One more thing (for backstory stuff). Since this is taking place on the infinite staircase, that means some weird interdimensional stuff.
Just prepare accordingly backstory wise.
I don't want to have "Much" backstory, I'm thinking animal "tamer" (Like a circus lion tamer) that ended up as a scout for a militia, stumbled into a wild magic zone and their Misty Step went haywire.
If everyone is set, we'll start on Monday next week since I have some stuff going on on the weekend. I'll try to come on every day to post and keep it going, but I can't guarantee every day.
Dolus leans in, eyes gleaming like twin moons dipped in ink, voice low and syrup-slick.
"Aight, dig this — we’re the crew you didn’t see comin’. The kind that walks in like a rumor and leaves like a legend.”
He gestures with a feathered hand, each motion a beat in the groove.
“Me? I’m Dolus Avis. Sixteen years of shadowstep swagger, conwork charm, and gadgeteering genius. I don’t cast spells — I cast doubt. I don’t swing steel — I swing stories. And baby, I don’t lie… I just rearrange the truth.”
He pops a finger, then nods to the others. Opening his beak he asks.
“Now let’s hear the rest of the jam. Who’s in this band of beautiful misfits? Lay it down, cats — name, game, and what makes you groove.”
A rather non-descript halfling sits among a group, nothing physically different from any other Lightfoot that can be encountered throughout the multi-verse. If you have ever only seen one halfling, you would swear this was them. Brown eyes shine with the curiosity his species is known for. He won't be the life of the party, but his participation on conversations is more than noticeable, and he gets around to everyone. The probing questions he poses and the heartfelt affirmations at your stories, tales, and answers put most people at ease.
"Tell me more about your people? I've read that meat for Orc feasts have to be specially prepared over several days. Does everyone in your village believe this too? Oh-How-interesting! Do tell me more of that ritual you are performing? Does it have to be my blood, or just the blood of any short-folk? I once saw something similar done by a tribe of lizard-folks from the swamps. Are there other historical records to capture these details? The ruins of your ancestors are just over that hill-Lead on my friend!"
"Oh, about myself? Well, I don't usually talk about myself. However, I am Zozzie-von-Bartok ("Bartok, if you please, I prefer that."), seeker of understanding. Recently finished my studies at university, how boring was that, do you know what I mean? What's the most boring event you could think of? There is just so much more you can learn from interacting with people!" Bartok is not the stereo-typical academic associated with many scholarly folks. As often as a journal is in his hands, there is just as much chance of a bow (or a short sword). "I'd prefer to hear about your culture first-hand. If you'd prefer to be aggressive though, I will happily record my observations after the fact. Although my spin on the event will obviously be biased at that point I am sorry to say."
Rye stares absently at the others. Nervous, lost, scared, but stoic. "I'm Rye, like whiskey." She says at length, before awkwardly adding "I'm not sure about all this, but I'll try and keep you safe while we're together"
Rye is an Eladrin, multiple scars from deep scratches and cuts. She's very plain aside from her weapon, which is a gilded leather warwhip with flecks of glass and metal embedded along its length
Dolus leans in, eyes gleaming like twin moons dipped in ink, voice low and syrup-slick.
"Aight, dig this — we’re the crew you didn’t see comin’. The kind that walks in like a rumor and leaves like a legend.”
He gestures with a feathered hand, each motion a beat in the groove.
“Me? I’m Dolus Avis. Sixteen years of shadowstep swagger, conwork charm, and gadgeteering genius. I don’t cast spells — I cast doubt. I don’t swing steel — I swing stories. And baby, I don’t lie… I just rearrange the truth.”
He pops a finger, then nods to the others. Opening his beak he asks.
“Now let’s hear the rest of the jam. Who’s in this band of beautiful misfits? Lay it down, cats — name, game, and what makes you groove.”
Nail’dend (Nail for short) leans in as the others speak. The noble eladrin always listens carefully, a habit from time in their father’s court. They smile at the halfling’s questions, and nod towards the warforged and eladrin (recognizing kindred spirits with experience of the Fey).
Nail is less sure of Dolus, his confidence sending alarm bells. Although, Nail has been known to take risks to prove themselves. “Working with this rogue might be interesting,” they think.
Each of you gain consciousness inside different rooms. Each room has no door and they all appear to be tailored to yourself. Your own personal paradise of a room. You have not met each other yet. You don’t remember how you got into this room, just that you were doing something and you appeared in your room.
One more thing (for backstory stuff). Since this is taking place on the infinite staircase, that means some weird interdimensional stuff.
