1. Leosin Erlanthar, a wandering monk, once saved your life. He’s sent urgent word for you to meet him in a small town called Greenest. Looks like it’s time to pay off that debt.
Backstory -
Born into a stereotypical Hobgoblin tribe, the War-Chief more akin to a Goblin than the terrifying military strategist which could raze the planes of Faerûn. Gremlar was born smaller than most of the Hobgoblins sired at the time. Most suspected he wouldn't survive his first winter, nor his second or third. However, survive he did, constantly clinging on to life.
He endured the brutal training of his childhood, despite not reaching the same physical stature of his "brothers" his skill and brutality being twice that of his peers. During the 'year of hell', that each Hobgoblin is required to participate in his ferocity knew no bounds. Not once did he retreat, constantly staying in the thick of battle, immersed in it frenzied almost. Swinging his great axe with such savagery that his skin shone a bright crimson more often than the his natural orange hue.
This continued well into his teens until one fateful raid, his tribe encountered a group of soldiers comprised of all manner of races, the entire tribe massacred without so much as a scratch on their armour. Gremlar howled in a bestial rage as he rushed towards what seemed to be their leader, he barely made 3 steps before elven archers turned him into a pin cushion. In spite of this he continued, even faster hurling himself into the air, his great axe swinging wildly.
Before he could so much as clip the armour clad knight, he was punched with such vigour that all momentum was reversed and his body flung back. After crashing to the ground he tried to bring himself back to his feet, his chest burned with pain, arrows and what felt like an impression of a fist in sternum.
Battered, bruised, bleeding but not defeated. The fire in his eyes burned hotter than any flame. Kicked away from his hunched over position. The leader locked eyes with Gremlar and spoke common with an elven accent, "Come find me, but not with a rabble like this." As his conciousness fled him, an image burned it's way into Gremlar's very soul, an ornate golden trident emblazoned upon an azure shield.
Chosen Bond from Table: You have heard rumors that your close childhood friend, a half-elf named Talis, has been kidnapped by a strange group of dragon cultists. Your investigations into the cult have led you to the town of Greenest. You must save her!
Backstory: She grew up in a rich noble family, never wanting for anything. Tired of being treated like a child, J'eilil recently ran away from her family to make a name for herself and prove that she doesn't need her family's help to be great.
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J'eilil - Fire Genasi Druid (Hoard of the Dragon Queen)
1. Leosin Erlanthar, a wandering monk, once saved your life. He’s sent urgent word for you to meet him in a small town called Greenest. Looks like it’s time to pay off that debt.
Born into a stereotypical Hobgoblin tribe, the War-Chief more akin to a Goblin than the terrifying military strategist which could raze the planes of Faerûn. Gremlar was born smaller than most of the Hobgoblins sired at the time. Most suspected he wouldn't survive his first winter, nor his second or third. However, survive he did, constantly clinging on to life.
He endured the brutal training of his childhood, despite not reaching the same physical stature of his "brothers" his skill and brutality being twice that of his peers. During the 'year of hell', that each Hobgoblin is required to participate in his ferocity knew no bounds. Not once did he retreat, constantly staying in the thick of battle, immersed in it frenzied almost. Swinging his great axe with such savagery that his skin shone a bright crimson more often than the his natural orange hue.
This continued well into his teens until one fateful raid, his tribe encountered a group of soldiers comprised of all manner of races, the entire tribe massacred without so much as a scratch on their armour. Gremlar howled in a bestial rage as he rushed towards what seemed to be their leader, he barely made 3 steps before elven archers turned him into a pin cushion. In spite of this he continued, even faster hurling himself into the air, his great axe swinging wildly.
Before he could so much as clip the armour clad knight, he was punched with such vigour that all momentum was reversed and his body flung back. After crashing to the ground he tried to bring himself back to his feet, his chest burned with pain, arrows and what felt like an impression of a fist in sternum.
Battered, bruised, bleeding but not defeated. The fire in his eyes burned hotter than any flame. Kicked away from his hunched over position. The leader locked eyes with Gremlar and spoke common with an elven accent, "Come find me, but not with a rabble like this." As his conciousness fled him, an image burned it's way into Gremlar's very soul, an ornate golden trident emblazoned upon an azure shield.
Character Sheet
Looking for more healers, there are quite a few magic and melee users, just need more support people then we may start.
I could swap in Balin the Grim for Olgar the Mad...
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Charwoman_Gene/characters/4019559
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
I put in a cleric. Did you pick him?
Name: J'eilil
Race: Fire Genasi
Age: 20
Class: druid
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Background: noble
Chosen Bond from Table: You have heard rumors that your close childhood friend, a half-elf named Talis, has been kidnapped by a strange group of dragon cultists. Your investigations into the cult have led you to the town of Greenest. You must save her!
Backstory: She grew up in a rich noble family, never wanting for anything. Tired of being treated like a child, J'eilil recently ran away from her family to make a name for herself and prove that she doesn't need her family's help to be great.
J'eilil - Fire Genasi Druid (Hoard of the Dragon Queen)
Recruitment shall now close and the party shall be shortly announced.
Party is:
Congratulations to you all, I will contact you with the campaign link and thread link via PM. Apologies to all the other applicants.