This campaign will be an entry level run through the world of Ravenloft. This will be a custom campaign related to the nightmare of Lord Soth - enhanced with classic gothic tropes.
If you are interested in submitting your character idea, please reply to this thread with:
Character Name
Character Class
Character Appearance
Character Backstory
If your character idea is selected, you will be invited through private message to create a draft character sheet.
Player Requirements
Be nice!
Post two to three quality posts a week (at a minimum)
All dice rolls will be managed through play by post. If the thread flags it as manipulated, it will be counted as a 1. This is the only fair way to manage the dice rolls for all.
Appearence: A woman of small height with dark hair and bad posture. Using a white vest with delicated flowers designed into it.
Backstory: Born from a happy family Rena was always quite constrast, the sad child, in both senses, always the back of the class on her druidic lessons, she was always seen as someone who wouldn't ammount to much. But she knew her spells and liked helping the dangered animal whenever she could, so she decided to focus healing, maybe if she could heal others enough she would be able to heal her sadness, so she thought. Given by her mother, her favourite white dress adorns her wherever she goes, even if not giving her any actual armor it gives emotional stability. After graduating she decided to explore the world to gain some fame, gold, confidence and gifts to give to her dear family.
Character Appearance: Roman stands at a good height roughly 5’11”. He has tan skin and red hair medium length hair. His blue sapphire eyes are always warm and inviting to those who need help. His body is well toned from the years of training he went through as an acolyte in the church being trained for the role of a Paladin.
Character Backstory: Roman lived a normal life for one in the service of his god. Due to parents who were unable to afford to care for the child found themselves having to give him to the church in order for him to have a decent chance at life. That is exactly what he received, Roman grew up learning to read and write. He got food and a bed to sleep in. When he was old enough he decided to enter into the service of his god as a cleric and give back to those who were in the same circumstance as him.
Character Appearance: Zom'ma cannot help but turn heads as she walks into town for with but a single glance it is apparent that she goes not belong to the city. To any sort of civilization. It's questionable if she belongs even being alive. She is tall, for a human woman, and has the lean but whiplike muscles of a beast. She wears rough leather clothing that appears to have been sewn together by a mischievous child. Even from beneath her hood it is apparent that her eyes do not match one another and that he scalp is bald. But the thing that makes everyone stop and gawk is the scars. So many scars. Not battle scars but rather deliberate looking scars that turn her into a kind of patchwork woman. It makes her appear that each part of her was taken from a different person and she was put together again like some madmans's jigsaw puzzle. The flesh from one piece to another is of a different tone or color altogether, yet the woman's movements are strong and strident and purposeful. It is not the oversized two handed sword she wears, or the longbow upon her back... It is the scars that drops the jaws of all who see her. ((Going Reborn Lineage))
Character Backstory: When Zom'ma Bett awoke she had a wash of memories flooding through her mind. Memories of dancing in the desert sands, memories of climbing a sheer mountain cliff, memories go doing horrible things, even more memories of having horrible things done to her. She remember childhoods unnumbered, joys from a dozens lives, the tears of more woman than she could count. They were all her memories, but they were all far, far too fleeting and made little impact upon her consciousness. She was all those women, and none of them at all. She did not understand this and a part of her fears trying to... Yet it is a question that is always on her mind. Who is she? What is she? How is she?
Zom'ma Bett knows something is wrong with her. She knows she shouldn't be like this. Can only believe that she is like this for a reason. She needs to know, she fears finding out... But the sun rises whether one wants it to or not so the real question is how you greet it.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Appearance: Nessarine's appearance is regal, fashionable, pretty and suave, dressed in fine black linen. Her baggy, pompadour-esque sleeves have white and gold cufflinks on the ends, as well as a stark white and gold shirt collar to go with it. A black cape billowed out behind her, with a grey wolf's fur collar atop it, really showing her regal appearance. However, most noticeable and recognizable of all, aside from the deep, dark obsidian shaded scales of the beautiful black dragonborn, was the wide-brimmed musketeer hat she wore atop her head, a feathery peacock feather nestled inside. Another thing of note is that there are half-rings of white speckled dots under each of her amber eyes. Hidden under all of this show and possibly deceptive clothing was a leather vest with slots for daggers, as well as hidden compartments in the cape that hid her shortswords. All of these weapons are easily available to be drawn, used and sheathed in an instant, before anybody could notice the shine of crimson-stained steel in the sunlight.
Backstory: Nessarine's upbringing was in a harsh environment. She was born in a carriage ride headed out of the city, but tumbled off after turbulence caused by the guards pursuing her father. She grew up on her own in the city streets, shunned and marked as a vile, putrid monster by those who fared better than her. However, she was able to make many friends with fellow urchins and beggars due to her natural charm, learning their ways of deception, thievery and dirty fighting. She did make an enemy of one friend after she swindled him jokingly, a human rogue named Jameston Lakefeather. She still regrets this mistake to this day, and it's made her quite sensitive and caring, which she usually hides under a roguish charisma. But, as she aged, she learned to manipulate that environment to her advantage. Knowing the ins and outs and all abouts of the people who walked this city, she set out to redeem herself by... Swindling other people by pretending she's a noble named Nerine Avoliel. While this has made her a compulsive liar, she does continually give most of what she makes to a local orphanage, funding a better life for children who are in a position like hers as a kid.
Character Appearance- Brocc has a small physique with a height of 3' feet and weighing in at 45 lbs. Although, his physique is unremarkable. He compensates with a large smile that lights up his brown face. He has crystal blue eyes and a large nose. He is proud of his large nose because it can be used as a weapon to gauge out his enemy's eyes. Brock is a simple man that wears studded leather armor with earthy tones in order to blend in with his surroundings. He is proficient with ranged weapons due to having to hunt for food at a young age.
Character Background- Brocc grew up being self-reliant due to being forged in frigid lands with rocky and mountainous terrain. Brocc is from a poor rock gnome village where he was expected to aid in the effort of carving out tunnels. Although he grew-up poor, Brocc was often encouraged by his parents to learn how to use basic weapons for self-defense. His parents taught him how to shoot a bow in hopes that they could instill basic survival skills so that he would become self-sufficient in providing food for himself. Brocc is currently 110. Recently, he decided to venture out of his hometown in order to explore distant lands to see what else the world has to offer.
Character Appearance: Short and stocky, as most dwarves all, Mulsaim's flinty green eyes have a tendency to linger over curiosities in the world at large. A planner against inevitable worries and dooms, he is almost always cloaked against the elements and maintains a dour outlook, in an oddly endearing way. Favoring blue-grey clothing denoting his academic studies among dwarf communities, he prefers to keep his pipe warm, his notes dry and orderly and the mysteries of the world a good beard's length away (for observational purposes, of course.)
Someone else's art, but a solid picture of what I had in mind.
Character Backstory: An student in a slightly prestigious arcane college from a distant Hill Dwarf hold, he eschewed his regular course of study when his former mentor disappeared, leaving only an oblique letter with references of a distant land surrounded by mists where the ultimate secrets of magic might be uncovered. Hopeful of picking up the cold trail of his master, he has fallen in with sturdy companions to brave the mists and mystery of this land called Ravenloft, perhaps to learn what his master sought at great cost.
Appearance: Tall, platinum blonde and porcelain skin adorned with ink. Jacket swiped from a dead soldier, dressed all in black, greys, leathers and buckles. Soft, yet firm facial features. Light honey, yet dark mysterious eyes. Cautious, yet fierce demeanor.
(Art not by me. But provides a better idea.)
Backstory: Born of divinity, scooped up by the crown to be made their pet. Groomed for espionage and disciplined for war. Twisted by the shadows and corrupted by the darkness.
