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  1. Drdouble

    DrDbleChesBrger

    Hey for some reason it cut off my explanation of meta and power gaming. The end of meta gaming should say " to get help in an attack other player's characters wouldn't know about" and for power it should say "...aim for there arm, trying to slice it off."
  2. Drdouble

    DrDbleChesBrger

    Ayvryon has been a traveler for a large majority of his short life, this always hasn't been the case however. He was originally a street urchin living in Senntisten, picking pockets and doing odd jobs to get by. At the age of thirteen Ayvryon decided to target a noble he saw, sadly this didn't workout for him. While trying to cut the nobles coin purse from his belt a random passer by bumped into him causing him to drive the knife into the nobles side. The Noble quickly called the guards and Ayvryon fled the city. After this incident Ayvryon lived in the woods as his ancestors did, foraging, hunting, occasionally mining and constantly moving from place to place encase there was a bounty on him. One day while traveling Ayvryon happened upon a hidden grove dedicated to Cernunnos, the members there brought him in and treated him like the family Ayvryon never had. What Ayvryon didn't know was that this was a radical sect dedicated to Cernunnos, a group of skilled killers dedicated to hunting down practitioners of magic they consider heretical. Ayvryon spent the next few years training with them taken in by the idea of having somewhere to belong and a safe haven from anyone who might be after him, eventually fully excepting the ideas and practices of his new family. The time came for him to go on his first mission, a mission that went horribly wrong and one that he almost didn't survive. Upon returning to the grove he found it burned to the ground, scorch marks of fire and magic dotting the grove along with the corpses of his comrades. Devastated by the site of this he promised to continue the fight of his brothers who fell to these foul practitioners of magic. He scrounged up all the gear he could and set off, carrying his twisted view of Cernunnos in his heart and his bow in his hand.
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