No worries! I saw the notes about "plagues are in, building a new assassin order, destruction and conquering the world" and misunderstood. Morally grey ala "Firefly" I suppose? Works for me. Concept-wise? They are all over the place but I would concerned about how they mesh with the group dynamic. Okay let me try pitching a few examples. Subject to change to better fit with the group of course. Beware wall of text follows. R20 doesn't allow external links so I couldn't google doc it. Don't see spoiler tag in tools above. Sunday (more 'standard' adventurer concept). Jin was once a member of an elite group of swordmasters known as the Lung Clan, renowned for their unparalleled skill and unwavering honor. Born into the clan, Jin was trained from a young age in the art of combat and the way of the sword. She showed a natural talent and dedication that earned her the respect and admiration of her peers. As she grew older, Jin became particularly close to her sensei, Ryota, who had taken her under his wing and taught her the intricacies of the clan's ancient sword techniques. Ryota was like a father to Jin, and she trusted him with her life. But fate had other plans. During a fateful mission to vanquish a powerful demon lord, Jin's clan was betrayed from within. Ryota, it turned out, had been secretly working with the demon lord to overthrow the clan and claim its power for himself. The night of the betrayal, Jin was the only survivor of the massacre. She was left for dead, her body scarred and broken, her spirit shattered. The demons, sensing her pain and anger, began to haunt her, their dark energies feeding off her emotions. Now, Jin wanders the land, a lone survivor driven by her quest for justice. Her sword, once a symbol of her clan's pride, has become an extension of her own rage and sorrow. Crunch: Race/Class/Align: Human/Warblade/N (lawful tendencies) ===== Monday group. ' Monster backgrounds' Monster concept 1. Minion#117 'The Sport' Ever since I was hatched I (Minion #117) knew I was special. Everyone around me said so. "Awww, he's special!" As I was the last (the 117th) of the current brood to hatch my designation was #117. While I did keep up with the usual hive duties of building, gathering and hunting, I, #117 was a bit of a runt so I was sometimes bullied for my small stature. However rather than be depressed I took it as an advantage. Being small made it easier to hide from the "cool bugs/snakes" elitist cliques that would bully others. So what if I wasn't in the first dozen of the brood known as the "Queen's Chosen?" I still did my job at the end of the day. Albeit this life was rather boring. Among my oddities were some mental traits that were reminiscent of other races. For one, I found I could summon a small bolt of energy. Strange. But I learned very quickly to keep those secret and fortunately they were easy to conceal. Still I longed for the day when I could be free of the hive and it's old-fashion stuck in their ways mindset. "If it was good for the Great-great-times nth degree generation, it's good for us." Most hives were so conservative they didn't even believe in radical new age thinking such as "fire, the lever," or the Great Hive Ancestor forbid, "the wheel." One day while on a gathering task, I came across a strange item possessed by a shaman, the hand of a monkey. The shaman, a member of an adventuring party, had just breathed his last, but not before making one final plea via his magic item? The Shaman said "I wish..." and then collapsed from his injuries. Apparently judging by the other bodies of his comrades that had come out second to a bear? Because I then saw the bear's body nearby. Okay a tie. Huh a item that granted wishes? Cool beans. I just wanted to be free of the hive and here was my chance. "I wish I was free to leave the hive!" The next words were very fateful. From all around I heard "Your Wish is Granted!" Meanwhile back at the hive...INTERLUDE A band of drunk adventurers stumbled across the hive entrance. As they debated who was the best at clearing and how fast, the wizard rolled his eyes and mumbled "Cloudkill." Instantly a giant metal cylinder with the ancient arcane runes spelling 'Raid' appeared, spraying a toxic cloud of greenish gasses which sank into the hive. INTERLUDE END... A few hours later, at the end of my gathering shift, I came back with a barrel full of food. However the stench of death greeted me. One glance inside made me realize how my 'wish' had been granted. Well crap that sucked. The death of my entire nest on my conscience, I ran away. While glad to be free, I vowed never to make a wish again. SECRET: As for the Monkey's Paw...it never had any power save for a magic mouth that would answer "Your Wish is Granted!" But I didn't find that out till...well that is another story. Crunch: Race/Class/Align: Bug or Reptile*/Wilder**/***TBD *Savage Species custom or variant of dromite/thrikeen/yuan-ti/etc. LA +0 **Dreamscarred Press variant for wild surge-student. No other changes. ***Whichever fits best with party, otherwise CN (good tendencies) ==== Monster concept 2. Awakening in darkness. WTF? The last thing I remembered was...nothing just a vast wave of darkness coming at our adventuring party. A trap? A monster ambush? A spell? None of us could figure it out before it instantly enveloped all of us. Feeling around I could tell I was in some kind of box. Straining I heard nothing outside. I had no gear or equipment that I could tell, so I made and fist and tried to punch the side of the box. It was rather hard. I then scrunched up my body and tried using both legs. Ah, I heard a gradual cracking coming from the sides. Encouraged I strained with all my might and was rewarded with a sudden sound like shattering glass. I was blinded for a moment and then realized it was the dim glow of various fungi. A few wet drops of water fell on my head. Hmmm, cold, dark and damp. So underground? Looking around I could see what looked like other broken boxes...no wait, shells? WTF? There was some scattered equipment, but most appeared worn out or rotted. I reached up to brush my eyes from some lingering debris and was shocked to see that my hands, nor arms, no, my entire body was covered in scales? Some evil caster's experiment? There was little here I could equip myself with. I managed to scrounge what appeared to be some worn-ragged robes and a rusty dagger. Well this was better than running around naked. I had to get out of here. Wary of guards, monsters, or worse, I tried to move as quickly as possible while maintaining a modicrum of stealth. My form was a bit awkward and clumsy but I quickly adapted. I soon saw a pair of small armed humanoids apparently wandering about. They were speaking amongst themselves in a language that was strangely unfamiliar yet not. I recognized their words. "We hatesss. Ssstupid patrol!" one of pair, a kobold I now recognized complained. "Quietsss. Big bosss with eatss usss!" The other admonished. "We followss orderss. Go outside and watch for nasty heroesss!" I was in luck. I stayed carefully behind the 2 guards and followed them to the entrance of this cavern complex. It was night outside but my sight had adjusted to the dimness of the underground so I could see clearly. I waited for a bit until the pair left my view and slowly counted to 30, and then I slowly made my way out. Fortunately I could see that the guards were far out heading towards a nearby treeline. I did similarly but in a different direction. I congratulated myself on getting free from this place but still had no idea. Wait in the distance the dim glow of village lights at night. Okay, I stand corrected, now I knew where to go. I almost made it to town without incident, save for a hungry wild boar. I tried to sneak by when the night breeze blew a cloud of pollen in my face. I sneezed...and suddenly the boar squealed as it collapsed into a pile of goo? What? Since when were my sneezes...acidic? Well shoot, that was different. Crunch: Race/Class/Align: Dragonborn(WGnome)/Dragonfire Adept/NG or NE depending on party compsition. The DM said: Also apologies Rerednaw, my replies must have not posted. Sunday has the goal of eliminating evil necromancers from the world and stopping demons, they are to a degree the good guys. For Monday, they are not evil, more morally grey, they have a goal to make a name for themselves. And thus, for the right price they are good or evil.