The world of Aslsperd is never how it should be, constant wars break out, towns leveled, gods turning a blind eye to all of this, or helping to burn the world beyond where it is. Life is never easy, and typically, it ends before forty years of life, brutally and cruelly. There is a creeping darkness, a sight that watches from the trees. Something that invokes fear, something that levels the earth, something that burns, something that sends armies of darkness and hatred, something beyond normal, something. This world is always in constant fear, people always suffer, magic is stripped, people are jailed. The swords always go back to hit the hide of the weak, and no one is there to stop that. You will die, no matter what you do, there is no hope for you; just sit down at the frontlines and let them shoot you, you know you will die, even if you try to be a hero, you will either become the villain or die.
And so, in this crumbling world filled with ashes and death, in this pitiful place that you live in, you were found, known as unnatural, and hated. You might try to become a hero, but it wont work out; there is a darkness set into you by the blades of those who hated you, a hatred that burns as always. Everything will burn, so stop trying. You are no more likely to survive than anyone else, and no more of a hero. Now, whatever that darkness is, it is hidden, and you are in the town of Sivileonx, a town know for it’s peace that resides, even when the darkness encroaches. This town is safe for now.
Sivileonx History:
Sivileonx, a town known for peace, with a long history about why and where it is, and what it was. It was originally the place where most wars were fought, like the Great War of Conquest, a war that had many, many tribes and groups of people at arms, one in which people were trying to take the town for it’s terrain and weaponsmiths that would be favorable in war. The town was nearly taken by people who we do not still remember, yet it survived. The war was started by a god, once a god of allyship, turned to a god of self-serving, as the god took their allies, and put them into a war for childish dreams of conquest. Perhaps this will repeat, as most things do.
Sivileonx was not all wars though, for it had bustling markets, and groups of people that would fight for each other. And so the town built shields and keeps, for defense with minimal offence. They never conquered, they instead gave to others, like in the Gift of Avantreious, where the ruler at the time, Avantreious, a large dragonborn, gifted the town Aspenfield food in supplies when they had none.
When you came to where you are now, you where no longer hated, you had this peace, if only for a bit, and you found others like you. You may have known them in the past, or just have met them right now, though you formed a party, a group of adventurers, though those who must have had no hope of being heroes.
This is the world you live in, and this is always going to be the world, with your scars of the past to remind you
Rules:
Gore is allowed, so long as it is not excessive.
Please censor swears.
Please do not talk about modern stuff in character, this is meant to be set in the 1400s.
Please don't murder everything.
Keep it PG-13, maybe a bit over, but nothing too mature.
No intimate scenes, keep those in PMs or black out.
Be kind.
Please roll in here, and set it on reroll ones always.
Hello unlikely heroes to this world of darkness, I hope that you enjoy it :3
Now, it starts where dnd usually starts; a tavern.
You are all in the Aspenfield's Inn, a large tavern that the materials where gifted to make by Aspenfield soon after the Gift of Avantreious, and all of you happen to be sitting in the same table, drinks and food being served to other tables. Maybe it's time to start a party with these new people, to survive the wars breaking out outside of Sivileonx?
Rosaline observes those at her table quietly for a moment... warriors, mostly. One guy who looks like he's probably a wizard. An interesting, eclectic group, to be sure. She does hope that someone here knows some healing abilities, though.
She takes a swig of some foul-smelling concoction, then sets it down almost gently as she makes eye contact with the others briefly. She isn't hostile. She's just studying them carefully. Finally she breaks the silence.
"I suppose one of us should make the first introduction," she says. "My name is Rosaline... or Inquisitor Blackridge, if you feel inclined to be especially formal."
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Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
I adjust my Chestplate, ears twitching. “My name is Maxwell, I am a Paladin from a nearby temple and I have come to save you all.” I look like a mix between Tabaxi and Human, my ears are cat-like and I had a tail but I had a human face and body.
"Ale would be a good start" states the extremely short blue eyed male. "Then bring us some pickled vegetables. Do you have meat pies available?" The 4' tall human (who is nearly as wide as he is tall) turns to the group and introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Bluemoon, practitioner of the mystical & culinary arts."
Bluemoon hops up onto a chair placing his backpack, festooned with pots, pans and cooking utensils next to him on the floor.
Puthak sits at one of the table ends, needing the room as the biggest of the group. He is a 8ft tall Goliath, and next to him he has an assortment of weapons.
"Two ales for me please, thank you" he says with a harsh voice. "I'm Puthak"
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Aeliaz sits in silence towards the middle of the table and noticing the other group members introducing themselves, politely joins in. “Greetings fellow travelers, I am Aeliaz the Aarakokra ranger.” After this brief introduction, Aeliaz turns to the bartender and asks, “can I get a glass of your best ale as well good sir?”
”I would like to have a glass of ale too, barkeeper?” I say to the barkeeper. I turn to the party, “Out of curiosity, why is everyone here? I am here on a noble quest gifted to me by an upper being.
Lore:
The world of Aslsperd is never how it should be, constant wars break out, towns leveled, gods turning a blind eye to all of this, or helping to burn the world beyond where it is. Life is never easy, and typically, it ends before forty years of life, brutally and cruelly. There is a creeping darkness, a sight that watches from the trees. Something that invokes fear, something that levels the earth, something that burns, something that sends armies of darkness and hatred, something beyond normal, something. This world is always in constant fear, people always suffer, magic is stripped, people are jailed. The swords always go back to hit the hide of the weak, and no one is there to stop that. You will die, no matter what you do, there is no hope for you; just sit down at the frontlines and let them shoot you, you know you will die, even if you try to be a hero, you will either become the villain or die.
