Backstory: Born into a small village in Halruaa, Evie's magical powers emerged when she was a young child. Her parents, farmers by trade, and by all accounts simple but honest and decent, were perplexed as to what to do with a child who showed an aptitude for spellcasting, although they were very proud as magic is seen as a gift in Halruaa, although it isn't trusted as much as it was before the Spellplague and the Second Sundering. The youngest of eight children, Evie was expected to grow up and help work the farm, but her parents decided she would be better off with other magically-gifted children.
She was sent to the Rosewood Academy, an institution of magical learning, which also served as a boarding school for mage children. The Academy is where she fell in love with the field of archaeology. While other children were honing their talents for enchantment or illusion, Evie used her magic for more practical purposes, assisting her professors on expeditions to exotic and exciting locales. After feeling as if she had been abandoned and unwanted by her parents, the young girl had finally discovered a new purpose, a calling, and the work just felt right, as if it pleased whatever divinity had instilled her talent for spellcasting within her.
Race/Class: Reborn Lineage (if allowed) / Monk - Way of the Sun Soul
Backstory: Awakening near the East Rift, Nodjeim crawled out of a shallow grave under the dim pale light of a waning moon. He knew little but he knew this was strange and wrong and somehow, someway, some day must be avenged. In the meantime, however, he had other troubles. With the coming of dawn he soon learned that the true light of the sun was no friend of his, it burned his skin and blinded his eyes with an agony beyond imagining. He quickly learned to hide by day and scramble by night for food, for protection... Living by night suited him, after a fashion. Nodjeim appreciated the quiet. The calm. But nobody trusts a creature of the night and he soon found himself hunted. Breaking into a tomb to evade a particularly relentless band of hunters, Nodjeim stole the spear and the wraps of the one entombed there. Soon he found himself, while wearing the wraps and carrying the spear, to walk once more in the sun... And so his journeys have taken him further afield from where he awoken, always looking for answers to questions he doesn't even know.
Physical Description: Wearing old, tattered monks robes faded to the color of dust and beneath them wrapped in cloth bandages that hide all but his eyes and his emaciated looking hands, it is near impossible to guess just what Nodjeim looks like. He often leans heavily upon his spear as if it was a walking stick but there is no doubt he has the quickness and nimbleness of one who deserves to wear the robes he does. Rough approximation via AI:
((Nodjeim just needed time to become accustomed to the sun once again after returning to life but he doesn't know that and thus believes it is the spear and/or the wraps...))
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Gonna leave this open for maybe the rest of the day, then choose the party, so keep 'em rolling in if you haven't yet posted!
I’ll post an application on my alt in like 3 hours, hopefully that still gives me enough time to be considered
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Backstory: Belmaris knows that his family originates from the Feywild a realm of exuberance and unfettered emotions, though he only knows what he heard from his grandmother. Generation ago, his 2nd great grandfather made a promise to an elven family within Chondalwood in the Vilhon Wilds. Since then, his family has acted as stewards and guardians of the Niantha family of wild elves. A dreary life of discipline and assisting the wild elves in keeping humans away from the forest. At times he is struck by a strong urge of wanderlust, but a fey promise is binding in its own ways. His only escape was makeup and costumes. Just seeing himself with smoky eyes and blush to accentuates his cheekbones adds a drop of joy into his banal life.
Perhaps it was just to experience something new or perhaps he threw caution into the wind when he encountered a strange undead being. Not your usual skeletons or mindless zombies but a being that charted a path beyond death's door and becoming even stronger for it. It's unknowable in regard to why his patron blessed him with a fraction of his power as perhaps it recognizes a willing soul in Balmaris. Since then, he sees the world differently. Since then, he naturally radiates a mild aura of cold and his wise grandmother knew something was wrong. She promptly kissed him on the forehead for luck and then kicked him out of his home. Balmaris could not be happier as he takes flight leaving Chondalwood behind.
Reroll! those stats are so boring middle of the road. I dont care if I get all 8s on the reroll, at least mine wont be a copy of standard array
Ability scores: 7161271114
Hope I'm not too late!
Damn it. I built a whole character from Tymanther then realized it used stuff stuff from fizbans (dragonborn drakewarden ranger who hates his drake pet, its a long story.) so know I gotta come up with a whole new char.
Name/Pronouns: Threlan “Threl” (when male) or “Threla” (when female) Surnshormon; Genderfluid (Some days he/him, other days she/her) (after every long rest, I’ll roll a d10. Even is male, odd is female for the day.)
Race/Class: Dark Elf; Eloquence Bard (LVL 3)
Backstory: Threlan once lived in the underdark, in a Drow city that worshiped Lolth. Born female, she/he was elevated to a high position because of his/her sex. Unknown until his/her 20th birthday, she/he possessed the gift of Corellon, which makes an elf fluid of sex. So his/her body changes along with her gender. When one day she/he woke up as a male, his/her family members were horrified by the change, and cast Him/her out of her house. How dare she/he accept the blessing of wretched Corellon and give up his/her status as an obviously superior female, her/his family thought. Fearing retribution from the other Drow, Threlan fled into the caves of the Underdark. After days with no food, the ceiling above them split as destruction rained about them. The underchasm had opened. After lying there in misery and exhaustion, a group of adventurers had gone down into the chasm to investigate what the heck was happening, and they found Threlan. Thankfully, Threlan was taken in by them, using his/her knowledge and bardic ability to inspire and help them on their journey. After this adventure, Threlan returned to the surface along with his/her new companions. Facing much prejudice, Threlan parted ways from his/her friends to keep harm from befalling them. Now, He/she is an adventurer and public speaker who travels the south, fighting against evil and prejudice with wit and words rather than weapons.
Physical Description: Threlans body changes day to day. While male, they appear taller, but his may just be because they hold him/her-self with more confidence. In general, they average about 5’8” and are slender, weighing somewhere around 130 lbs. They have purple gray skin and piercing emerald eyes. Their hair is long and silver and braided into a different style each day. They
Item: Threlan wears a cloak of protection from one of their companions, who was murdered because of their friendship with Threlan.
Ability scores: 10 16 9 12 11 11
Ability scores: 12 10 5 12 15 18
Name/Pronouns: Evelyn Drake (she/her)
Race/Class: Human - Wizard (School of Evocation)
Backstory: Born into a small village in Halruaa, Evie's magical powers emerged when she was a young child. Her parents, farmers by trade, and by all accounts simple but honest and decent, were perplexed as to what to do with a child who showed an aptitude for spellcasting, although they were very proud as magic is seen as a gift in Halruaa, although it isn't trusted as much as it was before the Spellplague and the Second Sundering. The youngest of eight children, Evie was expected to grow up and help work the farm, but her parents decided she would be better off with other magically-gifted children.
She was sent to the Rosewood Academy, an institution of magical learning, which also served as a boarding school for mage children. The Academy is where she fell in love with the field of archaeology. While other children were honing their talents for enchantment or illusion, Evie used her magic for more practical purposes, assisting her professors on expeditions to exotic and exciting locales. After feeling as if she had been abandoned and unwanted by her parents, the young girl had finally discovered a new purpose, a calling, and the work just felt right, as if it pleased whatever divinity had instilled her talent for spellcasting within her.
Item: +1 Arcane Grimoire
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/78939886/p6zsMm
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd
Name/Pronouns: Nodjeim / him his
Link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/118290102/XKwMXA
Race/Class: Reborn Lineage (if allowed) / Monk - Way of the Sun Soul
Backstory: Awakening near the East Rift, Nodjeim crawled out of a shallow grave under the dim pale light of a waning moon. He knew little but he knew this was strange and wrong and somehow, someway, some day must be avenged. In the meantime, however, he had other troubles. With the coming of dawn he soon learned that the true light of the sun was no friend of his, it burned his skin and blinded his eyes with an agony beyond imagining. He quickly learned to hide by day and scramble by night for food, for protection... Living by night suited him, after a fashion. Nodjeim appreciated the quiet. The calm. But nobody trusts a creature of the night and he soon found himself hunted. Breaking into a tomb to evade a particularly relentless band of hunters, Nodjeim stole the spear and the wraps of the one entombed there. Soon he found himself, while wearing the wraps and carrying the spear, to walk once more in the sun... And so his journeys have taken him further afield from where he awoken, always looking for answers to questions he doesn't even know.
Physical Description: Wearing old, tattered monks robes faded to the color of dust and beneath them wrapped in cloth bandages that hide all but his eyes and his emaciated looking hands, it is near impossible to guess just what Nodjeim looks like. He often leans heavily upon his spear as if it was a walking stick but there is no doubt he has the quickness and nimbleness of one who deserves to wear the robes he does. Rough approximation via AI:
Item: Wraps of Unarmed Prowess
((Nodjeim just needed time to become accustomed to the sun once again after returning to life but he doesn't know that and thus believes it is the spear and/or the wraps...))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
how many players are you going to pick and how soon?
Probably no more than 4-5, and within a day or two.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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Gonna leave this open for maybe the rest of the day, then choose the party, so keep 'em rolling in if you haven't yet posted!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I’ll post an application on my alt in like 3 hours, hopefully that still gives me enough time to be considered
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
Ability scores: 11 15 11 16 7 13
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Now that I'm on my alt I can get cracking
Ability scores: 15 10 14 12 14 9
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, The Rocket Raccoon/Trashcan Tactician (as appointed by Drummer). Pronouns They/Them/Theirs.
My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
DMing: Dark God's Dread; Raccoon's Strixhaven, Dungeon of The Dead Mage
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Reroll! those stats are so boring middle of the road. I dont care if I get all 8s on the reroll, at least mine wont be a copy of standard array
Ability scores: 11 15 12 13 14 9
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, The Rocket Raccoon/Trashcan Tactician (as appointed by Drummer). Pronouns They/Them/Theirs.
My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
DMing: Dark God's Dread; Raccoon's Strixhaven, Dungeon of The Dead Mage
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Name/Pronoun: Belmaris/ He Him
Race/Class: Fairy/ Warlock Undead patron
Backstory: Belmaris knows that his family originates from the Feywild a realm of exuberance and unfettered emotions, though he only knows what he heard from his grandmother. Generation ago, his 2nd great grandfather made a promise to an elven family within Chondalwood in the Vilhon Wilds. Since then, his family has acted as stewards and guardians of the Niantha family of wild elves. A dreary life of discipline and assisting the wild elves in keeping humans away from the forest. At times he is struck by a strong urge of wanderlust, but a fey promise is binding in its own ways. His only escape was makeup and costumes. Just seeing himself with smoky eyes and blush to accentuates his cheekbones adds a drop of joy into his banal life.
Perhaps it was just to experience something new or perhaps he threw caution into the wind when he encountered a strange undead being. Not your usual skeletons or mindless zombies but a being that charted a path beyond death's door and becoming even stronger for it. It's unknowable in regard to why his patron blessed him with a fraction of his power as perhaps it recognizes a willing soul in Balmaris. Since then, he sees the world differently. Since then, he naturally radiates a mild aura of cold and his wise grandmother knew something was wrong. She promptly kissed him on the forehead for luck and then kicked him out of his home. Balmaris could not be happier as he takes flight leaving Chondalwood behind.
Physical Description:
Item: Rod of the Pact Keeper
Looks like you haven't selected yet, maybe? I went ahead and finished my submission just in case it might not be too late.
Hope I'm not too late!
Damn it. I built a whole character from Tymanther then realized it used stuff stuff from fizbans (dragonborn drakewarden ranger who hates his drake pet, its a long story.) so know I gotta come up with a whole new char.
Guess I'll be...
Ability Scores: Strength: 7, Dexterity: 14, Con: 11, Intelligence: 12, Wis: 7, Cha: 16
Name/Pronouns: Threlan “Threl” (when male) or “Threla” (when female) Surnshormon; Genderfluid (Some days he/him, other days she/her) (after every long rest, I’ll roll a d10. Even is male, odd is female for the day.)
Race/Class: Dark Elf; Eloquence Bard (LVL 3)
Backstory: Threlan once lived in the underdark, in a Drow city that worshiped Lolth. Born female, she/he was elevated to a high position because of his/her sex. Unknown until his/her 20th birthday, she/he possessed the gift of Corellon, which makes an elf fluid of sex. So his/her body changes along with her gender. When one day she/he woke up as a male, his/her family members were horrified by the change, and cast Him/her out of her house. How dare she/he accept the blessing of wretched Corellon and give up his/her status as an obviously superior female, her/his family thought. Fearing retribution from the other Drow, Threlan fled into the caves of the Underdark. After days with no food, the ceiling above them split as destruction rained about them. The underchasm had opened. After lying there in misery and exhaustion, a group of adventurers had gone down into the chasm to investigate what the heck was happening, and they found Threlan. Thankfully, Threlan was taken in by them, using his/her knowledge and bardic ability to inspire and help them on their journey. After this adventure, Threlan returned to the surface along with his/her new companions. Facing much prejudice, Threlan parted ways from his/her friends to keep harm from befalling them. Now, He/she is an adventurer and public speaker who travels the south, fighting against evil and prejudice with wit and words rather than weapons.
Physical Description: Threlans body changes day to day. While male, they appear taller, but his may just be because they hold him/her-self with more confidence. In general, they average about 5’8” and are slender, weighing somewhere around 130 lbs. They have purple gray skin and piercing emerald eyes. Their hair is long and silver and braided into a different style each day. They
Item: Threlan wears a cloak of protection from one of their companions, who was murdered because of their friendship with Threlan.
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, The Rocket Raccoon/Trashcan Tactician (as appointed by Drummer). Pronouns They/Them/Theirs.
My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
DMing: Dark God's Dread; Raccoon's Strixhaven, Dungeon of The Dead Mage
Join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
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Now closed, PMs sent.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Thanks for your consideration. Have a great game!