I don't think they're going to let in everybody that applies.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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The DM is going to choose the characters that they think would be best for the campaign. That's how it normally works.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Recruitment will last a couple of days, I don't know how long, and I'm going to be accepting characters based off of quality of the application, and the vibe I get from the player. I typically look through people's message history to determine if they are a proficient roleplayer and actually know how to use punctuation before accepting anybody.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Never thought of browsing the message histories! That's a sharp move. Anyone can write one good sample post but this gives you a much better sense as to how player writes in game and how they mesh with other players. I'm def stealing that trick!
Theory: Everyone's got a theory. Maybe them preachers on the corner are right and this is a punishment from the gods. Maybe some group of mystical types got too greedy and tried to pull a fast one with the order of the cosmos. Maybe it is part of a cyclic event that occurs over a period of time so vast that not even the elves have knowledge of it. Me? I think this is just a random event that no one saw coming.
Backstory: Work in Prgress.
Monologue: "Everyone has the perfect setup until they trip up and reveal their con. Then that's when I show up and ruin their day."
Never thought of browsing the message histories! That's a sharp move. Anyone can write one good sample post but this gives you a much better sense as to how player writes in game and how they mesh with other players. I'm def stealing that trick!
I primarily started doing it because I've started a lot of games that require me to communicate individually with the players to make their characters after recruitment, but I've found that it just helps in general to weed out potential disasters.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Bump. Please make sure to fully fill out the recruitment form offered, and keep chatting in here to a minimum. I will not be accepting any character submissions that don't follow the format of the form, as it gives me all the information I need to understand your character, as well as allows me to see if you'd be a good fit for the mood of the game.
I will likely close this sometime Tuesday, and will probably only be accepting three players.
Theory: life is one big test how you get through it is your choice wits strength.everyone has weaknesses eventually there gonna be exploited and wether it be for the good is your choice.
Backstory:
From the earliest days of his youth, your character's path was paved with the teachings of combat. Raised in a harsh and unforgiving environment, he was trained relentlessly in the art of warfare, his body molded into an instrument of destruction. Despite his natural fear, the weight of duty forced him to face his worst nightmare as he was drafted into the horrors of war.
In the crucible of battle, his fears transformed into a raging inferno of adrenaline. Each clash of steel and every life-or-death moment became a symphony that awakened his dormant courage. He embraced the chaos, the bloodlust pumping through his veins like a drug, for he had come to believe that there was no challenge he couldn't overcome.
In the heat of combat, he discovered a twisted sense of purpose, finding solace and a twisted joy in testing his limits against insurmountable odds. Each victory became a testament to his indomitable spirit, and each defeat only fueled his insatiable hunger for greater challenges.
While others may shrink from danger, bob thrived on it, a force of nature unleashed upon the battlefield. With each foe he vanquished, he felt the rush of power coursing through him, as if he were an unstoppable tempest incarnate. The battlefield became his proving ground, his personal arena where he reveled in the thrill of conquest.
Deep down, there may be traces of the lingering fears that plagued him in the past, but they have been buried beneath the weight of his newfound confidence. Now, he roams the world, seeking out new adversaries and challenges that will push him to his limits, for he believes that in the crucible of combat, he is unstoppable and destined for glory
Monologue: I stumble to the local detectives office I entered the room with a grace that resembled a drunken flamingo attempting a tightrope walk." Got any jobs for me"
The detective looked at me up and down like a lion observing its prey"I don't think the detective business is for you buddy maybe check the job board that's better fit for.....someone of your size"
Thanks I say leaving the room like a bull in a China shop
I walk to the job board with a seriousness that could rival a penguin strutting its way to a black-tie gala.
Walk up to the job board nothing but missing cats and paper boy ads I clench my gist with enough force the crush a human skull
A man walks by me noticing my deminior "need a job he says"
"Yeah what you need"
Well you see he says with a stutter "this group of men they stole my wedding ring and the detective s won't do anything about it"-"say no more" I interrupt him
"Where" he points to an alley not far there is clearly a group if men sitting there next to a door all laughing with one of them tossing an object around I don't think before I act I walk over the men see me immediately all pulling something out and hiding behind there backs probably a weapon I think I grab a man and throw him against a wall turning to the others with boiling rage bubbling and frothing like a pot of spaghetti sauce left unattended on a high-powered jet engine.They pull out daggers I throw the man at them before they can act I walk over stepping on them as I go and grab the item the an was throwing around clearly a ring I ask the man "this it"
Y-yes he says scared "here" I hand it to him " but wait your payment"
"Just wanted a fight I say".