"'This fear has me chilled down to the bone And I have been haunted by these things I still have left to say I’m weary of fighting this alone So tired of holding on to strings much better left to fray
And I said Hear me now here and now I’m calling Memories wear me down And this seems so complicated When all I want is just the truth
I’m wilted and faded after all Too strung out and burnt out to be half the one that I could be I’ll never belong inside your world So black out the sun and leave me to play out the same old tragedy' (Lyrics not by me - by Seether)
Who am I? Exelda LeBlanc.
What am I? A survivor. No different than anyone else.
Who are my parents? Good question. I imagine a handsome fellow 'bout yea tall and a fair skinned maiden with hair much like myself. Reality is, they aren't the ones who raised me. The Crown raised me. They, groomed me. Nurtured my skills. I was disciplined. Obedient and above all else, faithful to my Lead Hand.
What happened? War. Madness. Endless suffering, not for the faint of heart. I began losing pieces of myself that day…
Initial invites have went out, and draft character sheets are being reviewed today. I'll provide individual feedback. Hopefully we can get up and running pretty quickly this week.
This campaign will be an entry level run through the world of Ravenloft. This will be a custom campaign related to the nightmare of Lord Soth - enhanced with classic gothic tropes.
If you are interested in submitting your character idea, please reply to this thread with:
If your character idea is selected, you will be invited through private message to create a draft character sheet.
Player Requirements
Source Material Allowed
Character Options
Character Sheet Location
Dice Rules
All dice rolls will be managed through play by post. If the thread flags it as manipulated, it will be counted as a 1. This is the only fair way to manage the dice rolls for all.
Thread Definitions
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
Name: Rena
Class: Druid
Appearence: A woman of small height with dark hair and bad posture. Using a white vest with delicated flowers designed into it.
Backstory: Born from a happy family Rena was always quite constrast, the sad child, in both senses, always the back of the class on her druidic lessons, she was always seen as someone who wouldn't ammount to much. But she knew her spells and liked helping the dangered animal whenever she could, so she decided to focus healing, maybe if she could heal others enough she would be able to heal her sadness, so she thought. Given by her mother, her favourite white dress adorns her wherever she goes, even if not giving her any actual armor it gives emotional stability. After graduating she decided to explore the world to gain some fame, gold, confidence and gifts to give to her dear family.
Character Name: Roman Markova
Character Class: Cleric (Life Domain)
Character Appearance: Roman stands at a good height roughly 5’11”. He has tan skin and red hair medium length hair. His blue sapphire eyes are always warm and inviting to those who need help. His body is well toned from the years of training he went through as an acolyte in the church being trained for the role of a Paladin.
Character Backstory: Roman lived a normal life for one in the service of his god. Due to parents who were unable to afford to care for the child found themselves having to give him to the church in order for him to have a decent chance at life. That is exactly what he received, Roman grew up learning to read and write. He got food and a bed to sleep in. When he was old enough he decided to enter into the service of his god as a cleric and give back to those who were in the same circumstance as him.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Zom'ma Bett knows something is wrong with her. She knows she shouldn't be like this. Can only believe that she is like this for a reason. She needs to know, she fears finding out... But the sun rises whether one wants it to or not so the real question is how you greet it.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Name: Nessarine
Class: Rogue
Appearance: Nessarine's appearance is regal, fashionable, pretty and suave, dressed in fine black linen. Her baggy, pompadour-esque sleeves have white and gold cufflinks on the ends, as well as a stark white and gold shirt collar to go with it. A black cape billowed out behind her, with a grey wolf's fur collar atop it, really showing her regal appearance. However, most noticeable and recognizable of all, aside from the deep, dark obsidian shaded scales of the beautiful black dragonborn, was the wide-brimmed musketeer hat she wore atop her head, a feathery peacock feather nestled inside. Another thing of note is that there are half-rings of white speckled dots under each of her amber eyes. Hidden under all of this show and possibly deceptive clothing was a leather vest with slots for daggers, as well as hidden compartments in the cape that hid her shortswords. All of these weapons are easily available to be drawn, used and sheathed in an instant, before anybody could notice the shine of crimson-stained steel in the sunlight.
Backstory: Nessarine's upbringing was in a harsh environment. She was born in a carriage ride headed out of the city, but tumbled off after turbulence caused by the guards pursuing her father. She grew up on her own in the city streets, shunned and marked as a vile, putrid monster by those who fared better than her. However, she was able to make many friends with fellow urchins and beggars due to her natural charm, learning their ways of deception, thievery and dirty fighting. She did make an enemy of one friend after she swindled him jokingly, a human rogue named Jameston Lakefeather. She still regrets this mistake to this day, and it's made her quite sensitive and caring, which she usually hides under a roguish charisma. But, as she aged, she learned to manipulate that environment to her advantage. Knowing the ins and outs and all abouts of the people who walked this city, she set out to redeem herself by... Swindling other people by pretending she's a noble named Nerine Avoliel. While this has made her a compulsive liar, she does continually give most of what she makes to a local orphanage, funding a better life for children who are in a position like hers as a kid.
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
Character Name- Brocc Knucklestamp
Character Class- Fighter
Character Appearance- Brocc has a small physique with a height of 3' feet and weighing in at 45 lbs. Although, his physique is unremarkable. He compensates with a large smile that lights up his brown face. He has crystal blue eyes and a large nose. He is proud of his large nose because it can be used as a weapon to gauge out his enemy's eyes. Brock is a simple man that wears studded leather armor with earthy tones in order to blend in with his surroundings. He is proficient with ranged weapons due to having to hunt for food at a young age.
Character Background- Brocc grew up being self-reliant due to being forged in frigid lands with rocky and mountainous terrain. Brocc is from a poor rock gnome village where he was expected to aid in the effort of carving out tunnels. Although he grew-up poor, Brocc was often encouraged by his parents to learn how to use basic weapons for self-defense. His parents taught him how to shoot a bow in hopes that they could instill basic survival skills so that he would become self-sufficient in providing food for himself. Brocc is currently 110. Recently, he decided to venture out of his hometown in order to explore distant lands to see what else the world has to offer.
Someone else's art, but a solid picture of what I had in mind.
Name: Exelda LeBlanc
Character Class: Divine Sorc/Bard
Appearance: Tall, platinum blonde and porcelain skin adorned with ink. Jacket swiped from a dead soldier, dressed all in black, greys, leathers and buckles. Soft, yet firm facial features. Light honey, yet dark mysterious eyes. Cautious, yet fierce demeanor.
(Art not by me. But provides a better idea.)
Backstory: Born of divinity, scooped up by the crown to be made their pet. Groomed for espionage and disciplined for war. Twisted by the shadows and corrupted by the darkness.
"'This fear has me chilled down to the bone
And I have been haunted by these things I still have left to say
I’m weary of fighting this alone
So tired of holding on to strings much better left to fray
And I said
Hear me now
here and now I’m calling
Memories wear me down
And this seems so complicated
When all I want is just the truth
I’m wilted and faded after all
Too strung out and burnt out to be half the one that I could be
I’ll never belong inside your world
So black out the sun and leave me to play out the same old tragedy'
(Lyrics not by me - by Seether)
Who am I? Exelda LeBlanc.
What am I? A survivor. No different than anyone else.
Who are my parents? Good question. I imagine a handsome fellow 'bout yea tall and a fair skinned maiden with hair much like myself. Reality is, they aren't the ones who raised me. The Crown raised me. They, groomed me. Nurtured my skills. I was disciplined. Obedient and above all else, faithful to my Lead Hand.
What happened? War. Madness. Endless suffering, not for the faint of heart. I began losing pieces of myself that day…
What now? I fight fire with fire."
Signed:
EL
just an unstable unicorn.
Initial invites have went out, and draft character sheets are being reviewed today. I'll provide individual feedback. Hopefully we can get up and running pretty quickly this week.
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
Nice! Are we using this thread to launch or a different one?
Well I’m assuming this isn’t happening. I’ll see you all around the forums, I’m sure…
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop