You wake up in a strange tavern. It is pitch black outside. A radio on the bar plays oldies hits interspersed with black metal as a large, jaded, gnoll-like creature cleans a glass at the bar. Its dull, sliver eyes turn to look at you. "Another Ironblood. You got any copper on ya, or are ya just lost?"
Welcome to the Night Walker Tavern, a roleplay thread set in the nightmarish homebrew world of Somnargentus. There is no sunlight, as the sun fell hundreds of years ago and is now kept by the royal family. This plane cannot be left behind unless true sunlight shines on your skin, and death is only a setback. It is cold, plants only grow where there is magic, you only get 8 hours of dim moonlight per day, and you are an outsider to whatever grim world this is.
The technology is roughly equivalent to that of 1860-1910, except with dark magic, psychic powers, and nightmare logic running half of everything. Feel free to explore the outside and check out neighboring towns and cities, and also to study this world and learn its secrets. Be warned, though, this world is run by fear, and it doesn't take kindly to those who try and dominate it.
Rules:
Your character is not from this setting and likely knows very little about it. Much like Ravenloft or Eberron, you cannot really predict what you are going to find here. Monsters are often powerful and break established rules, such as adventurers being helpful or zombies being mindless. Expect the unexpected out here.
Your character is not a god. Maybe they were when they were somewhere else, but here magic and logic function differently. Spells sometimes don't work, or work differently than usual. Maybe gilding your weapons will be stronger than silvering them. In the end, this plane never had any divine rulers, and that is not subject to change.
Keep your content PG-13 or lower. No sex, limited gore, no cursing.
Be respectful of other players. I said players, not characters. Feel free to beat the crap out of each other if you so wish, so long as the other player is cool with it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Vlas, a fanged pale high elf woman with long black hair, dark eyes, and red lipstick and eye wakes up, she's wearing this:
"Where am I? I don't suppose I got mighty drunk last night and wound up here?" She says, she has a slight Scandinavian accent, but sounds more English than Scandinavian in her speech.
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Vlas, a fanged pale high elf woman with long black hair, dark eyes, and red lipstick and eye wakes up, she's wearing this:
"Where am I? I don't suppose I got mighty drunk last night and wound up here?" She says, she has a slight Scandinavian accent, but sounds more English than Scandinavian in her speech.
The bartender shakes her head.
"No one knows how people get here. Odds are you died. But this place is purgatory. You've either been brought here to atone for your sins or to help others atone. Or you're just like the million other lugs that get stuck here for no reason."
The large, gnoll-like creature has a strange accent, something like Irish and American combined.
"Now, you got any copper?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, the moon isn't up yet, and you look a bit too human for the Victrillians to have mercy, so you should stay awhile. Copper's the coin of choice here, so that's why I was askin'."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Heh. We've got metal and we've got the [GP] from before Sunfall. As it turns out, most people don't write classical and big band while the world is ending."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm a elven vampire, not a human. What's a Victrillian?" (These are the X-TREME kobold right?)
*Yup.*
"'Too human' and 'human' are pretty far apart. Dwarves, elves, humans, whatever they call themselves, they tend to cause tons o' problems. Vampires are accepted pretty easily, as are giants, but you gotta show that you're not gonna hurt people for no reason. Buy something. A receipt should be proof enough o' yer... monstrosity."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You guys got blood wine? Cause if I'm gonna not hurt people I have to have a non-living source for some blood, or at least something that's like blood, so blood wine's my stand-in."
"You guys got blood wine? Cause if I'm gonna not hurt people I have to have a non-living source for some blood, or at least something that's like blood, so blood wine's my stand-in."
" 'Course. This town's run by tantalatian vampires, and they gotta have somethin' to tide em' over 'til blood taxes come in."
She pulls out a bottle from above the bar and pours a slightly thick, silver liquid into a wine glass. "Blood wine. Quality. Two coppers, please."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A red tiefling in a hooded cloak is sitting in a dark alley
Small, purple-furred creatures with silver eyes and ragged clothes are looting trash cans around them. The kobold-like creatures don't pay any attention to the tiefling.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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You wake up in a strange tavern. It is pitch black outside. A radio on the bar plays oldies hits interspersed with black metal as a large, jaded, gnoll-like creature cleans a glass at the bar. Its dull, sliver eyes turn to look at you. "Another Ironblood. You got any copper on ya, or are ya just lost?"
Welcome to the Night Walker Tavern, a roleplay thread set in the nightmarish homebrew world of Somnargentus. There is no sunlight, as the sun fell hundreds of years ago and is now kept by the royal family. This plane cannot be left behind unless true sunlight shines on your skin, and death is only a setback. It is cold, plants only grow where there is magic, you only get 8 hours of dim moonlight per day, and you are an outsider to whatever grim world this is.
The technology is roughly equivalent to that of 1860-1910, except with dark magic, psychic powers, and nightmare logic running half of everything. Feel free to explore the outside and check out neighboring towns and cities, and also to study this world and learn its secrets. Be warned, though, this world is run by fear, and it doesn't take kindly to those who try and dominate it.
Rules:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(It's here! I'll intro in a sec)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Hmm. This is different than I expected. I have to think about who I want to intro here.*
*Are you still keeping the Nightmare Hold open?*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*Yup!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Vlas, a fanged pale high elf woman with long black hair, dark eyes, and red lipstick and eye wakes up, she's wearing this:
"Where am I? I don't suppose I got mighty drunk last night and wound up here?" She says, she has a slight Scandinavian accent, but sounds more English than Scandinavian in her speech.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
(Once I read 1860-1910 technology I knew what I had to do, one does not simply say the Victorian era and not expect me to make a vampire.)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The bartender shakes her head.
"No one knows how people get here. Odds are you died. But this place is purgatory. You've either been brought here to atone for your sins or to help others atone. Or you're just like the million other lugs that get stuck here for no reason."
The large, gnoll-like creature has a strange accent, something like Irish and American combined.
"Now, you got any copper?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah, I think I got copper, but I'm also lost, nice selection of music, I love this metal."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"Well, the moon isn't up yet, and you look a bit too human for the Victrillians to have mercy, so you should stay awhile. Copper's the coin of choice here, so that's why I was askin'."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Heh. We've got metal and we've got the [GP] from before Sunfall. As it turns out, most people don't write classical and big band while the world is ending."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm a elven vampire, not a human. What's a Victrillian?" (These are the X-TREME kobold right?)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
(Btw she's this homebrew sorcerer called Vampiric Bloodline, I can copy-paste the homebrew subclass and subrace if you want, her arcane focus is
this staff)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Yup.*
"'Too human' and 'human' are pretty far apart. Dwarves, elves, humans, whatever they call themselves, they tend to cause tons o' problems. Vampires are accepted pretty easily, as are giants, but you gotta show that you're not gonna hurt people for no reason. Buy something. A receipt should be proof enough o' yer... monstrosity."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You guys got blood wine? Cause if I'm gonna not hurt people I have to have a non-living source for some blood, or at least something that's like blood, so blood wine's my stand-in."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A red tiefling in a hooded cloak is sitting in a dark alley
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
" 'Course. This town's run by tantalatian vampires, and they gotta have somethin' to tide em' over 'til blood taxes come in."
She pulls out a bottle from above the bar and pours a slightly thick, silver liquid into a wine glass. "Blood wine. Quality. Two coppers, please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She tosses him a couple coins, "Here you are, thank you."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The bartender snatches the coins out of the air with her long arms, counts them quickly, and drops them into the till.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She grabs the glass and quickly takes a drink, then comes to her senses and tries to become more civil, "Sorry, I was thirsty."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Small, purple-furred creatures with silver eyes and ragged clothes are looting trash cans around them. The kobold-like creatures don't pay any attention to the tiefling.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.