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"Yes, yes, that's fine... You can watch the herd, I'll take a look around for spoor before the trail gets too cold. No sense waiting until the sun's out and making everything bright and miserable."

I've been working on a sheet and I have this so far. Character details like backstory and personality coming tomorrow. Is this good so far? I added the "Power" and "Languages" sections to the sheet as those were missing or I couldn't find the correct place to put those on.

EDIT: Finished, I guess.

Spoiler: Sigmund (click to show/hide)

Name: Sigmund
Ancestry: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Background: [13] "You traveled extensively. You speak one additional language."
Professions: Magic, Folklore
Languages: Common, High Archaic, Elvish
Size: 1
Speed: 10
Wealth: Getting By

Damage/Health: 0/9
Strength: 9
Agility: 10
Intellect: 10
Will: 12

Healing Rate: 2
Defense: 10
Perception: 10
Power: 0

Insanity: 0
Corruption: 0

Weapons and Equipment:
Staff
Basic Clothing
Backpack
Rations (1 week)
Waterskin
Tinderbox
3 Torches
Pouch
-3 cp

LEVELS
--Fill this in as the group level increases. List the paths you take (if any) and your bonuses.--

Spoiler: Character and Backstory (click to show/hide)

Quote from: Rolls

Background: [13] "You traveled extensively. You speak one additional language."
Personality: [14] "You help others because it’s the right thing to do."
Religion: [6] "You were raised in the teachings of witchcraft."
Age: [15] "You are a middle-aged adult, 36 to 55 years old."
Build: [7] "You are slender."
Appearance: [6] "Most consider you homely: not quite ugly, but a bit
worse than plain."
Interesting Thing: [6][7] "A recurring and disturbing dream."

Sigmund isn't particularly interesting to look at, looking like your average middle-aged man. His only defining features are his copper hair, short beard and slender physique,
and many would describe him as bland-looking.

While Sigmund isn't exactly heroic or righteous, he always tries to do the right thing as long as it's reasonable and doesn't put his life in risk. He would prefer dying peacefully while surrounded by friends and family than falling in combat, having his life cut short in a painful way.

Sigmund had a normal and stable childhood, or at least as normal as it can be when one is the son of both a witch and a wizard. His mother was from a coven that disbanded when one of their members was captured by witch hunters, while his father was traveling for research purposes.

They both met by chance in an alchemist's shop, fell in love and you know the rest. Since then, they lived together in a cottage close to a small village, small enough that it wouldn't draw the attention of criminals or monsters, and the few would be scared away with their magic.

His mother instructed him in the ways of witchcraft and teached him about their ancient traditions while his father his father educated him in the methodical field of magic. While clearly possesing magical heritage, just like both of his parents, he has been so far uncapable of casting even the most basic spell.

The nightmares started when he was 13. At first, they only happened once or twice during each year. Then it was every few months. Then each month. Then each week. Now, they happen almost every odd night. In the beginning, they weren't too bad, and ended shortly after they started. But every time it happened, it would be worse than the last time. What once was just a quick scare was now hours of disturbing visions,

Dreams of a place that could only be described as hell itself. A crimson land of brimstone, fire raining from the sky and emerging from the depths of earth. Every time, he would try to escape the crawling flames, only to be slowly consumed by the blazing inferno and burned alive. Every time, he saw himself be charred to the bone by hellfire, conscious during the whole process until he wasn't more than ashes.

When he was 20, before the nightmares got worse, he decided to leave the village his family lived in to find a meaning to his dream and a way to awaken his magical potential, if it even existed. Every month, he sends a letter to his (now aged, bust still alive) parents describing the things he found on his travels and the places he visited.

While the world wasn't exactly a pretty place, one could enjoy it as long as one was careful enough to avoid trouble and not draw unwanted attention. Even then, he still tries his best to help those in need, despite his frail body and limited skills.

I too would like to sign up for the waiting list, if I may. Character is entirely rolled, but not with dice, because I lack d20s.

