Looking for 1-2 more for a homebrew campaign: lvl 10 start, massive campaign, heavy emphasis on player flexibility and rewards for creativity. I currently have a group of 4, ideally would like 5-6. Post your character concepts here and I will reach out when selected (should be ready to roll in the next 1-2 days).
Full disclosure, this is a very heavily homebrewed campaign in which I intentionally left many blank spaces to account for player creativity. There is no guarantee that this run will be anything like the first on this forum. Think of it like writing your own piece of history; as a level 10, you have potential to change the world and should be given opportunity to do so.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The monks never spoke about his parents and Elom has very little memory of them since he had been at the monistary for most of his life. All he knew was that both of his parents were elf. Elom trained hard with the monks. Very dedicated to there god Torm and his studies of Way of the Open Hand. He showed skill and dexterity beyond most. Elom quickly became a favorite of Master Chan. In his early teen years he was sparring with Master Chan when he was knocked to the ground and his short sword landed a few feet from him. Just as Master was about to declare himself victor, Elom reached for his sword and it mysteriously leaped into his hand. Everyone was stunned. No one knew what to think. That’s when Master Chan told Elom about his parents. “Your parents” he told him, “were high elves from the fey. They found themselves on the wrong side of a political upheaval so they left the fey. To keep you safe” he continues “ they brought you here. But this is all we know.” Elom continued his studies and developing his innate telekinesis abilities till he reaches his 20’s when he decided he had to find out what happened to his parents. So Elom left the monistary and is now traveling the world in search of his parent
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
What are your rules on multiclassing? I may be interested.
I've got a half-elf bard (8) warlock (2) ready to go if you'd like, the second magical secrets fireball is actually hex (I don't know why it won't show on the spell list and the animal friendship is actually dissonant Whispers. Do you want me to multiply my starting gold by 10?
Crispy, Human ranged Rogue7/Warrior3 reporting for duty. Looking forward to this.
She looks like she's in her 30s, lean and very athletic. The military has trained her very well and she's in amazing shape. Rough around the edges, mentally and physically. Piercing green eyes with shoulder-length dark hair. Her armor fits very tight, she looks amazing and she knows it. (She looks exactly like Ms. Perkins from the movie John Wick.)
"I've had a violent childhood, a shady past, and i'm all sorts of messed up inside, but i'm deadly in a fight. I've been trained to investigate, and kill. I'm hot-headed, have huge sass, little patience, loyal to those who have my ass, and you'll want me on your team. If not, I don't care. I'm kind of a mercenary for hire now, since I got fired from my job years ago. I've got nowhere else to go right now, and I've seen all sorts of messed up. I can dish it out, and take a whole bunch. If you need something killed, or stuff checked out, i'm your gal. Just don't get in my way."
Two months prior, the introduction and offer came through by courier. After acceptance, the next letter was a formal contract, scribed by the court of King Raeland, sealed by His own signet. Among standard legal verbage, the following was included:
“…In two weks time, report to the western Alvernian camp. There, you will meet with Commander Tulvus who will instruct you on special assignment. Your reputation for great deeds precedss you. Alvernia is be greatly indebted to your service in this task, and will need your continued support. However, should you take on this contract and fail to arrive, we will take this as a sign of fraud and your company will be labeled enemies of the state.”
You heard the camp from miles off. Alvernia's rolling plains could do nothing to muffle the activity of several thousand men and women gathered at the western camp. At first glance, the camp seemed to stretch to immeasurable lengths in all directions. Fires burned at various locations all day and banners created a sea of color above the heads of this city-like gathering. At the heart of the activity stood a small encampment within a hasty, now-redundant, wooden palisade. As you approach one of the outer camps, a man on horseback rides to you. After seeing your contract papers, he quickly directs you to the center encampment and advises you to keep the papers you have tightly guarded, but ready as a shield.
