NPC Thoughts -> Oh my gods. The New Gods will save the day!!
Character Names -> Norixus
If there is a spoiler and it has a specific character's name on it, then that spoiler is for said player to view only. I mean, you can look at it as well, but it'll ruin the fun (and the purpose of those spoilers in the first place).
Background:
World: Arenia
City, Country: Iuriobi, Ezistao
Date: The 21st day of the sixth month of the year. (Also known by the world-goers as Mendia 21, 6783 GD)
Location: The Drunk Hag Tavern
Premise:
The old gods are dead, and they have been for eons. Without the gods, all kinds of magic-users have lost all access to magic. Soon, practicing magic at all became taboo. Anyone with the means to practice magic without the blessing of the now-dead gods were labeled as witches and heretics, and sentenced to death. That is, until a motley crew of adventurers come along, and completely dazzle the public with their magic (in some cases). Unknowingly andunintentionally, they have now become the new gods.
Expectations:
No bullying, homophobia, racism, sexism, etc. It won’t be tolerated at my table.
No judgment for other’s actions and mistakes, the purpose of this entire group is to learn the ropes of DND.
If I (or anyone else in the party) say/do something that makes anyone uncomfortable, please let me know and I’ll correct it.
Have fun!
Goals:
Escape the ever-looming threat of being found out and sentenced to death by winning the public’s favor through ‘blessings’, or answering the people’s prayers through quest completion.
Now, let the story begin!
Ah, the tavern, what a wonderful place. The sounds of joy, laughter, and the clinks of glasses fill the air. The faintest hint of meat and ale fill your nostrils, making your mouths water. Though normally your group---clad in armor, robes, and weaponry in all shapes, sizes and colors---stick out like sore thumbs in any crowd of civilians, the collection of colorful characters you see sitting at the tables in front of you rival the strangeness of your own crew. A group of loud, boisterous Orc men sit at a table in the middle, playing cards, but one Orc in particular doesn’t seem to be as invested. A single hooded figure sits silently at the back of the tavern, with a single tankard of ale in front of them. A pair of women sit together at the bar, holding hands and talking excitedly to the smiling bartender. Another group of people sit close to the entrance of the tavern, making small talk with each other. They’re all wearing the same blue armband.
We’ve officially begun! Now’s the time to warm up your character’s voices, and get a feel for who they are. Normally this means RP, but you’re by no means limited to only that! If you’re stuck and unsure of what to do, here are a few good starting points:
Interact with NPCs. Make small talk with a few of them, order something from the bar, start a bar fight (NOT recommended).
Talk with each other. Get to know each other’s characters; you’ll be sticking with each other in the long run. Go ahead and get introductions out of the way.
Survey the room. Making skill checks such as Perception, Investigation, and Insight are great ways to know who and what is in the room, and why. Based on what you roll, I’ll fill in the details and describe it to you.
Describe your character. What they look like, how they talk, walk, act, and smell, how they eat, drink, and treat others… The sky’s the limit. Time to flex your writing muscles!
Start a cult. Just kidding, please don’t do that yet (at least not now).
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
Aryn sits straight-backed and a little intimidated by the boisterous atmosphere. She’s rarely been in places like this, so far removed from the grand palaces of her parents or the quiet hum of her old libraries. However, every place has its merits and she is eager to learn, especially since barkeeps are famous for being veritable encyclopedias of local lore and information.
Aryn gathers her courage, and walks up to the bar. After the keeper finishes (his/her/their) conversation with the two women, Aryn smiles hesitantly and asks: "One ale, please. And what can you tell me about the town?"
Mazorn was currently sitting on a stool in the corner of the tavern, eating meat. He was hardly ever seen in places like this. Usually he spent his time alone in forests, or if he went somewhere else it usually wasn’t somewhere with many people.
Bronyon enters the tavern from the kitchen. The stout bugbear carries the empty busboy tray to a messy table. The bruses on his knuckles and healing black eye betray the nature of his training. His surpising hand speed coupled with how he moves through the room reveals his talent. He scans the room looking for more dishes to bus.
Vyranorae enters the tavern with his hood pulled over his face, he walks over to the barkeep and waits until after Aryn has had her turn. He then leans in close to the barkeep. "Tankard of Ale, please." His hand twitches, betraying the deep cut in his palm. He walks over to an empty table and rips some fabric off of his cloak, he ties the fabric to his hand to quench the bleeding, and then leans back in his chair. He hasn't been this safe in a long time. He surveys the tavern, taking into account the possible exits and anyone that he would recognize.
Marbin walks into the bar excited to experience life out of the woods. He walks right over to the Orcs and grabs a stool "Hello friends! For room for one more."
(ooc: @Keneux, sorry! DM here. If the thread was tagged as recruiting, that must've been a glitch. This thread has always been closed. But, I guess since you're already here, you and @Dndlover_2 are welcome to join the party! There are quite a few people already, though, and you two will be the last people I admit into the party.)
Aryn, it doesn't take long for the bartender to finish his conversation. Standing tall at 7-ish feet, the firbolg would loom over the bar if not for his overly friendly demeanor. "One ale? Coming right up." He gives you your drink and smiles at you. "Well, you're a newcomer, eh? We've got a lot to do, in this old city I call home. You're in Iuriobi, the largest city this side of the country. What do ya want to know? I've been around a while, but not enough to have traveled outside the city, so you're outta luck if that's the information ya want." He picks up a glass and absentmindedly wipes it down with the towel that was stuffed in his apron as he talks.
Bronyon, the tavern is full and there's no empty tables to bus just yet; all of the empty tables have been cleaned already. It seems like you have a moment to relax, for now.
Vyranorae, the bartender nods his head wordlessly, getting a feeling that you might want to be left alone for now. However, as he gets your tankard ready, he also hands you some clean bandages, a bowl of water, and a rag. "Your ale, and something to clean your wound with." Smiling warmly, he silently goes back to his conversation with Aryn.
Eir, you walk up to the group with the blue armbands, and they all fall silent as you approach. One pipes up after you finish your last sentence. "Next round's on you?" She sounds hopeful, only to be lightly smacked upside the head by the woman sitting next to her. "We gotta be quiet, My." A man, sitting opposite to where you stand, simply looks up at you. "Fun? Hardly. I'm sorry, but we don't want newcomers at the moment. Maybe another time." His voice is unwavering, eerily calm.
Marbin, on the other hand, you have better luck with the Orc men. One slaps you on the back as you sit down, and the rest cheer. "Of course there's room for one more! We're just about to finish a game, want me to deal you in next round? We're playing blackjack, but if you wanna play you gotta pay. What about it?" The rest of the men have since then turned back to their game, but the one talking to you raises an eyebrow at you as he waits for your response.
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
Marbin, on the other hand, you have better luck with the Orc men. One slaps you on the back as you sit down, and the rest cheer. "Of course there's room for one more! We're just about to finish a game, want me to deal you in next round? We're playing blackjack, but if you wanna play you gotta pay. What about it?" The rest of the men have since then turned back to their game, but the one talking to you raises an eyebrow at you as he waits for your response.
"Name the price, I'm in!" Marbin looks for a barmaid to get a drink.
Mazorn quickly finished his meat and looked around. He should probably talk to someone, maybe find out some kind of information about the area? He walked over to the Orcs. They were his own kind, well, sort-of, but they’d be at least somewhat friendly right? “Hello. Um, do any of you happen to know much about this place? I haven’t been to this city before.”
Please read all of the spoilers!
My posting key:
OOC -> (ooc:)
Descriptions -> In normal text.
NPC Dialogue -> "Hello, I'm NPC #1." "Hello, I'm NPC #2."
NPC Thoughts -> Oh my gods. The New Gods will save the day!!
Character Names -> Norixus
If there is a spoiler and it has a specific character's name on it, then that spoiler is for said player to view only. I mean, you can look at it as well, but it'll ruin the fun (and the purpose of those spoilers in the first place).
Background:
World: Arenia
City, Country: Iuriobi, Ezistao
Date: The 21st day of the sixth month of the year. (Also known by the world-goers as Mendia 21, 6783 GD)
Location: The Drunk Hag Tavern
Premise:
The old gods are dead, and they have been for eons. Without the gods, all kinds of magic-users have lost all access to magic. Soon, practicing magic at all became taboo. Anyone with the means to practice magic without the blessing of the now-dead gods were labeled as witches and heretics, and sentenced to death. That is, until a motley crew of adventurers come along, and completely dazzle the public with their magic (in some cases). Unknowingly andunintentionally, they have now become the new gods.
Expectations:
Goals:
Escape the ever-looming threat of being found out and sentenced to death by winning the public’s favor through ‘blessings’, or answering the people’s prayers through quest completion.
Now, let the story begin!
Ah, the tavern, what a wonderful place. The sounds of joy, laughter, and the clinks of glasses fill the air. The faintest hint of meat and ale fill your nostrils, making your mouths water. Though normally your group---clad in armor, robes, and weaponry in all shapes, sizes and colors---stick out like sore thumbs in any crowd of civilians, the collection of colorful characters you see sitting at the tables in front of you rival the strangeness of your own crew. A group of loud, boisterous Orc men sit at a table in the middle, playing cards, but one Orc in particular doesn’t seem to be as invested. A single hooded figure sits silently at the back of the tavern, with a single tankard of ale in front of them. A pair of women sit together at the bar, holding hands and talking excitedly to the smiling bartender. Another group of people sit close to the entrance of the tavern, making small talk with each other. They’re all wearing the same blue armband.
We’ve officially begun! Now’s the time to warm up your character’s voices, and get a feel for who they are. Normally this means RP, but you’re by no means limited to only that!
If you’re stuck and unsure of what to do, here are a few good starting points:
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Aaron quietly plays his pan flute, adding a quiet background to the din of the tavern.
I enjoy writing, roleplaying, watching TVs and movies, and playing video games!
Currently playing the resident time lord in Las Aminour.
Want to check out my stuff? Here’s my campaign:
My Campaign
(ooc: If you'd like, Aaron, you can roll Performance to see how well you play!)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Aryn sits straight-backed and a little intimidated by the boisterous atmosphere. She’s rarely been in places like this, so far removed from the grand palaces of her parents or the quiet hum of her old libraries. However, every place has its merits and she is eager to learn, especially since barkeeps are famous for being veritable encyclopedias of local lore and information.
Aryn gathers her courage, and walks up to the bar. After the keeper finishes (his/her/their) conversation with the two women, Aryn smiles hesitantly and asks: "One ale, please. And what can you tell me about the town?"
(No, I’m just playing to pass the time.)
I enjoy writing, roleplaying, watching TVs and movies, and playing video games!
Currently playing the resident time lord in Las Aminour.
Want to check out my stuff? Here’s my campaign:
My Campaign
Mazorn was currently sitting on a stool in the corner of the tavern, eating meat. He was hardly ever seen in places like this. Usually he spent his time alone in forests, or if he went somewhere else it usually wasn’t somewhere with many people.
Bronyon enters the tavern from the kitchen. The stout bugbear carries the empty busboy tray to a messy table. The bruses on his knuckles and healing black eye betray the nature of his training. His surpising hand speed coupled with how he moves through the room reveals his talent. He scans the room looking for more dishes to bus.
I got alot a doods
Vyranorae enters the tavern with his hood pulled over his face, he walks over to the barkeep and waits until after Aryn has had her turn. He then leans in close to the barkeep. "Tankard of Ale, please." His hand twitches, betraying the deep cut in his palm. He walks over to an empty table and rips some fabric off of his cloak, he ties the fabric to his hand to quench the bleeding, and then leans back in his chair. He hasn't been this safe in a long time. He surveys the tavern, taking into account the possible exits and anyone that he would recognize.
Perception: 21
(I didn't read the closed marker until after I had written my post, so if this isn't recruiting I can step out. Sorry)
ooc: I’d suggest stepping out, we have a ton of people already. Sorry)
(Ooc: ok, never mind my last posts then.)
(ooc: Did I make it in?)
I got alot a doods
Eir goes to the group near the entrance to try getting some information from the group with the blue armband.
«Oy you guys seem like having fun let me join you guys, first round of ale is on me»
ooc: i dont think so, sorry, but im not 100% sure)
(Can some who knows for sure step up and say something?When i wrote my post it was still tagged recruiting.)
I got alot a doods
Marbin walks into the bar excited to experience life out of the woods. He walks right over to the Orcs and grabs a stool "Hello friends! For room for one more."
(ooc: @Keneux, sorry! DM here. If the thread was tagged as recruiting, that must've been a glitch. This thread has always been closed. But, I guess since you're already here, you and @Dndlover_2 are welcome to join the party! There are quite a few people already, though, and you two will be the last people I admit into the party.)
Aryn, it doesn't take long for the bartender to finish his conversation. Standing tall at 7-ish feet, the firbolg would loom over the bar if not for his overly friendly demeanor. "One ale? Coming right up." He gives you your drink and smiles at you. "Well, you're a newcomer, eh? We've got a lot to do, in this old city I call home. You're in Iuriobi, the largest city this side of the country. What do ya want to know? I've been around a while, but not enough to have traveled outside the city, so you're outta luck if that's the information ya want." He picks up a glass and absentmindedly wipes it down with the towel that was stuffed in his apron as he talks.
Bronyon, the tavern is full and there's no empty tables to bus just yet; all of the empty tables have been cleaned already. It seems like you have a moment to relax, for now.
Vyranorae, the bartender nods his head wordlessly, getting a feeling that you might want to be left alone for now. However, as he gets your tankard ready, he also hands you some clean bandages, a bowl of water, and a rag. "Your ale, and something to clean your wound with." Smiling warmly, he silently goes back to his conversation with Aryn.
Eir, you walk up to the group with the blue armbands, and they all fall silent as you approach. One pipes up after you finish your last sentence. "Next round's on you?" She sounds hopeful, only to be lightly smacked upside the head by the woman sitting next to her. "We gotta be quiet, My." A man, sitting opposite to where you stand, simply looks up at you. "Fun? Hardly. I'm sorry, but we don't want newcomers at the moment. Maybe another time." His voice is unwavering, eerily calm.
Marbin, on the other hand, you have better luck with the Orc men. One slaps you on the back as you sit down, and the rest cheer. "Of course there's room for one more! We're just about to finish a game, want me to deal you in next round? We're playing blackjack, but if you wanna play you gotta pay. What about it?" The rest of the men have since then turned back to their game, but the one talking to you raises an eyebrow at you as he waits for your response.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
"Name the price, I'm in!" Marbin looks for a barmaid to get a drink.
Mazorn quickly finished his meat and looked around. He should probably talk to someone, maybe find out some kind of information about the area? He walked over to the Orcs. They were his own kind, well, sort-of, but they’d be at least somewhat friendly right? “Hello. Um, do any of you happen to know much about this place? I haven’t been to this city before.”
"Oh my, heavens, you got me all wrong, i just wanted to drink with you, im sorry if created any kind of confusion"
Eir backs away and sits on the bar ordering an Ale.