The whole land for military service thing in his backstory I concocted from what little I read from the Orc Splatbook preview pages on rpgdrivethrough.com. It said, basically, that while nearly all Orcs are enslaved to the emperor, there do exist Orcs outside of his slave army; mostly in the form of Orc settlements established to promote the idea that Orc Retirement actually exist -- I figured pseudo-free land-for-service contracts would be a sort of natural extrapolation of their place in society. Hope that's okay for messing with the setting with you. Otherwise I could also see "Privilege to hold Orcs" as being something granted by the Emperor to trusted supporters and vassals, and that being the origin of the settlement and the contract, if that sits better with you.

Spoiler: Here's Stormin' Gormin (click to show/hide)

Name: Gorma
Ancestry: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Build: You have an average height and weight.
Appearance: You are ugly. You have thick tusks jutting from your broad jaw, a sloping forehead, and tiny eyes set deep in your skull.

Background: The Gods of Blood and Iron visit you in your dreams. You start the game with 1 Insanity.
Personality: KILL!

Professions: Peasant conscript, Mercenary

Size: 1
Speed: 12
Wealth: Getting By

Damage/Health: 12
Strength: 12
Agility: 10
Intellect: 9
Will: 9

Healing Rate: 3
Defense: 10
Perception: 10

Insanity: 1
Corruption: 1

Weapons and Equipment:
Dagger
Staff

Basic clothing
Backpack
A week of rations
Waterskin
Tinderbox
3 torches
Pouch of 2 cp.

A medallion depicting a hideous woman’s face.

LEVELS
--Fill this in as the group level increases. List the paths you take (if any) and your bonuses.--

Spoiler: More characty stuff (click to show/hide)

Relevant rolls:
Background: The Gods of Blood and Iron visit you in your dreams. You start the game with 1 Insanity.
Personality: Kill!
Professions: Peasant conscript, Mercenary

Gorma doesn't know when he started having the dreams. Perhaps he has always had them. For as long as he can remember he's had nights where he's been intruded upon by gruesome images and terrifying voices, filling his dreams with blood and violence, with brutality, savagery, and war. Neither does he know where the voices come from or who they belong to, but they hold his sleeping mind in an iron-handed grip. Sometimes they show him feverish visions of death and murder or whisper to him malevolent secrets, at other times they rise to a crescendo of commanding and demanding shouts. In his dreams he has killed a thousand men in a thousand ways and died a thousand deaths. When he wakes, he wakes in terror; sweat pouring from his skin, blood still racing through his veins, his muscles tense and strained, and always exhausted, as if he'd had no rest at all.

During the days the voices are quiet, but the their words and images still linger, like the rumblings of a faraway storm or a headache he cannot be rid off. When he looks to other people he sometimes sees them as they might have appeared in the dreams, dead and broken before him, many times by his own hand. The voices, he knows, even when he can't hear them, wants blood on his hands, commands him to make the visions reality, demands that he revel in the slaughter. But while he is awake he can deny them, and they respond by sending him dreams filled with scorching anger and indignation.

Gorma was born to a household outside of the emperor's enslavement of his kin. Not that this meant they were free people -- the tiny settlement he belonged to were beholden to a local lord, receiving the right to their miserable little plots of land in exchange for military service. His days a child was framed by fighting and violence; when he wasn't being prepared for service he'd spend his time quarrelling and scrapping like dogs with his peers over any and every thing -- what you couldn't defend, you couldn't keep, be it food, valuables, or any other possessions. He hated the village and his life there, and though he were to young to understand it yet, he wished for a place he could call his own, where others wouldn't boss him around and he wouldn't have to spend every moment guarding everything that was his, lest any moment somebody else would walk in and take it from him.

-----In that way it was somewhat of a relief when his military service began, routines, rules, and regulations ------ he had always had a gift for fighting ----- headhunted by mercenaries -------- when emperor dead, left to go north to seek his own fate -----

I finished my sheet actually.