You took a stop at a small hamlet after failing to finish a quest and started drinking your sadness away in a small inn. You headed towards your room after feeling tipsy to rest and prepare moving to the next city. Not even half an hour passed, you and the other adventurers hear a loud scream outside and saw the hamlet overrun by the undead.
You go downstairs and see the owner of the inn locking the doors. Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, you need to stay drunk or suffer a hangover in the middle of the undead horde.
A short homebrew campaign in which you need to scavenge ale, escape the group of undead, and move to the nearest city in the middle of the night.
Create a level 1 character, Point Buy stats, Fixed HP, no evil alignment, and use encumberance. Official content only. Create a backstory connected to the campaign. Campaign will be divided in hours so don't expect to take a long rest and live.
Must be able to post once or twice daily. Inactivity for 2 days will be considered eaten by the horde, recruitment will be posted with further instructions.
Atleast 5 players will be selected and messaged when the campaign will start. High chance of party not balanced so be creative on situations. Refer to DM notes for rules and clarifications.
You see a lit candle in the middle of a long table with unfinished plates, chairs scattered to the floor due to the fleeing customers from the commotion happening outside the inn.
The owner, seems to be in the middle of putting a heavy beam of oak to the door, stops and looks at your group.
"I thought you drunkards dropped dead from the gallons of ale you drank. It seems the screaming people outside woke you up.
Judging from the amount you consumed, you all must drink more unless you want to feel the effects of a hangover.
From the looks of you people except for Firen here who is a member of the local watch, I assume you already forgot my name from drowning your sorrows with alcohol. I am Jack Greenbeans, the owner of this beloved establishment called Drunkard's Respite.
You people arrived at different times so I assume you don't know each other. This is a good time to introduce yourselves."
(Just a simple introduction, no need to divulge everything about yourself.)
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A dark skinned man laughs quietly to himself, "This madness...am I truly cursed?" He looks around and you notice the shine of intoxication in his eyes, smiling he says "My name's Jamari, don't know about the rest of you, but if we're all going to die today, I could use another ale."
"As Jack mentioned, I'm Firen, new to the watch." A tall (6'-4") muscle bound warrior drags himself into the room, fumbling with the clasp on his leather armor. A bow is strapped to his back along with a quiver and a dozen arrows. On his arm is a small buckler and a long sword is sheathed at his waist. Add to that two hand axes, one handle protruding from a pack and the other hanging from his belt opposite the sword. "Officially, I'm not on duty. By the gods Jack, you heard Jamari, a round of Ale! Then we will see what needs to be sorted. It certainly sounds more than a domestic dispute, but by Lathander's hairy backside if it's Ms Scrigglebottoms and her Husband are at it again I'll have them both charged with upsetting the peace."
"The name's Venvyre and I usually drink wine but decided today to give ale a try. Now I see what all the dwarves are always talking about." Venvyre looks like an elf who has recently seen death, the shadow of some great loss hangs over him like a storm cloud might hang over the land. His only weapon appears to be a dagger at his belt.
As quiet settles upon the tavern again. Auria watches as most of the other patrons escape before the owner bar’s the door to hold out whatever has seemingly attacked the town. Her full black cloak sways lightly as she stand up walking purposefully but elegantly toward the door, watching and listening as the owner explains what little he knows about the situation. Her head a bit light as she stood so abruptly catching her balance on the back of a chair. Her chain mail clinks as each step echoes through the deserted room.
Once all the other introduced themselves. The Aasimar stands at 6'4" tall heads above many. Auria gently pulls back her dark hood that had been covering her appearance allowing her to be seen for the first time. Her hair the color of soft wheat falls out behind her as it was in her hood. It has a soft white aura that seems to be coming off of it. Her face Caucasian in color exudes the same soft glow like that of the hair, but the most astonishing aspect of her appearance is her light sky blue eyes seem to truly share her heritage of Mt. Celestia glowing and dancing light that radiates outward toward the world.
In a soft but clear voice Auria declares, “Hello friends my name is Auria daughter of the house of the Sun. I know not the problem here, but to stay behind this barricade good tavern owner is not the way of the just. We must go and defend the innocents from whatever harm has befallen this place.” Her tone was not rude, but stern and to the point. She was a woman of action, and in times of danger her first response was always to act.
As she stood there like a Goliath stern and proud her full armor could be seen and her shield had the emblem of the sun upon it. Her mace hung lightly at her side and her crossbow dangled off her shoulder ready for use.
Jack Greenbeans begins picks up a chair and sits on it. Looks at both Jamira and Firen,
"Just look around, my business is already in shambles!" as he slams the table and starts to weep a little. A moment of awkward silence has passed.
"I'm sorry for the sudden outburst of emotions. You can take the ale on those mugs that the customers have left. They are already paid" as he reaches a mug and says "Bottom's up".
You both see 2 mugs with stale ale placed beside a now empty barrel of ale located on the right side behind the table.
"Sorry for interrupting your introduction, you may continue" as he glances at the tiefling.
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Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Andcis begrudgingly lifts up her head and lets out a long belch" Aye more ale sounds great." Her red eyes glint a bit noticing she's surrounded by fellow lovers of the ale. She points her purple tail at Rethan, "Don't worry there silly song elf, we will protect you." She uses a bit of thaumaturgy to flicker the torches as she speaks having a bit of groggy fun.
"By Torm's Wandering Stink-Eye! Jack, are you telling me this is all the ale that is left!" Firen grabs one of the stale mugs and pounds it down. "Auria is right, we must go defend the ale"...'burp'..."I mean the find the alennocents".'...belch'.."I mean protect the innocents. It's my sacred duty." Firen walks towards one of the windows....
Firen wanders to open a shutter to see what he can see outside.
The bravado of her entrance wearing off a bit as the others oddly did not seem to particularly care that she was an Aasimar made her falter ever so slightly. Most were either in awe, a bit scared, or wanted her dead. If she was a bit more sober Auria would have likely over analyzed this whole encounter and likely gotten a bit miffed at the attitude of her fellow ale drinkers. Fortunate for herself and for everyone involved however she found herself a bit tipsy and the fact that she was not thinking like her “normal” self, lent it to be pushed metaphorically under the rug.
Seeing one of the glasses of ale Auria picked it up and sloshed it down quickly spilling a bit over her Chain mail. The liquid foamed and gleamed as it lazily made its way toward the tavern floor. Auria did not seem to notice the mistake of her station more than anything that she had just made due to excitement to get out the door. “Indeed little elf (smiling, looking down, and holding Rethan’s shoulder) do not fear! I will most definitely keep you safe as we venture beyond this place.”
OOC: I am currious is there a posting order, or how is posting meant to run to make sure everyone talks and acts?
Jack brings the lit candle closer and talks to Firen.
"As you can see, the undead is walking outside. People are panicking earlier but now it seems quiet. Some of them might be dead which means more undead.
Now, I have a plan on escaping but before that I need to get my young daughter. She was sleeping in the house when I left. She is a smart one so she would have gone hiding in her room."
The owner opens a hidden compartment below the table.
"I have saved this barrel of fine ale for the coming-of-age of my daughter. Seeing that you guys need to stay intoxicated to do my request, I'm willing to give some of this if it means saving her. If you have containers, hand them to me so I can fill 'em up while I'm explaining."
(Post any container you want to use on your belonging.)
"My house is at least 1 hour of walking distance south of here. Firen can easily guide you to the alleys which you needed to take to get there. I'll be fixing the Wagon, it may take an hour or so but not impossible to do. You must return here after getting her immediately."
(Talk to your group and pick a marching order, alleys are 10 feet wide which means you can have at least 2 characters side by side. You can also specify what things you'll be doing before or while marching.)
(There are no post order so that you can freely talk to each other and do ability checks, but when someone miserably fails it will affect the group.)
Andcis pulls out an iron pot, "never thought I'd need this in a tavern...." She holds it out for Jack to fill, "To your daughter sir, may her life be wonderful and bright"
I'll take second row in this march I'm not much use for keeping watch but I can protect one of you front runners from evil for a bit. Looks meaningfully at Firen, "I'm sure you don't mind taking the lead there fella."
Auria looking down at the bar owner turned her head to the side to consider his offer. Helping an innocent child that would most definitely be an act of justice, and would endear the owner to her as well for helping him save his daughter. This was most definitely a better plan than just randomly going out into the city killing as many undead as possible likely before she dies. Having a plan of sorts and a purpose could likely save her, the party, and the little girl.
Auria took her water skin from her belt and popped the cork. Turning it upside down a flow of clear liquid splashed all over the floor spraying the boots of herself and anyone in the vicinity. “Here you are fill this up I will not let you down sir.” As tipsy as she actually was it was impressive how much control she had of her voice and her actions…though she did find movement a bit of a challenge at the present moment.
OOC: I would prefer to be toward the back of the party…I can cover the rear, use my crossbow, and use my Perception to keep us safe, also I will keep Sacred Flame as a readied action: Trigger: Undead makes a melee attack against me.
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Backstory:
You took a stop at a small hamlet after failing to finish a quest and started drinking your sadness away in a small inn. You headed towards your room after feeling tipsy to rest and prepare moving to the next city. Not even half an hour passed, you and the other adventurers hear a loud scream outside and saw the hamlet overrun by the undead.
You go downstairs and see the owner of the inn locking the doors. Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, you need to stay drunk or suffer a hangover in the middle of the undead horde.
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A short homebrew campaign in which you need to scavenge ale, escape the group of undead, and move to the nearest city in the middle of the night.
Create a level 1 character, Point Buy stats, Fixed HP, no evil alignment, and use encumberance. Official content only. Create a backstory connected to the campaign. Campaign will be divided in hours so don't expect to take a long rest and live.
Must be able to post once or twice daily. Inactivity for 2 days will be considered eaten by the horde, recruitment will be posted with further instructions.
Atleast 5 players will be selected and messaged when the campaign will start. High chance of party not balanced so be creative on situations. Refer to DM notes for rules and clarifications.
https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/1053293943396861
Current approved players:
1.DaNoLyfeKing
2.NIckNitro
3.Hemonectar
4.VanderLegion
5.Brian_Avery
6.Burgen_Badluk
Posting here so that I get a notification when it starts.Excited to give this a shot looks like fun
You see a lit candle in the middle of a long table with unfinished plates, chairs scattered to the floor due to the fleeing customers from the commotion happening outside the inn.
The owner, seems to be in the middle of putting a heavy beam of oak to the door, stops and looks at your group.
"I thought you drunkards dropped dead from the gallons of ale you drank. It seems the screaming people outside woke you up.
Judging from the amount you consumed, you all must drink more unless you want to feel the effects of a hangover.
From the looks of you people except for Firen here who is a member of the local watch, I assume you already forgot my name from drowning your sorrows with alcohol. I am Jack Greenbeans, the owner of this beloved establishment called Drunkard's Respite.
You people arrived at different times so I assume you don't know each other. This is a good time to introduce yourselves."
(Just a simple introduction, no need to divulge everything about yourself.)
A dark skinned man laughs quietly to himself, "This madness...am I truly cursed?" He looks around and you notice the shine of intoxication in his eyes, smiling he says "My name's Jamari, don't know about the rest of you, but if we're all going to die today, I could use another ale."
A tall, black haired half elf looks around. Names Rethan. I’m just supposed to be the entertainment...
"As Jack mentioned, I'm Firen, new to the watch." A tall (6'-4") muscle bound warrior drags himself into the room, fumbling with the clasp on his leather armor. A bow is strapped to his back along with a quiver and a dozen arrows. On his arm is a small buckler and a long sword is sheathed at his waist. Add to that two hand axes, one handle protruding from a pack and the other hanging from his belt opposite the sword. "Officially, I'm not on duty. By the gods Jack, you heard Jamari, a round of Ale! Then we will see what needs to be sorted. It certainly sounds more than a domestic dispute, but by Lathander's hairy backside if it's Ms Scrigglebottoms and her Husband are at it again I'll have them both charged with upsetting the peace."
"The name's Venvyre and I usually drink wine but decided today to give ale a try. Now I see what all the dwarves are always talking about." Venvyre looks like an elf who has recently seen death, the shadow of some great loss hangs over him like a storm cloud might hang over the land. His only weapon appears to be a dagger at his belt.
As quiet settles upon the tavern again. Auria watches as most of the other patrons escape before the owner bar’s the door to hold out whatever has seemingly attacked the town. Her full black cloak sways lightly as she stand up walking purposefully but elegantly toward the door, watching and listening as the owner explains what little he knows about the situation. Her head a bit light as she stood so abruptly catching her balance on the back of a chair. Her chain mail clinks as each step echoes through the deserted room.
Once all the other introduced themselves. The Aasimar stands at 6'4" tall heads above many. Auria gently pulls back her dark hood that had been covering her appearance allowing her to be seen for the first time. Her hair the color of soft wheat falls out behind her as it was in her hood. It has a soft white aura that seems to be coming off of it. Her face Caucasian in color exudes the same soft glow like that of the hair, but the most astonishing aspect of her appearance is her light sky blue eyes seem to truly share her heritage of Mt. Celestia glowing and dancing light that radiates outward toward the world.
In a soft but clear voice Auria declares, “Hello friends my name is Auria daughter of the house of the Sun. I know not the problem here, but to stay behind this barricade good tavern owner is not the way of the just. We must go and defend the innocents from whatever harm has befallen this place.” Her tone was not rude, but stern and to the point. She was a woman of action, and in times of danger her first response was always to act.
As she stood there like a Goliath stern and proud her full armor could be seen and her shield had the emblem of the sun upon it. Her mace hung lightly at her side and her crossbow dangled off her shoulder ready for use.
Uhh, defend the innocents? Did you not here me just say I’m only the entertainment? I’m not big on fighting stuff. Much safer to just stay here.
Jack Greenbeans begins picks up a chair and sits on it. Looks at both Jamira and Firen,
"Just look around, my business is already in shambles!" as he slams the table and starts to weep a little. A moment of awkward silence has passed.
"I'm sorry for the sudden outburst of emotions. You can take the ale on those mugs that the customers have left. They are already paid" as he reaches a mug and says "Bottom's up".
You both see 2 mugs with stale ale placed beside a now empty barrel of ale located on the right side behind the table.
"Sorry for interrupting your introduction, you may continue" as he glances at the tiefling.
Andcis begrudgingly lifts up her head and lets out a long belch" Aye more ale sounds great." Her red eyes glint a bit noticing she's surrounded by fellow lovers of the ale. She points her purple tail at Rethan, "Don't worry there silly song elf, we will protect you." She uses a bit of thaumaturgy to flicker the torches as she speaks having a bit of groggy fun.
Ooc:my bad busy day
"Don't worry jack we will get your business set straight in no time" giggling a bit and making the torches glow purple.
"Any idea what is happening out there?"
I could use another ale as well, Rethan says as he left looks around nervously
"By Torm's Wandering Stink-Eye! Jack, are you telling me this is all the ale that is left!" Firen grabs one of the stale mugs and pounds it down. "Auria is right, we must go defend the ale" ...'burp'..."I mean the find the alennocents".'...belch'.."I mean protect the innocents. It's my sacred duty." Firen walks towards one of the windows....
Firen wanders to open a shutter to see what he can see outside.
Roll for perception: 6
The bravado of her entrance wearing off a bit as the others oddly did not seem to particularly care that she was an Aasimar made her falter ever so slightly. Most were either in awe, a bit scared, or wanted her dead. If she was a bit more sober Auria would have likely over analyzed this whole encounter and likely gotten a bit miffed at the attitude of her fellow ale drinkers. Fortunate for herself and for everyone involved however she found herself a bit tipsy and the fact that she was not thinking like her “normal” self, lent it to be pushed metaphorically under the rug.
Seeing one of the glasses of ale Auria picked it up and sloshed it down quickly spilling a bit over her Chain mail. The liquid foamed and gleamed as it lazily made its way toward the tavern floor. Auria did not seem to notice the mistake of her station more than anything that she had just made due to excitement to get out the door. “Indeed little elf (smiling, looking down, and holding Rethan’s shoulder) do not fear! I will most definitely keep you safe as we venture beyond this place.”
OOC: I am currious is there a posting order, or how is posting meant to run to make sure everyone talks and acts?
Jack brings the lit candle closer and talks to Firen.
"As you can see, the undead is walking outside. People are panicking earlier but now it seems quiet. Some of them might be dead which means more undead.
Now, I have a plan on escaping but before that I need to get my young daughter. She was sleeping in the house when I left. She is a smart one so she would have gone hiding in her room."
The owner opens a hidden compartment below the table.
"I have saved this barrel of fine ale for the coming-of-age of my daughter. Seeing that you guys need to stay intoxicated to do my request, I'm willing to give some of this if it means saving her. If you have containers, hand them to me so I can fill 'em up while I'm explaining."
(Post any container you want to use on your belonging.)
"My house is at least 1 hour of walking distance south of here. Firen can easily guide you to the alleys which you needed to take to get there. I'll be fixing the Wagon, it may take an hour or so but not impossible to do. You must return here after getting her immediately."
(Talk to your group and pick a marching order, alleys are 10 feet wide which means you can have at least 2 characters side by side. You can also specify what things you'll be doing before or while marching.)
(There are no post order so that you can freely talk to each other and do ability checks, but when someone miserably fails it will affect the group.)
Andcis pulls out an iron pot, "never thought I'd need this in a tavern...." She holds it out for Jack to fill, "To your daughter sir, may her life be wonderful and bright"
I'll take second row in this march I'm not much use for keeping watch but I can protect one of you front runners from evil for a bit. Looks meaningfully at Firen, "I'm sure you don't mind taking the lead there fella."
Ooc Andcis will be keeping watch as we go keeping eldritch blast at the ready
Auria looking down at the bar owner turned her head to the side to consider his offer. Helping an innocent child that would most definitely be an act of justice, and would endear the owner to her as well for helping him save his daughter. This was most definitely a better plan than just randomly going out into the city killing as many undead as possible likely before she dies. Having a plan of sorts and a purpose could likely save her, the party, and the little girl.
Auria took her water skin from her belt and popped the cork. Turning it upside down a flow of clear liquid splashed all over the floor spraying the boots of herself and anyone in the vicinity. “Here you are fill this up I will not let you down sir.” As tipsy as she actually was it was impressive how much control she had of her voice and her actions…though she did find movement a bit of a challenge at the present moment.
OOC: I would prefer to be toward the back of the party…I can cover the rear, use my crossbow, and use my Perception to keep us safe, also I will keep Sacred Flame as a readied action: Trigger: Undead makes a melee attack against me.