TheMasterOfCoin

Mainly posting this because I think it'll help me with my Event Request, which this helps support considering I'm not someone who posts on forums. Which is just how I am, I can't do Paradise forums as I'm completely committed to Roll20. Anyway this was a new character I made actually two days ago, took about a two short nights to finish it and a few scampering of quick edits. It's a Battlemaster for 5e, that is based off my Dark Templar from 3.5 At the end of my journey, I can see through time. My eyes blinded with tears. I see the star of our hopes, the Emperor who once brought peace and prosperity to our House, who united tribes from all walks of life, I see an epoc of overall happiness and now... that all lies in ruin. The old gods had arisen, brothers picked up arms against brothers, mankind clung to each other's throats and nature took revenge by showering famine and plague upon us, leaving nothing but dead cities and pillaged settlements behind. The land is lifeless and barren... but maybe there is life on that distant forgotten land, where only few dared to venture - those who we would once call mad men. I am one of these mad men now. http://www.youtubeonrepeat.com/watch/?v=DV9kg-M1RJw Erik came from the Island of Morldua, where he resided within the Stormlands, a Kingdom ruled by a great emperor - a place that not too long ago was simply a muttering of villages and ill prepared castles. Now under the rulership of a great emperor, united and strong, Erik's people had arisen to great lengths, with an economical strength that boasted over all other Provinces. Their military strength was not grand, though their Knights were one of a kind and were often used to deal with grave matters of state - kidnappings and the like. It would seem Morldua herself had been tamed by the Stormlands as other kingdoms would take after the Kingdom, favoring peace and trade over war and famine. But such a Paradise could not last, as all good things must end. It started not long after Erik had his second child with his wife, the rattlings of new religion which took strong presence within both the Stormlands and the southern kingdoms. They were known only as the Craven, old gods that had once had strong presence in Morldua - during a time when war and pain were a plenty, but of course these details would be forgotten and all that would remain in the peoples eyes is that they were known for showering their followers with good luck. Of course this fact would come to light, as followers of the faith seemed to receive better crops, wealth and seemed even less likely to die than others, those who spoke out publicly against the faith found themselves dead the next morning, hung outside their house in a tree. It would seem a shadow had grown over the land as more and more of this new religion would come to light, books and scriptures coming from apparently nowhere detailing how to correctly follow the Craven - how to impress the gods and to become their champions. Many took to this, whether it was fear or simply greed, they took to it - grasping at a dark divine power in the hopes that they would - with their families arise to a better life... it was not long until the wars had started again. Many of the northern neighboring Kingdoms rejected the religion and of course, the Stormlands - a nation once known as the pinnacle of peace and prosperity was the first to take up arms against them. With a now bolstered military and embedded cruelty into their citizens, they ravaged the lands with the assistance of the Southern Kingdoms. Erik would go to war and in this war he would see all his brothers die, he would see recruits that he had been training for years - die in the mud, he would kill villagers in their huts. The anger of his fallen brothers taking over as the tide of war, as the righteousness that was once in him faded away - he was no longer himself, simply a wild beast awaiting orders. Powered not be religion, but by pain. He stood among his brothers, arrows in his back - awaiting death, waiting for what he had come to earn. Tears came from his eyes and blood soaked through his armor as he laid down to die - it was now as he laid down preparing to die that he had realized what he had become - moments later finally succumbing to his wounds. He awoke later finding himself not dead, but not quite alive - as he scrambled to his feet he felt different somehow - not undead, but something close to that. Had he died? Was he a ghost? He grabbed his flesh and squeezed, feeling quite physical he wandered the fields of dead men searching for answers. He found more wandering the fields, they too thought themselves dead - but for some reason they were not. None smiled that day, as it would seem the thought of life continuing after the wall seemed all but impossible. Though the kind of life that would prosper - is one that most would never want to see. Undead. They would come for them now, the overlords that had tricked them into killing each other had finally gathered enough blood - enough power to summon their armies and claim the island for themselves. Morldua was a plaything, an attack on the very essence of good as skeletons wandered the villages - killing all they could, under the direction of Horned Creatures which trudged along the background of the carnage. The middlemen between these skeletons and great overlords were the champions, the men that had given everything to the religion had now become enslaved to the Plane of the Dead - husks of their former selves, they only cared for two things - power and servitude. But those in the war that had been brought back to life - the things that the Horned Creatures had sought to torment even more, were something they did not plan enough for. With the assistance of Erik, he rallied those who had risen from the battlefield, before making an attempt to retake their lands. They killed scores of the undead and saved many, killing even a few of the Demons champions in the process of their war - but, this would not be enough, as they were not at battle with an army - but the dead they had buried in the lands. The demons would never run out of graves to defile and those who resisted them were few in number, with little in resources. Erik would be alone once again, among corpses - not dead, but not alive as he looked again towards his new brothers who had given their lives in their last effort to spit into the Craven's faces.Within a Keep lay the bodies of forty of his men, arrows littered the entire area, blood and bone decorated the halls and the courtyard, as it seemed that for every Knight that had fallen - five undead would perish as well. And in front of Erik would be the last Craven Champion of the Stormlands - his own mentor, with a sword embedded into his pale form he would mutter "Forgive me... brother." before dying on his sword. After The Island: After leaving what would now be called by outsiders - the Undying Isle, Erik seeked refuge in Faerun, though he would also find himself plagued with nightmares almost every night. As he seemed almost tethered to the place he had died, though the pain he experienced in his nightmares was not near enough to make him consider going back. For many years he braved Dungeons alone and sometimes with others in tow, searching for an answers about the Craven - for a way to exact his revenge.

To be honest, I'm confused why Xeno doesn't own the Gateway? I mean probably because it almost never involves aliens, but - you know, if you added alien / artifact orientated maps. That'd be cool. Instead of sticking them out in the middle of nowhere mine town, where Archeologists will not go. To be honest, kind of gets annoying seeing Clowns and Janitors use the Gateway, instead of - you know, science.

Going to keep this simple, as it doesn't need too much explaining. The Gateway annoyingly goes to the beach and phoron station all the time, while you might think this is okay. When people gear up almost every shift, to do Gateway - and often spend about 20 minutes or so preparing, sometimes even longer then that. Then waltz into the Gateway and find, for the third time in the row, it's the beach or the phoron station - they kind of start to hate the Gateway. I'm not saying you need to make the Gateway constantly action packed, but reducing the chance of it going to the Beach or Phoron station would make it a lot less soul sucking to use the Gateway, when it constantly goes to the places nobody wants it to go to. It's just a suggestion, not really a big change on your part and it requires very little effort. Worst case scenario, everybody wants to use the Gateway. Not really too bad in my books.

To be quite honest though, even when a Chaplain gets the chance to do something on a cult round. All they really do is just create holy water, which anyone can do to be honest - so with or without a chaplain, there's almost no difference. The Chaplain is kind of like the Clown to be honest, they exist - but they have no compelling reason to be on the station. It's like an aesthetic job.

This is beautiful, I SALUTE YOU SIR. I SALUTE YOU FOREVER. SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN MONEY. No but seriously in all my years of working on Mods, not once have I ever seen someone have the guts to make a guide on how to create content for the server.