[M] The Forgotten Realms: The Dancing Man [Mature]

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"Come Arthur" called the dark voice of the abyss. And as bidden Arthur Harpell came forward on his knees. His head was bent low and his faceless visage, long ago torn away by Asmodeus, because Asmodeus didn't like the ugly man, tilted slightly so that he might "see" his Lord and Master.

"I grow bored my dear slave" the genderless voice said to Arthur. Asmodeus was evil in it's purest form and as such he could change from male to female at whim, choosing even to be genderless. However right now Asmodeus was simply in a form similar to what Arthur had looked like. He wore it to openly taunt the broken man. "Go forth into the material plane and stir up some trouble. Make it entertaining and I might see fit to grant you a reprieve for a few hundred years. No torture for at least half of that, and then only partial tortures for the rest,"

The evil lord laughed knowing that such a pitiful offer of what should have been free for the human looked so tempting. So tempting that the twisted Arthur couldn't resist. He bowed so hard that his head cracked against the floor. With another laugh Asmodeus sent Arthur flying back into the wall. Right before the man connected a dimensional portal opened and Arthur found himself lying on the floor of a dark cave. A mysterious form stood over him, sword poised at Arthurs throat.

"Who are you" asked the mysterious figure in a language Arthur immediately understood as Drow. Arthur batted the sword away and stood, regarding the figure as it back stepped to get away from the thing that had just smashed into the ground in front of it. The drow stared curiously at the faceless man. It reminded him of a drow Wizard a few years earlier known only as The Faceless One. A Hun'ette if he remembered properly.

But this man was different. He was naked except for a black cloak etched in gold he wore about his shoulders. And not only his face was expressionless but so too was his entire body. No wrinkles, no fingernails or any characteristic that could name him human. His skin was peach and supremely smooth, as if he was made of hardened clay.

Arthur was staring enviously at the drow before him. The man was young, strong looking, and oddly enough bald. Arthur knew enough about Drow to know that this man should not have been bald. Unless he was a rouge of some sort. Curious. Arthur ambled forward and the Drow flung his hand out taking the humans head off.

But the human caught the head in the open palm of his right hand! And as dandy as could be he simply put the head back on his shoulders. Then he launched at the drow, ignoring the dual swords slicing into his body repeatedly. As he clutched the drow his skin's pores opened like little mouths and began to latch onto him. Screaming the Drow was devoured in moments.

Arthurs skin began to bubble then, and in moments his bones and body were shifting. A few moments later Arthur was gone, replaced by the drow elf. Arthur was overjoyed to have fingers and a face again, but they felt wrong. He wanted his own face! How could he get away from the cruel clutches of Asmodeus and regain his face?!

First he would have to find out what he could do in the mean time to keep his master happy. Menzoberranzan. The perfect place to start chaos to keep his master distracted enough for him to begin looking for a way to bind the demon to him. To gain his revenge. And when the demon was bound to him, serving him as Arthur saw fit, Arthur would turn upon the world so that he may release his frustrations upon them and once again ply his craft of magic. Some small, still humaine part of him wanted simply to run. But that was drowned out by the insanity Asmodeus had placed in Arthur's heart.

And so the drow skipped away, practically dancing down the rocky hill towards Tier Breche. He would begin there and then move on to the rest of the drow city.

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Spoiler: Character Sheets 

Spoiler: The Dancing Man 

Name: Arthur Harpell (The Dancing Man)

Age:462

Race: Human

Fighting Style: Wizard

Origin: Longsaddle

Allegiance: Asmodeus Lord of the Nine Hells

Description: A 5"11 man wearing a black cape covered in etched golden designs of a runic language of sinister origin. Underneath that his body is naked, but also completely devoid of any features. No manhood, nipples, bellybutton, wrinkles or anything mar his body. It is completely smooth. Even his face is devoid of a mouth and eye sockets and nose.

Distinguishing Traits: He has no face. . .

History: Arthur Harpell was once a distinguished member of the Harpbell clan. He was known for being the least crazy of the clan and also know for many spectacular feats of magic all across the land. However one day a summoning spell went wrong. Having been tricked by a demon he had summoned with a name, Harpell had accidentally summoned Asmodeus to the Material Plane. Asmodeus was too powerful to be contained by anyone, even someone as powerful as Arthur, and he consumed Arthur's power and melted his body before bringing his body back to the Astral plane where he tortured Arthur into insanity, until eventually Arthur gave his soul and his power over to Asmodeus. Now Arthur serves Asmodeus for eternity doing Asmodeus's bidding.

