I'm a new DM. I will be running a oneshot on the 16th of March. My Timezone is EST. I would like to start around 10am est. The oneshot will be hosted on dndbeyond play-by-post forum.
I see it running approximately 2-3 hours.
The Format will be online play-by-post. Both new and experienced players are welcome.
I don't need to know your character immediately. You can either make one yourself, use one of dndbeyond's premade characters, and I put some unassigned characters in the campaign. Characters will start this adventure at level 3. If you need help with your character, just let me know.
Looking for a minimum of three (3) and a maximum of four (4) players. I will close this thread on Friday or Saturday. Earlier if there's a lot of interest.
This one-shot adventure takes place the day before the Festival of Merit, an annual celebration that hosts a variety of contests of strength and cunning. As locals prepare for the event, the characters learn that a small crate of festival prizes has gone missing—and someone has left clues to their hidden location. Tasked with retrieving the crate, the characters will have to solve riddles and visit locations throughout Jigow to retrieve the prizes in time for the Festival of Merit.
The players act as 3rd-level characters visiting the goblin and orc town of Jigow. Characters will explore various locations throughout Jigow to discover and solve riddles and take down some unexpected monsters to recover stolen goods. Characters that excel at sleuthing and that are cunning will perform particularly well in this adventure, while those that can read others well may receive some additional help in completing this quest.
The town of Jigow is nestled on the banks of the Ifolon River and is home to all manner of goblinkin. Homes and businesses are built atop the backs of gargantuan tortoises and occasionally sway when these beasts of burden stretch or move.
There's an air of anticipation as you wander through the streets. Colorful banners and other decor are being hung up for tomorrow's Festival of Merit. Merchants are setting up tables with trinkets and the pungent air mingles with the smell of fresh-baked bread. Above you an orc sits on the steps of a three-story inn named the Unbroken Tusk. She waves a torn sheet of parchment and shouts down at a group of goblinkin arguing with one another.
"I already told you that's all the paper says. If you want to have a go at it, then be my guest, I've got pies to bake," she shouts, tossing the parchment into the crowd and going inside the inn. An elderly goblin man snatches the parchment out of the air and muses over it.
He moves closer to the thoroughly incensed crowd, curious to the nature of this outburst. Perhaps he might be able to discern the issue from over their shoulders...
"I suppose that is true." The orc glances over at the lizardkin. "But what nerve this thief has. Stealing festival supplies, and leaving a riddle." The orc gestures at the paper an elderly male goblin is holding. "They're daring us to find what they stole."
" 'scuse me! excuse m... Hey, excuse you! Hey, what does that letter say?"Wren says as he attempts to navigate the crowed toward the letter. Being just about the same size as the goblins, and towing a Wargong with wheels about the same size and heaviness as himself, he certainly is struggling. "I'm supposed to be playing and opening for the festival, has it been canceled?!"
All who can see Wren Warwick, see a stout, round bellied man with jet black hair tied into a bun, and a beard tied the same with the exception of some gray streaking in his hair that falls from his chin. He wears tight cream robes adorned with what looks like metallic blue filigree woven into it, but mostly obscured by a dark brown cloak covering him from head to toe, only exposing the mid-section of his robes. He tows a large golden wargong on wheels, the wargong has an embossed depiction of lightning bolts striking a tree.
"What? What's that? You all want to see this riddle?" The elderly goblin hands the parchment to the halfling. The lizardkin and dwarf look over his shoulders.
Year by year we drink and dance in the merry Festival of Merits. And what a prize are the prizes we gift to those who are cunning and strong. But what of our mettle?
Friends and family of Jigow, I challenge you on the eve of our festival, to a test that will take you through our beloved town. If these streets are foreign to you, you need not fret. Here is a map with a list of locations where you may or may not find clues. Should you wish to retrieve the stolen prizes and win one for yourself, you need only begin your journey with this riddle: Ankle-deep you'll wander to tug a blackened thread in a sea of bending blades.
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I'm a new DM. I will be running a oneshot on the 16th of March. My Timezone is EST. I would like to start around 10am est. The oneshot will be hosted on dndbeyond play-by-post forum.
I see it running approximately 2-3 hours.
The Format will be online play-by-post. Both new and experienced players are welcome.
I don't need to know your character immediately. You can either make one yourself, use one of dndbeyond's premade characters, and I put some unassigned characters in the campaign. Characters will start this adventure at level 3. If you need help with your character, just let me know.
Looking for a minimum of three (3) and a maximum of four (4) players. I will close this thread on Friday or Saturday. Earlier if there's a lot of interest.
This one-shot adventure takes place the day before the Festival of Merit, an annual celebration that hosts a variety of contests of strength and cunning. As locals prepare for the event, the characters learn that a small crate of festival prizes has gone missing—and someone has left clues to their hidden location. Tasked with retrieving the crate, the characters will have to solve riddles and visit locations throughout Jigow to retrieve the prizes in time for the Festival of Merit.
The players act as 3rd-level characters visiting the goblin and orc town of Jigow. Characters will explore various locations throughout Jigow to discover and solve riddles and take down some unexpected monsters to recover stolen goods. Characters that excel at sleuthing and that are cunning will perform particularly well in this adventure, while those that can read others well may receive some additional help in completing this quest.
Would like to join with Lira Willowbrand, a HIll Dwarf Arcane Trickster Rogue
Ability scores: 16 11 13 12 16 12
Link to character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/120232552
Always nice to see a unique pitch! How long do you anticipate this running?
About 2-3 hours with text only. I’ll edit my original post with estimated time as well.
I'd like to submit Oro, a Lizardfolk Rogue/Scout
Character Sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/120269156
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/120291208
Here's my guy, made just for this one shot 😎
We now have 4 players. Game will start Saturday March 16 at 10am EST.
Feel free to post in this thread or pm me with any questions before we start.
Added additional info regarding characters to original post.
Would you be alright if I added on? You said you could have four players possibly.
Would you be alright if I played as Jaren Smarthengow, an eldritch knight fighter?
(Will send link if you accept.)
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The town of Jigow is nestled on the banks of the Ifolon River and is home to all manner of goblinkin. Homes and businesses are built atop the backs of gargantuan tortoises and occasionally sway when these beasts of burden stretch or move.
There's an air of anticipation as you wander through the streets. Colorful banners and other decor are being hung up for tomorrow's Festival of Merit. Merchants are setting up tables with trinkets and the pungent air mingles with the smell of fresh-baked bread. Above you an orc sits on the steps of a three-story inn named the Unbroken Tusk. She waves a torn sheet of parchment and shouts down at a group of goblinkin arguing with one another.
"I already told you that's all the paper says. If you want to have a go at it, then be my guest, I've got pies to bake," she shouts, tossing the parchment into the crowd and going inside the inn. An elderly goblin man snatches the parchment out of the air and muses over it.
"How rude! Stealing festival supplies!" A goblin exclaims.
"Thief sure is arrogant. Leaving a riddle." An orc snorts.
A dwarf, lizardfolk, and halfling come across the crowd.
"One is sure to be arrogant, if one is a thief," replies the Lizardkin.
He moves closer to the thoroughly incensed crowd, curious to the nature of this outburst. Perhaps he might be able to discern the issue from over their shoulders...
[Passive Perception: 18]
“Or just a thief who is trying too hard,” offers the dwarf.
"I suppose that is true." The orc glances over at the lizardkin. "But what nerve this thief has. Stealing festival supplies, and leaving a riddle." The orc gestures at the paper an elderly male goblin is holding. "They're daring us to find what they stole."
" 'scuse me! excuse m... Hey, excuse you! Hey, what does that letter say?" Wren says as he attempts to navigate the crowed toward the letter. Being just about the same size as the goblins, and towing a Wargong with wheels about the same size and heaviness as himself, he certainly is struggling. "I'm supposed to be playing and opening for the festival, has it been canceled?!"
All who can see Wren Warwick, see a stout, round bellied man with jet black hair tied into a bun, and a beard tied the same with the exception of some gray streaking in his hair that falls from his chin. He wears tight cream robes adorned with what looks like metallic blue filigree woven into it, but mostly obscured by a dark brown cloak covering him from head to toe, only exposing the mid-section of his robes. He tows a large golden wargong on wheels, the wargong has an embossed depiction of lightning bolts striking a tree.
"What? What's that? You all want to see this riddle?" The elderly goblin hands the parchment to the halfling. The lizardkin and dwarf look over his shoulders.
J1. The Unbroken Tusk
J2. An unfinished maze
J3. Ifolon River
J4. Beefslab Butchers
J5. Rice paddies
J6. Horizonback tortoise paddock
J7. Staging area
J8. Temple of the Luxon
J9. Helter-Skelter
The Lizardkin, Oro, reaches out to pull the paper over closer to him. He hopes it's plainly written.