Game: D&D 5e Group preferred: Online Experience: New Location/Timezone: EST Availability: Most days, around 11:30pm to 12:00am. Preferred role: Player Game style: Looking for a Casual RP Campaign to test out my new Goliath Barbarian.
Character Sheet: ddb.ac/characters/15720188/9FSqZC
Backstory: I dont remember my early days, I just remember war. The Kingdom of Savas seemed to always be at war.
Due to my size and strength, joining the military was a choice I was destined to pick. I enlisted and rose the ranks quickly. I was a sight to behold on the battlefield. My brutality in war was unmatched. I cut huge swaths in the enemies ranks, making a path for my brother's to exploit. It was at the Battle of Insur's Field that I received my first award - The Ribbon of Scarla. Our Cavalry had been cut off from the main army, and in an instant I knew I had to act, or risk losing many lives. I heaved my trusty Bastard Sword onto my shoulder, and I began running towards the Cavalry. Scores of enemy soldiers were between us, but that did not slow me down. With swing after swing of my monstrous blade, I cut down my enemies. I left a trail of bodies, and a river of blood as I rescued our Cavalry from demise. It was at this Battle, that Bards began singing of my exploits. Before the end of my career, I was awared a 2nd Ribbon of Scarla, the Ivy-Oak Medallion, and The Iron Gauntlet. My kingdoms highest award. I quickly rose the ranks, eventually parting ways as a Major. I would have stayed longer, but a new Colonel was assigned to my unit. The puny Human "Paladin" had a superiority complex, and a "holier-than-thou" mentality. He suggested that an Officer of my stature should give orders from the rear of the Army. I suggested he shove his head up a donkey's rear end. He threatened to have me court-martialed. I remember his screams as I broke his arms, and left him mewling like a baby in his tent. And now, I sit at this Tavern in a table at the back reserved for me. I listen to the Bards sing stories of adventuring travellers and I spend my coin on Mead and Meat, waiting for my chance to bring my Sword out of retirement
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Game: D&D 5e
Group preferred: Online
Experience: New
Location/Timezone: EST
Availability: Most days, around 11:30pm to 12:00am.
Preferred role: Player
Game style: Looking for a Casual RP Campaign to test out my new Goliath Barbarian.
Name: Andrew
IRL Age: 25
Class: Barbarian
Race: Goliath
Character Name: Eric Withakay
DnD Experience: Very new, but eagerness to learn.
Character Sheet: ddb.ac/characters/15720188/9FSqZC
Backstory: I dont remember my early days, I just remember war. The Kingdom of Savas seemed to always be at war.
Due to my size and strength, joining the military was a choice I was destined to pick. I enlisted and rose the ranks quickly. I was a sight to behold on the battlefield. My brutality in war was unmatched. I cut huge swaths in the enemies ranks, making a path for my brother's to exploit. It was at the Battle of Insur's Field that I received my first award - The Ribbon of Scarla. Our Cavalry had been cut off from the main army, and in an instant I knew I had to act, or risk losing many lives. I heaved my trusty Bastard Sword onto my shoulder, and I began running towards the Cavalry. Scores of enemy soldiers were between us, but that did not slow me down. With swing after swing of my monstrous blade, I cut down my enemies. I left a trail of bodies, and a river of blood as I rescued our Cavalry from demise. It was at this Battle, that Bards began singing of my exploits. Before the end of my career, I was awared a 2nd Ribbon of Scarla, the Ivy-Oak Medallion, and The Iron Gauntlet. My kingdoms highest award. I quickly rose the ranks, eventually parting ways as a Major. I would have stayed longer, but a new Colonel was assigned to my unit. The puny Human "Paladin" had a superiority complex, and a "holier-than-thou" mentality. He suggested that an Officer of my stature should give orders from the rear of the Army. I suggested he shove his head up a donkey's rear end. He threatened to have me court-martialed. I remember his screams as I broke his arms, and left him mewling like a baby in his tent. And now, I sit at this Tavern in a table at the back reserved for me. I listen to the Bards sing stories of adventuring travellers and I spend my coin on Mead and Meat, waiting for my chance to bring my Sword out of retirement