Backstory; Arthur was a knight who almost killed. He then decided to become a healer, but he does not know which god or goddess to pledge his loyalty to.
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Hi. I'm a 14 year old student looking to play D&D. If you don't have a problem with me, I would gladly join your session!
As Dawnlord Wintermoon, that wise old elf and your fatherly spiritual guide for the past year, always says, “Everyone deserves a second chance in life, and every life can be useful in the eyes of the goddess.” Each of you, though some come from various difficult, dark, or sometimes less than honorable, backgrounds has chosen to devote your life in service to the goddess of light, Usoara. Unfortunately, your beloved sanctuary, the Second Sun temple, has been closed down. It was deemed no longer worth the cost of keeping open since so few believers visited that remote location so far from civilization. Dawnlord Wintermoon has instructed you, his loyal band of redeemed believers, first year novices all, to meet him here at the Basilica, where you will find a new home and worthwhile service to the goddess and her people.
Now, after a long journey, you are finally arriving at the largest temple to Usoara in all of the land of Eloth. Here, in the great city of Wickham, lies the beautiful Lichfield Basilica, built by the hands of the faithful from granite, marble, and precious stones brought by devout pilgrims from near and far. The gold covering of the dome is breathtaking as the early morning light sparkles across it. The entire gorgeously carved temple seems to preside over the east end of the large market square with its many-colored small outdoor booths scattered across the mosaic stonework. All around the square rise sprawling stone buildings fronted by marbled pillars. Despite the early hour, people fill the square, setting up stalls and spreading rugs with their wares to be sold for the day. A haunting melody of voices lifted in harmony praising the goddess Usoara rises from the Basilica. Large wooden doors, easily 12 feet high, stand open in the center of the intricately decorated front face of the church. You see a courtyard with a lovely fountain within. Slightly to the right of the main doors are a much smaller set of double doors, elaborately carved with gold-leafed wooden motifs of the sun goddess and her worshipers. These doors are protected by two glaive wielding sacred honor guards in ceremonial white and yellow tabards with prominent sunbursts on the front. They let no one through. The stone steps of the basilica await you.
"And we have finally arrived!"says Quill Caerulens, the brown-haired, brown-eyed human of 26 who stands in shiny scale mail. Neither handsome nor ugly, fat nor thin, pale nor dark-skinned, tall nor short, he does, however, have quite the mind. Or so it would seem, for his aptitude for his studies has been remarked upon even by Dawnlord Wintermoon.
Quill adjusts his pack while glancing at the others.
I'm a bit nervous. I've been shunted from one monastery to another for several years. Finally the Second Sun temple felt like a home. Now yet another place to get used to and more people to get to know? I look nervously behind me and to the left and right. I go to climb the steps, eyeing the glaive-wielding guards and the fascinating doors behind them carefully. I am almost through the gate and into the courtyard before my curiosity gets the better of me. I walk right up to them, and ask "Excuse me, but what are you guarding?"
I take in the grandeur of the Basilica, mildly astonished at the extent of its elaborate beauty. "So this is home," I mutter softly to myself. I say it again. "This is home." I do so as if I'm trying to convince myself of something I'd rather not believe. Typically confident and eager to take on the unknown, I feel a bit unnerved this morning. My homesickness for the Second Sun, my unfamiliarity with Wickham, and my weariness from the long journey have taken their toll on me. "Truth be told, I'd rather not ascend these stairs alone." I look about, hoping to see one of the others who, like me, are being reassigned.
I approach the steps with caution, ready to dart into the shadows. The small, dusky skinned, forest gnome walks with the group while warily looking at the temple guards. "We are supposed to be here, we were sent. No worries" I say to myself, just above a whisper.
(Changed Kenku to Forest Gnome to accommodate the setting better)
Demoiselle let out an "Ah!" of wonder as she saw the grandeur of the temple. The tall, slender redhead blinked as she heard one of her companions express wariness, "I will stand by you, Brother." She murmured in her soft, vaguely foreign accent. In truth, Demoiselle was also nervous and missed Dawnlord Wintermoon, but she attempted to seem more confidant than she felt.
