route. It had been three months, the longest his travels away from the main city had ever taken him. By trade the Duergar had been a bodyguard for one of the many caravan companies that held power within the city, a scout to be precise, and the head scout on this particular trade route. From a young age, he had taught himself to steal bits and pieces from the caravans he guarded, things that no one would notice, and had made a small patch of wealth from these under-the-table jobs. Throughout his time on the "road" Duark had managed to fit in quite well. He didn't talk much, and on the few times he did, it was in bitter sarcasm, or to tell one of the fellow bodyguards to stuff an Umber Hulk's...
The Grey Dwarf began to get a strange feeling, something wasn't right. Over the last couple days, the underdark had been less active than usual; While it was always relatively quiet for survival reasons, he couldn't even pick up the trace of vegitation or predators. He began to hear footsteps in the distance, and convinced the rest of the caravan to pull to the side and let one of the scouts go up ahead. Not moments after the scout was out of sight, a loud shrieking could be heard, followed by a gurgle, a groan... It sounded like a drow, but its voice was distorted... Something wasn't right, and the young Duergar knew this to be the case. When the undead drow began to come around the corner, and more from behind, he took flight. Whether they were alive or not, he knew that they stood no chance against those numbers.
Duark continued to run over the course of the next two weeks, manuevering through hidden cracks and caverns, and making meals off of the occasional mushroom and sip of cave water. He had lost most of his belongings in his original flight, and had noticed that the further he traveled, the more undead were around, but also the more surface weapons and bodies... The Duergar didn't like the idea of being on the surface... No cieling, the insepid light constantly shining, but he knew that his chances of survival down in the underrealm were slim to none with the sheer number of undead monstrosities. He quickly "followed the trail" so to speak of surfacer items until he arrived at the entrance of some slave tunnels...
When he finally navigated his way to the rope, Duark didn't know what to do. Climbing it and finding himself in an abandoned shack, he knew this was it... He could turn back and never think about this surface again, his risk of death being much higher, or he could make the most of these conditions, and perhaps find somewhere free of the putrid undead... While he reverred Laduguer for all that had been found within the dwarven pantheon's domains of magic and the ancient crafts, he had always found himself supporting the machinations of Asmodeus. The Grey dwarf said short prayer to the Lord of Nessus, hoping that perhaps on the surface he'd be able to make quite a fortune to eventually leave the strange world he was about to be forced to enter. Duark silently opened the door of the shack... Luckily it was night time.
(Would have made it a lot longer, but you did say brief...)
Feedback Desired : yes
//If approved, he'll be a Rogue and (eventually if he doesn't die) DEX-based Assassin.\\