Spoiler: Nikolas Fiddle Sticks 

Name: Nikolas Fiddlesticks

Age: 34

Race: Human

Fighting Style: Sword/Spear and Shield

Origin: The Sword Coast

Allegiance: Jarlaxle

Description: 6 feet 8 inches of solidly packed muscle stuffed into drow-made mithril plate armour Nikolas carries around a massive magically enchanted shield complemented with a spear that will always return to his grasp and a sword almost as massive as himself. Seemingly angry and vengeful on the outside.

Distinguishing Traits: A series of whip scars all across his bodies, and bite marks that look as if they came from snakes. And he's nearly as tall as a barbarian.

Inventory: Enchanted Armour, Shield, Spear, and Sword.
Armour: Drow made plate that covers his body like a second skin and weighs nothing, but would stop even the strongest of foes.
Shield: A massive shield named Aegis enchanted with three properties. One, it is indestructible Two it absorbs the attacks of another person and feeds the energy to it's user, and three it also weighs almost nothing.

Battle Thirster: A massive broadsword that is enchanted so that it too is indestructible. It also has the capacity to absorb magic and change it's properties. So the sword could shoot lightning or could be highly poisoned depending on what magic it absorbs.

Tooth Pick: A spear measuring 6 feet in length that will always return to the users grasp.

History: Nikolas Fiddlesticks was a small-town nobody from some unnamed village nestled in the crook of the Sword Coast. He led a remarkably uneventful life until the age of 16 when he grew tired of farming and left for Baldurs Gate. At Baldurs Gate he lived as a street urchin for six years, getting into rough and tumble fights and even going so far as to murder two people who constantly abused and stole from him.

It was not until three years later when he found himself on the executioner's block when he realised his true fate. Before the axe fell a darkness so terrible and completely engulfed him and he seized his opportunity to escape. . Right into the waiting hands of drow who were out for slaves and couldn't pass up a group of people with nowhere to run to. Down to Menzoberranzan they took him, where he labored as a slave in the cruel clutches of the Drow until house Do'Urden was destroyed by house Baenre. Escaping the vile Drow of Baenre before they captured him Nikolas killed his way towards freedom and away from the city.

Only to be found by Jarlaxle. Instead of killing the human however, Jarlaxle brought Nikolas into his service. Outfitting him in fine armour and setting him to work learning combat and the intricate language of both the drow language and signing. He excelled in all three aspects and soon found himself acting as Jarlaxle's agent above ground in the city of Baldur. Since Jarlaxle came to the surface, Nikolas has traveled with him, serving as his personal body guard in almost all occasions.

Spoiler: Marik Addzada Mith'fete 

Name:Marik Addzada Mith'fete
Age:237
Race: Drow
Fighting Style: Swashbuckling, Distraction, and Deflection with a Falchion and Poniard. Utilized Magic.
Origin: Eryndlyn
Allegiance:None
Appearance:Marik
Inventory: -Falchion and Sword Belt. The blade is Drowcrafted and indestructible, and enchanted with lightning along it's edge, and specially prepared to prevent losing it's power in Sunlight.

A Silver Poniard Dagger, an exclusively thrusting weapon. It's enchantment is that it can kill, or if not that, at least banish for a year and a day, absolutely any being of any of the plains, if thrust directly into the heart.

A Blue Piwafwi, lined in silver, that is much the same prepared in order to survive surface light, though it's invisibility effects do not work in daylight. And he posesses a ring, when turned outward, disguises the user as a Moon elf.

History: Marik Mith'fete was born in the Drow city of Eryndlyn in the Upper Underdark, Ruled as it was by competing Merchant Houses and Noble Sects. Belonging to the former, Marik and other disposable males were sent afield onto the surface, disguised, to search equally for New Markets of Trade, and Secondarily the opportunity to murder elves. While Marik was very good at the first, he had difficulty with the second, as he is the odd dark elf with a conscience.

It was one night in a forest that his party came upon an encampment of moon elves, who they themselves were disguised as. The camps mingled and drank and ate and made merry, and come time for the Moon elves to sleep, the disguised Drow conspired that murder to the men, and rape to the women was in order. Marik refused to participate, and that was a good thing, as the attack was botched as some decided to take their pleasures before completing all of the bloody business they should have. The others were killed, Marik was caught and very nearly executed, but instead kept as a prisoner. He traveled with the elves, unarmed and under watch, for ten years, but was eventually accepted into their party, taking a bride and forming a family.

