OOC: I was looking at my Bard Spells and it seems that there is homebrew spells that i did not add. Any ideas?
Edit: I’ve finished my character, any comments regarding it?
((No Background?))
My background is entertainer
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Fire bolt- Shoot a streaking ball of fire towards a foe and deal a measly 1d10 fire damage. Use eldritch blast instead.
Fireball - Drawing magic from your inner reserves, you unleash a devastating nuke that explodes in a circle, hitting multiple enemies, and burning them to a crisp with a godly amount of 8d6 fire damage. Make your DM’s fights look like garbage. It’s also a nice way of TPK your entire party and have them triggered at you for the rest of the week.
Fire bolt- Shoot a streaking ball of fire towards a foe and deal a measly 1d10 fire damage. Use eldritch blast instead.
Fireball - Drawing magic from your inner reserves, you unleash a devastating nuke that explodes in a circle, hitting multiple enemies, and burning them to a crisp with a godly amount of 8d6 fire damage. Make your DM’s fights look like garbage. It’s also a nice way of TPK your entire party and have them triggered at you for the rest of the week.
OOC: Do i introduce my character or are they in the group?
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Fire bolt- Shoot a streaking ball of fire towards a foe and deal a measly 1d10 fire damage. Use eldritch blast instead.
Fireball - Drawing magic from your inner reserves, you unleash a devastating nuke that explodes in a circle, hitting multiple enemies, and burning them to a crisp with a godly amount of 8d6 fire damage. Make your DM’s fights look like garbage. It’s also a nice way of TPK your entire party and have them triggered at you for the rest of the week.
((Sorry, meant to post yesterday but it ended up being a really busy day))
Vanille strolled into Saballi by the time the sun had already set, her sense of time management clearly not the best. "I knew I should have asked for directions from that travelling merchant," she mutters under her breath. She looks around at the now quiet town and dishearteningly sighs, deciding that it might be best to take a room at the Snoring Wolf Inn for the night as there was no way she was going to find the client she came here to meet at such a late hour.
She makes her way towards the inn and steps inside, closing the door behind her. Vanille takes in the room and clutches her golden staff tightly with both hands. "How will I ever find the Dao fellow that I need to meet at this rate?" She grumbles a little too loudly before leaning back onto the door looking defeated.
Bo, sitting in the common area unable to sleep, notices the halfling enter the inn and mention Dao. Surmising that she is most likely another member of the group, she cautiously speaks up and asks "A-A-Are you here to meet Dao?"
“Yes sire,”the female halfling replies to the stranger in a graceful manner, “do you know him?” Her ears perk up like a rabbit.
She sits down at the nearest table and takes of her heavy backpack which seems to be taking a toll on her, as she glances around the room, seeing 11 6 other strangers.
Fire bolt- Shoot a streaking ball of fire towards a foe and deal a measly 1d10 fire damage. Use eldritch blast instead.
Fireball - Drawing magic from your inner reserves, you unleash a devastating nuke that explodes in a circle, hitting multiple enemies, and burning them to a crisp with a godly amount of 8d6 fire damage. Make your DM’s fights look like garbage. It’s also a nice way of TPK your entire party and have them triggered at you for the rest of the week.
“Yes sire,”the female halfling replies to the stranger in a graceful manner, “do you know him?” Her ears perk up like a rabbit.
She sits down at the nearest table and takes of her heavy backpack which seems to be taking a toll on her, as she glances around the room, seeing 11 other strangers.
((half of them are at the Tavern, while the other half are here))
“Yes sire,”the female halfling replies to the stranger in a graceful manner, “do you know him?” Her ears perk up like a rabbit.
She sits down at the nearest table and takes of her heavy backpack which seems to be taking a toll on her, as she glances around the room, seeing 11 6 other strangers.
((Bo is female. But with a warforged, its more about the personality than their looks :) Also, I didn't post this weekend because I didn't see where I would do so. Even now, I feel like I am just rambling a bit. Ah well.))
Once the group going to the tavern had left, Treenja would have returned to the common room. Again, he would be sitting in the corner. He has the package with him, yet unopened. He carefully studies all those going in and out of the room, analyzing their walk, who they talk to and so on.
The tabaxi seems a bit on edge. The discussion earlier still bothering him, he replays it through his mind, attempting to find where he went wrong. He thinks to himself that this group needs a leader. The dwarf took a firm lead, although he says that he is looking for a leader for each function, he is actually leading the group and doing it masterfully.
Alright, I shall follow your lead dwarf. I have much to learn about this world and its people. Right now, you are my best option for doing so. While watching the other patrons, Treenja ponders the outcome of the prior discussion and how he will improve moving forward.
"Y-Yes we've met him briefly earlier today. We were given an assignment to deliver some sort of package to a contact of his on the lower continent. We leave in the morning for Xi where we'll take a boat or ship over to the mainland." Looking around at whoever remained in the inn's common area, Bo continues "A few of us remained at the inn while some of the others went to the local tavern to relax before our voyage. I'm Bo by the way, and what might your names be?"
Ignus walks anxiously back to the inn, frustrated by the unknown and new questions arising. He enters to find that the party has grown once again.
"Greetings, all." He looks to the few that declined a trip to the tavern. "Trouble sleeping?"
He notices Vanille's staff and postures nervously for a moment. "Do you practice magic?" If Thoradin or Kellin are there, he will address them as well. "This may sound strange, but someone...or something...was trying to reach out to me earlier. I felt it skirting around my mind, but I never got a clear message. My arcane abilities are well-honed, but I must admit I have a long way to go. I was hopeful that with someone else's help - someone else with a gift - that I could establish a connection."
Treenja looks up to Ignus, "No trouble sleeping yet. Things are bothering me as well, just a bit more mundane then yours. Probably have no chance helping you with your problem, but if I can, let me know."
Treenja looks to Vanille, "So, you wish to make a deal with the beast as well eh? Fine, the offer is 1000 gold with half paid up front. The task is to simply take this package," Treenja places the package on the table. "Based on the fact there are now 12 people requested, there will likely be a great deal of trouble. Do you wish to join?"
"I-I'm probably not of much use to you either," adds Bo "But I do have a little bit of ability in that area and can h-help out too if needed." As she says this, she quietly summons a spectral hand next to her for a moment before letting it disappear.
Back at the tavern, Thoradin has now bought several rounds for his compatriots and says There be a dwarven tradition that be needed here. When ye be settin' out on a journey ye first send yer spirit on the journey first to clear the way o'bad luck. Now I be no bard but I can carry a tune alright fer a dwarf. He then begins to sing in a deep baritone.
As he sings he looks at the group assembled, each vastly different and yet all sharing a common yearning for something more. It may be they are looking for belonging, or vengeance, or something as simple as to stave away boredom, but a common feeling nonetheless. Finishing his song, which wasn't great but sung with enthusiasm, he turns to Quinn and says Perhaps a real singer can wash me voice from the people's ears? Care to regale us with a tune Quinn?
Back at the tavern, Thoradin has now bought several rounds for his compatriots and says There be a dwarven tradition that be needed here. When ye be settin' out on a journey ye first send yer spirit on the journey first to clear the way o'bad luck. Now I be no bard but I can carry a tune alright fer a dwarf. He then begins to sing in a deep baritone.
My background is entertainer
(( And your backstory? It's not "Required" but it is recommended to help guide your character to something great))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
Ignus tries to focus his arcane abilities into understanding what this strange feeling is...
Arcana: 18
DM - Above & Below
Something psionic is trying to contact you, but is struggling to set up a link to you...
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
Maybe the link is old? Try this one.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Qwerty_/characters/28435648
((You are good then, welcome to Age of The End))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
OOC: Do i introduce my character or are they in the group?
((Introduce them, you can do so by either going to the Tavern or the Inn... don't for get to read up to catch up on events))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
((Sorry, meant to post yesterday but it ended up being a really busy day))
Vanille strolled into Saballi by the time the sun had already set, her sense of time management clearly not the best. "I knew I should have asked for directions from that travelling merchant," she mutters under her breath. She looks around at the now quiet town and dishearteningly sighs, deciding that it might be best to take a room at the Snoring Wolf Inn for the night as there was no way she was going to find the client she came here to meet at such a late hour.
She makes her way towards the inn and steps inside, closing the door behind her. Vanille takes in the room and clutches her golden staff tightly with both hands. "How will I ever find the Dao fellow that I need to meet at this rate?" She grumbles a little too loudly before leaning back onto the door looking defeated.
Bo, sitting in the common area unable to sleep, notices the halfling enter the inn and mention Dao. Surmising that she is most likely another member of the group, she cautiously speaks up and asks "A-A-Are you here to meet Dao?"
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
“Yes sire,” the female halfling replies to the stranger in a graceful manner, “do you know him?” Her ears perk up like a rabbit.
She sits down at the nearest table and takes of her heavy backpack which seems to be taking a toll on her, as she glances around the room, seeing
116 other strangers.((half of them are at the Tavern, while the other half are here))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
((Bo is female. But with a warforged, its more about the personality than their looks :) Also, I didn't post this weekend because I didn't see where I would do so. Even now, I feel like I am just rambling a bit. Ah well.))
Once the group going to the tavern had left, Treenja would have returned to the common room. Again, he would be sitting in the corner. He has the package with him, yet unopened. He carefully studies all those going in and out of the room, analyzing their walk, who they talk to and so on.
The tabaxi seems a bit on edge. The discussion earlier still bothering him, he replays it through his mind, attempting to find where he went wrong. He thinks to himself that this group needs a leader. The dwarf took a firm lead, although he says that he is looking for a leader for each function, he is actually leading the group and doing it masterfully.
Alright, I shall follow your lead dwarf. I have much to learn about this world and its people. Right now, you are my best option for doing so. While watching the other patrons, Treenja ponders the outcome of the prior discussion and how he will improve moving forward.
"Y-Yes we've met him briefly earlier today. We were given an assignment to deliver some sort of package to a contact of his on the lower continent. We leave in the morning for Xi where we'll take a boat or ship over to the mainland." Looking around at whoever remained in the inn's common area, Bo continues "A few of us remained at the inn while some of the others went to the local tavern to relax before our voyage. I'm Bo by the way, and what might your names be?"
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Ignus walks anxiously back to the inn, frustrated by the unknown and new questions arising. He enters to find that the party has grown once again.
"Greetings, all." He looks to the few that declined a trip to the tavern. "Trouble sleeping?"
He notices Vanille's staff and postures nervously for a moment. "Do you practice magic?" If Thoradin or Kellin are there, he will address them as well. "This may sound strange, but someone...or something...was trying to reach out to me earlier. I felt it skirting around my mind, but I never got a clear message. My arcane abilities are well-honed, but I must admit I have a long way to go. I was hopeful that with someone else's help - someone else with a gift - that I could establish a connection."
DM - Above & Below
Treenja looks up to Ignus, "No trouble sleeping yet. Things are bothering me as well, just a bit more mundane then yours. Probably have no chance helping you with your problem, but if I can, let me know."
Treenja looks to Vanille, "So, you wish to make a deal with the beast as well eh? Fine, the offer is 1000 gold with half paid up front. The task is to simply take this package," Treenja places the package on the table. "Based on the fact there are now 12 people requested, there will likely be a great deal of trouble. Do you wish to join?"
"I-I'm probably not of much use to you either," adds Bo "But I do have a little bit of ability in that area and can h-help out too if needed." As she says this, she quietly summons a spectral hand next to her for a moment before letting it disappear.
((Got a free cantrip due to my perk))
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Back at the tavern, Thoradin has now bought several rounds for his compatriots and says There be a dwarven tradition that be needed here. When ye be settin' out on a journey ye first send yer spirit on the journey first to clear the way o'bad luck. Now I be no bard but I can carry a tune alright fer a dwarf. He then begins to sing in a deep baritone.
The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
As he sings he looks at the group assembled, each vastly different and yet all sharing a common yearning for something more. It may be they are looking for belonging, or vengeance, or something as simple as to stave away boredom, but a common feeling nonetheless. Finishing his song, which wasn't great but sung with enthusiasm, he turns to Quinn and says Perhaps a real singer can wash me voice from the people's ears? Care to regale us with a tune Quinn?
Make a performance check
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
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(HAHAHAHA, that's about what I'd expect from a Dwarf like this lol)