D&D 4th Edition
I might get a chance to play in a the new module Keep on the Shadowfell, so the DM asked about a character concept. Dashed off between calls at work today, I present
The thick black smoke hung about the tower's base like a rust monster to a paladin's platemail. Even as it burned, it was a beautiful sight, heartbreakingly so for young Riardon. The alchemical study of Hadarai Firehand, had been well warded against such accidents, but not against his own young son's curiosity and mischief. The chance that an eladrin of Riardon's age might liberate such arcane solutions from the top tower room only to clumsily spill his great treasure on the displacer beast rug in the foyer seemed unlikely. Years later on his first return to Avaellor since the tragedy he would argue that he hadn't seen the rug and it hadn't been there when he first came down the stairs and how could he have known that the fire would spread so quickly.
Called Rimer for the often risqué limericks he composes during battle, Riordan has taken up the mantle of an adventurer because of his love for the life and his lack of an accepting family in a home that shifts seasonally between the Feywild and the mortal world. No matter how often the faces might change, his party is his family and friends, the companions that enjoy his company and laugh at his ribald rhymes.
The thick black smoke hung about the tower's base like a rust monster to a paladin's platemail. Even as it burned, it was a beautiful sight, heartbreakingly so for young Riardon. The alchemical study of Hadarai Firehand, had been well warded against such accidents, but not against his own young son's curiosity and mischief. The chance that an eladrin of Riardon's age might liberate such arcane solutions from the top tower room only to clumsily spill his great treasure on the displacer beast rug in the foyer seemed unlikely. Years later on his first return to Avaellor since the tragedy he would argue that he hadn't seen the rug and it hadn't been there when he first came down the stairs and how could he have known that the fire would spread so quickly.
Called Rimer for the often risqué limericks he composes during battle, Riordan has taken up the mantle of an adventurer because of his love for the life and his lack of an accepting family in a home that shifts seasonally between the Feywild and the mortal world. No matter how often the faces might change, his party is his family and friends, the companions that enjoy his company and laugh at his ribald rhymes.