The Goliath listens and shows a look of interest, there was a lot of points that were made, and the job pays well, not only that, as a Gold Ranking member of the guild, Marcus being a Platinum Guild Member out ranked him, they could use some extra muscle, one that one even slow them down.
"You make a good point, we might make less gold but with your help we won't have to spend it on preparations either. We are also going near the main lands so it would be good to have someone who is more... accustomed to the area. Sounds good to me, I'm sure the other clan mates would be glad to have a Platinum Guild Member helping us out."
The Goliath said as he lets the parchment go, "Don't think I got your name. I'm Tark Ironridge, Shaman of the Ironridge Clan."
Backstory: This month marked the twelfth anniversary of Jillian's passing. From the moment he had seen the small babe bundled in his mother's arms, his life's purpose was to be his sister’s devoted protector. It was easy in the early days, bandaging a scraped knee or chasing off a stray that had followed her home. But that did not last. Jillian wanted nothing more than to be hero, defender of the weak and punisher of wrongdoers. It was only natural that she joined the order of paladins and Jackson was helpless but to follow.
After years learning the art of combat and reciting tenets, with Jillian soaking in every word and Jackson quietly grumbling, they set off to change the world. Their journey was slow, Jillian insisted it was their duty to rescue every child lost in a goblin-infested cave, defend every backwater village from bandits and deliver every petty thief to the appropriate authorities. To his dismay, she would often refuse payment for their heroic endeavors, exclaiming they could not possibly take what little the poor souls had to offer and that kindness was reward in itself.
It is said that those with the brightest flames burn the fastest. As Jillian lay on her deathbed, tears rolled down Jackson’s cheeks. He cursed at the unfairness of the world and vowed to spend the rest of his years living the life she would have, upholding the virtues of righteous and serving the commonfolk above all else. Twelve long years passed. The War had been an unending source of people needing assistance and good deeds were a practiced routine for Jackson now. He knew he would never be compelled to goodness for its own sake, but with each forced smile, he had performed all the motions to the letter and he hoped that actions spoke louder than words. The last few months he had spent in Volksun, frequenting the Guild Hall to take postings for requests.
Motive: Living a life of righteousness in honor of his late sister’s memory.
Jackson's eyes roved the job board, searching for a posting where his skills could be of service. After reading every posting, he had finally settled on the perfect one and reached out to grab it. To his surprise, his hand was bumped away, rudely too he thought.
He took a moment to wipe the scowl that had formed on his face and replace it with a clenched smile. "Pardon me, stranger. This the one you want?" He cast his eyes on the parchment, feigning disinterest the best he could. "I was curious myself, but this job doesn't seem to pay so well. Lot of better ones today from the way I see it."
Coriana gets out of her seat and crosses over to the sea elf. “I remember your face… “ she says, “and I want to beg your forgiveness. I helped capture you into slavery many years ago. It’s a filthy business my Captain ordered us into. I never ran humanoid cargo when I had my own ship. Can I buy you a drink? A nice house maybe? Not sure how one makes up for stealing a life.”
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. DM - The Old Keep
That one bounty was grabbed by another hand, standing to your right, a woman in leather and light armor equip with four swords, two on her sides and two on her back stood there beside you. She was swift when snatching the bounty, only to look towards you. "Well for you it might not but to me it does- Oh! My apologies." She then hands you the bounty, seeing as you our rank her as she is a Gold Ranking Member of the Guild. "I may have just grabbed it first but, well, higher ranks get the higher priority, but if you don't mind, maybe I can tag along for this job? I mean, you could use someone like me to scout ahead for you, let you know what you might be talking into? Maybe save you the trouble of some traps?"
A deepening of the etched furrow in Jackson's brow betrayed his internal conflict as he considered the woman's offer. He preferred to work alone the last few years and found a certain appeal to the quiet solitude to mope in his thoughts. However this stranger certainly looked very capable and had already managed to out-speed him once in seizing the bounty. He had to admit her skillset sounded complimentary to his own, a small twinge of pain in his shoulder reminded him of the last trap he had failed to detect.
And Jillian always so welcomed anyone and everyone to come along with us... Remember? The more the merrier?
He signed internally in resignation.
"Ah... of course, of course! It would be a delight to have someone so capable along! A fortuitous meeting indeed!" He hoped his feigned enthusiasm masked the hollowness of his words. "I'm Jackson," he offered, unfurling the bounty she had passed to him and holding it open between them so they could both read the contents.
Backstory: Like many others of my kind, I was separated from my parents from a young age. For as long as I can remember I was housed by a temple of The Raven Queen in the Shadowfell. There I made some friends with other children around my age. We would practice our beliefs and teachings and play together. It was under the doomguides’ guidance I became a Cleric and soon after a Warlock of our Queen. We would go out and petrol the outskirts of our city to keep it safe from the creatures of the Shadowfell. We also would pay visits to residents who need aid as well as prepare burial rites for the citizens.
When I grew older I set out on my own missionary journey with a few of the friends I made at the temple. We would continue to spread the word and teachings of our Queen, protect the city, and perform burial rites for years to come. However, one day we came across a strange mirror. It looked to reflect our world, but the colors were inverted. We have heard of the material plane through travels and tales, although we have never actually been there. This seemed to be a portal into this plane. We looked at each other and decided to take the chance to hopefully spread the word across another plane as well.
As we traveled the Material Plane, we encountered some hardship that we did not expect. The Plane was much brighter than we were used to, not to mention all of the colors, smells, and tastes! A couple of us fell from the shadow curse, our souls being linked to the Shadowfell seemed to want to be dragged back. It is tough to fight the curse, but myself and some of us managed to press on. In some civilizations we were mistaken as Drow. This led us to be attacked suddenly by civilians and guards alike. We soon learned about the wars and struggles the Material Plane was going through. Over time our numbers kept dwindling. Loss from death by the attacks, some wandered off and never returned. In the end I was one to wander away from what was left of the group and get lost.
