I'm looking for 3 players who can post regularly. At least twice per day, 30ish times a week would be great! I'm wondering if I can wrap up a short story in 6-8 weeks in a PbP format. Prefer experienced players. Here's the premise:
There's only one Gold dragon left in the realm and she's very, very lonely. It's been an age since any other dragons were seen. She's tried to find satisfaction taking on various forms in various cultures in various times but her biological clock is ticking! She does not want her ancient heritage and knowledge to die with her. She has felt a shift in the streams of magic. An ancient artifact has made it's presence known to her. It's her last hope, her only hope to call a mate to her before her line fades away forever!
In one of her most convincing forms she's taken on the role of a Dragonborn running a Colosseum in the realms capitol to find the very best candidates to retrieve the artifact for her. She is very tempted to get it herself but knows it is well guarded by those who don't want her line to continue. She cannot risk herself, so will instead send you!
You will be starting at level 12 with appropriate magic items to suit your class and your fame from rising through the ranks of the Colosseum.
If you're interested in trying to pull this off tell me the race and class you'd like to play and how you found yourself competing in the finals at the Colosseum.
If this is open I'd like to throw my hat into the ring.
I have about four years of experience with 5e and another two or so years playing 3.5 and a bit of pathfinder. I have mostly real life experience but have been doing pbp for almost a year. I should be able to post mutliple times a day but it is mostly in the evening EST.
I would like to use a character the name of Halizthan Darthiol. Halizthan is a male drow that is a Shadow Sorcerer. This is my second time playing a sorcerer and I have been really interested in trying a shadow sorcerer.
Halizthan was born to a noble family in the underdark but was due to be sacrificed, this leading to a horrid scar that maimed half his face. While he was saved due to the sudden death of another male that was killed in a bid for power. As he grew up and his strange magic maifested, the scarred drow was ostracized as his kin found his ugly appearance an affront to their beautifully chaotic surroundings. With little choice, Halizthan fled to the surface, using his magic to make a life for as a criminal and or spy for whoever paid the most money.
When he found out about the tournament at the Coliseum he made a bid to enter in order to win some the fame and prizes promised to those that mace a name for themselves. In roder to fight better in the arena he slowly reworked his magic from being stealth based to being primarily attack based in order to either carrfully pick off oppoents or in the case of multiple opponents using spells to damage them as much as possible. While not the best teianed he also has some skill in using a blade if necessary, using it when his magic was weakened or if he simply found they were not worth his magic.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Name: Rend Race: kobold Class: barbarian Backstory: Rend started out working at the colosseum. He was responsible for helping haul away dead bodies and making sure that the sewer system beneath the arena was clear of debris so the blood that would drain down into it could keep flowing. Inbetween performing his duties he would spend most his days watching the fighters and practicing with weapons he would pick up off of bodies of some of the more unfortunate contenders. One day when working to haul away one of the losers of a match against a pair of lions, the lions broke free of their restraints and Rend was able to use his dexterity and determination to slay the lions. After that, he was hooked and no longer worked to clean up the Colosseum.. but was instead an active participant. Rend is constantly underestimated because of his size and uses his combination of fear and anger to drive him to perform amazing feats... often to the enjoyment of the audience around him. After years of combat within the arena, Rend has made a name for himself not only an impressive fighter... but also a bit of a showman.... eventually working his way into the finals at the Colosseum.
I can post a lot monday through fridays but I am a little slower on the weekends.
I was born just outside Icewind Dale. When I was only 10, my parents were killed by a Yeti while moving supplies through the mountains for the local lord. After hearing of this, the lord took me in and let the priests and paladins raise me. As soon as I was old enough, I joined the paladin order and trained with them everyday. When I was 17, a young warlock, Joh the Cunning, came to live in the keep at the request of the lord. I started to spend time with her as he was the same age as me and one thing lead to another, we became lovers. Over the course of the next year, I could feel the dark magic he wielded seep into me, slowly pushing the faith of my deity out. It also raised my senses to the corruption in the keep temple. As I started to question priest and paladin's actions, they felt the need to push me out and labeled me a heretic. I vowed one day I would return and confront the corruption there and show that they are the heretics, not me.
