I want to see how everyone will interact with this campaign. Little to no introduction we will begin with a few character introductions (3 -4) and move on with the pbp quickly. Roleplaying, A lot of Combat and a lot of fun. Don't god mod and don't ruin the game for anyone else. Medium sized paragraphs, open to beginner players, veterans may feel out of place. Include your character sheets here in the initial posts. Drop those characters right into the story and we can unveil backgrounds, classes and whatnot through rp, N restricted races just make sure you're balanced and play mostly fair where it makes sense
The tavern was quite large, as were most things in the City of Buldermount. The tavern wench was a big ugly barbarian woman, who looked like she was bred from a giant and a troll. Everyone in the town knew not to start things with, in fear of her skull crushing hands, but also being exiled from the only pub there was in Buldermount. A fire warmed the adventurers from the cold chill coming from the front door.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
((OOC - Allright then. Lets see how this goes.))
An old battered looking tortoise sat awkwardly on one of the stools, the shape of his body not very accommodating for his body shape. Tucked into the rope around his waist was a sickle and dagger. And also strapped to this, was his pack for carrying his other, few items of value. Aside from this, the tortoise was more or less naked. His body being such that clothing wasn't really.... needed, as nothing was visible anywhere. He sat, nursing on a mug of ale seemingly in his own world. His head rocking back and forth to some tune only he could hear. Eventually, however, his ale ran dry, and he politely requested another. His voice was shaky, ancient, you could almost feel the dust that might have came out of his mouth if he were a statue long forgotten as he addresses the unique bartender
Excuse me.... Melissa was it? I require a refill on my cider.... How much was it again?
((OOC - I have a spare dagger and a piece of leather armor left over from character creation.. my character cannot use armor at all, and I don't need a spare weapon. Would you allow me to exchange them [Pre-introduction post] for half the total gold their worth, and then subract 2 gold from that for a shield? Thrassis Still editing, wanted to get my post out. Rolling for stats - Ability scores: 1113991415))
Adalene Ingomo looked around the bar with mild interest, sipping her drink but with no real intentions to finish it for the time being. She fingers the wand at her belt, finding comfort in the old worn piece that she'd been carrying since she started her apprenticeship and then her tour in her cities City Watch. Now it was one of the few familiar things in this world of adventuring, but she didn't mind it too much. She just wished she didn't miss home so much. She turns to the old Tortle and gives a small smile. She speaks up.
"One coppa" Melissa, her voice raspy from the years of tobacco she had inhaled in her years. She smiled at the tortle, her teeth stained yellows and browns.
"I've seen a lot of adventurars 'round Bulda, not one of you's though, whats your story?"
She asked, eyeing the tortle, then smiling awkwardly with a tilted head at the other visitor.
Adalene gets up from her chair, stretching and looking around the bar one last time out of habit. She picks up her drink, and shrugs, finishing it. She didn't have an intention to finish it, but the Tortle already had his new one and she didn't want it to go to waste. She approaches the counter to return the cup.
"Here you go," she says as she hands the glass back. She turns to the Tortle, "I'm curious as well. I don't think I've seen any of your kind except for pictures in books."
The Tortle cleared his throat, unsure exactly how to respond in this situation O-Oh.. uh, Well if it's not too much trouble I wouldn't mind having both... I've already bothered the bartender so much... But your kindness is also appreciated on some unworthy old man like myself. If only more young ones showed such respect for their elders.. Or rather, I assume I'm older than you both.. am I? and for a moment he ponders it as he accidentally slides a gold piece over to the Bartender, mistaking it for a copper. His eyes linger on the bartender for a moment as she asks her questions. Eyes squinting.. And I'm a traveler.. I used to live my life, holed up in a swamp, but after I had read all the books that didn't get water rot! Oho! Now I seek to expand my knowledge, or so the voice in my head tells me to. You're quite cute Melissa, if I was of your species I'm sure I'd make some passes. But that is neither here nor there. You're both quite kind to an old man. Oh, and my name is Thrasher... Thrassis? One of those...
Even as he turns to take the offered drink from Adalene, he falls straight out of his chair, landing hard on his side, before his shell forces him onto his back. Oh my...
** Thrasis is neither trying to persuade or deceive the bartender.
"Voice in your head?" Adalene ask curiously, "I'll take two more,"she says to Mellissa, sliding a gold and holding her hand out for change. When he falls to the ground, she turns around and approaches him. "What kind of voice in your head?"She continues as she holds her hand out to Thrassis. While this is all happening, she pats her pocket on her jacket with her free hand to ensure her spellbook was still in place. It was, thankfully. She had a horrible habit of leaving it sitting out if she was focused on something else entirely.
The bartender lets out a snort at the compliments given by the old tortle, then another as he falls over.
"i like you a lot ol tortle, these drinks are on the house the time"
Melissa walks around the bar and offers her hand to Thrassis for assistance,
"lets go you ol' bloke, yer too fragile to be laying about on the ground"
Right before Melissa can help up Thrassis, a large barbarian busts through the door followed by bandits, much smaller than he.
Melissa throws herself to the ground and the gentleman walk briskly to the bar, Melissa in the mean time, hides her face in her arms, obviously scared.
Adalene stands up straighter and looks at both the barbarian and bandits with mild disinterest. "Can I help you?" She asks, one hand on her belt where her want sat, the other hanging at her side. "Or do you just make a habit of bursting into bars looking like you want to fight someone much smaller than you?" She chuckles to herself, and finally pulls her wand out as a precaution and crossing her arms over her chest.
While talking like nothing is wrong, Adalene observes what's going on around her, the number of bandits, and who else in the room is getting ready to run/fight. She starts calculating the odds of winning this fight in her head.
As Thrassis is assisted up, just enough for him to be able to get back up on his own, with some effort (15 feet of movement) the sound of the door busting in gave him a start O-oh my! he said, unable to respond to the comments of the others due to this sudden situation. Thrassis squints his eyes at the group that had just barged in walking the rest of the way to the Bandits, to him, they all looked like one, single, blurry wall of flesh. Thrassis, unintentionally approaching the Barbarian, with his hand out he pats the Barbarians leg Is that you Thordar? Didn't your mother teach you not to be so rude? What would your family think? After all the years I've known you even you've never been so brash! Thrassis doesn't actually know this person, but due to his age, he mistakes a lot of people for old acquaintances.. and without intending to... even as he spoke those words, the power of a Charm person flows through when contact is made. (Wisdom save, DC 13 or be charmed and regard Thrassis as a dear old friend) Now whats all this about eh?
In a dark corner of the bar, a red-bearded mountain dwarf sits drinking strong, dark ale from a big mug. Watching the actions of the turtle and female with interest and amusement, he stops and puts down his ale as the new comers enter the bar.
Rising to his feet, he hefts his huge double-bladed two-handed axe comfortably in his calloused hands, and stands quietly in the background, weight perfectly balanced on two short legs. This is his local bar, and he’s not happy about strangers threatening the barmaid. He’s ready to get involved if needed...
Adalene doesn't really like the odds, especially with the old Tortle doing.... whatever she was trying to do. Wand in hand, she begins to go over the words to the Mage Armor in her head, ready to quickly preform the spell the second someone started to attack. She turns to look around the room for anyone else who looks ready to fight, she attempts to make eye contact with the dwarf with the axe and raises an eyebrow as if to say, "You going to help?"
Ragnar smiles a grin of yellow, ale-stained teeth with a few gaps, clearly picking up the question implicit in the raised eyebrow, and answering it with an enthusiastic nod.
((is it typical to use weapons in the city or would Ragnar be best off getting ready for a brawl?))
The DM created an account on D&D Beyond and started this game pretty much the same day. He's not been online since. I suspect this is a dodo... (which is a shame as it started well!)
The sky over the town of Buldermount was dark with fog, as were the minds of the crowd in the pub. A feeling of uncertainty, like they were all unsure about something, with only a bleary outline in their mind. Melissa stood, her mind racing with questions as she turned to see her reflection in the mirror hanging behind the bar. "What... WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE!?" Melissa screamed. Her face had aged, wrinkles had appeared where there were none just a moment ago and her red hair had grown streaks of grey in the same moment.
She turned to look at the barbarian and bandits, there was no way they were responsible. The others had all aged too, they looked more mature to Melissa, but in all different ways. What happened?
"Life." An uneasing voice said from the threshold of the pub door. "It happens, of course..... But this... This was Me." The stranger flipped a coin off of his thumb as he entered the tavern. "Unlucky."He said looking around the room of his unsuspecting victims. "And you all deserve it. Especially you." The sorcerer flipped the coin at the Adalene for her to catch before turning swiftly, a short staff hitting the grown as he knelt. A flash of light bursts through the room with the force of a strong wind. Melissa looked up squinting her eyes, but they were gone, with only the coin left flipping through the air.
(( I can not explain how funny this is. I actually went through a police academy and was not expecting the amount of effort that was going to take. If you'd still like to press this forward, it going to be... fun lol casual posting 2-3 times per week, paragraph amounts.))
I want to see how everyone will interact with this campaign. Little to no introduction we will begin with a few character introductions (3 -4) and move on with the pbp quickly. Roleplaying, A lot of Combat and a lot of fun. Don't god mod and don't ruin the game for anyone else. Medium sized paragraphs, open to beginner players, veterans may feel out of place. Include your character sheets here in the initial posts. Drop those characters right into the story and we can unveil backgrounds, classes and whatnot through rp, N restricted races just make sure you're balanced and play mostly fair where it makes sense
The tavern was quite large, as were most things in the City of Buldermount. The tavern wench was a big ugly barbarian woman, who looked like she was bred from a giant and a troll. Everyone in the town knew not to start things with, in fear of her skull crushing hands, but also being exiled from the only pub there was in Buldermount. A fire warmed the adventurers from the cold chill coming from the front door.
((OOC - Allright then. Lets see how this goes.))
An old battered looking tortoise sat awkwardly on one of the stools, the shape of his body not very accommodating for his body shape. Tucked into the rope around his waist was a sickle and dagger. And also strapped to this, was his pack for carrying his other, few items of value. Aside from this, the tortoise was more or less naked. His body being such that clothing wasn't really.... needed, as nothing was visible anywhere. He sat, nursing on a mug of ale seemingly in his own world. His head rocking back and forth to some tune only he could hear. Eventually, however, his ale ran dry, and he politely requested another. His voice was shaky, ancient, you could almost feel the dust that might have came out of his mouth if he were a statue long forgotten as he addresses the unique bartender
Excuse me.... Melissa was it? I require a refill on my cider.... How much was it again?
((OOC - I have a spare dagger and a piece of leather armor left over from character creation.. my character cannot use armor at all, and I don't need a spare weapon. Would you allow me to exchange them [Pre-introduction post] for half the total gold their worth, and then subract 2 gold from that for a shield? Thrassis Still editing, wanted to get my post out. Rolling for stats - Ability scores: 11 13 9 9 14 15))
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Adalene Ingomo looked around the bar with mild interest, sipping her drink but with no real intentions to finish it for the time being. She fingers the wand at her belt, finding comfort in the old worn piece that she'd been carrying since she started her apprenticeship and then her tour in her cities City Watch. Now it was one of the few familiar things in this world of adventuring, but she didn't mind it too much. She just wished she didn't miss home so much. She turns to the old Tortle and gives a small smile. She speaks up.
"You can have mine if you like."
((OOC https://ddb.ac/characters/11911729/RYnwKP I used standard scores, I hope that was alright. She's also varient human so that's why she has War Caster))
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"One coppa" Melissa, her voice raspy from the years of tobacco she had inhaled in her years. She smiled at the tortle, her teeth stained yellows and browns.
"I've seen a lot of adventurars 'round Bulda, not one of you's though, whats your story?"
She asked, eyeing the tortle, then smiling awkwardly with a tilted head at the other visitor.
((trade sounds fair))
Adalene gets up from her chair, stretching and looking around the bar one last time out of habit. She picks up her drink, and shrugs, finishing it. She didn't have an intention to finish it, but the Tortle already had his new one and she didn't want it to go to waste. She approaches the counter to return the cup.
"Here you go," she says as she hands the glass back. She turns to the Tortle, "I'm curious as well. I don't think I've seen any of your kind except for pictures in books."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
The Tortle cleared his throat, unsure exactly how to respond in this situation O-Oh.. uh, Well if it's not too much trouble I wouldn't mind having both... I've already bothered the bartender so much... But your kindness is also appreciated on some unworthy old man like myself. If only more young ones showed such respect for their elders.. Or rather, I assume I'm older than you both.. am I? and for a moment he ponders it as he accidentally slides a gold piece over to the Bartender, mistaking it for a copper. His eyes linger on the bartender for a moment as she asks her questions. Eyes squinting.. And I'm a traveler.. I used to live my life, holed up in a swamp, but after I had read all the books that didn't get water rot! Oho! Now I seek to expand my knowledge, or so the voice in my head tells me to. You're quite cute Melissa, if I was of your species I'm sure I'd make some passes. But that is neither here nor there. You're both quite kind to an old man. Oh, and my name is Thrasher... Thrassis? One of those...
Even as he turns to take the offered drink from Adalene, he falls straight out of his chair, landing hard on his side, before his shell forces him onto his back. Oh my...
** Thrasis is neither trying to persuade or deceive the bartender.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Voice in your head?" Adalene ask curiously, "I'll take two more," she says to Mellissa, sliding a gold and holding her hand out for change. When he falls to the ground, she turns around and approaches him. "What kind of voice in your head?" She continues as she holds her hand out to Thrassis. While this is all happening, she pats her pocket on her jacket with her free hand to ensure her spellbook was still in place. It was, thankfully. She had a horrible habit of leaving it sitting out if she was focused on something else entirely.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
The bartender lets out a snort at the compliments given by the old tortle, then another as he falls over.
"i like you a lot ol tortle, these drinks are on the house the time"
Melissa walks around the bar and offers her hand to Thrassis for assistance,
"lets go you ol' bloke, yer too fragile to be laying about on the ground"
Right before Melissa can help up Thrassis, a large barbarian busts through the door followed by bandits, much smaller than he.
Melissa throws herself to the ground and the gentleman walk briskly to the bar, Melissa in the mean time, hides her face in her arms, obviously scared.
Adalene stands up straighter and looks at both the barbarian and bandits with mild disinterest. "Can I help you?" She asks, one hand on her belt where her want sat, the other hanging at her side. "Or do you just make a habit of bursting into bars looking like you want to fight someone much smaller than you?" She chuckles to herself, and finally pulls her wand out as a precaution and crossing her arms over her chest.
While talking like nothing is wrong, Adalene observes what's going on around her, the number of bandits, and who else in the room is getting ready to run/fight. She starts calculating the odds of winning this fight in her head.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
As Thrassis is assisted up, just enough for him to be able to get back up on his own, with some effort (15 feet of movement) the sound of the door busting in gave him a start O-oh my! he said, unable to respond to the comments of the others due to this sudden situation. Thrassis squints his eyes at the group that had just barged in walking the rest of the way to the Bandits, to him, they all looked like one, single, blurry wall of flesh. Thrassis, unintentionally approaching the Barbarian, with his hand out he pats the Barbarians leg Is that you Thordar? Didn't your mother teach you not to be so rude? What would your family think? After all the years I've known you even you've never been so brash! Thrassis doesn't actually know this person, but due to his age, he mistakes a lot of people for old acquaintances.. and without intending to... even as he spoke those words, the power of a Charm person flows through when contact is made. (Wisdom save, DC 13 or be charmed and regard Thrassis as a dear old friend) Now whats all this about eh?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
In a dark corner of the bar, a red-bearded mountain dwarf sits drinking strong, dark ale from a big mug. Watching the actions of the turtle and female with interest and amusement, he stops and puts down his ale as the new comers enter the bar.
Rising to his feet, he hefts his huge double-bladed two-handed axe comfortably in his calloused hands, and stands quietly in the background, weight perfectly balanced on two short legs. This is his local bar, and he’s not happy about strangers threatening the barmaid. He’s ready to get involved if needed...
Ragnar Redmane
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
Adalene doesn't really like the odds, especially with the old Tortle doing.... whatever she was trying to do. Wand in hand, she begins to go over the words to the Mage Armor in her head, ready to quickly preform the spell the second someone started to attack. She turns to look around the room for anyone else who looks ready to fight, she attempts to make eye contact with the dwarf with the axe and raises an eyebrow as if to say, "You going to help?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ragnar smiles a grin of yellow, ale-stained teeth with a few gaps, clearly picking up the question implicit in the raised eyebrow, and answering it with an enthusiastic nod.
((is it typical to use weapons in the city or would Ragnar be best off getting ready for a brawl?))
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
((No DM for a few days - is this normal?))
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
(not normally, especially with no notice, but it could just be real life kicking in)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(that's my guess)
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Dead game?
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
(If so, thats unfortunate)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The DM created an account on D&D Beyond and started this game pretty much the same day. He's not been online since. I suspect this is a dodo... (which is a shame as it started well!)
My Homebrew World: The World of Rodinia
Novels Published: Reynard's Fate, Kita's Honour and Callindrill
The sky over the town of Buldermount was dark with fog, as were the minds of the crowd in the pub. A feeling of uncertainty, like they were all unsure about something, with only a bleary outline in their mind. Melissa stood, her mind racing with questions as she turned to see her reflection in the mirror hanging behind the bar. "What... WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE!?" Melissa screamed. Her face had aged, wrinkles had appeared where there were none just a moment ago and her red hair had grown streaks of grey in the same moment.
She turned to look at the barbarian and bandits, there was no way they were responsible. The others had all aged too, they looked more mature to Melissa, but in all different ways. What happened?
"Life." An uneasing voice said from the threshold of the pub door. "It happens, of course..... But this... This was Me." The stranger flipped a coin off of his thumb as he entered the tavern. "Unlucky." He said looking around the room of his unsuspecting victims. "And you all deserve it. Especially you." The sorcerer flipped the coin at the Adalene for her to catch before turning swiftly, a short staff hitting the grown as he knelt. A flash of light bursts through the room with the force of a strong wind. Melissa looked up squinting her eyes, but they were gone, with only the coin left flipping through the air.
(( I can not explain how funny this is. I actually went through a police academy and was not expecting the amount of effort that was going to take. If you'd still like to press this forward, it going to be... fun lol casual posting 2-3 times per week, paragraph amounts.))