Thankfully I was able to find my way again through some helpful fellow adventurers that were willing to hear me out. It didn’t take long after I was separated from the others that I heard about a Marcenary’s Guild in Vokun, The City of Shadow. The name for the city seemed quite fitting for where I originally came from. I set out to the city to pursue this Guild.
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Motive: To spread the word of The Raven Queen and to gain a reputation to disprove myself as a Drow.
Prompt: The best way to learn about a civilization is through its marketplace. Upon arriving in Vokrun, Hidra makes her way to the local market. She walks around the streets with grace and dignity. A raven can be seen perched on her shoulder. Her long white hair matches the white tattoos that decorate her dark gray skin. An emblem of The Raven Queen can be seen hanging on her necklace. Despite her graceful appearance, her face is full of wonder as she looks around at all of the shops and people with fascination.
Backstory: In the Outlands to the west of Vokun nestled in the dying forests at the base of the mountains Corvan was born. It was a harsh land fit only for the strong. Various tribes of goblins, orcs, goliath, minotaur and more fight for survival in these lands every day. There would sometimes be alliances, there would sometimes be fighting, but the core life of the Outlands is that it is harsh. Nature is the true king here. Corvan found his strength embracing this nature. Finding a way make the landscape's harsh seasons and brutal wildlife work for him. In turn, this also helped his tribe. He didn't do this alone though. Guided by his mentor he was trained in the ways of the Shaman. Of the Great Wolf. He partook of this diety's faith, long forgotten by most other "civilized" races. It's faith still flourishes with some of the tribes in the Outlands. Corvan believes in the Great Wolf. So much so that she has bestowed upon him power and a mission. The power is a weapon of unknown secrets that was forged from a tree of verdant green and icy snow. A tree that shouldn't exist in the winter but did. With this everything changed for Corvan. He knows what to do next.
Motive: Corvan seeks to strengthen his tribe, empower his diety, find new followers and revive the faith that will save his people and make the outlands a land of abundance.
Prompt: Market
The hunt was good this trip. Having travelled far Corvan came prepared to make a deal. He has slain some prime beasts on the way here and knew the people of Vokun would value the pelts. The pelts would serve as protection of some kind; either as material in some kind of armor or as material for clothing and blankets for protection from the elements. The results was the same. People trying to protect themselves from nature. Corvan doesn't pity them, he encourages this fear of nature. They should respect her and do whatever they can to survive. He asks for directions to a tanner or some merchant that would be interested in purchasing some pelts. Once he is given directions he will seek them out. He won't wait in some line for this merchant. He will just push his way forward and push aside other customers. He pays no attention to any business being conducted because if they don't speak up then they are just sheep for nature to consume. He will place the pelts he has on display for the merchant he was directed to and asks "How much for these pelts?"
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Name:Agnolia Sansborn
Class: Druid 8 / Monk 3
Race: Variant Human
Backstory: Agnolia liked balance in the world. She isn't sure if that appeal brought her closer to nature or the connection to nature instilled the appreciation. In nature there is no good and evil, there is only survival, nothing more, nothing less. Bad things happened in nature, but not with evil intent.
She grew up in a traveling community never staying in one place too long. She took to working for artisans and guilds as a deliver. She never sold items like a merchant and she wasn't crafty enough to create for sale, but she was good at roaming from place to place as needed. She has earned a good reputation for small supply deliveries without needing to hire a caravan.
Motive: Agnolia loves to see the world and she strives to bring balance to world. She hates to see harm being done, just for the sake of it. She was never a fan or recognition but realizes that a good reputation goes a long way in putting her in situations of importance.
Description: Agnolia is of slender build, just shy of average height. She wears her long curly auburn hair in a tight ponytail and dresses in nice dress but not fancy, sime of good quality. She wears no visible armor and walks around with staff, which looks like nothing more then a tall walking stick for traveling and a shoulder bag. She is noticeable but plain and non-threatening enough to blend in a crowd and be forgettable.
Prompt: Market 12
Agnolia walks down the street looking at all the vendors and shoppers alike. Peaceful and prosperous, people trading for the benefit of all involved. She laughs as she overhears the art of negotiation as she walks by, not all art is good! She is in the market today to restock after delivering a supply of potions and ingredients to an apothecary shop owner. She still needs a few more items before she starts looking for her next gig.
(I will wait to see how you would like this to play out. I am open to buying one or more items as play, she not one to steal and doesn't have much to steal so purchasing is easiest way to go)
Class: Sorcerer (Shadow Magic) 1/Warlock (The Undead) 10
Race: Half-Orc
Backstory: Bridgett's life started the same way as many other half-orcs... her father was an half-elf Bard. But unlike most other stories that started this way, Bridgett's father didn't abandon her. He raised her to the best of his abilities, caring for his family and using his musical talents to keep food on the table. He even taught Bridgette how to play the lyre, which was her pride and joy.
But living among Orcs was not without peril. And one unhappy day, the tribe made the mistake of going to war with a nearby Drow city-state. And the servants of Lolth had little mercy when they were victorious. All of the orcs were either killed or enslaved. Bridgette's mother was killed in the attack, and her father forced to flee. Bridgette herself was taken away by the dark elves and enslaved. There she spent years languishing in the Underdark, the dark magic of the region seeping into her very soul as she toiled, her spirit crushed in the hopeless and oppressive darkness.
Then, a most unlikely savior came to her. A being just as broken as she was, with an equally powerful vendetta against the Dark Elves... a lich by the name of Akkron. The lich descended into the Underdark to root out and punish a group of Dark Elves who had murdered his own daughter several centuries ago, when he was still a mortal man. For reasons unknown, Akkron took pity upon Bridgette when he found her there in the darkness... perhaps she reminded him of his lost child. Or perhaps he simply saw in her as a useful pawn in his schemes for vengeance. Regardless of his reasons, the lich freed her from the Drow, killing dozens of their greatest warriors in the process, and took her back to his lair. There, he made a pact with her, granting her a portion of his power in exchange for loyalty to him and aid when called upon. Since then, Bridgette has made a name for herself, known far and wide as a nearly indestructible force of Eldritch power.
Motive: Bridgette's greatest desire is to serve her master faithfully and help him obtain the vengeance that he seeks in order to repay him for saving her and slaying those responsible for her misery. Her close secondary goal is to find out what happened to her father and be re-united with him.
Description: Bridgette is very thin and a bit on the shorter side for a half-orc, and her body bears many scars from a difficult life. She has pale skin that is usually cold to the touch, both as a result of spending several years underground as a slave and from using the magic of her lich patron.
Prompt: Guild Hall (Persuasion) 17 (original roll was 19)
Bridgett sighs as she looks over the job board... nothing really piques her interest, but it's been a while since she's done anything. So here she is.
After a few moments, she chooses a job that pays fairly well and reaches up to take it. At the same moment, another hand darts towards the very same poster. The two of them grab the poster at the same time... Bridgette grunts and looks up at the man.
"Excuse me sir, but I was looking at that," Bridgette says. "Unless you'd like to come join me on this little errand and split the reward, I'd suggest you go ahead and let me have it."
The Goliath listens and shows a look of interest, there was a lot of points that were made, and the job pays well, not only that, as a Gold Ranking member of the guild, Marcus being a Platinum Guild Member out ranked him, they could use some extra muscle, one that one even slow them down.
"You make a good point, we might make less gold but with your help we won't have to spend it on preparations either. We are also going near the main lands so it would be good to have someone who is more... accustomed to the area. Sounds good to me, I'm sure the other clan mates would be glad to have a Platinum Guild Member helping us out."
The Goliath said as he lets the parchment go, "Don't think I got your name. I'm Tark Ironridge, Shaman of the Ironridge Clan."
Marcus nods in agreement, pleased that Tark has come around to the idea of working together.
"Excellent, Tark. I'm Marcus. It's good to have someone with your expertise and strength helping out. I’m sure we can work well together and make this job a success. Let's head out as soon as possible and make some good coin."
Marcus extends his hand for a firm shake, showing respect for Tark's capabilities and experience.
It was when Rixian grabbed the parchment his hand bumped into a rather large and feathery hand, next to him stood an avian, a large, unarmored and unarmed, but tall avian. An Aarakocra, mostly a white plumage with purple streaks and markings and bright yellow eyes. However, when Rixian explained and asked a few questions, the avian simply let the parchment go and chuckles softly.
"HaHa, Well first off, not sure if you noticed, you're in the Mercenaries' Guild, everyone here is either thirsting or settling down from some action. As for my personal reason why I'm here, money is quite nice, honing my skills and- Ah, well, excuse me good sir."
The Aarakocra steps back and gives a soft nod of his head. "I didn't see your rank for a moment, I respect those who surpassed me." There was a shimmer of gold dangling from his necklace, his Guild pendant, he's a Gold ranking member. "Rixian aye? Can't say I've heard of the name but I've heard of your group, think I met a, I want to say a Wood Elf, lady that's handy with a bow who was a part of some Wildland group... it was a while ago of course... Name's Deshaan, Deshaan Y'Gras."
"That's fine. I'm not expecting anyone to remember my name. Even my friends forget too." Rixian smiles faintly as he shifts his dark reddish-platinum pendant across his neck (A colour that is a sign of a curse dragging him down mentally). "So you're guild's rank is gold? Pretty impressive I have to say, even though mine is platinum ranked. Not that I'm bragging of course."
"A pleasure to meet you Deshaan. So you've met Daisy before?" At the mentioning of the Wood Elf archer girl, Rixian was surprised that she herself had met the Aaracockra long before he began to gather his teammates. He curiously swivels to the purple-clothed birdman before fixing his gaze on the missions again... though it did piqued... a tiny bit of his curiosity. "Yeah, she's still with the Wildland Shifters ever since I formed it. She's a very temperamental one for sure. Always bossing people around including myself. Heard she spent her childhood with a kobold name Xenia. That aside, you said you two went on an adventure together before she joined the shifters?" the young Fire Genasi replies though his expression still remains serious.
"I see. You came here for money and improvement? I can respect that. Most of the time whenever my teammates, especially that feisty kitsune Raiden, picks the mission, it was to hone their weakest areas in combat and mental capabilities. But those days are long gone. right now, I came here to settle something personal myself. Though I wished I could side with my team and maybe yours if you'd be willing to..."
The draconic man sits there quietly, the bar tender setting a clay cup in front of him on a small plate, getting a kettle of tea set for him shortly after. When Novena spoke to him, his eyes remain facing forward, pouring himself a cup of tea before holding it both hands, elbows resting on the counter.
"The One Champion of the Dragons..."
He responds in a way as if to correct her, but doing so without turning his face, then having a drink of his tea. He speaks with a deep tone of voice, but slowly, he's in no hassle nor does he show irritation, simply calm and kept to himself.
"Ahh. Pardon me sir. The one champion I see. Didn't mean to disrespect you there. I'm still getting used to names, especially thanks to my buddy here..." She gazes towards the entrance where her guide and companion is standing. "Come in! Why don't you sit down with us to have a drink? I promise there won't be any messy fights during this period. And believe me... I'm sick of this mess too."