Approaching the central encampment, a pair of guards stand watch. As you come near, they snap attention, shields forward, spears lowered slightly. Their armor would indicate they are no mere levies. After showing them your paperwork, they wave to an archer behind the wall. A tense minute passes before the gate opens enough to pass through single-file. on the other side of the wall, a much smaller, more uniform camp sits. You can see that most tents bear the same coat of arms, but a few have insignias matching the immediate camps just outside. In the center is a massive structure of canvas capable of seating three dozen with a dozen standards planted out front; a militarized amphitheater where performers recite stratagem and doctrine rather than poetry and romance. A guard at the gate points you to the large tent in the middle. Near the entrance, a surly dwarf in armor is shouting at a pair of similarly dressed dwarves, "I don' care what the bastard claims. I want him out by first light, or I swear by the Great Stone Seat he'll go home through the ground and you two will escort him! Last thing we need is word of drunk and rowdy dwarves in the camp," the pair snap to attention with a brisk salute only to be met by a hand shoving their arms down, "Get those damn things down and your asses through that gate or I'll have two new ass-wipers!"
The pair of younger dwarves quickly scramble away from their superior. Left agitated, the dwarf draws one of several flasks from his hip and takes a large pull before pacing outside the tent to relieve his stress. Outside the main tent stands a pair of heavily armored guards with shield and spears locked over the entrance.
(We have 6 total, so I'll let everyone post their respective activity leading into their arrival in the central camp.)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Solomon, or Red as he’s been going by in these wild lands, let’s out a low whistle, impressed by the whole scene. He approaches the main tent, “Hi, I believe I have an appointment somewhere around here. It should be under ‘Red,’ would either of you gentlemen happen to know if this is it?”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Elon takes a minute to asses the situation. Remembering the long journey, he is ready for a rest. First he needs to find Commander Tulvus. After seeing the dwarf berate the other soldiers, Elon decides to ask the dwarf. “Excuse me. Can you direct me to Commander Turvus?” As he waits for a response, he can’t help but feel out of place. He’s not a soldier. Why was he requested here?
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
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Taliesin steps up in front of his newfound compatriots and soldiers.
Hello newfound friends! For those of you that don't know me, my name is Taliesin Andrelus! To help ease the tension and introduce myself to you I have a special performance prepared to help excite and lighten the mood this dreary evening.
Before I begin, has anyone heard the story about the broken sword? No? Alright, well it's quite pointless.
Get it? Yeah? Alright up next I want each of you to watch very carefully...
I cast minor illusion creating a rock where I was standing (you can see through it with an investigation check of 17 or higher).
I will then lie on the ground and stealth using my cloak of elvenkind which also camouflages with its surroundings 2624 (use the higher roll, anyone may try to perceive where I am. You roll with disadvantage and I'm assuming must roll equal to or higher than me).
I make the rock disappear and now no one sees anything.
quickly I will cast disguise self and transform myself into Santa Clause. I will also use minor illusion to create what appears to be a present in hand. (To see that I'm not Santa Clause, do an investigation check roll of 17 or higher).
Ho ho ho! It's Santa Clause! I heard what you're all doing and I find it a great cause! Your dear friend Taliesin stopped by my workshop to let me know the dangers you are about to embark on so I wanted to bestow each of you with my blessing and let you know that if you are indeed successful on your journey I promise great gifts of presents and joy to each of you on Christmas!
Deception: 29
I drop the illusion of the present and instead make a slight magical sound using minor illusion and also use light to create a bright light.
At that same time I will drop the disguise and return to where I was standing.
So how'd you all like that!? I'll bet you didn't know I was friends with Santa Clause. Welp, that's all for tonight folks. I sure do hope you try extra hard now that Santa gave you all his blessing and promised you great gifts at Christmas if you succeed ;)
Basically the whole gist of the performance was to rally troops and give them an awesome incentive to succeed and also trick them into thinking they're unstopable with Santa Clause's blessing :)
"Tulvus." Crispy corrects Elon, but cracks a small smile, rolling her eyes after Taliesin's show, and surveys the scene around her.
Folding her lean but strong arms together, she walks slowly over to Elon and Red, waiting for the answer. Find Commander Tulvus, got it. She's been an adventurer for years, since her partner died and she got fired, forever exiled. But this was a new group of people. New faces, new connections, new relationships. Maybe even a new reason to try and do some good in this world. Bad habits die hard, so..
The dwarf sizes up Elon with a skeptical look and is about to speak before noticing Solomon talking to the stoic, silent guards. He waves the wizard over before continuing. Before he can speak, he is interrupted by Crispy and his temper becomes visibly shortened, "Papers, meat." He scans the notices for information and notes the signature and seal: a bull's head circled by six interlocking rings. Before instructing further, the dwarf is distracted by the showman's performance.
(Not sure if that was done inside the central camp or just outside the gateway)
Storming up to the elf, the dwarf grabs the man's sleeve and yanks down. He drives a boot into the taller man's shin and brings them eye-to-eye, "I'll 'ave none o' that! Ye keep the damn shenanigans away from the camp or I'll 'ave ye fillin' midden trenches till yer own mother don' recognize ye. Now, papers, Sparkles." Seeing the same message as the other two, he shoves Taliesin toward the others, "Stan' with them. I don' know why the Commander wants ye lot, but there's more comin'."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“Oh, of course, here are my papers. I think this should be everything. If you need anything else, please let me know.” Solomon presents his papers, and removes his goggles to shuffle his hair a bit and it out of his eyes.
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
(Elf, half-elf, gnome, to this guy, everyone is just another meatbag in a formation)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Seeing as there’s now a bit of a group, Solomon will greet them while they wait, “Red, nice to meet you. Red, nice to meet you. Red, nice to meet you.” And so on.
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
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Looking for 1-2 more for a homebrew campaign: lvl 10 start, massive campaign, heavy emphasis on player flexibility and rewards for creativity. I currently have a group of 4, ideally would like 5-6. Post your character concepts here and I will reach out when selected (should be ready to roll in the next 1-2 days).
Full disclosure, this is a very heavily homebrewed campaign in which I intentionally left many blank spaces to account for player creativity. There is no guarantee that this run will be anything like the first on this forum. Think of it like writing your own piece of history; as a level 10, you have potential to change the world and should be given opportunity to do so.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Elon Andael
Race: High Elf
Class: monk
Back story:
The monks never spoke about his parents and Elom has very little memory of them since he had been at the monistary for most of his life. All he knew was that both of his parents were elf. Elom trained hard with the monks. Very dedicated to there god Torm and his studies of Way of the Open Hand. He showed skill and dexterity beyond most. Elom quickly became a favorite of Master Chan. In his early teen years he was sparring with Master Chan when he was knocked to the ground and his short sword landed a few feet from him. Just as Master was about to declare himself victor, Elom reached for his sword and it mysteriously leaped into his hand. Everyone was stunned. No one knew what to think. That’s when Master Chan told Elom about his parents. “Your parents” he told him, “were high elves from the fey. They found themselves on the wrong side of a political upheaval so they left the fey. To keep you safe” he continues “ they brought you here. But this is all we know.” Elom continued his studies and developing his innate telekinesis abilities till he reaches his 20’s when he decided he had to find out what happened to his parents. So Elom left the monistary and is now traveling the world in search of his parent
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
What are your rules on multiclassing? I may be interested.
I've got a half-elf bard (8) warlock (2) ready to go if you'd like, the second magical secrets fireball is actually hex (I don't know why it won't show on the spell list and the animal friendship is actually dissonant Whispers. Do you want me to multiply my starting gold by 10?
Crispy, Human ranged Rogue7/Warrior3 reporting for duty. Looking forward to this.
She looks like she's in her 30s, lean and very athletic. The military has trained her very well and she's in amazing shape. Rough around the edges, mentally and physically. Piercing green eyes with shoulder-length dark hair. Her armor fits very tight, she looks amazing and she knows it. (She looks exactly like Ms. Perkins from the movie John Wick.)
"I've had a violent childhood, a shady past, and i'm all sorts of messed up inside, but i'm deadly in a fight. I've been trained to investigate, and kill. I'm hot-headed, have huge sass, little patience, loyal to those who have my ass, and you'll want me on your team. If not, I don't care. I'm kind of a mercenary for hire now, since I got fired from my job years ago. I've got nowhere else to go right now, and I've seen all sorts of messed up. I can dish it out, and take a whole bunch. If you need something killed, or stuff checked out, i'm your gal. Just don't get in my way."
No worries! Would you care to listen to some music or hear a few jokes to ease your pain and loosen any tension?
"Sure, funny man, lets see you do your thing." She says with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
Two months prior, the introduction and offer came through by courier. After acceptance, the next letter was a formal contract, scribed by the court of King Raeland, sealed by His own signet. Among standard legal verbage, the following was included:
“…In two weks time, report to the western Alvernian camp. There, you will meet with Commander Tulvus who will instruct you on special assignment. Your reputation for great deeds precedss you. Alvernia is be greatly indebted to your service in this task, and will need your continued support. However, should you take on this contract and fail to arrive, we will take this as a sign of fraud and your company will be labeled enemies of the state.”
You heard the camp from miles off. Alvernia's rolling plains could do nothing to muffle the activity of several thousand men and women gathered at the western camp. At first glance, the camp seemed to stretch to immeasurable lengths in all directions. Fires burned at various locations all day and banners created a sea of color above the heads of this city-like gathering. At the heart of the activity stood a small encampment within a hasty, now-redundant, wooden palisade. As you approach one of the outer camps, a man on horseback rides to you. After seeing your contract papers, he quickly directs you to the center encampment and advises you to keep the papers you have tightly guarded, but ready as a shield.
Approaching the central encampment, a pair of guards stand watch. As you come near, they snap attention, shields forward, spears lowered slightly. Their armor would indicate they are no mere levies. After showing them your paperwork, they wave to an archer behind the wall. A tense minute passes before the gate opens enough to pass through single-file. on the other side of the wall, a much smaller, more uniform camp sits. You can see that most tents bear the same coat of arms, but a few have insignias matching the immediate camps just outside. In the center is a massive structure of canvas capable of seating three dozen with a dozen standards planted out front; a militarized amphitheater where performers recite stratagem and doctrine rather than poetry and romance. A guard at the gate points you to the large tent in the middle. Near the entrance, a surly dwarf in armor is shouting at a pair of similarly dressed dwarves, "I don' care what the bastard claims. I want him out by first light, or I swear by the Great Stone Seat he'll go home through the ground and you two will escort him! Last thing we need is word of drunk and rowdy dwarves in the camp," the pair snap to attention with a brisk salute only to be met by a hand shoving their arms down, "Get those damn things down and your asses through that gate or I'll have two new ass-wipers!"
The pair of younger dwarves quickly scramble away from their superior. Left agitated, the dwarf draws one of several flasks from his hip and takes a large pull before pacing outside the tent to relieve his stress. Outside the main tent stands a pair of heavily armored guards with shield and spears locked over the entrance.
(We have 6 total, so I'll let everyone post their respective activity leading into their arrival in the central camp.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Solomon, or Red as he’s been going by in these wild lands, let’s out a low whistle, impressed by the whole scene. He approaches the main tent, “Hi, I believe I have an appointment somewhere around here. It should be under ‘Red,’ would either of you gentlemen happen to know if this is it?”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Elon takes a minute to asses the situation. Remembering the long journey, he is ready for a rest. First he needs to find Commander Tulvus. After seeing the dwarf berate the other soldiers, Elon decides to ask the dwarf. “Excuse me. Can you direct me to Commander Turvus?” As he waits for a response, he can’t help but feel out of place. He’s not a soldier. Why was he requested here?
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Taliesin steps up in front of his newfound compatriots and soldiers.
Hello newfound friends! For those of you that don't know me, my name is Taliesin Andrelus! To help ease the tension and introduce myself to you I have a special performance prepared to help excite and lighten the mood this dreary evening.
