Creepingvale is a small town that is nestled between two mountains and that sits on the southern edge of a swamp known as the Tarbloom. Though little sunlight makes its way through the canopy of red maple trees that tower over Creepingvale, the town is a lively bastion for goblinkin friendly to all manner of creatures and folk. Creepingvale is best-known for delivering mail from towns in a nearby valley to settlements that lie on the northern side of the treacherous Tarbloom swamp. The people of Creepingvale need your help delivering special packages.
This short adventure will be from Level 1-3
5 players
New players are welcome
Application
Write what would your character do in this scenario
The shadowed inn stands at the end of a forgotten road, overgrown with weeds and scattered with debris. No smoke rises from the chimney, and no light seeps through the bottle-glass windows. The inn itself, shrouded in ivy and overgrown with grass and moss, appears deserted, but upon closer inspection, you see shapes moving inside, and hear muffled voices. As you move to open the door, a chill runs up your spine—is it a mistake to enter?
The raucous shouts and jeers you’ve come to associate with taverns are nowhere to be heard here. You step inside, worried that they may be closed, but no—the room is actually quite lively. Most of the tables are occupied, and a barkeep slinks around the tavern—their shoes making not a sound—occasionally leaning down and speaking quietly with a patron before returning to the bar to pour drinks. The hearth is shielded by a tinted screen, and the stew cooking in the cauldron releases only a faint scent of potato and carrots. Everyone seems perfectly content with the quiet, the dimness, and the lack of fragrance.
The tavern is filled with everyday people, none out of the ordinary, except for the man seated at the center of the counter. He leans back in his chair as if it is a throne, drink in hand. He talks to no one and no one dares to approach him. But his dark features bear the smirk of a king.
Robert steps in quite cautious but with a confidence written on his face..his face is calm but if you notice further you can notice his eyes darting left and right scanning the whole place.he finds a table and orders a drink..taking out a notebook starts to write one of his new songs or at least thinks he is inspired..he looks at the odd lad at the center of the counter but doest say anything..instead it seems his whole attire gave him the inspiration that was looking for 'oh it seems I found something to write for my new masterpiece..in your face Jordic..now we ll see who is the best' he thinks
(Yes I should specify his longsword is meant to be reflavored as a shovel)
What Would Bardan Do!
Squeezing under the tiny awning of this sleepy little inn, the noisy clinking of a Firbolg in his chainmail filled the inn. A warm smile on his weathered face, he gives each patron that even so much as glances at him a hearty wave. Far from youthful, the codger of a paladin made towards the bar. The bar stool creaked as his lumbering, gangly body sat at it. Ordering a drink for himself, he made sure to pass the bartender an extra few coins on the top, and gave him what could only be described as a "grandfatherly wink".
Whether he did not notice the man whose presence was being avoided before he sat next to him, or whether he simply did not mind, he decided to offer him a drink as well.
Gean lived in the wood ever seens he was 13 now living in the woods for most of his live he decides to travel with caution and help his trusted team & others.
What Gean would do!
Gean would be a static as he for the longest time has been living in the woods as he travels from town to town after his home was destroyed he'd be a little on edge but if anyone inside try to kill him he'd make them pay. So as he goes inside seeing and hearing sounds of stories & friends laughing he'd go in & just talk & have fun however still on guard as he's still cautious. As he see's the man Gean would go over & try & start up a conversation not knowing why everyone wouldn't go over and talk however the man isn't amused mocking Gean's mask suddenly his eye's glow as he asks him if they could talk in another room, they agree... ten minutes later Gean walks out with a fearful expression grab a non alcoholic beverage and leaves.
A man looks in the room a few moments later wondering what happen to the man as he looks he see the man mauled & on the brink of death the people wonder who was the figure Gean & as the man breaths before passing out he says "the masked evil"!
Stepping into the bar, Targos looks around slowly as the quiet takes him by surprise when compared the normally boisterous taverns of his own people. As he sees the man with the smirk, he lets one of his own come to his face as he makes his way over and takes a seat at the table before the man can react.
"Name's Targos, came here looking to get a drink and have a bit of fun but seems like yer the only interestin one in here... Care to tell me why ya got such a smug face? Only time I've seen that in a tavern is if someone one a game of dice or if they're about to be going upstairs with a pretty lass." He then waves to get the attention of the man behind the bad, holding up two fingers to indicate a round of drinks for him and the fellow at the table.
