A young sun elf in bright fiery-colored robes that shimmer almost as if made of glass walks into town. "I've heard a lot about this place. Maybe it'll be a good place to test my skills."
(UPDATED DESCRIPTION: A sun elf wizard in bright fiery-colored robes that shimmer almost as if made of glass, with a matching wand in hand. On his back is a deep blue slim cape, which he dramatically casts off right before battle and retrieves afterwards. Wisps of mist swirl around him, and his silver eyes gleam with a slight otherworldly power.
Name: Immeral Lindor
Race: Elf (High)
Class: Wizard (Evoker)
Background: Folk Hero (Backstory: Immeral was a glassblower in a small elven village, and practiced magic in his free time. One day, a wyrmling green dragon decided to take up residence next to the village. Immeral lead the villagers to slay the dragon. Ever since, he's been on the road, a young, brash, overconfident wizard.)
Apium, even though he's tired from the fight, flies off.
In a few hours he's back, carrying a burlap sack, filled with a bunch of different objects. He lands and puts it on the ground and starts casting a new, complex spell.
A minute later, a skeleton rises. "Hello again Father. Let's play." Apium and the skeleton walk to a open grassy area, and play catch. The skeleton isn't very good at it.
(Sorry I've been absent lately. I hoped if I hid away under a rock for awhile, some of the more experienced players might step in (or step in again) to take up some of the load. Unfortunately none have. So I'm taking a more direct approach.
To those interested in growing this community, please consider hosting a match or two. If it is left entirely to one of us, that one will fade quickly.
A hooded figure climbs a hill and sees the town of Sel'eman. "This is it, Jack, time for the real fun to begin!" he says in a raspy voice. He coughs and says "I guess it is, Damien."
Name: Jack/Damien (dual personality)
Race: Black Dragonborn
Class: Barbarian
Background: Psycopath (homebrew)
Growing up alone, Jack was once possessed when he was 6. He's had his alternate personality, Damien, since that event. Jack is usually timid, avoiding conflict and people. Damien is Jack's bad side, always looking for a fight. Damien comes out at the sight of violence, and Jack comes back after a while. Jack thought to come to Sel'eman to quench Damien's bloodlust.
Darius walked toward the arena to await his next match, examining his new shortsword.
"Patience," he finally said. "It'll take you a bit longer to finish someone off, so... that'll be yer name."
Sheathing the blade, he plucked all four of his daggers from their hiding spots on his person, and looked them over. He'd likely have serious need of these, if his last fight was any indication. He continued speaking.
"Yep, might as well elevate you lot to named status as well. Let's see here..." He ruminated over each blade in turn, starting with the ones of lowest quality.
"You don't look like you'll do much... you can be Hope. Yer twin isn't as banged up though; she can be Faith. Hmm... I really like the look of you. Joy it is! And you look nice enough that if I throw you I just might not get ya back. Hmm. Aaaah, that'll work! Love!" He barked a gravelly laugh at his own joke, then noticed someone watching him curiously. As he placed back his daggers, he turned to glare at the young fellow as he did, until he looked away and scurried off.
Now smiling, the pirate continued toward the arena.
An Avian covered in white with blue/green/purple highlights and tattoos and some bandaged and healing cuts walks into the shop that Darius is in and lets out a yelp of surprise. He says "How-What-Why-Funny seeing you here. Uhhhhhhhh How ya doin? Good luck in your next match. Nice daggers ya got there..." He then turns to the shopkeeper "Do you have any arrows?" Once he gets his answer he takes a quiver as well and tosses two gold pieces on the counter. He says 'Do ya want to go to the tavern and drink and chat a bit' rather nervously. He then goes to the tavern and bonks his head repetitively on the bar table when he sees Immerial. Afterwards he invites Immerial to join him/them once he gets finished bonking his head. "Tab's on me."
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If I run into you I also invite you, along with Vike and Leanea.
My advise is 'Hope you are on the side with the ranged people. After all, thats how you got downed, also remember your healing potions' I imagine that Merron would eventually be able to make a contraption that could immediately as a reaction heal themselves when the went down.
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
If I run into you I also invite you, along with Vike and Leanea.
My advise is 'Hope you are on the side with the ranged people. After all, thats how you got downed, also remember your healing potions' I imagine that Merron would eventually be able to make a contraption that could immediately as a reaction heal themselves when the went down.
(... ehh.. they may or may not be pushing boundaries a bit.)
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Fenkas is soaring around the area of the Coliseum on his new broom stick trying to learn it's balance and practicing whipping below him as he soars. He also finds a place where he can purchase some spell components (specifically some incense and perhaps someone with a brass brazier). If he manages to find someone with the necessary equipment (I'm guessing SAPA probably has it...) he summons Syldorn back into this world, feeding his owl a treat.
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(@Seanery: Sheet looks good.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
A young sun elf in bright fiery-colored robes that shimmer almost as if made of glass walks into town. "I've heard a lot about this place. Maybe it'll be a good place to test my skills."
(UPDATED DESCRIPTION: A sun elf wizard in bright fiery-colored robes that shimmer almost as if made of glass, with a matching wand in hand. On his back is a deep blue slim cape, which he dramatically casts off right before battle and retrieves afterwards. Wisps of mist swirl around him, and his silver eyes gleam with a slight otherworldly power.
Name: Immeral Lindor
Race: Elf (High)
Class: Wizard (Evoker)
Background: Folk Hero (Backstory: Immeral was a glassblower in a small elven village, and practiced magic in his free time. One day, a wyrmling green dragon decided to take up residence next to the village. Immeral lead the villagers to slay the dragon. Ever since, he's been on the road, a young, brash, overconfident wizard.)
Sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/AmdirgolSianstacia/characters/43490170
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Is animate dead allowed? Apium is a priest of revenge, and animate dead would be a fitting punishment for his father.
When players get creative.
(@ThalaiDawnCaller: Unfortunately, animate dead falls under the banned list regarding summons/"allies"/etc. (w/ few specific exceptions))
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Can Apium use it outside the coliseum? He just has his skeleton cheer him on from the stands?
When players get creative.
(Of course that's fine. Pretty sure there's at least a few even awakened undead in the crowd, so wouldn't even be that off putting for folks)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Apium, even though he's tired from the fight, flies off.
In a few hours he's back, carrying a burlap sack, filled with a bunch of different objects. He lands and puts it on the ground and starts casting a new, complex spell.
When players get creative.
A minute later, a skeleton rises. "Hello again Father. Let's play." Apium and the skeleton walk to a open grassy area, and play catch. The skeleton isn't very good at it.
When players get creative.
(Sorry I've been absent lately. I hoped if I hid away under a rock for awhile, some of the more experienced players might step in (or step in again) to take up some of the load. Unfortunately none have. So I'm taking a more direct approach.
To those interested in growing this community, please consider hosting a match or two. If it is left entirely to one of us, that one will fade quickly.
To those who are interested I will respond to PMs with any questions. Thanks. Good luck! You can find details here: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/41173-the-aftermath-coliseum-of-conquest )
(P.S. OPs are up to date. Let me know if I missed anyone.)
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A hooded figure climbs a hill and sees the town of Sel'eman. "This is it, Jack, time for the real fun to begin!" he says in a raspy voice. He coughs and says "I guess it is, Damien."
Name: Jack/Damien (dual personality)
Race: Black Dragonborn
Class: Barbarian
Background: Psycopath (homebrew)
Growing up alone, Jack was once possessed when he was 6. He's had his alternate personality, Damien, since that event. Jack is usually timid, avoiding conflict and people. Damien is Jack's bad side, always looking for a fight. Damien comes out at the sight of violence, and Jack comes back after a while. Jack thought to come to Sel'eman to quench Damien's bloodlust.
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Immeral walks into the tavern a daze and sits down in the corner. A cloud of despair and confusion surrounds him.
Darius walked toward the arena to await his next match, examining his new shortsword.
"Patience," he finally said. "It'll take you a bit longer to finish someone off, so... that'll be yer name."
Sheathing the blade, he plucked all four of his daggers from their hiding spots on his person, and looked them over. He'd likely have serious need of these, if his last fight was any indication. He continued speaking.
"Yep, might as well elevate you lot to named status as well. Let's see here..." He ruminated over each blade in turn, starting with the ones of lowest quality.
"You don't look like you'll do much... you can be Hope. Yer twin isn't as banged up though; she can be Faith. Hmm... I really like the look of you. Joy it is! And you look nice enough that if I throw you I just might not get ya back. Hmm. Aaaah, that'll work! Love!" He barked a gravelly laugh at his own joke, then noticed someone watching him curiously. As he placed back his daggers, he turned to glare at the young fellow as he did, until he looked away and scurried off.
Now smiling, the pirate continued toward the arena.
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An Avian covered in white with blue/green/purple highlights and tattoos and some bandaged and healing cuts walks into the shop that Darius is in and lets out a yelp of surprise. He says "How-What-Why-Funny seeing you here. Uhhhhhhhh How ya doin? Good luck in your next match. Nice daggers ya got there..." He then turns to the shopkeeper "Do you have any arrows?" Once he gets his answer he takes a quiver as well and tosses two gold pieces on the counter. He says 'Do ya want to go to the tavern and drink and chat a bit' rather nervously. He then goes to the tavern and bonks his head repetitively on the bar table when he sees Immerial. Afterwards he invites Immerial to join him/them once he gets finished bonking his head. "Tab's on me."
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"Does anyone have advice on how to not be eliminated within 18 seconds?"
The fire giants made a gundam wheeeeee
If I run into you I also invite you, along with Vike and Leanea.
My advise is 'Hope you are on the side with the ranged people. After all, thats how you got downed, also remember your healing potions' I imagine that Merron would eventually be able to make a contraption that could immediately as a reaction heal themselves when the went down.
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Dream of Days Lore Bard 9/Wizard 4 Baulder's Gate: Descent to Avernus (In Person/Over Zoom)
Saleadon Morgul Battle Smith Artificer 11 Tyranny of Dragons (In Person/Over Zoom)
Hurtharn Serpti Ghostslayer Blood Hunter 7 Spelljammer (Over Zoom)
Ex Sig
"Thank you. That wasn't obvious."
The fire giants made a gundam wheeeeee
(... ehh.. they may or may not be pushing boundaries a bit.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Jack peaks in the tavern door and finds a seat away from people. "A drink please, whatever is cheapest." he says, timidly.
Fenkas is soaring around the area of the Coliseum on his new broom stick trying to learn it's balance and practicing whipping below him as he soars. He also finds a place where he can purchase some spell components (specifically some incense and perhaps someone with a brass brazier). If he manages to find someone with the necessary equipment (I'm guessing SAPA probably has it...) he summons Syldorn back into this world, feeding his owl a treat.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”