Awesome, glad it helps. I was worried I wouldn't actually have what people were needing but I think I have a good variety of the sources from marketplace.
Awesome, glad it helps. I was worried I wouldn't actually have what people were needing but I think I have a good variety of the sources from marketplace.
Thank you so much! You have all I need to create the character for the campaign. It's a lot more convenient than the excel sheet I used earlier. For our DM @RippedRhinoVikings , here is the sheet:
My initial application post is here on the second page. I'll repost my backstory for convenience, though.
When Tyrian was at its height with its towers gleaming, trade routes bustling, gold flowing like water, there was House Leclair. They held a unique position among the nobility. They weren't warriors or courtiers. They were scholars, the kind of people who disappeared into their libraries for months at a time and emerged with theories that made the kingdom's infrastructure possible.
The Leclairs understood magic in ways that most wizards never bothered to attempt. While others memorized spells, the Leclairs mapped the underlying patterns. They built the containment wards that kept the Isle of Plenty stable. They developed the refinement processes that turned raw magical energy into the enchantments that kept Tyrian's cities from crumbling and its people prosperous.
Their estate was more laboratory than manor. It was filled with astrolabes, planar instruments, and texts that hurt to read if you weren't prepared for them. They were the quiet architects of Tyrian's golden age, content to work in the shadows while others took the credit.
Then the Isle shattered.
The sound reached every corner of the known world. Tyrian's economy collapsed within weeks. The king started selling everything, land, titles, favors, just to keep the kingdom functioning. But the Leclairs had nothing to sell. Their knowledge was too specialized, too theoretical. No one wanted to buy research into planar harmonics when they could barely afford bread.
The decline was brutal in its mundanity. Colleagues stopped returning letters. Funding requests were denied. Bills went unpaid. One by one, the family's libraries were sealed off, their research gathering dust. The nobles who had once sought their expertise now whispered that the Leclairs should have seen the catastrophe coming. After all, if anyone understood the Isle's magic, it was them.
By the time Lumian was born, House Leclair was a shell of its former self. The family clung to their crumbling towers and half-empty halls, living off the sale of old texts and minor enchantments. But his father never stopped believing that the family's true legacy lived on in Lumian's older sister, Aurore.
She was everything their father had hoped for; brilliant, dedicated, obsessed with the old ways. By fifteen, she was solving magical equations that had stumped the family's greatest minds. But Aurore's genius had a different focus than her ancestors'. Where they had sought to understand and control magic, she wanted to heal it. She believed that fragments of the Isle still existed, scattered across the planes, and that if she could trace their magical signature, their fundamental resonance, she might be able to call them back.
Her final experiment was meant to do exactly that.
Lumian was there when she attempted the ritual. He remembers her voice growing distant as she spoke the incantations with the runes carved into the floor blazing white-hot. Then her foci went flying from her grasp like a shooting star, and everything went silent.
Aurore was gone. Not dead, gone. Her body had been completely annihilated by the ritual's backlash. By sheer luck, a nearby soul-gem had caught her essence before it could dissipate, and now it thrums faintly with violet light whenever he holds it. She was trapped between life and death. A terrible fate.
He carries the gem with him everywhere. He's spent years trying to decode her research, following the tangled paths of her reasoning, but it's beyond him. He could never be a Wizard like her. In desperation, he's turned to darker sources of knowledge, finding a patron among the Hells who promises the power he needs to bring her back.
Lumian has paid dearly for that power. He has hunted rogue devils, retrieved infernal relics from cursed ruins, and burned heretical texts in shrines where no priest dared tread. He’s struck down summoners and scholars alike at his patron’s command, just to earn another whisper of forbidden insight. The work has left scars on his soul, but he endures them; for every contract, every spell, every favor bought with blood and fire brings him closer to bringing Aurore back.
When the king recently called for adventurers to recover the scattered fragments of the Isle, the soul-gem trembled in Lumian's hands for the first time in years. A low, harmonic hum, as if it recognized something familiar. Maybe this is his chance; to save his sister and fulfill her dream of restoring what was lost to their country.
Maybe this time, the Leclairs can succeed where they failed before.
It might help to note what their role within the party might be, because even though Serenya is a Sorcerer, I had her go Divine so she can do support and heals.
It might help to note what their role within the party might be, because even though Serenya is a Sorcerer, I had her go Divine so she can do support and heals.
And linking their application to their spot on the list.
Sorry for ghosting the chat, guys! I should have given you a warning; I had a robotics competition this weekend, and it unexpectedly took up all of my time. Didn't even have a chance to check DDB. Will get up to date on all the messages.
Sorry about that. I was super sick this Monday and forgot to close this thread.
This thread is officially closed. I have a ton of great submissions to go through, and to be honest, I regret that I can only accept a limited number of players. It might take a while for me to make a decision. I will post again to this thread when I have made my decision, so that you guys can apply to other campaigns and free up your character space.
PS: Please do not continue to post to this thread. It can confuse future readers about whether the thread is closed.
Awesome, glad it helps. I was worried I wouldn't actually have what people were needing but I think I have a good variety of the sources from marketplace.
Thank you so much! You have all I need to create the character for the campaign. It's a lot more convenient than the excel sheet I used earlier. For our DM @RippedRhinoVikings , here is the sheet:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/149233394/lYWKYD
My initial application post is here on the second page. I'll repost my backstory for convenience, though.
When Tyrian was at its height with its towers gleaming, trade routes bustling, gold flowing like water, there was House Leclair. They held a unique position among the nobility. They weren't warriors or courtiers. They were scholars, the kind of people who disappeared into their libraries for months at a time and emerged with theories that made the kingdom's infrastructure possible.
