A clear, sunny day, people going about their normal lives. Cheerful, unaware. Worshipping at the temple, selling goods, working hard. Then, a shadow passes overhead, gone by the time anyone looks up. The sound of marching boots approaching, the rumble of an army driven for conquest. And then, everything goes silent, deadly still. Then, the roar of a great beast thunders across the land. A torrent of flame sweeps down upon the people, and the armies of these great beasts charge forth to reclaim what is theirs. The dragons have awoken, and they are ready for war.
Hello all,
My name is Raccoon_Master, also known as Raccoon, and I am excited to announce I am starting to recruit players for the playtest of an epic campaign using the 2024 rules that I am designing known as Chromatic Conquest. Maybe it will end up on DMsguild one day, maybe I’ll publish it, who knows? Whatever the case may be, I am seeking brave heroes to venture forth and stop the draconic armies that threaten the land, and win the war before all is lost. Now, I am not at the stage where I can just run the whole game through with a playtest group, but I am looking to playtest small sections of the adventure, such as singular quests or levels.
If you are chosen for the group, you will have the chance to build a relatively balanced group of characters (both in party dynamics and in mechanical effectiveness) to see how the game runs. Keep in mind, this has never been playtested before, and I will ask feedback at the end of each section to get to know your thoughts. If you are interested, read the “Group Expectations” and “How to Apply” sections, which should tell you everything you need to know. With all that out of the way, let’s dig into some of the details.
Group Expectations and Information:
I am looking for a group of roughly five players who like a balance of combat, social interaction, and exploration. The main goal is bonding and fun. I am looking for thoughtful and skilled players experienced with roleplay and the game itself.
The tone of the game is very action and story-oriented, with an epic feel. In this story, you are heroes, or at least powerful but morally gray protagonists. You may face some hard decisions, and the truth and reality of the war itself is most assuredly a catalyst for character change, whether that be negative or positive.
Posting expectations are once every 48 hours while we are actively play-testing a segment of the campaign, but I require you check the thread at least once every 24 hours to keep yourself updated. If something comes up, let me know and I will give you an extension on that 48 hour limit, depending on how much time you need.
No T.R.A.S.H (Transphobia, Racism, Ableism/Ageism, Sexism, or Homophobia). Period. If this comes up, I will take those players involved into a PM, and we can talk it out peacefully like adults. Be willing to accept responsibility and both forgive and apologize.
The game will be around PG-13, since to be on this site you are supposed to be over the age of thirteen. Nothing gory or sexually explicit, but considering the story is about war and vengeance, players may have to face some themes that would be uncomfortable for a kid to deal with. We will be using X’s cards, session zeroes, all that (I’ll provide info and such when the group is getting started).
NOTE: I may elect to run multiple groups, depending on how many there are, as well as the enthusiasm and quality of the applications. You may run through some of the same stuff, some different stuff, we’ll have to see. Most likely I'll have a mechanics group where I playtest monsters and a story group where I playtest the actual story and adventure.
How to Apply:
Unlike many PBP’s, we will not be making characters for applications. Once the group is decided, we will make a balanced party so that way all manner of characters can challenge the adventure (if I only ever play-tested with a party full of barbarians, that wouldn’t be a very good adventure, would it?). Instead, provide the following information:
About yourself: Who you are, preferred pronouns, experience with tabletop, preferred play-style,
Story prompts: Write a one paragraph story for two of the prompts of your choice presented below. For simplicity's sake, write from the perspective of a fantasy, heroified version of yourself, the point of the prompts is to see how you write and tell stories, not to showcase a certain character concept.
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
You have stumbled upon a dragon hatchery filled with baby dragons. They’re so cute and innocent, but you know that if you let them live, they could grow to be horrible monsters. What do you do when faced with this dilemma? Is your prerogative to play with the cute little critters, or is it to advocate for or against their slaughter?
Finally, you’ve made it. You fought long and hard, and lost many along the way, but your final challenge is before you, and it’s time to end this. How do you inspire your companions in the face of death? Do you deliver a rousing speech, cast one last blessing spell on the group, or do you simply prepare yourself, ready to defend your allies when the time comes?
The battle has been hard, but its almost done. You are sole member of your party standing, and the boss looms over you. What does your final attack look like, and what consequences does it have for you, the rest of the party, or even the world?
Themes: What themes and tone would you like to explore? Do you want a game that involves learning hard moral lessons, or are you just here for the ride? It’s meant to provide a little something for everyone. And the point of the playtest is to make it balanced and fun, so whatever you want, I’m sure we can find a way to incorporate it.
Recruitment ends August 16th, and I'll choose players then. If you have any questions, let me know!
Hi, UK based, He/Him. I'm possibly a little older than many, I cut my teeth on 3.5 but then stopped for a while. I've been playing 5E for a couple of years now, some PBP and some live. My live play is all DM now so it would be nice to be a player for a change (the group I DM for are my daughters and their partners, some of who are playing for the first time). As for playstyle, I'm happy with most things - combat, social or exploration. I can do the strong silent type, or the one who never stops asking questions.
About yourself: Who you are, preferred pronouns, experience with tabletop, preferred play-style,
My gaming identity is Harknail (use this on all gaming sites), any pronouns are fine. I'm old in years, but still a kid at heart.
I've been playing D&D since before AD&D was released. I've played every version since, some more than others. I've also played a variety of other fantasy games, as well as Science Fiction and Superhero games. I've been playing play by post games for well over a decade now. I check for new posts a few times a day. I used to have 2 nights a week for in person games, but since covid all my gaming is online. I'm currently running a couple of real time online games (D&D 5e and Hero System Champions 6e).
Story Prompts:
The battle has been hard, but its almost done. You are sole member of your party standing, and the boss looms over you. What does your final attack look like, and what consequences does it have for you, the rest of the party, or even the world?
Mika, Flint, Rico, they're all dead or nearly so. It's just me left, and to tell the truth, I'm not going to last long either, even if the big bad in front of me suddenly dropped dead from his accumulated wounds. I have to bet it all in one desperate move while I can still move. It's all or nothing, no chance to try again, and even if it works, no chance to survive. But it's the best chance to finish this...
I charge the big bad, but instead of retreating from his spear thrust, I take it in my belly, and keep charging forward, the shaft of the spear sliding though my guts, locking his spear in pace so he can't parry when I stab him though the heart. As the world starts to go dark, my hand slipping from my sword still lodged in the big bad's chest, my last though is wondering if it worked, or if the big bad had someway to survive a sword in his chest. I guess I'll never know...
Themes: What themes and tone would you like to explore? Do you want a game that involves learning hard moral lessons, or are you just here for the ride? It’s meant to provide a little something for everyone. And the point of the playtest is to make it balanced and fun, so whatever you want, I’m sure we can find a way to incorporate it.
Mostly here for the ride. Like combat, mixed on puzzles, not good with political intrigue, love slice of life roleplaying. OK with hard choices, when warned in advance (so I can make an appropriate character). The choices may not be optimal... For example some of my characters would kill baby dragons without a second thought, others would try to raise them to be good dragons.
I'm looking forward to making a balanced group, where the characters are made to complement each other, covering each other's weak spots.
About yourself: Who you are, preferred pronouns, experience with tabletop, preferred play-style,
He/Him. Full grown adult many years out of college and a family of my own. Got into DnD fairly recently (about 1.5 years ago) but got obsessed pretty quickly. Went straight to homebrewing entire worlds for my friends where I am the DM. Because of this my knowledge of official DnD worlds is limited. My preferred playstyle is in person, then live virtual, then pbp. However with my kids, my free time is measured in seconds not hours so pbp is like 95% of how I play dnd. I’m usually very responsive and will post multiple times a day. (Located in US - EST)
Story prompts:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms…
The air stank of smoke and fire, the air so hot it burned my lungs with each sob. This pain however, was nothing… nothing at all compared to the sharp jolts in my heart. I cradled my sweet Fortuna’s head in my lap, her blood warm against my hands. I whispered a prayer to any god that might be listening, but not for her life… that was beyond even their ability now, but for her spirit to find the peace it so deserved. I pressed my forehead to hers and swore, in every language I knew, that I would burn every dragon a thousand times more than they had to her. When I rose, sword in hand, my grief had become a blade sharper than steel.
