RPDND: Paths of the Past
Characters
RPDND: Paths of the Past
Dungeons & Dragons 5e
Civilian or Adventurer:
Adventurer
Primary D&D Race:
Reborn
D&D Background [Adventurer]:
Folk Hero
[Adventurer] Class Path:
Champion Fighter
Appearance:
A tall man with long dark hair and a shaggy appearance, pieces of the skin have cracks like glass, with whole chunks being missing in parts of them, showing the layer underneath.
Public Character Knowledge:
A man that appeared one day with the scouts and has been mostly walking aimlessly around.
Everything cracks and shatters eventually. What was once holy and divine is now nothing more than a corpse at the bottom of a hole.
You have made many memories in your life — countless moments filled with grandeur, with smiling crowds whose blurred faces once called out a name that is only static noise now when it replays through your mind. What happened to you?
Fragments of your memories remain, cast in a golden tint, as though the past itself were Heaven with streets of gold beneath your feet. And you... you were beautiful once. Long golden hair. Sky-blue eyes that could cause anyone to drift into a daydream. A warm halo. Great wings whose shadow fell across the tops of trees. You were divine — every part of you perfect, radiant, whole.
But you had a purpose. What was it, exactly? Everyone loved you, and for good reason. You were a protector. You kept their world safe, ensured that those within your reach were happy, shielded them from harm. But your true purpose ran deeper than that. There was someone specific — someone special. You cannot make out their face; it is blurred, like all the others. But they mattered. You held their face gently in your hands, and—
The mist.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood was everywhere.
On the ground. On the walls. A river of it, rising to cover your feet as you moved through the carnage. Your eyes widened in despair and horror at the devastation surrounding you. Why weren't you here? Why couldn't you protect them? The mist rolled in around you, and through it, creatures moved — silhouettes shifting and darting just beyond sight as the fog swallowed you whole.
This was going to be your end.
No — NO — No, no, no — NOOOOOOOOO!
A scream, static-laced and pulsating, tore through everything — and then silence.
You failed
Now you are at the bottom of a hole.
No longer divine. The mud swallows you slowly, and above, thin slivers of rain find their way down to where you lie. Centuries have passed since you last moved. Centuries. And then — finally — your eyes blink.
You are among the living once more.
But there are no wings. No halo. No golden hair. No trace of the beauty of the heavens. your body, broken and still, and the nature that has grown from the pieces of it.
