Hello from a galaxy far far away! This home-brew camping is set during the Clone Wars era and is right before the Battle of Kamino. For those interested in joining go ahead and send me a private message with your character and I will send an approval. I am going to be recruiting up to 6 players. More info will be provided as we get more players.
-EDIT-
You can use D&D classes if you like but the names will be tweaked. Also for the races I would prefer if you use cannon Star Wars species. Zabrak, humans, etc. As for ability scores you can roll for them or just use standard array.
The Clone Wars rage with ferocity. Separatist forces have planned an attack on the clone facility on Kamino. Something has called you to the Mos Eisley Cantina on Tatooine. Though you have no idea who or what has brought you here, you know that your destiny awaits.
OOC: Everyone can now go ahead and intro their characters.
I am Pruk Bulik. I am a finder of things. I find them and then I sell them. Sometimes those things happen to be people. Sometimes they are answers... but usually, they are ship parts. haha. I'm not cheap but I am good at what I do. Unlike my brothers, I can't stand to be in one place for very long so I left Tatooine the first chance I got. It's been many years since I've been back.
As you walk into the cantina the barkeep gives you a look before saying, "Make sure to keep your hands away from my stuff Jawa, or else there will be consequences."
Skylark, a young human, enters the cantina. He’s dressed as a Jedi with brown cloak and lightsaber at his waist. He looks around and finds a good position in the bar to see around. He is fresh out of the academy and a little overwhelmed on his first solo mission. Yep
Cas'Pa walks into the cantina, and everyone would see before them one of the weirdest creatures somebody could ever set their eyes on. Cas'Pa has no mouth, but six wriggling tentacles; no skin, but a silver, armor-like plating. In addition, they have two claws on each foot and three on each hand, as well as a long tail and some very wide, weird eyes. The long, hooded cloak they wear is of a white fabric, and they have a lightsaber with a quartz hilt clipped onto their belt.
Having been used to the glares, glances and whispers from those around them, Cas'Pa approaches the bar and talks to the barkeep mentally with a Force Whisper spell.
Jongrin strolled into the cantina, his face wrapped in a long scarf like garment, goggles poking over the top, and his long blonde hair looking windblown. He looked about for an open table and made his way over, nearly collapsing into the seat. He took a silver canteen from his pack, twisted the top off, pulled the top part of his face garment down, and held it up to his lips, but no thirst quenching liquid issued forth.
"Drats" he said aloud as he twisted the cap back on and returned the canteen to his pack. He stood and headed toward the barkeep, stepping up next to Cas'pa, he looked at him and nodded, he didn't want to be rude so he decided to wait until they ordered before he ordered for himself.
Sol walks into the cantina looking a bit out of place. He is a Duros, with prototypical blue skin and large red eyes. He has a spacer jumpsuit, and seems to hold his hands furtively in front of his chest, giving a nervous demeanor.
He moves to the corner of the bar, and seems to be scanning the customers for something specific, but isn't sure what.
As you walk into the cantina the barkeep gives you a look before saying, "Make sure to keep your hands away from my stuff Jawa, or else there will be consequences."
Pruk takes a seat in the corner and scans the cantina. He is looking for the nearest exits and structures that could provide cover should a fight break out. His eyes barely pause on each being, but he is looking for any visible weapons and outlines where weapons are usually strapped. Finally he takes a mental snapshot of each face that isn’t covered and cross references that with his “list”.
Jongrin strolled into the cantina, his face wrapped in a long scarf like garment, goggles poking over the top, and his long blonde hair looking windblown. He looked about for an open table and made his way over, nearly collapsing into the seat. He took a silver canteen from his pack, twisted the top off, pulled the top part of his face garment down, and held it up to his lips, but no thirst quenching liquid issued forth.
"Drats" he said aloud as he twisted the cap back on and returned the canteen to his pack. He stood and headed toward the barkeep, stepping up next to Cas'pa, he looked at him and nodded, he didn't want to be rude so he decided to wait until they ordered before he ordered for himself.
"I can't talk, you know," Jon soon heard in his mind. "My order has been spoken. Your particular courtesy is acknowledged, however."
Jongrin looked confused, his eyes darted from side to side quickly inside the goggles that obfuscated view of them by any others. He then turned to face the person next to him. "No problem. I am Jongrin." it was clear he was uncomfortable but not in a bad way, more of a curious way, this might possibly be the first time he'd been communicated with telepathically, in fact, it was. He then smiled and turned back to the barkeep, "May I have some water please, if it's available?"
Pruk's eyes are immediately drawn to the lightsabres on the young human and the ... other creature. "<Jedi? what are they doing here?>" he mumbles to himself in Jawaese. He puts some credits in one hand and beckons for a server with the other. His intent is to order a drink, tip well, and ask about local news. Pruk speaks through a personal translator.
Jongrin looked confused, his eyes darted from side to side quickly inside the goggles that obfuscated view of them by any others. He then turned to face the person next to him. "No problem. I am Jongrin." it was clear he was uncomfortable but not in a bad way, more of a curious way, this might possibly be the first time he'd been communicated with telepathically, in fact, it was. He then smiled and turned back to the barkeep, "May I have some water please, if it's available?"
The barkeep slides a glass of water over. "4 credits if you please."
Pruk's eyes are immediately drawn to the lightsabres on the young human and the ... other creature. "<Jedi? what are they doing here?>" he mumbles to himself in Jawaese. He puts some credits in one hand and beckons for a server with the other. His intent is to order a drink, tip well, and ask about local news. Pruk speaks through a personal translator.
A human male server walks over. "What can I get you?"
Cas'Pa walks into the cantina, and everyone would see before them one of the weirdest creatures somebody could ever set their eyes on. Cas'Pa has no mouth, but six wriggling tentacles; no skin, but a silver, armor-like plating. In addition, they have two claws on each foot and three on each hand, as well as a long tail and some very wide, weird eyes. The long, hooded cloak they wear is of a white fabric, and they have a lightsaber with a quartz hilt clipped onto their belt.
Having been used to the glares, glances and whispers from those around them, Cas'Pa approaches the bar and talks to the barkeep mentally with a Force Whisper spell.
"The special, kind barkeep. Many thanks."
The barkeep places a glass on the counter. "6 credits."
A man near the back of the cantina catches your attention. Perhaps it is the lightsaber on his belt, the republic ring he wears, or the long dark green Jedi robes he wears.
Jongrin pulled out several small ingots, "Do you accept these here?" not everyone used the digital credit, so he started with the physical form, but some of his currency was digital as well, so in the end he'd be able to cover it either way. His eyes shifted though to the very obvious Jedi at the back of the cantina. He'd not met a Jedi formally, though he suspected he was in the presence of several now. He watched the man cautiously, not sure why his eyes were drawn, but he had a feeling something was going to happen.
Jongrin pulled out several small ingots, "Do you accept these here?" not everyone used the digital credit, so he started with the physical form, but some of his currency was digital as well, so in the end he'd be able to cover it either way. His eyes shifted though to the very obvious Jedi at the back of the cantina. He'd not met a Jedi formally, though he suspected he was in the presence of several now. He watched the man cautiously, not sure why his eyes were drawn, but he had a feeling something was going to happen.
The barkeep nods. He takes them and walks off. The robed man motions at Jongrin to come to him.
"I'd like a Sandstorm. Easy on the Bantha milk... Been a long time since I've been home. Lots of new faces..." <upnods toward the Jedi> "Not used to seeing so many light swords in one place... what's been going on?" Slides over 20 credits.
"I'd like a Sandstorm. Easy on the Bantha milk... Been a long time since I've been home. Lots of new faces..." <upnods toward the Jedi> "Not used to seeing so many light swords in one place... what's been going on?" Slides over 20 credits.
"Coming right up. Not sure. The separatists might be trying to take Tatooine." he says while grabbing the credits.
Hello from a galaxy far far away! This home-brew camping is set during the Clone Wars era and is right before the Battle of Kamino. For those interested in joining go ahead and send me a private message with your character and I will send an approval. I am going to be recruiting up to 6 players. More info will be provided as we get more players.
-EDIT-
You can use D&D classes if you like but the names will be tweaked. Also for the races I would prefer if you use cannon Star Wars species. Zabrak, humans, etc. As for ability scores you can roll for them or just use standard array.
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DroAtl2000
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This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away.....
STAR WARS: A Home-brew Adventure
The Clone Wars rage with ferocity. Separatist forces have planned an attack on the clone facility on Kamino. Something has called you to the Mos Eisley Cantina on Tatooine. Though you have no idea who or what has brought you here, you know that your destiny awaits.
OOC: Everyone can now go ahead and intro their characters.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Ootini!
I am Pruk Bulik. I am a finder of things. I find them and then I sell them. Sometimes those things happen to be people. Sometimes they are answers... but usually, they are ship parts. haha. I'm not cheap but I am good at what I do. Unlike my brothers, I can't stand to be in one place for very long so I left Tatooine the first chance I got. It's been many years since I've been back.
@DroAtl2000
As you walk into the cantina the barkeep gives you a look before saying, "Make sure to keep your hands away from my stuff Jawa, or else there will be consequences."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Skylark, a young human, enters the cantina. He’s dressed as a Jedi with brown cloak and lightsaber at his waist. He looks around and finds a good position in the bar to see around. He is fresh out of the academy and a little overwhelmed on his first solo mission. Yep
D&D since 1984
Cas'Pa walks into the cantina, and everyone would see before them one of the weirdest creatures somebody could ever set their eyes on. Cas'Pa has no mouth, but six wriggling tentacles; no skin, but a silver, armor-like plating. In addition, they have two claws on each foot and three on each hand, as well as a long tail and some very wide, weird eyes. The long, hooded cloak they wear is of a white fabric, and they have a lightsaber with a quartz hilt clipped onto their belt.
Having been used to the glares, glances and whispers from those around them, Cas'Pa approaches the bar and talks to the barkeep mentally with a Force Whisper spell.
"The special, kind barkeep. Many thanks."
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
Jongrin strolled into the cantina, his face wrapped in a long scarf like garment, goggles poking over the top, and his long blonde hair looking windblown. He looked about for an open table and made his way over, nearly collapsing into the seat. He took a silver canteen from his pack, twisted the top off, pulled the top part of his face garment down, and held it up to his lips, but no thirst quenching liquid issued forth.
"Drats" he said aloud as he twisted the cap back on and returned the canteen to his pack. He stood and headed toward the barkeep, stepping up next to Cas'pa, he looked at him and nodded, he didn't want to be rude so he decided to wait until they ordered before he ordered for himself.
Sol walks into the cantina looking a bit out of place. He is a Duros, with prototypical blue skin and large red eyes. He has a spacer jumpsuit, and seems to hold his hands furtively in front of his chest, giving a nervous demeanor.
He moves to the corner of the bar, and seems to be scanning the customers for something specific, but isn't sure what.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Pruk takes a seat in the corner and scans the cantina. He is looking for the nearest exits and structures that could provide cover should a fight break out. His eyes barely pause on each being, but he is looking for any visible weapons and outlines where weapons are usually strapped. Finally he takes a mental snapshot of each face that isn’t covered and cross references that with his “list”.
"I can't talk, you know," Jon soon heard in his mind. "My order has been spoken. Your particular courtesy is acknowledged, however."
The three teachings of Tyre:
Nothing is forbidden.
Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is impossible.
Also I stan Tomoe for life
Jongrin looked confused, his eyes darted from side to side quickly inside the goggles that obfuscated view of them by any others. He then turned to face the person next to him. "No problem. I am Jongrin." it was clear he was uncomfortable but not in a bad way, more of a curious way, this might possibly be the first time he'd been communicated with telepathically, in fact, it was. He then smiled and turned back to the barkeep, "May I have some water please, if it's available?"
Pruk's eyes are immediately drawn to the lightsabres on the young human and the ... other creature. "<Jedi? what are they doing here?>" he mumbles to himself in Jawaese. He puts some credits in one hand and beckons for a server with the other. His intent is to order a drink, tip well, and ask about local news. Pruk speaks through a personal translator.
The barkeep slides a glass of water over. "4 credits if you please."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
A human male server walks over. "What can I get you?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
The barkeep places a glass on the counter. "6 credits."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
A man near the back of the cantina catches your attention. Perhaps it is the lightsaber on his belt, the republic ring he wears, or the long dark green Jedi robes he wears.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
Jongrin pulled out several small ingots, "Do you accept these here?" not everyone used the digital credit, so he started with the physical form, but some of his currency was digital as well, so in the end he'd be able to cover it either way. His eyes shifted though to the very obvious Jedi at the back of the cantina. He'd not met a Jedi formally, though he suspected he was in the presence of several now. He watched the man cautiously, not sure why his eyes were drawn, but he had a feeling something was going to happen.
The barkeep nods. He takes them and walks off. The robed man motions at Jongrin to come to him.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"I'd like a Sandstorm. Easy on the Bantha milk... Been a long time since I've been home. Lots of new faces..." <upnods toward the Jedi> "Not used to seeing so many light swords in one place... what's been going on?" Slides over 20 credits.
"Coming right up. Not sure. The separatists might be trying to take Tatooine." he says while grabbing the credits.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.