Okay people should know the drill on making characters. Level 1, 4d6 drop the lowest or if you roll bad or just want to, point buy or standard array. Ask me about homebrew or UA if you wanna, I love UA just like a warning. I'll try to get us started by Saturday. I'll update this once I am fully put together. Until then if people want to post characters here they can, or you can pm me stuff or ask in the server.
Tallulah steps in to the Yawning portal, cloak dripping from the storm blustering outside. The infamous tavern is abuzz with activity, countless parties of adventurers gather around ancient maps, mysterious hooded figures, or platters laden with ale. This is AMAZINGTallulah thinks to herself, beaming from ear to ear. Tallulah's warm, earthy toned skin is covered in patches of multi-colored opals that match her shimmering jewel-like eyes, which shimmer from behind bountiful brunette waves that tumble down around her shoulders. Over top her serviceable chainmail armor she wears the tabard of the Order of Aster’s knights, their sigil: a rose in front of a golden sun adorning the rose colored cotton with gold colored trim. An initiate's braided rope belt cinches the tabard close to her athletic frame. Her boots are caked in mud and well worn from the trip to Waterdeep, as is her travelling cloak, with multiple little patches sewn over countless tears and holes. At her side, a very worn and chipped woodsmen’s handaxe is attached to her belt by a leather loop, and on her back, a simple, round wooden shield with Lathander's insignia: the sunrise, is hooked onto a sling. Tallulah wanders around the busy Tavern floor until a brown haired bar maid runs into the stocky genasi girl. "Oi! Missy, please find a seat, I'll be right with you!" the fresh-faced paladin performs the stereotypically midwestern apology: "Ope! I'm so sorry, yes, please, let me help you.." the barmaid swats away her helping hand, "Think nothing of it miss! First time in the Portal?" Tallulah nods vigorously. Bonnie, as she introduces herself guides Tallulah over to a table before taking her order. Minutes later, a tray of food, laden with "One of Everything, Please! and uh...beer??", Bonnie smirks at the very hungry lady before rushing off to tend to the countless other patrons.
Tallulah FEASTS down on her food, having barely had an appetite on the long trip to Waterdeep, She'd never been to a big city before, and she could scarcely believe that SHE was admitted as an initiate to train at the magnificent Spires of the Morning, the crown jewel of the church of Lathander and the headquarter for the Knights of Aster, Lathander's chosen paladins, who defend the living against the vile darkness of evil! Tallulah giggles at the thought that she could protect towns like her own!
"Oh yes, it was quite exciting," the woman said airily, flipping a hand. "Nothing of a sort you haven't dealt with before though, I expect."
"True," the dragon replied. "But still, it has been long since I involved myself in the affairs of mortals. Tell me the story."
"Oh, some guard decided to challenge my identity. Claimed I wasn't who I said I was." The woman smirked. "More fool him. A bit of magic later, and he was extolling my virtues to the entire tavern."
"Hmm...I would have merely shown him my signet."
"A real noble would never deign to entertain such disrespectful doubt. Your draconic ways are showing again." The woman tapped long-nailed claws against the grass of the dream. Besides, if she'd shown him the signet, he might have noticed the flaws along the bottom of the seal. "Why do we always show up in the same clearing? You control the dream, don't you? Why not bring us to a cathedral, or a ballroom?" She laughed lightly."I do adore balls. So sparkling and delicate."
The dragon, curled around the edge of the clearing, snorted. "Very well, next dream, I will be an elf, and we can dance at a ball." His tongue flicked out. "Don't you have one of those...soon, anyway?"
The woman gave a delighted grin. "You remembered! And you got the timing right! You're almost like a real grandparent, just a few generations further back. Why yes, some excitable young lordling invited me to accompany him to tomorrow's ball." Her eyes sparkled. "And it's a masquerade. I do so adore masquerades. Everyone's always doubting whether my scales and horns are illusion for my costume or real."
The silver dragon let out a soft, amused snort. "I see you have fully inherited my kind's love of mischief."
"Oh, it's terribly fun to play with their expectations,"the woman agreed. Even his. She was playing a dangerous game with her ancestor, but it was good to keep an ancient silver dragon in your back pocket, just in case. Even if there was a mythal keeping him from coming to her aid at the moment. "But that's beside the point. Would you like to hear more of Waterdeep?"
And thus the dragon and the trickster chatted through the night, exchanging stories and quips, until the sun rose over Waterdeep.
"Vincent! Vincent!" A familiar voice shouts his name again and again. "Vincent! You need to get up! Go!" His eyes shot open, and he sees one of his soldiers hovering above him with a bloody lip and dirt caked across his face. "S-sir, we can't win this. Th-there's no way, b-but you can run. I-I've healed you enough, y-you can go--"
The older soldier gets up from his place on the dirt, shaking his head. "No... no... I can't--"
"Sir, please!" He pleads. "We knew what we were getting into. Please don't let our sacrifices be in vain! Y-You can go back, you can--" But before he could finish his sentence, the young soldier is crushed by a large hoof, and soon, Vincent is faced with a demon, staring straight at him, a wicked smile on its face.
Vincent shoots up from his bed in a sweat, trembling, his heart pounding in his ears, his breathing erratic. After a few minutes of trying to focus his breathing, he is able to mutter to himself, "Another nightmare." A scarred hand goes to wipe the sweat from his brow, his eyes soon scanning over to the window in the room. The soldier could tell it was just daybreak by the way the sun rays slowly flooded into the room, and it was reason enough for him to get up from the bed and dress for the day.
Our story begins in the Yawning Portal Tavern. The large room is filled with adventurers and patrons. The center is dominated by a large circular hole that descends deep into the Undermountain, the sprawling dungeon under Waterdeep. A small group of adventurers are currently being lowered down into the dungeon as we speak, a pulley system lowering them into the depths. Durnan is behind the bar mixing drinks and yelling at an especially rowdy patron. Meloon is sitting off to one side talking to a group of Grey Hands. Yagra slams her opponents arm to the table and bellows in triumph. Bonnie swings by your table smiling and asks, "So what can I get all of you?" You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
Many lifetimes ago on Toril I was born to a timid mother and an abusive father. Regularly tormented as a small child by the physical abuse he inflicted upon me, I learned to be deeply afraid. My mother and I ran away from home to escape his abuse. She abandoned me at a temple and I never saw her again. There, I never fit in, so I ran away. Socially and physically inept, I grew up on the streets hungry, poor, scared and frustrated. I learned how to survive and how to fight. One day I was beaten nearly to death by thugs in an alley, but the only one left standing was me. That was the day I was recruited by a secret military organization from Waterdeep who trained me professionally to be a deadly weapon and investigator. They taught me the discipline and the focus I needed - a way to contain my wild feral side. They were my home, and my family.
Old habits die hard - I grew up crooked and unscrupulous. I was a dirty cop. In addition to bringing in and eliminating high profile criminals and extraordinary threats, I bribed, extorted, and beat up the guilty, and the innocent. One night I attempted a mission that was way over my head and I got my work partner killed. I was dishonored and ejected from the company. That's when I became an embittered, sarcastic, and cranky adventurer - spending years travelling from place to place. It was during those years I started having terrible nightmares - my father haunting me from beyond the grave. Seeking a way to end the torment, I made a deal with Hell that lasted exactly two thousand years. It was that day I became their lapdog - forced to do their bidding in exchange for a clear, focused mind. As the decades became centuries, I grew weary.
That was my first life. Eventually, I died - killed by an Acheronian Prime.
Destiny had different plans for me, it seemed. Not even the dead stay dead, apparently. I awoke and traveled to a place called Eberron. I was no longer in the future, but back in the past. A new past. One where I had been given another chance. So, I took it. Eventually I found my way back home to Toril, to a city called Waterdeep. A place once very familiar. I had no idea what I would do when I got there.
It had been a very long time since I stepped through this door. When so long goes by, it's like trying to remember a dream when you wake up. It's all vague, and fuzzy - yet, somewhat familiar. Soon, it all comes back to you, though. And i'm glad - I needed work. So here I am. The Yawning Portal tavern. Yagra greeted me at the door like it was yesterday. I took a seat at a table with some others.
Who are these people? Three women and a man..I don't know them. It's busy tonight. Rowdy. I'm trying to fit in again like I was an adventurer only yesterday. It feels like yesterday that I was. Eberron was one thing, it was all new, exciting, unknown. But now i'm..home. It's all the same. Like I never left. I still don't understand any of it. But my stomach's growling and i'm thirsty. Stop thinking about the past. Haven't you suffered enough?
How do I know these people? They're looking at me, I can feel it. Alright. It's time to play. I should say something. Come on, where's that confidence? What's the matter. Nervous?
Physical: Cora is in her early thirties, reaching mid thirties. She wears tight leather armor covered by her greatcoat. On her right thigh are strapped to short swords that look military made, sheathed. Her hair is dark brown in a pony tail, she is tan, and her blue eyes are bright. She is a slender athletic woman, with corded muscle like an animal that was designed to run. While no barbarian in size, it is clear, however, she could handle herself athletically, and stand toe to toe in a close fight. She skin, which at the moment not much is showing, tells evidence of the occasional bump or bruise.
Welp, let's do this.
"Hi there."Cora turned to whoever was sitting next to her and offered a firm handshake. "I'm Cora. Cora Perkins. I haven't been in here in a while, it's good to see this place hustling and bustling."That's right. Small talk. Keep it cool and fresh. Confident. You've done this before. You're a natural. "Silly question time: do we know each other? I might be wrong, but we ARE sitting at the same table and just wanted to make sure."she snorted in a quick chuckle.
"Well you just introduced yourself to me, so it's safe to say that we do not know each other." Replied Drusilla, a redheaded woman in red robes that indicate she's received some sort of religious training. Her accent gives away that she's vaguely foreign. "My name is Drusilla. A pleasure to meet you, Cora."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Vincent didn't expect Meloon to send him a letter during the days he stayed in Daggerford. Truthfully, he didn't expect letters from anybody, but it looked to be as if Meloon wanted to meet up with him back in Waterdeep, at the tavern where they actually met for the first time. The two got along great, even did a job or two with one another before Vincent's eventual departure from the city, in which he offered Meloon his services had he ever needed them again. He had to assume this was what the letter had been about, a possible job of sorts, as surely he didn't want to simply meet and play catch up... right?
However when he walked into the tavern, he immediately spots Meloon, though surrounded by Grey Hands. He gives the man a curt wave, letting him know he had been there before going and making himself comfortable at one of the vacant tables about alone... which didn't last long considering a bunch of weirdos women sat there too. He wasn't a gruff about it though, merely giving them a crooked smile and a two fingered salute in greeting to them each as they sat down. When Bonnie makes her rounds, Vincent leans back in his seat a bit, saying, "Good to see you again, Bonnie! Haven't changed a bit have you? Lookin' as beautiful as ever. Just surprise me with whatever you got! I ain't picky."
The ex-soldier brings himself back forward when the barmaid departs, listening to two of the girls speak, chuckling a bit at the slight snark out of Drusilla. "Aye, we do not know each other,"He extends a gloved hand to them (and the others when they introduced themselves). "Vincent Vontell. A pleasure to meet you ladies." His hand rests back on the table when handshakes were done. "Now, what brings you all to Waterdeep? Live here? Lookin' for a job or some such?"
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Heishe gives Bonnie a smile. "My usual, fresh rumors and all," the dragonborn says with a wink. She sweeps a relaxed glance over her tablemates, glancing up as Cora comes over. "Why no, we don't know each other...yet. I'm Heishe." She inclines her head, pale grey eyes glittering.
Heishe is an unusual sight, even in Waterdeep. Not sporting the large frame and obvious scales of most of her kind, Heishe's draconic ancestry instead expresses itself in the scale patterns visible along her arms, shoulders, and face, the three horns arcing up from her forehead, and the sharp-tipped talons extending from her fingers, all forming a very unique and strange sight. She isn't wearing the dress, gloves, and mask that she dons at noble parties, instead she's in a dark grey tunic and pants, a matching cloak with a hood over her shoulders. Despite her more common clothes, she radiates poise and charisma, drawing the eye towards her, and only half because of her unusual appearance.
"Nice to meet you." Cora says to Vincent and Drusilla. She did a fast double take at Drusilla, barely perceptible - red hair with the accent. Then Heishe spoke. This one was different, that's for sure.
"Hm."Cora says to Heishe, "Are you a tiefling? No. Dragon? Now, I've known dragons, and tieflings, and i've known humans. And you..seem to be an unusual mix of either? Not in a bad way, just different."she admitted, looking you over curiously, as if she had never seen something like you before.
"Afternoon, Bonnie. I'll just have a glass of wine today. And I suppose that you could say that I'm here for work."It technically wasn't a lie, her life's work to fight the darkness wherever it was. Waterdeep wasn't special, the city surely had darkness of its own.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Heishe laughs. "I've got dragon blood, a few generations back," she confirms to Cora. "No infernal, at least as far as I know. Although it's hardly the first time I've been mistaken for a tiefling. My strange appearance is a bit of a mystery even to me, I certainly don't look like your typical dragonborn."
Tallulah smiles and listens as everyone introduces themselves, “my name is Tallulah, but my friends call me lu-lu!” The earth genasi woman stares at Heishe, considering activating her divine sense before realizing how rude that would be. “Bonnie! Could I have another Lu-Lu dinner special? I’m especially hungry tonight!”
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Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
"I see."Cora said to Heishe. "No, you certainly do not look like your typical dragonborn. But, I wouldn't say your appearance is strange, simply uncommon. Please to meet you."
She glanced over to "Lu Lu". "Wow, you have an appetite, that's for sure."Cora snorted, slightly amused.
She glanced over at Yagra an gave her a smile, who's bulging biceps were locked into working a win on another arm wrestle. For a moment, she debated losing to her, just for an opportunity to say hello and catch up with her. In another life, Cora and Chubby would drink with her, and by all means, she was nice to have around when push came to shove. She was a little rough around the edges, but she was physically impressive and nice enough to be with. Not to mention, she was a fun drinking partner.
Ah, Hells.
"Would you all excuse me for a moment?"Cora said, "I'll be right back."She slipped out of the booth, and walked up to Yagra with a mischievous look on her face.
"Wow."she said. "I can't believe my luck. Here I was looking for someone to armwrestle but you've got such skinny arms I don't know what's thinner: your floppy appendages, or the noodles I had for breakfast. I bet a newborn pixie from the elven forest can beat your ass at this table. This'll be an easy win."
Cora took off her greatcoat and rolled up her sleeves, slowly, just above her biceps - which were pretty impressive for a girl her size. "I'll go easy on you, ok?"she sat down in the chair opposite of her and plunked her elbow on the table, wiggling her fingers and boring a stare into her. "Say when.."
Okay people should know the drill on making characters. Level 1, 4d6 drop the lowest or if you roll bad or just want to, point buy or standard array. Ask me about homebrew or UA if you wanna, I love UA just like a warning. I'll try to get us started by Saturday. I'll update this once I am fully put together. Until then if people want to post characters here they can, or you can pm me stuff or ask in the server.
Hello, I'm newer to tag and posting conventions for D&D Beyond, but are you accepting applications currently?
I unfortunately already have a full party. I would look for the tag recruiting for campaigns that are looking for new players.
Prologue: Tallulah Opal, Initiate of Lathander
Tallulah steps in to the Yawning portal, cloak dripping from the storm blustering outside. The infamous tavern is abuzz with activity, countless parties of adventurers gather around ancient maps, mysterious hooded figures, or platters laden with ale. This is AMAZING Tallulah thinks to herself, beaming from ear to ear.
Tallulah's warm, earthy toned skin is covered in patches of multi-colored opals that match her shimmering jewel-like eyes, which shimmer from behind bountiful brunette waves that tumble down around her shoulders. Over top her serviceable chainmail armor she wears the tabard of the Order of Aster’s knights, their sigil: a rose in front of a golden sun adorning the rose colored cotton with gold colored trim. An initiate's braided rope belt cinches the tabard close to her athletic frame. Her boots are caked in mud and well worn from the trip to Waterdeep, as is her travelling cloak, with multiple little patches sewn over countless tears and holes. At her side, a very worn and chipped woodsmen’s handaxe is attached to her belt by a leather loop, and on her back, a simple, round wooden shield with Lathander's insignia: the sunrise, is hooked onto a sling.
Tallulah wanders around the busy Tavern floor until a brown haired bar maid runs into the stocky genasi girl. "Oi! Missy, please find a seat, I'll be right with you!" the fresh-faced paladin performs the stereotypically midwestern apology: "Ope! I'm so sorry, yes, please, let me help you.." the barmaid swats away her helping hand, "Think nothing of it miss! First time in the Portal?" Tallulah nods vigorously. Bonnie, as she introduces herself guides Tallulah over to a table before taking her order. Minutes later, a tray of food, laden with "One of Everything, Please! and uh...beer??", Bonnie smirks at the very hungry lady before rushing off to tend to the countless other patrons.
Tallulah FEASTS down on her food, having barely had an appetite on the long trip to Waterdeep, She'd never been to a big city before, and she could scarcely believe that SHE was admitted as an initiate to train at the magnificent Spires of the Morning, the crown jewel of the church of Lathander and the headquarter for the Knights of Aster, Lathander's chosen paladins, who defend the living against the vile darkness of evil! Tallulah giggles at the thought that she could protect towns like her own!
Prologue: Heishe
"Oh yes, it was quite exciting," the woman said airily, flipping a hand. "Nothing of a sort you haven't dealt with before though, I expect."
"True," the dragon replied. "But still, it has been long since I involved myself in the affairs of mortals. Tell me the story."
"Oh, some guard decided to challenge my identity. Claimed I wasn't who I said I was." The woman smirked. "More fool him. A bit of magic later, and he was extolling my virtues to the entire tavern."
"Hmm...I would have merely shown him my signet."
"A real noble would never deign to entertain such disrespectful doubt. Your draconic ways are showing again." The woman tapped long-nailed claws against the grass of the dream. Besides, if she'd shown him the signet, he might have noticed the flaws along the bottom of the seal. "Why do we always show up in the same clearing? You control the dream, don't you? Why not bring us to a cathedral, or a ballroom?" She laughed lightly. "I do adore balls. So sparkling and delicate."
The dragon, curled around the edge of the clearing, snorted. "Very well, next dream, I will be an elf, and we can dance at a ball." His tongue flicked out. "Don't you have one of those...soon, anyway?"
The woman gave a delighted grin. "You remembered! And you got the timing right! You're almost like a real grandparent, just a few generations further back. Why yes, some excitable young lordling invited me to accompany him to tomorrow's ball." Her eyes sparkled. "And it's a masquerade. I do so adore masquerades. Everyone's always doubting whether my scales and horns are illusion for my costume or real."
The silver dragon let out a soft, amused snort. "I see you have fully inherited my kind's love of mischief."
"Oh, it's terribly fun to play with their expectations," the woman agreed. Even his. She was playing a dangerous game with her ancestor, but it was good to keep an ancient silver dragon in your back pocket, just in case. Even if there was a mythal keeping him from coming to her aid at the moment. "But that's beside the point. Would you like to hear more of Waterdeep?"
And thus the dragon and the trickster chatted through the night, exchanging stories and quips, until the sun rose over Waterdeep.
Prologue: Vincent
"Vincent! Vincent!" A familiar voice shouts his name again and again. "Vincent! You need to get up! Go!" His eyes shot open, and he sees one of his soldiers hovering above him with a bloody lip and dirt caked across his face. "S-sir, we can't win this. Th-there's no way, b-but you can run. I-I've healed you enough, y-you can go--"
The older soldier gets up from his place on the dirt, shaking his head. "No... no... I can't--"
"Sir, please!" He pleads. "We knew what we were getting into. Please don't let our sacrifices be in vain! Y-You can go back, you can--" But before he could finish his sentence, the young soldier is crushed by a large hoof, and soon, Vincent is faced with a demon, staring straight at him, a wicked smile on its face.
Vincent shoots up from his bed in a sweat, trembling, his heart pounding in his ears, his breathing erratic. After a few minutes of trying to focus his breathing, he is able to mutter to himself, "Another nightmare." A scarred hand goes to wipe the sweat from his brow, his eyes soon scanning over to the window in the room. The soldier could tell it was just daybreak by the way the sun rays slowly flooded into the room, and it was reason enough for him to get up from the bed and dress for the day.
He had a long journey ahead.
Holding in case of Cora prologue
Our story begins in the Yawning Portal Tavern. The large room is filled with adventurers and patrons. The center is dominated by a large circular hole that descends deep into the Undermountain, the sprawling dungeon under Waterdeep. A small group of adventurers are currently being lowered down into the dungeon as we speak, a pulley system lowering them into the depths. Durnan is behind the bar mixing drinks and yelling at an especially rowdy patron. Meloon is sitting off to one side talking to a group of Grey Hands. Yagra slams her opponents arm to the table and bellows in triumph. Bonnie swings by your table smiling and asks, "So what can I get all of you?" You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
PROLOGUE: CORA PERKINS
My name is Cora Perkins.
Many lifetimes ago on Toril I was born to a timid mother and an abusive father. Regularly tormented as a small child by the physical abuse he inflicted upon me, I learned to be deeply afraid. My mother and I ran away from home to escape his abuse. She abandoned me at a temple and I never saw her again. There, I never fit in, so I ran away. Socially and physically inept, I grew up on the streets hungry, poor, scared and frustrated. I learned how to survive and how to fight. One day I was beaten nearly to death by thugs in an alley, but the only one left standing was me. That was the day I was recruited by a secret military organization from Waterdeep who trained me professionally to be a deadly weapon and investigator. They taught me the discipline and the focus I needed - a way to contain my wild feral side. They were my home, and my family.
Old habits die hard - I grew up crooked and unscrupulous. I was a dirty cop. In addition to bringing in and eliminating high profile criminals and extraordinary threats, I bribed, extorted, and beat up the guilty, and the innocent. One night I attempted a mission that was way over my head and I got my work partner killed. I was dishonored and ejected from the company. That's when I became an embittered, sarcastic, and cranky adventurer - spending years travelling from place to place. It was during those years I started having terrible nightmares - my father haunting me from beyond the grave. Seeking a way to end the torment, I made a deal with Hell that lasted exactly two thousand years. It was that day I became their lapdog - forced to do their bidding in exchange for a clear, focused mind. As the decades became centuries, I grew weary.
That was my first life. Eventually, I died - killed by an Acheronian Prime.
Destiny had different plans for me, it seemed. Not even the dead stay dead, apparently. I awoke and traveled to a place called Eberron. I was no longer in the future, but back in the past. A new past. One where I had been given another chance. So, I took it. Eventually I found my way back home to Toril, to a city called Waterdeep. A place once very familiar. I had no idea what I would do when I got there.
But, I would think of something.
TODAY
It had been a very long time since I stepped through this door. When so long goes by, it's like trying to remember a dream when you wake up. It's all vague, and fuzzy - yet, somewhat familiar. Soon, it all comes back to you, though. And i'm glad - I needed work. So here I am. The Yawning Portal tavern. Yagra greeted me at the door like it was yesterday. I took a seat at a table with some others.
Who are these people? Three women and a man..I don't know them. It's busy tonight. Rowdy. I'm trying to fit in again like I was an adventurer only yesterday. It feels like yesterday that I was. Eberron was one thing, it was all new, exciting, unknown. But now i'm..home. It's all the same. Like I never left. I still don't understand any of it. But my stomach's growling and i'm thirsty. Stop thinking about the past. Haven't you suffered enough?
How do I know these people? They're looking at me, I can feel it. Alright. It's time to play. I should say something. Come on, where's that confidence? What's the matter. Nervous?
"Ale." Cora said. "Anything decently strong. Thanks, Bonnie." she said.
Physical: Cora is in her early thirties, reaching mid thirties. She wears tight leather armor covered by her greatcoat. On her right thigh are strapped to short swords that look military made, sheathed. Her hair is dark brown in a pony tail, she is tan, and her blue eyes are bright. She is a slender athletic woman, with corded muscle like an animal that was designed to run. While no barbarian in size, it is clear, however, she could handle herself athletically, and stand toe to toe in a close fight. She skin, which at the moment not much is showing, tells evidence of the occasional bump or bruise.
Welp, let's do this.
"Hi there." Cora turned to whoever was sitting next to her and offered a firm handshake. "I'm Cora. Cora Perkins. I haven't been in here in a while, it's good to see this place hustling and bustling." That's right. Small talk. Keep it cool and fresh. Confident. You've done this before. You're a natural. "Silly question time: do we know each other? I might be wrong, but we ARE sitting at the same table and just wanted to make sure." she snorted in a quick chuckle.
"Well you just introduced yourself to me, so it's safe to say that we do not know each other." Replied Drusilla, a redheaded woman in red robes that indicate she's received some sort of religious training. Her accent gives away that she's vaguely foreign. "My name is Drusilla. A pleasure to meet you, Cora."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Vincent didn't expect Meloon to send him a letter during the days he stayed in Daggerford. Truthfully, he didn't expect letters from anybody, but it looked to be as if Meloon wanted to meet up with him back in Waterdeep, at the tavern where they actually met for the first time. The two got along great, even did a job or two with one another before Vincent's eventual departure from the city, in which he offered Meloon his services had he ever needed them again. He had to assume this was what the letter had been about, a possible job of sorts, as surely he didn't want to simply meet and play catch up... right?
However when he walked into the tavern, he immediately spots Meloon, though surrounded by Grey Hands. He gives the man a curt wave, letting him know he had been there before going and making himself comfortable at one of the vacant tables about alone... which didn't last long considering a bunch of
weirdoswomen sat there too. He wasn't a gruff about it though, merely giving them a crooked smile and a two fingered salute in greeting to them each as they sat down. When Bonnie makes her rounds, Vincent leans back in his seat a bit, saying, "Good to see you again, Bonnie! Haven't changed a bit have you? Lookin' as beautiful as ever. Just surprise me with whatever you got! I ain't picky."The ex-soldier brings himself back forward when the barmaid departs, listening to two of the girls speak, chuckling a bit at the slight snark out of Drusilla. "Aye, we do not know each other," He extends a gloved hand to them (and the others when they introduced themselves). "Vincent Vontell. A pleasure to meet you ladies." His hand rests back on the table when handshakes were done. "Now, what brings you all to Waterdeep? Live here? Lookin' for a job or some such?"
Picture ref of man (because im poopoo at descriptions):
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Heishe gives Bonnie a smile. "My usual, fresh rumors and all," the dragonborn says with a wink. She sweeps a relaxed glance over her tablemates, glancing up as Cora comes over. "Why no, we don't know each other...yet. I'm Heishe." She inclines her head, pale grey eyes glittering.
Heishe is an unusual sight, even in Waterdeep. Not sporting the large frame and obvious scales of most of her kind, Heishe's draconic ancestry instead expresses itself in the scale patterns visible along her arms, shoulders, and face, the three horns arcing up from her forehead, and the sharp-tipped talons extending from her fingers, all forming a very unique and strange sight. She isn't wearing the dress, gloves, and mask that she dons at noble parties, instead she's in a dark grey tunic and pants, a matching cloak with a hood over her shoulders. Despite her more common clothes, she radiates poise and charisma, drawing the eye towards her, and only half because of her unusual appearance.
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Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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"Nice to meet you." Cora says to Vincent and Drusilla. She did a fast double take at Drusilla, barely perceptible - red hair with the accent. Then Heishe spoke. This one was different, that's for sure.
"Hm." Cora says to Heishe, "Are you a tiefling? No. Dragon? Now, I've known dragons, and tieflings, and i've known humans. And you..seem to be an unusual mix of either? Not in a bad way, just different." she admitted, looking you over curiously, as if she had never seen something like you before.
"Afternoon, Bonnie. I'll just have a glass of wine today. And I suppose that you could say that I'm here for work." It technically wasn't a lie, her life's work to fight the darkness wherever it was. Waterdeep wasn't special, the city surely had darkness of its own.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Heishe laughs. "I've got dragon blood, a few generations back," she confirms to Cora. "No infernal, at least as far as I know. Although it's hardly the first time I've been mistaken for a tiefling. My strange appearance is a bit of a mystery even to me, I certainly don't look like your typical dragonborn."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Tallulah smiles and listens as everyone introduces themselves, “my name is Tallulah, but my friends call me lu-lu!” The earth genasi woman stares at Heishe, considering activating her divine sense before realizing how rude that would be. “Bonnie! Could I have another Lu-Lu dinner special? I’m especially hungry tonight!”
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
"A pleasure to meet you Lu-Lu. What is the Lu-Lu dinner special?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Lu-Lu smiles broadly, her multi colored eyes twinkling in the light, “One of everything!”
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
"I see." Cora said to Heishe. "No, you certainly do not look like your typical dragonborn. But, I wouldn't say your appearance is strange, simply uncommon. Please to meet you."
She glanced over to "Lu Lu". "Wow, you have an appetite, that's for sure." Cora snorted, slightly amused.
She glanced over at Yagra an gave her a smile, who's bulging biceps were locked into working a win on another arm wrestle. For a moment, she debated losing to her, just for an opportunity to say hello and catch up with her. In another life, Cora and Chubby would drink with her, and by all means, she was nice to have around when push came to shove. She was a little rough around the edges, but she was physically impressive and nice enough to be with. Not to mention, she was a fun drinking partner.
Ah, Hells.
"Would you all excuse me for a moment?" Cora said, "I'll be right back." She slipped out of the booth, and walked up to Yagra with a mischievous look on her face.
"Wow." she said. "I can't believe my luck. Here I was looking for someone to armwrestle but you've got such skinny arms I don't know what's thinner: your floppy appendages, or the noodles I had for breakfast. I bet a newborn pixie from the elven forest can beat your ass at this table. This'll be an easy win."
Cora took off her greatcoat and rolled up her sleeves, slowly, just above her biceps - which were pretty impressive for a girl her size. "I'll go easy on you, ok?" she sat down in the chair opposite of her and plunked her elbow on the table, wiggling her fingers and boring a stare into her. "Say when.."