Sounds like fun. My character is Sen'ra, a Fire Genasi Barbarian who's backstory is this. He was a bodyguard who protected many important people, but ended up killing them accidentally through his love of ale and hard liquor. He was run out of his town and decided to come here for a new start, to regroup his thoughts and try to shake his addiction, but got into trouble on the very first night, getting into a bar brawl and having his ass kicked by the many goblinoids. He was thrown in jail, and is faced with a choice. Join the adventure or be executed. He attempted to run first, but was again beaten senseless and given the same choice. So, he reluctantly accepted. But he secretly prayed for a god to let him off the hook, and while drunk, went out in a heavy storm to make an offering of a dead branch. As he shouted to the gods he believed he could see, he raised the dead branch, and was immediately struck by lightning, which turned into his main weapon, his Javelin of Lightning. But other than being in tremendous pain and having a new weapon, he was not able to get out of the adventure. For Sen'ra, this adventure is mostly a quest to figure out a way to be sober for more than five minutes at a time.
DM for:Reign of VillainsPlayer for:Tildian Hopsprite - Halfling Warlock 1 (Smiles all around!)Sen'ra Esghal - Fire Genasi Barbarian, Path of the Berserker 4 (Adventurers never rests!) (Angry and drunk.) Silthen Ehten - Drow Elf Storm Sorcerer 1 (The Search For The Sacred Shards)
I would like to join as well if a spot is still open. I would be playing Alton Burrows a halfling Bard who is a part of the college of Swords. He travels the land performing for people both with his skills as a musician and his skills as knife thrower and dagger combatant. He was traveling the countryside when he heard of the islands opening their ports to welcome adventurers and tourists. Seeing this as a chance to find a new audience to perform for, he throws on his finest clothes and boarded a ship with thoughts of adding to his fame in the forefront of his mind. On the trip he gains the fancy of a noble woman who gifts him with a rather unique but not necessarily useful item, a Cloak of Billowing. This item soon becomes a regular part of his attire, making him able to draw attention as he has it billowing dramatically behind him, finding this great for his more in depth performances. Upon reaching the island he will take off the offer and join the adventure to earn more fame and money. He hopes one day when his days of adventuring are done to open up a tavern to house performances for the world's best performers.
If it is ok the Cloak of Billowing is only a common magic item but it just seemed to fit with the personality I was going for with him as an over the top and attention grabbing bard.
Also I just wanted to know if I was to supposed to join the campaign or should I wait until you decide on whether or not my character is accepted?
Create any character you want to use as long as you agree and follow the conditions above. I'll be screening them and if they pass I'll post your name above.
If there are six characters approved before the week ends, recruitment will be closed and schedule of campaign will be sent to the players.
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Hey, I'd like to join your campaign! I think I can bring that fun humor factor you're talking about and I'm frustrated with people not posting frequently so I'll be posting multiple times a day. I had this idea for a ranger that I'd like to try, tell me what you think.
Jeff was a skilled adventurer, more specifically, a skilled archer. He had his share of exciting adventures under his belt- most notably, he killed a terrible giant terrorizing livestock in a region, stopped a thieves guild from stealing a mayor's family heirloom and his latest quest, assassinating a murdering sorcerer who had gone mad with power. (On this last quest he managed to get the sorcerers armor, a masterwork studded leather of feather fall- his most prized possession.) Jeff was hailed as a hero and invited as a guest of honor to compete in the region's tournament of champions. He was neck and neck with a druid elf, until the archery competition where Jeff pulled through as the victor! His prize for winning the competition and liberating the local people was a trip to the recently opened vacation island, run by the peaceful goblinoids. During the competition, however, the Lord's daughter took a liking to Jeff and when he went to collect his prize he was cornered and offered her hand in marriage. Jeff had just killed that bastard sorcerer and won the tournament over that cocky elf (that guy is a prick) so he was looking like a fine suitor for the Lord's daughter. There was one catch.
-She was hideous. Brutal, actually, as her mother was a half orc, so she was a quarter orc. Which meant that she looked totally human, just with gaudy orc features. Jeff was caught off guard, this Lord was relatively powerful and he didn't want to offend him. But he couldn't possibly marry Sarah-Bell, it wasn't even a question. He thought quickly and agreed that in the morning they would marry and honeymoon on the islands with the trip he had received! However, he stole away in the dead of night and rode directly to the coast.
He enjoyed a few glorious days on the beach, relaxing and taking in the sun, until he recognized the Lord's right-hand-man (followed by two thugs) walking up the beach.) He scrambled to his feet and ran inland. He had heard rumors of an expedition soon to be underway by the goblinoids. He knew the Lord would be watching the docks, if he was caught he would certainly be killed, or worse- forced to marry Sarah-Bell! He quickly got in touch with a contact he had made and joined the expedition. He just hopes they leave soon enough to escape the lord and his battleaxe of a daughter. Bring on the adventure- it's got to be easier than marrying her!
(Thanks for your consideration man! Look forward to hearing from you! I PM'd this to you but thought I'd put it up here too.)
Rinc Hu dragged himself from the bones of the undead Minotaur and looked at his surroundings. Underneath the Minotaur was the corpse of an owlbear...the Minotaur's axe embedded in it's back. Shattered bones beneath the owlbears paws and inside it's jaws. They had done for each other. Rinc heard the hoot of an owl....somewhere in the woods. The last Rinc remembered was standing in front of the Minotaur and trying to raise his shield at an incoming fireball...too slow....too slow....He winced as he felt the third degree burns across his right side and sword arm.
He had failed...first at being a thief...then at being part of the town watch...and finally he had failed his comrades when the undead horde had rolled in. They were all dead.....or likely undead. He felt a pang for Jamari and his son, although he hadn't got to know any of them that well.
No sword, no shield. However a smile started to slowly appear across his face....his flask was there. He brought the ale flask to his lips and took a short sip. He began to think about what that vile old Threeteeths used to go on about before he got made dead. A tropical paradise...Merdville? Mardervain? Mardhill? Far from any undead and nercromancers. It was time for a vacation.
Rinc Hu - Variant Human Fighter / Champion......(previously known as Firen of the Town Watch. Likes his ale a little too much. Dubious background.)
You were asked to meet at Seashell Beach before sunrise, located on the northern part of the island to meet with other adventurers that were recruited.
You see why it was called Seashell Beach because instead of the white sand you normally see that surrounds the island, you see different colors and sizes of seashells. It was hard walking through this kind of terrain but you tried your best to walk on it.
You see a fire genasi escorted by three hobgoblins covered in heavy armor. They removed his manacles and one of them speaks
"Now be good, play nice, and don't cause trouble to your new friends. You can have a chat with them while your group waits for the Grand Advisor."
As the sun rises, you see more clearly of your fellow adventurers.
(Give a simple introduction of your character)
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Yawning from near the back of the group is a half-elf man in his mid twenties. He has a long braided mane of blond hair that reaches to the centre of his back, which lightly moves with the beachside wind. He rubs a bit of sleep from his scarlet red eyes as he looks at the current scenario, his low light vision assisting him with seeing the current predicament, then draws his hand over the slight stubble that is on his chin. With his other hand pats some of the sand from his bright red overcoat that was covering part of the golden pattern in the left corner that seems to resemble some sort of bird. He seems to regret wearing soft soled shoes which share a similar design to his coat, as it was quite uncomfortable traversing over the shells on the way here.
If only I had the ability to fly, he internally ponders in his mind as he looks at this genasi and hobgobins arrive. It would've saved me plenty of footsore on the way here.
Using his small size to move past the rest of the group, a well dressed halfling sidles to the front of the gathered adventurers. He nimbly climbs up onto a barrel that had "conveniently" been put there, this making him high enough that he was no longer face to face with most people's groin. Upon closer inspection it was clear that he cared deeply for his appearance as he had his orange hair and goutee neatly trimmed. This image was finished off by a fine crimson cloak that adorned his back, billowing despite the lack of wind. To most he would look out of place as he had no weapons on him other then a pair of daggers, looking more like he belonged back in the tavern instead of signing up for what could be a deadly adventure.
"I apologize if I am late my fine friends, but it would have be unbelievably rude of me to deny this wonderful woman I met her request to share a meal with me. Besides that have any of you heard of a halfling that would skip a meal?" As he spoke the halfling drew one of his daggers and began to throw and catch it like one might do with a ball.
With his long bow and quiver over his shoulder so that it laid across his torso, Jeff walked relatively quietly over the shells- despite his boots and the grating shells make on one another when walked on. He was a well built human man, he had wavy Brown hair and a scruffy 5 o clock shadow, his well oiled armor seemed to glisten in the sunlight and his hand was on the hilt of his shiethed long sword as he approached the group. He had seen many folk on this island the past few days, so the sight of such a motley crew didn't phase him. He seemed ready to go, and wouldn't stop looking over his shoulder down the beach. He positioned himself in the middle of the group and smiled politely at everyone, giving the odd head nod in a sort of "how do you do" maner.
A rather scrawny dwarf with shocking red hair and sun-kissed skin is quietly observing the group he into which he has been conscripted. He has well-worn clothes underneath a stylized green cloak. He carries a lute slung across his back next to his pack and a thin sword and dagger on his belt. Beneath his long hair and beard, his green eyes look over toward the young half-elf. He makes his way over, a loud crunch of seashells under each boot-step, and says in elven "Good morning to you. Do you happen to know what this is all about then? I may have had a few too many when I agreed to come here. Aye, I must have been drunk to agree to such an early time."
As a hulking grey goliath Riskah makes their way over to the group, dressed in simple monks cloths they are quite unremarkable with the exception of their size. Being nearly seven feet tall Riskah has trouble blending in most places. Their lack of armor makes them seem a bit extra out of place. In a quiet unassuming voice they inquire to the group,
"Well hello I presume you are all here about this adventure? Well met. My name is Riskah isnt this sun wonderful?"
Their feet are bare and they wiggle their toes in shells they are not happy about the many new cuts but their face does not betray their feelings
*Sen'ra takes a drink from a hip flask* "It's a little bright for my tastes. Speaking of a drink, want any?" he says as he squints into the light and offers the dwarf his flask. Senra is a large, hulking behemoth of a man, with bright red skin and wind tossed orange hair with blonde accents that make his head look like it's swirling in flames. He is covered from neck to toe in heavy plate armor, with a javelin that arcs with blue lightning and a well worn shield. Along with these he carries a dagger, 4 javelins, 2 hand axes, and a longsword.
DM for:Reign of VillainsPlayer for:Tildian Hopsprite - Halfling Warlock 1 (Smiles all around!)Sen'ra Esghal - Fire Genasi Barbarian, Path of the Berserker 4 (Adventurers never rests!) (Angry and drunk.) Silthen Ehten - Drow Elf Storm Sorcerer 1 (The Search For The Sacred Shards)
Rinc Hu nods at Sen'ra and takes a sip from his own ale flask. He wears leather armor that has seen better days with clothes to match. A glove covers part of of his sword arm, however old burn wounds can be seen where it ends and along the right side of his neck. Everything is old and worn including a dented shield strapped to his back, some hand axes, and a longbow that has seen better days. All except for a longsword that hangs at his hip. The shine from the pommel tells that this is a special weapon, even with the blade being sheathed. "Name is Rinc. I"m here on vacation...however it appears that you can either have time or money, but not both, so here I am."
A few minutes have passed, you see someone flying with the sun on his back. It slowly descends and as it comes closer and closer, you see a goblin wearing a blue robe adorned with crashing wave patterns along its edges.
He lands right in the middle of the group and begins to ask one of the hobgoblins.
"Captain, are they the only ones who showed up?"
He replies,
"Unfortunately, most of the adventurers are currently taking a vacation and doesn't want bother fighting . Only a handful came for the recruitment and we have to get a prisoner just to fill the slots."
The goblin sighs and says
"Well, this is better than nothing."
He begins to take a look at your group
"Good morning adventurers, as you see there is not that much of you that came. I was about to make a tournament of some sort to test who is the best to handle the situation but I guess I'll have to make a little bit of adjustment.
