Background: Deep beneath the green fathomless depths of The Dawn Sea, seated on a throne of death and bone, crowned by countless drowned stars 'it' resides. Served by a court of its' chosen dreamers, it rules over a nameless city; a city where dark things walk and madness sings. There, lost in their dreams do wayward souls come to grow twisted by their darkened reflections. Herald to the court of drowned stars, servitor to the pale serpent; exalted Calsipher gathers the wretched, downtrodden and the meek. With promises of hope and power he lures them to the dream. Sa that they too may one day see the truth.
Home: Calsipher was birth from the sea itself, a creature born to be the perfect tool for it's maker. He wandered onto the shore of an unsuspecting town of little importance, and fueled by instinct, assumed a personality and began to work. An observant predator he lured those that he could with dreams of power, turned the people of the town against its mayor and offered salvation through his master to the forgotten. The night the Captain took the mayor in, he wondered the snaking road of this new playground. There in the night, underneath the cascading light of a full moon he heard the call of something.. an ornate key. He followed the road up the hill, towards the temple that Fiona now resided over and used the key on its door. This felt fitting to him, after all, this was his masters new temple in this world.
RP Sample: A dirt road snaked through a large town, and ended atop a hill, just before a temple. A lean woman dressed in black stood at the temples' doors, she looked on as two distant figures had an argued by the wayside.
"Like morning's mist he drifted into town, innocuous and subtle," spat the Mayor, disheveled in tattered clothes. "With an inviting smile painted on his lips, he whispered words like warmed honeyed milk," each word uttered with more rage, and a healthy dose of contempt. "Lilac eyes hidden behind a cascade of golden locks beguiled us with their stare, a false trust our faux ami." he bleated.
The Captain of the Royal Guard shifted his weight with impatience, saying nothing.
"He peddled compassion... but little did we know! We allowed a serpent to make its way into our home! Poisoned the well, that viper! Then, they came in the night... those filthy lepers!" he turned red as he flailed his arms with heated vigor. "They dragged the priest out of bed, took him to the lake, and drowned him... and they didn't stop there. They burned the holy icons, and replaced the priest with that witch!" he said, pointing accusingly towards the woman that stood atop the hill. "No one goes near the temple anymore... they can't. It's Blasphemous!" he let out incredulously, almost foaming at the mouth.
After a silent moment, the Captain took his gaze off the woman and brought it back to the Mayor. "I questioned these... 'lepers', they made no mention of a 'golden haired snake'. They did however mentioned your deal with the priest," he gave pause and observed the Mayors rage vanish, replaced with a mixture of guilt, shame, and fear. "you blame this all on snakes and vipers, but it was you who sold the people snake oil." continued the Captain.
The Mayor's face drained of blood, he turned to run. His escape quickly halted by a well primed foot. Behind him stood a guard, one in an immaculate uniform, one the Captain did not recognize. After a moment of hesitation the Captain, moved to grab the Mayor. "Thank you... recruit, but I had it handled." he said to him as he restrained the Mayor in hempen ropes.
"Of that I have no doubts, Sir." each word dripping with genuine heartfelt confidence, and the guard stared at his Captain with unnatural lilac eyes as he said them.
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Ability scores: 16101212129
Name: Pearlin May
Race: Custom Lineage (Siren)
Class: Bard, College of Glamour
Region: Malachite Teardrops
Backstory: Pearlin, like all sirens that live in the Malachite Teardrops, was feared for her dual personality; One minute she can be playful and charming, especially towards men who were attracted to her charms, the next minute malicious and savage when toying with her prey before finishing them off herself. But these days, the young siren eventually got tired of being perceived as a monster. She intends to set out on the world in her human form and potentially learn more about other places that she hasn't been to other than the open ocean and the region that she has fully explored.
