Players have been chosen! Sorry to those who were not chosen. All the applications were great, but there were still only so many spots available. Here's the roster:
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(The game will start here)
You all sit in the Golden Dwarf Tavern. The building is made of wood with a stone foundation. The main room is 120 feet by 120 feet, giving it plenty of space that has been cluttered with countless tables and chairs. A staircase to the west leads up to a second floor, and eventually a third. These two floors are dedicated to rooms for rent, and they aren't exactly cheap. Several doors line the walls of the main room, leading to smaller rooms like store rooms, staff sleeping quarters, and the like. A bar stands on the south wall, nearly 80 feet in length. A single bartender rushes about behind it, serving all kinds of ales, wines, and other liquors. An open fireplace stands in the center of the room, and several torches line the walls and posts, filling the room with a warm, inviting bright light. From what you can tell, 62 patrons are inside currently. They appear to be all kinds of races, Lizardfolk, Tabaxi, Goliath, Satyr, and of course some Humans, Dwarves, and Elves.
All players, please introduce your character with what the are doing currently and their general description.
A grey-skinned tiefling sits at a table near the door, her back to the wall. She's dressed in sleeveless leather armor, a gold-trimmed, blue bandanna around her neck. As she leans over the table, her tongue sticking out of her mouth just slightly, her long black braid falls over her left shoulder. She appears to be concentrating rather hard on building some sort of structure out of the leftover potatoes on the plates sitting before her, mismatched eyes narrowed as she studies it, carefully sculpting with her eating utensils. She doesn't seem to be paying any attention to her surroundings, though if one were to look closer, they would see the line of tension in her shoulders and the uneasy way in which her tail twitches where it curls around the stool she's sitting on. Just slightly to her right, there's a dagger stabbed into the table, the wood splintered as though someone had been digging it in there. To her left, a tankard of ale that has gone untouched sits, discarded.
a charismatic looking human sitting in the corner of the room. he has silky blond hair and is wearing a pink shirt. he has a bottle of beer and seems to be drinking out of it in small sips, as if he has never drunk beer. he is reading a picture book.... and seems to be having some difficulties in not reading but understanding what the book is about. although he is an adult he is acting like a child. he is looking around every so often and making sure nobody is looking at him. he gets up and walks over to the counter, puts a half filled bottle on the counter, and walks back to his table.
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Stealth: 8
A Halfling man slinks around the tavern scooping up and downing any discarded alcohol. He wears simple brown clothing, a backpack, a walking stick across his back and a bodhran at his hip. Any time someone catches him taking a drink he slips back into the crowd with a chuckle.
Sometime before the sun had set, an elf with heterochromia eyes had wandered into the tavern. He looked obviously out of place at a glance. His skin is a tanned bronze and his clothes are made of rough cloth and stained in simple colors with tribal patterns of birds and clouds. He wears boots and pants made from hide, on his back is a large traveler's pack. He doesn't seem to have a purpose and has switched seats five times since coming in, currently milling about aimlessly with a cheap beer in his hand. He may have even bumped into the halfling once or twice, apologizing as he was not used to looking down.
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Nip calls from a corner table that he has made into a stage. "Let's liven things you in here shall we!"
He begins playing a rousing beat on his bodhran and belts out a pub song.
"WELL it's here I be stand before you AND we're here because we're here... AND I'm only twelve months older THAN I was this time last yearaiyah, wit mi tu raiyah, wit mi tu raiyooraiyay, ride along wit mi tu raiyah wit to raiyooraiyay."
A tall and imposing human man walks through the doors into the tavern. He pauses just inside the door and removes the hood of his cloak revealing a bald head, large black beard and a face that looks like it is well suited to a permanent scowl. Deep set, intense blue eyes peer out over a hawkish nose, scanning the room, many looking the other way as he looks in their direction.
Hearing the music he nods respectfully in the direction of the halfling playing the drum thinking that such fine music is not often heard in the establishment.
Heading to the bar- "Whiskey" he says in a low voice that still somehow gets the attention of the bartender. "And one for the halfling"
Sitting alone at the bar eating a simple meal is a rather unassuming man with a neatly trimmed beard and shoulder length hair colored brown, hints of grey showing on his temples. He wears a well-worn, though well maintained, set of chain mail with the rest of his belongings - including a large morningstar and shield with an emblem long faded - neatly organized on the seat next to him. Though pleasant, amiable and polite when approached, he for the most part keeps to himself and his shoulders seem to be weighed down by more than just the armor he wears.
A cougar Tabaxi and her tinker's toolset occupy a table off to one side near the bar. Her gray-green eyes watch the singing halfling with interest and her tail taps the chair legs in time with the music; but having bartered her services repairing some broken taps in exchange for a modest supper and a corner to sleep in, she is primarily engrossed in the metal bits and pieces before her. Eventually, she packs away her tools into their various belt-pockets, stands, and brushes off her yellow tunic before bagging the repaired items and heading for the bar.
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28 years | she/her | GMT-4 | come_along_pond#9414 on Discord
Driftwood Anchorage: Cove Hakase, water Genasi ranger/cleric (7) | Lords Have Mercy: Róisín Sylmare Nithroel, half-elf wizard (6) | Faction Wars in the Frozen Wastes: Brin Bounderclaw, changeling fighter/barbarian (6) | Heroes of High Fantasy: Joanna 'Hatchets' Weaver, human barbarian (1) | Meldwatch: Moggy Moulach, tabaxi warlock (5) | Mists of the Dread Swamp: Kraana Syran'ta, kenku monk (9)
(I know there are 2 DM's, so are we splitting later or do you already have separate threads?)
A young human male wearing a old blue shirt sit's next to the fire, huddling over the warmth of the beverage as though the room was not well heated. He fingers a small golden item that looks like a totem and stares at it for a second, and putting it back into his backpack. A longbow and a quiver stands at the base of his feet. His hand slowly runs over the golden lines on his shirt. A bystander who traveled the world would recognize such clothing as that of a barbarian, yet he lacks the bulging muscles , the greataxe, the big mug of foaming brew. One would wonder what this boy who jumps every time a barmaid walks behind him is.
As the lively music starts, he cringes and retreats into a more peaceful corner of the tavern with his belongings, away from the crowds.
We are in the process of choosing the players now.
Please check out my homebrew, I would appreciate feedback:
Spells, Monsters, Subclasses, Races, Arcknight Class, Occultist Class, World, Enigmatic Esoterica forms
ok :)
by the fact that i have not gotten a message, i assume i have not been picked?
Forest of Wonders DMless campaign
>Recruitment Thread< >Game Thread<
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
yes
Please check out my homebrew, I would appreciate feedback:
Spells, Monsters, Subclasses, Races, Arcknight Class, Occultist Class, World, Enigmatic Esoterica forms
Are you still picking PCs?
If not, have a good game!
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
We are still picking PCs and had a minor setback.
Please check out my homebrew, I would appreciate feedback:
Spells, Monsters, Subclasses, Races, Arcknight Class, Occultist Class, World, Enigmatic Esoterica forms
Oh! I hope it wasn't anything too bad. If you need help with anything.....I probably can't help cause I am useless. Oh well ;)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
ok, bye
Forest of Wonders DMless campaign
>Recruitment Thread< >Game Thread<
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
Players have been chosen! Sorry to those who were not chosen. All the applications were great, but there were still only so many spots available. Here's the roster:
Nipperkin "Nip" Brownbowl, Halfling Bard Link
Two Crows Alongside of the Granite Fangs Clan, Tabaxi Artificer Link
Vallen Kvolhaven, Human Fighter Link
Whim, Changeling Warlock
Y'reth Highshadow, Tiefling Warlock Link
Ren Saiba, Half-Elf Paladin Link
Weizol L'varr, Eladrin Wizard Link
and Omik Vander, Human/Half-Elf Barbarian Link
Thanks all for applying!
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Have a great game!
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
ok, have a good game!
Forest of Wonders DMless campaign
>Recruitment Thread< >Game Thread<
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
(The game will start here)
You all sit in the Golden Dwarf Tavern. The building is made of wood with a stone foundation. The main room is 120 feet by 120 feet, giving it plenty of space that has been cluttered with countless tables and chairs. A staircase to the west leads up to a second floor, and eventually a third. These two floors are dedicated to rooms for rent, and they aren't exactly cheap. Several doors line the walls of the main room, leading to smaller rooms like store rooms, staff sleeping quarters, and the like. A bar stands on the south wall, nearly 80 feet in length. A single bartender rushes about behind it, serving all kinds of ales, wines, and other liquors. An open fireplace stands in the center of the room, and several torches line the walls and posts, filling the room with a warm, inviting bright light. From what you can tell, 62 patrons are inside currently. They appear to be all kinds of races, Lizardfolk, Tabaxi, Goliath, Satyr, and of course some Humans, Dwarves, and Elves.
All players, please introduce your character with what the are doing currently and their general description.
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
A grey-skinned tiefling sits at a table near the door, her back to the wall. She's dressed in sleeveless leather armor, a gold-trimmed, blue bandanna around her neck. As she leans over the table, her tongue sticking out of her mouth just slightly, her long black braid falls over her left shoulder. She appears to be concentrating rather hard on building some sort of structure out of the leftover potatoes on the plates sitting before her, mismatched eyes narrowed as she studies it, carefully sculpting with her eating utensils. She doesn't seem to be paying any attention to her surroundings, though if one were to look closer, they would see the line of tension in her shoulders and the uneasy way in which her tail twitches where it curls around the stool she's sitting on. Just slightly to her right, there's a dagger stabbed into the table, the wood splintered as though someone had been digging it in there. To her left, a tankard of ale that has gone untouched sits, discarded.
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a charismatic looking human sitting in the corner of the room. he has silky blond hair and is wearing a pink shirt. he has a bottle of beer and seems to be drinking out of it in small sips, as if he has never drunk beer. he is reading a picture book.... and seems to be having some difficulties in not reading but understanding what the book is about. although he is an adult he is acting like a child. he is looking around every so often and making sure nobody is looking at him. he gets up and walks over to the counter, puts a half filled bottle on the counter, and walks back to his table.
Stealth: 8
A Halfling man slinks around the tavern scooping up and downing any discarded alcohol. He wears simple brown clothing, a backpack, a walking stick across his back and a bodhran at his hip. Any time someone catches him taking a drink he slips back into the crowd with a chuckle.
Sometime before the sun had set, an elf with heterochromia eyes had wandered into the tavern. He looked obviously out of place at a glance. His skin is a tanned bronze and his clothes are made of rough cloth and stained in simple colors with tribal patterns of birds and clouds. He wears boots and pants made from hide, on his back is a large traveler's pack. He doesn't seem to have a purpose and has switched seats five times since coming in, currently milling about aimlessly with a cheap beer in his hand. He may have even bumped into the halfling once or twice, apologizing as he was not used to looking down.
Lost In Time: An Interdimensional Escapade: Baragon Starfeller - Level 2 Leonin Paladin
Out of Elysium: Rhaecus, of the Raving Drums - Level 1 Satyr Rogue
Dungeonverse: Weizol L'varr - Level 1 Eladrin Wizard
Nip calls from a corner table that he has made into a stage. "Let's liven things you in here shall we!"
He begins playing a rousing beat on his bodhran and belts out a pub song.
"WELL it's here I be stand before you AND we're here because we're here... AND I'm only twelve months older THAN I was this time last yearaiyah, wit mi tu raiyah, wit mi tu raiyooraiyay, ride along wit mi tu raiyah wit to raiyooraiyay."
Drum: 18
A tall and imposing human man walks through the doors into the tavern. He pauses just inside the door and removes the hood of his cloak revealing a bald head, large black beard and a face that looks like it is well suited to a permanent scowl. Deep set, intense blue eyes peer out over a hawkish nose, scanning the room, many looking the other way as he looks in their direction.
Hearing the music he nods respectfully in the direction of the halfling playing the drum thinking that such fine music is not often heard in the establishment.
Heading to the bar- "Whiskey" he says in a low voice that still somehow gets the attention of the bartender. "And one for the halfling"
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
Sitting alone at the bar eating a simple meal is a rather unassuming man with a neatly trimmed beard and shoulder length hair colored brown, hints of grey showing on his temples. He wears a well-worn, though well maintained, set of chain mail with the rest of his belongings - including a large morningstar and shield with an emblem long faded - neatly organized on the seat next to him. Though pleasant, amiable and polite when approached, he for the most part keeps to himself and his shoulders seem to be weighed down by more than just the armor he wears.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
A cougar Tabaxi and her tinker's toolset occupy a table off to one side near the bar. Her gray-green eyes watch the singing halfling with interest and her tail taps the chair legs in time with the music; but having bartered her services repairing some broken taps in exchange for a modest supper and a corner to sleep in, she is primarily engrossed in the metal bits and pieces before her. Eventually, she packs away her tools into their various belt-pockets, stands, and brushes off her yellow tunic before bagging the repaired items and heading for the bar.
28 years | she/her | GMT-4 | come_along_pond#9414 on Discord
Driftwood Anchorage: Cove Hakase, water Genasi ranger/cleric (7) | Lords Have Mercy: Róisín Sylmare Nithroel, half-elf wizard (6) | Faction Wars in the Frozen Wastes: Brin Bounderclaw, changeling fighter/barbarian (6) | Heroes of High Fantasy: Joanna 'Hatchets' Weaver, human barbarian (1) | Meldwatch: Moggy Moulach, tabaxi warlock (5) | Mists of the Dread Swamp: Kraana Syran'ta, kenku monk (9)
(I know there are 2 DM's, so are we splitting later or do you already have separate threads?)
A young human male wearing a old blue shirt sit's next to the fire, huddling over the warmth of the beverage as though the room was not well heated. He fingers a small golden item that looks like a totem and stares at it for a second, and putting it back into his backpack. A longbow and a quiver stands at the base of his feet. His hand slowly runs over the golden lines on his shirt. A bystander who traveled the world would recognize such clothing as that of a barbarian, yet he lacks the bulging muscles , the greataxe, the big mug of foaming brew. One would wonder what this boy who jumps every time a barmaid walks behind him is.
As the lively music starts, he cringes and retreats into a more peaceful corner of the tavern with his belongings, away from the crowds.