As I walk into the tavern, I am a little unsure if this is a place welcomed to a stranger or not. I stomp the mud from feet, gently as to not call to much attention to myself. I walk to the far end of the bar, not only to be away from the other patrons but also to keep an eye on the room, as well as the door. You signal the barkeep to make an order "I would like a glass of ale please barkeep" .
As you sit trying to dry off a bit from your travel through the mirky swamp, you can't help but keep looking at the other gentleman at bar. Wondering what his story is, is a noble or just another common folk. Battling with my self to approach or leave the man alone......
A young and rather forlorn looking Halfling youth enters the establishment, clutching a worn leather-bound book under one arm -- his fingers stained with ink. He wears simple and practical clothing, tailored to fit his short stature perfectly. With soft hues of cornflower blue, daffodil, and peach embroidered across a leather tunic. He wears a pair of round glasses, far too big for his face. While dull orange pearls dangle from his ruddy earlobes. There's the remnants of a sweet juniper-scented cologne which clings to his form as he gingerly makes his way through the establishment, and towards the bar counter to find himself an empty seat.
A soft voice rings out to the barkeep: "Pardon me, might I ask for a cup of tea?" There's a brief pause as he passes a nervous glance towards the smug man near the counter. "And a bottle of rum if you have any, but anything strong will do." Coin is swiftly slid across the counter, including tip.
The Halfling then cracks open the leather-bound book, along with a set of writing supplies, which he eagerly begins to scribble with.
Time and nature have each done their part to reclaim the trail that leads Galfraen to the ivy shod inn. It's appearance stirs latent memories that dance tantalisingly out of his grasp. Has he visited before? The door whispers as he pushes it open; the small bustle of the oddly busy tavern seeks to quench the vole-like skittering of the barkeep's mocasins and the slow bubbling of the stew on the hearth. No need of ale nor tavern food for sustainance, Galfraen turns his attention to the occupants of the inn, his gaze skipping over the patrons on their way to being in their cups before coming to rest upon the strong featured man at the counter. Appoaching the man with a measured stride he pauses until the man's attention is drawn to the newcomer.
"You may not know me, but you knew my father", he rasps.
Creepingvale is a small town that is nestled between two mountains and that sits on the southern edge of a swamp known as the Tarbloom. Though little sunlight makes its way through the canopy of red maple trees that tower over Creepingvale, the town is a lively bastion for goblinkin friendly to all manner of creatures and folk. Creepingvale is best-known for delivering mail from towns in a nearby valley to settlements that lie on the northern side of the treacherous Tarbloom swamp. The people of Creepingvale need your help delivering special packages.
This short adventure will be from Level 1-3
5 players
New players are welcome
Application
Write what would your character do in this scenario
The shadowed inn stands at the end of a forgotten road, overgrown with weeds and scattered with debris. No smoke rises from the chimney, and no light seeps through the bottle-glass windows. The inn itself, shrouded in ivy and overgrown with grass and moss, appears deserted, but upon closer inspection, you see shapes moving inside, and hear muffled voices. As you move to open the door, a chill runs up your spine—is it a mistake to enter?
The raucous shouts and jeers you’ve come to associate with taverns are nowhere to be heard here. You step inside, worried that they may be closed, but no—the room is actually quite lively. Most of the tables are occupied, and a barkeep slinks around the tavern—their shoes making not a sound—occasionally leaning down and speaking quietly with a patron before returning to the bar to pour drinks. The hearth is shielded by a tinted screen, and the stew cooking in the cauldron releases only a faint scent of potato and carrots. Everyone seems perfectly content with the quiet, the dimness, and the lack of fragrance.
The tavern is filled with everyday people, none out of the ordinary, except for the man seated at the center of the counter. He leans back in his chair as if it is a throne, drink in hand. He talks to no one and no one dares to approach him. But his dark features bear the smirk of a king.
Here is my character https://ddb.ac/characters/72848193/CtqcnP
Robert steps in quite cautious but with a confidence written on his face..his face is calm but if you notice further you can notice his eyes darting left and right scanning the whole place.he finds a table and orders a drink..taking out a notebook starts to write one of his new songs or at least thinks he is inspired..he looks at the odd lad at the center of the counter but doest say anything..instead it seems his whole attire gave him the inspiration that was looking for 'oh it seems I found something to write for my new masterpiece..in your face Jordic..now we ll see who is the best' he thinks
Yo. Second time's the charm, here's a PBP Introduction.
My character! Bardan the Boastful!
https://ddb.ac/characters/53165765/AeuxL9
(Yes I should specify his longsword is meant to be reflavored as a shovel)
What Would Bardan Do!
Squeezing under the tiny awning of this sleepy little inn, the noisy clinking of a Firbolg in his chainmail filled the inn. A warm smile on his weathered face, he gives each patron that even so much as glances at him a hearty wave. Far from youthful, the codger of a paladin made towards the bar. The bar stool creaked as his lumbering, gangly body sat at it. Ordering a drink for himself, he made sure to pass the bartender an extra few coins on the top, and gave him what could only be described as a "grandfatherly wink".
Whether he did not notice the man whose presence was being avoided before he sat next to him, or whether he simply did not mind, he decided to offer him a drink as well.
Hello I was wondering if I could join.
Here's my character Gean the mask hunter: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/73652484
Gean lived in the wood ever seens he was 13 now living in the woods for most of his live he decides to travel with caution and help his trusted team & others.
What Gean would do!
Gean would be a static as he for the longest time has been living in the woods as he travels from town to town after his home was destroyed he'd be a little on edge but if anyone inside try to kill him he'd make them pay. So as he goes inside seeing and hearing sounds of stories & friends laughing he'd go in & just talk & have fun however still on guard as he's still cautious. As he see's the man Gean would go over & try & start up a conversation not knowing why everyone wouldn't go over and talk however the man isn't amused mocking Gean's mask suddenly his eye's glow as he asks him if they could talk in another room, they agree... ten minutes later Gean walks out with a fearful expression grab a non alcoholic beverage and leaves.
A man looks in the room a few moments later wondering what happen to the man as he looks he see the man mauled & on the brink of death the people wonder who was the figure Gean & as the man breaths before passing out he says "the masked evil"!
Newbies are welcomed.
So when are we going to play?
I will wait for more potential players before beginning. I am unable to see your character sheet. No evil characters please.
Ok I can't spoil the character flail but I can tell you he's not evil.
Also try the link now.
Yes the link works, but we are starting at level 1 so no mutliclassing yet.
Stepping into the bar, Targos looks around slowly as the quiet takes him by surprise when compared the normally boisterous taverns of his own people. As he sees the man with the smirk, he lets one of his own come to his face as he makes his way over and takes a seat at the table before the man can react.
"Name's Targos, came here looking to get a drink and have a bit of fun but seems like yer the only interestin one in here... Care to tell me why ya got such a smug face? Only time I've seen that in a tavern is if someone one a game of dice or if they're about to be going upstairs with a pretty lass." He then waves to get the attention of the man behind the bad, holding up two fingers to indicate a round of drinks for him and the fellow at the table.
https://ddb.ac/characters/73905053/XbCoTw
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Ok he's just a druid now.
Quick question before I settle on a class. Is the Artificer class allowed? Also I'm on CEST, hopefully that won't be an issue?
Yes all official races and classes are allowed. Timezone is not a problem as Play by Post is quite flexible.
As I walk into the tavern, I am a little unsure if this is a place welcomed to a stranger or not. I stomp the mud from feet, gently as to not call to much attention to myself. I walk to the far end of the bar, not only to be away from the other patrons but also to keep an eye on the room, as well as the door. You signal the barkeep to make an order "I would like a glass of ale please barkeep" .
As you sit trying to dry off a bit from your travel through the mirky swamp, you can't help but keep looking at the other gentleman at bar. Wondering what his story is, is a noble or just another common folk. Battling with my self to approach or leave the man alone......
Are homebrew races allowed 🤔
Here's my character (let me know if the link doesn't work): https://ddb.ac/characters/73829594/jpaJGM
No homebrew races. Only official races.
Also here is my character, I believe this is the link for the character if I did it right
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/72563561
Yes I see your character. 1 last thing is to go to inventory and click the boxes for your weapons and armor. That is how you equip them.