Backstory: Sennet was born to a farming village, and had a fairly average childhood. Farm work and chores took up his daily life with some time spent with friends playing. During his early teenage years, tensions between Sennet's village and a neighboring Centaur village started to grow. The Centaurs wanted to expand their land into his village, but his village elders refused to move. After years of this push back, the Centaurs got fed up and decided to attack Sennet's village. The Centaurs spared no prisoners and destroyed all of their huts, and killed everyone they could get their hands on. Some of Sennet's kind were able to get away, with Sennet being one of those rare few. His mother quickly rushed him out of the village and hid him in the woods close-by while his father searched for his sister, but as his mother ran back to get the rest of his family, a couple of Centaurs grouped up around her and grabbed her, while another one walked up and stabbed her in the stomach. Sennet went to go scream but nothing came out. After 5 or 10 minutes of trying to comprehend what just happened, and with his father nowhere in sight, Sennet ran, and didn't stop running until he came to the first big city he could find.
Here he lived on the streets until he was taken in by a Dwarvish Blacksmith. The Dwarf raised him and taught him out to fight. Once Sennet was old enough to take care of himself, he left the Dwarf and sought out a life of a mercenary, sending half of his earnings back to the Dwarf for everything he did for him. But unlike some mercenaries, he did not blindly follow jobs and kill those who he did not believe truly earned it, as he felt it would turn him more into the Centaurs that took his family.
Years of this life had earned him a rightful reputation of a respectable mercenary and eventually led him to a lead to some possible Centaurs that he believed were involved in the destruction of his home.
((I believe I know what the starting of this adventure is, but if you could just let us know where we start so I can further flesh out this backstory. Thank you!))
Finn is a dwarf fighter who is dealing with some trauma and is treating adventuring as a sort of therapy. He's prolly an alcoholic by now, but he's loyal almost to a fault
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Captured by the drow! You wouldn’t wish this fate upon anyone, yet here you are — locked in a dark cave, the cold, heavy weight of metal tight around your throat and wrists. You are not alone. Other prisoners are trapped in here with you, in an underground outpost far from the light of the sun. Your captors include a cruel drow priestess who calls herself Mistress Ilvara of House Mizzrym. Over the past several days, you’ve met her several times, robed in silken garments and flanked by two male drow, one of whom has a mass of scars along one side of his face and neck. Mistress Ilvara likes to impress her will with scourge in hand and remind you that your life now belongs to her. “Accept your fate, learn to obey, and you may survive.” Her words echo in your memory, even as you plot your escape.
Devoid of your belongings save for the barest clothes on your back, shackled in irons and fed nothing but a very thin mushroom broth each day, again the thought of escape fills your mind as you look around your holding cell, watching the other prisoners and perhaps wondering if they too are hatching an escape plan.
Introduce yourself to the group, note how long you've been here:
The low growl spills like the heavy roll of thunder from the bronze-scaled dragonborn, lightening sparking around their teeth, though it gets no further than that. Kel is all sharp angled ridges and electric blue eyes, though in the five days they've been here, that light has dimmed somewhat. Their bronze scales have gone brittle and achy with only the thin mushroom broth, but they show no discomfort on their draconic face. Instead, they plot and plan, trying to memorize guard patrols, praying silently to Akadi for strength every time the Mistress visits and their scales feel the bite of the scourge. Kel could not give in to her will; they had too much to live for, still. Too much they needed to do.
Taking a breath, Kel looks around at the others in the holding cell, taking stock of each of them. Could they help? Would they?
They lean forward, chains rattling, towards the nearest fellow captives. "Hail," they say hoarsely, their voice ill-used in the past five days. Well, five by their count, anyway; they weren't sure if it was correct. "My name is Kel; I believe we were brought in together."
The newest guy would look like an elf to the humans in the group, and a human to the elves in the group. But neither are in the group, so one look at this fella and they go. "yep. That's a half-elf." Half drow to be correct. He's fairly clean and carries himself with the air of nobility. Not stuck up, but certainly not used to being a slave. Platinum blonde hair trails down to his slender, lithe shoulders which match the rest of his lithe frame. A pair of golden eyes peer out at the world, looking this way and that. They settle upon Sennet. And in a moment. Words can be heard in Sennet's mind. An alien presence felt.
"You there, look like a, like a capable individual! I can reward you if you help me blow this joint!"
You hear a rustle and clink of chains as Finn adjusts himself, trying to find a more comfortable position. In a voice barely more than a whisper, he says, "Aye, I remember arrivin' wit ye, my scaly friend, but I dunnae think we'd been properly introduced. I'm Finn McTire of clan McTire, originally from the dwarven village of Duneroch, currently from the village of wherever I drop me pack"
"My name is Ulbeth Crowfall. I am a man of importance in the Uplands. Money. Land. Whatever you desire!" Says that alien presence. Meanwhile, the half-drow studies a nail, glancing around for a moment. Then... One by one, all of the prisoners can feel the same alien presence. Repeating what it said to Sinnet. He can only do this to one person at a time, so he waits for the previous telepathic conversation to end before striking up a new one.
"Good to meet you, Finn," Kel murmurs, hissing a little at the sudden intrusion of a voice in their mind. Glancing around at their fellow cellmates, they bare their teeth a little. "I believe we have common cause, but that could change should you see fit to invade my mind again," they warn whoever is responsible. It was, after all, intolerably rude.
"We must get out of these chains and the cell before the Mistress returns. I wonder if we might persuade a guard?"
"Invading? Invading your mind? You make it sound like I'm fumbling through your thoughts! I am not! Those are private. Anyways, you're not getting the whole picture here. I can act as a messenger without risk of being caught!" Comes the voice again. "If you have something to say, think it but in a deliberate manner. Once again. I can't read your mind unless you use the pathway I opened."
Well, there was some merit in that, Kel supposed. They didn't necessarily like it, but they didn't like being a prisoner more. "Fine," they attempted to respond in kind, making a face. "But only for this." Then they looked to Caderyn and nodded. "There should be one soon, if they stick to the same patrols. I'm afraid I'm not particularly smooth at talking," they admitted, not looking the least bit regretful over it. Usually, Kel solved problems with lightening, but this required a more delicate touch.
This post is a placeholder for my <Out of the Abyss> campaign.
Those joining please use the manual roll for stats.
No feats at level 1.
Fixed HP.
Other details upcoming. Will start ASAP!
Stats (I rerolled 1's once): Ability scores: 17 11 8 9 10 13
(OK, OK, not bad)
At the moment, I plan on going a Gith, Fighter. So everyone knows.
Sennet - D&D Beyond (dndbeyond.com)
Name: Sennet
Class: Fighter
Race: Gith
Background: Mercenary
Backstory: Sennet was born to a farming village, and had a fairly average childhood. Farm work and chores took up his daily life with some time spent with friends playing. During his early teenage years, tensions between Sennet's village and a neighboring Centaur village started to grow. The Centaurs wanted to expand their land into his village, but his village elders refused to move. After years of this push back, the Centaurs got fed up and decided to attack Sennet's village. The Centaurs spared no prisoners and destroyed all of their huts, and killed everyone they could get their hands on. Some of Sennet's kind were able to get away, with Sennet being one of those rare few. His mother quickly rushed him out of the village and hid him in the woods close-by while his father searched for his sister, but as his mother ran back to get the rest of his family, a couple of Centaurs grouped up around her and grabbed her, while another one walked up and stabbed her in the stomach. Sennet went to go scream but nothing came out. After 5 or 10 minutes of trying to comprehend what just happened, and with his father nowhere in sight, Sennet ran, and didn't stop running until he came to the first big city he could find.
Here he lived on the streets until he was taken in by a Dwarvish Blacksmith. The Dwarf raised him and taught him out to fight. Once Sennet was old enough to take care of himself, he left the Dwarf and sought out a life of a mercenary, sending half of his earnings back to the Dwarf for everything he did for him. But unlike some mercenaries, he did not blindly follow jobs and kill those who he did not believe truly earned it, as he felt it would turn him more into the Centaurs that took his family.
Years of this life had earned him a rightful reputation of a respectable mercenary and eventually led him to a lead to some possible Centaurs that he believed were involved in the destruction of his home.
((I believe I know what the starting of this adventure is, but if you could just let us know where we start so I can further flesh out this backstory. Thank you!))
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You can find out about Crowfell in character! Crowfell being my character, of course.
I'll leave most of Kel's info to be found in-game or on his page, but stat rolls:
Ability scores: 10 16 12 11 9 15
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Did I make it in time? First time playing by post
Yep! If you want to give a blurb about your character and your stat rolls you can!
Otherwise we'll get going officially very soon!
From now on if we need OOC discussion please use our recruitment thread. Thanks! Off we go into the Underdark!!!
Awesome, so I rolled a 17, 16, 11, 11, 13, 14
Finn is a dwarf fighter who is dealing with some trauma and is treating adventuring as a sort of therapy. He's prolly an alcoholic by now, but he's loyal almost to a fault
Introduce yourself to the group, note how long you've been here:
-Caderyn: 10 days
-Finn: 10 days
-Kel: 3 days
-Sennet: 10 days
-Ulbeth: 1 days
The low growl spills like the heavy roll of thunder from the bronze-scaled dragonborn, lightening sparking around their teeth, though it gets no further than that. Kel is all sharp angled ridges and electric blue eyes, though in the five days they've been here, that light has dimmed somewhat. Their bronze scales have gone brittle and achy with only the thin mushroom broth, but they show no discomfort on their draconic face. Instead, they plot and plan, trying to memorize guard patrols, praying silently to Akadi for strength every time the Mistress visits and their scales feel the bite of the scourge. Kel could not give in to her will; they had too much to live for, still. Too much they needed to do.
Taking a breath, Kel looks around at the others in the holding cell, taking stock of each of them. Could they help? Would they?
They lean forward, chains rattling, towards the nearest fellow captives. "Hail," they say hoarsely, their voice ill-used in the past five days. Well, five by their count, anyway; they weren't sure if it was correct. "My name is Kel; I believe we were brought in together."
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The newest guy would look like an elf to the humans in the group, and a human to the elves in the group. But neither are in the group, so one look at this fella and they go. "yep. That's a half-elf." Half drow to be correct. He's fairly clean and carries himself with the air of nobility. Not stuck up, but certainly not used to being a slave. Platinum blonde hair trails down to his slender, lithe shoulders which match the rest of his lithe frame. A pair of golden eyes peer out at the world, looking this way and that. They settle upon Sennet. And in a moment. Words can be heard in Sennet's mind. An alien presence felt.
"You there, look like a, like a capable individual! I can reward you if you help me blow this joint!"
You hear a rustle and clink of chains as Finn adjusts himself, trying to find a more comfortable position. In a voice barely more than a whisper, he says, "Aye, I remember arrivin' wit ye, my scaly friend, but I dunnae think we'd been properly introduced. I'm Finn McTire of clan McTire, originally from the dwarven village of Duneroch, currently from the village of wherever I drop me pack"
"My name is Ulbeth Crowfall. I am a man of importance in the Uplands. Money. Land. Whatever you desire!" Says that alien presence. Meanwhile, the half-drow studies a nail, glancing around for a moment. Then... One by one, all of the prisoners can feel the same alien presence. Repeating what it said to Sinnet. He can only do this to one person at a time, so he waits for the previous telepathic conversation to end before striking up a new one.
"Good to meet you, Finn," Kel murmurs, hissing a little at the sudden intrusion of a voice in their mind. Glancing around at their fellow cellmates, they bare their teeth a little. "I believe we have common cause, but that could change should you see fit to invade my mind again," they warn whoever is responsible. It was, after all, intolerably rude.
"We must get out of these chains and the cell before the Mistress returns. I wonder if we might persuade a guard?"
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"Invading? Invading your mind? You make it sound like I'm fumbling through your thoughts! I am not! Those are private. Anyways, you're not getting the whole picture here. I can act as a messenger without risk of being caught!" Comes the voice again. "If you have something to say, think it but in a deliberate manner. Once again. I can't read your mind unless you use the pathway I opened."
Well, there was some merit in that, Kel supposed. They didn't necessarily like it, but they didn't like being a prisoner more. "Fine," they attempted to respond in kind, making a face. "But only for this." Then they looked to Caderyn and nodded. "There should be one soon, if they stick to the same patrols. I'm afraid I'm not particularly smooth at talking," they admitted, not looking the least bit regretful over it. Usually, Kel solved problems with lightening, but this required a more delicate touch.
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Finn searches the dimly lit cells for any semblance of a face. "Then I guess all our fates rest in your hands, Cadeyrn."