‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
Calanin is sitting in the outskirts of the city, in the exact middle of civilization and wilderness.
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
(OOC: Sorry for not responding, everyone! I was a bit busy.) {Matthÿse} - Casting a spell to find poisons and diseases, you find none anywhere. {Calanin} - Sitting near the wall of Deo, a Nessian metropolis, you are suddenly aware of some soldiers behind you. “Well, it looks like you’re in the right place,” one says. “You’ve been chosen for the games.” And you’re taken to a carriage (a flightless one) and driven down the plains of Nessus to the city of Trondheim, where the Nessian royal palace is. You’re driven up a long set of marble stairs through a traffic jam of other carriages and merchants carrying their supplies to the palace. Eventually, you make it all the way to the palace, where your carriage is parked and you’re taken to your team’s quarters. There, you meet a dragonborn, two half-elves, an elf, and a hobgoblin, perhaps your teammates.
Matthÿse, confident that there is nothing to worry about from the drinks, will simply sit in one of the couches and drink. He sets his warhammer and shield to the side and waits patiently for whatever comes next (or someone addresses him for something).
(OOC: Sorry for not responding, everyone! I was a bit busy.) {Matthÿse} - Casting a spell to find poisons and diseases, you find none anywhere. {Calanin} - Sitting near the wall of Deo, a Nessian metropolis, you are suddenly aware of some soldiers behind you. “Well, it looks like you’re in the right place,” one says. “You’ve been chosen for the games.” And you’re taken to a carriage (a flightless one) and driven down the plains of Nessus to the city of Trondheim, where the Nessian royal palace is. You’re driven up a long set of marble stairs through a traffic jam of other carriages and merchants carrying their supplies to the palace. Eventually, you make it all the way to the palace, where your carriage is parked and you’re taken to your team’s quarters. There, you meet a dragonborn, two half-elves, an elf, and a hobgoblin, perhaps your teammates.
Calanin (It’s Cal for short so I might say Cal instead) stumbles into a corner and squeezes his eyes shut. “Wh-why me…”
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
Matthÿse approaches Calanin without his shield or his warhammer as to not frighten him (he is aware that some people are not comfortable with dragonborn and he is taller than most), trying to ease any tension he might be feeling. "Greetings, Calanin," he says in his usual polite tone. "My name is Matthÿse. I couldn't help but notice you seem a bit troubled. Are you feeling unwell?" His eyes reflect genuine concern.
He looks up, fear in his eyes. “I-I didn’t think I’d be chosen… I’m no warrior.”
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
Matthÿse listens to Calanin's words, nodding understandingly. "I understand your apprehension," he replies gently. "But being a warrior isn't the only path to success in this... endeavor. Each of us brings unique skills and strengths to the table. Perhaps you possess talents that others do not. And remember, we are not alone in this. If we are to be a team, you have my full support." He offers Calanin a reassuring smile, probably showing off his fangs unconsciously.
I walk over to the men in the corner, careful not to trip on my coat as I slide down to sit aside the panicking one.
I say with a deep sigh, "None of u--" I catch my words then try again: "-- very few of us are likely warriors. I imagine even fewer chose this. Indeed, I would rather brave the streets begging for food again than suffer these 'games.'" (Especially if my friends could join me.)
"And though this appears our destiny," I clap him on his shoulder, "it need not be our end."
With that, I rise once more, opting to look out the western window as the rest acquaint themselves further.
"Hey, Matthyse...is it? I would recommend you to...think about what we are doing here. I wouldn't open that door without asking who it is." I chuckle slightly, and I grab a drink
My voice deepens "Wouldn't want to make that mistake myself"
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Hey, how ya doing? Oh, did you 4get what happened, really? that's really sad. At least you did well in that game... High 5! k, I get you didn't always like art class, but that was with any class. So can you draw?
"Nonsense! it's probably more servants bringing food" he'll say completely disregarding any sense of danger. "However, you're right. I was also suspicious until a few moments ago" and he'll turn to face the door, holding the handle, and say "State your name and business for being here" in a demanding tone.
(OOC: And that's where I'll leave it until the DM is available again XD)
"Nonsense! it's probably more servants bringing food" he'll say completely disregarding any sense of danger. "However, you're right. I was also suspicious until a few moments ago" and he'll turn to face the door, holding the handle, and say "State your name and business for being here" in a demanding tone.
(OOC: And that's where I'll leave it until the DM is available again XD)
Two soldiers, clad in gleaming armor, stand at the door. "Come with us," one says in a gruff, strangely monotone voice. "You've all been summoned."
I walk over to Matthyse, and whisper to him, "Told you so."
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Hey, how ya doing? Oh, did you 4get what happened, really? that's really sad. At least you did well in that game... High 5! k, I get you didn't always like art class, but that was with any class. So can you draw?
OoC: [Before we get into the nitty-gritty, DM, do you have a campaign page for us to register our characters to? I'm playing on my phone and the forum dice are a lot less mobile-user-friendly than character sheet dice, which are only visible to people with a shared game log.]
OOC: I'm down to join a campaign so ya'll can see my rolls in the game log.
Matthyse will simply open the door and follow the guards. But before that, he'll whisper back at Saferetan "Well... Remind me never to gamble against you in the future"
“Please no…” Calanin whimpers. “It’s a mistake…. It can’t be me!”
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‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
(Hey sorry. Was busy.)
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
Calanin is sitting in the outskirts of the city, in the exact middle of civilization and wilderness.
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
(OOC: Sorry for not responding, everyone! I was a bit busy.)
{Matthÿse} - Casting a spell to find poisons and diseases, you find none anywhere.
{Calanin} - Sitting near the wall of Deo, a Nessian metropolis, you are suddenly aware of some soldiers behind you. “Well, it looks like you’re in the right place,” one says. “You’ve been chosen for the games.”
And you’re taken to a carriage (a flightless one) and driven down the plains of Nessus to the city of Trondheim, where the Nessian royal palace is. You’re driven up a long set of marble stairs through a traffic jam of other carriages and merchants carrying their supplies to the palace. Eventually, you make it all the way to the palace, where your carriage is parked and you’re taken to your team’s quarters. There, you meet a dragonborn, two half-elves, an elf, and a hobgoblin, perhaps your teammates.
DM: Lord of Nessus - A D&D 5e Homebrew Campaign, A Rapidly Rotating Fractal - A D&D 5e Sci-fi Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
Matthÿse, confident that there is nothing to worry about from the drinks, will simply sit in one of the couches and drink. He sets his warhammer and shield to the side and waits patiently for whatever comes next (or someone addresses him for something).
Calanin (It’s Cal for short so I might say Cal instead) stumbles into a corner and squeezes his eyes shut. “Wh-why me…”
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
He looks up, fear in his eyes. “I-I didn’t think I’d be chosen… I’m no warrior.”
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
Matthÿse listens to Calanin's words, nodding understandingly. "I understand your apprehension," he replies gently. "But being a warrior isn't the only path to success in this... endeavor. Each of us brings unique skills and strengths to the table. Perhaps you possess talents that others do not. And remember, we are not alone in this. If we are to be a team, you have my full support." He offers Calanin a reassuring smile, probably showing off his fangs unconsciously.
I walk over to the men in the corner, careful not to trip on my coat as I slide down to sit aside the panicking one.
I say with a deep sigh, "None of u--" I catch my words then try again: "-- very few of us are likely warriors. I imagine even fewer chose this. Indeed, I would rather brave the streets begging for food again than suffer these 'games.'" (Especially if my friends could join me.)
"And though this appears our destiny," I clap him on his shoulder, "it need not be our end."
With that, I rise once more, opting to look out the western window as the rest acquaint themselves further.
For a while, you talk and drink. Suddenly, just as the sun is setting, a loud knock sounds in the door.
(OOC: I might not be on until next Monday)
DM: Lord of Nessus - A D&D 5e Homebrew Campaign, A Rapidly Rotating Fractal - A D&D 5e Sci-fi Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
(OOC: That's alright. Thanks for letting us know.)
Matthÿse would just give Calanin a drink and as he hears the door, he will go to open it if no one else does.
"Hey, Matthyse...is it? I would recommend you to...think about what we are doing here. I wouldn't open that door without asking who it is." I chuckle slightly, and I grab a drink
My voice deepens "Wouldn't want to make that mistake myself"
Hey, how ya doing? Oh, did you 4get what happened, really? that's really sad. At least you did well in that game... High 5! k, I get you didn't always like art class, but that was with any class. So can you draw?
Use (www.tinyurl/)
"Nonsense! it's probably more servants bringing food" he'll say completely disregarding any sense of danger. "However, you're right. I was also suspicious until a few moments ago" and he'll turn to face the door, holding the handle, and say "State your name and business for being here" in a demanding tone.
(OOC: And that's where I'll leave it until the DM is available again XD)
(OOC: Sorry, everyone! I'm back!)
Two soldiers, clad in gleaming armor, stand at the door. "Come with us," one says in a gruff, strangely monotone voice. "You've all been summoned."
DM: Lord of Nessus - A D&D 5e Homebrew Campaign, A Rapidly Rotating Fractal - A D&D 5e Sci-fi Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
I scoff, "I haven't even finished my drink!"
I walk over to Matthyse, and whisper to him, "Told you so."
Hey, how ya doing? Oh, did you 4get what happened, really? that's really sad. At least you did well in that game... High 5! k, I get you didn't always like art class, but that was with any class. So can you draw?
Use (www.tinyurl/)
OoC: [Before we get into the nitty-gritty, DM, do you have a campaign page for us to register our characters to? I'm playing on my phone and the forum dice are a lot less mobile-user-friendly than character sheet dice, which are only visible to people with a shared game log.]
I take another deep breath before straightening my coat. I then put my hands behind me, square my shoulders, and slowly proceed behind the others.
Wherever else we're headed, I have a feeling we're due to meet the Master of this grand scheme.
OOC: I'm down to join a campaign so ya'll can see my rolls in the game log.
Matthyse will simply open the door and follow the guards. But before that, he'll whisper back at Saferetan "Well... Remind me never to gamble against you in the future"
“Please no…” Calanin whimpers. “It’s a mistake…. It can’t be me!”
‘ too much of a bio to fit here. call me Bananer for short, I’m one of the forum’s resident insane things. I’m a nongender Therian (look it up!) and also a silver dragon (not my kintype, just a me thing.) I’m a rogue and wizard, and if you want more info on me, PM me, or ask someone else. I’m well known.
PM ME THE WORD BANANA! PRAISE JEFF! Check out my support thread! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/195676-just-a-support-thread
OOC: Would Matthÿse know what happens to those that refuse to participate after being summoned?