Finally, you’ve made it...
The portal loomed ahead, nothing but a swirling mix of colors could be seen, yet we hesitated and trembled as another monstrous roar could be heard from the other side. My companions look to me, their armor dented, eyes shadowed with loss. I raise my staff high into the air so the amulet with our company’s sigil could be seen and let my voice cut through the clamor: “We’ve fought, we’ve bled, and we’ve buried friends—but we are still here. Today, we end this. Our losses brought us to this point of no return. Tonight we repay every drop of pain, agony, and suffering they have caused us. Tonight, Hell itself will fear us!”
Themes:
I like a healthy mix of combat and opportunities for roleplaying. Having an adventure with meaningful choices that actually have an impact and not just a “no matter what you say or do, you end up at the same point”. I like real risks and not being surrounded by plot armor. Riddles and Puzzles are awesome, but only if the clues aren’t ridiculously obscure or from something a month ago (in real world time). I am not a fan of dealing with politics (in game or out), it always just seems to be full of bigotry and condescension.
About me: I'm a cis male ally he/him, been playing D&D for 28 years now. I'm a forever DM but I come here to do PBP to experience playing at other peoples' tables.
I'm not sure if you wanted to stories with a single prompt or one story across two prompts, so you get 3.
1st prompt: "Danni no! No! This can't be the way this ends" *He sobs, the sob of a heart that can't find its dance partner. Lost, scared, cold, he looks up. Taking the pendant he gave them those years ago and trying it to the pommel of his sword. He allows himself a moment, but there is still work to be done* "We keep going... Together. I'll see you on the other side my love." *He says as he rises from the floor, a new resolve, a renewed fire, ready to bring a new dawn*
2nd prompt: *He clutches the small group of dragonlings in his arm, presenting them to the gathered group.* "It's not our place to end such young life. We know they can become monsters of legend, but do we not believe in nurture? Is it that far fetched to hope of a world where the dragons and us are bound in mutual respect and harmony?"
3rd and 4th together: *He stood, bloodied, nearly beaten, their party lying strewn about on the cliff side as the beast's head loomed menacingly.* "Pitiful" *He heard it say, staring down at the broken blade in his hands, but there he caught the glimpse of Danni's locket, the symbol of their love. He chuckles, a moment rings clear in his mind and he begins to sing* "The rain can fall, the sun may shine, it matters not when there's friends and wine" *The simple pub song they all sang after their first victory. The rest of the party begins to join in, they stagger to their feat. He takes the sword and as he reaches the chorus he leaps! Flying into the dragons maw with a heavenly fire. Come victory or death it all ends today, no glory, no game, just purpose. One final blow, winner take all.* "I'm coming Danni" *He whispers as everything goes black...*
Okay themes: I like humanity in the face of adversity themes. Survival+romance, war+friendship. Finding the calm in the chaos. I have nearly no triggers outside of the TRASH as you called it so I'm DFW
“Why? Why kill them? What crime have they committed, apart from being born?” He looked at the others, standing between them and the newborns. “You say all chromatics are evil, and a threat, or is that just your prejudice showing? You can’t know what they will become.” As the others moved a little closer he carried on “You claimed that all Drow were evil, yet Jysnill stands among you, and you call him friend, put your prejudice aside and think!”
“So, here we are, the end is nigh” you think as you look around. You take in the faces around you, the small group of strangers who have now become your friends, allies and maybe a kind of family. Orym the trickster, always causing mayhem; Aired, the quiet one, with his thousand yard stare, seeing something you don’t; Glorandal who’s the opposite and never shuts up; and Adamar, your leader, in his shining armour that never dulls. You all take a few moments rest, checking your equipment, making sure it’s ready. Adamar speaks, his voice solid “So, are you bunch of oddballs ready?” Several replies are shouted, mostly profane; all except Aired who just loosens his blade in its scabbard and stares at something only he sees.
Themes:
Anything goes. Combat is good although I prefer it to have meaning rather than just hack & slash. Exploring new places and meeting new folks, trying to figure out who's trustworthy, and who isn't. Moral dilemmas, a bit of intrigue, not always winning - it's all good!
About yourself: Age- lets just say I remember a time when TV didn't come in colour. Pronouns- Traditionally he/they.....these days occasionally she/they but honestly any will do. Been playing RPGs since I was approx 10......so that's over four and a half decades at this point. Though D&D only for the last 10 years or so....I play TTRPGs for the story, interaction and the ability to live in someone elses skin for a spell.
Story prompts:
Mandawuy stared at the crimson stained grass upon which Daku's crushed body lay, he could not bring himself to lift his eyes to the ruin that had once been his husbands careworn visage. He pitched down onto the earth digging his fingers into the ground as a strangled cry left his body before he caught himself and drew a loud ragged singular breath. After several minutes he raised his head and looked out across the tableau of devastation, he was not alone in loss today, there were others out there among the ruins and burning homes some of which might still draw breath. H e reached down and, with gritted teeth and focused eyes pried the wedding ring off of his husbands hand and tucked it away next to his heart. He had only to follow the sound of wailing to know where he was needed. Don't waste time feeling sorry for yourself, there's those who don't have that time to spare.....that's what Daku had told him when they'd lost Kimber, and again when the Black Watch fell....and so here he was, not wasting time. He dug a knuckle in to the corner of his eye and straightened himself, a woman weeping....below the border wall and behind the mill...he looked back for a moment at Daku then moved at pace towards the sounds of crying....
Abet stared at Dewi in disbelief, " You cannot be serious? These vermin must be eradicated......or are you offering to be their wet-nurse and governess?" He shook his head and glowered at the half dozen or so small-scaled forms, " Fine, they've done nothing wrong....yet. But we both know how utterly lethal they are at even a few weeks of age.....or do you not recall all those that we have lost a long the way?" " Sorry, sorry...that was unkind.......but perhaps unkindness is what we must practice here. No one has the resources left to hold that many wyrmlings captive for any length of time and certainly not once they reach a month or so of age.....I agree with you. And innocence should be a protection against violence but we have both seen time and time again that that is simply not the case." " No, stay here...there's no need for you to see this....this.....necessary work.....no need for you to live with it....I will carry it. As we carry so much else."
Themes: Hard mortal lessons are good, as is forming social bonds and moments of levity. Combat/Social/Exploration.....I'm not so good with the puzzles but I'll give it a go.
I started playing AD&D 1 E in 1981 and have played all versions except 4th ed since.
He/Him, though I often play female characters.
I like a mix of combat, thought and downtime (like bars or towns for character development). I don't like CONSTANTLY being on the run from monsters with no time to rest & recover spells & HP
Story prompts:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms,
It's been days since Mary took that wound. I've been trying to wake her up & get her to eat or drink something, but she won"t. She hasn't breathed since last night. My voice is gone, from unanswered prayers. I shoo the flies away, their buzzing the only sound here. Finally I realize she's gone. Her body is bloated and the stench is strong. I dig a grave and bury her the best I can, then wander off. Two of us have died this day.
You have stumbled upon a dragon hatchery filled with baby dragons.
Mary's bloated face is all I can see. Not the bright eyes of the hatchlings. I raise my sword. It falls. Again and again. I leave the cave as empty as I entered, with bloodstains on my clothes. I blink away the tears that continue running down my cheeks.
Themes:
Rebirth, ressurrection, going to the bottom and making it better. This sounds like it'll have a lot of dark themes will be present but I'd like to be sure there are options that emphasize life instead of death. For instance, how would a dragon protecting the humans change the "dragon hatchery" story prompt?
I think this sounds kind of interesting and so I decided to throw my hat into the ring!
About yourself: I started playing D&D long ago - at first it was the red "Basic Edition" book. I played other TTRPGs over the years too (Star Frontiers, Rolemaster, Shadowrun, and Amber are among my highlights.) I also played a variety of online RP games. (Elendor MUSH - if anyone has heard of it - was probably the main one for me.) I got back into D&D 5e a bit over 5 years ago. The majority of the time now it is PbP. Throughout all of the games I've been both GM and player.
Story prompts:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
Berend dismounted then rushed through the tall grass towards the spot where he had seen the body. His chest tightened as he approached and saw the long blonde hair and distinctive chain armor. It had to be Gwen. He knelt down beside her and seeing her bruised face confirmed his fears. "Gwen? Can you hear me?" He could see the deep gash along one side, staining her armor with red and the clothes beneath with blood. Though he detected faint breathing, he knew this wound was not one that could be overcome.
Tears came to his eyes but he tried to push them back. The woman stirred slightly and murmured something. He leaned in close, "I'm here my love. Too late, I'm here." He gently touched his hand to her face, trying to listen to her. All he could make out was the words, 'take care of our son' and 'I love you' before she slumped back to the ground, lifeless. He cried freely then, just holding her hand. "I will do as you ask, my love. And I will see this war against the dragon army to its conclusion. We shall always honor your sacrifice."
You have stumbled upon a dragon hatchery filled with baby dragons. They’re so cute and innocent, but you know that if you let them live, they could grow to be horrible monsters. What do you do when faced with this dilemma? Is your prerogative to play with the cute little critters, or is it to advocate for or against their slaughter?
Gwendolyn looks about the vast warm cave and all the eggs filling the chamber. She motions for the others to hold back even sending some of the scouts back out of the place. She knew though that some had seen. She can just hear the voices filtering out from behind her. One woman calls out about the eggs saying they had to be destroyed. Another man asks how could they just slaughter innocent unborn creatures? As she heard then, she called her two most trusted lieutenants to her. "We have only a moment. We will save two of the eggs and take them away secretly. That is your mission. Take care of it and get out of here. We'll reunite later." She then turned to walk back to the others.
The discussion had grown louder and louder, the people arguing between the destruction of what had been their foe for years now and against destroying young who had nothing to do with that conflict. At least not yet. She speaks up in a loud voice, the voice of their leader, capturing everyone's attention. "This is not what we expected here. But it is a rare and unusual opportunity. We have struggled against the dragon army for years. But now, if we destroy all of these eggs, we will put a serious dent in our foe's power in the future. We all know that the dragons they field against us are the only reason for their success." She pauses, gauging the reaction of the group. Some agree, some disagree, and some are in the middle, but all are listening to her. "This will mean we have hope for our future. We must do what we can to surivive. We must destroy these eggs."
Plans were made and the dragon eggs destroyed. All but the two that were secretly removed. Only Gwen and her two closest confidants knew. She just hoped that with those two eggs she could make some small offset to the damage they did to all the rest.
Themes: For me, I very much enjoy the role-playing aspects of the game. But that doesn't mean not also incorporating combat scenes or other items involving game mechanics. (Interacting with NPCs or finding information, etc.) I do enjoy games where there is a clear over-arching plotline. I also enjoy having aspects of the gameplay that focus back on the characters background and ongoing story. I'm not sure if I would say "moral lessons" - though that is a part of it. But I like to have characters that may change over the course of a campaign. They have flaws that can be improved on (as well as some that just might not get resolved totally). And all the characters might have a part in that path for all the other characters.
About yourself: I'm a middle-aged male (he/him and ally) that has been through a TON of gaming systems. I've been a player for 32 years and have also run games for 30 of those years. I prefer games that are more story driven, ones that make you think. I love puzzles/riddles within the game, but don't like it when it bogs the RP down. There's a must for character growth, whether it's good or bad. I like political intrigue, as well, depending on if it fits within the game. I guess it boils down to I like "Role-play" versus "Roll-Play".
Story prompts 1&3:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army: *I cradle her head, my tears dropping and mixing with the blood on her face. She weakly pushes back a lock of hair behind my ear and says* "I...I...I love you." *then her hand plops to the blood soaked ground, her blank eyes staring at my face. I stay like that, holding her head and weeping, for what seems like an eternity. Our life together cut short by those damned accursed dragons. My head rears back and I howl into the air, mournful and grief-stricken. I howl a second and third time, each with less emotion. After removing a lock of her hair and putting in an amulet around my neck, I then take the time to bury my wife, for that's what she deserves.....No, she deserves to still be alive! No, she deserves to be by my side as we tear through the forces that slew her!* "NO!!!! You cannot hide from ME! I will have my vengeance!" *A fourth howl escapes my lips, this time filled with fury. None will survive.*
Finally, you’ve made it. You fought long and hard, and lost many along the way, but your final challenge is before you, and it’s time to end this: *My hand reaches up, grasping the dented amulet that houses what's left of my wife. A lone tear falls from my face, scarred by the claws of a dragon. I look around at my companions, all here for their own reasons and all here with one common goal: The eradication of those who have wronged us and the rest of the world. They look back to me and then amongst themselves, each gripping their staff, sword, shield, or adjusting their armor. Each hardening themselves to do what must be done. A hush falls onto the battlefield, waiting for the proverbial tumbleweed, the air thick with anticipation. I tilt my head to the side, cracking my neck, then crack it the other way. My companions, each ready for the inevitable combat ahead of us, are all ready for this to be done and over with. I stand up to my full height, open my mouth and howl to the night sky, begging for the moons and stars to bare witness to the carnage that we will take part of. As I howl, my form shifts, melding and shaping into a gigantic dire wolf, a welcome gift from my druidic nature. I begin to charge forward, enemy in sight. My companions trail shortly behind, a unified battle cry as we wade into our enemy.*
Themes: As I mentioned before, I prefer Role-Play over Roll-Play. Don't get me wrong, combat is great where it's due, but you don't need combat to gain experience/levels. Overcoming any challenge should give you that. As for themes, I do like some political intrigue. Moral issues can be a gripping part of any story, if done well. Any story that drives character growth is worth it. As a player and as a GM, if the table isn't having fun, then you're not doing your job well.
About yourself: I am Astre72, but more commonly known as pTr. I enjoy D&D, speed solving, and staying active on online forums. My preferred pronouns are he/they, I'm a demiboy, a furry, and pansexual. I love competative pokemon. I've travelled to 4 different countries to play at events, and have gotten a top 32 at a regional. I have some experience with tabletop; however, I've only recently gotten into D&D. My preferred play style is probably social interactions.
Story prompts: Write a one-paragraph story for two of the prompts of your choice presented below. For simplicity's sake, write from the perspective of a fantasy, heroified version of yourself. The point of the prompts is to see how you write and tell stories, not to showcase a certain character concept.
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
The war seemed to be going our way. The dragon's army was retreating, and a cheer came out of a few of us. "Cleric!" A voice called out to me. "Prince Enciel is hurt badly. We need your help." As I hurried over I tried to look for Cassien, he always finds me after a battle, but couldn't spot him. A small group of people parted as I aproached, Prince Enciel looked in a bad shape. His golden sword lay a few feet away from his hand. A pool of blood slowly began to form, a stillness in his chest mirrored the faces of those around. Quickly I take out a diamond from my side sack. My last diamond. I look back a Prince Enciel and take a step toward him. Ancient greek spills out my mouth and a blue light shines from my hand into Prince Enciel. I almost stumble from the effort, but manage to keep my feet. Moments of silence pass, unbroken untill Prince Enciel's hand moves. A sigh of releif passes the group, but I stumble away, looking of Cassien. The horror of the war has unfolded before us, boddies lay burnt and broken, but with unsure footing I try to find my way. I spot him then, loosly holding his ornate spear. "No," I cry out. "no, no, no..." I try to rush to him, but trip on someone's helmet. The earth welcoming my ungaceful fall, rocks tear at my forarms. "Cassien... I... why?" Words are not my strong suit, Cassien was allways the one to talk, but this time he breathed no more.
Finally, you’ve made it. You fought long and hard, and lost many along the way, but your final challenge is before you, and it’s time to end this. How do you inspire your companions in the face of death? Do you deliver a rousing speech, cast one last blessing spell on the group, or do you simply prepare yourself, ready to defend your allies when the time comes?
I take a deep breath, tasting the blood in the air and the weight of the road behind us. The faces around me are tired, worn down by months of struggle, yet still they stand. My voice cuts through the clamor, low at first, then rising with the heat in my chest. “We’ve bled together. We’ve buried too many to count. And yet… here we are—at the gates of the nightmare that’s haunted us since the beginning.” I step forward, meeting each gaze, refusing to let them look away. “This is not the moment we break. This is the moment we become. We are the flame they could not snuff out. Tonight…” My hand tightens on my weapon. My heart feels like a war drum in my ribs. “…the darkness burns.”
Themes: Honestly, I have'nt played all that long so I'm down with anything. I like thinking of ways to avoid fights, rather than just cutting through everything I find (R.I.P. Barb).
-pTr
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Yeah, but I would play a fighter if I wanted to be a pacifist.
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Nice apps so far, really loving all these prompt answers!
Looks like we have a lot of people who love RP, which means yall are really going to enjoy the Forest Kingdom part of the story, which has all sorts of fun intrigue and politics
Seems like it’s going a bit slow, so I might extend the time this is open. we’ll have to see by the sixteenth.
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
I spent ages setting up a battle with a bunch of cultists, and my daughters wife (orc barbarian) decided to talk to them and get an escort, through the various traps I'd also spent ages working out. Ah well, can't fault her for thinking outside the box.
About yourself: Hey there! I've been playing TTRPGs of all stripes since around 2014 (started with 5e, branched out into Stars Without Number and Monster of the Week particularly, and of course now 5e '24). I write and edit professionally (not fiction, though I'd love to) so I try to bring those expectations into my PbP stuff, but I don't mind playing with folks of all different skill levels, with both the written word and systems themselves. I love to help out on both fronts if people request it. Pronouns are he/him and I most enjoy social interaction, with combat and exploration both a close second.
Themes: I've seen just about everything at the rate I've played over the last few years, so I don't think I have anything specific that I'm hoping to see outside of a good time. I've played characters that run the gamut from obvious jokes to deeply emotional stories, so I usually prefer to see what the DM has in mind and chameleon into the setting.
The battle has been hard, but its almost done:
Blood and sweat rushed down from the crown of Bharrus' helm. Torrents of iron and salt, the fluids both fell upon his lips, their taste equally bitter reminders of his exhaustion and wounds. He was acutely aware of every drop, every thrum of his heart racing from adrenaline, fatigue, and fear. For the first time in years, the mighty Dwarf was truly afraid.
He crouched, trembling, behind the tower shield that covered the entirety of his stout frame. He'd had to unceremoniously pluck it from Vyrus' charred corpse and use most of the power he had left in his short legs to rush to where their party's Gnome dunderhead, Synwyn, found himself broken before the might of the red dragon they'd tracked into its lair. Broken, but still breathing, just barely. That wouldn't be the case if Bharrus hadn't come to protect his slight body from the massive burst of flame the crimson-scaled beast had just unleashed.
Crouched behind the gargantuan shield, Bharrus felt his hands shaking terribly. The flames rippled around the Orcish metal, which warped at the edges. It did little to shield him from the heat. Glancing over his shoulder, though, he saw the Synwyn open one of his eyes, seemingly surprised he was still alive. Bharrus smiled grimly and held out his left hand, pointing to one of the blackpowder explosives still in a bandolier across the small man's chest. Synwyn handed it over, grateful, but with a concerned look in his eye.
After the spout of flame died down, Bharrus smiled sadly at his final companion, his heart beating out of his chest and echoing in his ears. He motioned for Synwyn to ignite the fuse. The Gnome understood, snapping his fingers to generate just enough spark.
Bharrus counted two seconds and rushed forward with a roar, dropping the shield as he heard the inhale of the overgrown reptile preparing another inferno. Summoning the last of his strength for a single great leap, explosive in hand, he propelled himself toward the beast's gaping jaws, giving his body to the flames.
In the Dwarf's final moments, he couldn't believe Synwyn was the only one that would survive this mess.
You have stumbled upon a dragon hatchery filled with baby dragons:
His entire body ached and pulsed.
Broken ribs. Broken legs. Broken wrist.
Synwyn summoned what strength he had to lift his head and glance over at his left shattered arm to assess the damage. After a moment he chuckled wryly, letting his head fall back into the dirt and glancing up at the cavern's roof as he winced in pain with every laugh. "Not broken, just a stump! Thank goodness!"
He'd fallen in and out of consciousness so many times he'd never even saw Bharrus' suicidal leap or heard the explosion rock the cave, but his body had certainly felt it. The detonation of one of his signature force bombs had sent his small frame careening dozens of feet away from where he last saw Bharrus, away from the red dragon that had menaced their hardened party. He didn't know if anyone else had made it.
Bharrus had always hated him. So Synwyn thought, anyway. He was too serious, and certainly never had any time for Synwyn's antics.
"Prick just wanted it to be all about him and his honor, in the end," Synwyn sighed to no one in particular. He sat up with great effort, crying out as his broken bones issued a sharp protesting pain. "And...he knew what we were here to do."
Somehow mustering the might in his little body to hobble to his feet, Synwyn realized the force of the blast had knocked him into another section of the cave entirely. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the splattered remains of dragon skull scattered about the main chamber. Turning back to his new surroundings, he realized in horror there lay a clutch of 5 dragon eggs, with a few very recently hatched little lizards seeking shelter behind nearby rocks.
Synwyn instinctively took a few steps back before looking down at his bandolier. Five bombs remained on his person.
"Yeah," he muttered to himself with another quick look at the grown dragon's corpse surrounded by...bits and pieces of his comrades. "We're not going to do that again."
He flourished his remaining hand over their fuses in quick succession, unbuckled the bandolier's leather strap and chucked the explosives overhead into the nest, falling limp behind the nearest stalagmite to shield himself from another massive blast. This actually might have been overki-- he thought for a horrified split second before the detonation.
The entire cave system rocked around him, some overhead stalagtites shaking loose from their positions and falling around him. When the shaking stopped, he sighed loudly in relief.
Killing them was a hell of a lot easier when they were that size.
I would love to partake of this adventure but alas, I shall be gone for the next fortnight. It would be an honor to serve as a player in the future for one of your campaigns.
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- Igglywiv the Wizard
I played every class, now playing every sub-class.
You would not believe how much ADHD helps with creating campaigns!
About yourself: Name's Ron - He/Him - been playing d&d 5e for about 5 years now
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
The attack took everyone by surprise. I'd been away from town, seeing a man about a dog, y'know... It sounded like thunder, then I caught the reek. Like nothing I'd ever smelled before; fire and acid. It burned my lungs, and my eyes streamed fueled by the acrid smoke. The run back was like I dream. I still don't remember how I got back...the place, it looked like the end of the world. I know the streets well, even with the black billowing smoke and fallen buildings. Charred bodies lay in the street, screams, helpless screams from all around but I couldn't stop, not for anything.
