Game: D&D5e Group Preferred: Online Experience: Various Location: GMT Availability: Sunday Evenings 7.30pm Role: DM
..."They met in a Tavern, looked among themselves and saw that they were without the DM. Undeterred beer was consumed while they waited and they drank until it was apparent their DM wasn't coming. Heads were scratched before they asked, 'so, what to we do now?', 'we could get another drink,' the Barbarian replied..."
Due to personal circumstances, we, a group of four intrepid adventurers of various experience find ourselves stuck in limbo, our characters left wondering if we will ever return to them to bring meaning to their fictional existences!
This is where we reach out to the Forums.
Are you a DM looking for a new group to guide through the realms and planes of Faerun? Do you submit to the Rule of Cool? Do you enjoy a directing good mix of Role Playing, puzzles and combat?
Then we might be the group for you!!
We have recently completed Tomb of Annihilation and are keen to try one of the following modules:
1. Princes of the Apocalypse 2. Out of the Abyss 3. TYRANNY OF DRAGONS
But are equally happy if you have a Homebrew setting you would like to introduce us to.
If you would like to know more about us please reach out to us via discord ._governor_. we'd be happy to invite you to have a casual chat...
As you walk through the dark valleys of Luskan, you feel eyes on you. Your senses do not deceive you. There are pirates behind you and looking to take what they want. You engage and then suddenly the tavern door near you explodes and a giant of a man leaps out. He is helpful however your party did most of the work. He is bloodied and war torn, but before he passes out you see the sneer on his face. He enjoyed this endeavor, even though it may have been his last...
Looking upon the death littering the streets, the smells of sweat, beer and fresh blood fill my nostrils and the sounds of the Tavern returning to normal levels as the excitement of the fight starts to fade. Easily picking out the large fallen form of the mysterious man that leaped to our aid from among those of the pirates I see his eyes slowly start to close...
As your eyes start to lose focus, the last thing you see is a cloaked figure from the group you just helped, pulling out a dagger, you think you make our the Scales sigil of Kelemvor glow in the air as he steps toward you with purpose...
As I step toward the man I watch his chest sagging as he exhales his last breath, his eyes glaze as his life attempts to leave his body. With dagger in hand, I speak the words of Kelemvor and ask him to Spare the Dieing man. I watch as life returns to his eyes as they close, a staggered breath fills his lungs once more. With a second movement of the dagger, the Sigil glows bright once more, a wicked smile spreads across my face, I bare my clenched teeth as a darkness surrounds me, a laugh escapes from behind my gritted teeth as I point the dagger directly at this mans expanding chest. The darkness takes on a green hue as it flows from me, through the blade and is transferred to the stranger. His eyes open, I extend an open hand to help him up..."I think we owe you a beer, friend?"
As all this finishes, the tavern owner appears at the door, "What a bloody mess...and who's going to fix my f*&"*&g door?!"
The bartender approaches the street after the comotion. He takes a hit from his pipe and says "Best to get inside laddies. The authorities will be around soon. Better you be sittin around the bar than standing out here. My name is Aurmn. Wulfgar, please help our guests inside!"
"Wulfgar?," Pulling you to your feet with a strength you didn't think a man of my stature might posses, "It appears my Lord approves of you. Let us head inside and maybe we can get better acquainted?"
Game: D&D5e
Group Preferred: Online
Experience: Various
Location: GMT
Availability: Sunday Evenings 7.30pm
Role: DM
..."They met in a Tavern, looked among themselves and saw that they were without the DM. Undeterred beer was consumed while they waited and they drank until it was apparent their DM wasn't coming. Heads were scratched before they asked, 'so, what to we do now?', 'we could get another drink,' the Barbarian replied..."
Due to personal circumstances, we, a group of four intrepid adventurers of various experience find ourselves stuck in limbo, our characters left wondering if we will ever return to them to bring meaning to their fictional existences!
This is where we reach out to the Forums.
Are you a DM looking for a new group to guide through the realms and planes of Faerun?
Do you submit to the Rule of Cool?
Do you enjoy a directing good mix of Role Playing, puzzles and combat?
Then we might be the group for you!!
We have recently completed Tomb of Annihilation and are keen to try one of the following modules:
1. Princes of the Apocalypse
2. Out of the Abyss
3. TYRANNY OF DRAGONS
But are equally happy if you have a Homebrew setting you would like to introduce us to.
If you would like to know more about us please reach out to us via discord ._governor_. we'd be happy to invite you to have a casual chat...
We're a fun, friendly, and very creative group of players from the US and Europe. Come play with us!! We'd love to have a DM. :)
As you walk through the dark valleys of Luskan, you feel eyes on you. Your senses do not deceive you. There are pirates behind you and looking to take what they want. You engage and then suddenly the tavern door near you explodes and a giant of a man leaps out. He is helpful however your party did most of the work. He is bloodied and war torn, but before he passes out you see the sneer on his face. He enjoyed this endeavor, even though it may have been his last...
Looking upon the death littering the streets, the smells of sweat, beer and fresh blood fill my nostrils and the sounds of the Tavern returning to normal levels as the excitement of the fight starts to fade. Easily picking out the large fallen form of the mysterious man that leaped to our aid from among those of the pirates I see his eyes slowly start to close...
As your eyes start to lose focus, the last thing you see is a cloaked figure from the group you just helped, pulling out a dagger, you think you make our the Scales sigil of Kelemvor glow in the air as he steps toward you with purpose...
As I step toward the man I watch his chest sagging as he exhales his last breath, his eyes glaze as his life attempts to leave his body. With dagger in hand, I speak the words of Kelemvor and ask him to Spare the Dieing man. I watch as life returns to his eyes as they close, a staggered breath fills his lungs once more. With a second movement of the dagger, the Sigil glows bright once more, a wicked smile spreads across my face, I bare my clenched teeth as a darkness surrounds me, a laugh escapes from behind my gritted teeth as I point the dagger directly at this mans expanding chest. The darkness takes on a green hue as it flows from me, through the blade and is transferred to the stranger. His eyes open, I extend an open hand to help him up..."I think we owe you a beer, friend?"
As all this finishes, the tavern owner appears at the door, "What a bloody mess...and who's going to fix my f*&"*&g door?!"
The bartender approaches the street after the comotion. He takes a hit from his pipe and says "Best to get inside laddies. The authorities will be around soon. Better you be sittin around the bar than standing out here. My name is Aurmn. Wulfgar, please help our guests inside!"
"Wulfgar?," Pulling you to your feet with a strength you didn't think a man of my stature might posses, "It appears my Lord approves of you. Let us head inside and maybe we can get better acquainted?"
We have played on Foundry, but would be happy with Roll20 as well.