I quickly gain a reputation as the giant looking for a fight Word of the news spread faster than a wildfire fueled by gossip, racing through town like a cheetah on roller skates. I started doing jobs for free beating up gangs left and right until INE day I get a job different from all else I smirk as I get up on my way to the job.
Note: I will not be role playing him as a bloodthirsty monster who only wants to fight most of the backstory was reflecting his rage ability as a barbarian
Class/Species: Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5/ V. Human (Observant)
Theory: The moths are not the threat, not really. They are the heralds. Heralds of something huge, something horrible, something that can only exist in the Darkness. When that thing comes, Ray will stand. He will fight it, with all the Light he has.
Backstory:
Before the moths, Ray's father was a cleric of the god of the Light. He taught Ray the beauty of Light, and of the horrible things that lurk in Darkness and seek to extinguish it. When Ray was young, the moths came, and proved just how right his father was. His family was devoured. The moths were attracted to them more than anybody, not only because of the Light around them, but because of the Light in their souls. He only survived by being hidden away in a dark shelter beneath his house. He stayed in the Darkness for nearly a week, expecting to return to a world of Light when he came out. He never got to see that world. Some say he still has Light in his eyes, a kind of Light the wretched moths can't locate. He puts that Light to good use, seeing things others can't see, hunting creatures and people of the Darkness that none other could find. He has learned the ins and outs of fighting shadows, and he's well-regarded as a private eye against such threats. He hopes, one day, he will defeat enough Darkness for the Light to come back. He hopes, because what does Light have in a City of Darkness but hope?
Monologue:
"Nyx, they call me. A name like a starless sky, like a Darkness blacker than ash. They see my skills, and they think me just another shadow in the night. They couldn't be more wrong. I do not survive in this world because I walk the Darkness. Not because I embrace it, as so many others have done. I survive in this world of night by striving against it. Nyx, they call me, because they think I am a shadow. But that is not my name. Ray, they should call me, because I am what kills the shadows.
"I can't show my true Light, the moths make sure of that. But a few people say that they can see it when they look into my eyes. Only a few."
Notes/Questions:
At first, I thought that Gloom Stalker could be a bit overpowered considering the setting. And then I saw my rolls, and then I saw the notable nerf to spellcasting, and I figured it might not be so bad. If you don't want a Gloom Stalker, I'd prefer you to tell me sooner rather than later so that I can submit a different character. I've got a couple ideas floating around that I think could work well in the setting.
I tried to get the name as noir-y as possible within a certain theme. The first name is Ray, as in ray of light, and the last name is an epithet of the Greek god Apollo that means "bright one" (also the male form of Phoebe). The nickname is the Greek goddess of night and darkness. I'd like for it to stay within that general theme, but I'm completely open to workshopping something that sounds better to you.
Will the firearms characters have be worked out after characters are selected? I picture Ray with a magnum, but that's a 500gp piece of equipment, so maybe just a revolver or akimbo handguns. Also, what parts of the pdf you provided will be allowed? Just the firearms themselves, or also the feats/spells/fighting styles/class?
I'm active on the non-PbP parts of the forum, so you might find it a bit difficult to see how I RP by going through my posts. Here are the campaigns I am/have been in, if you want to peruse. Keep in mind that I (like to think I) can be pretty flexible, based on setting.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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A response to Quar1on's questions, 'cause I'm not bothering quoting all that.
1. Dahh, I don't really care. Sure, gloom stalker's good, but combat isn't gonna be a huge part of the game, I don't think. I don't really care about balance too much in my games.
2. Name's fine, 's all chill.
3. If you begin with a martial ranged weapon, you may replace it with a martial firearm without the mounted, overheat, or explosive properties, unless it's really your character's vibe, in which case go off. If you begin with a simple ranged weapon, same deal. Also, you begin with enough ammo for 2 reloads worth, rounded to the nearest integer of 10.
4. Wacky.
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I don't think they're going to let in everybody that applies.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Damn ok
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Maybe off who replay first or on the character s
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The DM is going to choose the characters that they think would be best for the campaign. That's how it normally works.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
Recruitment will last a couple of days, I don't know how long, and I'm going to be accepting characters based off of quality of the application, and the vibe I get from the player. I typically look through people's message history to determine if they are a proficient roleplayer and actually know how to use punctuation before accepting anybody.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Never thought of browsing the message histories! That's a sharp move. Anyone can write one good sample post but this gives you a much better sense as to how player writes in game and how they mesh with other players. I'm def stealing that trick!
I don't think ima get in I've only done to a little and my punctuation is almost non existant
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I do it because I don't really see a point unless its absolutely necessary like a comma every once in a while and I use punctuation in MT hb
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Ability scores: 12 13 10 17 9 15
Ability Scores: Above
Name, pronouns, age: Bjorn "Steel Bear" Stahle, male, Age: 103.
Class/Species: Ranger (Gloom Stalker)/ Sea Elf (Mordenkainen's version)
Theory: Everyone's got a theory. Maybe them preachers on the corner are right and this is a punishment from the gods. Maybe some group of mystical types got too greedy and tried to pull a fast one with the order of the cosmos. Maybe it is part of a cyclic event that occurs over a period of time so vast that not even the elves have knowledge of it. Me? I think this is just a random event that no one saw coming.
Backstory: Work in Prgress.
Monologue: "Everyone has the perfect setup until they trip up and reveal their con. Then that's when I show up and ruin their day."
Bjorn "Steel Bear" Stahle's Character Sheet - D&D Beyond (dndbeyond.com)
Cats go Moo!
I primarily started doing it because I've started a lot of games that require me to communicate individually with the players to make their characters after recruitment, but I've found that it just helps in general to weed out potential disasters.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I understand you have the power to produce INFINITE COOKIES! (old post of yours.)
Cats go Moo!
Bump. Please make sure to fully fill out the recruitment form offered, and keep chatting in here to a minimum. I will not be accepting any character submissions that don't follow the format of the form, as it gives me all the information I need to understand your character, as well as allows me to see if you'd be a good fit for the mood of the game.
I will likely close this sometime Tuesday, and will probably only be accepting three players.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Ability Scores: (after modifiers)20,13,14,9,11,12
Name, pronouns, age: bob axehold,he/him,52
Class/Species: goliath, barbarian
Theory: life is one big test how you get through it is your choice wits strength.everyone has weaknesses eventually there gonna be exploited and wether it be for the good is your choice.
Backstory:
From the earliest days of his youth, your character's path was paved with the teachings of combat. Raised in a harsh and unforgiving environment, he was trained relentlessly in the art of warfare, his body molded into an instrument of destruction. Despite his natural fear, the weight of duty forced him to face his worst nightmare as he was drafted into the horrors of war.
In the crucible of battle, his fears transformed into a raging inferno of adrenaline. Each clash of steel and every life-or-death moment became a symphony that awakened his dormant courage. He embraced the chaos, the bloodlust pumping through his veins like a drug, for he had come to believe that there was no challenge he couldn't overcome.
In the heat of combat, he discovered a twisted sense of purpose, finding solace and a twisted joy in testing his limits against insurmountable odds. Each victory became a testament to his indomitable spirit, and each defeat only fueled his insatiable hunger for greater challenges.
While others may shrink from danger, bob thrived on it, a force of nature unleashed upon the battlefield. With each foe he vanquished, he felt the rush of power coursing through him, as if he were an unstoppable tempest incarnate. The battlefield became his proving ground, his personal arena where he reveled in the thrill of conquest.