Type of campaign: Mix of RP, Combat and Puzzle
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Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
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Name: Stalter Larken (Stal) Class: barbarian (wild magic) Race: reborn Region: the north
Stats(point buy): Ability scores: 17913121213
Background: Haunted one
brief backstory: Stal's story isnt one of previous death, but of death to come. He grew up with a family of war heroes, people who had done incredible things for their country. Stal's family trained him to be like that, trained him on how to be strong and never back down from a fight. And so he did. he fought many great battles on the front lines against monsters, people, or any foe that threatened his people. And like all good war heroes before him, he died in battle. Although he was the strongest in his troop he died saving his comrades and died so they could all see another sunrise. He thought that would be it. That would be the end of his tale. But when you have angry enemies, they dont let you go that easy. An enemy mage, one that goes by the name Saulren, revived Stal. She manipulated his memories to believe she was the the person he was fighting for, and his original village was the enemy. And so he fought for what he THOUGHT was right, and won. Eventually she restored his memories and when she did Stal realized the horrors he committed. How he betrayed his people. He wanted to do something about it, fight back, forget, kill the people who made him do it... but he couldn't. the mage had tons of spells, and was too strong for him. even if he could sneak up on her or out wit her, she had spells to control him, like command undead, for she was a necromancer. so he couldn't do anything. And that isnt the end either. her magic infected his strength, and even without corrupted memories she can still uses Stal to this day, every so often messaging him telepathically ordering him to take a bounty or to gather materials. his life is a living hell.
Type of Campaign preferred: I have played in heavyily combat and role play focussed campaigns, and i find both extremely fun, whether it be using our silver tongues to defeat people, or bashing their brains in.
Name: Jorm Class: Druid Circle of the Elements (Homebrew) affinity toward cold. Species: Harengon Starting Area: The North. An incredibly vast wilderness of icy desolation, an ancient dwarven empire built into the Rime’s Ember mountains fights a brutal war against roving giants while numerous fey, beasts, and barbarian clans try to avoid collateral. (Barbarian, Fighter, Ranger) I thought a Harengon Druid in the north who tries to protect the fey, beasts, and woods from the constant wars. I like a balance of RP, combat, intrigue.
Campaign Preferred: Anything really, but I think it would be interesting to play in a War campaign.
Backstory: Romenor Hanali was born in the great forest 森の家, but now lives in the North. Romenor was raised from a young age to become a spellcaster. As he grew older, he discovered a secret spellbook in his deceased father's belongings. It was a book of necromancy. At the time, Romenor was to young to understand the ethically wrong uses of the book, so he used it to revive his father as an undead. This caused the spellcasting academy's professors to cast Romenor out into the North, where he now lives day-by-day working as a mercenary for the dwarves in their war against the giants.
I'm really looking forward to possibly joining this campaign. You've obviously put thought into this world, and I can't wait to explore it!
This sounds really interesting! I'll throw my hat into the ring!
Ability scores: 111610131416
If I don't like these... I'll just go with point-buy if that's alright.
Name: Zak
Race: Bugbear (and he has an animal companion, a Horned Viper)
Class: Beast Master Ranger
Starting Region: Sun-Lands
Background: Outlander
I really enjoy RP-heavy campaigns! But other than that, I'm not picky about topic matter (political intrigue, war, episodic adventures, etc.)!
Backstory: The world was out to get them. Zak was sure of it. In his mere 20 years of life he has seen the numbers of his tribe dwindle; he has seen the ever growing reluctance to move for fear of finding bands of soldiers from the north wanting to conquer them and their land. He couldn't stand to see it and something had to be done. The tribe elected him to set out to try and find out exactly why the outside world wanted them out of the way so badly. And he is going to find out why and put a stop to it, no matter what it takes.
I have a few questions. Since my character is from the nomadic tribes to the south of the Sun-Lands, is there anything important to the nomadic tribes that they are trying to defend from the invading northerners? Or what, exactly, is a part of their culture? I'd be more than happy to talk in PMs, or if it's preferred then just to change it so he's from the Sun-Lands instead.
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
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Ability scores: 111114111314
Name: Gerrit
race: tortle
class: Druid circle of spores
starting region: the White City but originally from Chult
Background: acolyte
I enjoyed heavy rp with some decent combat to bridge the gap of a campaign open to most campaigns
Backstory: as a young tortle Gerrit was made fun by his clan and turned to the enterty know as the world serpent in praise not knowing if his praise were being answered one day a group associated with the cult of the dragon arrived at his tribes home were they slaughtered his family running into the Jungle he met a lizardfolk change by the world serpent his name was Samgori he followed his teaching that the world serpent shows and now has come to this world to spread his influence.
Holy cow, this is a LOT of people. I was planning on accepting everyone who wanted to join, but I just can't at this point. I have been out of wifi or I would have said something. I'll read these and determine about 7.
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Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
Name: Buzzard Gizzard, introduces himself as the Lizard Wizard Buzzard Gizzard (even though he’s a Druid.)
Race: green dragonborn
Class: Druid
Background: Folk Hero
type of campaign: any
Backstory: Buzzard Gizzard was a simple lizard, living his life out peacefully until one day, in the woods, he was attacked by bandits. He was nearly killed, but a god of nature intervened and granted him his Druidic powers, and gave him his spellcasting focus, a staff carved in the shape of a giant chicken leg. For a few years then, he served as the protector and healer of the small town he lived in, until it was destroyed by evil raiders…and now he’s wandering.
Name & Character Link: Calsipher, The Dawn Flower.
Stats: Ability scores: 17 10 13 8 12 10
Race: Half-Elf.
Class: Sorcerer: Aberrant Mind.
Background: Deep beneath the green fathomless depths of The Dawn Sea, seated on a throne of death and bone, crowned by countless drowned stars 'it' resides. Served by a court of its' chosen dreamers, it rules over a nameless city; a city where dark things walk and madness sings. There, lost in their dreams do wayward souls come to grow twisted by their darkened reflections. Herald to the court of drowned stars, servitor to the pale serpent; exalted Calsipher gathers the wretched, downtrodden and the meek. With promises of hope and power he lures them to the dream. Sa that they too may one day see the truth.
Home: Calsipher was birth from the sea itself, a creature born to be the perfect tool for it's maker. He wandered onto the shore of an unsuspecting town of little importance, and fueled by instinct, assumed a personality and began to work. An observant predator he lured those that he could with dreams of power, turned the people of the town against its mayor and offered salvation through his master to the forgotten. The night the Captain took the mayor in, he wondered the snaking road of this new playground. There in the night, underneath the cascading light of a full moon he heard the call of something.. an ornate key. He followed the road up the hill, towards the temple that Fiona now resided over and used the key on its door. This felt fitting to him, after all, this was his masters new temple in this world.
RP Sample: A dirt road snaked through a large town, and ended atop a hill, just before a temple. A lean woman dressed in black stood at the temples' doors, she looked on as two distant figures had an argued by the wayside.
"Like morning's mist he drifted into town, innocuous and subtle," spat the Mayor, disheveled in tattered clothes. "With an inviting smile painted on his lips, he whispered words like warmed honeyed milk," each word uttered with more rage, and a healthy dose of contempt. "Lilac eyes hidden behind a cascade of golden locks beguiled us with their stare, a false trust our faux ami." he bleated.
The Captain of the Royal Guard shifted his weight with impatience, saying nothing.
"He peddled compassion... but little did we know! We allowed a serpent to make its way into our home! Poisoned the well, that viper! Then, they came in the night... those filthy lepers!" he turned red as he flailed his arms with heated vigor. "They dragged the priest out of bed, took him to the lake, and drowned him... and they didn't stop there. They burned the holy icons, and replaced the priest with that witch!" he said, pointing accusingly towards the woman that stood atop the hill. "No one goes near the temple anymore... they can't. It's Blasphemous!" he let out incredulously, almost foaming at the mouth.
After a silent moment, the Captain took his gaze off the woman and brought it back to the Mayor. "I questioned these... 'lepers', they made no mention of a 'golden haired snake'. They did however mentioned your deal with the priest," he gave pause and observed the Mayors rage vanish, replaced with a mixture of guilt, shame, and fear. "you blame this all on snakes and vipers, but it was you who sold the people snake oil." continued the Captain.
The Mayor's face drained of blood, he turned to run. His escape quickly halted by a well primed foot. Behind him stood a guard, one in an immaculate uniform, one the Captain did not recognize. After a moment of hesitation the Captain, moved to grab the Mayor. "Thank you... recruit, but I had it handled." he said to him as he restrained the Mayor in hempen ropes.
"Of that I have no doubts, Sir." each word dripping with genuine heartfelt confidence, and the guard stared at his Captain with unnatural lilac eyes as he said them.
Sounds like fun!
Name: Nasrin
Race: Lightfoot halfling
Class: Ranger - Swarmkeeper
Region: Sun lands
Campaign type: I enjoy a mix
Character sheet - https://ddb.ac/characters/90510802/swZNyo
Ability scores: 15 10 11 16 14 13
Past characters:
Cariadne - Forest of Celador
Daphyra Fuffletail - The City of Cats
DM - Geek Legends - Wild beyond the Witchlight
Leela Steadystone - Adventures in the Sands
Mirri Goldenhorn - Journeys through the Radiant Citadel
Lola Smythe-Whyte - Larkin Expedition
Daphyra - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Vanja - Binder's Hold and the Problem with the Mine
Ability scores: 16 10 12 12 12 9
Name: Pearlin May
Race: Custom Lineage (Siren)
Class: Bard, College of Glamour
Region: Malachite Teardrops
Backstory: Pearlin, like all sirens that live in the Malachite Teardrops, was feared for her dual personality; One minute she can be playful and charming, especially towards men who were attracted to her charms, the next minute malicious and savage when toying with her prey before finishing them off herself. But these days, the young siren eventually got tired of being perceived as a monster. She intends to set out on the world in her human form and potentially learn more about other places that she hasn't been to other than the open ocean and the region that she has fully explored.
Type of campaign: Mix of RP, Combat and Puzzle
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
Name: Stalter Larken (Stal)
Class: barbarian (wild magic)
Race: reborn
Region: the north
Stats(point buy): Ability scores: 17 9 13 12 12 13
Background: Haunted one
brief backstory: Stal's story isnt one of previous death, but of death to come. He grew up with a family of war heroes, people who had done incredible things for their country. Stal's family trained him to be like that, trained him on how to be strong and never back down from a fight. And so he did. he fought many great battles on the front lines against monsters, people, or any foe that threatened his people. And like all good war heroes before him, he died in battle. Although he was the strongest in his troop he died saving his comrades and died so they could all see another sunrise. He thought that would be it. That would be the end of his tale. But when you have angry enemies, they dont let you go that easy. An enemy mage, one that goes by the name Saulren, revived Stal. She manipulated his memories to believe she was the the person he was fighting for, and his original village was the enemy. And so he fought for what he THOUGHT was right, and won. Eventually she restored his memories and when she did Stal realized the horrors he committed. How he betrayed his people. He wanted to do something about it, fight back, forget, kill the people who made him do it... but he couldn't. the mage had tons of spells, and was too strong for him. even if he could sneak up on her or out wit her, she had spells to control him, like command undead, for she was a necromancer. so he couldn't do anything. And that isnt the end either. her magic infected his strength, and even without corrupted memories she can still uses Stal to this day, every so often messaging him telepathically ordering him to take a bounty or to gather materials. his life is a living hell.
Type of Campaign preferred: I have played in heavyily combat and role play focussed campaigns, and i find both extremely fun, whether it be using our silver tongues to defeat people, or bashing their brains in.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/44233226
Ability scores: 15 16 15 11 13 16
Name: Jorm
Class: Druid Circle of the Elements (Homebrew) affinity toward cold.
Species: Harengon
Starting Area: The North. An incredibly vast wilderness of icy desolation, an ancient dwarven empire built into the Rime’s Ember mountains fights a brutal war against roving giants while numerous fey, beasts, and barbarian clans try to avoid collateral. (Barbarian, Fighter, Ranger)
I thought a Harengon Druid in the north who tries to protect the fey, beasts, and woods from the constant wars.
I like a balance of RP, combat, intrigue.
Name: Romenor Hanali
Character Figure: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=507300192/
Character Sheet: Romenor Hanali's Character Sheet - D&D Beyond (dndbeyond.com)
Race: Eladirin Elf
Class: Wizard(Lv3)/Ranger(Lv2)
Stats (Rolled): 10, 17, 12, 17, 11, 10
Background: Sage
Campaign Preferred: Anything really, but I think it would be interesting to play in a War campaign.
Backstory: Romenor Hanali was born in the great forest 森の家, but now lives in the North. Romenor was raised from a young age to become a spellcaster. As he grew older, he discovered a secret spellbook in his deceased father's belongings. It was a book of necromancy. At the time, Romenor was to young to understand the ethically wrong uses of the book, so he used it to revive his father as an undead. This caused the spellcasting academy's professors to cast Romenor out into the North, where he now lives day-by-day working as a mercenary for the dwarves in their war against the giants.
I'm really looking forward to possibly joining this campaign. You've obviously put thought into this world, and I can't wait to explore it!
-Archie
This sounds really interesting! I'll throw my hat into the ring!
Ability scores: 14 13 10 11 11 10
If I don't like these... I'll just go with point-buy if that's alright.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Name: Zak
Race: Bugbear (and he has an animal companion, a Horned Viper)
Class: Beast Master Ranger
Starting Region: Sun-Lands
Background: Outlander
I really enjoy RP-heavy campaigns! But other than that, I'm not picky about topic matter (political intrigue, war, episodic adventures, etc.)!
Backstory:
The world was out to get them. Zak was sure of it. In his mere 20 years of life he has seen the numbers of his tribe dwindle; he has seen the ever growing reluctance to move for fear of finding bands of soldiers from the north wanting to conquer them and their land. He couldn't stand to see it and something had to be done. The tribe elected him to set out to try and find out exactly why the outside world wanted them out of the way so badly. And he is going to find out why and put a stop to it, no matter what it takes.
Character Sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/90546388/B3mwWL
I have a few questions. Since my character is from the nomadic tribes to the south of the Sun-Lands, is there anything important to the nomadic tribes that they are trying to defend from the invading northerners? Or what, exactly, is a part of their culture? I'd be more than happy to talk in PMs, or if it's preferred then just to change it so he's from the Sun-Lands instead.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Ability scores: 9 14 10 16 14 10
Name: Gerrit
race: tortle
class: Druid circle of spores
starting region: the White City but originally from Chult
Background: acolyte
I enjoyed heavy rp with some decent combat to bridge the gap of a campaign open to most campaigns
Backstory: as a young tortle Gerrit was made fun by his clan and turned to the enterty know as the world serpent in praise not knowing if his praise were being answered one day a group associated with the cult of the dragon arrived at his tribes home were they slaughtered his family running into the Jungle he met a lizardfolk change by the world serpent his name was Samgori he followed his teaching that the world serpent shows and now has come to this world to spread his influence.
character sheet https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/90568235
hero forge
https://www.heroforge.com
Right, so is this thing still open?
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
No idea honestly, hella post for people wanting to play though lol
When will you make a decision about who's been accepted?
Real Life Healbot
Holy cow, this is a LOT of people. I was planning on accepting everyone who wanted to join, but I just can't at this point. I have been out of wifi or I would have said something. I'll read these and determine about 7.
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
Name: Buzzard Gizzard, introduces himself as the Lizard Wizard Buzzard Gizzard (even though he’s a Druid.)
Race: green dragonborn
Class: Druid
Background: Folk Hero
type of campaign: any
Backstory: Buzzard Gizzard was a simple lizard, living his life out peacefully until one day, in the woods, he was attacked by bandits. He was nearly killed, but a god of nature intervened and granted him his Druidic powers, and gave him his spellcasting focus, a staff carved in the shape of a giant chicken leg. For a few years then, he served as the protector and healer of the small town he lived in, until it was destroyed by evil raiders…and now he’s wandering.
sheet:https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/90768022
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Lol I hate it / love it.
He’s inspired by a character from a story my brother told like three years ago.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Yeah, pretty much any game recruiting players gets a ton of applications.
Are you saying you'll make your decision around 7 o'clock today or that you're taking 7 players?
Real Life Healbot
Good luck to you all!
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
I'll choose seven players in the next hour (I don't know your time zone)
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!