We're going to go ahead and get started, first post of the story will be up tomorrow. I just wanted to give you guys a few quick pointers, since I know a couple of you are not very experienced. Please go ahead and make sure to familiarize yourselves with the Dice Roller. Basic rolls, like Perception checks and such, will be done with the Basic Tab. Combat Rolls will be with the marked tab. Go ahead and use the Dice Roll thread to test out what you'll normally roll for an attack.
When you're looking at something, make sure you understand the difference between Perception and Investigation. Perception is "I roll and see", while Investigation is "I roll and deduce".
We have a Barbarian, a Rogue, a Sorcerer and a Paladin. We'll possibly have a 2nd Barbarian, we'll see if they get back to me soon.
Have fun. Any questions, now would be a good time to ask. First post will be up late Tuesday Night.
(The Young Buck Tavern in the town of Calla is a place like many others. On this early evening, the Tavern is only about half full of your usual tradesmen, farmers and assorted other townspeople. Everyone is drinking and eating and generally having a good time. A young Half-Elf serving boy, Jack, floats around bringing everyone their food and ale.
The door opens and a young man enters. He appears to be a Paladin of some sort, a Longsword sheathed across his back, along with a shield. The young man looks around, finds the table they are looking for and walks over to the table where a motley crew of adventurers sit, staring at him intently as he silently pulls up a chair and takes a seat. The table has a sign on it that reads ‘1st time adventurers meet here’.)
"Ah, splendid! It looks like you all made it!"
(The tavern owner, a rotund and jolly-looking fellow of about 40, appears at the side of the table, smiling and holding what appears to be an envelope.)
"My name is Willfred, I am the owner of this fine establishment. Glad you all could make it. Your mutual friend has asked me to read this to you when you all arrived."
(He now opens it and takes out the enclosed letter. Unfolding it, he begins to read.)
Greetings, adventurers!
It is I, Craig, your friendly neighborhood shop keeper! You are all here because you all expressed interest in teaming up with other like-minded folks and going on adventures. I had all of your names on my LIST and I think all of you would be a good fit together. I hope I am correct. Take some time to get to know each other; I’m sure you’ll all become fast friends. Go forth and make your mark on the world!
Best of Luck!
Craig
(The 4 assembled adventurers look around the table at each other. Willfred takes a little bow as he backs away.)
"Oh, this IS a good-looking group. You'll do well, very well indeed. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance to you."
(The crew looks each other over and sits for a few moments, until one of them rises up and begins to speak...)
DM's Notes: Ok, folks, go ahead and introduce your character to each other and give a brief description about your appearance, etc. No need to give your whole backstory, just introduce your character as they would introduce themselves. Looking forward to this! :)
A young man glances around, his eyes lingering on the two tieflings across from him with an intense expression. He has the look of a relatively small half-orc, dark coloration, pointed ears, and small fangs jutting from his lower lip. His hair is a braided black mass, kept in a loose ponytail, that somehow looks red when the light hits it just so. His eyes are his most distinguishing feature as they seem to burn a smoldering red, hinting at a even more exotic mix of blood. He raises halfway from his seat before his progress is blocked when his chair is trapped against the seat behind. There is an awkward moment as he adjusts his stance several times in an attempt to fully stand before he gives up and sits back down, "I am Cinder, though you can call me Cin if you wish. I'm here to learn and hope to gain much from the experience. I have a question," he says before staring pointedly at the two tieflings across from him, "are your horns calcium-based like bones or some kind of physical manifestation of infernal essence; maybe a combination of both?"
His awkwardness seems to have fallen away under his intense curiosity as he pulls on a pair spectacles for a closer look at the tieflings, "You see my father, he's a fire gensai, has horns as well, they don't burn, but they're hot to the touch. They also feel like bone, but they can't be bone as they seem to have no pores when studied closely. Also how would marrow work under such heat?" Realizing he's gotten off topic he looks back at the tieflings "So what are yours made of?"
