Seasoned, experienced old school "Judges Guild" Era Dungeonmaster looking to start up a new, long-term, in-person campaign. New players who want to learn? Experienced players? Old fuddy duddies? All welcome. I am in the Westside of Jacksonville FL.
We will use the latest and greater 5e/Beyond rules and books.
Sometimes for fun we will dabble in other editions as well.
Session zero will be character creation, 1st level, in the City of Brahma in my homebrew World of Zarius setting.
The air, wherever here is, is bitter.... cold.... it moves sluggishly, like it is clingy, lazy..... your eyes slide open with considerable discomfort as you feel grit grinding in your sockets.... a whimsical, soft laughter echos in the chamber.... "They awake" the voice whispers.....
....It all just hurts..... down to the very pores. It's a cold ache. Your lips move, cracking for how parched you are. Only the faintest whisper escapes. You manage just barely to roll to you side, the fall from the stone slab you were inclined upon steals your consciousness away.....
.... time passes, unknown.... you awaken again, ever so slightly restored, face laying in dust.... the ache remains.... with trembling arms you push yourself up... the remnants of ancient clothing splits and crumbles like old papyrus, falling to the ground....
.... a door.... as you stagger towards it, with a groan, the stone slides aside - brilliant sunlight floods what can only be called a tomb... your tomb.....
The Fellowship of the Raking Talon....
....needs you
Seasoned, experienced old school "Judges Guild" Era Dungeonmaster looking to start up a new, long-term, in-person campaign. New players who want to learn? Experienced players? Old fuddy duddies? All welcome. I am in the Westside of Jacksonville FL.
We will use the latest and greater 5e/Beyond rules and books.
Sometimes for fun we will dabble in other editions as well.
Session zero will be character creation, 1st level, in the City of Brahma in my homebrew World of Zarius setting.
The air, wherever here is, is bitter.... cold.... it moves sluggishly, like it is clingy, lazy..... your eyes slide open with considerable discomfort as you feel grit grinding in your sockets.... a whimsical, soft laughter echos in the chamber.... "They awake" the voice whispers.....
....It all just hurts..... down to the very pores. It's a cold ache. Your lips move, cracking for how parched you are. Only the faintest whisper escapes. You manage just barely to roll to you side, the fall from the stone slab you were inclined upon steals your consciousness away.....
.... time passes, unknown.... you awaken again, ever so slightly restored, face laying in dust.... the ache remains.... with trembling arms you push yourself up... the remnants of ancient clothing splits and crumbles like old papyrus, falling to the ground....
.... a door.... as you stagger towards it, with a groan, the stone slides aside - brilliant sunlight floods what can only be called a tomb... your tomb.....