This continued for another fifty years, but eventually his past caught up with him, as the matron priestesses divined his location and sent two of his brothers after him to 'rectify' his dishonorable straying. He killed them, but not before the death of his wife, brother in law, and eldest son. He left the company of the moon elves and took his remaining daughter,only seven years old, with him. They wandered alone for a while as he taught her, and eventually took work as adventurers and sellswords from the sword coast to the Dalelands.

Spoiler: Arristhalia Mith'fete 

Name: Arristhalia Mith'fete
Age:26(Young for an elf, but still fully grown)
Race: Drow/Moon Elf, showing much more from her mothers side than her fathers. Her skin is a good deal greyer for the normally fair moon elves, but not unreasonably so.
Fighting Style:Rapier and Dagger
Origin:
Allegiance:Aerdrie Faenya, Elven Godess of the wind, whose Divine Magic she practices.
Appearance: Arris
Distinguishing Traits: Darker skin than a regular moon elf and light grey eyes lacking the splashes of green usually shown in her kinds irises.
Inventory:-Rapier, Dagger, and Sword Belt

-A light blue Pwafwi with silver outline, though hers lacks the Drow enchanment for invisibility, she can replicate the effect using her own divine magic.



Elven Shortbow, with a quiver of thirty arrows.
History: Arris has been traveling with her father all her life since the age of seven, and is somewhat afraid of the world around her, much of which she has not seen but from behind the Hem of Marik's cloak. He is violently protective of her, but having seen what happened to her mother, she doesn't blame him...much.

She has a much softer temperament of her father, and enjoys song and dance, and seems always happy compared to his dour temperament. She has a rebellious streak, but has fought it down through many demonstrations that Marik is correct when he says anything she does alone ends badly. She is also a follower and Lay-priestess of the air goddess Aerdrie Faenya, who's diving magic she can use for partial control over weather and wind, using the latter to direct the flight of her arrows and pull of nearly impossible shots.

She is a skilled fighter and a lethal combination with her father, whose wide-circling, confusing style of swordsmanship she practices, though unlike he she uses her dagger more for defense than to attack.

Spoiler: Cody Aadonor 

Name: Cody Aadonor


Age: 17


Race: Human


Fighting Style: Single raiper with a forward swept Front Quillon and backward swept Rear Quillon. The front and rear strongarms are designed to hook an enemy blade and the inner and knuckle guards are positions to deflect a blow outward away from the users body. The Pommel is a diamond cut into the shape of a sharp spike and inlaid with a magical property only known to it's user. The Turks head, handle, and Quillon Block are all designed with a mithril base so they dont break or bend when too much stress is put on them. The inner Fuller itself is made of a more-bendable iron while the outer blade is made of mithril. The Ricasso has an ornate seal carved into inlaid with amethyst.


Origin: Baldurs Gate


Allegiance: City Watch


Description: A small scrappish boy with a blond mop and a scar running from one crystal blue eye down to the hollow of his pale white cheek. Known amongst the other boys of the watch as "pretty" he does his very best to beat the snot out of anyone stupid enough to call him that because of his beautiful features. High cheekbones and slender eyebrows make him an appealing catch for any young lady. He stands roughly at 5"8 and is still growing. He is just now growing into the Lithe young man he was meant to be, his muscles developing into compact and tightly coiled sinew. Anyone to look at him wouldn't guess the surprising strength the lithe man has.


Distinguishing Traits: A scar running down the right side of his face and very elven features.


Inventory:


Aadonor House Rapier - A Rapier with a special magical property made of Mithril and forged especially for the young Cody.


Aadonor House Amulet - An Amulet given to all Aadonor house guards that allow them to find Noble members of house Aadonor. The magical enchantments quit working in the hands of someone meaning ill intent upon a noble of house Aadonor.


Aadonor House Signet Ring - A Ring allowing access into the upper courtyards of the Aadonor estates. Those without rings are met only by a solid and painful electrical barrier. Or fire barrier. Or poisoned acid barrier. Depends on how the House wizard is feeling that particular day.


History: Cody Aadonor was born to Marge and Dina Settlestead, a couple of low-class bildge water swash buckling pirates. Though they birthed Cody, neither parent had very much love for the tiny sprat, and they cast him aside to be killed in the street. However a nearby lord took interest in the child and brought him into his home. He began to raise the boy as his own, teaching him to read and write, to dance and fight. When the boy turned seven he was enlisted into the City Watch so that he might bring prestige and honour onto his lord, and eventually obtain the position of Watch Captain, and might be of use to his Lords ever expanding merchant empire.


For 10 years Cody has been rigorously trained by the city watch to become a useful asset in running down pirates or unruly sailors in the dockyard. Cody, who had never held any delusions about his birth or who his parents were, found this a very fitting existance. No one expected the tiny blonde boy to come up and put a slug between your eyes that left you dazed and cross-eyed for hours to come.

Spoiler: Lord Marcus Aadonor 

Name: Lord Marcus Aadonor


Age: 44


Race: Human


Fighting Style: A Battle Mage with an affinity for summoning multiple demons and binding them to his will to fight for him. His most trusted companion and friend actually happens to be a Dijiin named Bartimaeus, however Bartimaeus resides on the Astral plane, not the Abyss.


Origin: Waterdeep


Description: Towering above most men at 6"2 Marcus Aadonor has a very strong and blunt face. His square jawline is marked by a thin beard kept very short to his face. His hazle eyes seem to bore into everything they look at and his body is heavily muscled and easily 200 pounds in weight. However he dresses in the black-trimmed-with-gold robes of a battlemage of house Aadonor.


Distinguishing Traits: He is a massive man in mage robes.


Inventory:

Aadonor Master Signet Ring: With the original property of allowing him into the upper courtyards of Aadonor, the Master Ring allows Marcus to summon Bartimaeus at will from the Astral plane.


Aadonor Amulet: Allows him to track his beloved family anywhere in the world.
Summoning Components: A series of components Aadonor keeps on his person at all times.
History: Marcus Aadonor was born to the Aadonor house nobles of Water Deep. His mother and father weren't, however, the masters of the house. They were a minor branch of the family and they were delegated lesser tasks, their sons and daughters given lesser tasks and unimportant missions.


However when it became clear Marcus Aadonor was a master spellcaster and next to that a man of much physical prowess, he was escalated to Heir apparent of the Aadonor house by the current House master. Much to the ire of his children who were usurped. Needless to say when the old House Master died Marcus Aadonor had to fight for his right to rule the house. However his victory was guaranteed early in when the heir apparent before him was assassinated in his sleep by an enemy he had made. After that Marcus went about consolidating his rule over his family, using Bartimaeus to much effect to cowtail the usurpers into obedience.

After 5 years in Waterdeep Marcus decided he had had enough of the main family branch and moved to Baldurs Gate with his family to start another branch of the family, leaving the infighting to his stupider cousins and siblings. It didn't help their cause much that Marcus took all the wealth with him, and trade contacts, when he left.


In his first day in Baldurs Gate Marcus happened upon an abandoned child. Seeing this as a sign of good luck Marcus and his family took the child in. Since then house Aadonor has been on the rise in the city of Baldur's Gate.

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[Damonique]

I really like Salvatore, but I'm not willing to commit until I know a bit more about what we're actually going to be doing.

[Cfavano]

me too

[ElizabethStark]

I may join if more detail is added.

[Aj19]

Name: Triss
Age: 25
Race:Faerie
Fighting Style: Long range Archer
Origin: The realm of the Fae in Avalon
Allegiance: Noone

Description: 5'tall faerie with short blond hair, her skin a very pale color but she has rosy cheeks all the time.Always has a bow or slingshot in her hand and wears a long dark green cloak

Distinguishing Traits: slightly pointed ears and no wings (shes a faerie not a fairy) she also has one long scar from her shoulder blade to her collarbone

Inventory: a long bow, a quiver of arrows, a slingshot, a sack of marbles (to use with the slingshot) and a knife she keeps strapped to her at all times. she also has a short sword that she only uses when she absolutely needs to.

History: A lone faerie that decided to leave her own kind in search of adventure.

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Details will be added. I haven't quite finished. I'm not 100% sure where im actually going with this. However the idea popped into mind so I started this. If you'd like to add ideas, im willing to hear them. Ill be working on it for the next 2ish hours or so so feel free to PM or just message here.


Aj add more detail to your character. I know the Dancing Man and Nikolas are short atm, but I will be expanding them. If you have any questions just ask me.

[Damonique]

One, your second character is overpowered as hell. I hope you intend to keep him in the background for crutching rather than put him front and center to be badass all RP long.


Name:Marik Addzada Mith'fete
Age:237
Race: Drow
Fighting Style: Swashbuckling, Distraction, and Deflection with a Falchion and Poniard. Utilized Magic.
Origin: Eryndlyn
Allegiance:None
Appearance:Marik
Inventory: -Falchion and Sword Belt. The blade is Drowcrafted and indestructible, and enchanted with lightning along it's edge, and specially prepared to prevent losing it's power in Sunlight.