The Leclairs understood magic in ways that most wizards never bothered to attempt. While others memorized spells, the Leclairs mapped the underlying patterns. They built the containment wards that kept the Isle of Plenty stable. They developed the refinement processes that turned raw magical energy into the enchantments that kept Tyrian's cities from crumbling and its people prosperous.
Their estate was more laboratory than manor. It was filled with astrolabes, planar instruments, and texts that hurt to read if you weren't prepared for them. They were the quiet architects of Tyrian's golden age, content to work in the shadows while others took the credit.
Then the Isle shattered.
The sound reached every corner of the known world. Tyrian's economy collapsed within weeks. The king started selling everything, land, titles, favors, just to keep the kingdom functioning. But the Leclairs had nothing to sell. Their knowledge was too specialized, too theoretical. No one wanted to buy research into planar harmonics when they could barely afford bread.
The decline was brutal in its mundanity. Colleagues stopped returning letters. Funding requests were denied. Bills went unpaid. One by one, the family's libraries were sealed off, their research gathering dust. The nobles who had once sought their expertise now whispered that the Leclairs should have seen the catastrophe coming. After all, if anyone understood the Isle's magic, it was them.
By the time Lumian was born, House Leclair was a shell of its former self. The family clung to their crumbling towers and half-empty halls, living off the sale of old texts and minor enchantments. But his father never stopped believing that the family's true legacy lived on in Lumian's older sister, Aurore.
She was everything their father had hoped for; brilliant, dedicated, obsessed with the old ways. By fifteen, she was solving magical equations that had stumped the family's greatest minds. But Aurore's genius had a different focus than her ancestors'. Where they had sought to understand and control magic, she wanted to heal it. She believed that fragments of the Isle still existed, scattered across the planes, and that if she could trace their magical signature, their fundamental resonance, she might be able to call them back.
Her final experiment was meant to do exactly that.
Lumian was there when she attempted the ritual. He remembers her voice growing distant as she spoke the incantations with the runes carved into the floor blazing white-hot. Then her foci went flying from her grasp like a shooting star, and everything went silent.
Aurore was gone. Not dead, gone. Her body had been completely annihilated by the ritual's backlash. By sheer luck, a nearby soul-gem had caught her essence before it could dissipate, and now it thrums faintly with violet light whenever he holds it. She was trapped between life and death. A terrible fate.
He carries the gem with him everywhere. He's spent years trying to decode her research, following the tangled paths of her reasoning, but it's beyond him. He could never be a Wizard like her. In desperation, he's turned to darker sources of knowledge, finding a patron among the Hells who promises the power he needs to bring her back.
Lumian has paid dearly for that power. He has hunted rogue devils, retrieved infernal relics from cursed ruins, and burned heretical texts in shrines where no priest dared tread. He’s struck down summoners and scholars alike at his patron’s command, just to earn another whisper of forbidden insight. The work has left scars on his soul, but he endures them; for every contract, every spell, every favor bought with blood and fire brings him closer to bringing Aurore back.
When the king recently called for adventurers to recover the scattered fragments of the Isle, the soul-gem trembled in Lumian's hands for the first time in years. A low, harmonic hum, as if it recognized something familiar. Maybe this is his chance; to save his sister and fulfill her dream of restoring what was lost to their country.
Maybe this time, the Leclairs can succeed where they failed before.
Space.
Would it be worth creating a list of potential players and their characters?
That's A great Idea. I'll take it from here. Giving each name and a breif description. It's quite the lineup!
21! Quite A lot. Hard to choose between all of these very interesting characters! Good Luck!
Edit: Just adding some more detail and fixing mistakes. Putting The Subclasses along with them to make it a bit more clear what role they play.
Edit: Mox dropped out.
"Uh, I have Illusory Script. I think I can read that."
It might help to note what their role within the party might be, because even though Serenya is a Sorcerer, I had her go Divine so she can do support and heals.
And linking their application to their spot on the list.
Sorry for ghosting the chat, guys! I should have given you a warning; I had a robotics competition this weekend, and it unexpectedly took up all of my time. Didn't even have a chance to check DDB. Will get up to date on all the messages.
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Hope you did well at your comp dude!
Not all wanderers are lost, but I sure am.
No problem! Hope you did well
I'm going drop Mox out. I've started a different campaign. Thanks for the consideration. Good luck and have fun.
A small edit of I can, Durge is an orc.
I'll probably be playing an evoker and champion if they do get picked.
Not all wanderers are lost, but I sure am.
Edited. Still haven't decided which one?
"Uh, I have Illusory Script. I think I can read that."
It was more so I will play whichever one fits a party. I'd much rather play Durge right now, though I have miraculously never managed to play a wizard
Not all wanderers are lost, but I sure am.
Thank you for this. I was able to create my own list in a spreadsheet, this was actually super helpful.
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I currently have 22 applications on this page. I'll be closing applications this Monday or at 30, whichever comes first.
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Anytime. I Can't wait for you to decide! Good luck to all the other applicants!
"Uh, I have Illusory Script. I think I can read that."
I'll post the Creation campaign again for any new post needing help with content to build their characters
https://www.dndbeyond.com/campaigns/join/68470043745946377
What happened to closing on monday?
"Uh, I have Illusory Script. I think I can read that."
Yeah, is this still happening?
Sorry about that. I was super sick this Monday and forgot to close this thread.
This thread is officially closed. I have a ton of great submissions to go through, and to be honest, I regret that I can only accept a limited number of players. It might take a while for me to make a decision. I will post again to this thread when I have made my decision, so that you guys can apply to other campaigns and free up your character space.
PS: Please do not continue to post to this thread. It can confuse future readers about whether the thread is closed.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-