Deep down, there may be traces of the lingering fears that plagued him in the past, but they have been buried beneath the weight of his newfound confidence. Now, he roams the world, seeking out new adversaries and challenges that will push him to his limits, for he believes that in the crucible of combat, he is unstoppable and destined for glory
Monologue: I stumble to the local detectives office I entered the room with a grace that resembled a drunken flamingo attempting a tightrope walk." Got any jobs for me"
The detective looked at me up and down like a lion observing its prey"I don't think the detective business is for you buddy maybe check the job board that's better fit for.....someone of your size"
Thanks I say leaving the room like a bull in a China shop
I walk to the job board with a seriousness that could rival a penguin strutting its way to a black-tie gala.
Walk up to the job board nothing but missing cats and paper boy ads I clench my gist with enough force the crush a human skull
A man walks by me noticing my deminior "need a job he says"
"Yeah what you need"
Well you see he says with a stutter "this group of men they stole my wedding ring and the detective s won't do anything about it"-"say no more" I interrupt him
"Where" he points to an alley not far there is clearly a group if men sitting there next to a door all laughing with one of them tossing an object around I don't think before I act I walk over the men see me immediately all pulling something out and hiding behind there backs probably a weapon I think I grab a man and throw him against a wall turning to the others with boiling rage bubbling and frothing like a pot of spaghetti sauce left unattended on a high-powered jet engine.They pull out daggers I throw the man at them before they can act I walk over stepping on them as I go and grab the item the an was throwing around clearly a ring I ask the man "this it"
Y-yes he says scared "here" I hand it to him " but wait your payment"
"Just wanted a fight I say".
I quickly gain a reputation as the giant looking for a fight Word of the news spread faster than a wildfire fueled by gossip, racing through town like a cheetah on roller skates. I started doing jobs for free beating up gangs left and right until INE day I get a job different from all else I smirk as I get up on my way to the job.
PM me TOMATO let the games begin
Thomas the train
Our Friend Bob
That is my oh so glorious nickname according to drummer
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/173323-barbarian-wars
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Wow, those are truly horrible. But I think I can make them work...
Name, pronouns, age: Ray "Nyx" Phoebus, he/him, mid-30s
Class/Species: Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5/ V. Human (Observant)
Theory: The moths are not the threat, not really. They are the heralds. Heralds of something huge, something horrible, something that can only exist in the Darkness. When that thing comes, Ray will stand. He will fight it, with all the Light he has.
Backstory:
Before the moths, Ray's father was a cleric of the god of the Light. He taught Ray the beauty of Light, and of the horrible things that lurk in Darkness and seek to extinguish it. When Ray was young, the moths came, and proved just how right his father was.
His family was devoured. The moths were attracted to them more than anybody, not only because of the Light around them, but because of the Light in their souls. He only survived by being hidden away in a dark shelter beneath his house. He stayed in the Darkness for nearly a week, expecting to return to a world of Light when he came out. He never got to see that world.
Some say he still has Light in his eyes, a kind of Light the wretched moths can't locate. He puts that Light to good use, seeing things others can't see, hunting creatures and people of the Darkness that none other could find. He has learned the ins and outs of fighting shadows, and he's well-regarded as a private eye against such threats. He hopes, one day, he will defeat enough Darkness for the Light to come back. He hopes, because what does Light have in a City of Darkness but hope?
Monologue:
"Nyx, they call me. A name like a starless sky, like a Darkness blacker than ash. They see my skills, and they think me just another shadow in the night. They couldn't be more wrong. I do not survive in this world because I walk the Darkness. Not because I embrace it, as so many others have done. I survive in this world of night by striving against it. Nyx, they call me, because they think I am a shadow. But that is not my name. Ray, they should call me, because I am what kills the shadows.
"I can't show my true Light, the moths make sure of that. But a few people say that they can see it when they look into my eyes. Only a few."
Notes/Questions:
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
A response to Quar1on's questions, 'cause I'm not bothering quoting all that.
1. Dahh, I don't really care. Sure, gloom stalker's good, but combat isn't gonna be a huge part of the game, I don't think. I don't really care about balance too much in my games.
2. Name's fine, 's all chill.
3. If you begin with a martial ranged weapon, you may replace it with a martial firearm without the mounted, overheat, or explosive properties, unless it's really your character's vibe, in which case go off. If you begin with a simple ranged weapon, same deal. Also, you begin with enough ammo for 2 reloads worth, rounded to the nearest integer of 10.
4. Wacky.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."