Charactor for encounters in eberon

Here's the charactor I'm going to be playing in The PBP game encounters in eberon
His charactor sheet is here

Feuer Obsidian

"My name is Feuer obsidian, you are welcome to sit by this fire"

Uses the spear tip of his urgosh to knock the wood down before adding more. This causes sparks to rise up in front of his face

"So you have come here to learn my history, I Suppose after all that has happened, and you being who you are you have a right to know. I may find it hard to tell at points but once I start don't interupt, it's been a long time since I thought about my past, and the memorys burn like blue flame."


I grew up in a medeum sized dwarven hold, My family was good to me and father worked the mines with pride. My mother was one of our best traders. When i Was young about 17 I made friends with the Smith, he took me in and Aprenticed me. My main job was to work his bellows, and watch and learn. I loved working beside that forge learning how to keep the fire at the right temperature, it's diferent colours and meanings, but I digress. I admit I was no good at metal smithing myself to much of a cluts I supoose. He used to tell me that An ogre zombie would trip less then me.
Mother always made trips to villages, we'd all go aloung to help, When I was about 25 we were going on the first long trip of the year after the thaw. 3 or 4 wagons loaded to the nines. We were attacked ....I don't know who or what attacked us because As I ran to help, the wagon Collapsed. I Was buried under a stack of stones. The wagon caught fire and burned down around me. When I crawled out what ever had attacked us had taken what it wanted and gone, Everyone was dead... my Family slaghterd, that fire had saved my life but It had left me with burn scars on my arms that would never leave. I did not know where I was or what way to go.
I was hungry and in great pain and as Night decended I began to fear that I might never
see Home again. I saw a light in the distance, it flickered. I approched it with caution however the elf who's campfire it was Laughed at my attempt at sneeking. About as silent as an eleaphant you are he told me. He Explained that his fire was mine to share and before the night was over he had taken me in.
The Elf was A priest of "the flame in the night" He healed most of my wounds and After hearing what had happened he took me under his tutalege. For 5 years he taught me the way of the flame, the rituels of the order and the daily life of a priest of the flame. On the night of my 30th birthday The goddes inside the fire, She who is the true flame in the darkness Gave me a gift. She showed me how to produce flame from nothing, to make flames dance on my fingertips and how to hold flame in my hands without burning. using only my prayors.
When I showed the elf he was overjoyed, He said I had been chosen to spread the flame, he said he knew it would happen one day I had been granted the internal flame. He showed me the pipe ritual, how to gather and dry the herbs, mix and prepare them. Then he taught me how to use the internal flame to hurt and to heal. He gave me This holy symbol A silver circle inscribed with a flaming moon. And then he sent me out into the world.
I needed to go back to my home, I longed for the feel of stone walls that were carved. So I set forth for my hold. Aloung the way I shared my campfire with any who would or needed the heat and the light. I taught the way of fire to those who wished to learn. When I finealy got back to the hold of my birth, the smith was awestruck. The news of our caravans destruction had gotten back to the hold and I had been believed dead. He took me back into his service for a number of years. but without the cleaver fingers he controlled I could not be a smith. I could not make beauty in steel. But I learned how to fight with A proper Dwarven urgosh, and convinced the smith to make me a proper suit of armour and a special urgosh that would hold a torch above the axe head. At the age of 42 I set out from the hold, knowing it was not my home any more.

I am still following the way of the flame, and protecting those in need.

Details of his religion "the Flame in the night" will follow as well

Be patiant thank you

blatent metaphor

I saw a metaphore lieing on the sidewalk today
lieing underneath the coliseum Station overpass
White as the fresh fallen snow egcept for one spot
where it was marred by the colour of road salt.
apon it's broken neck

I saw a metaphore lieing at my feet
I resisted the urge to move it or change it's position
It did not stare at me, it did not move
yet it was powerfull
and True

I saw a metaphore laying broken on the ground
Feathers smooth as sky at least to my eyes
it no longer coo's or makes any noise egcept true silance
but that is muffled by the road, is it two lanes or four?
and what price do we pay for gas?

I stoped to look at a metaphore today
And I write this because most people would have walked by
looking straight ahead at there destination
and missed the message being screamed
but who is screaming?

Please I ask you Remember the Metaphore
(in hounour of the roadkill dove)

reason is not logical

The light crawled in through the windows. The dawn sun a lizard just waking and moving slowly because the blood is not yet warm. The earthen floor was packed hard as the bricks that made up the exterior walls of this Dwelling. The inside walls were wood, hand cut with an adze. Sanded and Painted with clear oil. To say the building was rough Would be to compare it to something other then it's current ocupents.

Most of the ocupents ignored the lizard sun, one rooled over and pulled a Dusty brown short brimmed hat over his face, Another kicked the warm blankets off but never woke. Most just let the land of dreams keep them in her pleasent bonds.

There was no furnature in the room, the kitchen held "the Dragon" An old wood cooking stove. All steel and iron with a dusting of cinders and ash. it did not yet glow for it was warm enough that it was only used for cooking.

Sitting infront of the window listening to the birds outside was a tight skinned fellow characterized by the scars on his forearms, Old calsoed over scars that made his skin look thicker there. He wore a blue and black shirt with rolled up sleaves. he was the only one awake in the room, and he seemed to enjoy it that way. of course other people would say Avery was not anti social he'd probly tell you otherwise. unless he wanted something then his tongue was smooth.

Of course until the lizard sun became higher in the sky he was content.

Introducing Dagrmani to the studio

SM) Dagrmani tell us about yourself

D) Call me Dag it'l make both our lives easyer and if you want to call me dagrmani Remember that The Arr is silent.

SM) Ok Dag so would you mind Explaining to the listening audiance where your from? And what all this is about?

D) Well I just finished sailing into mundania from the Scadian Norse lands, I'm reserching Piracy after the viking age and the barony of Borealis in An-tir.

I found some pirete's in an-tir called Beer Bards Privateers

And A couple of great houses.

the lost vikings the fighting raiding type of Viking. You'll find out more about them here


I also found A lesser known household called the Silver talons



Check out both of those sites to learn more.

SM)Well Dag, glad to hear it look stick around we'll talk about this some more once people have had a chance to digest this information.

D) Well If I don't see you before I hope to see you all at winter war. long live the SCA

from the crossroads we ride the route

Where do we go from here, What is the direction of the compass , It spins as if it was sitting on a magnet.

I've been reading what I will call modern fantasy recently.

"Tithe" (Author forgotten) Amazing Dark fairie book With All the trapings of the modern world.
I just borrowed and read Neil Gaimen's "Neverwhere" I also Watched "Mirror mask" I really do like Neil's work.

I'm reading as I write this the sequal to "running with the demon" "A knight of the Word" By Terry brooks It's great so far. I read "Running with the demon" directly after reading tithe.

In the past I've read a lot, I really mean A lot of books... all styles . But this modern Urban dark fantasy streak is really good.

So I was wondering, Does any one ever read this. If so when, Why? What do you like. Am I Entertaining? Do you Want me to write poetry, prose, fiction, non-fiction. Do you want Music?

How about pictures? links...? news stories? My life ....Other people's?

The reason I'm not posting is because...your not posting.

So let me know what you dig. We'll see what sort of treasure you can help me uncover.