Just prepare accordingly backstory wise.
I'll go Rolled:
Ability scores: 8 14 16 10 11 14
D&D since 1984
My character "Zero" is all set.
D&D since 1984
My ability Scores = Ability scores: 12 10 11 12 17 13
I'll be putting who he is together and will be done hopefully by 2morow, at the latest
Going to try a roll for stats. Ability scores: 14 7 16 13 18 11
Updated with these scores (First time I've ever dumped charisma. This should be fun)
I don't want to have "Much" backstory, I'm thinking animal "tamer" (Like a circus lion tamer) that ended up as a scout for a militia, stumbled into a wild magic zone and their Misty Step went haywire.
I'm all set, was a bit behind but Dolus Avis is ready for anything.
If everyone is set, we'll start on Monday next week since I have some stuff going on on the weekend. I'll try to come on every day to post and keep it going, but I can't guarantee every day.
Scratch that, we can start now.
Introduce your characters. But first one thing, at the start of the campaign they haven't met yet.
Dolus Avis Narration.
Dolus leans in, eyes gleaming like twin moons dipped in ink, voice low and syrup-slick.
"Aight, dig this — we’re the crew you didn’t see comin’. The kind that walks in like a rumor and leaves like a legend.”
He gestures with a feathered hand, each motion a beat in the groove.
“Me? I’m Dolus Avis. Sixteen years of shadowstep swagger, conwork charm, and gadgeteering genius. I don’t cast spells — I cast doubt. I don’t swing steel — I swing stories. And baby, I don’t lie… I just rearrange the truth.”
He pops a finger, then nods to the others. Opening his beak he asks.
“Now let’s hear the rest of the jam. Who’s in this band of beautiful misfits? Lay it down, cats — name, game, and what makes you groove.”
Be aware this is purely for an understanding of the team, the actual campaign story hasn't started
(Cool. And THANKS for the directions. In PBP it can get confusing and your directions HELP ALOT!!)
ZERO is a Warforged Druid
D&D since 1984
A rather non-descript halfling sits among a group, nothing physically different from any other Lightfoot that can be encountered throughout the multi-verse. If you have ever only seen one halfling, you would swear this was them. Brown eyes shine with the curiosity his species is known for. He won't be the life of the party, but his participation on conversations is more than noticeable, and he gets around to everyone. The probing questions he poses and the heartfelt affirmations at your stories, tales, and answers put most people at ease.
"Tell me more about your people? I've read that meat for Orc feasts have to be specially prepared over several days. Does everyone in your village believe this too? Oh-How-interesting! Do tell me more of that ritual you are performing? Does it have to be my blood, or just the blood of any short-folk? I once saw something similar done by a tribe of lizard-folks from the swamps. Are there other historical records to capture these details? The ruins of your ancestors are just over that hill-Lead on my friend!"
"Oh, about myself? Well, I don't usually talk about myself. However, I am Zozzie-von-Bartok ("Bartok, if you please, I prefer that."), seeker of understanding. Recently finished my studies at university, how boring was that, do you know what I mean? What's the most boring event you could think of? There is just so much more you can learn from interacting with people!" Bartok is not the stereo-typical academic associated with many scholarly folks. As often as a journal is in his hands, there is just as much chance of a bow (or a short sword). "I'd prefer to hear about your culture first-hand. If you'd prefer to be aggressive though, I will happily record my observations after the fact. Although my spin on the event will obviously be biased at that point I am sorry to say."
Rye stares absently at the others. Nervous, lost, scared, but stoic. "I'm Rye, like whiskey." She says at length, before awkwardly adding "I'm not sure about all this, but I'll try and keep you safe while we're together"
Rye is an Eladrin, multiple scars from deep scratches and cuts. She's very plain aside from her weapon, which is a gilded leather warwhip with flecks of glass and metal embedded along its length
I'm a funky counterfeiter, Kenku Artificer.
Nail’dend (Nail for short) leans in as the others speak. The noble eladrin always listens carefully, a habit from time in their father’s court. They smile at the halfling’s questions, and nod towards the warforged and eladrin (recognizing kindred spirits with experience of the Fey).
Nail is less sure of Dolus, his confidence sending alarm bells. Although, Nail has been known to take risks to prove themselves. “Working with this rogue might be interesting,” they think.
That is everyone! Let’s start!
Each of you gain consciousness inside different rooms. Each room has no door and they all appear to be tailored to yourself. Your own personal paradise of a room. You have not met each other yet. You don’t remember how you got into this room, just that you were doing something and you appeared in your room.