When I got home my world was gone. A charred ruin. Kit was there, lying in a grotesque misshapen mess on the ground, unmoving. Silent. I could only stand and stare for what seemed like hours, but must have been mere seconds. I walked to her dropping to my knees, studying her lifeless face for the slightest sign...anything. I reach down and pull her into an embrace, holding her tight with my eyes closed for one last time, not truly believing - I'll wake up and this will all end, it will have never happened. Screams bring me back to reality, as I hear the thunder of wings passing over my head. I look up, then back at Kit.
"I'll be damned if I'm leaving you here," I say to her.
The house is gone. It's not worth the time trying to salvage anything. I pick her up, draping her limp body over my shoulder and run, not caring or thinking about where I'm going, just trying to get away.
My feet know where they are going, and several long hours later I find myself clear of the town and, for now, danger. It's a place we used to come. A small waterfall, hidden and beautiful, just like her. We'd swim and fish here, even in the rain, sleep here too when the weather was good. A rocky outcrop above the falls was where I chose, gathering rocks. It took days to cover her, a stone cairn. Once I'd finished I collapsed exhausted, sleeping next to it.
I said what prayers I could, never having been on the best of terms with the Gods, but I make a promise. They had taken my world, and I was bloody well going to take theirs, however long it takes, though how....how?
The battle has been hard, but its almost done. You are sole member of your party standing, and the boss looms over you. What does your final attack look like, and what consequences does it have for you, the rest of the party, or even the world?
"I'm fighting a bloody dragon!" The realisation hits hard. Worse when I look around and see the still forms of my friends on the ground. I'm covered in blood, mostly my own, and as the head of the dragon snaps round I blanch, it hard golden eyes piercing in to me.
I'd held this one thing back in reserve. A last throw of the dice. Had I used it earlier then the others might still...to late for that.
The others have hurt this thing. Badly. Blood gushes from wounds on its body, leaving dark pools on the ground as it stalks towards me.
There is only one thing left that I can do - look the bastard in the eye. "Die", I whisper, then close my eyes and pray...
Themes: What themes and tone would you like to explore? Do you want a game that involves learning hard moral lessons, or are you just here for the ride? It’s meant to provide a little something for everyone. And the point of the playtest is to make it balanced and fun, so whatever you want, I’m sure we can find a way to incorporate it.
I guess I would have to find that out on the way. I do like some moral ambiguity, but also some good old hack and slash from time to time. I do like going on a journey, seeing characters grow!
About yourself: Who you are, preferred pronouns, experience with tabletop, preferred play-style
I'm another old guy (he/him), who played D&D way back in... was it 1st Edition? I don't really remember it being numbered. Played a few other role-playing games back then as well. Then I fell out of it for several years, and only got back into D&D over the past year or so, just in time to get acquainted with the 2024 rules. I like to think I bring both experience and a new player energy at the same time. I like a mix of roleplay and combat, but hopefully there's a purpose to the combat, not just fighting for the sake of it. I can respond to Zaphod, the first part of my handle here.
Story prompts:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
My mind is scrambled and I can't focus on anything. The tears have started before I even realize it's happening. I can't hear anything around me, and can only see her face. For a moment it all seems so hopeless. But then a roar from somewhere nearby snaps me out of my stupor. It's not a good idea to sit around here right now. My mind is still a jumble, but at least I'm aware of it now. I spend what feels like hours - but is really only a few seconds - fighting against my sorrow, confusion, and growing sense of panic, before finally finding some semblance of focus. It's too dangerous for me to stick around here, but I can't leave her. Then I remember the token! The token she was supposed to use in case of trouble, that would've sent her home. She just didn't get the chance. I dig through her pouch to find it, and place it into her hand. With a soft "goodbye," I squeeze her hand closed around it, until the magic activates and transports her away. She's back home, but I'm not going back. Not yet. I need to find a more conventional way out of here, and then I've got my own army to recruit. They say the dragon army fears no one, but I intend to test that theory.
The battle has been hard, but its almost done. You are sole member of your party standing, and the boss looms over you. What does your final attack look like, and what consequences does it have for you, the rest of the party, or even the world?
That last blast nearly took me out. I get up, dust myself off, and look around. All of my friends are down; I can't tell if any of them are still alive. For a brief moment I wish it was the cleric here and not me; at least he'd be able to bring one of us back. I suddenly hear the boss's guttural laugh, and I look over and realize he's looking at all of my friends, but not me. He doesn't know I'm up, and he thinks he's won. And really, he may have. After all, I've used up almost all of my magic, and I'm not much of a fighter otherwise. I glance at the barbarian, half expecting her to jump right back up and attack. Wouldn't be the first time. But that gives me an idea... the horn! I've been carrying it around, and always forget to use it. Now's as good a time as any, I suppose. If I'm going to join the ranks of the dead, I may as well usher in a few ghosts to join me. And maybe we can manage to take this guy with us. I slip the horn out of my pack, put it to my lips, and finally catch the boss's attention with a noise that seems loud enough to bring the ceiling down on him. It doesn't do that, but it does bring a few berserkers...
Themes: What themes and tone would you like to explore? Do you want a game that involves learning hard moral lessons, or are you just here for the ride? It’s meant to provide a little something for everyone. And the point of the playtest is to make it balanced and fun, so whatever you want, I’m sure we can find a way to incorporate it.
I'm mainly here for the ride. Again, I'm overall experienced, but lately not so much. So I just want to jump in and see where this takes us.
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A clear, sunny day, people going about their normal lives. Cheerful, unaware. Worshipping at the temple, selling goods, working hard. Then, a shadow passes overhead, gone by the time anyone looks up. The sound of marching boots approaching, the rumble of an army driven for conquest. And then, everything goes silent, deadly still. Then, the roar of a great beast thunders across the land. A torrent of flame sweeps down upon the people, and the armies of these great beasts charge forth to reclaim what is theirs. The dragons have awoken, and they are ready for war.
Hello all,
My name is Raccoon_Master, also known as Raccoon, and I am excited to announce I am starting to recruit players for the playtest of an epic campaign using the 2024 rules that I am designing known as Chromatic Conquest. Maybe it will end up on DMsguild one day, maybe I’ll publish it, who knows? Whatever the case may be, I am seeking brave heroes to venture forth and stop the draconic armies that threaten the land, and win the war before all is lost. Now, I am not at the stage where I can just run the whole game through with a playtest group, but I am looking to playtest small sections of the adventure, such as singular quests or levels.
If you are chosen for the group, you will have the chance to build a relatively balanced group of characters (both in party dynamics and in mechanical effectiveness) to see how the game runs. Keep in mind, this has never been playtested before, and I will ask feedback at the end of each section to get to know your thoughts. If you are interested, read the “Group Expectations” and “How to Apply” sections, which should tell you everything you need to know. With all that out of the way, let’s dig into some of the details.
Group Expectations and Information:
How to Apply:
Unlike many PBP’s, we will not be making characters for applications. Once the group is decided, we will make a balanced party so that way all manner of characters can challenge the adventure (if I only ever play-tested with a party full of barbarians, that wouldn’t be a very good adventure, would it?). Instead, provide the following information:
Recruitment ends August 16th, and I'll choose players then. If you have any questions, let me know!
And with that, let the war begin!
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Hi, UK based, He/Him. I'm possibly a little older than many, I cut my teeth on 3.5 but then stopped for a while.
I've been playing 5E for a couple of years now, some PBP and some live. My live play is all DM now so it would be nice to be a player for a change (the group I DM for are my daughters and their partners, some of who are playing for the first time).
As for playstyle, I'm happy with most things - combat, social or exploration. I can do the strong silent type, or the one who never stops asking questions.
I'll be back with my replies to the prompts soon
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
My gaming identity is Harknail (use this on all gaming sites), any pronouns are fine. I'm old in years, but still a kid at heart.
I've been playing D&D since before AD&D was released. I've played every version since, some more than others. I've also played a variety of other fantasy games, as well as Science Fiction and Superhero games. I've been playing play by post games for well over a decade now. I check for new posts a few times a day. I used to have 2 nights a week for in person games, but since covid all my gaming is online. I'm currently running a couple of real time online games (D&D 5e and Hero System Champions 6e).
Story Prompts:
Mika, Flint, Rico, they're all dead or nearly so. It's just me left, and to tell the truth, I'm not going to last long either, even if the big bad in front of me suddenly dropped dead from his accumulated wounds. I have to bet it all in one desperate move while I can still move. It's all or nothing, no chance to try again, and even if it works, no chance to survive. But it's the best chance to finish this...
I charge the big bad, but instead of retreating from his spear thrust, I take it in my belly, and keep charging forward, the shaft of the spear sliding though my guts, locking his spear in pace so he can't parry when I stab him though the heart. As the world starts to go dark, my hand slipping from my sword still lodged in the big bad's chest, my last though is wondering if it worked, or if the big bad had someway to survive a sword in his chest. I guess I'll never know...
Mostly here for the ride. Like combat, mixed on puzzles, not good with political intrigue, love slice of life roleplaying. OK with hard choices, when warned in advance (so I can make an appropriate character). The choices may not be optimal... For example some of my characters would kill baby dragons without a second thought, others would try to raise them to be good dragons.
I'm looking forward to making a balanced group, where the characters are made to complement each other, covering each other's weak spots.
I’d like to join too.
He/Him. Full grown adult many years out of college and a family of my own. Got into DnD fairly recently (about 1.5 years ago) but got obsessed pretty quickly. Went straight to homebrewing entire worlds for my friends where I am the DM. Because of this my knowledge of official DnD worlds is limited. My preferred playstyle is in person, then live virtual, then pbp. However with my kids, my free time is measured in seconds not hours so pbp is like 95% of how I play dnd. I’m usually very responsive and will post multiple times a day. (Located in US - EST)
Your beloved lies dying in your arms…
The air stank of smoke and fire, the air so hot it burned my lungs with each sob. This pain however, was nothing… nothing at all compared to the sharp jolts in my heart. I cradled my sweet Fortuna’s head in my lap, her blood warm against my hands. I whispered a prayer to any god that might be listening, but not for her life… that was beyond even their ability now, but for her spirit to find the peace it so deserved. I pressed my forehead to hers and swore, in every language I knew, that I would burn every dragon a thousand times more than they had to her. When I rose, sword in hand, my grief had become a blade sharper than steel.
Finally, you’ve made it...
The portal loomed ahead, nothing but a swirling mix of colors could be seen, yet we hesitated and trembled as another monstrous roar could be heard from the other side. My companions look to me, their armor dented, eyes shadowed with loss. I raise my staff high into the air so the amulet with our company’s sigil could be seen and let my voice cut through the clamor: “We’ve fought, we’ve bled, and we’ve buried friends—but we are still here. Today, we end this. Our losses brought us to this point of no return. Tonight we repay every drop of pain, agony, and suffering they have caused us. Tonight, Hell itself will fear us!”
I like a healthy mix of combat and opportunities for roleplaying. Having an adventure with meaningful choices that actually have an impact and not just a “no matter what you say or do, you end up at the same point”. I like real risks and not being surrounded by plot armor. Riddles and Puzzles are awesome, but only if the clues aren’t ridiculously obscure or from something a month ago (in real world time). I am not a fan of dealing with politics (in game or out), it always just seems to be full of bigotry and condescension.
About me: I'm a cis male ally he/him, been playing D&D for 28 years now. I'm a forever DM but I come here to do PBP to experience playing at other peoples' tables.
I'm not sure if you wanted to stories with a single prompt or one story across two prompts, so you get 3.
1st prompt: "Danni no! No! This can't be the way this ends" *He sobs, the sob of a heart that can't find its dance partner. Lost, scared, cold, he looks up. Taking the pendant he gave them those years ago and trying it to the pommel of his sword. He allows himself a moment, but there is still work to be done* "We keep going... Together. I'll see you on the other side my love." *He says as he rises from the floor, a new resolve, a renewed fire, ready to bring a new dawn*
2nd prompt: *He clutches the small group of dragonlings in his arm, presenting them to the gathered group.* "It's not our place to end such young life. We know they can become monsters of legend, but do we not believe in nurture? Is it that far fetched to hope of a world where the dragons and us are bound in mutual respect and harmony?"
3rd and 4th together: *He stood, bloodied, nearly beaten, their party lying strewn about on the cliff side as the beast's head loomed menacingly.* "Pitiful" *He heard it say, staring down at the broken blade in his hands, but there he caught the glimpse of Danni's locket, the symbol of their love. He chuckles, a moment rings clear in his mind and he begins to sing* "The rain can fall, the sun may shine, it matters not when there's friends and wine" *The simple pub song they all sang after their first victory. The rest of the party begins to join in, they stagger to their feat. He takes the sword and as he reaches the chorus he leaps! Flying into the dragons maw with a heavenly fire. Come victory or death it all ends today, no glory, no game, just purpose. One final blow, winner take all.* "I'm coming Danni" *He whispers as everything goes black...*
Okay themes: I like humanity in the face of adversity themes. Survival+romance, war+friendship. Finding the calm in the chaos. I have nearly no triggers outside of the TRASH as you called it so I'm DFW
Prompts 2 & 3
“Why? Why kill them? What crime have they committed, apart from being born?” He looked at the others, standing between them and the newborns. “You say all chromatics are evil, and a threat, or is that just your prejudice showing? You can’t know what they will become.” As the others moved a little closer he carried on “You claimed that all Drow were evil, yet Jysnill stands among you, and you call him friend, put your prejudice aside and think!”
“So, here we are, the end is nigh” you think as you look around. You take in the faces around you, the small group of strangers who have now become your friends, allies and maybe a kind of family. Orym the trickster, always causing mayhem; Aired, the quiet one, with his thousand yard stare, seeing something you don’t; Glorandal who’s the opposite and never shuts up; and Adamar, your leader, in his shining armour that never dulls. You all take a few moments rest, checking your equipment, making sure it’s ready. Adamar speaks, his voice solid “So, are you bunch of oddballs ready?” Several replies are shouted, mostly profane; all except Aired who just loosens his blade in its scabbard and stares at something only he sees.
Themes:
Anything goes. Combat is good although I prefer it to have meaning rather than just hack & slash. Exploring new places and meeting new folks, trying to figure out who's trustworthy, and who isn't. Moral dilemmas, a bit of intrigue, not always winning - it's all good!
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
About yourself:
Culuril
I think this sounds kind of interesting and so I decided to throw my hat into the ring!
About yourself: I started playing D&D long ago - at first it was the red "Basic Edition" book. I played other TTRPGs over the years too (Star Frontiers, Rolemaster, Shadowrun, and Amber are among my highlights.) I also played a variety of online RP games. (Elendor MUSH - if anyone has heard of it - was probably the main one for me.) I got back into D&D 5e a bit over 5 years ago. The majority of the time now it is PbP. Throughout all of the games I've been both GM and player.
Story prompts:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
Berend dismounted then rushed through the tall grass towards the spot where he had seen the body. His chest tightened as he approached and saw the long blonde hair and distinctive chain armor. It had to be Gwen. He knelt down beside her and seeing her bruised face confirmed his fears. "Gwen? Can you hear me?" He could see the deep gash along one side, staining her armor with red and the clothes beneath with blood. Though he detected faint breathing, he knew this wound was not one that could be overcome.
Tears came to his eyes but he tried to push them back. The woman stirred slightly and murmured something. He leaned in close, "I'm here my love. Too late, I'm here." He gently touched his hand to her face, trying to listen to her. All he could make out was the words, 'take care of our son' and 'I love you' before she slumped back to the ground, lifeless. He cried freely then, just holding her hand. "I will do as you ask, my love. And I will see this war against the dragon army to its conclusion. We shall always honor your sacrifice."
You have stumbled upon a dragon hatchery filled with baby dragons. They’re so cute and innocent, but you know that if you let them live, they could grow to be horrible monsters. What do you do when faced with this dilemma? Is your prerogative to play with the cute little critters, or is it to advocate for or against their slaughter?
Gwendolyn looks about the vast warm cave and all the eggs filling the chamber. She motions for the others to hold back even sending some of the scouts back out of the place. She knew though that some had seen. She can just hear the voices filtering out from behind her. One woman calls out about the eggs saying they had to be destroyed. Another man asks how could they just slaughter innocent unborn creatures? As she heard then, she called her two most trusted lieutenants to her. "We have only a moment. We will save two of the eggs and take them away secretly. That is your mission. Take care of it and get out of here. We'll reunite later." She then turned to walk back to the others.
The discussion had grown louder and louder, the people arguing between the destruction of what had been their foe for years now and against destroying young who had nothing to do with that conflict. At least not yet. She speaks up in a loud voice, the voice of their leader, capturing everyone's attention. "This is not what we expected here. But it is a rare and unusual opportunity. We have struggled against the dragon army for years. But now, if we destroy all of these eggs, we will put a serious dent in our foe's power in the future. We all know that the dragons they field against us are the only reason for their success." She pauses, gauging the reaction of the group. Some agree, some disagree, and some are in the middle, but all are listening to her. "This will mean we have hope for our future. We must do what we can to surivive. We must destroy these eggs."
Plans were made and the dragon eggs destroyed. All but the two that were secretly removed. Only Gwen and her two closest confidants knew. She just hoped that with those two eggs she could make some small offset to the damage they did to all the rest.
Themes: For me, I very much enjoy the role-playing aspects of the game. But that doesn't mean not also incorporating combat scenes or other items involving game mechanics. (Interacting with NPCs or finding information, etc.) I do enjoy games where there is a clear over-arching plotline. I also enjoy having aspects of the gameplay that focus back on the characters background and ongoing story. I'm not sure if I would say "moral lessons" - though that is a part of it. But I like to have characters that may change over the course of a campaign. They have flaws that can be improved on (as well as some that just might not get resolved totally). And all the characters might have a part in that path for all the other characters.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The war seemed to be going our way. The dragon's army was retreating, and a cheer came out of a few of us. "Cleric!" A voice called out to me. "Prince Enciel is hurt badly. We need your help." As I hurried over I tried to look for Cassien, he always finds me after a battle, but couldn't spot him. A small group of people parted as I aproached, Prince Enciel looked in a bad shape. His golden sword lay a few feet away from his hand. A pool of blood slowly began to form, a stillness in his chest mirrored the faces of those around. Quickly I take out a diamond from my side sack. My last diamond. I look back a Prince Enciel and take a step toward him. Ancient greek spills out my mouth and a blue light shines from my hand into Prince Enciel. I almost stumble from the effort, but manage to keep my feet. Moments of silence pass, unbroken untill Prince Enciel's hand moves. A sigh of releif passes the group, but I stumble away, looking of Cassien. The horror of the war has unfolded before us, boddies lay burnt and broken, but with unsure footing I try to find my way. I spot him then, loosly holding his ornate spear. "No," I cry out. "no, no, no..." I try to rush to him, but trip on someone's helmet. The earth welcoming my ungaceful fall, rocks tear at my forarms. "Cassien... I... why?" Words are not my strong suit, Cassien was allways the one to talk, but this time he breathed no more.
I take a deep breath, tasting the blood in the air and the weight of the road behind us. The faces around me are tired, worn down by months of struggle, yet still they stand. My voice cuts through the clamor, low at first, then rising with the heat in my chest. “We’ve bled together. We’ve buried too many to count. And yet… here we are—at the gates of the nightmare that’s haunted us since the beginning.” I step forward, meeting each gaze, refusing to let them look away. “This is not the moment we break. This is the moment we become. We are the flame they could not snuff out. Tonight…” My hand tightens on my weapon. My heart feels like a war drum in my ribs. “…the darkness burns.”
-pTr
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
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Did you know that furries are humans too, so don't judge so harshly.
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It can be fun to be a pacifist barbarian
Yeah, but I would play a fighter if I wanted to be a pacifist.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 13.91 Ao5: 19.49 Ao12: 21.35 Ao100: 24.97
Did you know that furries are humans too, so don't judge so harshly.
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Nice apps so far, really loving all these prompt answers!
Looks like we have a lot of people who love RP, which means yall are really going to enjoy the Forest Kingdom part of the story, which has all sorts of fun intrigue and politics
Seems like it’s going a bit slow, so I might extend the time this is open. we’ll have to see by the sixteenth.
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
I spent ages setting up a battle with a bunch of cultists, and my daughters wife (orc barbarian) decided to talk to them and get an escort, through the various traps I'd also spent ages working out. Ah well, can't fault her for thinking outside the box.
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
About yourself: Hey there! I've been playing TTRPGs of all stripes since around 2014 (started with 5e, branched out into Stars Without Number and Monster of the Week particularly, and of course now 5e '24). I write and edit professionally (not fiction, though I'd love to) so I try to bring those expectations into my PbP stuff, but I don't mind playing with folks of all different skill levels, with both the written word and systems themselves. I love to help out on both fronts if people request it. Pronouns are he/him and I most enjoy social interaction, with combat and exploration both a close second.
Themes: I've seen just about everything at the rate I've played over the last few years, so I don't think I have anything specific that I'm hoping to see outside of a good time. I've played characters that run the gamut from obvious jokes to deeply emotional stories, so I usually prefer to see what the DM has in mind and chameleon into the setting.
The battle has been hard, but its almost done:
Blood and sweat rushed down from the crown of Bharrus' helm. Torrents of iron and salt, the fluids both fell upon his lips, their taste equally bitter reminders of his exhaustion and wounds. He was acutely aware of every drop, every thrum of his heart racing from adrenaline, fatigue, and fear. For the first time in years, the mighty Dwarf was truly afraid.
He crouched, trembling, behind the tower shield that covered the entirety of his stout frame. He'd had to unceremoniously pluck it from Vyrus' charred corpse and use most of the power he had left in his short legs to rush to where their party's Gnome dunderhead, Synwyn, found himself broken before the might of the red dragon they'd tracked into its lair. Broken, but still breathing, just barely. That wouldn't be the case if Bharrus hadn't come to protect his slight body from the massive burst of flame the crimson-scaled beast had just unleashed.
Crouched behind the gargantuan shield, Bharrus felt his hands shaking terribly. The flames rippled around the Orcish metal, which warped at the edges. It did little to shield him from the heat. Glancing over his shoulder, though, he saw the Synwyn open one of his eyes, seemingly surprised he was still alive. Bharrus smiled grimly and held out his left hand, pointing to one of the blackpowder explosives still in a bandolier across the small man's chest. Synwyn handed it over, grateful, but with a concerned look in his eye.
After the spout of flame died down, Bharrus smiled sadly at his final companion, his heart beating out of his chest and echoing in his ears. He motioned for Synwyn to ignite the fuse. The Gnome understood, snapping his fingers to generate just enough spark.
Bharrus counted two seconds and rushed forward with a roar, dropping the shield as he heard the inhale of the overgrown reptile preparing another inferno. Summoning the last of his strength for a single great leap, explosive in hand, he propelled himself toward the beast's gaping jaws, giving his body to the flames.
In the Dwarf's final moments, he couldn't believe Synwyn was the only one that would survive this mess.
You have stumbled upon a dragon hatchery filled with baby dragons:
His entire body ached and pulsed.
Broken ribs. Broken legs. Broken wrist.
Synwyn summoned what strength he had to lift his head and glance over at his left shattered arm to assess the damage. After a moment he chuckled wryly, letting his head fall back into the dirt and glancing up at the cavern's roof as he winced in pain with every laugh. "Not broken, just a stump! Thank goodness!"
He'd fallen in and out of consciousness so many times he'd never even saw Bharrus' suicidal leap or heard the explosion rock the cave, but his body had certainly felt it. The detonation of one of his signature force bombs had sent his small frame careening dozens of feet away from where he last saw Bharrus, away from the red dragon that had menaced their hardened party. He didn't know if anyone else had made it.
Bharrus had always hated him. So Synwyn thought, anyway. He was too serious, and certainly never had any time for Synwyn's antics.
"Prick just wanted it to be all about him and his honor, in the end," Synwyn sighed to no one in particular. He sat up with great effort, crying out as his broken bones issued a sharp protesting pain. "And...he knew what we were here to do."
Somehow mustering the might in his little body to hobble to his feet, Synwyn realized the force of the blast had knocked him into another section of the cave entirely. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the splattered remains of dragon skull scattered about the main chamber. Turning back to his new surroundings, he realized in horror there lay a clutch of 5 dragon eggs, with a few very recently hatched little lizards seeking shelter behind nearby rocks.
Synwyn instinctively took a few steps back before looking down at his bandolier. Five bombs remained on his person.
"Yeah," he muttered to himself with another quick look at the grown dragon's corpse surrounded by...bits and pieces of his comrades. "We're not going to do that again."
He flourished his remaining hand over their fuses in quick succession, unbuckled the bandolier's leather strap and chucked the explosives overhead into the nest, falling limp behind the nearest stalagmite to shield himself from another massive blast. This actually might have been overki-- he thought for a horrified split second before the detonation.
The entire cave system rocked around him, some overhead stalagtites shaking loose from their positions and falling around him. When the shaking stopped, he sighed loudly in relief.
Killing them was a hell of a lot easier when they were that size.
Close your eyes, bro
I would love to partake of this adventure but alas, I shall be gone for the next fortnight. It would be an honor to serve as a player in the future for one of your campaigns.
- Igglywiv the Wizard
I played every class, now playing every sub-class.
You would not believe how much ADHD helps with creating campaigns!
Happy Pride Month!
The attack took everyone by surprise. I'd been away from town, seeing a man about a dog, y'know...
It sounded like thunder, then I caught the reek. Like nothing I'd ever smelled before; fire and acid. It burned my lungs, and my eyes streamed fueled by the acrid smoke.
The run back was like I dream. I still don't remember how I got back...the place, it looked like the end of the world. I know the streets well, even with the black billowing smoke and fallen buildings. Charred bodies lay in the street, screams, helpless screams from all around but I couldn't stop, not for anything.
When I got home my world was gone. A charred ruin. Kit was there, lying in a grotesque misshapen mess on the ground, unmoving. Silent. I could only stand and stare for what seemed like hours, but must have been mere seconds. I walked to her dropping to my knees, studying her lifeless face for the slightest sign...anything. I reach down and pull her into an embrace, holding her tight with my eyes closed for one last time, not truly believing - I'll wake up and this will all end, it will have never happened. Screams bring me back to reality, as I hear the thunder of wings passing over my head. I look up, then back at Kit.
"I'll be damned if I'm leaving you here," I say to her.
The house is gone. It's not worth the time trying to salvage anything. I pick her up, draping her limp body over my shoulder and run, not caring or thinking about where I'm going, just trying to get away.
My feet know where they are going, and several long hours later I find myself clear of the town and, for now, danger. It's a place we used to come. A small waterfall, hidden and beautiful, just like her. We'd swim and fish here, even in the rain, sleep here too when the weather was good. A rocky outcrop above the falls was where I chose, gathering rocks. It took days to cover her, a stone cairn. Once I'd finished I collapsed exhausted, sleeping next to it.
I said what prayers I could, never having been on the best of terms with the Gods, but I make a promise. They had taken my world, and I was bloody well going to take theirs, however long it takes, though how....how?
"I'm fighting a bloody dragon!" The realisation hits hard. Worse when I look around and see the still forms of my friends on the ground. I'm covered in blood, mostly my own, and as the head of the dragon snaps round I blanch, it hard golden eyes piercing in to me.
I'd held this one thing back in reserve. A last throw of the dice. Had I used it earlier then the others might still...to late for that.
The others have hurt this thing. Badly. Blood gushes from wounds on its body, leaving dark pools on the ground as it stalks towards me.
There is only one thing left that I can do - look the bastard in the eye. "Die", I whisper, then close my eyes and pray...
I guess I would have to find that out on the way. I do like some moral ambiguity, but also some good old hack and slash from time to time. I do like going on a journey, seeing characters grow!
About yourself: Who you are, preferred pronouns, experience with tabletop, preferred play-style
I'm another old guy (he/him), who played D&D way back in... was it 1st Edition? I don't really remember it being numbered. Played a few other role-playing games back then as well. Then I fell out of it for several years, and only got back into D&D over the past year or so, just in time to get acquainted with the 2024 rules. I like to think I bring both experience and a new player energy at the same time. I like a mix of roleplay and combat, but hopefully there's a purpose to the combat, not just fighting for the sake of it. I can respond to Zaphod, the first part of my handle here.
Story prompts:
Your beloved lies dying in your arms, slain by the forces of the dragon army. How do you respond? Do you pray for their spirit? Do you swear vengeance? Or does your grief simply overwhelm you?
My mind is scrambled and I can't focus on anything. The tears have started before I even realize it's happening. I can't hear anything around me, and can only see her face. For a moment it all seems so hopeless. But then a roar from somewhere nearby snaps me out of my stupor. It's not a good idea to sit around here right now. My mind is still a jumble, but at least I'm aware of it now. I spend what feels like hours - but is really only a few seconds - fighting against my sorrow, confusion, and growing sense of panic, before finally finding some semblance of focus. It's too dangerous for me to stick around here, but I can't leave her. Then I remember the token! The token she was supposed to use in case of trouble, that would've sent her home. She just didn't get the chance. I dig through her pouch to find it, and place it into her hand. With a soft "goodbye," I squeeze her hand closed around it, until the magic activates and transports her away. She's back home, but I'm not going back. Not yet. I need to find a more conventional way out of here, and then I've got my own army to recruit. They say the dragon army fears no one, but I intend to test that theory.
The battle has been hard, but its almost done. You are sole member of your party standing, and the boss looms over you. What does your final attack look like, and what consequences does it have for you, the rest of the party, or even the world?
That last blast nearly took me out. I get up, dust myself off, and look around. All of my friends are down; I can't tell if any of them are still alive. For a brief moment I wish it was the cleric here and not me; at least he'd be able to bring one of us back. I suddenly hear the boss's guttural laugh, and I look over and realize he's looking at all of my friends, but not me. He doesn't know I'm up, and he thinks he's won. And really, he may have. After all, I've used up almost all of my magic, and I'm not much of a fighter otherwise. I glance at the barbarian, half expecting her to jump right back up and attack. Wouldn't be the first time. But that gives me an idea... the horn! I've been carrying it around, and always forget to use it. Now's as good a time as any, I suppose. If I'm going to join the ranks of the dead, I may as well usher in a few ghosts to join me. And maybe we can manage to take this guy with us. I slip the horn out of my pack, put it to my lips, and finally catch the boss's attention with a noise that seems loud enough to bring the ceiling down on him. It doesn't do that, but it does bring a few berserkers...
Themes: What themes and tone would you like to explore? Do you want a game that involves learning hard moral lessons, or are you just here for the ride? It’s meant to provide a little something for everyone. And the point of the playtest is to make it balanced and fun, so whatever you want, I’m sure we can find a way to incorporate it.
I'm mainly here for the ride. Again, I'm overall experienced, but lately not so much. So I just want to jump in and see where this takes us.