"Well, Quill, you don't seem too put off by the change of scenery," I remark. Gesturing toward the stairs, I jokingly say to him, "Why don't you lead the way? I figure we'll make our best impression if the brightest mind of the Second Sun stands at the front of our little entourage."
But then I notice that Esvaris has already made his grand entrance to the Lichfield Basilica. "Never underestimate the speed of a monk, I suppose."
I cast a quick glance at Demoiselle. I nod and smile, thankful for her short but effective words of encouragement.
As Forest ambles up he pulls his hood forward more to hide his light blue skin and looks at the area. He is home sick for the trees. Guess this will be my new home. At least it will not burn as easy. Guess I should look for the others and get settled.
Esvaris: The taller guard on the right, keen grey eyes assessing your sword for a moment, clearly dismisses you as a nuisance, rather than a threat. "Back away from the holy gate, elf. Only His Worship, High Lord Emeritus, may grant access." Then he ignores you completely.
Demoiselle and Quiqwin: Just as you are assending the flight of about twenty stone stairs and about half way up, someone rushing up the stairs slams into you causing his overloaded armful of books and papers to go flying into the air and scattering in swoops and loops down the steps. (Make a Strength or Dex check to see if you are knocked prone. Must succeed against: 2) The curly brown haired young man, who is still growing into his overly broad shoulders, looks shocked and embarrassed. He starts to stammer an apology while pushing his small round spectacles up his nose, then gasps at the mess of papers. Frantically he chases after them, slipping on fallen books and occasionally tripping over his own large booted feet. His robes identify him as a second year novice within the temple.
"Well, Quill, you don't seem too put off by the change of scenery," I remark. Gesturing toward the stairs, I jokingly say to him, "Why don't you lead the way? I figure we'll make our best impression if the brightest mind of the Second Sun stands at the front of our little entourage."
But then I notice that Esvaris has already made his grand entrance to the Lichfield Basilica. "Never underestimate the speed of a monk, I suppose."
I cast a quick glance at Demoiselle. I nod and smile, thankful for her short but effective words of encouragement.
Quill smiles sheepishly, not sure if Simeon jokes or not.
I hop off the wagon we rode in on, stretching my back. My small halfling stature hidden in the shadow of the wagon. A simple little man of brown hair and simple garb. I look around and gaze up at our new home. As I look up to the stairs, I ask the fellow devotees “why would there need to be guards in such a wonderful place?” I reach in the wagon and grab my pack. I look it over to make sure nothing came up missing after the short nap I had taken on the way in. All my holy items and items from my former life are inside. I think to myself, “never know when I good sharp dagger is going to come in handy, especially if I ever get any mail.”
I begin to follow the group up the stairs, trailing behind all the others. I watch as the guards hold fast at the gate. I approach and contact the guards after Esvaris’ attempt. “Good morning good sirs, we are here to join in the celebration of light of our fair Usoara. Our spiritual leader at our former temple had sent us. Are you familiar with Dawnlord Wintermoon? He set out before our journey and should have already arrived.”
The avalanche of books and papers created by the collision between my fellow clerics and the clumsy novice brings a temporary end to all my self-reflection and doubt. I do what I can to help the fellow collect his things. Naturally curious, I scan the title of any book that I pick up on his behalf. "If you'd like a second set of arms to carry your library, we'd be happy to help, sir,"I say, hoping my colleagues won't be too annoyed that I just volunteered them for their first good deed of the day.
I am a bit taken aback, feeling I had been more than polite to the guards, just as Dawnlord Wintermoon instructed me to be. I briefly consider playing some sort of joke on them, but I think better of it on observing the sharpness of their glaives. As Korlan approaches, I bend to whisper "Good luck getting an answer out of these guys, they are totally stuck up" in his ear before running back to the main entrance, and turning to make sure my friends are coming.
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IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
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Name; Arthur Dogmoon
Class; Fighter (Eldritch Knight) 2, Cleric (Life Domain) 1
Alignment; Chaotic Good
Backstory; Arthur was a knight who almost killed. He then decided to become a healer, but he does not know which god or goddess to pledge his loyalty to.
Hi. I'm a 14 year old student looking to play D&D. If you don't have a problem with me, I would gladly join your session!
Recruitment for this thread is closed, thank you to everyone who offered a character!
Clerical Heirs Intro:
As Dawnlord Wintermoon, that wise old elf and your fatherly spiritual guide for the past year, always says, “Everyone deserves a second chance in life, and every life can be useful in the eyes of the goddess.” Each of you, though some come from various difficult, dark, or sometimes less than honorable, backgrounds has chosen to devote your life in service to the goddess of light, Usoara. Unfortunately, your beloved sanctuary, the Second Sun temple, has been closed down. It was deemed no longer worth the cost of keeping open since so few believers visited that remote location so far from civilization. Dawnlord Wintermoon has instructed you, his loyal band of redeemed believers, first year novices all, to meet him here at the Basilica, where you will find a new home and worthwhile service to the goddess and her people.
Now, after a long journey, you are finally arriving at the largest temple to Usoara in all of the land of Eloth. Here, in the great city of Wickham, lies the beautiful Lichfield Basilica, built by the hands of the faithful from granite, marble, and precious stones brought by devout pilgrims from near and far. The gold covering of the dome is breathtaking as the early morning light sparkles across it. The entire gorgeously carved temple seems to preside over the east end of the large market square with its many-colored small outdoor booths scattered across the mosaic stonework. All around the square rise sprawling stone buildings fronted by marbled pillars. Despite the early hour, people fill the square, setting up stalls and spreading rugs with their wares to be sold for the day. A haunting melody of voices lifted in harmony praising the goddess Usoara rises from the Basilica. Large wooden doors, easily 12 feet high, stand open in the center of the intricately decorated front face of the church. You see a courtyard with a lovely fountain within. Slightly to the right of the main doors are a much smaller set of double doors, elaborately carved with gold-leafed wooden motifs of the sun goddess and her worshipers. These doors are protected by two glaive wielding sacred honor guards in ceremonial white and yellow tabards with prominent sunbursts on the front. They let no one through. The stone steps of the basilica await you.
"And we have finally arrived!" says Quill Caerulens, the brown-haired, brown-eyed human of 26 who stands in shiny scale mail. Neither handsome nor ugly, fat nor thin, pale nor dark-skinned, tall nor short, he does, however, have quite the mind. Or so it would seem, for his aptitude for his studies has been remarked upon even by Dawnlord Wintermoon.
Quill adjusts his pack while glancing at the others.
And that's all I have to say about that.
I'm a bit nervous. I've been shunted from one monastery to another for several years. Finally the Second Sun temple felt like a home. Now yet another place to get used to and more people to get to know? I look nervously behind me and to the left and right. I go to climb the steps, eyeing the glaive-wielding guards and the fascinating doors behind them carefully. I am almost through the gate and into the courtyard before my curiosity gets the better of me. I walk right up to them, and ask "Excuse me, but what are you guarding?"
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
Simeon Grey
I take in the grandeur of the Basilica, mildly astonished at the extent of its elaborate beauty. "So this is home," I mutter softly to myself. I say it again. "This is home." I do so as if I'm trying to convince myself of something I'd rather not believe. Typically confident and eager to take on the unknown, I feel a bit unnerved this morning. My homesickness for the Second Sun, my unfamiliarity with Wickham, and my weariness from the long journey have taken their toll on me. "Truth be told, I'd rather not ascend these stairs alone." I look about, hoping to see one of the others who, like me, are being reassigned.
I approach the steps with caution, ready to dart into the shadows. The small, dusky skinned, forest gnome walks with the group while warily looking at the temple guards. "We are supposed to be here, we were sent. No worries" I say to myself, just above a whisper.
(Changed Kenku to Forest Gnome to accommodate the setting better)
Demoiselle let out an "Ah!" of wonder as she saw the grandeur of the temple. The tall, slender redhead blinked as she heard one of her companions express wariness, "I will stand by you, Brother." She murmured in her soft, vaguely foreign accent. In truth, Demoiselle was also nervous and missed Dawnlord Wintermoon, but she attempted to seem more confidant than she felt.