A Silver Poniard Dagger, an exclusively thrusting weapon. It's enchantment is that it can kill, or if not that, at least banish for a year and a day, absolutely any being of any of the plains, if thrust directly into the heart.

A Blue Piwafwi, lined in silver, that is much the same prepared in order to survive surface light, though it's invisibility effects do not work in daylight. And he posesses a ring, when turned outward, disguises the user as a Moon elf.

History: Marik Mith'fete was born in the Drow city of Eryndlyn in the Upper Underdark, Ruled as it was by competing Merchant Houses and Noble Sects. Belonging to the former, Marik and other disposable males were sent afield onto the surface, disguised, to search equally for New Markets of Trade, and Secondarily the opportunity to murder elves. While Marik was very good at the first, he had difficulty with the second, as he is the odd dark elf with a conscience.

It was one night in a forest that his party came upon an encampment of moon elves, who they themselves were disguised as. The camps mingled and drank and ate and made merry, and come time for the Moon elves to sleep, the disguised Drow conspired that murder to the men, and rape to the women was in order. Marik refused to participate, and that was a good thing, as the attack was botched as some decided to take their pleasures before completing all of the bloody business they should have. The others were killed, Marik was caught and very nearly executed, but instead kept as a prisoner. He traveled with the elves, unarmed and under watch, for ten years, but was eventually accepted into their party, taking a bride and forming a family.

This continued for another fifty years, but eventually his past caught up with him, as the matron priestesses divined his location and sent two of his brothers after him to 'rectify' his dishonorable straying. He killed them, but not before the death of his wife, brother in law, and eldest son. He left the company of the moon elves and took his remaining daughter,only seven years old, with him. They wandered alone for a while as he taught her, and eventually took work as adventurers and sellswords from the sword coast to the Dalelands.

Name:Arristhalia Mith'fete
Age:26(Young for an elf, but still fully grown)
Race: Drow/Moon Elf, showing much more from her mothers side than her fathers. Her skin is a good deal greyer for the normally fair moon elves, but not unreasonably so.
Fighting Style:Rapier and Dagger
Origin:
Allegiance:Aerdrie Faenya, Elven Godess of the wind, whose Divine Magic she practices.
Appearance: Arris
Distinguishing Traits: Darker skin than a regular moon elf and light grey eyes lacking the splashes of green usually shown in her kinds irises.
Inventory:-Rapier, Dagger, and Sword Belt

-A light blue Pwafwi with silver outline, though hers lacks the Drow enchanment for invisibility, she can replicate the effect using her own divine magic.



Elven Shortbow, with a quiver of thirty arrows.
History: Arris has been traveling with her father all her life since the age of seven, and is somewhat afraid of the world around her, much of which she has not seen but from behind the Hem of Marik's cloak. He is violently protective of her, but having seen what happened to her mother, she doesn't blame him...much.

She has a much softer temperament of her father, and enjoys song and dance, and seems always happy compared to his dour temperament. She has a rebellious streak, but has fought it down through many demonstrations that Marik is correct when he says anything she does alone ends badly. She is also a follower and Lay-priestess of the air goddess Aerdrie Faenya, who's diving magic she can use for partial control over weather and wind, using the latter to direct the flight of her arrows and pull of nearly impossible shots.

She is a skilled fighter and a lethal combination with her father, whose wide-circling, confusing style of swordsmanship she practices, though unlike he she uses her dagger more for defense than to attack.

[Cfavano]

yeah, that second chara is too much

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Very well made Damonique I'm going to thoroughly enjoy the RP with you. And don't anyone worry about Nikolas Fiddlesticks. He is an accent character to go with the mercenary Jarlaxle and nothing more. I'm going to be adding quite a few characters like him, not in stature or ability, but in purpose To accentuate the story line and to give it more depth and feeling. I think I personally will be playing a dwarf as my main character. I actually didn't want any of us starting out with very many magical items, instead preffering to take them from one of the many characters who I will add for The Dancing Man as a puppet or opponent.

At any rate, Nikolas will stay as he is. You'll see him, but you won't battle against him. Besides, if you think about Jarlaxle and how resourceful He is, and how truly power he is, you need not worry about Nikolas. Much more likely that Jarlaxle will kill you or have you killed before Nikolas ever needs to draw his weapon.