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Looks like we have melee, arcane and support covered, but we're light on heals.
If you get killed walk it off
Dying is for the weak. Blade is strong - he deals death to the craven and the unworthy!
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D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Party names straight off the bat? Are we going straight into the guts of the game, or will there be a meet'n'greet RP intro?
Just asking for clarity, but will we start knowing each other, in a 'squad' or some sort of special unit together, something like that?
Regardless, my 3 party name suggestions are:
The Eboncrests (We could all wear black helmets, headbands, skull-caps, etc. Yay! Uniforms :) The Vanguard The Fangs
FYI
Blade is a yellow-green skinned half-orc, with a short, black receding hairline (he ties back what little hair he has or wears it in a top-knot) despite his obvious youth and vigour. He has thick, heavy brows, and eyes that are brown/black, but given to seeming darker when he is angry... which is often. His cheeks are a criss-cross of scars and burns, some clearly earned in battle, some that look like they may be ritualistic or self-inflicted. His intense gaze rests heavily on people and his voice is a rumbling growl that emnates from deep in his enormous chest.
The half-orc stands 6'6, broad-shouldered, but athletic in the extreme. He moves smoothly for a big man, despite his heavy armour. He wears black chainmail and wields a rather crudely made greatsword, though the blade gleams wicked sharp. His belt holds two handaxes and he also attaches his black full-helm to it when he is not in combat. When travelling, he keeps his greatsword sheathed horizontally across his back and carries his longbow in hand, when in a combat though, this is reversed - while Blade is adept at killing from afar, he prefers to look his foes in the eyes when he does so... the closer, the better. The fighter wears heavy soled leather boots that come up to mid-calf and eschews the wearing of cloaks and other non-combat related clothing, leaving such trappings to the weak and the unbloodied.
His manner is abrupt and direct, often miscontrued as being rude or atagonistic. This is not true though, as Blade sees no point in being rude and has little time for bluster or bullying. And if the soldier is being aggressive towards someone, then the target of his ire will know that it is intentional... and likely deadly. Equally unconcerned with pointless acts of kindness or compassion, Blade nevertheless lives by his own code of honour (though others may not understand it) and obeys the laws of the lands he travels through. He has ever been loyal to the Disfavoured, his commanders and his liege. While possessing a hatred for slavers and a disdain for those who would allow themselves to be shackled by another, Blade views the iron-forged chain of command as necessary and proper - hierarchies and codes are what separate real men and woman from beasts, children and the unbloodied!
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D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
The Eboncrests (We could all wear black helmets, headbands, skull-caps, etc. Yay! Uniforms :) The Vanguard The Fangs
I like the dragon themed names, I think it would be thematically appropriate. Maybe something like the Ebony Fangs, Scarlet Claws, etc. Then would could have an amulet or something with the symbol as a badge.
Vik's Description.
When you meet Vik, he seems very unassuming. He stands about 5'8", or maybe it's 5'10". You aren't quite sure, sometimes he seems taller. He wears a simple Disfavored issue Leather armor, with a dark cloak over it. His facial features are very ambiguous, you aren't quite sure if he is a human or a half-elf. His hair is a dark brown, long enough to cover his ears, but he usually keeps his cloak's hood up. His eye's are a dark brown, you are pretty sure. When he says his name, you can swear that you saw his eyes turn red for a second. He speaks softly, but directly, not liking to mince words. He tries to get his voice heard, but is not always successful.
Of course, that is just the mask he wore when he met you.
He has two daggers, one on either side of his hip, and a rapier. Also, he has a short bow strapped on his back. He always seems to be taking in the entire room with his gaze. When not putting on a show of being an unassuming commoner, Vik's movements are very fluid and elegant. In a fight, he almost appears to be dancing, with his blades flowing almost like an extension of his arm.
The Eboncrests (We could all wear black helmets, headbands, skull-caps, etc. Yay! Uniforms :) The Vanguard The Fangs
I like the dragon themed names, I think it would be thematically appropriate. Maybe something like the Ebony Fangs, Scarlet Claws, etc. Then would could have an amulet or something with the symbol as a badge.
Vik's Description.
When you meet Vik, he seems very unassuming. He stands about 5'8", or maybe it's 5'10". You aren't quite sure, sometimes he seems taller. He wears a simple Disfavored issue Leather armor, with a dark cloak over it. His facial features are very ambiguous, you aren't quite sure if he is a human or a half-elf. His hair is a dark brown, long enough to cover his ears, but he usually keeps his cloak's hood up. His eye's are a dark brown, you are pretty sure. When he says his name, you can swear that you saw his eyes turn red for a second. He speaks softly, but directly, not liking to mince words. He tries to get his voice heard, but is not always successful.
Of course, that is just the mask he wore when he met you.
He has two daggers, one on either side of his hip, and a rapier. Also, he has a short bow strapped on his back. He always seems to be taking in the entire room with his gaze. When not putting on a show of being an unassuming commoner, Vik's movements are very fluid and elegant. In a fight, he almost appears to be dancing, with his blades flowing almost like an extension of his arm.
Nice. I like the idea of the dragon theme and emblems, though Blade wouldn't wear a badge/pin. He would have it embossed into part of his armour, like on his helm... which would look pretty damn bad ass when he dons it.
I'm easy (after all, what's in a name?), but reckon that we want to keep the party title shortish and punchy. What about the Ebon Fangs? We could all wield blacksteel weapons, if that kind of metal is a thing in this world, or if the DM would just allow it for flavour.
LOVE your PC description btw. Since Blade is my PCs actual name, I'm thinking of a nickname or callsign - maybe Iron Death or Steel Death. Vik could be Shadow Death or Silent Death, lol.
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D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Throughout the day those summoned to the Tiers have entered the Bastard city. All of you have passed through the city at some point, and while most of the destruction from the initial attack has been repaired or rebuilt. It is easy for you to pick out the buildings made after the attack, the stones a different shade. The capital of the newest province in the empire, the Hall of Justice has become the resident to one of the most trusted and important of the Archons. The Archon of Justice, Tunon. You all stand outside the entrance of the Hall of Justice, having a bit of time to yourselves before you are set to enter the hall. Prepare yourselves to meet one who answers only to Ulthan.
Tibark stands by himself leaning against the building. 6'4 blueish green and broad even by half orc standards. He is wearing what could be mistaken for the clothes of any commoner, tailored for fuller movement in combat. His belt holds 2 hand axes separated by a string of teeth which loops up across his shoulder on a strap. Trophies from impressive or personal kills.
"Always with the waiting. " talking to himself as much as anything his frustration is clear.
"So, you've been summoned here as well then?" As she approaches from around the corner of a nearby building, Allison's form is... striking. Her long black braided hair gives way to an unusually broad torso, covered by a black & red colonial-style pea coat. An armband along her left arm denotes her rank as a Corporal in the Disfavored. Her eyes are a bright fiery orange, and bear an unusual vertical slit for a human. On closer inspection, you can see the barest hint of bright red scales encroaching up the back of her neck."Nice to meet you, orc-kin. I am Corporal Allison Adrova - I don't consider formalities too highly, so just Allison works if you prefer. I trust you made it here without incident?"
(( I'm gonna look around the equipment section and see if I need to make some changes to my stuff. I'll "lock in" my equipment at the first official encounter, and of course, anything I describe will be "locked in" as well. Glad to see this getting off the ground, very excited! ))
As he usually does when summoned anywhere for duty, Blade arrived hours earlier. Assuming that he may not have been the only one called, the fighter stands thirty feet away, beside a large sculpted stone pillar. The half-orc is not hiding, he does that only when not doing so might jeopardise a mission. He merely stands perfectly silent and still, as is his manner, always at attention in any situation that is even remotely 'work' related.
However, while his hearing is as finely attuned as any of the other senses that he uses to kill and destroy his foes, the figures nearer to the building's entrance are speaking just a little too quietly and standing just a little too far away for the soldier to make out their words. It matters not though, since he now knows that others were indeed called. He also now knows that these others speak when they don't have to, whether out of impatience or boredom, he isn't yet sure. But still... it is information that he did not have only moments ago and Blade has lived, served, fought and killed long enough to know that information can be turned into power - the power to destroy his enemies and the enemies of his order and liege.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vik has been watching from a near by alleyway. When he sees people start to congregate, he will move to join them as well. He walks nervously towards the Tibark and Allison. He is wearing a weather-worn cloak with the hood raised up. His face is the plainest you've ever seen, nothing too memorable about it, although you can't be sure if he's a human or half-elf. Tufts of brown hair also can be seen under the hood, if you were inclined to look closer. Underneath his cloak, he is wearing Disfavored issued studded leather armor ((upgraded from my previous post)).
"H-hello. Umm, I suppose we just wait for the others, yes?" He says while shuffling his feet. "Oh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Vik." If you were looking him in the eyes, you may have noticed that they turned red when he said his name. But it could have been a trick of the light.
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"Pleasure to meet you, Vik. I am Corporal Allison, as I mentioned to this Orc-kin here," she articulates."I was given little information in my missive, outside of when and where to arrive, but it would likely make things easier on Tunon if we arrived as a unit."
[ Perception to see if I notice Blade in the background: 6 ]
"It seems as though there are four of us now. Unless one of you were followed?" She says slightly louder than her previously quiet, "indoor" voice, glancing over toward Blade.
[ What sort of garb does Blade have, a military uniform, armor, etc? ]
Though he hears the confident business-like voice of the woman clearly announcing his presence, Blade is still unsure of the nature of these people or their motives, so chooses to continue as he is. There is no need to speak yet, no need to act yet. The woman said that others were still expected before the meeting would begin. He had time... and so he continued to wait, to listen, to watch.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
As she approached the eclectic band assembling outside the Hall of Justice, Lorahzt couldn't help but feel a little wary. The only member of the group whose allegiance she could positively identify was Disfavored, per her uniform. While it was true the others could be fellow Crimson Guards, it was just as likely they were auxiliaries of some sort. She stood wringing her hands for a moment, then swiftly loosened a strip of red cloth tied around her left bicep and stuffed it into a pouch on her belt. With a deep breath and a muttered, "Here goes nothing," the drow woman stepped hesitantly forward, her reddish eyes flitting to and fro as she went. Of course, that kind of nervous tic seemed a bit ridiculous coming from a nearly six foot tall dark elf in a chainmail hauberk who looked like she could lay a man flat with a single punch. She had to actively work to keep her right hand from resting on the warhammer hanging at her waist, and eventually she settled for letting both of her hands grip the strap of the round shield on her back.
When she reached the group, she straightened into a passable facsimile of standing at attention and said, "I'm Lorahzt, sapper for Ulthan's armies. Is this the ah-" she cleared her throat, "-the group summoned to meet with the Archon of Justice?" She made as if to smile, thought better of it, and looked around once more to make sure she hadn't just wandered up to the wrong band of strangers. For better or worse, she didn't really see anyone else around who fit the bill...
For those listed out in the first party of the OOC thread.
Second post saved for important information.
Very excited to start! Are you going to setup a campaign? If you do, I can do content sharing.
https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/413466670627030
This is the link to the party. Thank you for content sharing, later I will send out invites.
Thanks, Vash.
Can't wait to get stuck in! :D
Looks like we have melee, arcane and support covered, but we're light on heals.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
If you get killed walk it off
Dying is for the weak. Blade is strong - he deals death to the craven and the unworthy!
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Vik agrees! But death is better served with a blade in the dark.
Party names straight off the bat? Are we going straight into the guts of the game, or will there be a meet'n'greet RP intro?
Just asking for clarity, but will we start knowing each other, in a 'squad' or some sort of special unit together, something like that?
Regardless, my 3 party name suggestions are:
The Eboncrests (We could all wear black helmets, headbands, skull-caps, etc. Yay! Uniforms :)
The Vanguard
The Fangs
FYI
Blade is a yellow-green skinned half-orc, with a short, black receding hairline (he ties back what little hair he has or wears it in a top-knot) despite his obvious youth and vigour. He has thick, heavy brows, and eyes that are brown/black, but given to seeming darker when he is angry... which is often. His cheeks are a criss-cross of scars and burns, some clearly earned in battle, some that look like they may be ritualistic or self-inflicted. His intense gaze rests heavily on people and his voice is a rumbling growl that emnates from deep in his enormous chest.
The half-orc stands 6'6, broad-shouldered, but athletic in the extreme. He moves smoothly for a big man, despite his heavy armour. He wears black chainmail and wields a rather crudely made greatsword, though the blade gleams wicked sharp. His belt holds two handaxes and he also attaches his black full-helm to it when he is not in combat. When travelling, he keeps his greatsword sheathed horizontally across his back and carries his longbow in hand, when in a combat though, this is reversed - while Blade is adept at killing from afar, he prefers to look his foes in the eyes when he does so... the closer, the better. The fighter wears heavy soled leather boots that come up to mid-calf and eschews the wearing of cloaks and other non-combat related clothing, leaving such trappings to the weak and the unbloodied.
His manner is abrupt and direct, often miscontrued as being rude or atagonistic. This is not true though, as Blade sees no point in being rude and has little time for bluster or bullying. And if the soldier is being aggressive towards someone, then the target of his ire will know that it is intentional... and likely deadly. Equally unconcerned with pointless acts of kindness or compassion, Blade nevertheless lives by his own code of honour (though others may not understand it) and obeys the laws of the lands he travels through. He has ever been loyal to the Disfavoured, his commanders and his liege. While possessing a hatred for slavers and a disdain for those who would allow themselves to be shackled by another, Blade views the iron-forged chain of command as necessary and proper - hierarchies and codes are what separate real men and woman from beasts, children and the unbloodied!
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
I like the dragon themed names, I think it would be thematically appropriate. Maybe something like the Ebony Fangs, Scarlet Claws, etc. Then would could have an amulet or something with the symbol as a badge.
Vik's Description.
When you meet Vik, he seems very unassuming. He stands about 5'8", or maybe it's 5'10". You aren't quite sure, sometimes he seems taller. He wears a simple Disfavored issue Leather armor, with a dark cloak over it. His facial features are very ambiguous, you aren't quite sure if he is a human or a half-elf. His hair is a dark brown, long enough to cover his ears, but he usually keeps his cloak's hood up. His eye's are a dark brown, you are pretty sure. When he says his name, you can swear that you saw his eyes turn red for a second. He speaks softly, but directly, not liking to mince words. He tries to get his voice heard, but is not always successful.
Of course, that is just the mask he wore when he met you.
He has two daggers, one on either side of his hip, and a rapier. Also, he has a short bow strapped on his back. He always seems to be taking in the entire room with his gaze. When not putting on a show of being an unassuming commoner, Vik's movements are very fluid and elegant. In a fight, he almost appears to be dancing, with his blades flowing almost like an extension of his arm.
Nice. I like the idea of the dragon theme and emblems, though Blade wouldn't wear a badge/pin. He would have it embossed into part of his armour, like on his helm... which would look pretty damn bad ass when he dons it.
I'm easy (after all, what's in a name?), but reckon that we want to keep the party title shortish and punchy. What about the Ebon Fangs? We could all wield blacksteel weapons, if that kind of metal is a thing in this world, or if the DM would just allow it for flavour.
LOVE your PC description btw. Since Blade is my PCs actual name, I'm thinking of a nickname or callsign - maybe Iron Death or Steel Death. Vik could be Shadow Death or Silent Death, lol.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Throughout the day those summoned to the Tiers have entered the Bastard city. All of you have passed through the city at some point, and while most of the destruction from the initial attack has been repaired or rebuilt. It is easy for you to pick out the buildings made after the attack, the stones a different shade. The capital of the newest province in the empire, the Hall of Justice has become the resident to one of the most trusted and important of the Archons. The Archon of Justice, Tunon. You all stand outside the entrance of the Hall of Justice, having a bit of time to yourselves before you are set to enter the hall. Prepare yourselves to meet one who answers only to Ulthan.
Tibark stands by himself leaning against the building. 6'4 blueish green and broad even by half orc standards. He is wearing what could be mistaken for the clothes of any commoner, tailored for fuller movement in combat. His belt holds 2 hand axes separated by a string of teeth which loops up across his shoulder on a strap. Trophies from impressive or personal kills.
"Always with the waiting. " talking to himself as much as anything his frustration is clear.
"So, you've been summoned here as well then?" As she approaches from around the corner of a nearby building, Allison's form is... striking. Her long black braided hair gives way to an unusually broad torso, covered by a black & red colonial-style pea coat. An armband along her left arm denotes her rank as a Corporal in the Disfavored. Her eyes are a bright fiery orange, and bear an unusual vertical slit for a human. On closer inspection, you can see the barest hint of bright red scales encroaching up the back of her neck. "Nice to meet you, orc-kin. I am Corporal Allison Adrova - I don't consider formalities too highly, so just Allison works if you prefer. I trust you made it here without incident?"
(( I'm gonna look around the equipment section and see if I need to make some changes to my stuff. I'll "lock in" my equipment at the first official encounter, and of course, anything I describe will be "locked in" as well. Glad to see this getting off the ground, very excited! ))
PbP characters:
Allison Adrova - Reign of the Dragon King
Delilah Thorne - Eidolons of Eramyth
Melody Velias (Spy) - Power Trip
[OOC] perception 7
As he usually does when summoned anywhere for duty, Blade arrived hours earlier. Assuming that he may not have been the only one called, the fighter stands thirty feet away, beside a large sculpted stone pillar. The half-orc is not hiding, he does that only when not doing so might jeopardise a mission. He merely stands perfectly silent and still, as is his manner, always at attention in any situation that is even remotely 'work' related.
However, while his hearing is as finely attuned as any of the other senses that he uses to kill and destroy his foes, the figures nearer to the building's entrance are speaking just a little too quietly and standing just a little too far away for the soldier to make out their words. It matters not though, since he now knows that others were indeed called. He also now knows that these others speak when they don't have to, whether out of impatience or boredom, he isn't yet sure. But still... it is information that he did not have only moments ago and Blade has lived, served, fought and killed long enough to know that information can be turned into power - the power to destroy his enemies and the enemies of his order and liege.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Vik has been watching from a near by alleyway. When he sees people start to congregate, he will move to join them as well. He walks nervously towards the Tibark and Allison. He is wearing a weather-worn cloak with the hood raised up. His face is the plainest you've ever seen, nothing too memorable about it, although you can't be sure if he's a human or half-elf. Tufts of brown hair also can be seen under the hood, if you were inclined to look closer. Underneath his cloak, he is wearing Disfavored issued studded leather armor ((upgraded from my previous post)).
"H-hello. Umm, I suppose we just wait for the others, yes?" He says while shuffling his feet. "Oh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Vik." If you were looking him in the eyes, you may have noticed that they turned red when he said his name. But it could have been a trick of the light.
"Pleasure to meet you, Vik. I am Corporal Allison, as I mentioned to this Orc-kin here," she articulates. "I was given little information in my missive, outside of when and where to arrive, but it would likely make things easier on Tunon if we arrived as a unit."
[ Perception to see if I notice Blade in the background: 6 ]
"It seems as though there are four of us now. Unless one of you were followed?" She says slightly louder than her previously quiet, "indoor" voice, glancing over toward Blade.
[ What sort of garb does Blade have, a military uniform, armor, etc? ]
PbP characters:
Allison Adrova - Reign of the Dragon King
Delilah Thorne - Eidolons of Eramyth
Melody Velias (Spy) - Power Trip
[OOC] insight check 21 What the what now?
Though he hears the confident business-like voice of the woman clearly announcing his presence, Blade is still unsure of the nature of these people or their motives, so chooses to continue as he is. There is no need to speak yet, no need to act yet. The woman said that others were still expected before the meeting would begin. He had time... and so he continued to wait, to listen, to watch.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
As she approached the eclectic band assembling outside the Hall of Justice, Lorahzt couldn't help but feel a little wary. The only member of the group whose allegiance she could positively identify was Disfavored, per her uniform. While it was true the others could be fellow Crimson Guards, it was just as likely they were auxiliaries of some sort. She stood wringing her hands for a moment, then swiftly loosened a strip of red cloth tied around her left bicep and stuffed it into a pouch on her belt. With a deep breath and a muttered, "Here goes nothing," the drow woman stepped hesitantly forward, her reddish eyes flitting to and fro as she went. Of course, that kind of nervous tic seemed a bit ridiculous coming from a nearly six foot tall dark elf in a chainmail hauberk who looked like she could lay a man flat with a single punch. She had to actively work to keep her right hand from resting on the warhammer hanging at her waist, and eventually she settled for letting both of her hands grip the strap of the round shield on her back.
When she reached the group, she straightened into a passable facsimile of standing at attention and said, "I'm Lorahzt, sapper for Ulthan's armies. Is this the ah-" she cleared her throat, "-the group summoned to meet with the Archon of Justice?" She made as if to smile, thought better of it, and looked around once more to make sure she hadn't just wandered up to the wrong band of strangers. For better or worse, she didn't really see anyone else around who fit the bill...
Tibark looks around at the growing crowd taking it in. "Yeah, I reckon we're all here for the same reason. "