Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - with good tendencies Background: Haunted One Personality Traits: I refuse to become a victim, and I will not allow others to be victimized. Ideals: I’ll stop the spirits that haunt me or die trying. (Any) Bonds: I would sacrifice my life and my soul to protect those I love Flaws: I feel no compassion for the dead. They’re the lucky ones.
Appearance: Shavaris had the look of a wood elf. I mean, that was what she was before she had been turned. She was able to keep her condition under wraps until she brought it out, either by her direction, or if she was overwhelmed by the sight of blood. She wore overworn leathers and what looked like hand made leather slippers. She had short brown hair, with a shock of blond running through it towards the front. Her long pointed ears were pierced at the ends with several piercings.
Personality: A bit reserved, but never backs down from a fight. Whether with weapons or with words. She has her own moral compass, which she tries to steer for good and true, but ever since she turned it has become more difficult. She has lost the only family she had left and has since been hoping to find others to belong with, but feels this hope is in vain and is destined to be alone.
Backstory:
Shavaris and Eloise were a pair of wood elves that lived in the Witchgate Forest. They contented themselves with stealing from those they felt were better off than they were and therefore could spare to lose this or that and the two easily made excuses for their actions. But in the same token, if they ran across those that were hurt or needed their assistance, they were more than happy to help.
As a matter of fact, this is how the two of them met Professor Lorrimor. He had been the unlucky mark of several bandits that had stolen his carriage and all the books and scrolls he had stored in the wagon with him. The bandits had left him to die as they ran off with his treasures. The two hoisted him up in their tree to keep him from other prey and they ran down the bandits, returning all of his precious loot. They lived this way for decades before they heard about a treasure buried in the Renchurch Ruins.
Now they knew about the Ruins, I mean they knew they were located at the Southern edge of what they considered, their Forest, but they typically had ventured North from their Northern side of the Forest towards the Hungry Mountains, they found a lot of… action there.
Once Eloise had heard of this treasure though, she spent all of her time trying to get her sister to go. Once Shavaris acquiesced, they made their way down to the Ruins. This is where things get a bit fuzzy. She remembers approaching the Ruins in the middle of the night, feeling that they had been unseen.. Until they were spotted. And then she was back in her tree at the North of the Witchgate Forest without her sister and a new hunger that never ceased. When she meditates, it’s filled with nightmares of losing her sister.
Name: Rahela Cordeanu Race: Aasimar (Fallen) Class: Blood Hunter (Order of the Ghostslayer) Alignment: NG Background: Haunted One Personality Traits: „I keep my emotions under tight control, but my compassion sometimes leaks through when I least expect it.” „Darkness clings to me, but I use it as a shield, not a weapon.” Ideal: Redemption. „Though I carry the taint of shadow, I believe every soul deserves a chance at the light.” Bond: "There’s evil in me, I can feel it. It must never be set free." Flaw: „I sometimes mistake kindness for weakness, and I push others away for their own safety.” „I am drawn to darkness like a moth to flame, even when I know it might consume me.”
Character Hook: On the Payroll Character sheet: TBD
Appearance:
A tall woman of striking presence, standing about 5'8" with a lean yet graceful figure. Her skin is pale, almost luminescent against the cascade of raven-black hair that frames her face. Her eyes are a light blue, carrying an unsettling intensity that few can meet without unease. She dresses in somber attire—black and red long coats, layered fabrics, and high collars—echoing both elegance and menace. Atop her head rests a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a feather. At her side hangs a finely crafted longsword, its edge kept immaculate, while a compact hand crossbow rests on her back. Everything about her—the sharp lines of her garb, the poise in her movements, and the shadows clinging to her—speaks of someone marked by a fallen grace, a beauty that borders on the otherworldly.
Personality:
Rahela is a woman touched by both shadow and light. At first glance she seems distant and guarded – trust does not come easily to her – yet she is neither cold nor cruel. Her voice is soft, seldom raised, and her weary gaze often reveals more than words ever could.
She always seeks a path that avoids tyranny and blind chaos. Though she believes everyone deserves a chance, she fears that her own has already slipped away. This lingering guilt – often undeserved – drives her to acts of courage, and sometimes of desperation.
She does not shy from combat; in truth, she embraces it, finding in the clash of steel a clarity of mind and a sense of purpose. In battle she is cold and focused, but beyond it she can be unexpectedly warm and caring toward her companions. Though she doubts she will ever be worthy of forgiveness, she hopes fiercely that others might still find light in the darkness.
To summarize:
Towards herself – harsh, critical, burdened by remorse.
Towards others – patient, compassionate, believing in the spark of good that endures.
Towards the world – wary but not cynical; ready to take risks to protect the innocent.
Backstory:
Rahela Cordeanu’s earliest memories are of the cold stone halls of an Ustalavian orphanage. She was left there as an infant, swaddled in threadbare cloth, her appearance already enough to set her apart from the other children: skin as pale as moonlight, lips as dark as dried blood, and eyes shadowed as though sleep had never touched them. The matrons whispered of curses, of ill omens, and of an otherworldly taint. She was tolerated, never truly embraced.
As she grew, Rahela learned silence was her shield. Children jeered and avoided her, yet when sickness spread through the orphanage, she seemed untouched, walking the wards with a quiet calm that unnerved even the priests who came to tend the dying. By adolescence, she had already gained a reputation in the village as someone not entirely of this world—a cursed child of the night.
At sixteen, she fled the orphanage to escape the constant suspicion and fear. For years she drifted from town to town, surviving on odd jobs and learning to rely on her uncanny resilience. In Ustalav’s haunted countryside, she encountered hunters who stalked beasts and horrors lurking in the wilds. From them she learned not just how to wield a blade and crossbow, but how blood itself could be turned into a weapon. The rituals of the Blood Hunters came to her like second nature, as though the shadows within her had merely been waiting to be given form. Every scar she carved into her flesh in the name of power became both penance and promise—she would be the weapon that turned back the dark, even at the cost of her own soul.
It was during these years that Professor Petros Lorrimor crossed her path. Hired initially to act as a bodyguard during one of his riskier investigations in a remote Ustalavian ruin, Rahela’s poise under pressure and ability to remain unshaken in the face of horror impressed him. What was supposed to be a single job became the beginning of a strange partnership. Over the years, Lorrimor called on her more than once—sometimes to keep him safe in rough towns, sometimes to help retrieve artifacts in places where few dared to tread. He never questioned her appearance, nor the shadowed power she bore. To him, Rahela was not a cursed foundling, but a professional, among the best in her dangerous craft.
For the first time in her life, someone treated her not as a monster, but as a colleague. She never admitted it aloud, but she grew to respect the professor deeply.
Then came the letter. Not from Lorrimor, but from his daughter Kendra, bearing grim news: the professor was dead, and his funeral was to be held in Ravengro. Rahela read the words again and again, her black eyes lingering on the lines as if refusing to believe them. The man who had given her a place, who had seen her not as a burden of the night but as a person of worth, was gone.
Packing her longsword and hand crossbow, she set out for Ravengro. She owed him that much, at least—to stand at his graveside, and to honor the only man who had ever truly believed in her.
Abishai is an older man who found service with the temple after being mugged by a roving band of halfling thieves. They left him in the gutter to die after taking everything he had. Fortunately, Abishai was rescued by his Pastor and taught the way of the weapon and how that weapon blends with divine guidance to enact justice across the realm. While Abishai seeks to right the world's wrongs, he struggles to trust a halfling again and views them all with suspicion, though he always remains respectful.
Abishai met Professor Lorrimor while on the road between cities. The Professor found himself in a similar situation as Abishai had earlier in life: robbed and left to die alone. A chance meeting or divine fate? Abishai saved the man's life, and they became fast friends as they traveled back to the comforts of civilization.
Appearance/Personality:
Abishai is an older man, though not elderly. He wears his greying hair as a crown of wisdom. He's honed his body and mind so as to never be defenseless again. Heavy armor protects the burly man when diplomacy fails. He's always respectful, even to his foes. He's learned a soft response is better than a harsh word. While he does have trouble trusting others, once that trust is formed it's rock solid. That's why it hurts the man all the more if that trust is betrayed.
I see omens in every event and action. The gods try to speak to us, we just need to listen.
I can find common ground between the fiercest enemies, empathizing with them and always working toward peace.
Ideal/Bond/Flaw:
Charity. I always try to help those in need, no matter what the personal cost. (Good)
I owe my life to the priest who took me in when I almosted died.
I am suspicious of strangers and expect the worst of them.
Character Hook:
Chance Savior: Fate smiled on you and Professor Lorrimor one day in the not so distant past. Through a matter of pure chance, you were in a position to save the late scholar’s life and did so. His gratitude was effusive, and he promised that he would never forget you. You are unsure of the nature of the summons in his will, but believe he may have listed you as a possible heir in thanks for saving him from an untimely demise.
Less than 24 hours remain until the recruitment deadline. If you're still working on your character sheet, don’t worry—mechanical details aren’t the deciding factor. What matters most is your character’s story and how well it fits the setting.
Name: Cerak Horguson Race: Dwarf Class: Sorceror Alignment: Chaotic Neutral with good tendencies Background: Sage Personality Traits: Learner, Street-Smart, Adventerous Ideal/Bond/Flaw: Wants to gain a better understanding of the world and himself/Loves the library at the University of Lepidstadt. Most prized possession is his journal in which he keeps track of all he has discovered/Occasionally reckless in the pursuit of knowledge. Tends to forgo logic and experience when others place constraints on him or tell him he can't do something, as a result of his past with his father Character Hook: Mend burnt bridges. Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/151055809
Please provide a paragraph or two on the below:
Appearance: Years spent scouring books late at night and living from inn to inn have caused Cerak to look considerably older than he is. The dark hair on his head is receding, though his beard manages to stay mighty healthy. His skin is an olive color, and he carries a pair of glasses in his pack for reading.
Personality: Cerak is an avid scholar, and is prone to rambling about things he has learned or is currently studying. He is not however, just some bookworm; his time spent traveling from city to city and living on the streets taught him how to talk to people, and convince them to do his bidding. He was kind and compassionate, and many people in the cities he lived in would consider him a friend, but Cerak believes he only has a few true friends. Still, Cerak is willing to give up everything for those he does allow himself to grow close to.
Backstory: Cerak was born and raised in Ravengro, was gifted with magic, and used it whenever he could. His father was a fisherman, and a much more conservative dwarf than his son when it came to magic. He discouraged his son's magic, and tried to induct him into the family business to no avail. After a massive argument, Cerak stormed out of his home with all of his belonging's, never to return. He traveled from city to city in search of knowledge about his power, living on his ability to woo people into giving him discounts and handouts, until he met Petros Lorrimor. They became friends through their love of learning and knowledge. Together, they learned about history and magic, two topics that interested Cerak greatly. One day though, Cerak hoped to return to his father and fix what had been undone.
Thanks to everyone that applied. Here are the final selectees.
EmileTherese playing Yua Kurosawa, human Wizard, Culuril playing Shaewyn Mistgrove, halfling Cleric, AerisGreenwich playing Vladislava "Vladia" Ciobanu, dhampir ranger, ConstancePhokas playing Egelina of Dawnton, human paladin, owlbear89 playing Calpurnia Pallas, tiefling fighter, Spectral_Siren playing Rahela Cordeanu, aasimar blood hunter,
Congratulations!
I was only supposed to choose five people, but I ended up choosing six. And it turns out we have an all-women team – clearly, the late professor enjoyed making lots of new friends, especially women :)
I’ll try to open the OOC thread today, where you’ll learn all the ins and outs. I’ll also put together the character pictures.
I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to create character sheets. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept everyone. Best of luck with your other recruitment efforts!
How exciting, glad to be on the team! I love the subtle postmortem characterization that the late professor was something of a womanizer given all the ladies named in his will. Shame for him that Vladia is almost certainly a lesbian - to the extent she is attracted to anyone at all, she still has a lot to work through before the idea of romance is on the table. Went ahead and chose her language proficiencies too so her sheet is ship shape and ready to go! This will be my first PbP game on the forums (though I have some experience using Discord), so needless to say I am raring to get into it!
Yay, I’m so glad I got in! This is my first game here, though I’ve been playing PbP for a while, especially on Discord and via PBEM. I can’t wait to dive in! Also, the fact that the GM chose an all-women party—and that Kendra only invited women to the funeral—is really intriguing. Can't wait to play!
Name: Shavaris Arnuanna
Race: Dhampir
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - with good tendencies
Background: Haunted One
Personality Traits: I refuse to become a victim, and I will not allow others to be victimized.
