The Keggeroff Festival of Ale is a annual event that brings rich and poor from all heritages to the Thromdak Mines, a mighty conclave of Dwarven clans. But evil forces gather to ruin the fun...
Hello, adventurers!
I am looking for 1 to 7 players, beginners welcome. If you are interested, post a little about yourself and include a 1d4 roll in your post.
HOUSE RULES, ET AL:
I am looking for:
- Post frequency/Participation: I move faster than the average PBP DM. I am asking for at least one (1) substantive post per day.
- Players who can narrate well, even if they aren't the center of attention during certain situations in-game.
- Players who understand the simple courtesy of a AFK (Away From Keyboard) message.
- Players who like a balance of combat, interaction, and exploration.
- Players who can work well together.
What I am not looking for:
- Players who start out strong, then disappear, then reappear at the end of a game to reap the rewards.
- Players who display no interest in what is going on in the story. Murder hobos need not apply.
- Players who disappear when they aren't "center stage".
- Players who don't understand teamwork.
**AFK messages go a long way with me. Please let me know if you are going to be away.**
PBP SPECIFICS:
Idle mode - If your character is done contributing to a conversation, type "..." to indicate your character is in idle mode. That lets me know that I can press on with the storyline instead of asking everyone if they are ready to move on.
Posting specifics - be as descriptive as you'd like, but be sure to label your dice rolls appropriately. I understand there will be fumblefinger moments at the keyboard (I make mistakes too), which might require a reroll; just let me know you're doing a reroll and why.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Relatively new to PbP but not new to D&D 5e. Enjoying the PbP format and the chance to flex my narrative muscles as well as create characters that see the light of day.
Happy that I fit in with all your House Rules et al, the idea of the idle mode especially should be a PbP standard!
Anyway, happy to be considered for this one shot, and look forward to getting more information.
I’d love to be considered for this. Your priorities are sound and I can commit to them. I ran a 9-month 5e PbP campaign, posting almost every single day (with AFK messages in chat when needed), with three players who were dependable and imaginative. Bliss. I have no patience for folks who simply disappear. So rude, people.
I will state that I am interested in PG-rated gameplay, and playing on the side of good.
I took a decades-long break from RPGs while exploring other creative outlets. Then, Covid and distance brought DnD back into my life as a way to connect with loved ones via zoom. It’s been a regular part of my routine again these last almost two years.
I'd be interested in trying this. I'm familiar with 5e, but this would be my first play by post. A short one sounds great, and I wouldn't have trouble with posting a few times a day.
This would be my first play by post. I used to play about 27 years ago and recently rediscovered DnD with some solo adventures. Now I want to play with other people and would post several times per day, day or night.
Heya! I've done one PBP before and absolutely loved it, and I'd love to try another. I've been playing 5e for almost 2 years now and I consider myself very familiar with the rules. Everything you've posted looks fine to me!
Hi. I consider myself still new to DnD playing only the past 2 years. Played about 36 hours on Roll20 and done a few solo adventures. Been trying to get a game here but it is tough. Really hate people going silent and the campaign collapsing. Has happened a few times here already. No problem posting daily.
We begin our tale at a public water well on the way to the Keggeroff Festival of Ale. Merchants, merrygoers and travelers on their way to the festival stop here to quench their thirst and fill waterskins; while the summer days have been mercifully breezy, travel makes the throat dry, and thirst must be quenched. Indeed, an old adventurers saying holds true... "Never pass up the opportunity of a fresh water supply."
It is here that seven strangers will meet and be touched by the fickle, flying finger of fate...
Please introduce your characters and begin with one Inspiration Die!
Juniper had tightly braided her springy coils into shoulder-length, beaded lengths, and proudly wore a henna tattoo on her cheek announcing her clan. Her long lashes droop when her mind wanders to the wilds, or flash open when animated, revealing large, sensitive eyes.
Petite and narrow-shouldered, her figure in a long satin gown calls to mind calligraphy, graceful and poised, while to see her in armor, a broad-shouldered man might chuckle at how such a narrow swathe of cured leather is enough to cover her back completely.
Her jaw is firm and strong, and her form is likewise taut and quick, springy as a bamboo shoot, “proud as an aspen,” as her mother had told her. Like her mother, when she speaks, the sound is summer prairie grass: sweet, heavy, rich. It is this tone that she addresses the individual before her in line at the public well as she waits her turn to fill her waterskin.
“I didn’t realize it was that time of year again. It’s the ale festival isn’t it? Kegger…fest? Is that what brings you here, stranger?”
”Keggeroff. Keggeeoff Festival of Ale. I always love a good celebration and I never got to come along to these before. Thought I’d better take the chance while I could.” The girl who responds to Juniper looks to be just entering young adulthood. She has long red hair pulled into a loose bun at the Knapp of her neck. She is wearing well made clothes and bits of leather armor can be seen when she moves. She looks around as if taking in the sights of the world for the first time. “I’m Moira nice to meet you.“ She holds a hand out in greeting.
Jett is a young wood elf. Standing in line dressed in her drab travelling tunic, her hair unkept for several days now, she continued to watch the travellers looking for opportunities to add to her bounty. She had already lifted a fine watch from a well dressed gentlemen as he conversed with a merchant. Additionally, she had casually removed a small purse of coins from a dancer whom she bumped into accidentally on purpose. Silly people she thought. This is too easy.
She had never been to the Keggeroff Festival of Ale before but had heard about it on her travels. As luck would have it, she had found herself in the vicinity and could not help herself but tag along with the crowd, after all, crowds of people meant good pickings for a thief.
She turned partially around to glance at the petite lady that had just spoken behind her. Not one for idle chit chat, she wanted to just turn back and wait her turn at the well, instead she politely replied “I’m sorry are you talking to me?”
Vorexx, a dragonborn, stood in line at the well not far from his destination. Waiting to refill his water skin on this summer afternoon, he felt a bit uncomfortable in the heat and adjusted his sleeves to hide the bronze-black scales on his arms from the sun. He wore simple, loose clothes and shifted back and forth on bootless feet, not liking the lack of momentum toward his goal. Relax, he told himself, learn to enjoy the idle moments; they too are part of the worldly experience you seek.
Aside from wanting to join in the unfamiliar revelry of an ale festival, he had another task: to repair the finely-crafted hinges and lock of his newly inherited tome, the contents of which had driven him from his secluded studies and out into the world. Having read a bit about Dwarven craftsmanship, he knew it was the skilled hands of Dwarves that had created and would best be able to restore the book's metal outer cover to its original state.
As he impatiently waited for his turn at the well, Vorexx had to hold back a snide comment as he heard someone behind him refer to the nearby festival as "Kegger-fest". He reminded himself to be more patient with others and just as he was about to correct the statement, another traveler did it for him. So instead he turned around and added with a deliberately friendly tone "It's the 153rd year of the festival, if you can believe it." He then gave an awkward smile to the two women before him and said "I'm Vorexx."
A furry face appears over Juniper's shoulder, the fur almost touching her cheek, as Rumble of Hunger leans over to join the conversation from his place in the queue behind her. "153 years is a looooong time, I bet they have perfected the art of the fest by now. It should be wonderful......and very hectic", he says enthusiastically. He wanders around Juniper and those present see a fairly tall and lithe white furred Tabaxi, with black spots on his face and along his tail. He is wearing simple clothes and carrying a staff.
He seems to notice his over exuberance and suddenly reigns it in with a deep breath, in and out, before saying more calmly, "My apologies for my rudeness, I am Rumble of Hunger of the Slumbering Peak Clan. People just tend to call me Rum though. Tell me, do any of you know what the Dwarves mine at this Thromdak place? Also, what is it that we are lining up for, it looked so unusual a custom I felt I had to join?".
To Jett, another young elf, Juniper responds in their language, “Hi, yes but I should keep my observations to…” and then Moira cuts in perhaps, and Juniper introduces herself and extends her hand in a firm shake, counting to three internally, as her mother had instructed her: ‘not too long—you’ll give people ideas, and not too short, you might offend.’
Equal parts open and wary — she’d been pickpocketed here in the past — the elf’s earthen complexion reddens just a shade when she is corrected, but smiles shyly as the others speak.
“It’s a line for the public well,” she responds to Rum, reining in the strong desire to pet his smooth-looking coat. “For water. We locals come here every day usually. Grist mill for rumors and catty talk —er, excuse me I mean,” stumbling a bit in the tabaxi’s company, “…gossip. Are you all going to the festival?,” she asks, adroitly changing the subject.
