Players must be age 13+ according to the front of the book. By applying to, and playing in this scenario you are also professing you are at least 13 years old. Sorry, 12-year-olds.
You can use the Big Kid words, but they must be censored in some or all parts, not so much to protect the kids so much as nod to the show (and the module’s) content. No slurs whatsoever (check section 2e in the guidelines).
Understand the DM will not lie to you, but sarcasm can be hard to distinguish over text and that may or may not be taken advantage of during the scenario.
If you join you must post at least once in 72 hours. After that your character will be piloted by the DM. If no notice of absence is given beforehand and you cannot be reached within 24 hours, you will be replaced by someone on the waitlist. If you wish to rejoin after the fact, you will be placed at the bottom of the waitlist.
Feel free to disrespect other characters IC but respect each other OOC.
If you’re going to roll a skill or attack roll, just do so. Make sure you’ve got your modifiers and sh*t right. If you f*ck it up, too bad. Or edit the post with a new, correct roll. Do not edit the incorrect roll or you will be called a dirty, rotten cheater. If you need a different check, I’ll let you know. Player’s Handbook is your best friend. I will make a post with your check results.
Only post once before the DM does… unless you’re bickering in character or exchanging info OOC. Ya love to see it. Maybe the better rule is to say you can only make checks/saves/attacks in ONE post before the DM posts.
Except for when we’re in combat. Limit your sh*t-talk to what could feasibly be 6 seconds IRL. Do I need to put a limit on this? Ok. House rule it’s Twatter rules (250 characters).
We will work off the rulebooks for the most part but feel free to try some weird sh*t if you think your character would go for it. Remember Improvised Weapons are 1d20+STR+Proff (unless you can reason otherwise) and the damage is 1d4 (again, unless you can reason otherwise).
Progress happens intermittently when combat isn’t happening, but in combat only progresses when all characters before the enemies’ turn have posted.
Initiative: DM will ask for initiative rolls but you can post what you will do in the same post you roll initiative. You may only edit your post to have your actions reflect someone with a higher initiative than you.
EXAMPLES: Character A has initiative 24, you have 15, and Character B has 4
Good: Character A posted after you, killing an enemy you originally were targeting. You edit your post to target another enemy instead. Or pick your nose. Whatever.
No: Character B posted after you that they are going to Fireball an area with you in it. You edit your post to say you used your turn to run out of that area, thus sparing you the DEX save. If someone actually does this, please make your DEX save a separate post and may the odds ever be in your favor.
No: Character B finds some door or other great knowledge. They do or don’t shout this out to the party. You edit your post to reflect that before the next round begins.
No metagaming. Metagaming is the act of using knowledge your character would not feasibly know and acting on it. For example, if one of your party members rolls high enough to know a NPC is lying but your character rolled below that, you cannot have your character automatically distrust that NPC. You must play it out as your check dictates UNTIL the party member gives you that info or new things happen to make you suspect the NPC.
PVP: If you’re doing some sneaky BS please send me a DM. That being said, it’s obviously allowed. This includes secret Insight checks too.
OOC: Feel free to chatter so long as you aren’t clogging up the thread. I don’t want to come back to 2-5 pages of OOC chatter. Talk only about the game itself, not your favorite Pokemon or what you’re watching while you’re stuck in your house. Make sure to OOC chat in a discernible way (marking it ‘OOC’ or using brackets). Let’s say 10 posts of pure OOC comments is the limit between DM posts if they’re not attached to a significant character action. Don’t abuse this, a**holes.
DYING: If you f*ck up super bad, are too stupid to live, or an enemy is so strong that your character bites it, the DM will talk to you about what you would like to do. For the most part, if you’re a consistent player (i.e. I’m not hounding you every 3 days to post) you will probably get to re-roll a character or get revived somehow.
This game is for fun and for humor in these troubling times. Please let’s not get too attached to our characters or take ourselves too seriously OOC. IC you can take yourself as seriously as you like and it’s probably funnier because this dungeon is Rickdickulous. This is not the game to be the best like no one ever was. That being said, if you have questions or concerns, the DM is here to hear them and my private messages are always open.
You're an adventurer. Or maybe you're even a group of adventurers. Whatever.
Why are you here? No one cares. Don't tell me your backstory. We're here to kick a** and find treasure. That's your motivation. Now get ready to roll!
In front ofyou is a dark staircase. Its mysterious shadows beckon you to enter. And by "beckon," I mean you need to go down the stairs, or there's not a hell of a lot of purpose for us all sitting around our computers or phones, is there?
(( OOC: Please introduce your characters. Looks, a general impression, and maybe a solid zinger will do! ))
Rhodes looks apprehensively at the dark staircase, then notices he’s the only one here. Feeling curious he takes a step towards the stairs and peers down using his dark vision to discern what he may, intending fully on waiting for more to show up before committing.
(OOC: Rhodes is a disheveled halfelf in wrinkled dress who looks like he woke up still half inebriated from a Batchelor party gone bad. Tallish and slim, Rhodes’ dark unkempt hair reminds you of science experiment gone terribly wrong. Though worse for ware, there is an energy in his eyes that makes you think of a coiled spring ready to strike)
A tan skinned satyr stands at the stairs. His horns sweeping back, almost as if he had slicked them back with his brownish red hair. His hair to short to pull into any kind of tie, but long enough to be in the way. He is wearing a mismatched pieced together set of leather armor. From his belt hangs a rapier and a hand axe. He speaks up, his voice is a little higher pitched but sounds really close to Gilbert Gottfried. He speaks up and says "Hi is someone there!?"
Torra follows up behind Rhodes and peers over his shoulder. "Hmm... dark," she says quietly to herself. She peered at Rhodes and thought about touching his shirt to cast light but... he was just too dirty. She couldn't bare the thought of place a hand anywhere near him. "Um... child, be a dear and go see what's down there," Torra said as she faced him. She stood with one hand on her hip and the other gesturing down the dark stairwell. She cut a stunning figure with deep blue eyes, long black hair and a stylish travel dress of cream and with deep blue trim.
Rhodes sees that the staircase continues down about ten feet before the overhanging ceiling of this diagonal shaft it belongs to cuts off his view. He could probably see a bit further down the stairs if he got onto his belly or something... or he could just nut up and start heading down. Perhaps as he's contemplating this, the shrill voice of Zhox blasts by him. And since it's such a delightful, loud sound, of course the staircase offers it right back in the form of an echo that steadily, blessedly fades after only two or three repeats.
It's not hard to guess from this that it goes down a ways.
Hewen is male human, in about his 50s. he is sitting in a wheelchair, as his legs are amputated below the knees. He has grey/brown hair and beard, the latter reaching his belly.
He pulls a pebble out of a pocked, enchants it to cast light (5ft range) and throws it down the staircase, to figure out how far down it goes.
As Gruk Dasgor finally reaches the stairs after oversleeping, he looks and sees the other party members. Gruk seems like a guy you can trust with your life, that is if you need strength to save your life but with anything else you should probably look at another team member. Gruk has short, disheveled hair because, well he overslept. Gruk is wearing a brown tunic and brown shorts, and a tan backpack, nothing else. As he arrives he says Hi to his new group,
Well, with a -1 modifier on that Strength score, gravity is mostly doing the work for Hewen. The pebble bounces a good 30 feet down the stairs with a pleasing plinking sound before coming to rest on some sort of landing. To Rhodes looks like the stairs curve around a wall before continuing down. The shining pebble rests contently, unharmed by the descent by anything resembling a trap, waiting.
This is the scene Gruk comes upon, some cautious adventurers watching a pebble of light go down some stairs. In other words, he hasn't missed much.
"If a lighted pebbles falls down the stairs and no one is there to see it... Is the pebble really alight?" Torra asks. She touches Grusks shirt and sets it alight. "Ponder that while you walk down the steps please." She then crosses her arms rather smugly.
Gruk, if you are willing to have a strange woman put her hand on your chest, your tunic glows as if it were spun from fragments of light rather than burlap or wool. If, however, you would instinctively dodge such a forward maneuver, you may make a DEX SAVE (DC 13) to avoid this.
Rhodes attempts to move stealthily down the stairs. Unfortunately, he picks an angle that would make him look like a hulking shadow-monster towards anyone looking up the stairs thanks to the way the light radiates. Either he chases away any such people or there never was anyone to begin with because there's nothing to see as he reaches the landing except for more stairs going downward beyond the range of his darkvision.
Everyone else witnesses something much more weightier than a pebble make its way down the stairs without any harm coming to it. Them. Rhodes is fine.
Crondar stretches....flexing his muscles...He wears nothing except a loincloth and his muscles glisten, it appearing that he has been applying some oil and is slightly late....
"Do not worry, Crondar is here little ones" As he pears down the stairs following the other members of the party.
Well, can someone carry me down? either that or it will take an eternity for me to get down or it will make a whole lot of noise. says Hewen with a voice a bit sqeaky, a bit like you'd expect from the crazy-scientist type
Crondar leans down next to Hewen, "Hah, jump on my back weak one. My mighty strength will carry you and your stuffs down as effortlessly as a feather." He glances at Hewen's skinny arms. "Do you even lift dude?"
Torra will calmly follow from behind. Her eyes would dart about searching for trouble and would renew the light spell as needed. "I think it's time to move forwards. If not, did anyone bring a snack to eat here on the steps."
RULES
PLAY DYNAMICS
How to Roll in DDB:
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EXAMPLES: Character A has initiative 24, you have 15, and Character B has 4
Good: Character A posted after you, killing an enemy you originally were targeting. You edit your post to target another enemy instead. Or pick your nose. Whatever.
No: Character B posted after you that they are going to Fireball an area with you in it. You edit your post to say you used your turn to run out of that area, thus sparing you the DEX save. If someone actually does this, please make your DEX save a separate post and may the odds ever be in your favor.
No: Character B finds some door or other great knowledge. They do or don’t shout this out to the party. You edit your post to reflect that before the next round begins.
We’ve got a waitlist if you’re curious and wanting to bet one of these nerds will idle out at some point:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/70020-big-rick-energy
CURRENT PLAYERS
Don't Worry About It
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Told ya.
(( OOC: Please introduce your characters. Looks, a general impression, and maybe a solid zinger will do! ))
Rhodes looks apprehensively at the dark staircase, then notices he’s the only one here. Feeling curious he takes a step towards the stairs and peers down using his dark vision to discern what he may, intending fully on waiting for more to show up before committing.
(OOC: Rhodes is a disheveled halfelf in wrinkled dress who looks like he woke up still half inebriated from a Batchelor party gone bad. Tallish and slim, Rhodes’ dark unkempt hair reminds you of science experiment gone terribly wrong. Though worse for ware, there is an energy in his eyes that makes you think of a coiled spring ready to strike)
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
A tan skinned satyr stands at the stairs. His horns sweeping back, almost as if he had slicked them back with his brownish red hair. His hair to short to pull into any kind of tie, but long enough to be in the way. He is wearing a mismatched pieced together set of leather armor. From his belt hangs a rapier and a hand axe. He speaks up, his voice is a little higher pitched but sounds really close to Gilbert Gottfried. He speaks up and says "Hi is someone there!?"
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Torra follows up behind Rhodes and peers over his shoulder. "Hmm... dark," she says quietly to herself. She peered at Rhodes and thought about touching his shirt to cast light but... he was just too dirty. She couldn't bare the thought of place a hand anywhere near him. "Um... child, be a dear and go see what's down there," Torra said as she faced him. She stood with one hand on her hip and the other gesturing down the dark stairwell. She cut a stunning figure with deep blue eyes, long black hair and a stylish travel dress of cream and with deep blue trim.
Rhodes sees that the staircase continues down about ten feet before the overhanging ceiling of this diagonal shaft it belongs to cuts off his view. He could probably see a bit further down the stairs if he got onto his belly or something... or he could just nut up and start heading down. Perhaps as he's contemplating this, the shrill voice of Zhox blasts by him. And since it's such a delightful, loud sound, of course the staircase offers it right back in the form of an echo that steadily, blessedly fades after only two or three repeats.
It's not hard to guess from this that it goes down a ways.
Hewen is male human, in about his 50s. he is sitting in a wheelchair, as his legs are amputated below the knees. He has grey/brown hair and beard, the latter reaching his belly.
He pulls a pebble out of a pocked, enchants it to cast light (5ft range) and throws it down the staircase, to figure out how far down it goes.
Rhodes smiles amusingly at Torra, then crouches down to get a better view of the pebble's trajectory as it tumbles down the stairs below.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
As Gruk Dasgor finally reaches the stairs after oversleeping, he looks and sees the other party members. Gruk seems like a guy you can trust with your life, that is if you need strength to save your life but with anything else you should probably look at another team member. Gruk has short, disheveled hair because, well he overslept. Gruk is wearing a brown tunic and brown shorts, and a tan backpack, nothing else. As he arrives he says Hi to his new group,
Well, with a -1 modifier on that Strength score, gravity is mostly doing the work for Hewen. The pebble bounces a good 30 feet down the stairs with a pleasing plinking sound before coming to rest on some sort of landing. To Rhodes looks like the stairs curve around a wall before continuing down. The shining pebble rests contently, unharmed by the descent by anything resembling a trap, waiting.
This is the scene Gruk comes upon, some cautious adventurers watching a pebble of light go down some stairs. In other words, he hasn't missed much.
"If a lighted pebbles falls down the stairs and no one is there to see it... Is the pebble really alight?" Torra asks. She touches Grusks shirt and sets it alight. "Ponder that while you walk down the steps please." She then crosses her arms rather smugly.
In order to get the pebble rolling here so to speak Rhodes decides to move stealthily down the stairs far enough to peer around the wall.
stealth check:4
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Gruk, if you are willing to have a strange woman put her hand on your chest, your tunic glows as if it were spun from fragments of light rather than burlap or wool. If, however, you would instinctively dodge such a forward maneuver, you may make a DEX SAVE (DC 13) to avoid this.
Rhodes attempts to move stealthily down the stairs. Unfortunately, he picks an angle that would make him look like a hulking shadow-monster towards anyone looking up the stairs thanks to the way the light radiates. Either he chases away any such people or there never was anyone to begin with because there's nothing to see as he reaches the landing except for more stairs going downward beyond the range of his darkvision.
Everyone else witnesses something much more weightier than a pebble make its way down the stairs without any harm coming to it. Them. Rhodes is fine.
Crondar stretches....flexing his muscles...He wears nothing except a loincloth and his muscles glisten, it appearing that he has been applying some oil and is slightly late....
"Do not worry, Crondar is here little ones" As he pears down the stairs following the other members of the party.
Well, can someone carry me down? either that or it will take an eternity for me to get down or it will make a whole lot of noise. says Hewen with a voice a bit sqeaky, a bit like you'd expect from the crazy-scientist type
Crondar leans down next to Hewen, "Hah, jump on my back weak one. My mighty strength will carry you and your stuffs down as effortlessly as a feather." He glances at Hewen's skinny arms. "Do you even lift dude?"
Torra will calmly follow from behind. Her eyes would dart about searching for trouble and would renew the light spell as needed. "I think it's time to move forwards. If not, did anyone bring a snack to eat here on the steps."
"OK, good let's move down the stairs." Zhox screeches.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
I move down the steps carefully checking for traps, just in case the pebble was too light (unintentional pun) to trigger any traps.
perception roll 18
(no I don’t mind a stranger touching my shirt, so it glows)