Before I begin, has anyone heard the story about the broken sword? No? Alright, well it's quite pointless.
Get it? Yeah? Alright up next I want each of you to watch very carefully...
I cast minor illusion creating a rock where I was standing (you can see through it with an investigation check of 17 or higher).
I will then lie on the ground and stealth using my cloak of elvenkind which also camouflages with its surroundings 26 24 (use the higher roll, anyone may try to perceive where I am. You roll with disadvantage and I'm assuming must roll equal to or higher than me).
I make the rock disappear and now no one sees anything.
quickly I will cast disguise self and transform myself into Santa Clause. I will also use minor illusion to create what appears to be a present in hand. (To see that I'm not Santa Clause, do an investigation check roll of 17 or higher).
Ho ho ho! It's Santa Clause! I heard what you're all doing and I find it a great cause! Your dear friend Taliesin stopped by my workshop to let me know the dangers you are about to embark on so I wanted to bestow each of you with my blessing and let you know that if you are indeed successful on your journey I promise great gifts of presents and joy to each of you on Christmas!
Deception: 29
I drop the illusion of the present and instead make a slight magical sound using minor illusion and also use light to create a bright light.
At that same time I will drop the disguise and return to where I was standing.
So how'd you all like that!? I'll bet you didn't know I was friends with Santa Clause. Welp, that's all for tonight folks. I sure do hope you try extra hard now that Santa gave you all his blessing and promised you great gifts at Christmas if you succeed ;)
Deception: 28
Persuasion: 33
Basically the whole gist of the performance was to rally troops and give them an awesome incentive to succeed and also trick them into thinking they're unstopable with Santa Clause's blessing :)
"Tulvus." Crispy corrects Elon, but cracks a small smile, rolling her eyes after Taliesin's show, and surveys the scene around her.
Folding her lean but strong arms together, she walks slowly over to Elon and Red, waiting for the answer. Find Commander Tulvus, got it. She's been an adventurer for years, since her partner died and she got fired, forever exiled. But this was a new group of people. New faces, new connections, new relationships. Maybe even a new reason to try and do some good in this world. Bad habits die hard, so..
No guarantees.
The dwarf sizes up Elon with a skeptical look and is about to speak before noticing Solomon talking to the stoic, silent guards. He waves the wizard over before continuing. Before he can speak, he is interrupted by Crispy and his temper becomes visibly shortened, "Papers, meat." He scans the notices for information and notes the signature and seal: a bull's head circled by six interlocking rings. Before instructing further, the dwarf is distracted by the showman's performance.
(Not sure if that was done inside the central camp or just outside the gateway)
Storming up to the elf, the dwarf grabs the man's sleeve and yanks down. He drives a boot into the taller man's shin and brings them eye-to-eye, "I'll 'ave none o' that! Ye keep the damn shenanigans away from the camp or I'll 'ave ye fillin' midden trenches till yer own mother don' recognize ye. Now, papers, Sparkles." Seeing the same message as the other two, he shoves Taliesin toward the others, "Stan' with them. I don' know why the Commander wants ye lot, but there's more comin'."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Crispy snorts to herself, "Pff, he's a bit touchy. Just like at the academy. Ahh, good times." She says, half remembering, half sarcastically.
Ow! Alright sheesh, you didn't have to kick me. I was just trying to lighten the mood...
(Also Taliesin's a half-elf)
“Oh, of course, here are my papers. I think this should be everything. If you need anything else, please let me know.” Solomon presents his papers, and removes his goggles to shuffle his hair a bit and it out of his eyes.
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
(Elf, half-elf, gnome, to this guy, everyone is just another meatbag in a formation)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(Solomon is a meatbag in fancy armor)
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
"Sexy, dangerous, sarcastic meatbag..." Crispy winks. "Papers, here. Lets do this."
Seeing as there’s now a bit of a group, Solomon will greet them while they wait, “Red, nice to meet you. Red, nice to meet you. Red, nice to meet you.” And so on.
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist