HI. I'm interested in participating, even I have messed up schedules and I can't organize myself for traditional sessions but staying at the PC for several hours I have the possibility and the perseverance to post several times even in the same day.
if you're okay with an inexperienced player, I'm ready
Yes sorry everyone its a dnd 5e campaign via discord. I'm pretty active with a few posts everyday so I would like anyone who joins to be the same to miss some days is fine obviously. We are on level five on a point buy system with dice rolls through Avare and using dnd beyond for characters and gold etc. We are a group of lads but some don't post much so it's mostly me and another lad who plays but please playing no one who is easily offended or sensitive. I'm fine with any class or race so just give me an idea of your character you would playing.
I'm pretty new myself but it's been going a couple of months now of playing and we seem to be doing OK. I would prefer if who ever joins the be in a uk time zone.
I've got a few character options spun up and ready to roll, so happy to change this if needs be to suit the group, or if there is any content that you don't allow etc:
Name - Raeland D'Avioren
Race - Custom Lineage
Class - Warlock (Hexblade) / Bard (Swords or Eloquence - TBC)
Background - Custom (Cad - mix of noble / charlatan)
Backstory
Born into wealth and privilege within the walls of Neverwinter, a young Raeland wanted for naught and received everything. His tiefling father was a successful entrepreneur who had built a business from the ground up, a man of morals, with a strong work ethic who reaped the rewards of his perpetual efforts. His mother was a savvy minded she-elf who had a mind for numbers and helped her husband administrate their shipping and haulage company. The two had met young and their partnership was a perfect match on so many levels.
The boy was pampered and grew up with the trappings and luxuries of high society, amidst the ways of gentlemen and the societal elites. During his most formative years he mixed with noble families and the wealthiest of merchants, growing up with the sons and daughters of powerful and influential families. Raeland had all the foundations to be whatever he wanted, to achieve things most could only dream of. As the boy grew into a man his relations hoped to see the fine qualities of his family breed true. Raeland however, appeared to exhibit precisely none of the traits that would have made him a suitable heir to his family name or business.
His greatest talent was his silvered tongue, that he could turn a tale with equal flourish and fiction and had the wits to know when to use it, though lacking the sense to know any better. He flaunted his wealth, and squandered his parent's gifts, he would tell tales of elaborate lies, of fictions he had accomplished and feats that any young individual would be applauded for. As he grew towards manhood Raeland became something of a bounder, his quick wit often adding bite to a jest, his compliments were few unless laden with sarcasm, yet he approached every social interaction as a bit of a lark, so long as he was the one laughing. His parents' attempts to correct his behaviour were rebuffed, and his various attempts at apprenticeships in the family business were lacklustre at best. As he came of age he acted the socialite, drifting from one social event to another, a gaggle of hangers-on and witless want-to-be's soon trailing in his wake, Raeland's personality being as dominant as it was.
Raeland's downfall began when he ran into two new faces in his city, unbeknownst to him both from a family fresh into the city. In a tale that would be passed from minstrel to punter for some time after, Raeland encountered the siblings separately on several occasions. He swooned over and charmed the daughter, for she was fair and and impressionable maiden, and a new conquest in his realm. The brother a handsome and likable fellow, thus Raeland saw to belittle and ridicule him, ensuring that his place in his socialite circles, nullifying any potential danger to his accustomed order. The interactions repeated themselves, until finally at a ball hosted by the Lord of Neverwinter, the three of them all met together.
The brother, upon learning that his sister was being pursued and hounded by a condescending lout and bully, challenged Raeland to a duel - sabres at dawn. Raeland was caught up in his own pomp and importance, and accepted. Thus it was that on a misty morning, Raeland crossed blades and duelled for his honour. His performance was a match for his honour, which was to say that it was found severely lacking. Raeland's swordsmanship was no match for the brother, who toyed and teased Raeland, landing cut after cut, then with a trip and a flat of the blade to the rump, Raeland was sent tumbling into the mud. As he rose, he felt the sword-point at his neck and cried out for mercy.
His followers were fickle, his perch was precarious, and now Raeland had fallen from favour. He was scoffed at and talked about behind his back. When he was around conversations would hush as he approached and be re-kindled by titters and giggles as he departed. Pride cometh before the fall, and Raeland's fall had been mighty. Thus it was that Raeland was literally laughed out of Neverwinter's socialite elite and the circles of peers which were all he had known.
He took to working for his family, in earnest now, as he secluded himself away from his former associates, lest he now experience the derogatory words and harsh wit that he had formerly doled out. Yet in Raeland's mind he was plotting his redemption, convincing himself that he would 'show them all', one way or another. His skills favoured trade and negotiations, his quick tongue besting more than one visiting merchant. Soon he was proving an asset, so long as he was directed appropriately. Though in Neverwinter Raeland's gib was too well known, and often his words no matter how sincere fell on deaf ears. His attempts to succeed took him to shadier brokers, using pseudonyms and false identities as he worked with people who had never met him. Underhand dealings turned quick profits for dubious means and Raeland's face was starting to become known to a few dealers in the darker markets. Yet it was not long before his mother's keen eye uncovered accounting discrepancies and again Raeland's feet were pulled out from under him as he crashed downward.
His father aghast at what his son was doing in the family name and after a heated argument sent Raeland away from the city, ostensibly to work for as an agent in Daggerford far to the south. It was a scant few days on the road down to Waterdeep that the caravan - yes, a caravan, his stupid father making him travel by road rather than the short and far more comfortable ship voyage - encountered traders of the less than savoury sort, men who were known to Raeland from previous dealings. Though his father would have declined their wares, Raeland held no such moral standards. Their 'freshly acquired' relics from a forgotten ruin were of fine quality and uncommon design. Indeed, one item in particular appealed to the young man so much that he dipped into his own purse, by accident, to acquire it.
The rapier was a beautiful weapon, the basket guard inlaid with crossing runic symbols that seemed familiar to Raeland. He became besotted by the blade, quite out of character, and rarely let is leave his side. The trip was long and Raeland took efforts to stop in villages and hamlets, spinning tales of his wares - inflating their esteem and their value. He took the chance to improve his bladework on those quiet evening, remembering the duel now in a different light. When the caravan eventually arrived in Waterdeep, Raeland took straight to the University libraries, studying the runes trying to find where he had seen them before. He lingered long over the inscription, long enough that a message reached him of his father's ire for his delays and dalliances. The note informed Raeland that his lines of finance and entitlement to the family assets were severed, and that a more reliable agent would relieve Raeland of the caravan responsibilities. It mattered not to Raeland, for his research bore fruit, a name... Diancastra
Raeland now looks up at the sky, it is getting dark but he is not far from his destination. The village of Nightstone, not the high society that Raeland is used to but rumour has it that the High Steward is a respected noble, and others of noble families stop within the walls whilst hunting in the nearby forests. For a man divest of his family wealth, new faces and circles are just what he needs. He rides with a fresh confidence about him, he is no longer the boy that he had been, but a man with a purpose and a touch of something else...
I'm looking for more players. To join my campaign its a sand box campaign but theres a ancient red dragon who is taking over behind the scenes. She's using bribes or blades to get what she wants. Every town or place will have things happening help,kill or leave people alone your free to choose. (We use adult language and material so blood dieing etc. Please no Easley offended people.)
Looking for a new player to join a campaign that's been going a couple of months. We are currently level 5
HI. I'm interested in participating, even I have messed up schedules and I can't organize myself for traditional sessions but staying at the PC for several hours I have the possibility and the perseverance to post several times even in the same day. if you're okay with an inexperienced player, I'm ready
oh... it's a D&D campaign, right?
I'd be interested!
is this a play by post via discord?
Cats go Moo!
Yes sorry everyone its a dnd 5e campaign via discord. I'm pretty active with a few posts everyday so I would like anyone who joins to be the same to miss some days is fine obviously. We are on level five on a point buy system with dice rolls through Avare and using dnd beyond for characters and gold etc. We are a group of lads but some don't post much so it's mostly me and another lad who plays but please playing no one who is easily offended or sensitive. I'm fine with any class or race so just give me an idea of your character you would playing.
I would play a human druid, with an animal companion that could be a dog. I also have the BG ready if you are interested
I'm pretty new myself but it's been going a couple of months now of playing and we seem to be doing OK. I would prefer if who ever joins the be in a uk time zone.
i'm from Italy
I am interested in joining. I am 13 and completely new to DND.
I'm interested.
I've got a few character options spun up and ready to roll, so happy to change this if needs be to suit the group, or if there is any content that you don't allow etc:
Born into wealth and privilege within the walls of Neverwinter, a young Raeland wanted for naught and received everything. His tiefling father was a successful entrepreneur who had built a business from the ground up, a man of morals, with a strong work ethic who reaped the rewards of his perpetual efforts. His mother was a savvy minded she-elf who had a mind for numbers and helped her husband administrate their shipping and haulage company. The two had met young and their partnership was a perfect match on so many levels.
The boy was pampered and grew up with the trappings and luxuries of high society, amidst the ways of gentlemen and the societal elites. During his most formative years he mixed with noble families and the wealthiest of merchants, growing up with the sons and daughters of powerful and influential families. Raeland had all the foundations to be whatever he wanted, to achieve things most could only dream of. As the boy grew into a man his relations hoped to see the fine qualities of his family breed true. Raeland however, appeared to exhibit precisely none of the traits that would have made him a suitable heir to his family name or business.
His greatest talent was his silvered tongue, that he could turn a tale with equal flourish and fiction and had the wits to know when to use it, though lacking the sense to know any better. He flaunted his wealth, and squandered his parent's gifts, he would tell tales of elaborate lies, of fictions he had accomplished and feats that any young individual would be applauded for. As he grew towards manhood Raeland became something of a bounder, his quick wit often adding bite to a jest, his compliments were few unless laden with sarcasm, yet he approached every social interaction as a bit of a lark, so long as he was the one laughing. His parents' attempts to correct his behaviour were rebuffed, and his various attempts at apprenticeships in the family business were lacklustre at best. As he came of age he acted the socialite, drifting from one social event to another, a gaggle of hangers-on and witless want-to-be's soon trailing in his wake, Raeland's personality being as dominant as it was.
Raeland's downfall began when he ran into two new faces in his city, unbeknownst to him both from a family fresh into the city. In a tale that would be passed from minstrel to punter for some time after, Raeland encountered the siblings separately on several occasions. He swooned over and charmed the daughter, for she was fair and and impressionable maiden, and a new conquest in his realm. The brother a handsome and likable fellow, thus Raeland saw to belittle and ridicule him, ensuring that his place in his socialite circles, nullifying any potential danger to his accustomed order. The interactions repeated themselves, until finally at a ball hosted by the Lord of Neverwinter, the three of them all met together.
The brother, upon learning that his sister was being pursued and hounded by a condescending lout and bully, challenged Raeland to a duel - sabres at dawn. Raeland was caught up in his own pomp and importance, and accepted. Thus it was that on a misty morning, Raeland crossed blades and duelled for his honour. His performance was a match for his honour, which was to say that it was found severely lacking. Raeland's swordsmanship was no match for the brother, who toyed and teased Raeland, landing cut after cut, then with a trip and a flat of the blade to the rump, Raeland was sent tumbling into the mud. As he rose, he felt the sword-point at his neck and cried out for mercy.
His followers were fickle, his perch was precarious, and now Raeland had fallen from favour. He was scoffed at and talked about behind his back. When he was around conversations would hush as he approached and be re-kindled by titters and giggles as he departed. Pride cometh before the fall, and Raeland's fall had been mighty. Thus it was that Raeland was literally laughed out of Neverwinter's socialite elite and the circles of peers which were all he had known.
He took to working for his family, in earnest now, as he secluded himself away from his former associates, lest he now experience the derogatory words and harsh wit that he had formerly doled out. Yet in Raeland's mind he was plotting his redemption, convincing himself that he would 'show them all', one way or another. His skills favoured trade and negotiations, his quick tongue besting more than one visiting merchant. Soon he was proving an asset, so long as he was directed appropriately. Though in Neverwinter Raeland's gib was too well known, and often his words no matter how sincere fell on deaf ears. His attempts to succeed took him to shadier brokers, using pseudonyms and false identities as he worked with people who had never met him. Underhand dealings turned quick profits for dubious means and Raeland's face was starting to become known to a few dealers in the darker markets. Yet it was not long before his mother's keen eye uncovered accounting discrepancies and again Raeland's feet were pulled out from under him as he crashed downward.
His father aghast at what his son was doing in the family name and after a heated argument sent Raeland away from the city, ostensibly to work for as an agent in Daggerford far to the south. It was a scant few days on the road down to Waterdeep that the caravan - yes, a caravan, his stupid father making him travel by road rather than the short and far more comfortable ship voyage - encountered traders of the less than savoury sort, men who were known to Raeland from previous dealings. Though his father would have declined their wares, Raeland held no such moral standards. Their 'freshly acquired' relics from a forgotten ruin were of fine quality and uncommon design. Indeed, one item in particular appealed to the young man so much that he dipped into his own purse, by accident, to acquire it.
The rapier was a beautiful weapon, the basket guard inlaid with crossing runic symbols that seemed familiar to Raeland. He became besotted by the blade, quite out of character, and rarely let is leave his side. The trip was long and Raeland took efforts to stop in villages and hamlets, spinning tales of his wares - inflating their esteem and their value. He took the chance to improve his bladework on those quiet evening, remembering the duel now in a different light. When the caravan eventually arrived in Waterdeep, Raeland took straight to the University libraries, studying the runes trying to find where he had seen them before. He lingered long over the inscription, long enough that a message reached him of his father's ire for his delays and dalliances. The note informed Raeland that his lines of finance and entitlement to the family assets were severed, and that a more reliable agent would relieve Raeland of the caravan responsibilities. It mattered not to Raeland, for his research bore fruit, a name... Diancastra
Raeland now looks up at the sky, it is getting dark but he is not far from his destination. The village of Nightstone, not the high society that Raeland is used to but rumour has it that the High Steward is a respected noble, and others of noble families stop within the walls whilst hunting in the nearby forests. For a man divest of his family wealth, new faces and circles are just what he needs. He rides with a fresh confidence about him, he is no longer the boy that he had been, but a man with a purpose and a touch of something else...
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Do you have any idea about the character you would play? Dnd13nerd
I am a dwarf cleric.
Still looking?
All done now
Hi, if there's room I'd love to jump in.
Would look to be playing a arcane rogue
We are all set now but if anything changes I'll get back to you.
When should this campaign take place?
I'm looking for more players. To join my campaign its a sand box campaign but theres a ancient red dragon who is taking over behind the scenes. She's using bribes or blades to get what she wants. Every town or place will have things happening help,kill or leave people alone your free to choose. (We use adult language and material so blood dieing etc. Please no Easley offended people.)
I'm interested and am currently in two other Discord campaigns - Let me know if you need more info.
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress