The story begins with a civil war in Harrowdale. The oldest and longest surviving Dale of the Dalelands has finally came under threat. You few, brave adventurers have been hired as sellswords under the banner of a minor noble in the hamlet of Dead Wood. Can order be restored to the oldest of the Dales, or will war consume yet another Dale?
An adventure for 4-5 characters
Level 1, point buy abilities, all alignments except Neutral Evil, and Chaotic Evil.
No homebrew, Eberron, or Magic: TGC. Critical Role and Playtest are good to go.
PM me with your character sheet, a simple backstory as to why you are doing mercenary work, and I'll get back with you when we have a team.
Throughout the warm summer day, you have finally found the small hamlet of Deadwood. Near the edge of the Cormanthor Forest, a lone stone keep stands surrounded by a scattering of wood and thatch houses. As you approach the keep, you stop a patrolling guard who directs you to a lean-to that is up against the keep's wall for your conscription. It is here you wait, for what you are uncertain.
Go ahead and introduce yourself, a brief physical description, and when you arrived at the keep (ie. just before dawn, around noon, the dead of night the day prior)
A light approaches the villiage in the dead of night. Flames play over a male figure's right hand fingers as he approaches the wall almost absent minded. His mage's robes are rather plain, a staff in his left hand, and a pack on his back that if observed carefully reveal a small corner of parchment peaking out from the top.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
An older, (and more than most) demonic appearing Tiefling approaches the group and looks over everyone waiting for orders. You notice his dark purple/scaly skin, straight silver eyes, and horns growing slightly up, and mostly back, about 20cm from his temples. Unlike many Tieflings he shows no shame in his appearance, and stands tall. "So this is where we're gathering?" Leto would have arrived last night, and waited for the group to begin to form before approaching.
"I see. I guess we will just have to wait a bit." as the tiefling leans his staff, and himself up against the wall, pulls out his hourglass and sets it down to watch the sand flow. "Any guess on the type of work we'll be doing?"
"Probably just some simple merc work, afterall it is a noble that hired for all we know we may have to go after some lost daughter of his or maybe even just a simple escort mission"
Draconavich hears their conversation as he approached and lets out an affable smile. "I am Draconovich Islandir at your service. You may have demonic blood in your veins but I have fire in mine." He says referring to his flame genasi heritage.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"One nice thing about demon blood is that fire isn't so scary."still smiling. "So what do you two bring to our group? I have some skill in handling the arcane." as Leto says this he slams his staff into the ground casting Thaumaturgy causing the ground to tremor slightly; and his grin widens.
Agatha is a short, scruffy looking human woman. Her fuzzy brunette hair concealed beneath her hat as she holds her walking stick and wanders towards the town. The sandals on her feet have had the straps replaced at least twice as she shifts a little in them, loosing a small stone that got lodged in there during her walk.
"Whew, finally."She says seemingly to herself. "Finally, some shelter." She then reveals the target of her voice, a teeny mouse that lives his her jacket pocket as she pets its head. "Gonna get me some grub."She wanders over to the guard. "'Ey, guv, can ya point me to a room an' board?"
Upon getting to the tavern, she pulls on her tatty shirt to smarten herself up a bit before wandering in with a stride. She looks around the nice warm common room, feeling somewhat refreshed. "Alright, time for some grub." She comments, wandering up to enquire about getting food and drink.
The story begins with a civil war in Harrowdale. The oldest and longest surviving Dale of the Dalelands has finally came under threat. You few, brave adventurers have been hired as sellswords under the banner of a minor noble in the hamlet of Dead Wood. Can order be restored to the oldest of the Dales, or will war consume yet another Dale?
An adventure for 4-5 characters
Level 1, point buy abilities, all alignments except Neutral Evil, and Chaotic Evil.
No homebrew, Eberron, or Magic: TGC. Critical Role and Playtest are good to go.
PM me with your character sheet, a simple backstory as to why you are doing mercenary work, and I'll get back with you when we have a team.
Throughout the warm summer day, you have finally found the small hamlet of Deadwood. Near the edge of the Cormanthor Forest, a lone stone keep stands surrounded by a scattering of wood and thatch houses. As you approach the keep, you stop a patrolling guard who directs you to a lean-to that is up against the keep's wall for your conscription. It is here you wait, for what you are uncertain.
Go ahead and introduce yourself, a brief physical description, and when you arrived at the keep (ie. just before dawn, around noon, the dead of night the day prior)
Kelric Deathblight
A human carrying a rapier and a dagger at his side, he wears a set of leather armor with a rose symbol on one shoulder, he just arrived this dawn.
Islandir Draconovich
A light approaches the villiage in the dead of night. Flames play over a male figure's right hand fingers as he approaches the wall almost absent minded. His mage's robes are rather plain, a staff in his left hand, and a pack on his back that if observed carefully reveal a small corner of parchment peaking out from the top.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
As the new figure approaches Kelric nods towards him "Evening"
An older, (and more than most) demonic appearing Tiefling approaches the group and looks over everyone waiting for orders. You notice his dark purple/scaly skin, straight silver eyes, and horns growing slightly up, and mostly back, about 20cm from his temples. Unlike many Tieflings he shows no shame in his appearance, and stands tall. "So this is where we're gathering?" Leto would have arrived last night, and waited for the group to begin to form before approaching.
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"Indeed I believe we have one or two more though."
"I see. I guess we will just have to wait a bit." as the tiefling leans his staff, and himself up against the wall, pulls out his hourglass and sets it down to watch the sand flow. "Any guess on the type of work we'll be doing?"
((Do we have an OOC chat going?))
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"Probably just some simple merc work, afterall it is a noble that hired for all we know we may have to go after some lost daughter of his or maybe even just a simple escort mission"
(As far as OOC I don't know of any)
"Guess we'll just have to wait and see. I'm Leto by the way." pushing off the wall to extend his hand
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"Kelric" he grabs Leto's hand "So are you one of those tieflings I've heard about before?"
"heh. That I am." smiling, showing small fangs "But a little bit of demon blood isn't such a bad thing really."
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"Well I hope we can be friends no matter your heritage"
Draconavich hears their conversation as he approached and lets out an affable smile. "I am Draconovich Islandir at your service. You may have demonic blood in your veins but I have fire in mine." He says referring to his flame genasi heritage.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Man we sure will get our fair share of stares a genasi and a tiefling, next thing you know we'll have a firbolg."
"One nice thing about demon blood is that fire isn't so scary." still smiling. "So what do you two bring to our group? I have some skill in handling the arcane." as Leto says this he slams his staff into the ground casting Thaumaturgy causing the ground to tremor slightly; and his grin widens.
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"Uh I hit stuff really well and I'm not too bad at staying hidden, I don't have too much training in magic though."
"I am pretty knowledgeable about a great variety of subjects and am pretty good at magics, especially fire magics."
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Oh that's right there is one thing I can do I can captain a ship pretty well."
Agatha is a short, scruffy looking human woman. Her fuzzy brunette hair concealed beneath her hat as she holds her walking stick and wanders towards the town. The sandals on her feet have had the straps replaced at least twice as she shifts a little in them, loosing a small stone that got lodged in there during her walk.
"Whew, finally." She says seemingly to herself. "Finally, some shelter." She then reveals the target of her voice, a teeny mouse that lives his her jacket pocket as she pets its head. "Gonna get me some grub." She wanders over to the guard. "'Ey, guv, can ya point me to a room an' board?"
Upon getting to the tavern, she pulls on her tatty shirt to smarten herself up a bit before wandering in with a stride. She looks around the nice warm common room, feeling somewhat refreshed. "Alright, time for some grub." She comments, wandering up to enquire about getting food and drink.
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