I made a character this morning named Samuel Wilk, a Barbarian. I did not want to use a shield, so I used /c two-handed. It says that I can't two hand this weapon, but it's a one hand weapon by default.
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Show posts MenuQuoteName: William Kingsmouth|Age: 32|Deity: Ilmater|Alignment: Lawful Neutral|The early days.
Born to a coupling of a Orcan Warrior and a female Barbarian, William was a Half-Orc of Icewind Dale. Found as a baby by a group of Adventurers in a cave while his family wasn't present, William was saved and carried back to a village, where he was put into an orphanage.
He was adopted at an early age by an Ilmateri Priest named Rasmus Kingsmouth and was brought across to Neverwinter, where the Priest attempted to raise William in relatively safer location, or so he believed. Near the boarder to Luskan, they lived in a village named Shiverpeak stop. As was typical of most uneducated civilizations, the populace viewed William as a bizarre creature, and parents warned children away from him.
He spent his childhood in solitude, and the only thing that brought him comfort was his fathers' stories. Stories of heroism, of places lost and forgotten, stories of where people placed themselves against unthinkable odds for the sake of others, and saved by divine intervention.
As he grew, the first thing he tried to do was paint, but to no success. He then tried to become a Doctor, following in the footsteps of his father. This also failed, because he wasn't smart enough to understand how to apply various medicines. After this was carpentry, astronomy and other trades, though like the trades before him, they all failed. To pay for food and housing, he submitted himself to menial labor to those who would take his kind.
Eventually, William realized that he couldn't stay with his father forever, and wandered off into the world on his own, carrying nothing more than clean clothes, a hatchet, dried food and water to hold him over. It wasn't long until he bumped into the Grey Scale Monster Hunting Company. He had strength, but wasn't proper taught on how to fight. They took him in and trained him, in exchange for his service.
This career of monster hunting was profitable in comparison to the alternatives, so William stuck with it, even learning how to repair and forge equipment to ease the costs of the company. Eventually the apocalypse came, where his outfit was broken over the knee of the Illithid invasion. He lived his darks out in solitude once more, eating chopped leaves and bug soup in a dark cave.
It was a fateful night that he discovered the Spellguard portal, spotting a bright blue light on top of a hill above his cave. With nothing to lose, he went through it, finding himself among the illusion of a civilization that yet lived. Once acquiring his ring, he went on to do many things. It was there he made friends and enemies alike, making something better out of his life than he could've ever hoped for.