And so, in this crumbling world filled with ashes and death, in this pitiful place that you live in, you were found, known as unnatural, and hated. You might try to become a hero, but it wont work out; there is a darkness set into you by the blades of those who hated you, a hatred that burns as always. Everything will burn, so stop trying. You are no more likely to survive than anyone else, and no more of a hero. Now, whatever that darkness is, it is hidden, and you are in the town of Sivileonx, a town know for it’s peace that resides, even when the darkness encroaches. This town is safe for now.
Sivileonx History:
Sivileonx, a town known for peace, with a long history about why and where it is, and what it was. It was originally the place where most wars were fought, like the Great War of Conquest, a war that had many, many tribes and groups of people at arms, one in which people were trying to take the town for it’s terrain and weaponsmiths that would be favorable in war. The town was nearly taken by people who we do not still remember, yet it survived. The war was started by a god, once a god of allyship, turned to a god of self-serving, as the god took their allies, and put them into a war for childish dreams of conquest. Perhaps this will repeat, as most things do.
Sivileonx was not all wars though, for it had bustling markets, and groups of people that would fight for each other. And so the town built shields and keeps, for defense with minimal offence. They never conquered, they instead gave to others, like in the Gift of Avantreious, where the ruler at the time, Avantreious, a large dragonborn, gifted the town Aspenfield food in supplies when they had none.
When you came to where you are now, you where no longer hated, you had this peace, if only for a bit, and you found others like you. You may have known them in the past, or just have met them right now, though you formed a party, a group of adventurers, though those who must have had no hope of being heroes.
This is the world you live in, and this is always going to be the world, with your scars of the past to remind you
Rules:
Gore is allowed, so long as it is not excessive.
Please censor swears.
Please do not talk about modern stuff in character, this is meant to be set in the 1400s.
Please don't murder everything.
Keep it PG-13, maybe a bit over, but nothing too mature.
No intimate scenes, keep those in PMs or black out.
Be kind.
Please roll in here, and set it on reroll ones always.
Hello unlikely heroes to this world of darkness, I hope that you enjoy it :3
Now, it starts where dnd usually starts; a tavern.
You are all in the Aspenfield's Inn, a large tavern that the materials where gifted to make by Aspenfield soon after the Gift of Avantreious, and all of you happen to be sitting in the same table, drinks and food being served to other tables. Maybe it's time to start a party with these new people, to survive the wars breaking out outside of Sivileonx?
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
Rosaline observes those at her table quietly for a moment... warriors, mostly. One guy who looks like he's probably a wizard. An interesting, eclectic group, to be sure. She does hope that someone here knows some healing abilities, though.
She takes a swig of some foul-smelling concoction, then sets it down almost gently as she makes eye contact with the others briefly. She isn't hostile. She's just studying them carefully. Finally she breaks the silence.
"I suppose one of us should make the first introduction," she says. "My name is Rosaline... or Inquisitor Blackridge, if you feel inclined to be especially formal."
Unhappy that the market got rid of individual purchases for one-off subclasses, magic items, and monsters?
Provide feedback!
I adjust my Chestplate, ears twitching. “My name is Maxwell, I am a Paladin from a nearby temple and I have come to save you all.” I look like a mix between Tabaxi and Human, my ears are cat-like and I had a tail but I had a human face and body.
I will use red text to indicate OOC talk.
Vortuna Skullforge: a Rabbit Human Druid
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Fellow follower of the Jeff the Evil Roomba cult and the founding member of the Mimi the Mimic Queen cult.
All Hail Mimi!
Eiralba looks up, head cocked. She peers, reptilian, at the human before speaking.
"I am Eiralba. Amusing, us- looks to me they put all the mis-fits together."
She tears the meat off a porkchop, then braces the bone against the table to snap it and get at the marrow.
"Good!"
Cheerfully, she pops the bone apart and begins scraping through it with a tooth to collect the marrow, curiously peering at the others as she does.
The Barkeep, a stout dwarf, waves to all of you future heroes "What ya all want?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
"Ale would be a good start" states the extremely short blue eyed male. "Then bring us some pickled vegetables. Do you have meat pies available?" The 4' tall human (who is nearly as wide as he is tall) turns to the group and introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Bluemoon, practitioner of the mystical & culinary arts."
Bluemoon hops up onto a chair placing his backpack, festooned with pots, pans and cooking utensils next to him on the floor.
Cats go Moo!
The barkeep pours out a glass of ale and hands it to Bluemoon
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
Puthak sits at one of the table ends, needing the room as the biggest of the group. He is a 8ft tall Goliath, and next to him he has an assortment of weapons.
"Two ales for me please, thank you" he says with a harsh voice. "I'm Puthak"
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Aeliaz sits in silence towards the middle of the table and noticing the other group members introducing themselves, politely joins in. “Greetings fellow travelers, I am Aeliaz the Aarakokra ranger.”
After this brief introduction, Aeliaz turns to the bartender and asks, “can I get a glass of your best ale as well good sir?”
The dwarf pours the three glasses of ale for Aeliaz and Puthak "Here's your ale, hope ya enjoy it, both of ya"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
”I would like to have a glass of ale too, barkeeper?” I say to the barkeeper. I turn to the party, “Out of curiosity, why is everyone here? I am here on a noble quest gifted to me by an upper being.
Vortuna Skullforge: a Rabbit Human Druid
Join: Prisoner 13: a D&D official adventure
Fellow follower of the Jeff the Evil Roomba cult and the founding member of the Mimi the Mimic Queen cult.
All Hail Mimi!
The dwarf pours him a glass of ale
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
"Water, barkeep. And a shank of lamb."
Eiralba rests back a bit before adding,
"I'm here for work, why else? Whatever'll put coin in my pocket and meat on my plate."
The barkeep hands them the lamb and water
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread