You wake up in the Catzar Knight's barracks, to the sound of a young man banging on your door.
"Come one everyone. Rise and shine. It's almost time for you to meet the High Priest. Make yourselves presentable, and wait in front of your door for further instructions."
Morgan Diamondhammer has been wide awake for many hours. A dwarf of 5'2", he stands tall among his race. He has a huge beard, and lots of facial hair. He is dressed in his traveler's clothes, which are also his normal clothes. He looks around at the vicinity. "Alright, if you've got instructions just give them to us already. I don't know about these slowpokes but I'm ready to go." He yells at the others: "We've got instructions, and you're supposed to be up by now. Up! Up!"
Anastasia is a Female Dwarf who follows the Faith of the Forge, a religion that serves the gods of metalwork. Members of this faith often compose of blacksmiths, and other metal workers in general. This happens to be one of many accepted religious practices of Catzar City. (For her looks, find the Forge Cleric image in XGtE, Anastasia was inspired by this image) She is known as the Head Priest of the specific church she goes to (not as high of rank as the one we're planning on meeting). She generally teaches two things, the typical teaching of the Faith of the Forge, and being a decent person to the world, especially by using the weapons and other metal creations they make for the benefit of the people. Her church has helped in protecting the Olspry Province by providing weapons to those directly protecting the province. She has now decided to directly help defend it herself, left the church to a friend of hers, and went to where they are now.
When she wakes up, she gives a little prayer, dons her armor and weapons that she possesses, and gets ready to head out.
Morgan Diamondhammer has been wide awake for many hours. A dwarf of 5'2", he stands tall among his race. He has a huge beard, and lots of facial hair. He is dressed in his traveler's clothes, which are also his normal clothes. He looks around at the vicinity. "Alright, if you've got instructions just give them to us already. I don't know about these slowpokes but I'm ready to go." He yells at the others: "We've got instructions, and you're supposed to be up by now. Up! Up!"
Circi, while excited to get more involved in the affairs of the outside world, hadn't been expecting to end up in the middle of a multi-kingdom conflict such as this. She wakes up easily, never one to complain about rising early, but the banging on doors and yelling is something she could have done without. If you we less of a spineless softy you'd shut them up right now,a particularly aggravating voice complains in her ear, and she rolls her eyes, electing to ignore him. With a sigh, the copper skinned wood elf pulls back her dark maroon locs and makes haste in dressing herself. Once her belongings are secured in her pack, she makes her way to the door.
"Good morning to you too," she says as she exits her room.
"No idea. Apparently, we're meeting the high priest or somewhat. Now we're supposed to wait for further instructions." *snort* "I'm ready to go right this instant, who cares about waiting?" *directs voice towards door* "Ya hear that? I gettin bored waiting for these slow ones to drag themselves outa their comfy comfy beds!"
Merad is a 6'4” Half-Orc and weighing 240 pounds. He wakes with a stretch and yawn and eyes the commotion in the room. He turns and dresses in his freshly cleaned and pressed clothes. Merad's mother warned him a meeting with superiors would come soon, and he was prepared. He dons the amulet of his Faith, given to him by the priests of the Temple of Life in Catzar, and grabs his quarterstaff.
"Sounds like it's best not to keep this one waiting." He says.
He moves towards the door to exit with the others.
"I have to admit I am anxious to see what this is about," Circi chuckles, "Hopefully they don't have us waiting here for long. I'm Circi, by the way! It's a pleasure to meet you both." She bows her head in greeting.
Theron Pyllae is already awake, sitting on his bed, checking on his weapon, a large black glaive. He didn't sleep well, partly because he hasn't had a good sleep since he heard the news about his old mentor and partly because of the excitement that this job seems big enough to collect resources (both in terms of gold and reputation) to bail out Aric. When he stands up others can see a tall and muscular man, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles in his early 30s. He has short, dark hair and piercing green eyes that seem to miss nothing. His face is chiseled and handsome, with a strong jawline and a thin mustache. As he stands up he starts to put on his black chain mail armor. A watchful observer would have seen the small silver etchings on it.