Zendrey, a forest gnome who is small and skinny even by gnome standards, looks up from where he's filling his waterskin from a bucket that's a bit too heavy for him as he hears the others start talking about the festival. He finishes quickly, not paying enough attention, and manages to spill water on his robes and not get the waterskin quite full or closed properly. He pulls out a battered notebook and a pen and hurries over to hear the conversation more clearly, ending up standing a bit awkwardly at the edge.
He turns to Vorexx, who seems to know something about the festival, and says, "Excuse me, you seem knowledgeable about the history of the festival. From your perspective, can you share any cultural history or lore about it, and in particular about how those from your own home region have interacted with it?". He scratches a few words in the notebook and looks up for an answer, then after a moment as if it has only just occurred to him adds, "My name is Zendry, by the way."
Vorexx, still not quite used to being addressed directly, perked up awkwardly, cleared his throat and stated “Well, according to what I have read, the festival began when several rival Dwarven clans put aside their differences and purchased a local mine that was thought to be barren. They delved deep into the mountain and eventually struck a rich vein of Mithral and gems. The new riches enabled them to built a mighty underground city and the village that surrounds it above ground. Every year they celebrate their union with ale brewing, games and trade. The festivities bring many merchants, party-goers, and members of other Dwarf clans from near and far. Uh, according to the books anyway. I’ve never attended. I'm from a small village quite a distance from here. It’s nice to meet you all, by the way. “
Rum nods to Juniper, "Talk to cats at the water hole, cats like me", he says placing his hand on his chest and showing his teeth in a catlike smile. "I am attending the festival yes..." he starts to say before he overhears Vorexx mention gems and almost pounces over towards him. He leans over Zendry close to Vorexx and says, "So they do mine gems, I would very much like to see some of these". He looks down from above Zendry and says to him, "You could draw some in your book".
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The Keggeroff Festival of Ale is a annual event that brings rich and poor from all heritages to the Thromdak Mines, a mighty conclave of Dwarven clans. But evil forces gather to ruin the fun...
Hello, adventurers!
I am looking for 1 to 7 players, beginners welcome. If you are interested, post a little about yourself and include a 1d4 roll in your post.
HOUSE RULES, ET AL:
I am looking for:
- Post frequency/Participation: I move faster than the average PBP DM. I am asking for at least one (1) substantive post per day.
- Players who can narrate well, even if they aren't the center of attention during certain situations in-game.
- Players who understand the simple courtesy of a AFK (Away From Keyboard) message.
- Players who like a balance of combat, interaction, and exploration.
- Players who can work well together.
What I am not looking for:
- Players who start out strong, then disappear, then reappear at the end of a game to reap the rewards.
- Players who display no interest in what is going on in the story. Murder hobos need not apply.
- Players who disappear when they aren't "center stage".
- Players who don't understand teamwork.
**AFK messages go a long way with me. Please let me know if you are going to be away.**
PBP SPECIFICS:
Idle mode - If your character is done contributing to a conversation, type "..." to indicate your character is in idle mode. That lets me know that I can press on with the storyline instead of asking everyone if they are ready to move on.
Posting specifics - be as descriptive as you'd like, but be sure to label your dice rolls appropriately. I understand there will be fumblefinger moments at the keyboard (I make mistakes too), which might require a reroll; just let me know you're doing a reroll and why.
Relatively new to PbP but not new to D&D 5e. Enjoying the PbP format and the chance to flex my narrative muscles as well as create characters that see the light of day.
Happy that I fit in with all your House Rules et al, the idea of the idle mode especially should be a PbP standard!
Anyway, happy to be considered for this one shot, and look forward to getting more information.
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Hi there,
I’d love to be considered for this. Your priorities are sound and I can commit to them. I ran a 9-month 5e PbP campaign, posting almost every single day (with AFK messages in chat when needed), with three players who were dependable and imaginative. Bliss. I have no patience for folks who simply disappear. So rude, people.
I will state that I am interested in PG-rated gameplay, and playing on the side of good.
I took a decades-long break from RPGs while exploring other creative outlets. Then, Covid and distance brought DnD back into my life as a way to connect with loved ones via zoom. It’s been a regular part of my routine again these last almost two years.
~1973
1
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
I'd be interested in trying this. I'm familiar with 5e, but this would be my first play by post. A short one sounds great, and I wouldn't have trouble with posting a few times a day.
2
This would be my first play by post. I used to play about 27 years ago and recently rediscovered DnD with some solo adventures. Now I want to play with other people and would post several times per day, day or night.
2
Heya! I've done one PBP before and absolutely loved it, and I'd love to try another. I've been playing 5e for almost 2 years now and I consider myself very familiar with the rules. Everything you've posted looks fine to me!
3
Hi. I consider myself still new to DnD playing only the past 2 years. Played about 36 hours on Roll20 and done a few solo adventures. Been trying to get a game here but it is tough. Really hate people going silent and the campaign collapsing. Has happened a few times here already. No problem posting daily.
2
Highest Mega Yahtzee score: 38. Lowest: 14
1 slot left!
Interested. I’ve played a good many PbP games. Still aching for an irl. Hope you’ll have me.
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Very excited!
We still have some players who aren't quite done with their characters, so I will give them some time.
First post will be sometime this week.
I acknowledge the upcoming holiday madness and will understand lag in posting.
I am ready to have some fun, I hope you all are as well!
Scene Ø: Seven Strangers
We begin our tale at a public water well on the way to the Keggeroff Festival of Ale. Merchants, merrygoers and travelers on their way to the festival stop here to quench their thirst and fill waterskins; while the summer days have been mercifully breezy, travel makes the throat dry, and thirst must be quenched. Indeed, an old adventurers saying holds true... "Never pass up the opportunity of a fresh water supply."
It is here that seven strangers will meet and be touched by the fickle, flying finger of fate...
Please introduce your characters and begin with one Inspiration Die!
Juniper had tightly braided her springy coils into shoulder-length, beaded lengths, and proudly wore a henna tattoo on her cheek announcing her clan. Her long lashes droop when her mind wanders to the wilds, or flash open when animated, revealing large, sensitive eyes.
Petite and narrow-shouldered, her figure in a long satin gown calls to mind calligraphy, graceful and poised, while to see her in armor, a broad-shouldered man might chuckle at how such a narrow swathe of cured leather is enough to cover her back completely.
Her jaw is firm and strong, and her form is likewise taut and quick, springy as a bamboo shoot, “proud as an aspen,” as her mother had told her. Like her mother, when she speaks, the sound is summer prairie grass: sweet, heavy, rich. It is this tone that she addresses the individual before her in line at the public well as she waits her turn to fill her waterskin.
“I didn’t realize it was that time of year again. It’s the ale festival isn’t it? Kegger…fest? Is that what brings you here, stranger?”
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
”Keggeroff. Keggeeoff Festival of Ale. I always love a good celebration and I never got to come along to these before. Thought I’d better take the chance while I could.” The girl who responds to Juniper looks to be just entering young adulthood. She has long red hair pulled into a loose bun at the Knapp of her neck. She is wearing well made clothes and bits of leather armor can be seen when she moves. She looks around as if taking in the sights of the world for the first time. “I’m Moira nice to meet you.“ She holds a hand out in greeting.
Jett is a young wood elf. Standing in line dressed in her drab travelling tunic, her hair unkept for several days now, she continued to watch the travellers looking for opportunities to add to her bounty. She had already lifted a fine watch from a well dressed gentlemen as he conversed with a merchant. Additionally, she had casually removed a small purse of coins from a dancer whom she bumped into accidentally on purpose. Silly people she thought. This is too easy.
She had never been to the Keggeroff Festival of Ale before but had heard about it on her travels. As luck would have it, she had found herself in the vicinity and could not help herself but tag along with the crowd, after all, crowds of people meant good pickings for a thief.
She turned partially around to glance at the petite lady that had just spoken behind her. Not one for idle chit chat, she wanted to just turn back and wait her turn at the well, instead she politely replied “I’m sorry are you talking to me?”
Highest Mega Yahtzee score: 38. Lowest: 14
Vorexx, a dragonborn, stood in line at the well not far from his destination. Waiting to refill his water skin on this summer afternoon, he felt a bit uncomfortable in the heat and adjusted his sleeves to hide the bronze-black scales on his arms from the sun. He wore simple, loose clothes and shifted back and forth on bootless feet, not liking the lack of momentum toward his goal. Relax, he told himself, learn to enjoy the idle moments; they too are part of the worldly experience you seek.
Aside from wanting to join in the unfamiliar revelry of an ale festival, he had another task: to repair the finely-crafted hinges and lock of his newly inherited tome, the contents of which had driven him from his secluded studies and out into the world. Having read a bit about Dwarven craftsmanship, he knew it was the skilled hands of Dwarves that had created and would best be able to restore the book's metal outer cover to its original state.
As he impatiently waited for his turn at the well, Vorexx had to hold back a snide comment as he heard someone behind him refer to the nearby festival as "Kegger-fest". He reminded himself to be more patient with others and just as he was about to correct the statement, another traveler did it for him. So instead he turned around and added with a deliberately friendly tone "It's the 153rd year of the festival, if you can believe it." He then gave an awkward smile to the two women before him and said "I'm Vorexx."
A furry face appears over Juniper's shoulder, the fur almost touching her cheek, as Rumble of Hunger leans over to join the conversation from his place in the queue behind her. "153 years is a looooong time, I bet they have perfected the art of the fest by now. It should be wonderful......and very hectic", he says enthusiastically. He wanders around Juniper and those present see a fairly tall and lithe white furred Tabaxi, with black spots on his face and along his tail. He is wearing simple clothes and carrying a staff.
He seems to notice his over exuberance and suddenly reigns it in with a deep breath, in and out, before saying more calmly, "My apologies for my rudeness, I am Rumble of Hunger of the Slumbering Peak Clan. People just tend to call me Rum though. Tell me, do any of you know what the Dwarves mine at this Thromdak place? Also, what is it that we are lining up for, it looked so unusual a custom I felt I had to join?".
To Jett, another young elf, Juniper responds in their language, “Hi, yes but I should keep my observations to…” and then Moira cuts in perhaps, and Juniper introduces herself and extends her hand in a firm shake, counting to three internally, as her mother had instructed her: ‘not too long—you’ll give people ideas, and not too short, you might offend.’
Equal parts open and wary — she’d been pickpocketed here in the past — the elf’s earthen complexion reddens just a shade when she is corrected, but smiles shyly as the others speak.
“It’s a line for the public well,” she responds to Rum, reining in the strong desire to pet his smooth-looking coat. “For water. We locals come here every day usually. Grist mill for rumors and catty talk —er, excuse me I mean,” stumbling a bit in the tabaxi’s company, “…gossip. Are you all going to the festival?,” she asks, adroitly changing the subject.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Zendrey, a forest gnome who is small and skinny even by gnome standards, looks up from where he's filling his waterskin from a bucket that's a bit too heavy for him as he hears the others start talking about the festival. He finishes quickly, not paying enough attention, and manages to spill water on his robes and not get the waterskin quite full or closed properly. He pulls out a battered notebook and a pen and hurries over to hear the conversation more clearly, ending up standing a bit awkwardly at the edge.
He turns to Vorexx, who seems to know something about the festival, and says, "Excuse me, you seem knowledgeable about the history of the festival. From your perspective, can you share any cultural history or lore about it, and in particular about how those from your own home region have interacted with it?". He scratches a few words in the notebook and looks up for an answer, then after a moment as if it has only just occurred to him adds, "My name is Zendry, by the way."
Vorexx, still not quite used to being addressed directly, perked up awkwardly, cleared his throat and stated “Well, according to what I have read, the festival began when several rival Dwarven clans put aside their differences and purchased a local mine that was thought to be barren. They delved deep into the mountain and eventually struck a rich vein of Mithral and gems. The new riches enabled them to built a mighty underground city and the village that surrounds it above ground. Every year they celebrate their union with ale brewing, games and trade. The festivities bring many merchants, party-goers, and members of other Dwarf clans from near and far. Uh, according to the books anyway. I’ve never attended. I'm from a small village quite a distance from here. It’s nice to meet you all, by the way. “
Rum nods to Juniper, "Talk to cats at the water hole, cats like me", he says placing his hand on his chest and showing his teeth in a catlike smile. "I am attending the festival yes..." he starts to say before he overhears Vorexx mention gems and almost pounces over towards him. He leans over Zendry close to Vorexx and says, "So they do mine gems, I would very much like to see some of these". He looks down from above Zendry and says to him, "You could draw some in your book".