LFP
D&D Beyond
Game type: Online | Homebrew | 5e D&D 2014 rules
When: Sundays @5pm Est (3-4 hr long session)
Looking for: ONE player. There will be 5 total in this group.
Play Style: RP heavy balanced with meaningful combat.
Setting: Vaelura. A homebrew world based of a fantasy series of which I am the author. Its a world torn between high fantasy and technology powered by star-born minerals.
Restrictions: 18+. You don't have to be highly experienced, but at least have some D&D or roleplay experience of some sort. Baldurs Gate 3 even, gives you some sort of foundation we can build on.
Contact: lethal_vox via Discord
World Overview — Vaelura “From the first breath of creation, chaos has whispered to those who would listen.” Vaelura is a world divided — not by land or blood alone, but by belief. It is a realm where Arcana, the art of bending the raw chaos that gave birth to existence itself, stands in eternal tension with Innovation, the rise of steel, steam, and star-born minerals not of this world. To some, Arcana is a sacred gift — the language of the gods, sung through mortal hands. To others, it is a curse of arrogance — mortalkind’s attempt to steal the very spark of divinity. And between these two ideals, civilizations flourish and fracture, each with their own laws, their own customs, their own truths. Empires rise on the promise of progress. Kingdoms fall to the seduction of power. Across deserts of glass and forests older than history, explorers seek relics of the stars. Merchants trade wonders beyond imagining. And in the halls of scholars and kings alike, whispers tell of an age soon to end — when the fragile balance between order and chaos will shatter once more. For deep beneath Vaelura’s surface, beyond the sight of gods and men, something ancient stirs. A forgotten evil, born before light and name, hungers again. Its awakening will not come in thunder — but in silence, in shadow, in the slow corruption of every soul that walks this fragile world. And when it rises… the choice will not be between magic or machine — but between creation itself and the abyss that remembers it.