After you all got acquainted, a man with a near perfect complexion (black hair, white skin, very muscular) opens the door at the end of the hall. He seems human enough, but when you see is piercing yellow eyes, you know he's at least half Aasimar.
Seeing that you are all out of your rooms ready to go, he turns around and walks away without waiting for you to follow.
"You should all already know why you've been summoned to Catzar, but I'm duty bound to 'refresh' your memory.
You've been summoned here to serve as Catzarian mercenaries. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to infiltrate, survey, and if possible, destroy the Funiss' 8 Houses of Death. The Funiss Dynasty has recently started making moves on the rest of the continent, and we want to know their plans so we can stop them before any needless deaths occur. Of course, if you are caught and or killed, we will claim to know nothing, as to not cause a needless war, but if you are successful, you shall be praised as heroes of the City of Catzar, and possibly the whole of Shell Island.
We are now going to the high priest to receive the god's blessings, and after that we will go to the armory to stalk you up on supplies.
As Merad walks down the hall behind the man, he nods in understanding.
"I hope you'll have some equipment to make us look the part? My understanding is that the folk of the Dynasty dress strangely, though I'm not well acquainted with them. Oh! And your name Sir? Will we be reporting to you directly?" Merad muses.
Merad beams with pride to be chosen for such a mission and glances eagerly around at his new friends, his greyish eyes brighter now than when he first woke up.
Morgran Diamondhammer says, "I don't know, but if I'm going to have to work with you guys... well, at least that one got up early." as he gestures towards the half orc.
Morgran Diamondhammer says, "I don't know, but if I'm going to have to work with you guys... well, at least that one got up early." as he gestures towards the half orc.
Morgran Diamondhammer says, "I don't know, but if I'm going to have to work with you guys... well, at least that one got up early." as he gestures towards the half orc.
Theron turns to Morgran with a surprised face.
"Looks like you forgot about me, pal" - then he lets out a half smile.
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Player: Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2) DM: Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
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Hello Everyone! Here we go:
You wake up in the Catzar Knight's barracks, to the sound of a young man banging on your door.
"Come one everyone. Rise and shine. It's almost time for you to meet the High Priest. Make yourselves presentable, and wait in front of your door for further instructions."
OOC: Go ahead and describe yourselves everyone.
-Archie
Morgan Diamondhammer has been wide awake for many hours. A dwarf of 5'2", he stands tall among his race. He has a huge beard, and lots of facial hair. He is dressed in his traveler's clothes, which are also his normal clothes. He looks around at the vicinity. "Alright, if you've got instructions just give them to us already. I don't know about these slowpokes but I'm ready to go." He yells at the others: "We've got instructions, and you're supposed to be up by now. Up! Up!"
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.
Anastasia is a Female Dwarf who follows the Faith of the Forge, a religion that serves the gods of metalwork. Members of this faith often compose of blacksmiths, and other metal workers in general. This happens to be one of many accepted religious practices of Catzar City. (For her looks, find the Forge Cleric image in XGtE, Anastasia was inspired by this image) She is known as the Head Priest of the specific church she goes to (not as high of rank as the one we're planning on meeting). She generally teaches two things, the typical teaching of the Faith of the Forge, and being a decent person to the world, especially by using the weapons and other metal creations they make for the benefit of the people. Her church has helped in protecting the Olspry Province by providing weapons to those directly protecting the province. She has now decided to directly help defend it herself, left the church to a friend of hers, and went to where they are now.
When she wakes up, she gives a little prayer, dons her armor and weapons that she possesses, and gets ready to head out.
(Would our characters already know each other?)
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"I'm up, I'm up!"
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
OOC: none of you know each other, no.
-Archie
Circi, while excited to get more involved in the affairs of the outside world, hadn't been expecting to end up in the middle of a multi-kingdom conflict such as this. She wakes up easily, never one to complain about rising early, but the banging on doors and yelling is something she could have done without. If you we less of a spineless softy you'd shut them up right now, a particularly aggravating voice complains in her ear, and she rolls her eyes, electing to ignore him. With a sigh, the copper skinned wood elf pulls back her dark maroon locs and makes haste in dressing herself. Once her belongings are secured in her pack, she makes her way to the door.
"Good morning to you too," she says as she exits her room.
As Anastasia is leaving with the group, she says "What's with the tension this morning?"
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"No idea. Apparently, we're meeting the high priest or somewhat. Now we're supposed to wait for further instructions." *snort* "I'm ready to go right this instant, who cares about waiting?" *directs voice towards door* "Ya hear that? I gettin bored waiting for these slow ones to drag themselves outa their comfy comfy beds!"
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.
Merad is a 6'4” Half-Orc and weighing 240 pounds. He wakes with a stretch and yawn and eyes the commotion in the room. He turns and dresses in his freshly cleaned and pressed clothes. Merad's mother warned him a meeting with superiors would come soon, and he was prepared. He dons the amulet of his Faith, given to him by the priests of the Temple of Life in Catzar, and grabs his quarterstaff.
"Sounds like it's best not to keep this one waiting." He says.
He moves towards the door to exit with the others.
"I have to admit I am anxious to see what this is about," Circi chuckles, "Hopefully they don't have us waiting here for long. I'm Circi, by the way! It's a pleasure to meet you both." She bows her head in greeting.
Theron Pyllae is already awake, sitting on his bed, checking on his weapon, a large black glaive. He didn't sleep well, partly because he hasn't had a good sleep since he heard the news about his old mentor and partly because of the excitement that this job seems big enough to collect resources (both in terms of gold and reputation) to bail out Aric. When he stands up others can see a tall and muscular man, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles in his early 30s. He has short, dark hair and piercing green eyes that seem to miss nothing. His face is chiseled and handsome, with a strong jawline and a thin mustache. As he stands up he starts to put on his black chain mail armor. A watchful observer would have seen the small silver etchings on it.
"I'm ready when you are!"
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
After you all got acquainted, a man with a near perfect complexion (black hair, white skin, very muscular) opens the door at the end of the hall. He seems human enough, but when you see is piercing yellow eyes, you know he's at least half Aasimar.
Seeing that you are all out of your rooms ready to go, he turns around and walks away without waiting for you to follow.
"You should all already know why you've been summoned to Catzar, but I'm duty bound to 'refresh' your memory.
You've been summoned here to serve as Catzarian mercenaries. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to infiltrate, survey, and if possible, destroy the Funiss' 8 Houses of Death. The Funiss Dynasty has recently started making moves on the rest of the continent, and we want to know their plans so we can stop them before any needless deaths occur. Of course, if you are caught and or killed, we will claim to know nothing, as to not cause a needless war, but if you are successful, you shall be praised as heroes of the City of Catzar, and possibly the whole of Shell Island.
We are now going to the high priest to receive the god's blessings, and after that we will go to the armory to stalk you up on supplies.
Any questions?"
-Archie
As Merad walks down the hall behind the man, he nods in understanding.
"I hope you'll have some equipment to make us look the part? My understanding is that the folk of the Dynasty dress strangely, though I'm not well acquainted with them. Oh! And your name Sir? Will we be reporting to you directly?" Merad muses.
Merad beams with pride to be chosen for such a mission and glances eagerly around at his new friends, his greyish eyes brighter now than when he first woke up.
Morgran yawns and slowly walks behind the man.
"Nice to meet you guys. I guess."
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.
Theron quickly follows the Catzarian officer not to lose any step.
"Are we supposed to work alone or in group as a task force?"
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
Morgran Diamondhammer says, "I don't know, but if I'm going to have to work with you guys... well, at least that one got up early." as he gestures towards the half orc.
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.
Circi turns to the Aasimar, "I'd also like to know if we're meant to be working together."
"Yeah, I'd also like to know"
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Theron turns to Morgran with a surprised face.
"Looks like you forgot about me, pal" - then he lets out a half smile.
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express