Simeon Grey
"Well, Quill, you don't seem too put off by the change of scenery," I remark. Gesturing toward the stairs, I jokingly say to him, "Why don't you lead the way? I figure we'll make our best impression if the brightest mind of the Second Sun stands at the front of our little entourage."
But then I notice that Esvaris has already made his grand entrance to the Lichfield Basilica. "Never underestimate the speed of a monk, I suppose."
I cast a quick glance at Demoiselle. I nod and smile, thankful for her short but effective words of encouragement.
Demoiselle returned the smile and momentarily lay a hand on Simeon's shoulder. "Let's go, then." She murmured and started onto the stairs.
As Forest ambles up he pulls his hood forward more to hide his light blue skin and looks at the area. He is home sick for the trees. Guess this will be my new home. At least it will not burn as easy. Guess I should look for the others and get settled.
Esvaris: The taller guard on the right, keen grey eyes assessing your sword for a moment, clearly dismisses you as a nuisance, rather than a threat. "Back away from the holy gate, elf. Only His Worship, High Lord Emeritus, may grant access." Then he ignores you completely.
Demoiselle and Quiqwin: Just as you are assending the flight of about twenty stone stairs and about half way up, someone rushing up the stairs slams into you causing his overloaded armful of books and papers to go flying into the air and scattering in swoops and loops down the steps. (Make a Strength or Dex check to see if you are knocked prone. Must succeed against: 2) The curly brown haired young man, who is still growing into his overly broad shoulders, looks shocked and embarrassed. He starts to stammer an apology while pushing his small round spectacles up his nose, then gasps at the mess of papers. Frantically he chases after them, slipping on fallen books and occasionally tripping over his own large booted feet. His robes identify him as a second year novice within the temple.
Dex: 19
And that's all I have to say about that.
Korlan
I hop off the wagon we rode in on, stretching my back. My small halfling stature hidden in the shadow of the wagon. A simple little man of brown hair and simple garb. I look around and gaze up at our new home. As I look up to the stairs, I ask the fellow devotees “why would there need to be guards in such a wonderful place?” I reach in the wagon and grab my pack. I look it over to make sure nothing came up missing after the short nap I had taken on the way in. All my holy items and items from my former life are inside. I think to myself, “never know when I good sharp dagger is going to come in handy, especially if I ever get any mail.”
I begin to follow the group up the stairs, trailing behind all the others. I watch as the guards hold fast at the gate. I approach and contact the guards after Esvaris’ attempt. “Good morning good sirs, we are here to join in the celebration of light of our fair Usoara. Our spiritual leader at our former temple had sent us. Are you familiar with Dawnlord Wintermoon? He set out before our journey and should have already arrived.”
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Quill frowns, trying to recall if the guards have any special religious purpose, or are just there for practical reasons.
Religion: 8
And that's all I have to say about that.
Simeon Grey
The avalanche of books and papers created by the collision between my fellow clerics and the clumsy novice brings a temporary end to all my self-reflection and doubt. I do what I can to help the fellow collect his things. Naturally curious, I scan the title of any book that I pick up on his behalf. "If you'd like a second set of arms to carry your library, we'd be happy to help, sir," I say, hoping my colleagues won't be too annoyed that I just volunteered them for their first good deed of the day.
Esvaris
I am a bit taken aback, feeling I had been more than polite to the guards, just as Dawnlord Wintermoon instructed me to be. I briefly consider playing some sort of joke on them, but I think better of it on observing the sharpness of their glaives. As Korlan approaches, I bend to whisper "Good luck getting an answer out of these guys, they are totally stuck up" in his ear before running back to the main entrance, and turning to make sure my friends are coming.
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
Smiling, Quill comes over to help the second-year novice after seeing whether he is accepting of Simeon's offer.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Demoiselle winced at the poor boy tripping over himself. She nodded in agreement with Simeon.