Deceit comes back into the glory. Shes spent some times at the docks helping with any repairs or work left open from fallen workers and honest folk. When she arrives she has a few crusty salt lines obviously from sitting on the pier too long. Shes also barefooted with wet and sandy feet. She walks up to the bar and orders a meal and a light ale more for flavor. (Who is working the bar at this time?)
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Nylah gathers up her stones and heads inside to watch the match. Taking a seat at Toren's private table in the VIP section, she orders a milk & honey and settles down to see what wonders will occur in the arena this time.
Nylah sees Gorbal and Morthos grabbing their weapons and rushing around the coliseum, she makes a guess about what they're up to and calls out to them, "Are you guys in the next fight?"
"Let's! I have everything I need right here!" he says patting his clothes. He half jogs, half walks towards the main door and opens it for Morthos. "After you!"
He looks over to nylah and shakes his head "Not at all. We are off on an adventure!" he grins an orchisly toothy grin.
"Me? Go on an adventure?" Nylah looks awestruck at the possibility being offered to her, but then looks toward the arena, "I would really like to go but I don't think I'm allowed, my papa would be really mad. Thank you for the offer though, maybe when I am older." Nylah will wave good-bye and wish them luck (if they depart).
Gorbal laughs as he heads towards the door. "What's the worst he could do?" he challenges through his chuckle.
Standing beside Morthos, he purposefully, and yet lightly, slams the base of his staff onto the ground causing the goblin skull atop it to clatter. "It'll be fun!"
Morthos joins in a chuckle. "If you truly want to join us... Join us, we can keep you safe plus adventurers are considered some off the most heroic and AMAZING people in the world. Ask your father if you must... OR! just come along..."
Morthos acts welcoming and spirited while talking off adventurers and lends a hand while offering Nylah a spot in the trip.
A great ball of roiling flames erupts from one of the buildings in town. The ground rattles beneath your feet with the sudden shock, and the girlish screams of children and gnomes fill the air. Patrons run to the windows to see what has occurred.
The main store house of Sel'eman has been destroyed. Is this the work of those drow? Has some prankster Wizard made a horrible mistake? This is no illusion.
People race through the streets. Fleeing the flames, searching for buckets, calling out for their children and loved ones. A moment of relative peace outside the walls of the arena has erupted into a scene of pure chaos.
Truth, Basil, and Jenkins spring into action. In the span of a moment they are out to confront this… event. Only a moment later another explosion… Time seems to crawl as the bridge into town is reduced to rubble. Then in the town square a shop bursts.
Violet light fills the air where the magic shop once stood. A cloud of chaotic arcane energy swirls, as it’s carried on an unfortunate wind toward the coliseum. Another cloud, a crimson red spreads like a malicious hand grasping at the homes of townsfolk. It stretches further and wraps around the coliseum where it mixes with the violet light.
Time seems to come to a stand still for a moment as a dark cloud fills the air...
A heartbeat passes, then a rush of wind carries the chaotic storm away in an unnatural gale. In the next moment all is still… but outside… something has changed.
-- A New Chapter in Your Story Begins Here --
The town is in shambles, not the result of the explosions, something more. In the span of a heartbeat to you, days, weeks, months even, have passed outside these walls. Shops have been looted. People cower in their homes. A once productive town has suffered long.
As the cloud dissipates people start to emerge, to investigate. Has their luck turned? Has relief come? Some walk in the streets toward the coliseum. Some carry weapons… A mob. They move with hungry faces ready to do what they feel they must.
So many questions are unanswered. What has occurred here in the time that has passed? How much time has passed? Was this an isolated incident? Or have other cities and towns suffered similar fates?
The strength and charisma and reassuring authority of those who once controlled this place are missing. Those who stormed out to offer aid on the outset of this catastrophe are nowhere to be seen. Were they victims of the chaos? Lost in some magical torrent? Killed by some explosion? One thing is sure, they are not here.
These people are without leadership. Some have fallen on hard times. Some have seized this opportunity. Some have fled, leaving their livlihoods behind. Some try to rebuild. Others thrive in the chaos.
This world is in the hands of the people now.
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From here, this world is yours. My life has grown… interesting, and this game has grown too big for me to handle. I encourage you to continue the theme of this thread. I’d advise you to distribute duties associated with it rather than one of you taking it on as a whole. I also understand that this may spell the end for some, if not all of your adventures here. Your future is yet unwritten.
Thank you all for a great time. Your overwhelmingly positive response has been a delight for me. This game has been a bright light in what has otherwise been an… un-ideal two years. Thank you all again from the botom of my heart. I will still be around... Just with my new dramatically reduced availability. If you have any questions or comments for me I will get back to you.
Below is a link to a thread where I am posting all of my notes from this game as well as comments on issues you might wish to consider if you wish to run these battles yourselves.
Deceit comes back into the glory. Shes spent some times at the docks helping with any repairs or work left open from fallen workers and honest folk. When she arrives she has a few crusty salt lines obviously from sitting on the pier too long. Shes also barefooted with wet and sandy feet. She walks up to the bar and orders a meal and a light ale more for flavor. (Who is working the bar at this time?)
(I followed. Mazara's gone to see his spooky dad again.)
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(It feels like ages since my last fight.)
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Gorbal scratches the back of his head. "Is there a bounty board or something nearby?" he takes a large gulp of his herbalised beer
"Any odd goings on? Or shall we hit the mountains? There's always something going on there." he says to Morthos as he reminisces.
Gorbal - half orc wizard.
"A trip to the mountains! That's my kind of adventure. A small camp for a few days. What do you say?"
Gorbal raises his pint glass. "I'll drink to that! Who knows what we may find!" he grins.
"have you been that way before?"
Gorbal - half orc wizard.
"Hahahahaha! No... But I have an extreme set of skills when it comes to that sort off terrain. Trust me, this is going to be fun!"
Gorbal leans back in his chair. "Oh aye? And what sorta skills?" he questions before downing the last of his pint.
"There's a small trading post at base of the mountains, we could start there before heading deeper." he says with a grin.
Gorbal - half orc wizard.
"Then what are we waiting for?!"
Morthos jumps out if his seat and runs to the door. As he opens it he turns to Gorbal.
"We'll have to stop at my room I gotta get my gear."
Deceit sits around a bit and moves about the crowd. Not much going on here.
(Dying for some rp guys.)
Gorbal shoves the remainder of his food in his mouth and stands up. Turning to Morthos he grins with food still in his mouth.
"I'm right behind you my friend!" he says as he grabs his staff and his other belongings before following in Morthos' footsteps.
Gorbal - half orc wizard.
Nylah gathers up her stones and heads inside to watch the match. Taking a seat at Toren's private table in the VIP section, she orders a milk & honey and settles down to see what wonders will occur in the arena this time.
Morthos barges into his trash filled room. Grabbing his cloak, weapons and pack. He runs out to join Gorbal.
"Let's go!"
Nylah sees Gorbal and Morthos grabbing their weapons and rushing around the coliseum, she makes a guess about what they're up to and calls out to them, "Are you guys in the next fight?"
"Let's! I have everything I need right here!" he says patting his clothes. He half jogs, half walks towards the main door and opens it for Morthos. "After you!"
He looks over to nylah and shakes his head "Not at all. We are off on an adventure!" he grins an orchisly toothy grin.
Gorbal - half orc wizard.
Morthos looks at Gorbal and back Nylah and back to Gorbal and then finally back to Nylah and grins a devilish cocky grin.
"Yes! an adventure, haven't been a fight for awhile! Would you like to join us?"
"Me? Go on an adventure?" Nylah looks awestruck at the possibility being offered to her, but then looks toward the arena, "I would really like to go but I don't think I'm allowed, my papa would be really mad. Thank you for the offer though, maybe when I am older." Nylah will wave good-bye and wish them luck (if they depart).
Gorbal laughs as he heads towards the door. "What's the worst he could do?" he challenges through his chuckle.
Standing beside Morthos, he purposefully, and yet lightly, slams the base of his staff onto the ground causing the goblin skull atop it to clatter. "It'll be fun!"
Gorbal - half orc wizard.
Morthos joins in a chuckle. "If you truly want to join us... Join us, we can keep you safe plus adventurers are considered some off the most heroic and AMAZING people in the world. Ask your father if you must... OR! just come along..."
Morthos acts welcoming and spirited while talking off adventurers and lends a hand while offering Nylah a spot in the trip.
A great ball of roiling flames erupts from one of the buildings in town. The ground rattles beneath your feet with the sudden shock, and the girlish screams of children and gnomes fill the air. Patrons run to the windows to see what has occurred.
The main store house of Sel'eman has been destroyed. Is this the work of those drow? Has some prankster Wizard made a horrible mistake? This is no illusion.
People race through the streets. Fleeing the flames, searching for buckets, calling out for their children and loved ones. A moment of relative peace outside the walls of the arena has erupted into a scene of pure chaos.
Truth, Basil, and Jenkins spring into action. In the span of a moment they are out to confront this… event. Only a moment later another explosion… Time seems to crawl as the bridge into town is reduced to rubble. Then in the town square a shop bursts.
Violet light fills the air where the magic shop once stood. A cloud of chaotic arcane energy swirls, as it’s carried on an unfortunate wind toward the coliseum. Another cloud, a crimson red spreads like a malicious hand grasping at the homes of townsfolk. It stretches further and wraps around the coliseum where it mixes with the violet light.
Time seems to come to a stand still for a moment as a dark cloud fills the air...
A heartbeat passes, then a rush of wind carries the chaotic storm away in an unnatural gale. In the next moment all is still… but outside… something has changed.
-- A New Chapter in Your Story Begins Here --
The town is in shambles, not the result of the explosions, something more. In the span of a heartbeat to you, days, weeks, months even, have passed outside these walls. Shops have been looted. People cower in their homes. A once productive town has suffered long.
As the cloud dissipates people start to emerge, to investigate. Has their luck turned? Has relief come? Some walk in the streets toward the coliseum. Some carry weapons… A mob. They move with hungry faces ready to do what they feel they must.
So many questions are unanswered. What has occurred here in the time that has passed? How much time has passed? Was this an isolated incident? Or have other cities and towns suffered similar fates?
The strength and charisma and reassuring authority of those who once controlled this place are missing. Those who stormed out to offer aid on the outset of this catastrophe are nowhere to be seen. Were they victims of the chaos? Lost in some magical torrent? Killed by some explosion? One thing is sure, they are not here.
These people are without leadership. Some have fallen on hard times. Some have seized this opportunity. Some have fled, leaving their livlihoods behind. Some try to rebuild. Others thrive in the chaos.
This world is in the hands of the people now.
--------------------
From here, this world is yours. My life has grown… interesting, and this game has grown too big for me to handle. I encourage you to continue the theme of this thread. I’d advise you to distribute duties associated with it rather than one of you taking it on as a whole. I also understand that this may spell the end for some, if not all of your adventures here. Your future is yet unwritten.
Thank you all for a great time. Your overwhelmingly positive response has been a delight for me. This game has been a bright light in what has otherwise been an… un-ideal two years. Thank you all again from the botom of my heart. I will still be around... Just with my new dramatically reduced availability. If you have any questions or comments for me I will get back to you.
Below is a link to a thread where I am posting all of my notes from this game as well as comments on issues you might wish to consider if you wish to run these battles yourselves.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/41173-the-aftermath-coliseum-of-conquest
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