Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind’s howling increases as he turns his gaze down toward the village of Barovia. Far below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Strahd’s face forms the barest hint of a smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came — all according to his plan. A lightning flash rips through the darkness, but Strahd is gone. Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited.
Hello everyone!
I'm Crispy! Some of you may have seen me around the forums and/or have adventured with me in the past. Some of you may have been in one of my games! If so, it's good to see you again! I'm starting a recruitment thread for D&D's CURSE OF STRAHD, coming VERY EARLY MARCH. I had so much fun running this over a year ago, i'm gonna do it again!
HOW TO APPLY:
Feel free to post your application in this thread. Here are the things I will be looking for, as we have some time before the adventure begins and you have time to brainstorm. Take this seriously. I am very picky about who I choose. I WILL CONSIDER VERY SERIOUS AND WELL THOUGHT OUT APPLICATIONS ONLY. If you blitz through this without much thought, I can tell, and you will most likely be overlooked. I'm looking for players who post regularly, have interesting concepts, make an effort, and who are quality players. But most of all, we're gonna have some fun. This is what i'd like to know:
- NAME (Your characters name) - CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now) - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) - YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
QUESTIONS?
Got questions? I've got answers! Go ahead and send me a PM, i'll get back to you ASAP. I know there's probably things I didn't cover, but we'll get to it as we near the release date of the campaign. Thanks so much, and good luck!
Race: Hill Dwarf- but would be interested in any other non PHB classes on DND beyond.
Class: Cleric-War Domain
Background- I would like to work with you on the background, i am leaning towards the soldier background but would like to see what other more colorful options you would allow and get an idea of gods to pick from not sure if we would be starting in the Forgotten Realms setting then after working out the background i can make it much more in depth.
Time Zone: I live in Asheville NC so i am on EST
Experience: I am relatively new to D&D but have really picked it up after finding Critical Role on youtube. I work a lot though so Play by Post is all i can manage at the moment. I am currently in two other games(was in three but the DM stopped posting for almost a week so i resigned).
Me: I am a truck driver so i work really long hours but find it really fun to kill time at backhauls and stops to type up posts. i would like to get to the point that i could DM a game but for now that task seems rather daunting.
Rajiira was born in the Mirror-Realm of Abeir-Toril, an exact copy of Faerun caused by the shattering of reality by Ao. This plane is a nightmare version of the world we all know, where the prime elemental lords still roam free, the home of the Dragonborn race, where dragons still reign as tyrants. The weave in this place is twisted. When Rajiira was barely in her tenth year of life, her tribe was attacked as collateral damage to a Dragon Lords rampage, everyone, including her, was killed. A few days after, a sect of Dragonborn preists and clerics found the carnage that was her home, having pity, the majority of the village, including her was resurrected back to life, but the weave corrupted the spells, forever alterign the appearance of her tribe. Before, they had all been what you would expect, filled with vibrant orange and black and white. However, her peoples fur was now entirely bleach-bone white, and the stripes, were a faded, haunting grey. After the spellplague tore through Faerun, the Tabaxi, whom had been trapped in Abeir-Toril and their homeland of Maztica was once again thrust back into it's home plane: Faerun.
Back in their home-world after centuries trapped the Tabaxi were once again reuinited with the Catlord, one of their many Dieties, who blessed the tribe as he was wont to do, blessing many with wanderlust and curiosity. Rajiira was one who was curs.. blessed with this, and as such, it became her duty to explore the world, to seek knowledge for her tribe, to bring back for the good of her peoples, and to learn what, and how the world has changed in the preceeding centuries. (there's a hell of a lot more I could put here as this character has the most backstory of any of my characters but I'll stop there!) - YOUR TIME: UT? - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE More than a year. - YOURSELF I'm an annoying sloot. -Disco? Hai.
- NAME (Your characters name): Orilo "Stonethroat" Vaimei-Laga -RACE: (Fallen) Aasimar - CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now): Paladin - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character): [Criminal]
Orilo was born to a proud, nomadic tribe of goliaths. But he was different from the others, for he had the spark of the divine within him. One that marked him as the son of an old hero of the tribe that gained the affection of an Empryean trapped long ago upon the mountain. Or so the story went. Try as he might, and though still of great size and strength, there could be no denying it. This did not exempt him from having to earn his place. A task that was not easy. Yet, he threw himself at every opportunity to prove himself. During one of their excursions in the lower reaches of their mountainous domain, they were ambushed by true giants. All but Orilo, and his brother survived the ambush, only to be captured, and later sold as slaves to human merchants. Seeing their potential, their new master turned them into gladiators. And so they remained for several years, growing ever greater in infamy, if albeit with a great deal of initial reluctance.
As a result, it was all but inevitable for the two to be pitted against each other for a final bout. Again, they tried to resist their masters, much to the displeasure of both he and the crowd. For the first time in his life, Orilo cast aside tradition, his pride, and prayed to his father for another way out. But in the end, following an ultimatum, the two fought... and Orilo came out victorious. From then on, he gained the name "Stonethroat" in both mockery and adulation for the means by which he claimed victory. And on that day, the light in him died...
Orilo was never the same after that. While for a time he found strength in companionship with his mentor, a firbolg gladiator, and a would-be assassin of a halfling/"gift" from the master, no moment of levity lasted long enough, and no joy proved great enough for the light's full return. Years again pass before Orilo found his freedom alongside his companions. But, too ashamed of having not fallen with his brothers, and worst yet, slaying one of his own for the amusement of his first master, Orilo avoided returning to his mountain domain until he earned enough good deeds and noteworthy tales to hopefully make up for his failings. Life wasn't so kind, however, for though he experienced many battles throughout much of it, the glory of those battles were always tainted in one form or another. Nevertheless, he carries on as a ex-slave, former gladiator champion, dubiously honored solider, a thief/enforcer, and most lately a wandering sword for hire, hoping that the gods would grant him but the one opportunity to die with his honor intact, and dignity restored.
And failing that, to see to it that he at least be given a chance pay his father back for a useless blessing, and for having ignored his call for aid in his darkest hour.
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?): MST(GMT-7) - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?): There is at least some indirect experience/influence from watching watching streamed games such as Critical Role, Dice Camera Action, and SalutetheFlumph. But, I'd say at least a little over a year now of actual gameplay experience. Some of it in RL, though time constraints sadly resulted in the group having to disband. Most of the rest has been on here through PbP. The name at least to said games being in my signature. Aside from plenty of time as a decent player (or so I'd like to think), No honest experience with DMing just yet, but I'm hoping to change that in the next couple of months. ;) - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.): Something interesting... something interest. Hmm, A toughie. I'm shy? Bah, so is most nerds. I'm a dedicated rper? Okay. Kind of weird, but also whatever. Describing most indulgers of rpgs. Oh, I know! I go off on this random tangents at times, and try to liven up uncomfortable (and by uncomfortable, I typically mean open-ended) inquiries with too much details, or levity. Now we're cooking! Oh, oh! And, I'm a warehouse worker whose luckiness about freer weekends is soon to change, but that won't stop this nutball. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): Sure
- NAME: Wisecrack (Wise for short and also his given name) - CLASS: Tiefling, Bard - BACKGROUND:Wise never really did fit in anywhere; it could have been from the infernal heritage, his eccentric behavior, his sometimes lack of boundaries, or any combination of his quirks. Now, Wise was born and grew up in the remote mountain village of Arush Vayem where he lived around dragonborn, humans, dwarves and other tieflings. His parents, one a human the other a tiefling, gave him the virtue name Wise in hopes that he would make better decisions than they did; unfortunately this has not been the case. Despite his unwise choices growing up, Wise found joy in seeing people's faces light up with genuine smiles and laughter. With those two forces driving him, Wise's behavior became eccentric by purposefully, and sometimes accidentally, performing slap-stick. After a few close calls with death and a couple of major injuries, Wise toned down the behavior but didn't completely stop. It was around this time that he also started to tell jokes, either that he had heard before or made up himself. From there he moved on to telling puns along with his jokes and eventually started working in the local tavern as comedic entertainment; which earned him the name Wisecrack. That and also the fact that even though he grew up in a somewhat safe village, the others that were around his age would make off hand remarks and poke fun at him and others; so he got pretty decent at making those types of comments back. Now that Wise is a young adult, he is still driven by his joy of making people smile and laugh, but he wants to bring that to more then just the village of Arush Vayem. His goal in life is to travel around as much as he can performing his stand-up comedy skits and bring back stories of his adventures to those in Arush Vayem; along with new joke and puns. - YOUR TIME ZONE:UTC -07:00 - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE:I have been in and out of the D&D scene for a few years due to work schedules and such, but I have played in several home games and a handful of adventure league games. I have only been doing the PbP method for about six months or so. I am currently a player in two games, one that is fairly consistent with posting and the other is more casual. I am also DMing my first PbP game that has consistent posting. - YOURSELF:... I'm not all that interesting, just your average work-a-day Joe that goes to work, goes home, pays bills and has a fondness for games and fantasy novels. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS:Yes
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- NAME Randolf - CLASS Life Domain Cleric - BACKGROUND Randolf was born to simple peasants. Being rather frail as a child, he was both shunned & bullied by the other children. After his parents were slain in a bandit raid, he was given into the custody of the clergy. He was indoctrinated into the worship of ( insert appropriate god's name, not sure what pantheon you will be using). Over time he came to the realization that this particular temple was more about exploiting the local populace rather than true worship & teaching. Although disillusioned he had nowhere else to go. This all changed one night when his god revealed himself to Randolf in a dream & bestowed a great power on him, the gift to heal others. The head of the temple heaped ridicule on him when told of the dream & expelled him from the order. He has now set out on his own to seek his true path. - YOUR TIME ZONE EST I live just south of Montreal, Quebec, Canada - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE Had some experience way back in First Edition. Currently playing in a new 5E campaign with family. Never played on-line but eager to give it a try. - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I'm an old fart. Being retired I have zero time restrictions on posting. Big fan of fantasy , whether that be books, movies, TV or games. Always been interested in D&D but never had many opportunities to play. The chance to play on-line is a great boon for me. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) Yes? I do use it for voice comms, but haven't really explored the text side of it.
- NAME (Your characters name) Krakin Flurryfist - CLASS Monk - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) My mother and father were unwilling to care for me. They gave me up to a monkish temple when I was very young. I never really fit in, but I only used that as motivation to become the absolute best human being I could become. Life within the monastery was surprising tough. I endured bullies, long hours, insufficient food, but most of all I had to deal with the rejection of my parents. I knew they were out there somewhere, and they abandoned me. I swore one day, I would find them. At the temple every year a tournament is held to determine who has promise and who is just a pretender. At 17 I was the youngest finalist in over 200 years, testing the limits of even the most experienced monks. This was seen as an offense by some. Secretly during the night I was taken by some of my peers, beaten to within an inch of my life and thrown on a ship bound for shores unknown. - YOUR TIME ZONE Central time Zone, US; UTC -6:00 - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE Been playing 5e for about a year. I'm in a Waterdeep campaign right now and I had to take a couple haituses with another 2 campaigns I was in due to lack of time. I feel like a PBP would be perfect for me. - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I'm a SysAdmin at one of the fastest growing companies in the area. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) Oh YES
Bedgan is a man who wears the scars of his past over his shoulders. They drive him, define him in so many different ways. On the surface, a seemingly vain and selfish man, he looks out for himself, and himself only. His motivations are purely profit, and getting him to do anything that does not benefit him is a difficult task at best, and impossible at worse. He is a compulsive liar, and worse still, has spun so many lies now that he himself does not know where the lies end and the truth begins. Bedgan has come to believe his own falsehoods, partly because in doing so it takes away from the inherent sense of guilt that he would otherwise feel because of his own actions.
And yet, though this description may paint him as an irredeemable, corrupt soul, that is not fully the case. At a young age, Bedgan watched his parents die trapped in a life of poverty. With their death, he vowed that he would not suffer the same fate, and his actions and outlook since have been driven by a desire to claim his own destiny in his own hands. He would not die a prisoner to a fate that he could not break free from. Over the years, his methods have become a means to an end, and there is a part of him that despises what he has become. Bedgan is a deeply conflicted individual, troubled by the actions that he has taken to avoid the same fate his parents suffered. Spinning his own lies and believing the tales that he has spun, Bedgan found it made his troubled conscience more accepting of his controversial manipulations. Actually believing the lies he speaks shields him from the crushing guilt that he would otherwise feel.
Despite everything, Bedgan does form personal connections, and in doing so, the few friends that he has made become exempt from his manipulations. It is they that see another side to him, one perhaps unexpected underneath the dark, cold exterior. They see a man who believes in his friends, and who will put them first despite his selfishness in all of those things. He has few of these, yet those he has he will cling on to for grim death, because it is they who keep him grounded, and who maintain his humanity. Bedgan, for his part, needs them because without them he is nothing but a heartless, soulless shell of a man.
Bedgan Retsk was born in the Kingdom of Cormyr. He was the son of a couple who were nothing and nobody in the grand scheme of things. Living a life of poverty, it is not known what their ultimate fate was, yet from the little that can be gathered from Bedgan, the implication is that his parents are long gone. Whatever the truth of their fate is, young Bedgan was left alone in a world that had no place for him. All he had to cling to was a deep-rooted stubbornness and a burning desire to make himself more than the humble circumstances of his birth provided.
Taken in by a retired warrior, Bedgan was taught how to fight - how to wield a sword. His mentor, a man by the name of Alaric, perhaps took pity on the boy, or perhaps there was something more to it. Regardless of his reasoning, Alaric found a young student who was surprisingly bright and sharp. Irrespective of his training as a warrior, Bedgan demonstrated a keen intellect and willingness to learn ~ perhaps spurred on by his experiences and his desperate desire not to end up the way his parents did, rotting and bereft of hope. When the two parted, it was on good terms, and Bedgan left with a sword and armour. In short, he had all the tools that he needed to make his name, save one. That would come in time - a chance encounter.
Bedgan Retsk travelled. Going from town to town within Cormyr, he offered his services to those who had need of a swordsman ~ for a price. His rates weren’t cheap, yet those who had the coin to pay him found that his services were well worth it. Bedgan was an immensely talented warrior, and there were few that could stand up to his deadly blade. Yet there was one thing missing ~ one piece of the puzzle that had yet to be filled, and one day Lady Luck saw fit to shine down upon him. During his travels, Bedgan chanced upon a nobleman beset by a vicious marauding band of orcs. More by circumstance than by any altruistic desire to help, Bedgan was beset upon by the same orcs. Driving them back, the nobleman took a fatal blow. Soon after, the nobleman died, yet as he gazed upon the dead man’s armour and sword, embossed as it was by a sigil he did not recognise, Bedgan saw an opportunity. Donning the dead man’s armour and taking his blade for his own, Bedgan became, in his own mind at least, Bedgan of House Retsk. After all, a nobleman had certain influences and connections that a lowly sellsword did not. Yet, it was not enough to assume the identity of a false noble, Bedgan ran the risk of having his duplicity uncovered. He had to leave Cormyr.
And leave he did.
Your Time Zone: GMT
Your D&D/PBP Experience: Around 30 years experience of D&D and 10 years experience of PbP, predominantly on other sites.
Yourself: I’m a big fan of PbP, and although I’m new to this site I’m not new to PbP. I love the ability that PbP gives you to really jump into and roleplay your character in a way that tabletop gaming doesn’t necessarily give you. I’m a writer by heart and I love writing deep and (hopefully) interesting characters that I can tell a story with. I’ve never played or read Curse of Strahd so this game is pretty much perfect for me.
Discord? I’m totally down with that :)
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NAME (Your characters name) Trevious - CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now) Warlock (Half elf) - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) Trevious was a trust member of a noble house, the illegitimate son of the lord. He was raised by the lord as a son though he knew his younger brother would be the one talking over the house. He was fine with that and his brother had a happy childhood. He was devoted to his younger brother. As he grew he trained to be a secret body guard of the house, tasked with protecting his brother and his brothers wife and two children. One day on a family trip they were ambushed by bandits. Trevious was knocked out, when he came to he was tied up and heard the bandits talking, they were arguing about which family member to leave alive. He was tied up and helpless, afraid he was going to have to watch his loved ones die. Then he heard a voice in his head, it said "I can help, for a price." Trevious didn't hesitate. He would do anything for his brother. He agreed and was given a strange power. Using this he overcame the bandits and freed his brother and the family. They discovered the bandits were hired by a rival house. As Trevious was preparing to return with his family the voice spoke again. "I think it's time to talk about the price, without a word you are to leave and never return." Trevious had given his word and sadly did as commanded. Going off into the world with only a few few meager possessions and a very confused family. - YOUR TIME ZONE EST - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE Been playing D&D for about 9 months one and have played in a few live campaigns and a few PbP - YOURSELF ( I make videos about my D&D experiences for my tiny youtube channel. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS YES
Background: ( https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Fishkid/characters/9187559 ) | Zencīr was bought and purchased young by the Spire Conclave in order to protect their archives of tales, artifacts and libraries of information, a labyrinth. The icy white minotaur was raised to hunt anything not meant to be within the catacombs. Though the minotaur never became the massive behemoth they wanted, Zen used the vast place to learn, become more than a guardian of someone else’s knowledge. One thing was clear as he understood more, hunted more seeking for the spire, Knowledge was power, and the dark beasts of the night intended to burn it all. As he mulled this over, a voice found its way in his brain, an ancient divinity he had sworn to defend, but never imagined he’d know. The being told him what he must do, the time for protecting was over. It was now a time for striking back, and Zencīr would do just that. . .
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Timezone: MST - good ol’ Rockies
Experience: I have been playing for about six years. I’ve read all of the handbooks way too much. I have played in 7 campaigns, and have DMd several times over. I’m a writer and storyteller, but into the RP portion of the game. Anything that builds a story is what I’ve pursued within my time playing the game. I generally play as support.
Bio: I’m a Human Biology Major for pre-med and know way too much about how to damage your body. With all of that studying though, maybe my most useful skill for DnD is I’m an artist and illustrator. I do maps, character concepts, landscape art and the general design. The aesthetics of the game, whether in word or art, is what I live for, makes the game so much more vibrant.
Discord: Yes, I use this daily for DnD, and art groups.
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The Occult Collective: Erroski Bane - Lv 5 Changling Bard
- NAME: Lucius the 'Son of Evil' - CLASS: Rogue (Tiefling, Levistus Variant if Content Sharing is available) - BACKGROUND: Criminal
Born as a tiefling touched by Levistus, Lucius was left at an orphanage in one of Waterdeep's poorer districts at birth, his parent's wanting nothing to do with him, thinking he was cursed. Lucius grew up on the streets, but made little friends due to his blue skin and budding horns on his head. As a result he grew up, relying on his wits and his sharp tongue to help him survive, often hiding his Tiefling features when he can.
In his teenage years, Lucius got involved in what was meant to be an inside job with some of the city watch. What was mean to be a way to make some easy coins went horribly wrong when a passerby witnessed the few turncoat city watchmen helping them, so they killed him. Before Lucius could do anything, they put the bloody weapon in his hands and left the scene, soon returning with other city watch, claiming "A Tiefling of course! They are all sons of evil, with the cursed blood."
Next thing Lucius new, he was thrown into jail, with a pending execution. It was that night, he decided he would no longer hide who he was, because even when he did he faced prejudice. He would accept who he was. He adopted the pseudoname 'Son of Evil' as his second name, and asked whoever's blood was in his veins if they could save him. Having not paid much attention to Lucius when he was younger, as he was just another Tiefling, these recent events had caught the attention of the Arch Devil Levistus. Levistus agreed to help Lucius escape, if Lucius would serve him on the Material Plane.
Many years later, a favorite of Levistus, Lucius is one of his highest ranking agents in Waterdeep. He faithfully finds people that want to escape doomed fates that will enter contracts with Levistus. He is a member of the Levistus Crime Syndicate, who operate in the name of Levistus as he cannot escape his prison on Stygia. The syndicate is mostly made up of people who have been saved by Levistus and now work for him, with the hope of earning their souls back. They are mostly known for hiring our mercenaries and bruisers for tasks that you wouldn't go to other places for. One thing that only the high ranking members in the Syndicate (Lucius included) know about, is the information gathering, spying and other espionage they perform, with one goal in mind. To find a way to free Levistus from his icy prison.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: Australian Central Time - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I player my first game of DnD over 10 years ago but only really restarted playing about 2 years ago as I found a club that manages both one-shots and ongoing campaigns. But struggled to have any campaign that lasted more than a few month, due to people just not having ability to continually and reliably find a time to play, an unfortunate situation I think many here have experienced. But having now discovered DDB last year, I have been an active player in pbp campaigns. I really enjoy the flexibility that pbp offers in time constraints and (in my opinion) the huge increase in roleplaying that occurs. - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.): Hmm what can I say? I am a university student in Adelaide Australia, studying chemical engineering? I love playing sport but also being enable to explore fantasy, whether that is through reading books (Just recently Stormlight Archives, a must read if someone is looking for something to read), Dnd or board games. Hope that covers it. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): Discord is fine with me!
1) If you don't want evil characters, happy to edit
2) I just want to say, that I don't plan on using his alignment as an excuse to do bad things in his campaign. It is more a reflection of his upbringing and his current ambitions back in Waterdeep.
- NAME: Gothisphere - CLASS: Wizard - BACKGROUND: Guild Artisan - Gothisphere is a light hearted gnome that is a member of the Alchemist's / Tinker's guild like his parents and most of his family. He enjoys the work, but believes there is far more to learn, invent, and be inspired by then what can be done in a shop. Despite his family's objections, he has decided to become an adventurer seeking what he can learn in the wide world and one day bring back to his family and guild the benefits of his experience and knowledge. His desires profession acclaim, the respect of his peers, fortune, and perhaps to leave the world in a little better shape than what it was before him. Gothisphere takes his work very seriously, but doesn't take himself seriously. He is empathetic to those close to him.
As anyone, he is not perfect and can become distracted in his work, and sometimes puts it above others. His one glaring fault is an inflated sense of fairness when it comes to trade. Once cheated when he was young by someone he trusted, Gothisphere overcompensates by thinking that anyone may try to cheat him at anytime. He is self aware enough to realize this is not a redeeming quality, but despite trying to keep it in check, it gets the best of him at times. - YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) US EST - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) Played several years ago on an old PbP site, and am currently playing in two PbP campaigns on Discord - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I have played D&D off and on since 1st edition in the 80's which dates me and makes me feel a bit old now. I am married with kids, so live games don't fit my current lifestyle, but PbP does nicely. I am a former Marine, and despite one time living in Japan and have just recently started liking sushi. So, your tastes don't always remain static once you are older than 30. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) Yes
NAME: Song Goldgale CLASS: Celestial Warlock BACKGROUND:
An Aasimar (although his cynical father would tell him otherwise) who grew up on the road with his bard father, Brinval Goldgale. He learned the ways of barditry, but never wanted to learn the magic. He could always do a bit of magic on his own. His father saying maybe it's sorcerer powers. Song disagreed, but never wanted to anger his father. He always felt something off, not liking it when his father made them move quickly through settlements needing help. His dreams kept him up. He thought it was all just an influence of the stories or heroes and villains infecting his mind. He sung so much of heroic deeds that he became unsatisfied with just singing them. He dreamt of playing his lyre and singing a beautiful song... among chaos and destruction that he lifted no finger to help.
That was until one night, he had a more vivid dream. A shining light asked him if he was ready to meet his destiny of lessening the suffering of the world. The chance to become a hero like in the tales he told for money? Of course, he said yes. He awoke with a bit more magical power. He told his father that they should part ways. Brinval agreed, seeing that his son had grown up and wanted his own life.
But Song can't do this alone, he thought. Perhaps he should become an adventurer and meet a few allies. After all, he had already seen that reality can be more cruel to the lonesome than the stories foretold.
Questions arose for him as well. Who was his mother, if he was an Aasimar? What was that light and the nature of his dreams? And, ultimately, was he worthy of these powers if he not earned them? Something in the back of his mind kept telling him he wasn't. But he wanted to prove that voice wrong. Even in the face of grave danger.
YOUR TIME ZONE: Central US time zone. I'm from Texas, specifically the southeast. YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: Very little PbP experience, but I'm very willing to learn the ropes. I've been playing 5e for around three years, and 3.5e a few before that. YOURSELF: I'm big into languages and nerdy pop culture. I love high fantasy stories in particular, and really want to get back into reading some stuff. I've been itching for some D&D after a long hiatus, so I'm hoping to get in with one of my favorite characters I've made. Curse of Strahd is also a campaign I've ALWAYS wanted to either run or play in. I really dig the gothic horror feel of it. VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes. I use Discord all the time and it'd be far more convenient for me than just using the DnD Beyond boards.
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now) Yaun-Ti, Sorcerer
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character)
Ledanra always felt that she was simply better than her clutch peers and though they surely all felt the same in regards to her, Ledanra had embodied that belief to the very core of her being. Her haughty, 'matter of fact' manner would have been entirely insufferable if it wasn't perceived to be justified. She had learned earlier than most that people can be convinced of a thing if they are simply told it often enough, or with the right amount of conviction. Thus it was that Ledanra rose through the ranks of her pureblood peers and was soon sent out into the human world as one of the many agents that have secretly infiltrated so many aspects of the human society.
Over the years of involving herself in court politics and intrigue, Ledanra grew a strange affection for the humans. Not an affection like humans shared with each other though, more like how the master of hounds feels affection for his pups, as they grow under his training and command. They were so malleable, so weak of mind as a species, that Ledanra got unforgivably sloppy. A particularly ambitious, well-funded, prick of a meat-sack had been vying with her for some time over a small matter of no real consequence, something about how another noble she was trying to elevate to a higher station in court would have stripped the man's father of his lands and wealth, leaving the wretch with nothing. Unfortunately the man, Renaldic, had somehow managed to bribe a large number of individuals that Ledanra had herself spent an awfully large amount of money to procure their opinions and allegiances. This meant that when she had expected Renaldic out of the way for some time, he turned up at an entirely ill-opportune moment and forced her to abandon a scheme of nearly a year in the making.
Ledanra's inner-rage was so profound that she literally set the man on fire. There and then. In front of most of the court... Now, whilst this was entirely justified in her vaunted opinion it did cause her some notable level of concern. Renaldic was after all just a human and his suffering was nothing that Ledanra would normally offer more than a passing thought to. Her concern however, for that it was her doing was never a doubt in her mind, was how she had set him on fire. She had no idea! Fortunately, however she had accomplished it, those gathered around seemed not to immediately recognise that she had been the cause of it.
That was the first time Ledanra had ever used more than her innate magical talents that every Yuan-ti possess. Images of how much easier her work would be if she were able to control this talent filled her mind, thinking of the tales of wizards, and the times that she had met such folk when they had come on quests to teh area... Yes, this was no fluke. This was but the first touch of a new power. She was determined that it wouldn't be the last.
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) England, so UTC / GMT
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) I started playing D&D over 20 years ago, but then took a hiatus... for about 20 years... from the true pen and paper foundations, and could only keep a vague tie-in to the current rules through Baldurs Gate -esque games (and multiple play-thru's of each!). I have recently been introducing my girlfriend's kids to board games, and after they enjoyed HeroQuest, I decided to get back into D&D with the intention of getting the whole family involved. that was only Nov '18, but I have been in multiple PbP games on here since that point, as I am unfortunately a bit too busy day to day to find a regular playgroup. I normally play archers, but have recently fallen in love with Bards. Since there is already an application in for Wisecrack, I thought I'd try my hand at something entirely new to me, in both race and class!
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I have sectoral heterochromia (multi-coloured eyes)
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) I have discord, don't use it much, but more than happy to.
As part of the application process, I like to challenge you guys with giving me a sample of your writing and style. Everyone and anyone who has applied, if you could PM me a short blurb about a situation your character would be in, and role play for a paragraph or two in character, that would be great. I don't care what you write about - again, this is just to screen your writing and style.
As a young boy, Topos enjoyed the idea of never aging. Never dying. Never leaving. He painted about it, studied about it, learned about it, became obsessed about it. Not all Githyanki are evil. He wished to give this to others. However, he may have spent too long in his home plane. He eventually broke, started plotting how to get to the material plane. Topos was a good soldier, so when they found his scientific research they locked him up instead of killing him. It was full of scribbles and nonsense, but at the same time, made more sense than anything. They destroyed it, and, eventually, he got out. But he is now fragile, having had... unpleasant times there. Whenever he tried to scribble, they stopped him. They slapped him. The medicine that would make him feel better? Magic sleeping potions. They gave him nightmares. The slightest tap of the glass of his mind could shatter it.
In order to get his mind off things, he joined a group of soldiers protecting his home. Any miscreants or renegades would be arrested and killed on sight. However, enough was enough. Topos was tired of people whispering, saying he should have been killed or stayed locked up. So when they gave him a mission to go out to the material plane to gather some slaves, he happily joined up. He was sent solo, and the group is keeping a close eye on him. However, after a long time of none found and not moving, they assumed he was dead and stopped watching. They thought wrong. And Topos noticed.
Time Zone: EST (warning: time zone doesn’t really matter. My schedule is random. Sometimes work nights, sometimes days, sometimes don’t, etc. if I’m gone for a while, I’m either asleep, or at church. Or at work)
DND/PbP experience: have some, definitely not an expert, but not new.
Interesting tidbit about me: I am Ambidextrous! Cool , right?
Discord Vote: No. sorry, don’t have a discord. That sucks. If that’s a dealbreaker, just tell me so I can revoke my character
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now)
Druid - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character)
I was born to two proud dwarfs. Their names were Thorin Ironfist and Vistra Fireforge. I gained my adventurous spirit from me mother, Gods bless her soul. My father says she was the bravest dwarf he ever knew, always the first to lead the charge for others, and always the last to retreat in the face of evil. Alas, t'was her courage that would lead to her downfall. She died as she lived, on her feet, A weapon in her hand, and a gleam in her eye. She went down to goblins, but not without first taking scores of them down with her. My father tells me that she had a friend, an elf, who was supposed to be watching her back. He went to her body after the battle. Not a single goblin body had an arrow in it. The elf was no where to be found. My father and I blamed him for years. My younger brother, thank the god's handled it better than I. Last I heard of him, he was travelling, trying to get away from what happened. He wanders from place to place doing the best he can to help others according to their needs. Although we were wealthy, we never let it get to us. My father worked hard for what we had, never letting us think ourselves better than others, and teaching us to recognize right from wrong, and to base our decision on what we saw, not what we were told was right.. I remembered his lesson years later, when I failed to do what I deemed right right. I had finally found the elf who had left my mother to die. When he answered his door, the coward had the nerve to invite me in and talk about my mother, as if he had not forfeited his right to do so along with his honor when he abandoned her like so much slag at the bottom of a mineshaft. I permitted him to write a note explaining who should get his belongings, and make peace with his gods before I chopped his head off. The bastard laughed, then knocked me out from behind with magic. I came to, tied up on the floor of his carriage, all of my belongings gone. "Ah!" he said, leaning over me. "Good, your awake. That means this will hurt." He then kicked my bound body out of the carriage, in front of a prison. "I am recognizing my friendship with your mother." He said coldly, as his carriage drove away. "That is the only reason you are still alive." He faded from view as I screamed obscenities after him, even as the guards dragged into the depths of the prison. After 10 years in prison, I was dead. Not my Body, no, but my Soul and my honor were all but lost. I was a shell, simply going through the motions. I had no purpose, and no name, as I had cast mine off in shame. But then he came. A druid, another dwarf had taken pity on me, and helped me escape while destroying the prison that had been my cage. I never learned why, nor did I ever learn the name of my savior, but I took him as a sign from the God's, a sign of redemption. My soul reignited, I pledged my honor to him and begged him to teach me the ways of the druid. He taught me everything I know. After 3 years of training, he gave me the equipment I would need, and gave me my new name. I decided from then on, I knew I had a greater purpose. Now I go from place to place, adventure to adventure, always looking for my captor, as to finally avenge my mother.
Very distrustful of elves My experience with the elf gave me a distaste for wealth, so half of what I get from any adventure I give to the poor. (1/2 gold earned+ 1/2 gold earned from selling items) willing to give second chances (except to elves and goblins, they should count themselves lucky if I give them a first chance)
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?)
PST (California) - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?)
I'm currently playing a game through this PBP forum, about to start another one on discord, doing one irl (I'm DMing and I have no idea what I'm doing). The first two mentioned are me as a player. Just looking for more games to join! Only got into this like last week, but I think I'm a pretty decent player - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.)
I love learning new things. Learning how to play a game can be just as much fun as actual gameplay. Also love reading and acting - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now) Fighter (human)
BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) Reid Belmont is from a prominent family of vampire hunters. Reid is following in his family's footsteps by defeating evil. Reid's father had been cursed by a vampire after the vampire was defeated. The curse causes wounds to remain unhealed if parts of the vampire still remain unburned. Reid is on a mission to find the remaining parts of the former vampire to lift the curse that is slowly killing his father. Reid has a feeling the current vampiric threat had been partially resurrected from the former vampire. Reid carries a family heirloom, a whip, that has defeated evil in the past. Dressed in leather armor and soldier garb, Reid is always ready to fight evil head on.
YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) CST
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) Three years. Running and playing mostly PbP games.
YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I am very particular in the way my games are run. I prefer proper English and lengthy posts from my players and expect the same out of myself. I enjoy the roleplaying aspect over the "war game" mentality of doing what is optimum.
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) I prefer to run OOC and questions through here in a group chat.
Deep in the woods sits a small cottage home shrouded in a mist, illuminated by moonlight. A fire burns bright in the hearth to keep the main room warm. An older man lays in his bed covered in cuts and bruises and a younger man sits bedside. "Father, this evil you defeated, we must find the remains. This is the only way to remove this curse. What can you tell me of this creature." The father coughs up blood before speaking. "After the evil was slain, the pieces of the vampire was scattered. It was rumored that if the pieces were brought together again, the creature could be resurrected. It appears I was wrong. The new terror was created from a shred of this old creature." Reid takes a cloth and wipes his father's forehead. "I must find this creature and destroy it to break this curse before it's too late." The old man passes Reid a brass key, pointing to a chest in the corner of the cottage. Reid opens the chest to find a leather whip on an ornate wooden handle and a dagger with a golden handle. "Those have been passed down through generations of this family. They are now yours." Reid attaches the dagger to his belt and coils the whip an in his hand before grabbing his pack. "I will be back father." Reid opens the cottage door and enters into the forest mist.
COMING SOON IN EARLY MARCH!
CURSE OF STRAHD
Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind’s howling increases as he turns his gaze down toward the village of Barovia. Far below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Strahd’s face forms the barest hint of a smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came — all according to his plan. A lightning flash rips through the darkness, but Strahd is gone. Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited.
Hello everyone!
I'm Crispy! Some of you may have seen me around the forums and/or have adventured with me in the past. Some of you may have been in one of my games! If so, it's good to see you again! I'm starting a recruitment thread for D&D's CURSE OF STRAHD, coming VERY EARLY MARCH. I had so much fun running this over a year ago, i'm gonna do it again!
HOW TO APPLY:
Feel free to post your application in this thread. Here are the things I will be looking for, as we have some time before the adventure begins and you have time to brainstorm. Take this seriously. I am very picky about who I choose. I WILL CONSIDER VERY SERIOUS AND WELL THOUGHT OUT APPLICATIONS ONLY. If you blitz through this without much thought, I can tell, and you will most likely be overlooked. I'm looking for players who post regularly, have interesting concepts, make an effort, and who are quality players. But most of all, we're gonna have some fun. This is what i'd like to know:
- NAME (Your characters name)
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now)
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character)
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?)
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.)
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
QUESTIONS?
Got questions? I've got answers! Go ahead and send me a PM, i'll get back to you ASAP. I know there's probably things I didn't cover, but we'll get to it as we near the release date of the campaign. Thanks so much, and good luck!
Name: Graymar Torevir
Race: Hill Dwarf- but would be interested in any other non PHB classes on DND beyond.
Class: Cleric-War Domain
Background- I would like to work with you on the background, i am leaning towards the soldier background but would like to see what other more colorful options you would allow and get an idea of gods to pick from not sure if we would be starting in the Forgotten Realms setting then after working out the background i can make it much more in depth.
Time Zone: I live in Asheville NC so i am on EST
Experience: I am relatively new to D&D but have really picked it up after finding Critical Role on youtube. I work a lot though so Play by Post is all i can manage at the moment. I am currently in two other games(was in three but the DM stopped posting for almost a week so i resigned).
Me: I am a truck driver so i work really long hours but find it really fun to kill time at backhauls and stops to type up posts. i would like to get to the point that i could DM a game but for now that task seems rather daunting.
Discord-Yes Love it!!
- NAME: Rajiira Snowy-Tail
- CLASS: Ranger
- BACKGROUND
Rajiira was born in the Mirror-Realm of Abeir-Toril, an exact copy of Faerun caused by the shattering of reality by Ao. This plane is a nightmare version of the world we all know, where the prime elemental lords still roam free, the home of the Dragonborn race, where dragons still reign as tyrants. The weave in this place is twisted. When Rajiira was barely in her tenth year of life, her tribe was attacked as collateral damage to a Dragon Lords rampage, everyone, including her, was killed. A few days after, a sect of Dragonborn preists and clerics found the carnage that was her home, having pity, the majority of the village, including her was resurrected back to life, but the weave corrupted the spells, forever alterign the appearance of her tribe. Before, they had all been what you would expect, filled with vibrant orange and black and white. However, her peoples fur was now entirely bleach-bone white, and the stripes, were a faded, haunting grey. After the spellplague tore through Faerun, the Tabaxi, whom had been trapped in Abeir-Toril and their homeland of Maztica was once again thrust back into it's home plane: Faerun.
Back in their home-world after centuries trapped the Tabaxi were once again reuinited with the Catlord, one of their many Dieties, who blessed the tribe as he was wont to do, blessing many with wanderlust and curiosity. Rajiira was one who was curs.. blessed with this, and as such, it became her duty to explore the world, to seek knowledge for her tribe, to bring back for the good of her peoples, and to learn what, and how the world has changed in the preceeding centuries. (there's a hell of a lot more I could put here as this character has the most backstory of any of my characters but I'll stop there!)
- YOUR TIME: UT?
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE More than a year.
- YOURSELF I'm an annoying sloot.
-Disco? Hai.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
- NAME (Your characters name): Orilo "Stonethroat" Vaimei-Laga
-RACE: (Fallen) Aasimar
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now): Paladin
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character): [Criminal]
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?): MST(GMT-7)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?): There is at least some indirect experience/influence from watching watching streamed games such as Critical Role, Dice Camera Action, and SalutetheFlumph. But, I'd say at least a little over a year now of actual gameplay experience. Some of it in RL, though time constraints sadly resulted in the group having to disband. Most of the rest has been on here through PbP. The name at least to said games being in my signature. Aside from plenty of time as a decent player (or so I'd like to think), No honest experience with DMing just yet, but I'm hoping to change that in the next couple of months. ;)
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.): Something interesting... something interest. Hmm, A toughie. I'm shy? Bah, so is most nerds. I'm a dedicated rper? Okay. Kind of weird, but also whatever. Describing most indulgers of rpgs. Oh, I know! I go off on this random tangents at times, and try to liven up uncomfortable (and by uncomfortable, I typically mean open-ended) inquiries with too much details, or levity. Now we're cooking! Oh, oh! And, I'm a warehouse worker whose luckiness about freer weekends is soon to change, but that won't stop this nutball.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): Sure
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
- NAME: Wisecrack (Wise for short and also his given name)
- CLASS: Tiefling, Bard
- BACKGROUND: Wise never really did fit in anywhere; it could have been from the infernal heritage, his eccentric behavior, his sometimes lack of boundaries, or any combination of his quirks. Now, Wise was born and grew up in the remote mountain village of Arush Vayem where he lived around dragonborn, humans, dwarves and other tieflings. His parents, one a human the other a tiefling, gave him the virtue name Wise in hopes that he would make better decisions than they did; unfortunately this has not been the case. Despite his unwise choices growing up, Wise found joy in seeing people's faces light up with genuine smiles and laughter. With those two forces driving him, Wise's behavior became eccentric by purposefully, and sometimes accidentally, performing slap-stick.
After a few close calls with death and a couple of major injuries, Wise toned down the behavior but didn't completely stop. It was around this time that he also started to tell jokes, either that he had heard before or made up himself. From there he moved on to telling puns along with his jokes and eventually started working in the local tavern as comedic entertainment; which earned him the name Wisecrack. That and also the fact that even though he grew up in a somewhat safe village, the others that were around his age would make off hand remarks and poke fun at him and others; so he got pretty decent at making those types of comments back.
Now that Wise is a young adult, he is still driven by his joy of making people smile and laugh, but he wants to bring that to more then just the village of Arush Vayem. His goal in life is to travel around as much as he can performing his stand-up comedy skits and bring back stories of his adventures to those in Arush Vayem; along with new joke and puns.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: UTC -07:00
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I have been in and out of the D&D scene for a few years due to work schedules and such, but I have played in several home games and a handful of adventure league games. I have only been doing the PbP method for about six months or so. I am currently a player in two games, one that is fairly consistent with posting and the other is more casual. I am also DMing my first PbP game that has consistent posting.
- YOURSELF: ... I'm not all that interesting, just your average work-a-day Joe that goes to work, goes home, pays bills and has a fondness for games and fantasy novels.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
- NAME Randolf
- CLASS Life Domain Cleric
- BACKGROUND Randolf was born to simple peasants. Being rather frail as a child, he was both shunned & bullied by the other children. After his parents were slain in a bandit raid, he was given into the custody of the clergy. He was indoctrinated into the worship of ( insert appropriate god's name, not sure what pantheon you will be using). Over time he came to the realization that this particular temple was more about exploiting the local populace rather than true worship & teaching. Although disillusioned he had nowhere else to go. This all changed one night when his god revealed himself to Randolf in a dream & bestowed a great power on him, the gift to heal others. The head of the temple heaped ridicule on him when told of the dream & expelled him from the order. He has now set out on his own to seek his true path.
- YOUR TIME ZONE EST I live just south of Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE Had some experience way back in First Edition. Currently playing in a new 5E campaign with family. Never played on-line but eager to give it a try.
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I'm an old fart. Being retired I have zero time restrictions on posting. Big fan of fantasy , whether that be books, movies, TV or games. Always been interested in D&D but never had many opportunities to play. The chance to play on-line is a great boon for me.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) Yes? I do use it for voice comms, but haven't really explored the text side of it.
- NAME (Your characters name) Krakin Flurryfist
- CLASS Monk
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) My mother and father were unwilling to care for me. They gave me up to a monkish temple when I was very young. I never really fit in, but I only used that as motivation to become the absolute best human being I could become. Life within the monastery was surprising tough. I endured bullies, long hours, insufficient food, but most of all I had to deal with the rejection of my parents. I knew they were out there somewhere, and they abandoned me. I swore one day, I would find them. At the temple every year a tournament is held to determine who has promise and who is just a pretender. At 17 I was the youngest finalist in over 200 years, testing the limits of even the most experienced monks. This was seen as an offense by some. Secretly during the night I was taken by some of my peers, beaten to within an inch of my life and thrown on a ship bound for shores unknown.
- YOUR TIME ZONE Central time Zone, US; UTC -6:00
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE Been playing 5e for about a year. I'm in a Waterdeep campaign right now and I had to take a couple haituses with another 2 campaigns I was in due to lack of time. I feel like a PBP would be perfect for me.
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I'm a SysAdmin at one of the fastest growing companies in the area.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) Oh YES
Name: Bedgan Retsk
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Background:
Bedgan is a man who wears the scars of his past over his shoulders. They drive him, define him in so many different ways. On the surface, a seemingly vain and selfish man, he looks out for himself, and himself only. His motivations are purely profit, and getting him to do anything that does not benefit him is a difficult task at best, and impossible at worse. He is a compulsive liar, and worse still, has spun so many lies now that he himself does not know where the lies end and the truth begins. Bedgan has come to believe his own falsehoods, partly because in doing so it takes away from the inherent sense of guilt that he would otherwise feel because of his own actions.
And yet, though this description may paint him as an irredeemable, corrupt soul, that is not fully the case. At a young age, Bedgan watched his parents die trapped in a life of poverty. With their death, he vowed that he would not suffer the same fate, and his actions and outlook since have been driven by a desire to claim his own destiny in his own hands. He would not die a prisoner to a fate that he could not break free from. Over the years, his methods have become a means to an end, and there is a part of him that despises what he has become. Bedgan is a deeply conflicted individual, troubled by the actions that he has taken to avoid the same fate his parents suffered. Spinning his own lies and believing the tales that he has spun, Bedgan found it made his troubled conscience more accepting of his controversial manipulations. Actually believing the lies he speaks shields him from the crushing guilt that he would otherwise feel.
Despite everything, Bedgan does form personal connections, and in doing so, the few friends that he has made become exempt from his manipulations. It is they that see another side to him, one perhaps unexpected underneath the dark, cold exterior. They see a man who believes in his friends, and who will put them first despite his selfishness in all of those things. He has few of these, yet those he has he will cling on to for grim death, because it is they who keep him grounded, and who maintain his humanity. Bedgan, for his part, needs them because without them he is nothing but a heartless, soulless shell of a man.
Bedgan Retsk was born in the Kingdom of Cormyr. He was the son of a couple who were nothing and nobody in the grand scheme of things. Living a life of poverty, it is not known what their ultimate fate was, yet from the little that can be gathered from Bedgan, the implication is that his parents are long gone. Whatever the truth of their fate is, young Bedgan was left alone in a world that had no place for him. All he had to cling to was a deep-rooted stubbornness and a burning desire to make himself more than the humble circumstances of his birth provided.
Taken in by a retired warrior, Bedgan was taught how to fight - how to wield a sword. His mentor, a man by the name of Alaric, perhaps took pity on the boy, or perhaps there was something more to it. Regardless of his reasoning, Alaric found a young student who was surprisingly bright and sharp. Irrespective of his training as a warrior, Bedgan demonstrated a keen intellect and willingness to learn ~ perhaps spurred on by his experiences and his desperate desire not to end up the way his parents did, rotting and bereft of hope. When the two parted, it was on good terms, and Bedgan left with a sword and armour. In short, he had all the tools that he needed to make his name, save one. That would come in time - a chance encounter.
Bedgan Retsk travelled. Going from town to town within Cormyr, he offered his services to those who had need of a swordsman ~ for a price. His rates weren’t cheap, yet those who had the coin to pay him found that his services were well worth it. Bedgan was an immensely talented warrior, and there were few that could stand up to his deadly blade. Yet there was one thing missing ~ one piece of the puzzle that had yet to be filled, and one day Lady Luck saw fit to shine down upon him. During his travels, Bedgan chanced upon a nobleman beset by a vicious marauding band of orcs. More by circumstance than by any altruistic desire to help, Bedgan was beset upon by the same orcs. Driving them back, the nobleman took a fatal blow. Soon after, the nobleman died, yet as he gazed upon the dead man’s armour and sword, embossed as it was by a sigil he did not recognise, Bedgan saw an opportunity. Donning the dead man’s armour and taking his blade for his own, Bedgan became, in his own mind at least, Bedgan of House Retsk. After all, a nobleman had certain influences and connections that a lowly sellsword did not. Yet, it was not enough to assume the identity of a false noble, Bedgan ran the risk of having his duplicity uncovered. He had to leave Cormyr.
And leave he did.
Your Time Zone: GMT
Your D&D/PBP Experience: Around 30 years experience of D&D and 10 years experience of PbP, predominantly on other sites.
Yourself: I’m a big fan of PbP, and although I’m new to this site I’m not new to PbP. I love the ability that PbP gives you to really jump into and roleplay your character in a way that tabletop gaming doesn’t necessarily give you. I’m a writer by heart and I love writing deep and (hopefully) interesting characters that I can tell a story with. I’ve never played or read Curse of Strahd so this game is pretty much perfect for me.
Discord? I’m totally down with that :)
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you
NAME (Your characters name) Trevious
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now) Warlock (Half elf)
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) Trevious was a trust member of a noble house, the illegitimate son of the lord. He was raised by the lord as a son though he knew his younger brother would be the one talking over the house. He was fine with that and his brother had a happy childhood. He was devoted to his younger brother. As he grew he trained to be a secret body guard of the house, tasked with protecting his brother and his brothers wife and two children. One day on a family trip they were ambushed by bandits. Trevious was knocked out, when he came to he was tied up and heard the bandits talking, they were arguing about which family member to leave alive. He was tied up and helpless, afraid he was going to have to watch his loved ones die. Then he heard a voice in his head, it said "I can help, for a price." Trevious didn't hesitate. He would do anything for his brother. He agreed and was given a strange power. Using this he overcame the bandits and freed his brother and the family. They discovered the bandits were hired by a rival house. As Trevious was preparing to return with his family the voice spoke again. "I think it's time to talk about the price, without a word you are to leave and never return." Trevious had given his word and sadly did as commanded. Going off into the world with only a few few meager possessions and a very confused family.
- YOUR TIME ZONE EST
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE Been playing D&D for about 9 months one and have played in a few live campaigns and a few PbP
- YOURSELF ( I make videos about my D&D experiences for my tiny youtube channel.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS YES
Name: Zencīr (Zen -Seer | “The Chained”)
Class: Cleric of the Knowledge Domain
Background: ( https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Fishkid/characters/9187559 ) | Zencīr was bought and purchased young by the Spire Conclave in order to protect their archives of tales, artifacts and libraries of information, a labyrinth. The icy white minotaur was raised to hunt anything not meant to be within the catacombs. Though the minotaur never became the massive behemoth they wanted, Zen used the vast place to learn, become more than a guardian of someone else’s knowledge. One thing was clear as he understood more, hunted more seeking for the spire, Knowledge was power, and the dark beasts of the night intended to burn it all. As he mulled this over, a voice found its way in his brain, an ancient divinity he had sworn to defend, but never imagined he’d know. The being told him what he must do, the time for protecting was over. It was now a time for striking back, and Zencīr would do just that. . .
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Timezone: MST - good ol’ Rockies
Experience: I have been playing for about six years. I’ve read all of the handbooks way too much. I have played in 7 campaigns, and have DMd several times over. I’m a writer and storyteller, but into the RP portion of the game. Anything that builds a story is what I’ve pursued within my time playing the game. I generally play as support.
Bio: I’m a Human Biology Major for pre-med and know way too much about how to damage your body. With all of that studying though, maybe my most useful skill for DnD is I’m an artist and illustrator. I do maps, character concepts, landscape art and the general design. The aesthetics of the game, whether in word or art, is what I live for, makes the game so much more vibrant.
Discord: Yes, I use this daily for DnD, and art groups.
Active Games:
Shadows Over Nuulund: Limus the Marked - Lv 9 Faunling Paladin
The Occult Collective: Erroski Bane - Lv 5 Changling Bard
Maalim, the Land Awakened: DM
- NAME: Lucius the 'Son of Evil'
- CLASS: Rogue (Tiefling, Levistus Variant if Content Sharing is available)
- BACKGROUND: Criminal
Born as a tiefling touched by Levistus, Lucius was left at an orphanage in one of Waterdeep's poorer districts at birth, his parent's wanting nothing to do with him, thinking he was cursed. Lucius grew up on the streets, but made little friends due to his blue skin and budding horns on his head. As a result he grew up, relying on his wits and his sharp tongue to help him survive, often hiding his Tiefling features when he can.
In his teenage years, Lucius got involved in what was meant to be an inside job with some of the city watch. What was mean to be a way to make some easy coins went horribly wrong when a passerby witnessed the few turncoat city watchmen helping them, so they killed him. Before Lucius could do anything, they put the bloody weapon in his hands and left the scene, soon returning with other city watch, claiming "A Tiefling of course! They are all sons of evil, with the cursed blood."
Next thing Lucius new, he was thrown into jail, with a pending execution. It was that night, he decided he would no longer hide who he was, because even when he did he faced prejudice. He would accept who he was. He adopted the pseudoname 'Son of Evil' as his second name, and asked whoever's blood was in his veins if they could save him. Having not paid much attention to Lucius when he was younger, as he was just another Tiefling, these recent events had caught the attention of the Arch Devil Levistus. Levistus agreed to help Lucius escape, if Lucius would serve him on the Material Plane.
Many years later, a favorite of Levistus, Lucius is one of his highest ranking agents in Waterdeep. He faithfully finds people that want to escape doomed fates that will enter contracts with Levistus. He is a member of the Levistus Crime Syndicate, who operate in the name of Levistus as he cannot escape his prison on Stygia. The syndicate is mostly made up of people who have been saved by Levistus and now work for him, with the hope of earning their souls back. They are mostly known for hiring our mercenaries and bruisers for tasks that you wouldn't go to other places for. One thing that only the high ranking members in the Syndicate (Lucius included) know about, is the information gathering, spying and other espionage they perform, with one goal in mind. To find a way to free Levistus from his icy prison.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: Australian Central Time
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I player my first game of DnD over 10 years ago but only really restarted playing about 2 years ago as I found a club that manages both one-shots and ongoing campaigns. But struggled to have any campaign that lasted more than a few month, due to people just not having ability to continually and reliably find a time to play, an unfortunate situation I think many here have experienced. But having now discovered DDB last year, I have been an active player in pbp campaigns. I really enjoy the flexibility that pbp offers in time constraints and (in my opinion) the huge increase in roleplaying that occurs.
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.): Hmm what can I say? I am a university student in Adelaide Australia, studying chemical engineering? I love playing sport but also being enable to explore fantasy, whether that is through reading books (Just recently Stormlight Archives, a must read if someone is looking for something to read), Dnd or board games. Hope that covers it.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): Discord is fine with me!
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Zipnok/characters/8903781
**Disclaimer**
1) If you don't want evil characters, happy to edit
2) I just want to say, that I don't plan on using his alignment as an excuse to do bad things in his campaign. It is more a reflection of his upbringing and his current ambitions back in Waterdeep.
Here is my application for the PbP:
- NAME: Gothisphere
- CLASS: Wizard
- BACKGROUND: Guild Artisan - Gothisphere is a light hearted gnome that is a member of the Alchemist's / Tinker's guild like his parents and most of his family. He enjoys the work, but believes there is far more to learn, invent, and be inspired by then what can be done in a shop. Despite his family's objections, he has decided to become an adventurer seeking what he can learn in the wide world and one day bring back to his family and guild the benefits of his experience and knowledge. His desires profession acclaim, the respect of his peers, fortune, and perhaps to leave the world in a little better shape than what it was before him. Gothisphere takes his work very seriously, but doesn't take himself seriously. He is empathetic to those close to him.
As anyone, he is not perfect and can become distracted in his work, and sometimes puts it above others. His one glaring fault is an inflated sense of fairness when it comes to trade. Once cheated when he was young by someone he trusted, Gothisphere overcompensates by thinking that anyone may try to cheat him at anytime. He is self aware enough to realize this is not a redeeming quality, but despite trying to keep it in check, it gets the best of him at times.
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) US EST
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) Played several years ago on an old PbP site, and am currently playing in two PbP campaigns on Discord
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I have played D&D off and on since 1st edition in the 80's which dates me and makes me feel a bit old now. I am married with kids, so live games don't fit my current lifestyle, but PbP does nicely. I am a former Marine, and despite one time living in Japan and have just recently started liking sushi. So, your tastes don't always remain static once you are older than 30.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) Yes
NAME: Song Goldgale
CLASS: Celestial Warlock
BACKGROUND:
An Aasimar (although his cynical father would tell him otherwise) who grew up on the road with his bard father, Brinval Goldgale. He learned the ways of barditry, but never wanted to learn the magic. He could always do a bit of magic on his own. His father saying maybe it's sorcerer powers. Song disagreed, but never wanted to anger his father. He always felt something off, not liking it when his father made them move quickly through settlements needing help. His dreams kept him up. He thought it was all just an influence of the stories or heroes and villains infecting his mind. He sung so much of heroic deeds that he became unsatisfied with just singing them. He dreamt of playing his lyre and singing a beautiful song... among chaos and destruction that he lifted no finger to help.
That was until one night, he had a more vivid dream. A shining light asked him if he was ready to meet his destiny of lessening the suffering of the world. The chance to become a hero like in the tales he told for money? Of course, he said yes. He awoke with a bit more magical power. He told his father that they should part ways. Brinval agreed, seeing that his son had grown up and wanted his own life.
But Song can't do this alone, he thought. Perhaps he should become an adventurer and meet a few allies. After all, he had already seen that reality can be more cruel to the lonesome than the stories foretold.
Questions arose for him as well. Who was his mother, if he was an Aasimar? What was that light and the nature of his dreams? And, ultimately, was he worthy of these powers if he not earned them? Something in the back of his mind kept telling him he wasn't. But he wanted to prove that voice wrong. Even in the face of grave danger.
YOUR TIME ZONE: Central US time zone. I'm from Texas, specifically the southeast.
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: Very little PbP experience, but I'm very willing to learn the ropes. I've been playing 5e for around three years, and 3.5e a few before that.
YOURSELF: I'm big into languages and nerdy pop culture. I love high fantasy stories in particular, and really want to get back into reading some stuff. I've been itching for some D&D after a long hiatus, so I'm hoping to get in with one of my favorite characters I've made. Curse of Strahd is also a campaign I've ALWAYS wanted to either run or play in. I really dig the gothic horror feel of it.
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes. I use Discord all the time and it'd be far more convenient for me than just using the DnD Beyond boards.
Thank you for reading and considering me!
Just a nerdy dude.
Great applications so far!
- NAME (Your characters name)
Ledanra
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now)
Yaun-Ti, Sorcerer
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character)
Ledanra always felt that she was simply better than her clutch peers and though they surely all felt the same in regards to her, Ledanra had embodied that belief to the very core of her being. Her haughty, 'matter of fact' manner would have been entirely insufferable if it wasn't perceived to be justified. She had learned earlier than most that people can be convinced of a thing if they are simply told it often enough, or with the right amount of conviction. Thus it was that Ledanra rose through the ranks of her pureblood peers and was soon sent out into the human world as one of the many agents that have secretly infiltrated so many aspects of the human society.
Over the years of involving herself in court politics and intrigue, Ledanra grew a strange affection for the humans. Not an affection like humans shared with each other though, more like how the master of hounds feels affection for his pups, as they grow under his training and command. They were so malleable, so weak of mind as a species, that Ledanra got unforgivably sloppy. A particularly ambitious, well-funded, prick of a meat-sack had been vying with her for some time over a small matter of no real consequence, something about how another noble she was trying to elevate to a higher station in court would have stripped the man's father of his lands and wealth, leaving the wretch with nothing. Unfortunately the man, Renaldic, had somehow managed to bribe a large number of individuals that Ledanra had herself spent an awfully large amount of money to procure their opinions and allegiances. This meant that when she had expected Renaldic out of the way for some time, he turned up at an entirely ill-opportune moment and forced her to abandon a scheme of nearly a year in the making.
Ledanra's inner-rage was so profound that she literally set the man on fire. There and then. In front of most of the court... Now, whilst this was entirely justified in her vaunted opinion it did cause her some notable level of concern. Renaldic was after all just a human and his suffering was nothing that Ledanra would normally offer more than a passing thought to. Her concern however, for that it was her doing was never a doubt in her mind, was how she had set him on fire. She had no idea! Fortunately, however she had accomplished it, those gathered around seemed not to immediately recognise that she had been the cause of it.
That was the first time Ledanra had ever used more than her innate magical talents that every Yuan-ti possess. Images of how much easier her work would be if she were able to control this talent filled her mind, thinking of the tales of wizards, and the times that she had met such folk when they had come on quests to teh area... Yes, this was no fluke. This was but the first touch of a new power. She was determined that it wouldn't be the last.
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?)
England, so UTC / GMT
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?)
I started playing D&D over 20 years ago, but then took a hiatus... for about 20 years... from the true pen and paper foundations, and could only keep a vague tie-in to the current rules through Baldurs Gate -esque games (and multiple play-thru's of each!). I have recently been introducing my girlfriend's kids to board games, and after they enjoyed HeroQuest, I decided to get back into D&D with the intention of getting the whole family involved. that was only Nov '18, but I have been in multiple PbP games on here since that point, as I am unfortunately a bit too busy day to day to find a regular playgroup. I normally play archers, but have recently fallen in love with Bards. Since there is already an application in for Wisecrack, I thought I'd try my hand at something entirely new to me, in both race and class!
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.)
I have sectoral heterochromia (multi-coloured eyes)
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
I have discord, don't use it much, but more than happy to.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
As part of the application process, I like to challenge you guys with giving me a sample of your writing and style. Everyone and anyone who has applied, if you could PM me a short blurb about a situation your character would be in, and role play for a paragraph or two in character, that would be great. I don't care what you write about - again, this is just to screen your writing and style.
Name: Topos
Class: Wizard!
Background: (City Watch/Investigator)
As a young boy, Topos enjoyed the idea of never aging. Never dying. Never leaving. He painted about it, studied about it, learned about it, became obsessed about it. Not all Githyanki are evil. He wished to give this to others. However, he may have spent too long in his home plane. He eventually broke, started plotting how to get to the material plane. Topos was a good soldier, so when they found his scientific research they locked him up instead of killing him. It was full of scribbles and nonsense, but at the same time, made more sense than anything. They destroyed it, and, eventually, he got out. But he is now fragile, having had... unpleasant times there. Whenever he tried to scribble, they stopped him. They slapped him. The medicine that would make him feel better? Magic sleeping potions. They gave him nightmares. The slightest tap of the glass of his mind could shatter it.
In order to get his mind off things, he joined a group of soldiers protecting his home. Any miscreants or renegades would be arrested and killed on sight. However, enough was enough. Topos was tired of people whispering, saying he should have been killed or stayed locked up. So when they gave him a mission to go out to the material plane to gather some slaves, he happily joined up. He was sent solo, and the group is keeping a close eye on him. However, after a long time of none found and not moving, they assumed he was dead and stopped watching. They thought wrong. And Topos noticed.
Time Zone: EST (warning: time zone doesn’t really matter. My schedule is random. Sometimes work nights, sometimes days, sometimes don’t, etc. if I’m gone for a while, I’m either asleep, or at church. Or at work)
DND/PbP experience: have some, definitely not an expert, but not new.
Interesting tidbit about me: I am Ambidextrous! Cool , right?
Discord Vote: No. sorry, don’t have a discord. That sucks. If that’s a dealbreaker, just tell me so I can revoke my character
Extended Signature! Yay! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/3153-extended-signature-thread?page=2#c21
Haven’t used this account in forever. Still a big fan of crawling claws.
- NAME (Your characters name)
Naerthel Gorunn
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now)
Druid
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character)
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?)
PST (California)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?)
I'm currently playing a game through this PBP forum, about to start another one on discord, doing one irl (I'm DMing and I have no idea what I'm doing). The first two mentioned are me as a player. Just looking for more games to join! Only got into this like last week, but I think I'm a pretty decent player
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.)
I love learning new things. Learning how to play a game can be just as much fun as actual gameplay. Also love reading and acting
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
sounds like a good idea
Deep in the woods sits a small cottage home shrouded in a mist, illuminated by moonlight. A fire burns bright in the hearth to keep the main room warm. An older man lays in his bed covered in cuts and bruises and a younger man sits bedside. "Father, this evil you defeated, we must find the remains. This is the only way to remove this curse. What can you tell me of this creature." The father coughs up blood before speaking. "After the evil was slain, the pieces of the vampire was scattered. It was rumored that if the pieces were brought together again, the creature could be resurrected. It appears I was wrong. The new terror was created from a shred of this old creature." Reid takes a cloth and wipes his father's forehead. "I must find this creature and destroy it to break this curse before it's too late." The old man passes Reid a brass key, pointing to a chest in the corner of the cottage. Reid opens the chest to find a leather whip on an ornate wooden handle and a dagger with a golden handle. "Those have been passed down through generations of this family. They are now yours." Reid attaches the dagger to his belt and coils the whip an in his hand before grabbing his pack. "I will be back father." Reid opens the cottage door and enters into the forest mist.
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Wow, really great writeups so far guys, i'm very entertained. Thanks to those that did. Stay tuned!