You start with no armor or weapons, full health, and any spells prepared memorized.
PCs: Jaylen Orbman
Kamos
Albrec
Ransley
Halhace
Beginning:
"The sack-cloth is removed from your head.
“Take them!” barks one of the hobgoblin guards, gesturing to a table laden with weapons and other equipment.
For weeks, maybe months, you’ve been a prisoner in-transit. Sit down, stand up, march, eat, sleep; these are commands you’re used to. But now your captors invite you to take up arms? You take in your situation. You’re in a small, dank chamber. The only furniture is a battered old table on which rests a selection of gear. The gear available is one quarterstaff, two daggers, 2 maces, 1 net, 2 shields, 2 shortswords, 2 spears, 2 scimitars, and 1 whip, and there is also a selection of arcane foci, druidic foci, and holy symbols. There are two exits. There are ten hobgoblin guards who block one that leads into darkness. Another exit leads out, via a short tunnel, to sunlight. With you are several other prisoners, filthy and clothed in rags. They appear to be as confused as you are."
Eith little else that he can do without a way to focus his magic unless he wanted to risk being beaten again, Halhace will step forward and pick up a quarterstaff that can serve as a focus for more powerful magic. The full blooded orc carefully watches the hobgoblins as he does so, stepoing to the side once he hs the weapon of his choice. He will carefully watch the other prisonerss, his mind qorming on ways that he could possibly manipulate them with his skills as a con artist.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Jaylen looks around confused at the weapons being offered, but he has learned well enough by now not to refuse a direct order. He has the bruises to show for it. He hastily digs through the holy symbols looking for one to match his faith and scoops up a shield. He frowns in consternation at the stranger who picked up the quarterstaff, wondering what sort of magics they intend to work with it. He grabs a spear and tests its weight, mumbles a quick prayer for guidance "Weave guide my path" and attempts to snap off the spear tip to make a makeshift quarterstaff or club.
Kamos eyes the weapons, the guards and the other slaves wondering who the hobgoblin is talking to. Kamos slowly goes to take one of the daggers incase he was speaking to Kamos.
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Albrec snorts and straightens his stance. Pushing aside what merger choices left Albrec snatches a shield and sword. Shooting a sneer at the guards his focus quickly turns to Eith hoping being a half orc might be helpful. Looking at the others Albrec smiles and nods thinking to himself “Maybe I should stayed a mercanary.”
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Ransley Lvl 1 | Goliath | Barbarian
After what felt like forever the sackcloth is removed from his head and Ransley is momentarily blinded by the light. After hearing the orders to take something he walks over to the table and grabs two scimitars. They weren't what he was used to but they would do in a pinch. Looking around at the other prisoners, he wondered who he could trust.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
As you all watch each other, one of the hobgoblins bark "go through the tunnel!"
Jaylen, as you attempt to rip off the spear tip you manage to nick your hand a little bit and while you may have loosened the glued down leather around the tip, it has yet to budge.
You start to hear some cheering from the tunnel that leads out to bright light. Where will you all go now?
With little choice, Halhace will move towards the tunnel and make his way down it, holding the quarterstaff close at hand incase he needs something to bash something with. He will pause once he gets to the source of the cheering, pausing to look over his shoulder to where the rest of the prisoners were behind him.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Jaylen looks down at the top of the spear he failed to break, as if it betrayed him. He shrugs and follows Halhace out of tunnel, bracing himself for whatever is to come.
Ransley wordlessly followes the rest of the slaves, keeping his weapons at the ready.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
The hobgoblins sneer when Albrec calls them cowards but does not do much else, as they were told only to get the prisoners into the arena which they were moving into.
As you all proceed through the tunnel and into the sunlight. The roar of a crowd reaches your ears, becoming louder than before. This is a makeshift arena inside a deep natural shaft. The bottom, where you stand, is roughly circular and eighty feet in diameter. It is covered in fine white sand and littered with scraps of ruined armour and spatters of blood. The walls of the shaft are near vertical. Some forty feet up a viewing area has been hewn from the rock; this is where the small crowd of several dozen cheer from. The crowd consists of a diverse mix: mostly humans, hobgoblins and goblins, but some orcs and bugbears too. Over a hundred feet up the walls give way to a clear blue sky. Behind you, a heavy metal gate slams shut. It’s operated by a winch from the viewing area above. On the other side of the arena is another group of five human prisoners much like yourself.
A voice bellows from above. “Some new blood to the arena!”
It’s a human, a bald man with a thick black beard. He seems to be presiding over this whole affair. He points at your group. “This lot have newly arrived. They’ve not even had the time to unpack and settle into their lodgings!” The crowd laughs. “We want to give them every chance to see their new accommodation, so fighting against them is our next newest guests; this lot have only been with us for a few days.” The man raises his open palm melodramatically. “Begin!” he shouts. The prisoners opposite you look nervous. They hesitate, but after sharing a few nods of grim determination they begin to charge at you.
Roll initiative!
(Also, if you could quickly, give me your max HP, your AC (with no armor), and your class)
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
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(Halhace as 10 hp and 15 ac without his armor.)
Halhace prepares himself as he sees them getting ready to fight, letting his magic surge through him for the first time in several weeks now that he was no longer drugged.
Initiative: 17
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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Initiative: 10
AC: 14 (with shield, no armor)
HP: 11
Class: Cleric
"May the weave guide our blows, and deflect those of our adversaries" Jaylen quickly prays, as he nervously looks around at newfound companions of circumstance.
This is the beginning of your adventure.
You start with no armor or weapons, full health, and any spells prepared memorized.
PCs:
Jaylen Orbman
Kamos
Albrec
Ransley
Halhace
Beginning:
"The sack-cloth is removed from your head.
“Take them!” barks one of the hobgoblin guards, gesturing to a table laden with weapons and other equipment.
For weeks, maybe months, you’ve been a prisoner in-transit. Sit down, stand up, march, eat, sleep; these are commands you’re used to. But now your captors invite you to take up arms? You take in your situation. You’re in a small, dank chamber. The only furniture is a battered old table on which rests a selection of gear. The gear available is one quarterstaff, two daggers, 2 maces, 1 net, 2 shields, 2 shortswords, 2 spears, 2 scimitars, and 1 whip, and there is also a selection of arcane foci, druidic foci, and holy symbols. There are two exits. There are ten hobgoblin guards who block one that leads into darkness. Another exit leads out, via a short tunnel, to sunlight. With you are several other prisoners, filthy and clothed in rags. They appear to be as confused as you are."
Eith little else that he can do without a way to focus his magic unless he wanted to risk being beaten again, Halhace will step forward and pick up a quarterstaff that can serve as a focus for more powerful magic. The full blooded orc carefully watches the hobgoblins as he does so, stepoing to the side once he hs the weapon of his choice. He will carefully watch the other prisonerss, his mind qorming on ways that he could possibly manipulate them with his skills as a con artist.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Jaylen looks around confused at the weapons being offered, but he has learned well enough by now not to refuse a direct order. He has the bruises to show for it. He hastily digs through the holy symbols looking for one to match his faith and scoops up a shield. He frowns in consternation at the stranger who picked up the quarterstaff, wondering what sort of magics they intend to work with it. He grabs a spear and tests its weight, mumbles a quick prayer for guidance "Weave guide my path" and attempts to snap off the spear tip to make a makeshift quarterstaff or club.
Kamos eyes the weapons, the guards and the other slaves wondering who the hobgoblin is talking to. Kamos slowly goes to take one of the daggers incase he was speaking to Kamos.
list of my games/characters in the spoiler
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
18
Let's try that again. Haven't used the dice roller, sorry
Albrec snorts and straightens his stance. Pushing aside what merger choices left Albrec snatches a shield and sword. Shooting a sneer at the guards his focus quickly turns to Eith hoping being a half orc might be helpful. Looking at the others Albrec smiles and nods thinking to himself “Maybe I should stayed a mercanary.”
Ransley
Lvl 1 | Goliath | Barbarian
After what felt like forever the sackcloth is removed from his head and Ransley is momentarily blinded by the light. After hearing the orders to take something he walks over to the table and grabs two scimitars. They weren't what he was used to but they would do in a pinch. Looking around at the other prisoners, he wondered who he could trust.
Insight: 17
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
As you all watch each other, one of the hobgoblins bark "go through the tunnel!"
Jaylen, as you attempt to rip off the spear tip you manage to nick your hand a little bit and while you may have loosened the glued down leather around the tip, it has yet to budge.
You start to hear some cheering from the tunnel that leads out to bright light. Where will you all go now?
With little choice, Halhace will move towards the tunnel and make his way down it, holding the quarterstaff close at hand incase he needs something to bash something with. He will pause once he gets to the source of the cheering, pausing to look over his shoulder to where the rest of the prisoners were behind him.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Jaylen looks down at the top of the spear he failed to break, as if it betrayed him. He shrugs and follows Halhace out of tunnel, bracing himself for whatever is to come.
Kamos follows Halhace and Jaylen out of the tunnel.
list of my games/characters in the spoiler
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
Albrec with out flinching pushes to the front and out of the tunnel.
“If this is how we go this how we go!”
looking back at the guards Albrec laughs and calls them all cowards
Ransley wordlessly followes the rest of the slaves, keeping his weapons at the ready.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
The hobgoblins sneer when Albrec calls them cowards but does not do much else, as they were told only to get the prisoners into the arena which they were moving into.
As you all proceed through the tunnel and into the sunlight. The roar of a crowd reaches your ears, becoming louder than before. This is a makeshift arena inside a deep natural shaft. The bottom, where you stand, is roughly circular and eighty feet in diameter. It is covered in fine white sand and littered with scraps of ruined armour and spatters of blood. The walls of the shaft are near vertical. Some forty feet up a viewing area has been hewn from the rock; this is where the small crowd of several dozen cheer from. The crowd consists of a diverse mix: mostly humans, hobgoblins and goblins, but some orcs and bugbears too. Over a hundred feet up the walls give way to a clear blue sky. Behind you, a heavy metal gate slams shut. It’s operated by a winch from the viewing area above. On the other side of the arena is another group of five human prisoners much like yourself.
A voice bellows from above. “Some new blood to the arena!”
It’s a human, a bald man with a thick black beard. He seems to be presiding over this whole affair. He points at your group. “This lot have newly arrived. They’ve not even had the time to unpack and settle into their lodgings!” The crowd laughs. “We want to give them every chance to see their new accommodation, so fighting against them is our next newest guests; this lot have only been with us for a few days.” The man raises his open palm melodramatically. “Begin!” he shouts. The prisoners opposite you look nervous. They hesitate, but after sharing a few nods of grim determination they begin to charge at you.
Roll initiative!
(Also, if you could quickly, give me your max HP, your AC (with no armor), and your class)
Seeing the other group of prisoners Ransley gets ready for a fight.
Initiative: 21
HP: 14
Class: Barbarian
AC: 13
ooc: Why don't you make a campaign we can link are characters to?
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Kamos
Initiative: 17
Max Hit Points: 9
Armor Class: 14 (with no armor, normally don't wear armor because kamos is a monk)
Class: Monk
edit: forgot to put in AC
list of my games/characters in the spoiler
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
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This is is to add your character sheets so I’ll be able to look at them for information.
(Halhace as 10 hp and 15 ac without his armor.)
Halhace prepares himself as he sees them getting ready to fight, letting his magic surge through him for the first time in several weeks now that he was no longer drugged.
Initiative: 17
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Initiative: 10
AC: 14 (with shield, no armor)
HP: 11
Class: Cleric
"May the weave guide our blows, and deflect those of our adversaries" Jaylen quickly prays, as he nervously looks around at newfound companions of circumstance.
Initiative: 9
AC 11
HP 12
Albrec steps next to Jaylen
Edit forgot the class Fighter and added the shield I took at the start so fixed that