Long, long ago, magic existed. It was a gift given from the powers above to their chosen heroes and worshippers. It could fix all of your problems in minutes, whether that was lighting a city or destroying armies. It was beautiful and powerful–unlocking worlds of wonder. But it wasn’t perfect–it had one weight to drag it down. Not everyone could use it–it wasn’t an everyday convenience. So the lightbulb was invented–was it wrong for ordinary people to want some magic of their own? Then transport vehicles. One day the Web, the next the FTL plane. Magic was slowly oppressed and sent down to the lowest levels of society. Skyscrapers and metal birds filled the planets until these once-magical beings had conquered their galaxy. Total population estimates ranged from five to ten quintillion people. Planets ranged from sprawling cities to woodlands and deserts. Monsters still live, for as long as there is magic, there are monsters. Dark with light, yin with yang. However, most have been integrated with society–it’s not uncommon to find kenku begging in the streets or gnolls working in a factory. Technology is at its peak while magic is at its valley.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Alphariun, from the race of long forgotten wood elves, some of his kin have gone in recession to the furthest confines of the world. But a small group, including Alphariun himself have resisted, and adapted to the buzzing metropolis, using their skills they have created a Spies Guild, where the finest assassin's reside. Alphariun as an individual has always been quiet and scheming using the newly adapted tech to infiltrate the Inner circles of the city. But one day, while raiding a mining complex he was intercepted by cloaked figures from his own organization, although who sent them is still a mystery today. What happened after was a complete bloodbath, they attacked him and banished him from the Guild, and cut of his left eye as a sign of demise. Ever since, he has been wandering the cities, alone with an old bionic eye that cost him his whole fortune.
Alphariun, from the race of long forgotten wood elves, some of his kin have gone in recession to the furthest confines of the world. But a small group, including Alphariun himself have resisted, and adapted to the buzzing metropolis, using their skills they have created a Spies Guild, where the finest assassin's reside. Alphariun as an individual has always been quiet and scheming using the newly adapted tech to infiltrate the Inner circles of the city. But one day, while raiding a mining complex he was intercepted by cloaked figures from his own organization, although who sent them is still a mystery today. What happened after was a complete bloodbath, they attacked him and banished him from the Guild, and cut of his left eye as a sign of demise. Ever since, he has been wandering the cities, alone with an old bionic eye that cost him his whole fortune.
(OOC: cool! Could I have the link + access to Alphariun's character sheet? I wanna make a campaign page)
Haha! I got you to click here! I'm an Evoker who loves D&D, roleplaying, and Magic. My characters might "accidentally" kill yours. Consider this an advance warning. If a vex randomly spawns in and starts attacking you, it's probably me. Also, the Minecraft devs really need to add Illusioners to bedrock.
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
The large city-planet of Tricanti is a rather unknown one–but then again, it’s hard to compete with hundreds of other planets. However, it is where your story begins. It’s ‘ruled’ by a Duke, but the crime factions truly own it all. All five of the districts–East, West, North, South, and Center have their own criminals–from thugs to assassins. Everyone is associated with them in some way. So it’s no surprise that at 0400 (4 AM), you receive a message from one of them. A ding sounding from your messager becomes constant. Someone really wants to get through to you.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Haha! I got you to click here! I'm an Evoker who loves D&D, roleplaying, and Magic. My characters might "accidentally" kill yours. Consider this an advance warning. If a vex randomly spawns in and starts attacking you, it's probably me. Also, the Minecraft devs really need to add Illusioners to bedrock.
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
The large city-planet of Tricanti is a rather unknown one–but then again, it’s hard to compete with hundreds of other planets. However, it is where your story begins. It’s ‘ruled’ by a Duke, but the crime factions truly own it all. All five of the districts–East, West, North, South, and Center have their own criminals–from thugs to assassins. Everyone is associated with them in some way. So it’s no surprise that at 0400 (4 AM), you receive a message from one of them. A ding sounding from your messager becomes constant. Someone really wants to get through to you.
(OOC: A messager is a small phone-like device that receives messages and calls.)
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
A thuggish man fills the screen, glaring at you with sunken yellow eyes like those of snakes. "Congratulations. You've been hired. Come to-" and a set of directions pops up on your screen-"this location now. If you don't, you're dead. Don't worry, you'll get paid." He hangs up, and you can see on your screen a picture of a card. Thug Thobson, it reads. Criminal Specialist.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
I silently listen to the whole conversation, my eyes gleaming with suspicion as I see the events unfold. Begrudgingly I follow Mentis, I ready my daggers and start walking the same path
I silently listen to the whole conversation, my eyes gleaming with suspicion as I see the events unfold. Begrudgingly I follow Mentis, I ready my daggers and start walking the same path
(OOC: alr mentis and alphariun how do you know each other? also I'm gonna bot for the other 2 until they can post)
After a two-hour-long trip, you eventually make it to a small alley tavern, The Blue-Eyed Venin, on an ancient brick street in the middle of one of Tricanti's most violent neighborhoods. Rowdy voices and dim light come from inside the tavern, and as you walk up, you feel very medieval, the word from all of those ancient tales on paper about kings and knights and dragons. Walking into the tavern, you easily spot the man who called you, as he's the only person eight feet tall. "Come! Sit, my friends!" he bellows, and you notice that two others, a dragonborn and a fire genasi, are already sitting next to him.
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Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
"Who are you" I say as I look up from an ancient manuscript.
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Don't click the spoiler...
Haha! I got you to click here! I'm an Evoker who loves D&D, roleplaying, and Magic. My characters might "accidentally" kill yours. Consider this an advance warning. If a vex randomly spawns in and starts attacking you, it's probably me. Also, the Minecraft devs really need to add Illusioners to bedrock.
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
Can I have a brief character description and ability scores from everyone?
1st-level characters (multiclassing permitted)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
Alphariun, from the race of long forgotten wood elves, some of his kin have gone in recession to the furthest confines of the world. But a small group, including Alphariun himself have resisted, and adapted to the buzzing metropolis, using their skills they have created a Spies Guild, where the finest assassin's reside. Alphariun as an individual has always been quiet and scheming using the newly adapted tech to infiltrate the Inner circles of the city. But one day, while raiding a mining complex he was intercepted by cloaked figures from his own organization, although who sent them is still a mystery today. What happened after was a complete bloodbath, they attacked him and banished him from the Guild, and cut of his left eye as a sign of demise. Ever since, he has been wandering the cities, alone with an old bionic eye that cost him his whole fortune.
(OOC: cool! Could I have the link + access to Alphariun's character sheet? I wanna make a campaign page)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/123286484
Also my stats are
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/123356943
Don't click the spoiler...
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
Extended sig here
Can I have Torin's backstory? (It's fine if you don't want to write one)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
The large city-planet of Tricanti is a rather unknown one–but then again, it’s hard to compete with hundreds of other planets. However, it is where your story begins. It’s ‘ruled’ by a Duke, but the crime factions truly own it all. All five of the districts–East, West, North, South, and Center have their own criminals–from thugs to assassins. Everyone is associated with them in some way. So it’s no surprise that at 0400 (4 AM), you receive a message from one of them. A ding sounding from your messager becomes constant. Someone really wants to get through to you.
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
I added a backstory
Don't click the spoiler...
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
Extended sig here
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/123840891
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
The large city-planet of Tricanti is a rather unknown one–but then again, it’s hard to compete with hundreds of other planets. However, it is where your story begins. It’s ‘ruled’ by a Duke, but the crime factions truly own it all. All five of the districts–East, West, North, South, and Center have their own criminals–from thugs to assassins. Everyone is associated with them in some way. So it’s no surprise that at 0400 (4 AM), you receive a message from one of them. A ding sounding from your messager becomes constant. Someone really wants to get through to you.
(OOC: A messager is a small phone-like device that receives messages and calls.)
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
Who is this? What do you wish? - I say in a serious tone as a frown builds up on my face.
I wake up to a ring, I assume it was my alarm. But when I checked, it wasn't! I set my alarm for 5 am, it's 8 am! I'm late, I'm late!
I wonder...what was that sound then? I check my phone to see a messager call, "Oh I see...*ding!* Who is it? Hello? HELLOOOOO????"
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
A thuggish man fills the screen, glaring at you with sunken yellow eyes like those of snakes. "Congratulations. You've been hired. Come to-" and a set of directions pops up on your screen-"this location now. If you don't, you're dead. Don't worry, you'll get paid." He hangs up, and you can see on your screen a picture of a card. Thug Thobson, it reads. Criminal Specialist.
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
Oh well, okay then. I go towards the location.
OoC: My character is a little too trusting tbh
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
I silently listen to the whole conversation, my eyes gleaming with suspicion as I see the events unfold. Begrudgingly I follow Mentis, I ready my daggers and start walking the same path
(OOC: lol trusting characters are the best because then you get to fight more things)
(OOC: alr mentis and alphariun how do you know each other? also I'm gonna bot for the other 2 until they can post)
After a two-hour-long trip, you eventually make it to a small alley tavern, The Blue-Eyed Venin, on an ancient brick street in the middle of one of Tricanti's most violent neighborhoods. Rowdy voices and dim light come from inside the tavern, and as you walk up, you feel very medieval, the word from all of those ancient tales on paper about kings and knights and dragons. Walking into the tavern, you easily spot the man who called you, as he's the only person eight feet tall. "Come! Sit, my friends!" he bellows, and you notice that two others, a dragonborn and a fire genasi, are already sitting next to him.
Religious frisbee player, writer and goofball. Some may say professional for the latter.
Extended sig here.
DM: Westeros - A Homebrew D&D Campaign, Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign
Player: Marcus Aquillus Arcade (Quil) - 1st Rogue - Pax Romana
"Are you sure that you want to cast fireball?" - me, just before the wizard kills the entire party
"Who are you" I say as I look up from an ancient manuscript.
Don't click the spoiler...
Great, now that you have clicked the spoiler, you know all about me! See you in the PbP thread. :)
Extended sig here
I roll up a small scroll I was reading on the walk here, "Watcha want?" I say that in a giddy tone.
My eyes go to the 8 ft tall person, "Oh wow, you're tall WOW."
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(