The deep blue, leathery skinned tiefling sighs deeply, a bit extravagantly, at the curious genasi. He rubs a hand along his horned, but otherwise bald, head, looks over to the genasi with his gray eyes and says "look, do you think me, or any other tiefling, are too concerned with whether their horns are made of bone, or whatever else they could be made of?" He looks back across the table, one leg crossing the other and puts a hand into his coat pocket, then takes out a deck of cards and starts to shuffle them. "No, genasi, tieflings are a little too concerned with being poked and prodded by curious onlookers like yourself, or being driven out of towns for their supposed demonic heritage, to be think about what their horns are made of..." a smirk grows on his lips... "You can call me Manikin, by the way."
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PCs - Richter Welz, Human Swashbuckler/Fighter; Manikin, Variant Tiefling Sorcerer
"My name is Zlee. I've been training for awhile and I think it is time to go for an adventure. I like to help and protect people. I'm looking to working with you all."
Cinder turns his spectacled gaze on the human who had just spoken, "I am looking forward to it was well. I've studied plenty of bestiaries and adventure guides, but I've never fought a wild monster before....well, unless you include my mother, she's a half-orc, she can be very brutal during our sparring sessions." He glances to the side, lost in some memory or trauma.
"Well, does anyone know the location of our first quest?"
DM's note: Waiting on McFree, hopefully he comes thru, but if he doesn't, I guess we'll run it with 3. Anyone know someone who'd be interested in being an alternate in case our 4th doesn't show up?
A figure leans forward out of a shadow at the corner of the table. Flicking the hood of his cloak back, revealing a mundane face the only standing out feature being delicate pointed ears, he nods his head toward the paladin and introduces himself; "Hello, I'm Thistle. I'm your Ranger, I prefer the forest but decided to come out to see your little adventure it looks like it could amuse me for a while. That said I am also curious what exactly I have signed up for." With that he leans back and crosses his arms. he looks young but an odd almost predatory stillness about him betrays a primal ancientness.
(Willfred comes back to the table with Jack in tow, who is carrying a round of Ale for you all. Jack serves you all your tankards as Willfred looks on, a smile on his face.)
"Master Craig has done it again."
(He sees you all looking at him, and senses he may have spoken out of turn.)
"I mean, of course, that lots of adventuring parties have found each other thru Craig's list. He's very good at making matches. Forgive me for being so bold, but I think he's done well bringing you 4 together. Very balanced, very balanced indeed. I mean, you have this gentleman here (he points at Manikin) who is obviously a powerful Tiefling Sorcerer... this hulking fellow here (he points at Cinder) who looks like he could crash thru a brick wall. This Holy Warrior (he points at Zlee) who can shield you all from harm, and our fine Elven friend here (he points at Thistle) who looks like he would feel at home in all kinds of wild terrains."
(Willfred clears his throat.)
"Well, enough about that. Please enjoy your ale, and let me know if I can help in any way."
(Willfred and Jack back off and let you all get to know each other. The ale loosens you up somewhat, and you slowly start to get used to each other. Mostly. About 45 minutes or so pass along this way, when...
Suddenly, a large, red-headed man in a black leather apron bursts thru the door, his muscular arms bleeding from some pretty gnarly gashes. A look of panic and terror is on his face, which is dirty and starting to swell up and bruise. He looks like someone beat the hell out of him.
“Bess!” he yells. “They got my Bess!”
He drops down to his knees and starts sobbing as the crowd starts to gather round.
Seeing the large man acting in a manner that betrays his imposing figure, Manikin looks over at him curiously. He slips his deck of cards into the pocket of his inner robes and stands, making his way over to the large man. He leans down and places a hand on the man's shoulder. "My friend, I need you to get ahold of yourself." Looking over the man's grievous wounds Manikin yells, "is there anyone here who can administer aid to this man?!?"
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PCs - Richter Welz, Human Swashbuckler/Fighter; Manikin, Variant Tiefling Sorcerer
Cinder had not had ale before and was rather enjoying the pleasant feeling it gave him. It was soon ruined by the big bleeding man crying by the entrance. Unsure what to do, as unchoreographed violence was yet beyond his experience, he followed the crowd that surrounded the man. Somehow finding himself in the front next to Manikin, he glances around when the tiefling asks for aid. His ale addled mind remembered the mug in his hand and he offered it to the man, "This should make you feel better," he says with a drunken smile.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
10
(medicine check)
Thistle strains hid mind for a second as if he is trying to remember something. Suddenly it seems to occur to him what he has forgotten and he continues helping the wounded man and says;
(Manikin reaches the man first, calling for medical aid from anyone. Zlee rushes over, concerned, while a slightly tipsy Cinder tries to be of help by offering him some ale, but he is in no condition to enjoy the drink. Thistle, who, as a Ranger, would have some experience trying to bandage up wounds, manages to clean up a few of the man's larger wounds and apply a bandage to his head. A crowd has gathered around, looking on with concern.
