I'm a bit confused. Who is the DM and who is the player? Roland is posting a lot of details for the terrain that I would have thought the DM posts? :D
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Kaiden - too much DM-ing and not enough being a player. Tragic condition! You wrote well and such detail that I thought you were actually an alias for Brian! :D
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Hey guys! Are you still looking for players? I've had some experience with play by post, but not nearly as much as I'd like. Reading through your posts so far it looks like you've got some really interesting character ideas going. I'd love to join in if you've got room!
Really liking the engagement on this thread. Playing my first PBP in another thread but would like to play with you guys. Here's who I'd like to bring to the party:
As a child, he saw his entire herd killed by a group of giants at the direction of a shadowy figure. In the aftermath found his way to a monastery where he was raised. He is well read from his time in the monastery which brought out a more tender side than normally seen in a Goliath. He reads and composes poetry. He has set out into the world not to seek revenge for his herd's massacre but to eliminate the threat from harming anyone in the future. (The ghosts of his herd guide him but wish he'd be more true to his roots.) He's at odds with his dual nature.
A peaceful and intellectual warrior in the body of a hulking brute has a dissonance that I think would be fun to play.
That said, if there's a functional hole in the party I'd be happy to step in.
Redshirt learned back on the old barrel and surveyed the... place. “I think I may have been here before!” He said to himself. After a time, it gets difficult to tell one town from another.
Across the street, A child walking with his mother smiles at him sheepishly. Redshirt smiles back. The child’s face is suddenly awash in fear as he scurries to clutch at his mothers dress. Redshirt always liked kids, but unfortunately his smile always seemed to come across les “friendly” and more ... “shark”.
“I really must work on that.” He said to himself. “Not going to win any friends if folks think your going to eat them!” He added wryfully.
The only problem I found in this is that, especially on PbP, you could or seems to ignore other characters posts. Let's say, now you ignored Rod actions and decide to actually found Darien. Now, maybe you did it on purpose cause your character didn't know the newcomer, or simply, you are trying to speed up the game, in any case, we have to be careful on doing this.
On another hand, what if finding Darien in DM backstory should have been part of the adventure? I know, more likely this is not the case, but in any case, it could have been. In real life, it's easy and fast to step back but on PbP it's not. Adding details of the streets, building, and settings its ok, but with potential plot details? We have to be careful.
Yes, Kaiden, this is becoming your show. If Brian doesn’t say what we see, how are you determining the plot factors in the game? What if the companion is a sorceress and not a halfling, and you’ve just rewritten the DMs plot? Stick to what your character does and stop with the game takeover.
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Apologies in advance if my posts are a bit sparse or lacking, I'm getting through my work week and just had a family member in the hospital (he's fine it turns out) so don't mind if I sort of disappear briefly :P
I must not be seeing what you see. I simply took the detail Brian presented and embellished.
But not to worry, I am a full time dm so it must bleed through when I try to play 😅. I apologise if it has detracted from anyone’s fun.
I shall retire from the game but wish you all the best with your adventures 🙂
Well, my post was not meant to disturb your creativity. I am sorry for that and if you decided to step out because of this. My only concern was that if we want to embellish like you did, we have to know from the DM until where we have authority on 'narration', because you don't only add details on what but also on where and who, that is different, we can, I am not saying the contrary, but we have to know from the DM what can we do or not, and we have to fix this before in case, in a way that everyone knows what can be done or narrated. Since 5ed D&D don't have rules for shared narration we could fix them now if you want.
Really liking the engagement on this thread. Playing my first PBP in another thread but would like to play with you guys. Here's who I'd like to bring to the party:
As a child, he saw his entire herd killed by a group of giants at the direction of a shadowy figure. In the aftermath found his way to a monastery where he was raised. He is well read from his time in the monastery which brought out a more tender side than normally seen in a Goliath. He reads and composes poetry. He has set out into the world not to seek revenge for his herd's massacre but to eliminate the threat from harming anyone in the future. (The ghosts of his herd guide him but wish he'd be more true to his roots.) He's at odds with his dual nature.
A peaceful and intellectual warrior in the body of a hulking brute has a dissonance that I think would be fun to play.
That said, if there's a functional hole in the party I'd be happy to step in.
Hey all! Still have some minor tweaks to my character (first time building on this site, and on my phone none the less).
However, here is Raven loving (familiar), broody, damaged, but still redeemable (wink wink older characters) Griffin
A boy walks through the woods. Arms crossed, pointing and exhaling loudly, as if wanting to be heard but knowing no one is in ear shot. “It’s not fair, it’s never fair” he pouts, kicking at an innocent weed. “I always work the hardest, I always do all the work... and they always get what they want but I have to stay home because I’m ‘to young’, humph”. The blue eyed boy kicks at another weed, his eyes narrowing.
“I can help to, I’m just as strong as David, just as smart as Jess, I’m...”
“Griffin! ...” a voice echoes through the woods. It’s dusk, the voice seems worried. Even... afraid? “Serves then right”... Griffin pouted to himself. Maybe next time they would treat him like an adult. ...still, it was getting late, it would be dark soon. A loud unexpected grumble suprised even Griffin as he reached to calm his stomach. Perhaps he’s been gone long enough to make his point made.
A sharp scream breaks his train of thought... the boys eyes remain stormy as he marches on in slow, defiant protest... but somethings not right... and the boys stormy eyes lose their lighting... he begins to trot... then run. The storm over he enters the clearing near the edge of the villiage. His once stormy eyes now send drops down his cheeks.
The sounds... the moans... the figures standing as if held by strings... he sees his house, and the family he had ran away from... standing but struggling, and their eyes... He felt a drop in his stomach, he didn’t know wether to cry, or yell, or puke, or run... then he heard a voice boil in the back of his mind.
“Come here boy”. A bald man in a red cloaca looked at him. His family, his neighbors shuffling behind him, around him, following him.
The boy would stay with this man, he was at times a prisoner, at times a student, but from the moment he first met the man a storm rose in his eyes that has not left till this day.
The boy is on the run again, running from the man who killed his family, the man who took everything from him but gave in return. The storm in the boys eyes are as strong as ever, loud, piercing, and dark... but one no one is looking, they also rain.
(Got really into the stormy eyes thing for some reason, feel free to critique trying to get better at writing)
Hey all! Still have some minor tweaks to my character (first time building on this site, and on my phone none the less).
However, here is Raven loving (familiar), broody, damaged, but still redeemable (wink wink older characters) Griffin
A boy walks through the woods. Arms crossed, pointing and exhaling loudly, as if wanting to be heard but knowing no one is in ear shot. “It’s not fair, it’s never fair” he pouts, kicking at an innocent weed. “I always work the hardest, I always do all the work... and they always get what they want but I have to stay home because I’m ‘to young’, humph”. The blue eyed boy kicks at another weed, his eyes narrowing.
“I can help to, I’m just as strong as David, just as smart as Jess, I’m...”
“Griffin! ...” a voice echoes through the woods. It’s dusk, the voice seems worried. Even... afraid? “Serves then right”... Griffin pouted to himself. Maybe next time they would treat him like an adult. ...still, it was getting late, it would be dark soon. A loud unexpected grumble suprised even Griffin as he reached to calm his stomach. Perhaps he’s been gone long enough to make his point made.
A sharp scream breaks his train of thought... the boys eyes remain stormy as he marches on in slow, defiant protest... but somethings not right... and the boys stormy eyes lose their lighting... he begins to trot... then run. The storm over he enters the clearing near the edge of the villiage. His once stormy eyes now send drops down his cheeks.
The sounds... the moans... the figures standing as if held by strings... he sees his house, and the family he had ran away from... standing but struggling, and their eyes... He felt a drop in his stomach, he didn’t know wether to cry, or yell, or puke, or run... then he heard a voice boil in the back of his mind.
“Come here boy”. A bald man in a red cloaca looked at him. His family, his neighbors shuffling behind him, around him, following him.
The boy would stay with this man, he was at times a prisoner, at times a student, but from the moment he first met the man a storm rose in his eyes that has not left till this day.
The boy is on the run again, running from the man who killed his family, the man who took everything from him but gave in return. The storm in the boys eyes are as strong as ever, loud, piercing, and dark... but one no one is looking, they also rain.
(Got really into the stormy eyes thing for some reason, feel free to critique trying to get better at writing)
I'm a bit confused. Who is the DM and who is the player? Roland is posting a lot of details for the terrain that I would have thought the DM posts? :D
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Apologies, perpetual DM syndrome 😅
Sorry I was waiting for the other to join but no apologies needed all about fun always feel free to add whatever
Also been absorbed by XGE
Kaiden - too much DM-ing and not enough being a player. Tragic condition! You wrote well and such detail that I thought you were actually an alias for Brian! :D
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Hey guys! Are you still looking for players? I've had some experience with play by post, but not nearly as much as I'd like. Reading through your posts so far it looks like you've got some really interesting character ideas going. I'd love to join in if you've got room!
Really liking the engagement on this thread. Playing my first PBP in another thread but would like to play with you guys. Here's who I'd like to bring to the party:
Kavell Brighthand Vandesteen - Goliath Monk - Haunted background
As a child, he saw his entire herd killed by a group of giants at the direction of a shadowy figure. In the aftermath found his way to a monastery where he was raised. He is well read from his time in the monastery which brought out a more tender side than normally seen in a Goliath. He reads and composes poetry. He has set out into the world not to seek revenge for his herd's massacre but to eliminate the threat from harming anyone in the future. (The ghosts of his herd guide him but wish he'd be more true to his roots.) He's at odds with his dual nature.
A peaceful and intellectual warrior in the body of a hulking brute has a dissonance that I think would be fun to play.
That said, if there's a functional hole in the party I'd be happy to step in.
It occurs to me we never learned the name of the place, Brian are you happy for us to improv or do you have something in mind already?
Redshirt learned back on the old barrel and surveyed the... place. “I think I may have been here before!” He said to himself. After a time, it gets difficult to tell one town from another.
Across the street, A child walking with his mother smiles at him sheepishly. Redshirt smiles back. The child’s face is suddenly awash in fear as he scurries to clutch at his mothers dress. Redshirt always liked kids, but unfortunately his smile always seemed to come across les “friendly” and more ... “shark”.
“I really must work on that.” He said to himself. “Not going to win any friends if folks think your going to eat them!” He added wryfully.
”Hmph. Great. Now I’m hungry.”
@GrimmOmen: you should post here: http://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/9103-a-humble-start?page=2
@Kaiden: DM syndrome again :P
The only problem I found in this is that, especially on PbP, you could or seems to ignore other characters posts. Let's say, now you ignored Rod actions and decide to actually found Darien. Now, maybe you did it on purpose cause your character didn't know the newcomer, or simply, you are trying to speed up the game, in any case, we have to be careful on doing this.
On another hand, what if finding Darien in DM backstory should have been part of the adventure? I know, more likely this is not the case, but in any case, it could have been. In real life, it's easy and fast to step back but on PbP it's not. Adding details of the streets, building, and settings its ok, but with potential plot details? We have to be careful.
Yes, Kaiden, this is becoming your show. If Brian doesn’t say what we see, how are you determining the plot factors in the game? What if the companion is a sorceress and not a halfling, and you’ve just rewritten the DMs plot? Stick to what your character does and stop with the game takeover.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
I must not be seeing what you see. I simply took the detail Brian presented and embellished.
But not to worry, I am a full time dm so it must bleed through when I try to play 😅. I apologise if it has detracted from anyone’s fun.
I shall retire from the game but wish you all the best with your adventures 🙂
<spit take>
oh man, I’ve been watching this thread! Sorry about that! I’ve got some catching up to do!
Apologies in advance if my posts are a bit sparse or lacking, I'm getting through my work week and just had a family member in the hospital (he's fine it turns out) so don't mind if I sort of disappear briefly :P
Hey all! Still have some minor tweaks to my character (first time building on this site, and on my phone none the less).
However, here is Raven loving (familiar), broody, damaged, but still redeemable (wink wink older characters) Griffin
A boy walks through the woods. Arms crossed, pointing and exhaling loudly, as if wanting to be heard but knowing no one is in ear shot.
“It’s not fair, it’s never fair” he pouts, kicking at an innocent weed. “I always work the hardest, I always do all the work... and they always get what they want but I have to stay home because I’m ‘to young’, humph”. The blue eyed boy kicks at another weed, his eyes narrowing.
“I can help to, I’m just as strong as David, just as smart as Jess, I’m...”
“Griffin! ...” a voice echoes through the woods. It’s dusk, the voice seems worried. Even... afraid?
“Serves then right”... Griffin pouted to himself. Maybe next time they would treat him like an adult. ...still, it was getting late, it would be dark soon. A loud unexpected grumble suprised even Griffin as he reached to calm his stomach. Perhaps he’s been gone long enough to make his point made.
A sharp scream breaks his train of thought... the boys eyes remain stormy as he marches on in slow, defiant protest... but somethings not right... and the boys stormy eyes lose their lighting... he begins to trot... then run. The storm over he enters the clearing near the edge of the villiage. His once stormy eyes now send drops down his cheeks.
The sounds... the moans... the figures standing as if held by strings... he sees his house, and the family he had ran away from... standing but struggling, and their eyes...
He felt a drop in his stomach, he didn’t know wether to cry, or yell, or puke, or run... then he heard a voice boil in the back of his mind.
“Come here boy”. A bald man in a red cloaca looked at him. His family, his neighbors shuffling behind him, around him, following him.
The boy would stay with this man, he was at times a prisoner, at times a student, but from the moment he first met the man a storm rose in his eyes that has not left till this day.
The boy is on the run again, running from the man who killed his family, the man who took everything from him but gave in return. The storm in the boys eyes are as strong as ever, loud, piercing, and dark... but one no one is looking, they also rain.
(Got really into the stormy eyes thing for some reason, feel free to critique trying to get better at writing)
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/snorlaxative/characters/783960
Whoops! Sorry. New to pbp on this forum. Brian sent me this way after I messaged him.
I will get a google docs sheet running tomorrow, sorry 😅😓