The small village of Nordhiem is nestled in a valley between two mountains. Those two mountains, and others, make up the northern mountain range in the Forgotten Realms. The frozen north, to be specific. The nearest town is about 3 days travel south, out of the pass to the valley.
You are all in a cozy little inn's common room. There are half a dozen round tables with 4 chairs each, 3 booths along one wall that seat 3 to a side (6 total), and a bar with 8 stools.
On a small stage in one corner is a female half-elven bard wearing armor and clothing of forest green. In between playing a tune or two on a finely crafted lute she makes some minor tuning adjustment.
(right now everyone is an NPC and once the campaign gets rolling I will select 4 Players, any and all can recruit the remaining 8 NPCs as resources to further their goals, even if they are their own personal goals.)
(Please introduce your characters when you are ready to start by placing them somewhere in the inn. If you need more time and want to start sometime after the starting point, well, that is also fine, just let me know the details in your personal thread.)
Loyal is walking around the downstairs of the inn.
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A beautiful young human woman clad in an embroidered grey hooded cloak and nicer clothing is sitting at a table near the bard, drinking a glass of red wine. With blonde hair and grey eyes, she has a friendly smile and seems to be enjoying the music and atmosphere. By her side is a filled leather backpack and a staff.
A bulky goliath sits at the booth farthest from the door, taking up twice the space of an average person. He sips from a mug of ale occasionally, but mostly just stays in place, thinking. His large frame easily puts him out of place, but combined with plaintive- if rather oversized- clothes, he has even more unusual look. The large daggers strapped to his belt and the staff slung across his back don't help to diminish the effect, even in a place as isolated from civilization as Nordheim.
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Praeda, a young woman with shoulder-length, curly brown hair and odd white pupils, is sitting at a corner table by herself. She wears a blood-red cloak and grey clothes that distinguish her from the locals, and an oak staff leans by the door. She's slowly drinking a glass of red wine and watching the... more interesting patrons here tonight. Nordheim was fairly good business for her trade, so she was renting a better room in the inn.
A black figure with torn robes walks into the inn, a limp in his right leg apparant. He pulls down his hood, his black, crocodile-like face revealing itself. "A cup of brandy please, barkeep," he says, placing the copper pieces on the counter. Dernis licks his lips, tracing the scars along his pebbled jawline. A quiver of arrows rests on his back, along with the scabbards of various bladed weapons.
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Just another extradimensional, reality-warping guy He/Him *smacks table* DRAGONS "You are only given a spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." -Robin Williams Head of comms of the "oops, i accidently destroyed someone's brain" cult here is our terms It's completely safe* * note, the OIADSB Cult is not responsible for any loss of limb, soul, or sanity Ammus Qelunax - White Dragonborn Ranger (Drakewarden) | Dernis Zorqrin- Black Dragonborn Ranger
A handsome Half-elf with short black hair and green eyes flecked with silver sits alone on one of the stools at the bar drinking a mug of ale. He wears leather armor and a green cloak, a rapier in its scabbard is hangs on his belt. At his feet are a backpack, his short bow, and quiver-filled arrows rest against the bar.
Evre: At a pause in the music, The slender young blonde human woman in grey delicately picks up her glass and heads towards the bar, where she approaches the half-elf. As she does, you see by her hip she carries a ornately hilted curved dagger. She says to him, in Elvish: “You seem like the adventurous type, I am new in this place. Tell me, what do people like us do for excitement around here?” Her elvish is perfect, like a native noble speaker. She gives a beautiful smile, then in common, she says. “I am Evre,.”.
Conrian setting his drink down a bar looks at the young human woman addressing him. Responding in Elvish “Well, I’ve only just arrived here, so I don’t know if anything is exciting to do around here.” He gives the woman a friendly smile “My name is Conrian, nice to meet you, .”
Evre smiles and says (in common now) “ Well met Conrian, we are new here together then. Where do you come from? I am from Daggerford, a town near Waterdeep to the south. I came north seeking adventure- against the advice of my family I am afraid, they wanted me to become a scribe at candlekeep- not my plans at all! “
she laughs and takes a sip of wine.
“ An eccentric crowd tonight! Do you know anyone else here?” She gestures to the others around the dimly lit common room. She smiles at the crocodilian-faced man near them at the bar.
Joroden, a man with dark dray skin and black eyes cracks the door to the tavern. After glancing nervously behind himself, he scans the room, noticing the half-elf and her lute. He then walks closer to Evre and Conrian to listen in on their conversation, adjusting his black leather armor and checking his dagger as he walks.
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Dernis cocks his head in curiosity, then smiles at the grey-eyed woman. "I don't think so, I'm not from around here. I'm Dernis, pleased to make your acquaintance," he explains, taking a sip from his mug.
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Just another extradimensional, reality-warping guy He/Him *smacks table* DRAGONS "You are only given a spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." -Robin Williams Head of comms of the "oops, i accidently destroyed someone's brain" cult here is our terms It's completely safe* * note, the OIADSB Cult is not responsible for any loss of limb, soul, or sanity Ammus Qelunax - White Dragonborn Ranger (Drakewarden) | Dernis Zorqrin- Black Dragonborn Ranger
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely. If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Dernis cocks his head in curiosity, then smiles at the grey-eyed woman. "I don't think so, I'm not from around here. I'm Dernis, pleased to make your acquaintance," he explains, taking a sip from his mug.
The goliath glances over at Dernis warily before returning to his drink. He scowls, his stone-grey skin contrasting calmly with his icy blue eyes.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew:Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
To Dernis she says “ I am Evre, likewise- it is a pleasure to meet a fellow traveler to this cold and mysterious land.” She tenses up a bit for a moment when Joroden approaches, “Spirits!” Evre says. “I think they have spirits up there on the wall behind the bar, but hopefully not that kind! Are you in danger? “ A look of concern and curiosity crosses her face, she reaches reflexively for her rune-carved oak staff which is leaning against the bar.
Joroden glances through a window and lets out a sigh of relief. "N-no, I'm not in danger. Not now at least. This tavern seems to be a safe enough place to rest for the night." Joroden extends his hand. "Oh, where are my manners. My name is Joroden, and you?"
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Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely. If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Joroden glances through a window and lets out a sigh of relief. "N-no, I'm not in danger. Not now at least. This tavern seems to be a safe enough place to rest for the night." Joroden extends his hand. "Oh, where are my manners. My name is Joroden, and you?"
"Why would you be in danger?"
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The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Joroden glances through a window and lets out a sigh of relief. "N-no, I'm not in danger. Not now at least. This tavern seems to be a safe enough place to rest for the night." Joroden extends his hand. "Oh, where are my manners. My name is Joroden, and you?"
Evre says” It is a pleasure meeting you Joroden and Praeda. I am Evre. I think this inn is probably the safest place around here for the night. Hopefully safe enough! Judging by looks alone, this group looks like they can handle a few spirits or unseelie even. We should stick together- There is safety in numbers, usually!”
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The small village of Nordhiem is nestled in a valley between two mountains. Those two mountains, and others, make up the northern mountain range in the Forgotten Realms. The frozen north, to be specific. The nearest town is about 3 days travel south, out of the pass to the valley.
You are all in a cozy little inn's common room. There are half a dozen round tables with 4 chairs each, 3 booths along one wall that seat 3 to a side (6 total), and a bar with 8 stools.
On a small stage in one corner is a female half-elven bard wearing armor and clothing of forest green. In between playing a tune or two on a finely crafted lute she makes some minor tuning adjustment.
(right now everyone is an NPC and once the campaign gets rolling I will select 4 Players, any and all can recruit the remaining 8 NPCs as resources to further their goals, even if they are their own personal goals.)
(Please introduce your characters when you are ready to start by placing them somewhere in the inn. If you need more time and want to start sometime after the starting point, well, that is also fine, just let me know the details in your personal thread.)
Loyal is walking around the downstairs of the inn.
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
Evre:
A beautiful young human woman clad in an embroidered grey hooded cloak and nicer clothing is sitting at a table near the bard, drinking a glass of red wine. With blonde hair and grey eyes, she has a friendly smile and seems to be enjoying the music and atmosphere. By her side is a filled leather backpack and a staff.
A bulky goliath sits at the booth farthest from the door, taking up twice the space of an average person. He sips from a mug of ale occasionally, but mostly just stays in place, thinking. His large frame easily puts him out of place, but combined with plaintive- if rather oversized- clothes, he has even more unusual look. The large daggers strapped to his belt and the staff slung across his back don't help to diminish the effect, even in a place as isolated from civilization as Nordheim.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Praeda, a young woman with shoulder-length, curly brown hair and odd white pupils, is sitting at a corner table by herself. She wears a blood-red cloak and grey clothes that distinguish her from the locals, and an oak staff leans by the door. She's slowly drinking a glass of red wine and watching the... more interesting patrons here tonight. Nordheim was fairly good business for her trade, so she was renting a better room in the inn.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
A black figure with torn robes walks into the inn, a limp in his right leg apparant. He pulls down his hood, his black, crocodile-like face revealing itself. "A cup of brandy please, barkeep," he says, placing the copper pieces on the counter. Dernis licks his lips, tracing the scars along his pebbled jawline. A quiver of arrows rests on his back, along with the scabbards of various bladed weapons.
Just another extradimensional, reality-warping guy
He/Him
*smacks table* DRAGONS
"You are only given a spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." -Robin Williams
Head of comms of the "oops, i accidently destroyed someone's brain" cult here is our terms It's completely safe*
* note, the OIADSB Cult is not responsible for any loss of limb, soul, or sanity
Ammus Qelunax - White Dragonborn Ranger (Drakewarden) | Dernis Zorqrin - Black Dragonborn Ranger
A handsome Half-elf with short black hair and green eyes flecked with silver sits alone on one of the stools at the bar drinking a mug of ale. He wears leather armor and a green cloak, a rapier in its scabbard is hangs on his belt. At his feet are a backpack, his short bow, and quiver-filled arrows rest against the bar.
Evre: At a pause in the music, The slender young blonde human woman in grey delicately picks up her glass and heads towards the bar, where she approaches the half-elf. As she does, you see by her hip she carries a ornately hilted curved dagger.
She says to him, in Elvish: “You seem like the adventurous type, I am new in this place. Tell me, what do people like us do for excitement around here?” Her elvish is perfect, like a native noble speaker. She gives a beautiful smile, then in common, she says. “I am Evre,.”.
Conrian setting his drink down a bar looks at the young human woman addressing him. Responding in Elvish “Well, I’ve only just arrived here, so I don’t know if anything is exciting to do around here.” He gives the woman a friendly smile “My name is Conrian, nice to meet you, .”
Evre smiles and says (in common now) “ Well met Conrian, we are new here together then. Where do you come from? I am from Daggerford, a town near Waterdeep to the south. I came north seeking adventure- against the advice of my family I am afraid, they wanted me to become a scribe at candlekeep- not my plans at all! “
she laughs and takes a sip of wine.
“ An eccentric crowd tonight! Do you know anyone else here?” She gestures to the others around the dimly lit common room. She smiles at the crocodilian-faced man near them at the bar.
Joroden, a man with dark dray skin and black eyes cracks the door to the tavern. After glancing nervously behind himself, he scans the room, noticing the half-elf and her lute. He then walks closer to Evre and Conrian to listen in on their conversation, adjusting his black leather armor and checking his dagger as he walks.
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely.
If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Homebrew races: ~Otterfolk! Play as a otter!~ Playable Dryad! (Literally just the monster sheet ported to player race)
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Dernis cocks his head in curiosity, then smiles at the grey-eyed woman. "I don't think so, I'm not from around here. I'm Dernis, pleased to make your acquaintance," he explains, taking a sip from his mug.
Just another extradimensional, reality-warping guy
He/Him
*smacks table* DRAGONS
"You are only given a spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." -Robin Williams
Head of comms of the "oops, i accidently destroyed someone's brain" cult here is our terms It's completely safe*
* note, the OIADSB Cult is not responsible for any loss of limb, soul, or sanity
Ammus Qelunax - White Dragonborn Ranger (Drakewarden) | Dernis Zorqrin - Black Dragonborn Ranger
Joroden nervously leans into the group of people introducing themselves, his hand placed on the hilt of his dagger, and asks:
"Pardon me, but have any of you seen any, ahem, spirits nearby? Perhaps a darkling or a wraith?"
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely.
If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Homebrew races: ~Otterfolk! Play as a otter!~ Playable Dryad! (Literally just the monster sheet ported to player race)
Sauce Archpriest!- Join the Supreme Court of Sauces! Join the Cult of Cults! EXTENDED SIGNATURE Tooltips
The goliath glances over at Dernis warily before returning to his drink. He scowls, his stone-grey skin contrasting calmly with his icy blue eyes.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
To Dernis she says “ I am Evre, likewise- it is a pleasure to meet a fellow traveler to this cold and mysterious land.” She tenses up a bit for a moment when Joroden approaches, “Spirits!” Evre says. “I think they have spirits up there on the wall behind the bar, but hopefully not that kind! Are you in danger? “ A look of concern and curiosity crosses her face, she reaches reflexively for her rune-carved oak staff which is leaning against the bar.
"Darklings are some of the Unseelie, not spirits. The locals may have a few ghost stories for you, though. And who, exactly, are you?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Joroden glances through a window and lets out a sigh of relief. "N-no, I'm not in danger. Not now at least. This tavern seems to be a safe enough place to rest for the night." Joroden extends his hand. "Oh, where are my manners. My name is Joroden, and you?"
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely.
If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Homebrew races: ~Otterfolk! Play as a otter!~ Playable Dryad! (Literally just the monster sheet ported to player race)
Sauce Archpriest!- Join the Supreme Court of Sauces! Join the Cult of Cults! EXTENDED SIGNATURE Tooltips
"Why would you be in danger?"
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
"Praeda. Why are you frightened, Joroden?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Evre says” It is a pleasure meeting you Joroden and Praeda. I am Evre. I think this inn is probably the safest place around here for the night. Hopefully safe enough! Judging by looks alone, this group looks like they can handle a few spirits or unseelie even. We should stick together- There is safety in numbers, usually!”