"Rickard! What's happened?"
(Willfred rushes to the side of the fallen man, who is still very distraught. His injuries, though numerous, do not seem to be the main source of his despair. He tries to compose himself, trying to answer in between sobs.)
"Gob... goblins. They broke into my workshop. I-I-I tried to stop them... I think I even killed one of them. But there were too many. They stabbed at me and beat me with clubs and... when I woke up my daughter was... gone!"
(Rickard quietly sobs as the crowd murmurs their disbelief. WIllfred starts explaining things to the party, who is gathered around.)
"Rickard is the Blacksmith here. And Bess, sweet little Bess is his 8 year-old daughter. She means the world to him. All he has ever since his wife passed a few years ago."
(A look of sudden realization appears on Willfred's face, a smile on his lips.)
"Rickard, my friend, don't despair! Look here! These here fine folks (he points towards the party) are skilled adventurers!"
“You-you’re adventurers? Please, you’ve got to help me! If I lost my Bess, I… I… I can pay you! I don’t have much, but I would give all the gold I have in the world if you can get my daughter back to me safely. Will you help me? Please, I beg you!”
(Rickard throws himself, both figuratively and literally, at the feet of the party, begging for help. The party begins to talk amongst themselves.)
Hey Guys,
We're going to go ahead and get started, first post of the story will be up tomorrow. I just wanted to give you guys a few quick pointers, since I know a couple of you are not very experienced. Please go ahead and make sure to familiarize yourselves with the Dice Roller. Basic rolls, like Perception checks and such, will be done with the Basic Tab. Combat Rolls will be with the marked tab. Go ahead and use the Dice Roll thread to test out what you'll normally roll for an attack.
When you're looking at something, make sure you understand the difference between Perception and Investigation. Perception is "I roll and see", while Investigation is "I roll and deduce".
We have a Barbarian, a Rogue, a Sorcerer and a Paladin. We'll possibly have a 2nd Barbarian, we'll see if they get back to me soon.
Have fun. Any questions, now would be a good time to ask. First post will be up late Tuesday Night.
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
Posting to subscribe. No questions, really. Ready when you are
PCs - Richter Welz, Human Swashbuckler/Fighter; Manikin, Variant Tiefling Sorcerer
(The Young Buck Tavern in the town of Calla is a place like many others. On this early evening, the Tavern is only about half full of your usual tradesmen, farmers and assorted other townspeople. Everyone is drinking and eating and generally having a good time. A young Half-Elf serving boy, Jack, floats around bringing everyone their food and ale.
The door opens and a young man enters. He appears to be a Paladin of some sort, a Longsword sheathed across his back, along with a shield. The young man looks around, finds the table they are looking for and walks over to the table where a motley crew of adventurers sit, staring at him intently as he silently pulls up a chair and takes a seat. The table has a sign on it that reads ‘1st time adventurers meet here’.)
"Ah, splendid! It looks like you all made it!"
(The tavern owner, a rotund and jolly-looking fellow of about 40, appears at the side of the table, smiling and holding what appears to be an envelope.)
"My name is Willfred, I am the owner of this fine establishment. Glad you all could make it. Your mutual friend has asked me to read this to you when you all arrived."
(He now opens it and takes out the enclosed letter. Unfolding it, he begins to read.)
Greetings, adventurers!
It is I, Craig, your friendly neighborhood shop keeper! You are all here because you all expressed interest in teaming up with other like-minded folks and going on adventures. I had all of your names on my LIST and I think all of you would be a good fit together. I hope I am correct. Take some time to get to know each other; I’m sure you’ll all become fast friends. Go forth and make your mark on the world!
Best of Luck!
Craig
(The 4 assembled adventurers look around the table at each other. Willfred takes a little bow as he backs away.)
"Oh, this IS a good-looking group. You'll do well, very well indeed. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance to you."
(The crew looks each other over and sits for a few moments, until one of them rises up and begins to speak...)
DM's Notes: Ok, folks, go ahead and introduce your character to each other and give a brief description about your appearance, etc. No need to give your whole backstory, just introduce your character as they would introduce themselves. Looking forward to this! :)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
A young man glances around, his eyes lingering on the two tieflings across from him with an intense expression. He has the look of a relatively small half-orc, dark coloration, pointed ears, and small fangs jutting from his lower lip. His hair is a braided black mass, kept in a loose ponytail, that somehow looks red when the light hits it just so. His eyes are his most distinguishing feature as they seem to burn a smoldering red, hinting at a even more exotic mix of blood. He raises halfway from his seat before his progress is blocked when his chair is trapped against the seat behind. There is an awkward moment as he adjusts his stance several times in an attempt to fully stand before he gives up and sits back down, "I am Cinder, though you can call me Cin if you wish. I'm here to learn and hope to gain much from the experience. I have a question," he says before staring pointedly at the two tieflings across from him, "are your horns calcium-based like bones or some kind of physical manifestation of infernal essence; maybe a combination of both?"
His awkwardness seems to have fallen away under his intense curiosity as he pulls on a pair spectacles for a closer look at the tieflings, "You see my father, he's a fire gensai, has horns as well, they don't burn, but they're hot to the touch. They also feel like bone, but they can't be bone as they seem to have no pores when studied closely. Also how would marrow work under such heat?" Realizing he's gotten off topic he looks back at the tieflings "So what are yours made of?"
The deep blue, leathery skinned tiefling sighs deeply, a bit extravagantly, at the curious genasi. He rubs a hand along his horned, but otherwise bald, head, looks over to the genasi with his gray eyes and says "look, do you think me, or any other tiefling, are too concerned with whether their horns are made of bone, or whatever else they could be made of?" He looks back across the table, one leg crossing the other and puts a hand into his coat pocket, then takes out a deck of cards and starts to shuffle them. "No, genasi, tieflings are a little too concerned with being poked and prodded by curious onlookers like yourself, or being driven out of towns for their supposed demonic heritage, to be think about what their horns are made of..." a smirk grows on his lips... "You can call me Manikin, by the way."
PCs - Richter Welz, Human Swashbuckler/Fighter; Manikin, Variant Tiefling Sorcerer
"My name is Zlee. I've been training for awhile and I think it is time to go for an adventure. I like to help and protect people. I'm looking to working with you all."
Cinder turns his spectacled gaze on the human who had just spoken, "I am looking forward to it was well. I've studied plenty of bestiaries and adventure guides, but I've never fought a wild monster before....well, unless you include my mother, she's a half-orc, she can be very brutal during our sparring sessions." He glances to the side, lost in some memory or trauma.
"Well, does anyone know the location of our first quest?"
DM's note: Waiting on McFree, hopefully he comes thru, but if he doesn't, I guess we'll run it with 3. Anyone know someone who'd be interested in being an alternate in case our 4th doesn't show up?
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
A figure leans forward out of a shadow at the corner of the table. Flicking the hood of his cloak back, revealing a mundane face the only standing out feature being delicate pointed ears, he nods his head toward the paladin and introduces himself; "Hello, I'm Thistle. I'm your Ranger, I prefer the forest but decided to come out to see your little adventure it looks like it could amuse me for a while. That said I am also curious what exactly I have signed up for." With that he leans back and crosses his arms. he looks young but an odd almost predatory stillness about him betrays a primal ancientness.
(Willfred comes back to the table with Jack in tow, who is carrying a round of Ale for you all. Jack serves you all your tankards as Willfred looks on, a smile on his face.)
"Master Craig has done it again."
(He sees you all looking at him, and senses he may have spoken out of turn.)
"I mean, of course, that lots of adventuring parties have found each other thru Craig's list. He's very good at making matches. Forgive me for being so bold, but I think he's done well bringing you 4 together. Very balanced, very balanced indeed. I mean, you have this gentleman here (he points at Manikin) who is obviously a powerful Tiefling Sorcerer... this hulking fellow here (he points at Cinder) who looks like he could crash thru a brick wall. This Holy Warrior (he points at Zlee) who can shield you all from harm, and our fine Elven friend here (he points at Thistle) who looks like he would feel at home in all kinds of wild terrains."
(Willfred clears his throat.)
"Well, enough about that. Please enjoy your ale, and let me know if I can help in any way."
(Willfred and Jack back off and let you all get to know each other. The ale loosens you up somewhat, and you slowly start to get used to each other. Mostly. About 45 minutes or so pass along this way, when...
Suddenly, a large, red-headed man in a black leather apron bursts thru the door, his muscular arms bleeding from some pretty gnarly gashes. A look of panic and terror is on his face, which is dirty and starting to swell up and bruise. He looks like someone beat the hell out of him.
“Bess!” he yells. “They got my Bess!”
He drops down to his knees and starts sobbing as the crowd starts to gather round.
(What do you all do?)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
Seeing the large man acting in a manner that betrays his imposing figure, Manikin looks over at him curiously. He slips his deck of cards into the pocket of his inner robes and stands, making his way over to the large man. He leans down and places a hand on the man's shoulder. "My friend, I need you to get ahold of yourself." Looking over the man's grievous wounds Manikin yells, "is there anyone here who can administer aid to this man?!?"
PCs - Richter Welz, Human Swashbuckler/Fighter; Manikin, Variant Tiefling Sorcerer
Cinder had not had ale before and was rather enjoying the pleasant feeling it gave him. It was soon ruined by the big bleeding man crying by the entrance. Unsure what to do, as unchoreographed violence was yet beyond his experience, he followed the crowd that surrounded the man. Somehow finding himself in the front next to Manikin, he glances around when the tiefling asks for aid. His ale addled mind remembered the mug in his hand and he offered it to the man, "This should make you feel better," he says with a drunken smile.
Thistle quickly walks up to the injured man and trys to stop the bleeding.
(can I do a medicine check to see if I can get him into state where he has less pain and blood loss?)
Yes you can. Roll a Medicine check (+2 for your Wisdom modifier)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
Zlee rushes over to the injured man and says, "What happened to you?"
Thistle uses the mans shredded shirt to pack the wound.
(rolled a 6+2 mod= 8)
OOC: We're using the dice roller on the forum, right? You know how to use it?
PCs - Richter Welz, Human Swashbuckler/Fighter; Manikin, Variant Tiefling Sorcerer
10
(medicine check)
Thistle strains hid mind for a second as if he is trying to remember something. Suddenly it seems to occur to him what he has forgotten and he continues helping the wounded man and says;
"What has done this to you?"
(Manikin reaches the man first, calling for medical aid from anyone. Zlee rushes over, concerned, while a slightly tipsy Cinder tries to be of help by offering him some ale, but he is in no condition to enjoy the drink. Thistle, who, as a Ranger, would have some experience trying to bandage up wounds, manages to clean up a few of the man's larger wounds and apply a bandage to his head. A crowd has gathered around, looking on with concern.
"Rickard! What's happened?"
(Willfred rushes to the side of the fallen man, who is still very distraught. His injuries, though numerous, do not seem to be the main source of his despair. He tries to compose himself, trying to answer in between sobs.)
"Gob... goblins. They broke into my workshop. I-I-I tried to stop them... I think I even killed one of them. But there were too many. They stabbed at me and beat me with clubs and... when I woke up my daughter was... gone!"
(Rickard quietly sobs as the crowd murmurs their disbelief. WIllfred starts explaining things to the party, who is gathered around.)
"Rickard is the Blacksmith here. And Bess, sweet little Bess is his 8 year-old daughter. She means the world to him. All he has ever since his wife passed a few years ago."
(A look of sudden realization appears on Willfred's face, a smile on his lips.)
"Rickard, my friend, don't despair! Look here! These here fine folks (he points towards the party) are skilled adventurers!"
“You-you’re adventurers? Please, you’ve got to help me! If I lost my Bess, I… I… I can pay you! I don’t have much, but I would give all the gold I have in the world if you can get my daughter back to me safely. Will you help me? Please, I beg you!”
(Rickard throws himself, both figuratively and literally, at the feet of the party, begging for help. The party begins to talk amongst themselves.)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
“I’m in.”