Ideals: I’ll stop the spirits that haunt me or die trying. (Any)
Bonds: I would sacrifice my life and my soul to protect those I love
Flaws: I feel no compassion for the dead. They’re the lucky ones.
Character Hook: Chance Savior
Character Sheet: Shavaris Arnuanna's Character Sheet - D&D Beyond
Appearance: Shavaris had the look of a wood elf. I mean, that was what she was before she had been turned. She was able to keep her condition under wraps until she brought it out, either by her direction, or if she was overwhelmed by the sight of blood. She wore overworn leathers and what looked like hand made leather slippers. She had short brown hair, with a shock of blond running through it towards the front. Her long pointed ears were pierced at the ends with several piercings.
Personality: A bit reserved, but never backs down from a fight. Whether with weapons or with words. She has her own moral compass, which she tries to steer for good and true, but ever since she turned it has become more difficult. She has lost the only family she had left and has since been hoping to find others to belong with, but feels this hope is in vain and is destined to be alone.
Backstory:
Shavaris and Eloise were a pair of wood elves that lived in the Witchgate Forest. They contented themselves with stealing from those they felt were better off than they were and therefore could spare to lose this or that and the two easily made excuses for their actions. But in the same token, if they ran across those that were hurt or needed their assistance, they were more than happy to help.
As a matter of fact, this is how the two of them met Professor Lorrimor. He had been the unlucky mark of several bandits that had stolen his carriage and all the books and scrolls he had stored in the wagon with him. The bandits had left him to die as they ran off with his treasures. The two hoisted him up in their tree to keep him from other prey and they ran down the bandits, returning all of his precious loot. They lived this way for decades before they heard about a treasure buried in the Renchurch Ruins.
Now they knew about the Ruins, I mean they knew they were located at the Southern edge of what they considered, their Forest, but they typically had ventured North from their Northern side of the Forest towards the Hungry Mountains, they found a lot of… action there.
Once Eloise had heard of this treasure though, she spent all of her time trying to get her sister to go. Once Shavaris acquiesced, they made their way down to the Ruins. This is where things get a bit fuzzy. She remembers approaching the Ruins in the middle of the night, feeling that they had been unseen.. Until they were spotted. And then she was back in her tree at the North of the Witchgate Forest without her sister and a new hunger that never ceased. When she meditates, it’s filled with nightmares of losing her sister.
Name: Rahela Cordeanu
Race: Aasimar (Fallen)
Class: Blood Hunter (Order of the Ghostslayer)
Alignment: NG
Background: Haunted One
Personality Traits:
„I keep my emotions under tight control, but my compassion sometimes leaks through when I least expect it.”
„Darkness clings to me, but I use it as a shield, not a weapon.”
Ideal:
Redemption. „Though I carry the taint of shadow, I believe every soul deserves a chance at the light.”
Bond:
"There’s evil in me, I can feel it. It must never be set free."
Flaw:
„I sometimes mistake kindness for weakness, and I push others away for their own safety.”
„I am drawn to darkness like a moth to flame, even when I know it might consume me.”
Character Hook: On the Payroll
Character sheet: TBD
Appearance:
A tall woman of striking presence, standing about 5'8" with a lean yet graceful figure. Her skin is pale, almost luminescent against the cascade of raven-black hair that frames her face. Her eyes are a light blue, carrying an unsettling intensity that few can meet without unease. She dresses in somber attire—black and red long coats, layered fabrics, and high collars—echoing both elegance and menace. Atop her head rests a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a feather. At her side hangs a finely crafted longsword, its edge kept immaculate, while a compact hand crossbow rests on her back. Everything about her—the sharp lines of her garb, the poise in her movements, and the shadows clinging to her—speaks of someone marked by a fallen grace, a beauty that borders on the otherworldly.
Personality:
Rahela is a woman touched by both shadow and light. At first glance she seems distant and guarded – trust does not come easily to her – yet she is neither cold nor cruel. Her voice is soft, seldom raised, and her weary gaze often reveals more than words ever could.
She always seeks a path that avoids tyranny and blind chaos. Though she believes everyone deserves a chance, she fears that her own has already slipped away. This lingering guilt – often undeserved – drives her to acts of courage, and sometimes of desperation.
She does not shy from combat; in truth, she embraces it, finding in the clash of steel a clarity of mind and a sense of purpose. In battle she is cold and focused, but beyond it she can be unexpectedly warm and caring toward her companions. Though she doubts she will ever be worthy of forgiveness, she hopes fiercely that others might still find light in the darkness.
To summarize:
Backstory:
Rahela Cordeanu’s earliest memories are of the cold stone halls of an Ustalavian orphanage. She was left there as an infant, swaddled in threadbare cloth, her appearance already enough to set her apart from the other children: skin as pale as moonlight, lips as dark as dried blood, and eyes shadowed as though sleep had never touched them. The matrons whispered of curses, of ill omens, and of an otherworldly taint. She was tolerated, never truly embraced.
As she grew, Rahela learned silence was her shield. Children jeered and avoided her, yet when sickness spread through the orphanage, she seemed untouched, walking the wards with a quiet calm that unnerved even the priests who came to tend the dying. By adolescence, she had already gained a reputation in the village as someone not entirely of this world—a cursed child of the night.
At sixteen, she fled the orphanage to escape the constant suspicion and fear. For years she drifted from town to town, surviving on odd jobs and learning to rely on her uncanny resilience. In Ustalav’s haunted countryside, she encountered hunters who stalked beasts and horrors lurking in the wilds. From them she learned not just how to wield a blade and crossbow, but how blood itself could be turned into a weapon. The rituals of the Blood Hunters came to her like second nature, as though the shadows within her had merely been waiting to be given form. Every scar she carved into her flesh in the name of power became both penance and promise—she would be the weapon that turned back the dark, even at the cost of her own soul.
It was during these years that Professor Petros Lorrimor crossed her path. Hired initially to act as a bodyguard during one of his riskier investigations in a remote Ustalavian ruin, Rahela’s poise under pressure and ability to remain unshaken in the face of horror impressed him. What was supposed to be a single job became the beginning of a strange partnership. Over the years, Lorrimor called on her more than once—sometimes to keep him safe in rough towns, sometimes to help retrieve artifacts in places where few dared to tread. He never questioned her appearance, nor the shadowed power she bore. To him, Rahela was not a cursed foundling, but a professional, among the best in her dangerous craft.
For the first time in her life, someone treated her not as a monster, but as a colleague. She never admitted it aloud, but she grew to respect the professor deeply.
Then came the letter. Not from Lorrimor, but from his daughter Kendra, bearing grim news: the professor was dead, and his funeral was to be held in Ravengro. Rahela read the words again and again, her black eyes lingering on the lines as if refusing to believe them. The man who had given her a place, who had seen her not as a burden of the night but as a person of worth, was gone.
Packing her longsword and hand crossbow, she set out for Ravengro. She owed him that much, at least—to stand at his graveside, and to honor the only man who had ever truly believed in her.
Name: Abishai Strum
Race: Human
Classe/Subclass: Cleric/Life
Alignment: Lawful good
Backstory:
Abishai is an older man who found service with the temple after being mugged by a roving band of halfling thieves. They left him in the gutter to die after taking everything he had. Fortunately, Abishai was rescued by his Pastor and taught the way of the weapon and how that weapon blends with divine guidance to enact justice across the realm. While Abishai seeks to right the world's wrongs, he struggles to trust a halfling again and views them all with suspicion, though he always remains respectful.
Abishai met Professor Lorrimor while on the road between cities. The Professor found himself in a similar situation as Abishai had earlier in life: robbed and left to die alone. A chance meeting or divine fate? Abishai saved the man's life, and they became fast friends as they traveled back to the comforts of civilization.
Appearance/Personality:
Abishai is an older man, though not elderly. He wears his greying hair as a crown of wisdom. He's honed his body and mind so as to never be defenseless again. Heavy armor protects the burly man when diplomacy fails. He's always respectful, even to his foes. He's learned a soft response is better than a harsh word. While he does have trouble trusting others, once that trust is formed it's rock solid. That's why it hurts the man all the more if that trust is betrayed.
Personality Traits:
Ideal/Bond/Flaw:
Character Hook:
Chance Savior: Fate smiled on you and Professor Lorrimor one day in the not so distant past. Through a matter of pure chance, you were in a position to save the late scholar’s life and did so. His gratitude was effusive, and he promised that he would never forget you. You are unsure of the nature of the summons in his will, but believe he may have listed you as a possible heir in thanks for saving him from an untimely demise.
Receive +2 bonus to Initiative checks.
Character Sheet:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/149873951
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights. DM for Dragons of Icespire Peak Pbp
Application sent through PM.
Less than 24 hours remain until the recruitment deadline. If you're still working on your character sheet, don’t worry—mechanical details aren’t the deciding factor. What matters most is your character’s story and how well it fits the setting.
I’ll announce the results tomorrow.
Name: Cerak Horguson
Race: Dwarf
Class: Sorceror
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral with good tendencies
Background: Sage
Personality Traits: Learner, Street-Smart, Adventerous
Ideal/Bond/Flaw: Wants to gain a better understanding of the world and himself/Loves the library at the University of Lepidstadt. Most prized possession is his journal in which he keeps track of all he has discovered/Occasionally reckless in the pursuit of knowledge. Tends to forgo logic and experience when others place constraints on him or tell him he can't do something, as a result of his past with his father
Character Hook: Mend burnt bridges.
Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/151055809
Please provide a paragraph or two on the below:
Appearance: Years spent scouring books late at night and living from inn to inn have caused Cerak to look considerably older than he is. The dark hair on his head is receding, though his beard manages to stay mighty healthy. His skin is an olive color, and he carries a pair of glasses in his pack for reading.
Personality: Cerak is an avid scholar, and is prone to rambling about things he has learned or is currently studying. He is not however, just some bookworm; his time spent traveling from city to city and living on the streets taught him how to talk to people, and convince them to do his bidding. He was kind and compassionate, and many people in the cities he lived in would consider him a friend, but Cerak believes he only has a few true friends. Still, Cerak is willing to give up everything for those he does allow himself to grow close to.
Backstory: Cerak was born and raised in Ravengro, was gifted with magic, and used it whenever he could. His father was a fisherman, and a much more conservative dwarf than his son when it came to magic. He discouraged his son's magic, and tried to induct him into the family business to no avail. After a massive argument, Cerak stormed out of his home with all of his belonging's, never to return. He traveled from city to city in search of knowledge about his power, living on his ability to woo people into giving him discounts and handouts, until he met Petros Lorrimor. They became friends through their love of learning and knowledge. Together, they learned about history and magic, two topics that interested Cerak greatly. One day though, Cerak hoped to return to his father and fix what had been undone.
Thanks to everyone that applied. Here are the final selectees.
EmileTherese playing Yua Kurosawa, human Wizard,
Culuril playing Shaewyn Mistgrove, halfling Cleric,
AerisGreenwich playing Vladislava "Vladia" Ciobanu, dhampir ranger,
ConstancePhokas playing Egelina of Dawnton, human paladin,
owlbear89 playing Calpurnia Pallas, tiefling fighter,
Spectral_Siren playing Rahela Cordeanu, aasimar blood hunter,
Congratulations!
I was only supposed to choose five people, but I ended up choosing six. And it turns out we have an all-women team – clearly, the late professor enjoyed making lots of new friends, especially women :)
I’ll try to open the OOC thread today, where you’ll learn all the ins and outs. I’ll also put together the character pictures.
I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to create character sheets. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept everyone. Best of luck with your other recruitment efforts!
How exciting, glad to be on the team! I love the subtle postmortem characterization that the late professor was something of a womanizer given all the ladies named in his will. Shame for him that Vladia is almost certainly a lesbian - to the extent she is attracted to anyone at all, she still has a lot to work through before the idea of romance is on the table. Went ahead and chose her language proficiencies too so her sheet is ship shape and ready to go! This will be my first PbP game on the forums (though I have some experience using Discord), so needless to say I am raring to get into it!
Yay, I’m so glad I got in! This is my first game here, though I’ve been playing PbP for a while, especially on Discord and via PBEM. I can’t wait to dive in! Also, the fact that the GM chose an all-women party—and that Kendra only invited women to the funeral—is really intriguing. Can't wait to play!
Ok, we have OOC thread here.
EmileTherese , Culuril , AerisGreenwich, ConstancePhokas , owlbear89 , Spectral_Siren - please confirm there your readiness for the game.