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Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
Backstory: (Any rules for Background? Was thinking Simic scientist, but not sure if that works in your world/with the mercenaries guild; otherwise will go for ?)
Thurman was build by one of the great artificers the Mercenary's guild has known. His purpose was to help with all kind of experiments and to help crafting equipment for other guild members. For this purpose he was taught how to channel magic through his tool's, which is how he became an artificer himself. A couple of years back his master died and he was free to go and move where and how he wanted. He stayed with the guild and became a member, which he kind of already was, himself. Helping the guild however was needed, perfecting his artificer skills as well as his fighting skills. One of the fight the mercenaries guild helped in required them to be on horseback, it was than that Thurman created his steel pony (defender) Spud, who has been his fateful companion since then. In the past years he has risen through the guild ranks and since some time he has been living in Vokun while helping with the new guild hall earning him the platinum rank just a few weeks ago.
Motive: Help the guild in whatever way he can, and in the meantime become the greatest artificer the guild has ever seen.
Prompt (Guild hall) Insight check rolled on sheet, 9 : Thurman walks to the boards looking for the sheet he put up there a couple of weeks ago. He reaches forward to move a couple of other postings that hang over it when he feels the bump to his hand
"ah, sorry I hope my metal didn't hurt you? I was just taking a look if there were any new crafting requests for me to take on. What were you looking for? Do you need any new weapon or armor by any chance?"
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The Market Place is busy as always during the afternoon, so many people wondering around and looking over the market stands can leave a lot of opportunity to would-be thieves. Despite Vokun being such a popular city, it barely had a hold for the thieves guild, it's hard to have a a shelter or hide away for thieves when you're right next to the Mercenary's Guild.
Among the crowd there was quite the wide range of options to pick from, nobles who go all out and look as nice as they can, middle class wearing nice clothing, to the less than wealthy farmers and crowds.
(If you're going to pick pocket someone, choose your class from Poor, Middle Class, Shop Keeper, Guard, Noble. Then Have a Roll of Sleight of Hand)
When the rabbit calls out, it didn't get the drake's attention that much. Sitting there as the rabbit introduces himself and speaks so enthusiastically. After their name was spoke, the drake turns to look back past his shoulder, down at the rabbit. "If you insist, I won't stop you, Caerbannog." He's heard many titles but one known as, The Younger, well it made his mind drift for a moment, only for him to turn and face the counter once more. "There are open seats, unless you prefer to remain standing."
A deepening of the etched furrow in Jackson's brow betrayed his internal conflict as he considered the woman's offer. He preferred to work alone the last few years and found a certain appeal to the quiet solitude to mope in his thoughts. However this stranger certainly looked very capable and had already managed to out-speed him once in seizing the bounty. He had to admit her skillset sounded complimentary to his own, a small twinge of pain in his shoulder reminded him of the last trap he had failed to detect.
And Jillian always so welcomed anyone and everyone to come along with us... Remember? The more the merrier?
He signed internally in resignation.
"Ah... of course, of course! It would be a delight to have someone so capable along! A fortuitous meeting indeed!" He hoped his feigned enthusiasm masked the hollowness of his words. "I'm Jackson," he offered, unfurling the bounty she had passed to him and holding it open between them so they could both read the contents.
She introduced herself, half her face covered by the mask that left only her eyes and ears exposed. Luckily that mask didn't muffle her voice either so she spoke clearly with or without it on. She holds the parchment with him, and when he lowers his gaze to reach it, she kept her eyes on him and let the paper go since she already read about it.
It was a Bounty, seems like a Trio of Saber Tooth Tigers have been stirring up some trouble down south by the Dwarven Town of Morbek. The Bounty was paying a Thousand Gold per head, an additional Two Thousand if all three are dealt with. The Bounty continues on that this issue started a month ago, some hunters came through town and were never seen again, that was when these Saber Tooth Tigers went on a rampage and have killed little over three hunting parties and little over a dozen of the town's people. Most of the people who have been killed have been at night and most victims are not eaten.
Prompt: The best way to learn about a civilization is through its marketplace. Upon arriving in Vokrun, Hidra makes her way to the local market. She walks around the streets with grace and dignity. A raven can be seen perched on her shoulder. Her long white hair matches the white tattoos that decorate her dark gray skin. An emblem of The Raven Queen can be seen hanging on her necklace. Despite her graceful appearance, her face is full of wonder as she looks around at all of the shops and people with fascination.
It was as she was walking the shops and market stalls, a cart comes to a sudden halt right next to her, inches away from hitting her as the person pushing the cart managed to stop it in time. The cart was packed entirely, boxes, sacks, crates, some of said boxes and sacks were open. A Red stick falls from one of those open boxes and lands at her feet, a rod about a foot long with a black fuse poking out the end. The rod having an odor of black powder.
"Woah there, aye missy." A man stepped out from behind the cart, spoking a pipe as he's wearing so many various satchels and pouches. "Lost? Looking for something?" Just as he said that, his scarf moves, a fuzzy head pokes out then stretches upwards, from under his scarf, a ferret pokes out and looks around over the man's head.
The hunt was good this trip. Having travelled far Corvan came prepared to make a deal. He has slain some prime beasts on the way here and knew the people of Vokun would value the pelts. The pelts would serve as protection of some kind; either as material in some kind of armor or as material for clothing and blankets for protection from the elements. The results was the same. People trying to protect themselves from nature. Corvan doesn't pity them, he encourages this fear of nature. They should respect her and do whatever they can to survive. He asks for directions to a tanner or some merchant that would be interested in purchasing some pelts. Once he is given directions he will seek them out. He won't wait in some line for this merchant. He will just push his way forward and push aside other customers. He pays no attention to any business being conducted because if they don't speak up then they are just sheep for nature to consume. He will place the pelts he has on display for the merchant he was directed to and asks "How much for these pelts?"
It goes without saying, there was quite a ling of upset hunters behind him, complaining and visibly upset that not only where they cut in line but shoved so rudely. Even the person in charge of the stand of the market was visibly upset as well. "Hey Hey now, you can't just-... Wait... is that?" The shop keeper shows a look of interest, if these are the more exquisite pelts. "Well now... Look I'd be willing to pay handsomely for these pelts but you can't treat my customers so rudely, best you wait like everyone else and we will have a deal for you."
"And you best do that before you get hurt." Stomping right over next to him, a hefty looking Minotaur, judging by the marks on his body and the Brass rings on his horns, this was a member of the Brass Bull, one of clans who traded with yours often back in the Outlands, normally they're the ones buying pelts from your clan while supplying your clan with weapons and tools. However, this one has two others standing behind him and they're also holding hides they intend to sell, various weapons and tools on their sides and on their backs. Looks like they just got back slaying a bunch of smaller animals such as Coyotes, Wolves, and what appears to be a Bear Hide. Your Hide you collected, likely from a large reptilian, maybe from one of the many dinosaur races that cross the Outlands, however, your hide is worth more than their entire catch.
(Charisma Check depending what route you take, and can make a History Check to see if you recognize these minotaur in particular.)
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The Goliath listens and shows a look of interest, there was a lot of points that were made, and the job pays well, not only that, as a Gold Ranking member of the guild, Marcus being a Platinum Guild Member out ranked him, they could use some extra muscle, one that one even slow them down.
"You make a good point, we might make less gold but with your help we won't have to spend it on preparations either. We are also going near the main lands so it would be good to have someone who is more... accustomed to the area. Sounds good to me, I'm sure the other clan mates would be glad to have a Platinum Guild Member helping us out."
The Goliath said as he lets the parchment go, "Don't think I got your name. I'm Tark Ironridge, Shaman of the Ironridge Clan."
Class: Paladin
Race: Human
Backstory: This month marked the twelfth anniversary of Jillian's passing. From the moment he had seen the small babe bundled in his mother's arms, his life's purpose was to be his sister’s devoted protector. It was easy in the early days, bandaging a scraped knee or chasing off a stray that had followed her home. But that did not last. Jillian wanted nothing more than to be hero, defender of the weak and punisher of wrongdoers. It was only natural that she joined the order of paladins and Jackson was helpless but to follow.
After years learning the art of combat and reciting tenets, with Jillian soaking in every word and Jackson quietly grumbling, they set off to change the world. Their journey was slow, Jillian insisted it was their duty to rescue every child lost in a goblin-infested cave, defend every backwater village from bandits and deliver every petty thief to the appropriate authorities. To his dismay, she would often refuse payment for their heroic endeavors, exclaiming they could not possibly take what little the poor souls had to offer and that kindness was reward in itself.
It is said that those with the brightest flames burn the fastest. As Jillian lay on her deathbed, tears rolled down Jackson’s cheeks. He cursed at the unfairness of the world and vowed to spend the rest of his years living the life she would have, upholding the virtues of righteous and serving the commonfolk above all else. Twelve long years passed. The War had been an unending source of people needing assistance and good deeds were a practiced routine for Jackson now. He knew he would never be compelled to goodness for its own sake, but with each forced smile, he had performed all the motions to the letter and he hoped that actions spoke louder than words. The last few months he had spent in Volksun, frequenting the Guild Hall to take postings for requests.
Motive: Living a life of righteousness in honor of his late sister’s memory.
Prompt: Guild Hall 20
Jackson's eyes roved the job board, searching for a posting where his skills could be of service. After reading every posting, he had finally settled on the perfect one and reached out to grab it. To his surprise, his hand was bumped away, rudely too he thought.
He took a moment to wipe the scowl that had formed on his face and replace it with a clenched smile. "Pardon me, stranger. This the one you want?" He cast his eyes on the parchment, feigning disinterest the best he could. "I was curious myself, but this job doesn't seem to pay so well. Lot of better ones today from the way I see it."
Coriana gets out of her seat and crosses over to the sea elf. “I remember your face… “ she says, “and I want to beg your forgiveness. I helped capture you into slavery many years ago. It’s a filthy business my Captain ordered us into. I never ran humanoid cargo when I had my own ship. Can I buy you a drink? A nice house maybe? Not sure how one makes up for stealing a life.”
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
That one bounty was grabbed by another hand, standing to your right, a woman in leather and light armor equip with four swords, two on her sides and two on her back stood there beside you. She was swift when snatching the bounty, only to look towards you. "Well for you it might not but to me it does- Oh! My apologies." She then hands you the bounty, seeing as you our rank her as she is a Gold Ranking Member of the Guild. "I may have just grabbed it first but, well, higher ranks get the higher priority, but if you don't mind, maybe I can tag along for this job? I mean, you could use someone like me to scout ahead for you, let you know what you might be talking into? Maybe save you the trouble of some traps?"
A deepening of the etched furrow in Jackson's brow betrayed his internal conflict as he considered the woman's offer. He preferred to work alone the last few years and found a certain appeal to the quiet solitude to mope in his thoughts. However this stranger certainly looked very capable and had already managed to out-speed him once in seizing the bounty. He had to admit her skillset sounded complimentary to his own, a small twinge of pain in his shoulder reminded him of the last trap he had failed to detect.
And Jillian always so welcomed anyone and everyone to come along with us... Remember? The more the merrier?
He signed internally in resignation.
"Ah... of course, of course! It would be a delight to have someone so capable along! A fortuitous meeting indeed!" He hoped his feigned enthusiasm masked the hollowness of his words. "I'm Jackson," he offered, unfurling the bounty she had passed to him and holding it open between them so they could both read the contents.
Haerengon is the official name...
https://www.dndbeyond.com/races/814914-harengon
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/97098067 (I have not added items yet)
Name: Hidra
Class: Cleric (Twilight) Warlock (Raven)
Race: Shadar Kai
Backstory: Like many others of my kind, I was separated from my parents from a young age. For as long as I can remember I was housed by a temple of The Raven Queen in the Shadowfell. There I made some friends with other children around my age. We would practice our beliefs and teachings and play together. It was under the doomguides’ guidance I became a Cleric and soon after a Warlock of our Queen. We would go out and petrol the outskirts of our city to keep it safe from the creatures of the Shadowfell. We also would pay visits to residents who need aid as well as prepare burial rites for the citizens.
When I grew older I set out on my own missionary journey with a few of the friends I made at the temple. We would continue to spread the word and teachings of our Queen, protect the city, and perform burial rites for years to come. However, one day we came across a strange mirror. It looked to reflect our world, but the colors were inverted. We have heard of the material plane through travels and tales, although we have never actually been there. This seemed to be a portal into this plane. We looked at each other and decided to take the chance to hopefully spread the word across another plane as well.
As we traveled the Material Plane, we encountered some hardship that we did not expect. The Plane was much brighter than we were used to, not to mention all of the colors, smells, and tastes! A couple of us fell from the shadow curse, our souls being linked to the Shadowfell seemed to want to be dragged back. It is tough to fight the curse, but myself and some of us managed to press on. In some civilizations we were mistaken as Drow. This led us to be attacked suddenly by civilians and guards alike. We soon learned about the wars and struggles the Material Plane was going through. Over time our numbers kept dwindling. Loss from death by the attacks, some wandered off and never returned. In the end I was one to wander away from what was left of the group and get lost.
Thankfully I was able to find my way again through some helpful fellow adventurers that were willing to hear me out. It didn’t take long after I was separated from the others that I heard about a Marcenary’s Guild in Vokun, The City of Shadow. The name for the city seemed quite fitting for where I originally came from. I set out to the city to pursue this Guild.
(More details may be added)
Motive: To spread the word of The Raven Queen and to gain a reputation to disprove myself as a Drow.
Prompt: The best way to learn about a civilization is through its marketplace. Upon arriving in Vokrun, Hidra makes her way to the local market. She walks around the streets with grace and dignity. A raven can be seen perched on her shoulder. Her long white hair matches the white tattoos that decorate her dark gray skin. An emblem of The Raven Queen can be seen hanging on her necklace. Despite her graceful appearance, her face is full of wonder as she looks around at all of the shops and people with fascination.
Name: Corvan
CORVAN
Class: barbarian/Warlock
Race: Goliath
Backstory: In the Outlands to the west of Vokun nestled in the dying forests at the base of the mountains Corvan was born. It was a harsh land fit only for the strong. Various tribes of goblins, orcs, goliath, minotaur and more fight for survival in these lands every day. There would sometimes be alliances, there would sometimes be fighting, but the core life of the Outlands is that it is harsh. Nature is the true king here. Corvan found his strength embracing this nature. Finding a way make the landscape's harsh seasons and brutal wildlife work for him. In turn, this also helped his tribe. He didn't do this alone though. Guided by his mentor he was trained in the ways of the Shaman. Of the Great Wolf. He partook of this diety's faith, long forgotten by most other "civilized" races. It's faith still flourishes with some of the tribes in the Outlands. Corvan believes in the Great Wolf. So much so that she has bestowed upon him power and a mission. The power is a weapon of unknown secrets that was forged from a tree of verdant green and icy snow. A tree that shouldn't exist in the winter but did. With this everything changed for Corvan. He knows what to do next.
Motive: Corvan seeks to strengthen his tribe, empower his diety, find new followers and revive the faith that will save his people and make the outlands a land of abundance.
Prompt: Market
The hunt was good this trip. Having travelled far Corvan came prepared to make a deal. He has slain some prime beasts on the way here and knew the people of Vokun would value the pelts. The pelts would serve as protection of some kind; either as material in some kind of armor or as material for clothing and blankets for protection from the elements. The results was the same. People trying to protect themselves from nature. Corvan doesn't pity them, he encourages this fear of nature. They should respect her and do whatever they can to survive. He asks for directions to a tanner or some merchant that would be interested in purchasing some pelts. Once he is given directions he will seek them out. He won't wait in some line for this merchant. He will just push his way forward and push aside other customers. He pays no attention to any business being conducted because if they don't speak up then they are just sheep for nature to consume. He will place the pelts he has on display for the merchant he was directed to and asks "How much for these pelts?"
Name:Agnolia Sansborn
Class: Druid 8 / Monk 3
Race: Variant Human
Backstory: Agnolia liked balance in the world. She isn't sure if that appeal brought her closer to nature or the connection to nature instilled the appreciation. In nature there is no good and evil, there is only survival, nothing more, nothing less. Bad things happened in nature, but not with evil intent.
She grew up in a traveling community never staying in one place too long. She took to working for artisans and guilds as a deliver. She never sold items like a merchant and she wasn't crafty enough to create for sale, but she was good at roaming from place to place as needed. She has earned a good reputation for small supply deliveries without needing to hire a caravan.
Motive: Agnolia loves to see the world and she strives to bring balance to world. She hates to see harm being done, just for the sake of it. She was never a fan or recognition but realizes that a good reputation goes a long way in putting her in situations of importance.
Description: Agnolia is of slender build, just shy of average height. She wears her long curly auburn hair in a tight ponytail and dresses in nice dress but not fancy, sime of good quality. She wears no visible armor and walks around with staff, which looks like nothing more then a tall walking stick for traveling and a shoulder bag. She is noticeable but plain and non-threatening enough to blend in a crowd and be forgettable.
Prompt: Market 12
Agnolia walks down the street looking at all the vendors and shoppers alike. Peaceful and prosperous, people trading for the benefit of all involved. She laughs as she overhears the art of negotiation as she walks by, not all art is good! She is in the market today to restock after delivering a supply of potions and ingredients to an apothecary shop owner. She still needs a few more items before she starts looking for her next gig.
(I will wait to see how you would like this to play out. I am open to buying one or more items as play, she not one to steal and doesn't have much to steal so purchasing is easiest way to go)
Name: Bridgett the Immortal
Character link: https://ddb.ac/characters/97111814/04VnvB
Class: Sorcerer (Shadow Magic) 1/Warlock (The Undead) 10
Race: Half-Orc
Backstory: Bridgett's life started the same way as many other half-orcs... her father was an half-elf Bard. But unlike most other stories that started this way, Bridgett's father didn't abandon her. He raised her to the best of his abilities, caring for his family and using his musical talents to keep food on the table. He even taught Bridgette how to play the lyre, which was her pride and joy.
But living among Orcs was not without peril. And one unhappy day, the tribe made the mistake of going to war with a nearby Drow city-state. And the servants of Lolth had little mercy when they were victorious. All of the orcs were either killed or enslaved. Bridgette's mother was killed in the attack, and her father forced to flee. Bridgette herself was taken away by the dark elves and enslaved. There she spent years languishing in the Underdark, the dark magic of the region seeping into her very soul as she toiled, her spirit crushed in the hopeless and oppressive darkness.
Then, a most unlikely savior came to her. A being just as broken as she was, with an equally powerful vendetta against the Dark Elves... a lich by the name of Akkron. The lich descended into the Underdark to root out and punish a group of Dark Elves who had murdered his own daughter several centuries ago, when he was still a mortal man. For reasons unknown, Akkron took pity upon Bridgette when he found her there in the darkness... perhaps she reminded him of his lost child. Or perhaps he simply saw in her as a useful pawn in his schemes for vengeance. Regardless of his reasons, the lich freed her from the Drow, killing dozens of their greatest warriors in the process, and took her back to his lair. There, he made a pact with her, granting her a portion of his power in exchange for loyalty to him and aid when called upon. Since then, Bridgette has made a name for herself, known far and wide as a nearly indestructible force of Eldritch power.
Motive: Bridgette's greatest desire is to serve her master faithfully and help him obtain the vengeance that he seeks in order to repay him for saving her and slaying those responsible for her misery. Her close secondary goal is to find out what happened to her father and be re-united with him.
Description: Bridgette is very thin and a bit on the shorter side for a half-orc, and her body bears many scars from a difficult life. She has pale skin that is usually cold to the touch, both as a result of spending several years underground as a slave and from using the magic of her lich patron.
Prompt: Guild Hall (Persuasion) 17 (original roll was 19)
Bridgett sighs as she looks over the job board... nothing really piques her interest, but it's been a while since she's done anything. So here she is.
After a few moments, she chooses a job that pays fairly well and reaches up to take it. At the same moment, another hand darts towards the very same poster. The two of them grab the poster at the same time... Bridgette grunts and looks up at the man.
"Excuse me sir, but I was looking at that," Bridgette says. "Unless you'd like to come join me on this little errand and split the reward, I'd suggest you go ahead and let me have it."
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Marcus nods in agreement, pleased that Tark has come around to the idea of working together.
"Excellent, Tark. I'm Marcus. It's good to have someone with your expertise and strength helping out. I’m sure we can work well together and make this job a success. Let's head out as soon as possible and make some good coin."
Marcus extends his hand for a firm shake, showing respect for Tark's capabilities and experience.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"That's fine. I'm not expecting anyone to remember my name. Even my friends forget too." Rixian smiles faintly as he shifts his dark reddish-platinum pendant across his neck (A colour that is a sign of a curse dragging him down mentally). "So you're guild's rank is gold? Pretty impressive I have to say, even though mine is platinum ranked. Not that I'm bragging of course."
"A pleasure to meet you Deshaan. So you've met Daisy before?" At the mentioning of the Wood Elf archer girl, Rixian was surprised that she herself had met the Aaracockra long before he began to gather his teammates. He curiously swivels to the purple-clothed birdman before fixing his gaze on the missions again... though it did piqued... a tiny bit of his curiosity. "Yeah, she's still with the Wildland Shifters ever since I formed it. She's a very temperamental one for sure. Always bossing people around including myself. Heard she spent her childhood with a kobold name Xenia. That aside, you said you two went on an adventure together before she joined the shifters?" the young Fire Genasi replies though his expression still remains serious.
"I see. You came here for money and improvement? I can respect that. Most of the time whenever my teammates, especially that feisty kitsune Raiden, picks the mission, it was to hone their weakest areas in combat and mental capabilities. But those days are long gone. right now, I came here to settle something personal myself. Though I wished I could side with my team and maybe yours if you'd be willing to..."
The Wildland Shifters
Daisy Ethalena - Female Wood Elf Ranger (Monster Slayer)
Ethan Wolftree - Male Simic Hybrid Warlock (The Hexblade)
Mira Laurits - Female Harengon Sorcerer (Clockwork Soul); Lancea
Raiden Kurosaki - Male Kitsune Wizard (Bladesinger); Lancea
Rixian Nishinoya - Male Fire Genasi Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)
Tenebris Amaro - Male Dark Elf Druid (Circle of Stars)
Yurime Hanasaki - Female Kumiho Bard (College Of Creation)
"Ahh. Pardon me sir. The one champion I see. Didn't mean to disrespect you there. I'm still getting used to names, especially thanks to my buddy here..." She gazes towards the entrance where her guide and companion is standing. "Come in! Why don't you sit down with us to have a drink? I promise there won't be any messy fights during this period. And believe me... I'm sick of this mess too."
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
Character Sheet/Concept
Thurman:
Spud: 
https://ddb.ac/characters/97159446/uCbaMo
Name: Thurman( Thristlethread)
Class: Fighter 2/ Artificer Battle smith 9
Race: Autognome
Backstory: (Any rules for Background? Was thinking Simic scientist, but not sure if that works in your world/with the mercenaries guild; otherwise will go for ?)
Thurman was build by one of the great artificers the Mercenary's guild has known. His purpose was to help with all kind of experiments and to help crafting equipment for other guild members. For this purpose he was taught how to channel magic through his tool's, which is how he became an artificer himself. A couple of years back his master died and he was free to go and move where and how he wanted. He stayed with the guild and became a member, which he kind of already was, himself. Helping the guild however was needed, perfecting his artificer skills as well as his fighting skills. One of the fight the mercenaries guild helped in required them to be on horseback, it was than that Thurman created his steel pony (defender) Spud, who has been his fateful companion since then. In the past years he has risen through the guild ranks and since some time he has been living in Vokun while helping with the new guild hall earning him the platinum rank just a few weeks ago.
Motive: Help the guild in whatever way he can, and in the meantime become the greatest artificer the guild has ever seen.
Prompt (Guild hall) Insight check rolled on sheet, 9 : Thurman walks to the boards looking for the sheet he put up there a couple of weeks ago. He reaches forward to move a couple of other postings that hang over it when he feels the bump to his hand
"ah, sorry I hope my metal didn't hurt you? I was just taking a look if there were any new crafting requests for me to take on. What were you looking for? Do you need any new weapon or armor by any chance?"
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
The Market Place is busy as always during the afternoon, so many people wondering around and looking over the market stands can leave a lot of opportunity to would-be thieves. Despite Vokun being such a popular city, it barely had a hold for the thieves guild, it's hard to have a a shelter or hide away for thieves when you're right next to the Mercenary's Guild.
Among the crowd there was quite the wide range of options to pick from, nobles who go all out and look as nice as they can, middle class wearing nice clothing, to the less than wealthy farmers and crowds.
(If you're going to pick pocket someone, choose your class from Poor, Middle Class, Shop Keeper, Guard, Noble. Then Have a Roll of Sleight of Hand)
When the rabbit calls out, it didn't get the drake's attention that much. Sitting there as the rabbit introduces himself and speaks so enthusiastically. After their name was spoke, the drake turns to look back past his shoulder, down at the rabbit. "If you insist, I won't stop you, Caerbannog." He's heard many titles but one known as, The Younger, well it made his mind drift for a moment, only for him to turn and face the counter once more. "There are open seats, unless you prefer to remain standing."
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1089010507811401759/1090626078546087986/Rogue_Magnus_Noren.jpg
"Noren."
She introduced herself, half her face covered by the mask that left only her eyes and ears exposed. Luckily that mask didn't muffle her voice either so she spoke clearly with or without it on. She holds the parchment with him, and when he lowers his gaze to reach it, she kept her eyes on him and let the paper go since she already read about it.
It was a Bounty, seems like a Trio of Saber Tooth Tigers have been stirring up some trouble down south by the Dwarven Town of Morbek. The Bounty was paying a Thousand Gold per head, an additional Two Thousand if all three are dealt with. The Bounty continues on that this issue started a month ago, some hunters came through town and were never seen again, that was when these Saber Tooth Tigers went on a rampage and have killed little over three hunting parties and little over a dozen of the town's people. Most of the people who have been killed have been at night and most victims are not eaten.
It was as she was walking the shops and market stalls, a cart comes to a sudden halt right next to her, inches away from hitting her as the person pushing the cart managed to stop it in time. The cart was packed entirely, boxes, sacks, crates, some of said boxes and sacks were open. A Red stick falls from one of those open boxes and lands at her feet, a rod about a foot long with a black fuse poking out the end. The rod having an odor of black powder.
"Woah there, aye missy." A man stepped out from behind the cart, spoking a pipe as he's wearing so many various satchels and pouches. "Lost? Looking for something?" Just as he said that, his scarf moves, a fuzzy head pokes out then stretches upwards, from under his scarf, a ferret pokes out and looks around over the man's head.
It goes without saying, there was quite a ling of upset hunters behind him, complaining and visibly upset that not only where they cut in line but shoved so rudely. Even the person in charge of the stand of the market was visibly upset as well. "Hey Hey now, you can't just-... Wait... is that?" The shop keeper shows a look of interest, if these are the more exquisite pelts. "Well now... Look I'd be willing to pay handsomely for these pelts but you can't treat my customers so rudely, best you wait like everyone else and we will have a deal for you."
"And you best do that before you get hurt." Stomping right over next to him, a hefty looking Minotaur, judging by the marks on his body and the Brass rings on his horns, this was a member of the Brass Bull, one of clans who traded with yours often back in the Outlands, normally they're the ones buying pelts from your clan while supplying your clan with weapons and tools. However, this one has two others standing behind him and they're also holding hides they intend to sell, various weapons and tools on their sides and on their backs. Looks like they just got back slaying a bunch of smaller animals such as Coyotes, Wolves, and what appears to be a Bear Hide. Your Hide you collected, likely from a large reptilian, maybe from one of the many dinosaur races that cross the Outlands, however, your hide is worth more than their entire catch.
(Charisma Check depending what route you take, and can make a History Check to see if you recognize these minotaur in particular.)