(Hello! This is the world building RP thread for the PbP PvP campaign Robby’s Best Beast Fighting Fun Times! If you’d like to join, PM me and i’ll Give you creation rules and a campaign link. You don’t have to participate in my campaign, but i’d Like it if you did :) )
As you step out of the arena, the streets are bustling. Everyone seems to be hurrying up and going somewhere, but eventually stop going. You see many strange creatures... a cat like creature, but not a Tabaxi, strange metal beings, many, many humans dressed up in strange costumes, and people who look exactly like the kid in that statue. There are ships in one side of the land, many shops, and the arena bustles with magic, even though it is night time. The Bar/Inn is across the street, welcoming anyone.
What do you want to do?
how you got here:
Come on in! I have a surprise for you....’ a sign reads at the front of the city. There is a massive statue of a young kid with a hoodie on, smiling.
There is bustling all about. You see posters saying ‘Extra! Extra! Arena would like contestants for battle against sir Robby’s pets!’
You stop for a moment, and consider. You have little to no experience fighting, but what can go wrong? You, and other adventurers, hopefully, race to the arena, labeled ‘Robbys Awesome Arena!’ There is a woman at the front, a half orc named Sara. She hands you a form, you sign it, and walk in.
(If you’d like more, it’s fuzzy. Make a History or Arcana)
Damián quickly excuses himself from the well-wishers at the arena, walks across the street to the bar and makes his way to a back booth. He orders a drink and idly traces the name ‘Sofia’ along the table...
Damian, the man gives you some chocolate milk. The dwarven man has a Spider on his shoulder, and he is holding a crystal beer mug. Now, man, I have a question. Ain’t none of my business, but, who’s Sofia?
Balzavur leaves the arena and makes his way towards his little hovel.
Inside, he hangs up his cloak and removes his tunic. He lays his longsword at the feat of his home-made shrine to Tiamat, takes out his scourge, and begins to flagellate. He whispers to himself in draconic how his performance was not good enough, and how he is not worthy of the Queen of Dragons.
Balzavur, you try to go to the outskirts at your Brovel, but to no avail. You are shot backwards, back to the Arena (which I will now call the Arena of Beasts). An old man smiles at you from across the street.
Balzavur leaves the man to his drawings and heads back to the arena. He looks for some sort of lone official and asks the same question of them. If they avoid the question, he will use prestidigitation to appear more fearsome and intimidate them into giving him more information about this place.
[OoC]: If I can't leave, how did I arrive? Can I even remember?
Damn. Out of all of my rolls in this game so far, only one of them has been above 7 :/
You see a half elf with copper skin and a long sword, wearing very clean armor. “How can I help ye?” After asking, he smiles. “You might want to talk to the old man. He’s right there, across the street.” You look, and, even though you have walked far way, he’s there, across the street with his sketch pad.
(you walked down a lane in the woods after seeing a poster for the arena and that statue. Want more? History or arcana, DC13.)
The old man smiles. Nothing much. Old lane in the woods, used for hunting. Ah, I used to love hunting there. So much deer, the sounds of nature. Oh, and the house behind it. So beautiful. Of course, you didn’t see it. They never see it.
(nah, I’m nice. But I was expecting our pirate timat dragon to attack him, or threaten him)
Atom, after his defeat in the arena decides to take a break in the bar. He enters the bar and looks around for an empty table. He takes a seat and calls over the barkeeper. "Can I get a pitcher of your strongest Ale please!"
Buddy, I Think You’re Drunk. Not much people aren’t after that. As I said, go upstairs and sleep. he takes the man away. (If you want to hear what they’re saying, make a disadvantage perception check.)