LFG
LFP
Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
Sign in to view your library & saved favorites.
Sign in- Marketplace
Hello, all! I'll be running Curse of Strahd: Redux format with a Lady Strahd variant on THURSDAY NIGHTS @ 4:30pm CST Bi-Weekly! Prior post said Monday, I've decided to swap to Thursday nights for planned date. Please apply using the link to the Google Docs form, send me a message on Discord @ coffeeopeia, or respond below, and I'll reach out to you if your app stands out!
I'm a DM with more than 13 years of playing and running games, and everyone is always welcome at my tables. My campaigns are both serious, silly, heartbreaking, and joyous with everything else in between. I am looking for players of all walks who want to experience a robust version of Barovia chock full of lore, mystery, and adventurous opportunity amidst the fog.
https://forms.gle/KmN3P3jmCjfwDX7A7
===
THEMES: Grimdark, Gothic Horror, Vampires, Morality, Reincarnation, Life and Death, Struggle and Hope
RP: This campaign will be RP HEAVY, and I would love players who are excited to dig deep into their own PCs psyche, and play that out in campaign. Please apply only if you are looking for a very lore and RP heavy table.
REQUIREMENTS: FREE GAME, 18+ only, Decent Mic, Ability to commit, Friendliness at the table, Desire to have fun
2014 or 2024: I am leaving this up to Party consensus once everyone joins for whether or not we are using older or updated 5e rules.
===
CAMPAIGN HOOK:
The way to the lands between worlds aren't marked on any map worth trusting. Still, people find them when they need to. A hunter from Moonshae searching for a missing brother. A scholar from Candlekeep chasing stories of a forgotten valley. A sellsword following whispers of impossible riches hidden in a dead noble’s castle.
Whatever brought you here, fate has lead you to the same miserable campsite: a dying fire, cold rain overhead, and a band of strange travelers playing folk tunes on fraying mandolin strings who seem entirely too comfortable this close to the fog-choked woods just outside of Daggerford.
Their elder, Madame Eva, has spent the evening studying each of you newcomers in silence as the fire burns on. At last, she sets a worn deck of cards upon an overturned crate.
Her eyes lay twinkling beyond the firelight, and something draws you closer...