The task you're required to do is not easy, therefore to prove your worth you must head towards the center of town and go to the Taskmaster's Hall.
A recent storm just popped out of nowhere and caused a bit of a problem for the citizens, flooding the halls with requests. There you will find contracts that requires you to pay 5 gp for each person that wants to take it. Of course, there is a reward depending on what the contract says.
Complete one contract and we will meet here again at the end of the week."
"The Grand Advisor wants us to tell you guys some parts of the town so listen carefully.
There are a few establishments here since we just recently opened the port. There is local blacksmith that sells weapons and armor here called Ye Olde Bugbears, owned by an old bugbear couple. Next is a shop that sells general merchandise, Garbanzo's Magnificent Store, run by a family of goblins. Lastly, a newly opened inn catered for tourists, Wavecaller's Resort and Restaurant, they have rooms depending on your budget.
Some establishments doesn't open until dusk. You may ask the receptionist at the inn for more information.
Okay men, we have finished our orders. Let's get the hell out of here. This beach hurts my feet."
The hobgoblin captain and the soldiers walks away.
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Upon hearing that he would have to pay just to undertake what would more then likely be a simple task, Alton huffs and begins to grumbles. In his head he goes over the funds he currently has. With a sigh he realizes that with the cost of the trip and his time already spent on the island he had less coins then he would prefer. Seeing no other way then to suck it up, the halfling bard catches his dagger and returns it to the sheath on his right hip before sliding off of the barrel he had taken as a seat.
As he makes his way off of the beach he makes sure to carefully step around the shells and rocks, his cloak continuing to billow. He will head farther into the town to find the Taskmaster Hall in order to get the contract he needed to join the quest they had met up to learn of.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Sounds like fun. My character is Sen'ra, a Fire Genasi Barbarian who's backstory is this. He was a bodyguard who protected many important people, but ended up killing them accidentally through his love of ale and hard liquor. He was run out of his town and decided to come here for a new start, to regroup his thoughts and try to shake his addiction, but got into trouble on the very first night, getting into a bar brawl and having his ass kicked by the many goblinoids. He was thrown in jail, and is faced with a choice. Join the adventure or be executed. He attempted to run first, but was again beaten senseless and given the same choice. So, he reluctantly accepted. But he secretly prayed for a god to let him off the hook, and while drunk, went out in a heavy storm to make an offering of a dead branch. As he shouted to the gods he believed he could see, he raised the dead branch, and was immediately struck by lightning, which turned into his main weapon, his Javelin of Lightning. But other than being in tremendous pain and having a new weapon, he was not able to get out of the adventure. For Sen'ra, this adventure is mostly a quest to figure out a way to be sober for more than five minutes at a time.
DM for: Reign of Villains Player for: Tildian Hopsprite - Halfling Warlock 1 (Smiles all around!) Sen'ra Esghal - Fire Genasi Barbarian, Path of the Berserker 4 (Adventurers never rests!) (Angry and drunk.) Silthen Ehten - Drow Elf Storm Sorcerer 1 (The Search For The Sacred Shards)
Confirmed players:
1. Alpha_Zenith_13
2. pokepaladdy
3. DarthDrizzt
4. Steedling
5. Skillmore
6. Hemonectar
I would like to join as well if a spot is still open. I would be playing Alton Burrows a halfling Bard who is a part of the college of Swords. He travels the land performing for people both with his skills as a musician and his skills as knife thrower and dagger combatant. He was traveling the countryside when he heard of the islands opening their ports to welcome adventurers and tourists. Seeing this as a chance to find a new audience to perform for, he throws on his finest clothes and boarded a ship with thoughts of adding to his fame in the forefront of his mind. On the trip he gains the fancy of a noble woman who gifts him with a rather unique but not necessarily useful item, a Cloak of Billowing. This item soon becomes a regular part of his attire, making him able to draw attention as he has it billowing dramatically behind him, finding this great for his more in depth performances. Upon reaching the island he will take off the offer and join the adventure to earn more fame and money. He hopes one day when his days of adventuring are done to open up a tavern to house performances for the world's best performers.
If it is ok the Cloak of Billowing is only a common magic item but it just seemed to fit with the personality I was going for with him as an over the top and attention grabbing bard.
Also I just wanted to know if I was to supposed to join the campaign or should I wait until you decide on whether or not my character is accepted?
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Create any character you want to use as long as you agree and follow the conditions above. I'll be screening them and if they pass I'll post your name above.
If there are six characters approved before the week ends, recruitment will be closed and schedule of campaign will be sent to the players.
Understood. I will make suremtomwork out more of his backstorynfrom my post above but I hope he is acceptable so far.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Hey, I'd like to join your campaign! I think I can bring that fun humor factor you're talking about and I'm frustrated with people not posting frequently so I'll be posting multiple times a day. I had this idea for a ranger that I'd like to try, tell me what you think.
Jeff was a skilled adventurer, more specifically, a skilled archer. He had his share of exciting adventures under his belt- most notably, he killed a terrible giant terrorizing livestock in a region, stopped a thieves guild from stealing a mayor's family heirloom and his latest quest, assassinating a murdering sorcerer who had gone mad with power. (On this last quest he managed to get the sorcerers armor, a masterwork studded leather of feather fall- his most prized possession.) Jeff was hailed as a hero and invited as a guest of honor to compete in the region's tournament of champions. He was neck and neck with a druid elf, until the archery competition where Jeff pulled through as the victor! His prize for winning the competition and liberating the local people was a trip to the recently opened vacation island, run by the peaceful goblinoids. During the competition, however, the Lord's daughter took a liking to Jeff and when he went to collect his prize he was cornered and offered her hand in marriage. Jeff had just killed that bastard sorcerer and won the tournament over that cocky elf (that guy is a prick) so he was looking like a fine suitor for the Lord's daughter. There was one catch.
-She was hideous. Brutal, actually, as her mother was a half orc, so she was a quarter orc. Which meant that she looked totally human, just with gaudy orc features. Jeff was caught off guard, this Lord was relatively powerful and he didn't want to offend him. But he couldn't possibly marry Sarah-Bell, it wasn't even a question. He thought quickly and agreed that in the morning they would marry and honeymoon on the islands with the trip he had received! However, he stole away in the dead of night and rode directly to the coast.
He enjoyed a few glorious days on the beach, relaxing and taking in the sun, until he recognized the Lord's right-hand-man (followed by two thugs) walking up the beach.) He scrambled to his feet and ran inland. He had heard rumors of an expedition soon to be underway by the goblinoids. He knew the Lord would be watching the docks, if he was caught he would certainly be killed, or worse- forced to marry Sarah-Bell! He quickly got in touch with a contact he had made and joined the expedition. He just hopes they leave soon enough to escape the lord and his battleaxe of a daughter. Bring on the adventure- it's got to be easier than marrying her!
(Thanks for your consideration man! Look forward to hearing from you! I PM'd this to you but thought I'd put it up here too.)
Rinc Hu dragged himself from the bones of the undead Minotaur and looked at his surroundings. Underneath the Minotaur was the corpse of an owlbear...the Minotaur's axe embedded in it's back. Shattered bones beneath the owlbears paws and inside it's jaws. They had done for each other. Rinc heard the hoot of an owl....somewhere in the woods. The last Rinc remembered was standing in front of the Minotaur and trying to raise his shield at an incoming fireball...too slow....too slow....He winced as he felt the third degree burns across his right side and sword arm.
He had failed...first at being a thief...then at being part of the town watch...and finally he had failed his comrades when the undead horde had rolled in. They were all dead.....or likely undead. He felt a pang for Jamari and his son, although he hadn't got to know any of them that well.
No sword, no shield. However a smile started to slowly appear across his face....his flask was there. He brought the ale flask to his lips and took a short sip. He began to think about what that vile old Threeteeths used to go on about before he got made dead. A tropical paradise...Merdville? Mardervain? Mardhill? Far from any undead and nercromancers. It was time for a vacation.
Rinc Hu - Variant Human Fighter / Champion......(previously known as Firen of the Town Watch. Likes his ale a little too much. Dubious background.)
I'll make an exception for you. Slots are now full, I'll make another thread in case I need to recruit players.
You were asked to meet at Seashell Beach before sunrise, located on the northern part of the island to meet with other adventurers that were recruited.
You see why it was called Seashell Beach because instead of the white sand you normally see that surrounds the island, you see different colors and sizes of seashells. It was hard walking through this kind of terrain but you tried your best to walk on it.
You see a fire genasi escorted by three hobgoblins covered in heavy armor. They removed his manacles and one of them speaks
"Now be good, play nice, and don't cause trouble to your new friends. You can have a chat with them while your group waits for the Grand Advisor."
As the sun rises, you see more clearly of your fellow adventurers.
(Give a simple introduction of your character)
Yawning from near the back of the group is a half-elf man in his mid twenties. He has a long braided mane of blond hair that reaches to the centre of his back, which lightly moves with the beachside wind. He rubs a bit of sleep from his scarlet red eyes as he looks at the current scenario, his low light vision assisting him with seeing the current predicament, then draws his hand over the slight stubble that is on his chin. With his other hand pats some of the sand from his bright red overcoat that was covering part of the golden pattern in the left corner that seems to resemble some sort of bird. He seems to regret wearing soft soled shoes which share a similar design to his coat, as it was quite uncomfortable traversing over the shells on the way here.
If only I had the ability to fly, he internally ponders in his mind as he looks at this genasi and hobgobins arrive. It would've saved me plenty of footsore on the way here.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Using his small size to move past the rest of the group, a well dressed halfling sidles to the front of the gathered adventurers. He nimbly climbs up onto a barrel that had "conveniently" been put there, this making him high enough that he was no longer face to face with most people's groin. Upon closer inspection it was clear that he cared deeply for his appearance as he had his orange hair and goutee neatly trimmed. This image was finished off by a fine crimson cloak that adorned his back, billowing despite the lack of wind. To most he would look out of place as he had no weapons on him other then a pair of daggers, looking more like he belonged back in the tavern instead of signing up for what could be a deadly adventure.
"I apologize if I am late my fine friends, but it would have be unbelievably rude of me to deny this wonderful woman I met her request to share a meal with me. Besides that have any of you heard of a halfling that would skip a meal?" As he spoke the halfling drew one of his daggers and began to throw and catch it like one might do with a ball.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
With his long bow and quiver over his shoulder so that it laid across his torso, Jeff walked relatively quietly over the shells- despite his boots and the grating shells make on one another when walked on. He was a well built human man, he had wavy Brown hair and a scruffy 5 o clock shadow, his well oiled armor seemed to glisten in the sunlight and his hand was on the hilt of his shiethed long sword as he approached the group. He had seen many folk on this island the past few days, so the sight of such a motley crew didn't phase him. He seemed ready to go, and wouldn't stop looking over his shoulder down the beach. He positioned himself in the middle of the group and smiled politely at everyone, giving the odd head nod in a sort of "how do you do" maner.
A rather scrawny dwarf with shocking red hair and sun-kissed skin is quietly observing the group he into which he has been conscripted. He has well-worn clothes underneath a stylized green cloak. He carries a lute slung across his back next to his pack and a thin sword and dagger on his belt. Beneath his long hair and beard, his green eyes look over toward the young half-elf. He makes his way over, a loud crunch of seashells under each boot-step, and says in elven "Good morning to you. Do you happen to know what this is all about then? I may have had a few too many when I agreed to come here. Aye, I must have been drunk to agree to such an early time."
As a hulking grey goliath Riskah makes their way over to the group, dressed in simple monks cloths they are quite unremarkable with the exception of their size. Being nearly seven feet tall Riskah has trouble blending in most places. Their lack of armor makes them seem a bit extra out of place. In a quiet unassuming voice they inquire to the group,
"Well hello I presume you are all here about this adventure? Well met. My name is Riskah isnt this sun wonderful?"
Their feet are bare and they wiggle their toes in shells they are not happy about the many new cuts but their face does not betray their feelings
*Sen'ra takes a drink from a hip flask* "It's a little bright for my tastes. Speaking of a drink, want any?" he says as he squints into the light and offers the dwarf his flask. Senra is a large, hulking behemoth of a man, with bright red skin and wind tossed orange hair with blonde accents that make his head look like it's swirling in flames. He is covered from neck to toe in heavy plate armor, with a javelin that arcs with blue lightning and a well worn shield. Along with these he carries a dagger, 4 javelins, 2 hand axes, and a longsword.
DM for: Reign of Villains Player for: Tildian Hopsprite - Halfling Warlock 1 (Smiles all around!) Sen'ra Esghal - Fire Genasi Barbarian, Path of the Berserker 4 (Adventurers never rests!) (Angry and drunk.) Silthen Ehten - Drow Elf Storm Sorcerer 1 (The Search For The Sacred Shards)
Rinc Hu nods at Sen'ra and takes a sip from his own ale flask. He wears leather armor that has seen better days with clothes to match. A glove covers part of of his sword arm, however old burn wounds can be seen where it ends and along the right side of his neck. Everything is old and worn including a dented shield strapped to his back, some hand axes, and a longbow that has seen better days. All except for a longsword that hangs at his hip. The shine from the pommel tells that this is a special weapon, even with the blade being sheathed. "Name is Rinc. I"m here on vacation...however it appears that you can either have time or money, but not both, so here I am."
A few minutes have passed, you see someone flying with the sun on his back. It slowly descends and as it comes closer and closer, you see a goblin wearing a blue robe adorned with crashing wave patterns along its edges.
He lands right in the middle of the group and begins to ask one of the hobgoblins.
"Captain, are they the only ones who showed up?"
He replies,
"Unfortunately, most of the adventurers are currently taking a vacation and doesn't want bother fighting . Only a handful came for the recruitment and we have to get a prisoner just to fill the slots."
The goblin sighs and says
"Well, this is better than nothing."
He begins to take a look at your group
"Good morning adventurers, as you see there is not that much of you that came. I was about to make a tournament of some sort to test who is the best to handle the situation but I guess I'll have to make a little bit of adjustment.
The task you're required to do is not easy, therefore to prove your worth you must head towards the center of town and go to the Taskmaster's Hall.
A recent storm just popped out of nowhere and caused a bit of a problem for the citizens, flooding the halls with requests. There you will find contracts that requires you to pay 5 gp for each person that wants to take it. Of course, there is a reward depending on what the contract says.
Complete one contract and we will meet here again at the end of the week."
He begins to cast Fly
"Now I must go, my people needs me"
He flies through the sky going towards the east. You see a large castle located on top of the cliffs that has an overlooking view of the island.
The hobgoblin captain begins to speak
"The Grand Advisor wants us to tell you guys some parts of the town so listen carefully.
There are a few establishments here since we just recently opened the port. There is local blacksmith that sells weapons and armor here called Ye Olde Bugbears, owned by an old bugbear couple. Next is a shop that sells general merchandise, Garbanzo's Magnificent Store, run by a family of goblins. Lastly, a newly opened inn catered for tourists, Wavecaller's Resort and Restaurant, they have rooms depending on your budget.
Some establishments doesn't open until dusk. You may ask the receptionist at the inn for more information.
Okay men, we have finished our orders. Let's get the hell out of here. This beach hurts my feet."
The hobgoblin captain and the soldiers walks away.
Upon hearing that he would have to pay just to undertake what would more then likely be a simple task, Alton huffs and begins to grumbles. In his head he goes over the funds he currently has. With a sigh he realizes that with the cost of the trip and his time already spent on the island he had less coins then he would prefer. Seeing no other way then to suck it up, the halfling bard catches his dagger and returns it to the sheath on his right hip before sliding off of the barrel he had taken as a seat.
As he makes his way off of the beach he makes sure to carefully step around the shells and rocks, his cloak continuing to billow. He will head farther into the town to find the Taskmaster Hall in order to get the contract he needed to join the quest they had met up to learn of.
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