IF you make sure that homebrew is allowed for the campaign... it might make it so that we can create our own magic items that contain our LIGHT spells and then that way they show up on our list. I could just make a ring called (Phil's red light spells) and it grants me my 10 spells or whatever and that way I have them visible.
lol that sounds like a lot of work. If you want to do that go for it but as long as you put it in the bracket thing and rp the flavor i'll be happy.
IF you make sure that homebrew is allowed for the campaign... it might make it so that we can create our own magic items that contain our LIGHT spells and then that way they show up on our list. I could just make a ring called (Phil's red light spells) and it grants me my 10 spells or whatever and that way I have them visible.
lol that sounds like a lot of work. If you want to do that go for it but as long as you put it in the bracket thing and rp the flavor i'll be happy.
that way I remember which spells I have to flavor that way and which ones I dont lol.
Ok I'm going to bed, here is your opening pitch. I hope you like it.
The sea is angry, everything is angry. The people around you are humming with anxiety. Today there will be a show. The Prism, the leader of this world both in government and worship, has set up a stage. On this stage you see five people in manacles. The first a female gold dragon born. The second a male halfling missing his left leg. The third and forth twin male Goliaths. The fifth and last a female kenku. You know why they are here. They were trying, no worse, they were caught trying to start a rebellion. It wouldn’t be the first rebellion, as far as you know it wasn’t even the 50 rebellion. People have been trying to change things for a long time. People have hated this Prism for years….. Many years….. You start to think that this guy has been around for a long time.
As you ponder this a beam of light is projected from the tower of little jasper. The light disapates and standing on stage is the Prism. An olive skin man with a close cropped beard and sholder length hair. He looks no older than 30 but you know that can’t be right. He is in a white robe and is holding “Luxin Bane” A long sword with an onyx hilt and what looks like a glass blade.
“My good people,” the prism shouts, louder than what is possible for mundane means, “these five individuals are sentenced to treason. They would have you believe that life without leadership would be better for the masses. They would have you fall into chaos...” The Prism continues on with his propaganda for 3 or 4 more minuets. The crowd is still, full of fear, full of hate. You know better than to do anything. It will be over soon.
The Prism make all the rebels kneel, walks behind the dragon born and without a word, plunges the sword into her back. Blood runs down her back, but something you have never witnessed happens too. Something you have heard whispers about something that normally isn’t such a public showing. The glass blade of Luxin Bane fills slowly with what looks like blue smoke traveling through liquid. The blade fills and the Prism pulls the blade out of the dead dragon born. He raises the blade and the liquid blue smokes seem to drain out of the crystal weapon through the hilt and you guess into the Prism.
This process is done with each of the remaining 4 rebels. Green for the halfling, red for the twins, and no color for the kenku. You think you see a swirl in the blade but you can’t be sure. The Prism smiles to the crowd. “Let this be a lesson to you all. I am a merciful god, but my wrath is great, and my judgment is swift. The real enemy are the people that wants all ‘this’ to end.” A light beam covers the Prism and in an instant, he is gone.
What are you doing here?
What is your next move?
Do you agree and fear the Prism or do you fight his dictatorship.
I can mix spell-slots, right? So I could use a Color spell-slot to cast a spell I get from my class, and vice-versa?
no sorry your color spell slots are reserved for your 10 color spells only, but like what was said above, you can use smite but it has to be one of your 10 color spells you picked to use it as a color spell slot.
A half elf watched from the back of the audiance at the show happening. Her long blond hair flowed down, her face presten, sharp, and attractive with many features including her soft skin and deep blue eyes. She wore a cloak over her usual tomboyish outfit, but what wouldnt be seen was a special mark on her neck that had three bolts of lightning and a tornado interconnected, a dragon mark, the mark was covered up with the clothes she wore and by her stands of hair, the mark that should have been a blessing... but was now a horrid curse. She gazed at the prism and watched the brutal executions, she felt bad, but she knew not to dwell on those emotions. Her mind returned to where it always seemed to and how she hated the prisms tyrannical rule, but her fear was also great, they conflicted within her, fear winning out in the end, it always did. Marril questioned why she had even come to this execution and left pulling up a hood to cover her face
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
If anyone would like to use them, I created a few homebrew things to help manage the additional spells/slots. A feat to add the 10 additional spells. Manage Feats -> Add -> use the feat's dropdown to select the spells. They will be listed in your spell list as "At Will" rather than using your normal spell slots. Two homebrew magic rings: One with 3 charges to track the additional 1st level spells and one with 1 charge to track the additional 2nd level spell. Charges reset with a long rest.
From what I understand, I should be able to share them with anyone in the campaign without sharing with the larger community but if you can't follow the links below let me know and I'll make them public. Make sure you turn on homebrew content. Not sure if you'll have to add them to your own homebrew collection (I would guess probably).
Dalavash stood among the crowd, his bow unstrung and placed securely on his backpack along with the quiver that would rest at his hip when he intended to use the weapon, and watched with a solemn expression that could easily be mistaken for judgement on the executed. His sky blue eyes looked at them and the brutal way they were killed and he couldn't help but wonder if this was just or the act of a mad tyrant. Sighing he couldn't help but reflect on the growing anxiety that had been developing since coming to this island...that those that ruled didn't care about the people and only their own power.
Shaking his head Dalavash rubs a tan calloused hand through his black hair that is kept fairly short but still long enough that he could run his fingers through it and just grab a handful if he wanted. His face was clean shaven and displayed his symmetrical and handsome face that somehow balanced beauty and masculinity as his strong jawline saved his face from heading in the feminine direction. His build was athletic but obviously more inclined towards graceful movement rather than brute force and he moved with the confident ease of someone who had spent significant time training to control his body. His clothing was simple with a dark brown leather jacket, gray shirt, blue pants, and soft leather boots that matched his jacket.
Looking around he spotted what seemed to be an inn and began to head towards it in the hopes that they might have a room for him to stay in. Originally he had come here in the hopes of petitioning aid to the farmsteads he had come from as bandit raids and monster activity had increased of late and he had to admit that he was being overwhelmed by it. However looking at the execution and contemplating his earlier interactions with guards he felt that perhaps he might need to seek free agents.
From his vantage point at the entrance to the dark alley, a hulking grey-green lizard man carrying a gnarled staff watched the horrific proceedings indifferently. He crunches down on the other half of the rat he caught earlier. He turns back into the alley, snorts derisively, and mutters to seemingly no one:
The beings here treat death strangely... Scurrying about meaningless tasks... Purposeless killing and futile fretting over it... All so pointless in the face of what's coming... Surely some being here knows... Kouss must find them...
Kouss received an ill omen several years ago of a great evil rising up from the land and destroying the world. Intent on stamping it out before the threat grows too great, he has watched for signs and listened for whispers that could lead him to it but has found neither. Preferring solitude and viewing civilization as of little use, he has searched the wilds of much of the world with nothing to show for it. The "other" (the voice only he seems to hear), being the only one he's ever talked to who made sense, encouraged him to seek help from other beings. He eventually acquiesced and found the nearest village and began posing his strange questions. Each time it was the same: no one knew anything about the looming danger but they suggested he travel to the next town or city as they were closer to the capital and must know something... Eventually, his journey lead him here: Little Jasper, the capital of all civilization. This is Kouss' last hope. His burnt orange spine sail twitched slightly at the thought of talking to more beings. Having learned in his travels that taverns are frequently a good place to ask questions, he begins to look for one.
Watching from the front of the crowd, as it was the only place he was able to see, a young halfling in scaled armor taps the mace head at his side uncomfortably. The executions had been quick, but he couldn’t quite get the image of the dragonborn out of his mind. A smaller physique and red scales and it would be his love Lorraine. The halfling looked nice enough, his clothing fine and neat, brown hair cut short to keep it out of the way, intelligent eyes peering at you from an understanding face. Shaking his head to clear it, Coryn focused on his quest to find the darkness and banish it as his god had instructed. Shivering at the thought of darkness, Coryn walks to a nearby inn to find a place to stay for the night.
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A little cloaked figure, no bigger than a toddler, scurries through the crowd, wearing a cloak with the hood back. His dracconic features quite plane to see as he moved through the crowd. His scales are copper in color, and he has a floating disk he totes behind him, with all sorts of jumbled stuff on it, from a comb, a child's doll, several spoons, and all sorts of other random stuff. as he moves through the crowd his eyes are constantly moving, looking for anything someone might have forgotten about, and could become lost. It might be something they dropped, just put in their pocket, or even just dangling there from their belt. People often forget things so easily after all and he doesn't want anything to become lost...
The little figure wouldn't have paid all that much attention to the executions, since it did not affect him really at all. He has found the capital so full of lost things that he feels he will never find them all.
The bulky Locathah watched from the crowd as the execution took place. Even though he was surrounded by others, they gave the strange fish person plenty of space. His smooth gray rubbery skin glistened as the rays of the sun reflected from it. The stocky creature moved with surprising grace, as though swimming through the crowd in order to get closer as the Prism disappeared. The smell of the sea followed the creature and his armor sloshed every so softly with every movement. Tiny hoses connected to what appeared to be water skins run to different sections of his black leather armor, seemingly keeping it moist at all times. Red light originating from inside his leather armor illuminates the face of the locathah, as well as his clawed and webbed hands. His large webbed feet slap the stone road as the seemingly countless vials or different colored liquids attached to his chest clank and rattle. "Well... perhaps I should reconsider my visit to Little Jasper... It does seem Ralph was right to warn me..." Phil would mutter to himself.
As Marril walked through the ally way she didn’t notice the presents off the lizard man that was there, she seemed to be preoccupied making sure she had remembered to cover her dragon mark. She thought she might head to the inn to see what was going on there
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
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lol that sounds like a lot of work. If you want to do that go for it but as long as you put it in the bracket thing and rp the flavor i'll be happy.
sorry I read it wrong. 3 first level spell slots and a single second level spell slot. got it. I am dumb lol
that way I remember which spells I have to flavor that way and which ones I dont lol.
What do you mean by ”Bracket thing”?
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Send help pleaselike if you cast mage armor make it pop up like this mage armor
how will class abilities effect these spells
like can Paladin's turn the slots into smites
can sorcerery points effect the light luxin spells I can
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
My guess is that it is independent of class abilities.
smite can be used if you flavor it right but remember its going to burn a color spell slot. And yes you can use sorc points on your color spells.
you are correct.
I can mix spell-slots, right? So I could use a Color spell-slot to cast a spell I get from my class, and vice-versa?
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Send help pleaseOk I'm going to bed, here is your opening pitch. I hope you like it.
The sea is angry, everything is angry. The people around you are humming with anxiety. Today there will be a show. The Prism, the leader of this world both in government and worship, has set up a stage. On this stage you see five people in manacles. The first a female gold dragon born. The second a male halfling missing his left leg. The third and forth twin male Goliaths. The fifth and last a female kenku. You know why they are here. They were trying, no worse, they were caught trying to start a rebellion. It wouldn’t be the first rebellion, as far as you know it wasn’t even the 50 rebellion. People have been trying to change things for a long time. People have hated this Prism for years….. Many years….. You start to think that this guy has been around for a long time.
As you ponder this a beam of light is projected from the tower of little jasper. The light disapates and standing on stage is the Prism. An olive skin man with a close cropped beard and sholder length hair. He looks no older than 30 but you know that can’t be right. He is in a white robe and is holding “Luxin Bane” A long sword with an onyx hilt and what looks like a glass blade.
“My good people,” the prism shouts, louder than what is possible for mundane means, “these five individuals are sentenced to treason. They would have you believe that life without leadership would be better for the masses. They would have you fall into chaos...” The Prism continues on with his propaganda for 3 or 4 more minuets. The crowd is still, full of fear, full of hate. You know better than to do anything. It will be over soon.
The Prism make all the rebels kneel, walks behind the dragon born and without a word, plunges the sword into her back. Blood runs down her back, but something you have never witnessed happens too. Something you have heard whispers about something that normally isn’t such a public showing. The glass blade of Luxin Bane fills slowly with what looks like blue smoke traveling through liquid. The blade fills and the Prism pulls the blade out of the dead dragon born. He raises the blade and the liquid blue smokes seem to drain out of the crystal weapon through the hilt and you guess into the Prism.
This process is done with each of the remaining 4 rebels. Green for the halfling, red for the twins, and no color for the kenku. You think you see a swirl in the blade but you can’t be sure. The Prism smiles to the crowd. “Let this be a lesson to you all. I am a merciful god, but my wrath is great, and my judgment is swift. The real enemy are the people that wants all ‘this’ to end.” A light beam covers the Prism and in an instant, he is gone.
What are you doing here?
What is your next move?
Do you agree and fear the Prism or do you fight his dictatorship.
The capital city is yours.
no sorry your color spell slots are reserved for your 10 color spells only, but like what was said above, you can use smite but it has to be one of your 10 color spells you picked to use it as a color spell slot.
A half elf watched from the back of the audiance at the show happening. Her long blond hair flowed down, her face presten, sharp, and attractive with many features including her soft skin and deep blue eyes. She wore a cloak over her usual tomboyish outfit, but what wouldnt be seen was a special mark on her neck that had three bolts of lightning and a tornado interconnected, a dragon mark, the mark was covered up with the clothes she wore and by her stands of hair, the mark that should have been a blessing... but was now a horrid curse. She gazed at the prism and watched the brutal executions, she felt bad, but she knew not to dwell on those emotions. Her mind returned to where it always seemed to and how she hated the prisms tyrannical rule, but her fear was also great, they conflicted within her, fear winning out in the end, it always did. Marril questioned why she had even come to this execution and left pulling up a hood to cover her face
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
If anyone would like to use them, I created a few homebrew things to help manage the additional spells/slots. A feat to add the 10 additional spells. Manage Feats -> Add -> use the feat's dropdown to select the spells. They will be listed in your spell list as "At Will" rather than using your normal spell slots. Two homebrew magic rings: One with 3 charges to track the additional 1st level spells and one with 1 charge to track the additional 2nd level spell. Charges reset with a long rest.
From what I understand, I should be able to share them with anyone in the campaign without sharing with the larger community but if you can't follow the links below let me know and I'll make them public. Make sure you turn on homebrew content. Not sure if you'll have to add them to your own homebrew collection (I would guess probably).
Feat: https://www.dndbeyond.com/feats/198118-light-bringer-level-5
1st level ring: https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/1117090-light-bringer-level-5-1st-level-slots
2nd level ring: https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/1117126-light-bringer-level-5-2nd-level-slot
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Dalavash stood among the crowd, his bow unstrung and placed securely on his backpack along with the quiver that would rest at his hip when he intended to use the weapon, and watched with a solemn expression that could easily be mistaken for judgement on the executed. His sky blue eyes looked at them and the brutal way they were killed and he couldn't help but wonder if this was just or the act of a mad tyrant. Sighing he couldn't help but reflect on the growing anxiety that had been developing since coming to this island...that those that ruled didn't care about the people and only their own power.
Shaking his head Dalavash rubs a tan calloused hand through his black hair that is kept fairly short but still long enough that he could run his fingers through it and just grab a handful if he wanted. His face was clean shaven and displayed his symmetrical and handsome face that somehow balanced beauty and masculinity as his strong jawline saved his face from heading in the feminine direction. His build was athletic but obviously more inclined towards graceful movement rather than brute force and he moved with the confident ease of someone who had spent significant time training to control his body. His clothing was simple with a dark brown leather jacket, gray shirt, blue pants, and soft leather boots that matched his jacket.
Looking around he spotted what seemed to be an inn and began to head towards it in the hopes that they might have a room for him to stay in. Originally he had come here in the hopes of petitioning aid to the farmsteads he had come from as bandit raids and monster activity had increased of late and he had to admit that he was being overwhelmed by it. However looking at the execution and contemplating his earlier interactions with guards he felt that perhaps he might need to seek free agents.
From his vantage point at the entrance to the dark alley, a hulking grey-green lizard man carrying a gnarled staff watched the horrific proceedings indifferently. He crunches down on the other half of the rat he caught earlier. He turns back into the alley, snorts derisively, and mutters to seemingly no one:
The beings here treat death strangely... Scurrying about meaningless tasks... Purposeless killing and futile fretting over it... All so pointless in the face of what's coming... Surely some being here knows... Kouss must find them...
Kouss received an ill omen several years ago of a great evil rising up from the land and destroying the world. Intent on stamping it out before the threat grows too great, he has watched for signs and listened for whispers that could lead him to it but has found neither. Preferring solitude and viewing civilization as of little use, he has searched the wilds of much of the world with nothing to show for it. The "other" (the voice only he seems to hear), being the only one he's ever talked to who made sense, encouraged him to seek help from other beings. He eventually acquiesced and found the nearest village and began posing his strange questions. Each time it was the same: no one knew anything about the looming danger but they suggested he travel to the next town or city as they were closer to the capital and must know something... Eventually, his journey lead him here: Little Jasper, the capital of all civilization. This is Kouss' last hope. His burnt orange spine sail twitched slightly at the thought of talking to more beings. Having learned in his travels that taverns are frequently a good place to ask questions, he begins to look for one.
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Mis'tuv (Halfling Fathomless Warlock) - The Voyage of the Fallen Star
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Watching from the front of the crowd, as it was the only place he was able to see, a young halfling in scaled armor taps the mace head at his side uncomfortably. The executions had been quick, but he couldn’t quite get the image of the dragonborn out of his mind. A smaller physique and red scales and it would be his love Lorraine. The halfling looked nice enough, his clothing fine and neat, brown hair cut short to keep it out of the way, intelligent eyes peering at you from an understanding face. Shaking his head to clear it, Coryn focused on his quest to find the darkness and banish it as his god had instructed. Shivering at the thought of darkness, Coryn walks to a nearby inn to find a place to stay for the night.
A little cloaked figure, no bigger than a toddler, scurries through the crowd, wearing a cloak with the hood back. His dracconic features quite plane to see as he moved through the crowd. His scales are copper in color, and he has a floating disk he totes behind him, with all sorts of jumbled stuff on it, from a comb, a child's doll, several spoons, and all sorts of other random stuff. as he moves through the crowd his eyes are constantly moving, looking for anything someone might have forgotten about, and could become lost. It might be something they dropped, just put in their pocket, or even just dangling there from their belt. People often forget things so easily after all and he doesn't want anything to become lost...
The little figure wouldn't have paid all that much attention to the executions, since it did not affect him really at all. He has found the capital so full of lost things that he feels he will never find them all.
Slight of hand check... 21
The bulky Locathah watched from the crowd as the execution took place. Even though he was surrounded by others, they gave the strange fish person plenty of space. His smooth gray rubbery skin glistened as the rays of the sun reflected from it. The stocky creature moved with surprising grace, as though swimming through the crowd in order to get closer as the Prism disappeared. The smell of the sea followed the creature and his armor sloshed every so softly with every movement. Tiny hoses connected to what appeared to be water skins run to different sections of his black leather armor, seemingly keeping it moist at all times. Red light originating from inside his leather armor illuminates the face of the locathah, as well as his clawed and webbed hands. His large webbed feet slap the stone road as the seemingly countless vials or different colored liquids attached to his chest clank and rattle. "Well... perhaps I should reconsider my visit to Little Jasper... It does seem Ralph was right to warn me..." Phil would mutter to himself.
As Marril walked through the ally way she didn’t notice the presents off the lizard man that was there, she seemed to be preoccupied making sure she had remembered to cover her dragon mark. She thought she might head to the inn to see what was going on there
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan