So when I first envisioned this character, it was actually a bugbear with a much more grim background. In short, he was lost in battle under a mountain and crawled with way out through the black abyss, but lost faith in his people along with his sanity, and is now a cannibalistic monster with a demonic voice in his head. I can certainly tone down the backstory a bit (lol maybe omit the cannibalism if you like). Just wondering if you would prefer the drow half-elf or the bugbear.
Also, what's the general disposition of and toward drow in your world?
Now that I'm updating my character sheet and such for the added gold, are you offering any buyback value for replacing starting equipment? If not, that's totally fine as I assume wear and tear or the dangers of adventuring would cause them to be lost without being able to sell them for upgrades.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
I like Drow myself, more so than High or Wood elves, or the other 9 variants or what ever Wizard of the Coast decided to add lol. As for dark themes, I am fine with it if everyone else is. A bugbear eating people, that is almost expected but a drow, that be cool, (if other's are fine with it of course)
As for people's disposition towards them, through this age of enlightenment, the Drow have been making strides to integrate themselves more into society. Most still live in the Underdark, because they have evolved to have better eyesight and find the sun annoying, but they aren't the murderous boogeyman but more like the goth stepchild of elven society. Most races don't care or indifferent being as they can only really differentiate drow from other elves, "oh hey this one is grey " In fact only races that hate the Drow are other elves. Even when the first Drow was elected president, people say he only won cause of his vice president was a high elf not another drow.
Lol well thst muddies the backstory a bit, but I suppose there are splinter factions in every race that have a nasty bent. Maybe a clan that still holds true to a hatred of surface races?
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Oh yeah, Barlow. When I called the Drow the Goth Stepchild of Elf society, I meant most Drow do see themselves as superior to the other races, just that their prefered weapon is snark instead a dagger to the throat. Why kill a person, they only suffer a little bit, when you can damage their psyche and give them suffering that last a lifetime.
First, thank you for accepting me as a late entry! Very excited to join the campaign, however if you feel that 8 players is overwhelming I don't mind stepping aside either. Definitely one of the larger groups I've played in. Also, I've dropped Kaldun to level 1 and joined the campaign.
My concept for Kaldun is that he was proudly Kobold and aggressively pushing for them to be more respected and have a place among the elite races. However if Kobolds are so widely hate/mistrusted that he feels the need to hide his identity I can tweak that part of him a bit. Also, I'm totally fine with a darker back story like Barlow was discussing, I had imagined Kaldun to be pretty dark too, he's basically willing to resort to any means necessary to further the political cause of his people, including overthrowing the Dominion if he can. He's part Bolshevik, part Black Panther (not the Marvel one...) and part Dragon.
Lastly, do you have any preferences for how we communicate? Should any out of character questions/comments be kept off the main thread or in a different color text or anything? Any standards you'd like to see for indicating when a character is speaking?
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Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
While I do agree that 8 players is a lot, to be honest my style of writing and rp works best when have people to bounce off of, so 8 people to bounce ideas off of is good.
As for kobold hate and mistrust, that was at the beginning of a fragile peace, unlike the dragonborn who still had hefty population to start their own country and wall it off from rest of the continent, the kobold population was so few that over 1000 years everyone thinks they are all dead. So people aren't going to believe when you tell they you are a kobold, they likely aren't going try kill you today as opposed to 1000 years ago, but you never know.
As for standards. "When you are speaking a different color of text would be delightful" As for me if I need to say something out of narration. (I will use brackets like these)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
yeah, as for leveling, I'm going to be using milestone instead of trying to keep track of exp, cause right now don't want to do extra math lol. But if made character with exp slider, its fine doesn't affect when leveling a character anyway lol.
Our story begins on an early October morning, in the small town of North Wind, the farthest town north in Nadaca before leaving the Avamoore continent, with only 10 miles of woods separating the boarder from the area beyond known by many names, The Savage Lands, The Wilds, The Lawless Territories. North Wind is usually a quiet town, but people are coming in from the surrounding area, preparing for the Gaea Day celebration happening in two days. The Gaea Day festival is a day farmers bring in crops, fur traders bring in furs, other merchants bring in general goods to sell in preparation for winter. The holiday seems to become more and more commercialized losing more of its relgious meaning offering thanks to the Mother Earth Goddess for the gifts she has bestowed her people, over the years.
This festival has attracted the ears of several people not from the usual farming communities that supports this little berg. One of them is Prospero Greenhill, a bit of a con man halfling. Prospero had been running scams and cons in the bigger cities of Nadaca, but feeling the heat of the law catching up to him, Greenhill decided to lay low in this little town. Couldn't help himself though, donning the disguise of a halfling noblemen, Prospero was able to sweet talk his was into the best room at the Pumpkin Gourd Inn. The room contained a king sized bed, with imported silk sheets, its own private bath and toilet.
Another guest staying at the Pumpkin Gourd was a teifling named Hymn. Hymn had been wandering around looking for some good to do, when hearing about this human festival about honoring an Earth God, Hymn decided to check it out. Now North Star hardly get any teiflings up this way, so Hymn gets a lot of looks as he come through town. Most tend to keep their distance, but no one has threatened Hymn yet.
Third guest at the Pumpkin Gourd Inn, is son of former prime minster of Tachunka, Bigark. Nadaca bordering Tachunka, its normal to see orcs passing through. Being son of a diplomat makes Bigark also well known. Bigark would have received the best room of the inn, if a certain halfing hadn't swindled it from the inn keeper an hour before Bigark arrived the previous night.
As the three of them are still asleep in their separate rooms, they are woken up by the sound of nail being hammered into wood. Those who go the windows to see what is happening. There stands a human male, wearing wide brimmed black hat, a black leather duster, over a metal breast plate, over a red shirt. The pants match the black duster. He has a cigar in his mouth. On his hip, a unique weapon most people has never seen. Only the handle of this weapon can be seen, which has golden eagle embedded into the wood and steel handle. In his hands, he is holding several copies of the wanted poster he hammered onto the board just outside the Inn. The wanted posters are of William Silverstring, the alais Prospero has been using in several cities now. "My name is Chester McCaw, of the Eagle Eye Lawkeepers. This man is a con man has been pulling scams in cities such as Davenport, Ames, even in Stardon City. There is a 500 gold bounty for this man. If you see him, report to local authorities or to myself. I will be heading east to Eastwood to warn them, then onward." With that said Chester hops onto his horse and rides onto his next stop to the east.
As Chester rides off, he must serve to nearly miss a man a half drow man, who had been traveling several days on the road now. This man is Tallis. Another man approaching from the northern woods, possibly even from the Wilds itself, a rough looking Barbarian type named Boo.
Meanwhile in the skies, several hundred feet up on an airship owned by the Iron Giant mining company, are the dwarf Flint Hammerlock and warforged Slag, to independent contractors hired as extra hands to help guard and deliver the last bit of their iron ore shipment to North Star where the captain of the ship, Duham adresses the two of them. "Well we are 30 minutes out from the last drop off. I know the contract has stated it was for one trip, but is there anyways I can persude the both of you to sign on for another contract? You two are really big help, heck think you two do more work than most my crew. But no pressure." As this conversation is going on, in between the walls of the ship, the kobold Kaldun Goldast, had snuck aboard this ship after finding they had destroyed his ancestral home in Iron Side Mountain, hoping to learn anything of valuable information about these people so he may have his revenge at least hopes so.
(So that is opening, you guys are free to start posting, interacting now. I do apologize to Thallis and Boo for not giving them a whole lot to work with, as things get going I'm sure things get easier)
(Flint returns the secret dwarven high-five to Slag!)
"Perhaps..."Flint replied briefly to Duham from over the top of his flask before taking a quick swig to finish it off. "If the money is good enough and yer provisions don't dry up." He winks with a shake of his now empty drink, contemplating throwing it over the edge of the air ship to allow it to fall the several hundred feet to the ground below, only to dismiss the thought as he tucks the flask into his pack.
Straightening up, Flint would looked off into the distance as he stroked his beard, "And aside from payment, we're already pretty far from home. May stay for the festival as it isn't something you normally make a day trip for, but another contract..." he trailed off before glancing over toward the warforged, "And unless my buddy Slag here has been eating for the fun of it, you either got a rat problem or a stowaway, because the foods disappearing quicker than the liquor and that just ain't right."
Looking up to Flint "I do eat fer fun sometimes, It is important to enjoy some of the finer things" Slag will chug the last of the 3 tankards of ale in front of him, wiping his Steel jaw with the back of his enormous metal hand. He will then let out a loud burp as a loud crack echos through this mechanical insides and two small plums of black smoke fire out the top of the smokestacks that run up his back (like a backfire). "Ahhh, nothing gets the old forge burning like a few breakfast ales eh Flint", Reaching across the table and giving him a hard pat on the shoulder with fingers shaped like pointed metal tombstones. "I may not need to eat but but I do enjoy some of the finer things in life on occasion" motioning to the empty tankards before rubbing both hands on his blast-furnace belly. "Flint is right through... I think ye may have some critters stowed away on here, I swear I heard something scurrying around in yer walls the other night." Slab will stand up and for a moment and start stretching his arms and legs, then arching his back and sticking his already-protruding stomach out even farther. Slag will turn to Duham, "ye make a good offer and I will have to think about it. I am interested in the festival going on down there.... I bet they have a wide variety of exotic crafting materials..." Then turning from Duham to Flint "Plus this may be a good oppertunity to spread to enlighten this town to the power and wonder of the Forge"
Prospero lays awake in his enormous bed, his pillow held tightly over his ears, staring at the ceiling. Why is someone hammering this early in the morning? He will have to have a talk with the manager about this inconvenience, maybe even get a free breakfast out of it. Well, he's already awake, might as well get up and start the day. Prospero takes his time getting ready, drawing a warm bath, making sure his hair is just right. He packs up all of his belongings before setting out, you can never be sure you'll sleep in the same bed the next night. That blasted hammering is still going on! What is so important that someone has to make this much noise? Prospero heads over to the window to look out and see what the source of his ire is. He sees a man in a black coat and black hat nailing something to all the sign posts along the street. The man is finishing up the last one, now all the way at the far end of the street, but Prospero can see the document that he's been hanging on one of the closer posts. "Oh......Oh no."
Duham listening to the concerns of his two independent contractors, taking in consideration of what they were telling him. Giving Flint a pat on the shoulder and goes to nudge Slag, but sees the fire shoot out his back pulls his arm away, as before turning to head back to his office. "It's probably just rats, we'll have this vessel fumigated once return to Kraighammer." Opening the door to his office, he turns back them. "Unless either of you two are so inclined to search for the pest yourself, be an extra 50 gold for successful termination of what ever you find, save us a bit of cost." Duham then steps into his office, preparing invoices and reciepts for this last stop, leaving Slag and Flint 30 minutes to prepare.
(If either Slag or Flint wants to search for said pest, you may roll an investigation check)
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Sounds good to me.
I'm okay with Boo just wandering about.
No complaints from me.
Slag will give Flint a dwarf high five (it is special, only dwarves know how to do it... don't question it)
So when I first envisioned this character, it was actually a bugbear with a much more grim background. In short, he was lost in battle under a mountain and crawled with way out through the black abyss, but lost faith in his people along with his sanity, and is now a cannibalistic monster with a demonic voice in his head. I can certainly tone down the backstory a bit (lol maybe omit the cannibalism if you like). Just wondering if you would prefer the drow half-elf or the bugbear.
Also, what's the general disposition of and toward drow in your world?
Now that I'm updating my character sheet and such for the added gold, are you offering any buyback value for replacing starting equipment? If not, that's totally fine as I assume wear and tear or the dangers of adventuring would cause them to be lost without being able to sell them for upgrades.
(Think I'll just take this over to a PM lol)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
I like Drow myself, more so than High or Wood elves, or the other 9 variants or what ever Wizard of the Coast decided to add lol. As for dark themes, I am fine with it if everyone else is. A bugbear eating people, that is almost expected but a drow, that be cool, (if other's are fine with it of course)
As for people's disposition towards them, through this age of enlightenment, the Drow have been making strides to integrate themselves more into society. Most still live in the Underdark, because they have evolved to have better eyesight and find the sun annoying, but they aren't the murderous boogeyman but more like the goth stepchild of elven society. Most races don't care or indifferent being as they can only really differentiate drow from other elves, "oh hey this one is grey " In fact only races that hate the Drow are other elves. Even when the first Drow was elected president, people say he only won cause of his vice president was a high elf not another drow.
Lol well thst muddies the backstory a bit, but I suppose there are splinter factions in every race that have a nasty bent. Maybe a clan that still holds true to a hatred of surface races?
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Oh yeah, Barlow. When I called the Drow the Goth Stepchild of Elf society, I meant most Drow do see themselves as superior to the other races, just that their prefered weapon is snark instead a dagger to the throat. Why kill a person, they only suffer a little bit, when you can damage their psyche and give them suffering that last a lifetime.
OK, I've completed Bigark's sheet, finishing out his description and notes. Let me know if anything doesn't jive.
Ok I'm just waiting on 2 people to accept campaign invites and get back to me, should hopefully have this going by tonight, or tomorrow morning.
I'm good with Hymn just traveling through
First, thank you for accepting me as a late entry! Very excited to join the campaign, however if you feel that 8 players is overwhelming I don't mind stepping aside either. Definitely one of the larger groups I've played in. Also, I've dropped Kaldun to level 1 and joined the campaign.
My concept for Kaldun is that he was proudly Kobold and aggressively pushing for them to be more respected and have a place among the elite races. However if Kobolds are so widely hate/mistrusted that he feels the need to hide his identity I can tweak that part of him a bit. Also, I'm totally fine with a darker back story like Barlow was discussing, I had imagined Kaldun to be pretty dark too, he's basically willing to resort to any means necessary to further the political cause of his people, including overthrowing the Dominion if he can. He's part Bolshevik, part Black Panther (not the Marvel one...) and part Dragon.
Lastly, do you have any preferences for how we communicate? Should any out of character questions/comments be kept off the main thread or in a different color text or anything? Any standards you'd like to see for indicating when a character is speaking?
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
While I do agree that 8 players is a lot, to be honest my style of writing and rp works best when have people to bounce off of, so 8 people to bounce ideas off of is good.
As for kobold hate and mistrust, that was at the beginning of a fragile peace, unlike the dragonborn who still had hefty population to start their own country and wall it off from rest of the continent, the kobold population was so few that over 1000 years everyone thinks they are all dead. So people aren't going to believe when you tell they you are a kobold, they likely aren't going try kill you today as opposed to 1000 years ago, but you never know.
As for standards. "When you are speaking a different color of text would be delightful" As for me if I need to say something out of narration. (I will use brackets like these)
Really hoping to get plenty of leveling opportunity with Tallis. This build really flourishes when it hits lvl 8 (5/3 Hexblade-Gloomstalker split)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
yeah, as for leveling, I'm going to be using milestone instead of trying to keep track of exp, cause right now don't want to do extra math lol. But if made character with exp slider, its fine doesn't affect when leveling a character anyway lol.
The Journey Begins
Our story begins on an early October morning, in the small town of North Wind, the farthest town north in Nadaca before leaving the Avamoore continent, with only 10 miles of woods separating the boarder from the area beyond known by many names, The Savage Lands, The Wilds, The Lawless Territories. North Wind is usually a quiet town, but people are coming in from the surrounding area, preparing for the Gaea Day celebration happening in two days. The Gaea Day festival is a day farmers bring in crops, fur traders bring in furs, other merchants bring in general goods to sell in preparation for winter. The holiday seems to become more and more commercialized losing more of its relgious meaning offering thanks to the Mother Earth Goddess for the gifts she has bestowed her people, over the years.
This festival has attracted the ears of several people not from the usual farming communities that supports this little berg. One of them is Prospero Greenhill, a bit of a con man halfling. Prospero had been running scams and cons in the bigger cities of Nadaca, but feeling the heat of the law catching up to him, Greenhill decided to lay low in this little town. Couldn't help himself though, donning the disguise of a halfling noblemen, Prospero was able to sweet talk his was into the best room at the Pumpkin Gourd Inn. The room contained a king sized bed, with imported silk sheets, its own private bath and toilet.
Another guest staying at the Pumpkin Gourd was a teifling named Hymn. Hymn had been wandering around looking for some good to do, when hearing about this human festival about honoring an Earth God, Hymn decided to check it out. Now North Star hardly get any teiflings up this way, so Hymn gets a lot of looks as he come through town. Most tend to keep their distance, but no one has threatened Hymn yet.
Third guest at the Pumpkin Gourd Inn, is son of former prime minster of Tachunka, Bigark. Nadaca bordering Tachunka, its normal to see orcs passing through. Being son of a diplomat makes Bigark also well known. Bigark would have received the best room of the inn, if a certain halfing hadn't swindled it from the inn keeper an hour before Bigark arrived the previous night.
As the three of them are still asleep in their separate rooms, they are woken up by the sound of nail being hammered into wood. Those who go the windows to see what is happening. There stands a human male, wearing wide brimmed black hat, a black leather duster, over a metal breast plate, over a red shirt. The pants match the black duster. He has a cigar in his mouth. On his hip, a unique weapon most people has never seen. Only the handle of this weapon can be seen, which has golden eagle embedded into the wood and steel handle. In his hands, he is holding several copies of the wanted poster he hammered onto the board just outside the Inn. The wanted posters are of William Silverstring, the alais Prospero has been using in several cities now. "My name is Chester McCaw, of the Eagle Eye Lawkeepers. This man is a con man has been pulling scams in cities such as Davenport, Ames, even in Stardon City. There is a 500 gold bounty for this man. If you see him, report to local authorities or to myself. I will be heading east to Eastwood to warn them, then onward." With that said Chester hops onto his horse and rides onto his next stop to the east.
As Chester rides off, he must serve to nearly miss a man a half drow man, who had been traveling several days on the road now. This man is Tallis. Another man approaching from the northern woods, possibly even from the Wilds itself, a rough looking Barbarian type named Boo.
Meanwhile in the skies, several hundred feet up on an airship owned by the Iron Giant mining company, are the dwarf Flint Hammerlock and warforged Slag, to independent contractors hired as extra hands to help guard and deliver the last bit of their iron ore shipment to North Star where the captain of the ship, Duham adresses the two of them. "Well we are 30 minutes out from the last drop off. I know the contract has stated it was for one trip, but is there anyways I can persude the both of you to sign on for another contract? You two are really big help, heck think you two do more work than most my crew. But no pressure." As this conversation is going on, in between the walls of the ship, the kobold Kaldun Goldast, had snuck aboard this ship after finding they had destroyed his ancestral home in Iron Side Mountain, hoping to learn anything of valuable information about these people so he may have his revenge at least hopes so.
(So that is opening, you guys are free to start posting, interacting now. I do apologize to Thallis and Boo for not giving them a whole lot to work with, as things get going I'm sure things get easier)
(Flint returns the secret dwarven high-five to Slag!)
"Perhaps..." Flint replied briefly to Duham from over the top of his flask before taking a quick swig to finish it off. "If the money is good enough and yer provisions don't dry up." He winks with a shake of his now empty drink, contemplating throwing it over the edge of the air ship to allow it to fall the several hundred feet to the ground below, only to dismiss the thought as he tucks the flask into his pack.
Straightening up, Flint would looked off into the distance as he stroked his beard, "And aside from payment, we're already pretty far from home. May stay for the festival as it isn't something you normally make a day trip for, but another contract..." he trailed off before glancing over toward the warforged, "And unless my buddy Slag here has been eating for the fun of it, you either got a rat problem or a stowaway, because the foods disappearing quicker than the liquor and that just ain't right."
Looking up to Flint "I do eat fer fun sometimes, It is important to enjoy some of the finer things" Slag will chug the last of the 3 tankards of ale in front of him, wiping his Steel jaw with the back of his enormous metal hand. He will then let out a loud burp as a loud crack echos through this mechanical insides and two small plums of black smoke fire out the top of the smokestacks that run up his back (like a backfire). "Ahhh, nothing gets the old forge burning like a few breakfast ales eh Flint", Reaching across the table and giving him a hard pat on the shoulder with fingers shaped like pointed metal tombstones. "I may not need to eat but but I do enjoy some of the finer things in life on occasion" motioning to the empty tankards before rubbing both hands on his blast-furnace belly. "Flint is right through... I think ye may have some critters stowed away on here, I swear I heard something scurrying around in yer walls the other night." Slab will stand up and for a moment and start stretching his arms and legs, then arching his back and sticking his already-protruding stomach out even farther. Slag will turn to Duham, "ye make a good offer and I will have to think about it. I am interested in the festival going on down there.... I bet they have a wide variety of exotic crafting materials..." Then turning from Duham to Flint "Plus this may be a good oppertunity to spread to enlighten this town to the power and wonder of the Forge"
Prospero lays awake in his enormous bed, his pillow held tightly over his ears, staring at the ceiling. Why is someone hammering this early in the morning? He will have to have a talk with the manager about this inconvenience, maybe even get a free breakfast out of it. Well, he's already awake, might as well get up and start the day. Prospero takes his time getting ready, drawing a warm bath, making sure his hair is just right. He packs up all of his belongings before setting out, you can never be sure you'll sleep in the same bed the next night. That blasted hammering is still going on! What is so important that someone has to make this much noise? Prospero heads over to the window to look out and see what the source of his ire is. He sees a man in a black coat and black hat nailing something to all the sign posts along the street. The man is finishing up the last one, now all the way at the far end of the street, but Prospero can see the document that he's been hanging on one of the closer posts. "Oh......Oh no."
Duham listening to the concerns of his two independent contractors, taking in consideration of what they were telling him. Giving Flint a pat on the shoulder and goes to nudge Slag, but sees the fire shoot out his back pulls his arm away, as before turning to head back to his office. "It's probably just rats, we'll have this vessel fumigated once return to Kraighammer." Opening the door to his office, he turns back them. "Unless either of you two are so inclined to search for the pest yourself, be an extra 50 gold for successful termination of what ever you find, save us a bit of cost." Duham then steps into his office, preparing invoices and reciepts for this last stop, leaving Slag and Flint 30 minutes to prepare.
(If either Slag or Flint wants to search for said pest, you may roll an investigation check)