In the mean time I decided to continue my training and honning me skills by competing in the arena, until I felt powerful enough to make the trek back home and clean the corruption out of my once honorable keep and temple.
OK. Perfect! We have our players! I got lucky again and we have a pretty good mix. There is a 4th player who is playing a dwarf eldrich knight. You may have to be aware of heals and I'll include some potions to help out with that.
Beetlejuice. maybe choose a magic item that could help with that too.
You can all start with 3 magic items. one common, one uncommon and one rare. You may also choose either a rare piece of armor or a rare weapon as your reward from winning the Colosseum games.
Everyone is starting at lvl 12 so make sure you've adjusted all your points accordingly.
When everyone has everything nailed down we'll get started.
You say 1 common, 1 uncommon, and 1 rare magic item plus a rare weapon or armor? So technically you can have a rare weapon and armor piece if you use your 2 rares for it?
So I'm going to set the stage while folks are finishing their characters.
You are each colosseum champions of your divisions and after the award ceremony have received personal invitations for a private audience with the Dragonborn who runs the games. Accepting the invitation is not optional as it is delivered by armed guards who escort you through twisting halls and stairways until you reach an open arboretum perched on the side of the colosseum. It is quiet the sight to behold and completely obscured from below. The guards separate when entering and with heads bowed form a pathway for you to walk through admitting you to the gardens.
As you enter you are taken aback by a sense of what you could only call holiness. Everywhere you look something is in bloom. Flowers, trees and shrubs are exploding in a riot of color while bees, butterflies and birds weave an intricate dance through the blossoms. You hear the sound of water splashing and are drawn to it. Walking down a path of what seems to be crushed shells you come upon a small pool of water surrounded by carved stones. The splashing is coming from a foot making lazy circles in the pool. You cannot keep your eyes from roaming from her foot, to a well muscled and defined leg, past a golden girdle and over a smooth stomach. Your gaze is drawn upward past a golden mantel and finally settling on piercing golden eyes. The figure by the pool smiles and says in a seductive hiss...
Halizthan fits the looks of a normal drow, having a slender and athletic frame. His white hair is rather close cut with the bangs covering his left eye which is covered by a decorative if not somewhat plain eyepatch, his right being the normal red drow were known for. His most notable physical features are horrific scars that are on the left side of his face to lead to a belief that he lost his eye. His clothing is rather elegant, being a dark grey in color with light red stitching in certain areas of the outfit, a black cloak is worn over this. To finish off his look he has a rapier on his hip and a staff he uses as almost a walking stick.
(If it is ok got rid of the daggers and light crossbow a sorcerer gets to get a plain rapier.)
As they come across the dragonborn running the games, Halizthan dips low to bow to their host. To him it seems to be a practiced motjon as if he has done it regulary in the past, which would be a fair guess since he grew up in the matriarchal society of the drow. As he slowly right himself he will carefully look her over, feeling that if he did not have his magic eyepatch he would be having a hard time looking at her. "I thank you for this honour and for being such a gracious host. Please call me Halizthan if it pleases you. I know that my moniker in the arena was the Touch of Death but it is a rather crude name would you not agree." As he speaks he keeps a charming smile on his disfigured face.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
J’Anna enters the arboretum, plate mail gleaming from the reflections of the lights in the room. Well battle tested in the area, and always victorious she strides very regally towards the others and takes a knee in front of the Dragonborn. “I am honored being granted an audience.” J’Anna turns to the drow, a friend from the coliseum, being partnered in 2 v 2 and group matches, “How are you my friend?”
Halizthan turns to the second person to speak, his hands moving to rest comfortablly on the top of the staff he seemed ro be using as some kind of walking stick. "I am faring quite well this day. My breakfast was of the utmost quality and I find myself in the comapny of many charming ladies who do not wish to see me crushed beneath their heels. Now if only I had a fine glass of elven wine my day would be complete."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
As the word "elvish" is leaving your lips you see a tanned skin dragon born weaving her way through the trees carrying a tray with glasses and an ornate bottle.
You're host still twirling her foot in the pool motions to the carved stones next to her "'Please, sit and enjoy some refreshments. You have fought well and I wish to congratulate you personally"
Halizthan will take a glass ofnthe win when it is offered to him, nodding in thanks to the female dragonborn that is serving it. With the whine carefully in his jand he will move over to take a seat next to the host, carefully sitting down and placing his staff into his lap. "Once again I must thank you milady. It is not every day that I am treated so well." As before he makes sure to never let the charming smile leave his face.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
J’Anna never one to turn down drink takes a glass and a seat. “Quite someplace you have here this arboretum, it has been quite a while since I have seen such beautiful life all in one place.” J’Anna sips the wine, “I am curious though what brings us here?”
Halizthans smile is returned in kind. "I suppose there's no harm in telling you some of the purpose of you being here while we wait for the other matches to conclude." She gets up and starts walking around the pool. "My name is Zephatessataseria, but you may call me Tessa. I've been watching both of you, as well as the rest of the finalists, for quiet some time. I must say I've been envisioning this moment for many years and now that it's here I don't know where to start." Her mouth turns down into a small grimace and you both feel, for an instant, that you would kill to see her smile again.
"Have either of you heard of Denonon?" She shakes her head to herself. "Of course not. Hmm. How to explain... Denonon was an ancient city of great learning and magic. It was built on the ruins of a city whos name is lost to time but was built there for a reason. There is power in that place. The power drew scholars and kings alike and great wars were fought for control of the city. Over time the shame, greed, and guilt tainted Denonon until it's power faded, it's walls crumbled and it's kings turned to dust." She holds out her hand in the exact moment her servant is offering her a cup.
"Over time the land has changed. Mountains have moved and Denonons location has been lost. Yet there is still a great power buried beneath the ruins. Buried beneath the shame of an age." She snorts and a small gout of flame springs from her nostrils. " Perhaps you think I'm mad? I wouldn't blame you. Mad or not I will give you treasures beyond your wildest dreams of you can find the magic that lies beneath what was once Denonon. You will have to find Denonon first, but with that in maybe able to help "
The scarred drow listens quietly as the dragonborn speaks, his mind trying to wrap around how to pronounce her true name before quickly deciding that Tessa is more then enough. As she grimaces and he feels strange he does his best to keep the charming smile up, not wanting break the mask of serenity he has had up most of the time. While feeling no danger at the moment his ingrained paranoia from years in the underdark make him wary of dropping it due to notmwishing to give his true thoughts away.
"If this city was lost so long ago how is it that you have come across it my lady Tessa? Not to sound crass but it sems as though it would involve heavy research to know of such a place or having lived for many centuries. To my knowledge your people usually do not live much longer then eight decades of life without magical or divine intervention." As he speaks his eyes do start to gleam at the mention of treasure.
"Lady Tessa," J'Anna looks a little intrigued always willing to take on an adventure,"even if the city is found, are we looking for something specific or is there just bound to be magic everywhere?"
She smiles widely, revealing overlarge pointed teeth. "My kind?" She says with a soft giggle. " You are closer then you could guess saying Dragonborn are my kind, but indeed they are. Many are my descendants. I suppose you would call them my great, great, great, great grandchildren. Perhaps there's more 'greats' in their, to be honest I've lost track of the generations throughout years. "
"As to your question, J'Anna, you are indeed searching for something specific. It's what you're magic wielders of today might call a focus, or teleport ring. You see even though I have mothered many offspring I've never mothered one that is truly my own. I'm afraid my kind have all but disappeared from this realm. With the focus though there is a chance I could call a mate to me. Even if it is just a tiny sliver of a chance it fills me with hope. Soon I will pass from this realm and my line would fade to myth. A line born of the very fires that formed the land. I am as you might say, feeling my mortality, which is something I never thoguth to hear myself say"
"Well Tessa, being the coliseum master here and running this fine establishment," Jade thinks back a moment on her time spent here, "I was always treated very well and am thankful you provided me with a place to grow and hone my skills. I was actually just thinking the other day I am at a point I think I am ready to go back home and fulfill my bound duty to clean out the real corruption in my home keep and temple. However with that said," she pauses briefly again, "I will gladly help you, it will be a great honor and even more so a wonderful test if I am ready to fulfill my goals."
J'Anna (with her sorcerer side being dragonborn she can sense another of the line) finishes speaking in draconic...
"With Tyr's favor," and she briefly looks upwards, "I will do what I can ensure your line carries on."
Halizthan raises a brow at her comment of having been a mother to many children as to him she seemed to be younger then he was since he was nearly a hundred and twenty himself. While that was still rather young for someone of his own race it was unheard of for a dragonborn. It did not take long for him to however catch on that she eas not in her true form.
"I to shall help to find this ring but firsr I could perhaps make a few suggestions...." The drow pauses to carefully word his next thoughts.
If what you say is true then would it not be possible to simply mate with others to pass on your bloodline? I know that many would find it strange but I am sure that many a man dragonborn or otherwise would be more then happy to do so for such a charming lady as yourself. I am not saying it is not unwise collect this ring but perhaps there is also magic that could allow for this. Among my kin it is not uncommon for a female priestess to do so... even if the resulting offspring have questionable parentage at times." He says watching her as he resists the urge to uncover more of what she is hiding.
I'm looking for 3 players who can post regularly. At least twice per day, 30ish times a week would be great! I'm wondering if I can wrap up a short story in 6-8 weeks in a PbP format. Prefer experienced players. Here's the premise:
There's only one Gold dragon left in the realm and she's very, very lonely. It's been an age since any other dragons were seen. She's tried to find satisfaction taking on various forms in various cultures in various times but her biological clock is ticking! She does not want her ancient heritage and knowledge to die with her. She has felt a shift in the streams of magic. An ancient artifact has made it's presence known to her. It's her last hope, her only hope to call a mate to her before her line fades away forever!
In one of her most convincing forms she's taken on the role of a Dragonborn running a Colosseum in the realms capitol to find the very best candidates to retrieve the artifact for her. She is very tempted to get it herself but knows it is well guarded by those who don't want her line to continue. She cannot risk herself, so will instead send you!
You will be starting at level 12 with appropriate magic items to suit your class and your fame from rising through the ranks of the Colosseum.
If you're interested in trying to pull this off tell me the race and class you'd like to play and how you found yourself competing in the finals at the Colosseum.
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
If this is open I'd like to throw my hat into the ring.
I have about four years of experience with 5e and another two or so years playing 3.5 and a bit of pathfinder. I have mostly real life experience but have been doing pbp for almost a year. I should be able to post mutliple times a day but it is mostly in the evening EST.
I would like to use a character the name of Halizthan Darthiol. Halizthan is a male drow that is a Shadow Sorcerer. This is my second time playing a sorcerer and I have been really interested in trying a shadow sorcerer.
https://ddb.ac/characters/8551406/Mkpgj8
Halizthan was born to a noble family in the underdark but was due to be sacrificed, this leading to a horrid scar that maimed half his face. While he was saved due to the sudden death of another male that was killed in a bid for power. As he grew up and his strange magic maifested, the scarred drow was ostracized as his kin found his ugly appearance an affront to their beautifully chaotic surroundings. With little choice, Halizthan fled to the surface, using his magic to make a life for as a criminal and or spy for whoever paid the most money.
When he found out about the tournament at the Coliseum he made a bid to enter in order to win some the fame and prizes promised to those that mace a name for themselves. In roder to fight better in the arena he slowly reworked his magic from being stealth based to being primarily attack based in order to either carrfully pick off oppoents or in the case of multiple opponents using spells to damage them as much as possible. While not the best teianed he also has some skill in using a blade if necessary, using it when his magic was weakened or if he simply found they were not worth his magic.
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)
Name: Rend
Race: kobold
Class: barbarian
Backstory: Rend started out working at the colosseum. He was responsible for helping haul away dead bodies and making sure that the sewer system beneath the arena was clear of debris so the blood that would drain down into it could keep flowing. Inbetween performing his duties he would spend most his days watching the fighters and practicing with weapons he would pick up off of bodies of some of the more unfortunate contenders. One day when working to haul away one of the losers of a match against a pair of lions, the lions broke free of their restraints and Rend was able to use his dexterity and determination to slay the lions. After that, he was hooked and no longer worked to clean up the Colosseum.. but was instead an active participant. Rend is constantly underestimated because of his size and uses his combination of fear and anger to drive him to perform amazing feats... often to the enjoyment of the audience around him. After years of combat within the arena, Rend has made a name for himself not only an impressive fighter... but also a bit of a showman.... eventually working his way into the finals at the Colosseum.
I can post a lot monday through fridays but I am a little slower on the weekends.
J'Anna Moonbear
Human (Var) Paladin8/lock3/sor1
I was born just outside Icewind Dale. When I was only 10, my parents were killed by a Yeti while moving supplies through the mountains for the local lord. After hearing of this, the lord took me in and let the priests and paladins raise me. As soon as I was old enough, I joined the paladin order and trained with them everyday. When I was 17, a young warlock, Joh the Cunning, came to live in the keep at the request of the lord. I started to spend time with her as he was the same age as me and one thing lead to another, we became lovers. Over the course of the next year, I could feel the dark magic he wielded seep into me, slowly pushing the faith of my deity out. It also raised my senses to the corruption in the keep temple. As I started to question priest and paladin's actions, they felt the need to push me out and labeled me a heretic. I vowed one day I would return and confront the corruption there and show that they are the heretics, not me.
In the mean time I decided to continue my training and honning me skills by competing in the arena, until I felt powerful enough to make the trek back home and clean the corruption out of my once honorable keep and temple.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Beetlejuice74/characters/8551482
OK. Perfect! We have our players! I got lucky again and we have a pretty good mix. There is a 4th player who is playing a dwarf eldrich knight. You may have to be aware of heals and I'll include some potions to help out with that.
Beetlejuice. maybe choose a magic item that could help with that too.
You can all start with 3 magic items. one common, one uncommon and one rare. You may also choose either a rare piece of armor or a rare weapon as your reward from winning the Colosseum games.
Everyone is starting at lvl 12 so make sure you've adjusted all your points accordingly.
When everyone has everything nailed down we'll get started.
Welcome!
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
You say 1 common, 1 uncommon, and 1 rare magic item plus a rare weapon or armor? So technically you can have a rare weapon and armor piece if you use your 2 rares for it?
Correct
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
So I'm going to set the stage while folks are finishing their characters.
You are each colosseum champions of your divisions and after the award ceremony have received personal invitations for a private audience with the Dragonborn who runs the games. Accepting the invitation is not optional as it is delivered by armed guards who escort you through twisting halls and stairways until you reach an open arboretum perched on the side of the colosseum. It is quiet the sight to behold and completely obscured from below. The guards separate when entering and with heads bowed form a pathway for you to walk through admitting you to the gardens.
As you enter you are taken aback by a sense of what you could only call holiness. Everywhere you look something is in bloom. Flowers, trees and shrubs are exploding in a riot of color while bees, butterflies and birds weave an intricate dance through the blossoms. You hear the sound of water splashing and are drawn to it. Walking down a path of what seems to be crushed shells you come upon a small pool of water surrounded by carved stones. The splashing is coming from a foot making lazy circles in the pool. You cannot keep your eyes from roaming from her foot, to a well muscled and defined leg, past a golden girdle and over a smooth stomach. Your gaze is drawn upward past a golden mantel and finally settling on piercing golden eyes. The figure by the pool smiles and says in a seductive hiss...
"Welcome my champions"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Halizthan fits the looks of a normal drow, having a slender and athletic frame. His white hair is rather close cut with the bangs covering his left eye which is covered by a decorative if not somewhat plain eyepatch, his right being the normal red drow were known for. His most notable physical features are horrific scars that are on the left side of his face to lead to a belief that he lost his eye. His clothing is rather elegant, being a dark grey in color with light red stitching in certain areas of the outfit, a black cloak is worn over this. To finish off his look he has a rapier on his hip and a staff he uses as almost a walking stick.
(If it is ok got rid of the daggers and light crossbow a sorcerer gets to get a plain rapier.)
As they come across the dragonborn running the games, Halizthan dips low to bow to their host. To him it seems to be a practiced motjon as if he has done it regulary in the past, which would be a fair guess since he grew up in the matriarchal society of the drow. As he slowly right himself he will carefully look her over, feeling that if he did not have his magic eyepatch he would be having a hard time looking at her. "I thank you for this honour and for being such a gracious host. Please call me Halizthan if it pleases you. I know that my moniker in the arena was the Touch of Death but it is a rather crude name would you not agree." As he speaks he keeps a charming smile on his disfigured face.
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)
J’Anna enters the arboretum, plate mail gleaming from the reflections of the lights in the room. Well battle tested in the area, and always victorious she strides very regally towards the others and takes a knee in front of the Dragonborn. “I am honored being granted an audience.” J’Anna turns to the drow, a friend from the coliseum, being partnered in 2 v 2 and group matches, “How are you my friend?”
Halizthan turns to the second person to speak, his hands moving to rest comfortablly on the top of the staff he seemed ro be using as some kind of walking stick. "I am faring quite well this day. My breakfast was of the utmost quality and I find myself in the comapny of many charming ladies who do not wish to see me crushed beneath their heels. Now if only I had a fine glass of elven wine my day would be complete."
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)
As the word "elvish" is leaving your lips you see a tanned skin dragon born weaving her way through the trees carrying a tray with glasses and an ornate bottle.
You're host still twirling her foot in the pool motions to the carved stones next to her "'Please, sit and enjoy some refreshments. You have fought well and I wish to congratulate you personally"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Halizthan will take a glass ofnthe win when it is offered to him, nodding in thanks to the female dragonborn that is serving it. With the whine carefully in his jand he will move over to take a seat next to the host, carefully sitting down and placing his staff into his lap. "Once again I must thank you milady. It is not every day that I am treated so well." As before he makes sure to never let the charming smile leave his face.
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)
J’Anna never one to turn down drink takes a glass and a seat. “Quite someplace you have here this arboretum, it has been quite a while since I have seen such beautiful life all in one place.” J’Anna sips the wine, “I am curious though what brings us here?”
Halizthans smile is returned in kind. "I suppose there's no harm in telling you some of the purpose of you being here while we wait for the other matches to conclude." She gets up and starts walking around the pool. "My name is Zephatessataseria, but you may call me Tessa. I've been watching both of you, as well as the rest of the finalists, for quiet some time. I must say I've been envisioning this moment for many years and now that it's here I don't know where to start." Her mouth turns down into a small grimace and you both feel, for an instant, that you would kill to see her smile again.
"Have either of you heard of Denonon?" She shakes her head to herself. "Of course not. Hmm. How to explain... Denonon was an ancient city of great learning and magic. It was built on the ruins of a city whos name is lost to time but was built there for a reason. There is power in that place. The power drew scholars and kings alike and great wars were fought for control of the city. Over time the shame, greed, and guilt tainted Denonon until it's power faded, it's walls crumbled and it's kings turned to dust." She holds out her hand in the exact moment her servant is offering her a cup.
"Over time the land has changed. Mountains have moved and Denonons location has been lost. Yet there is still a great power buried beneath the ruins. Buried beneath the shame of an age." She snorts and a small gout of flame springs from her nostrils. " Perhaps you think I'm mad? I wouldn't blame you. Mad or not I will give you treasures beyond your wildest dreams of you can find the magic that lies beneath what was once Denonon. You will have to find Denonon first, but with that in maybe able to help "
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
The scarred drow listens quietly as the dragonborn speaks, his mind trying to wrap around how to pronounce her true name before quickly deciding that Tessa is more then enough. As she grimaces and he feels strange he does his best to keep the charming smile up, not wanting break the mask of serenity he has had up most of the time. While feeling no danger at the moment his ingrained paranoia from years in the underdark make him wary of dropping it due to notmwishing to give his true thoughts away.
"If this city was lost so long ago how is it that you have come across it my lady Tessa? Not to sound crass but it sems as though it would involve heavy research to know of such a place or having lived for many centuries. To my knowledge your people usually do not live much longer then eight decades of life without magical or divine intervention." As he speaks his eyes do start to gleam at the mention of treasure.
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)
"Lady Tessa," J'Anna looks a little intrigued always willing to take on an adventure,"even if the city is found, are we looking for something specific or is there just bound to be magic everywhere?"
She smiles widely, revealing overlarge pointed teeth. "My kind?" She says with a soft giggle. " You are closer then you could guess saying Dragonborn are my kind, but indeed they are. Many are my descendants. I suppose you would call them my great, great, great, great grandchildren. Perhaps there's more 'greats' in their, to be honest I've lost track of the generations throughout years. "
"As to your question, J'Anna, you are indeed searching for something specific. It's what you're magic wielders of today might call a focus, or teleport ring. You see even though I have mothered many offspring I've never mothered one that is truly my own. I'm afraid my kind have all but disappeared from this realm. With the focus though there is a chance I could call a mate to me. Even if it is just a tiny sliver of a chance it fills me with hope. Soon I will pass from this realm and my line would fade to myth. A line born of the very fires that formed the land. I am as you might say, feeling my mortality, which is something I never thoguth to hear myself say"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
"Well Tessa, being the coliseum master here and running this fine establishment," Jade thinks back a moment on her time spent here, "I was always treated very well and am thankful you provided me with a place to grow and hone my skills. I was actually just thinking the other day I am at a point I think I am ready to go back home and fulfill my bound duty to clean out the real corruption in my home keep and temple. However with that said," she pauses briefly again, "I will gladly help you, it will be a great honor and even more so a wonderful test if I am ready to fulfill my goals."
J'Anna (with her sorcerer side being dragonborn she can sense another of the line) finishes speaking in draconic...
"With Tyr's favor," and she briefly looks upwards, "I will do what I can ensure your line carries on."
Halizthan raises a brow at her comment of having been a mother to many children as to him she seemed to be younger then he was since he was nearly a hundred and twenty himself. While that was still rather young for someone of his own race it was unheard of for a dragonborn. It did not take long for him to however catch on that she eas not in her true form.
"I to shall help to find this ring but firsr I could perhaps make a few suggestions...." The drow pauses to carefully word his next thoughts.
If what you say is true then would it not be possible to simply mate with others to pass on your bloodline? I know that many would find it strange but I am sure that many a man dragonborn or otherwise would be more then happy to do so for such a charming lady as yourself. I am not saying it is not unwise collect this ring but perhaps there is also magic that could allow for this. Among my kin it is not uncommon for a female priestess to do so... even if the resulting offspring have questionable parentage at times." He says watching her as he resists the urge to uncover more of what she is hiding.
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