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Are you still accepting players?

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Any room left?

 

Yep! If both of you send in characters that'll be about what I was looking for. 

Will wait for characters to be sent in (I'll give you all the weekend) until I put the Recruiting tag off.

*hey do we start with extra gold?*

I'm going with a Fairy sorcerer

Ability scores: 15 10 9 15 15 14

So we have a bard, a cleric, two barbarians, and a sorcerer?

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So we have a bard, a cleric, two barbarians, and a sorcerer?

 Yup, i think so

Wynn

Fairy

Draconic Sorcerer

Guide background

Wynn grew up in the Feywild and forests. She had befriended a Dragon child when she was young and they became close, but when she was reaching her teen years the parent of the Dragon child decided it was time to move on. As a way to thank Wynn for her friendship with their child she was bestowed Draconic sorcery. Now years later Wynn has left the Feywild and is exploring the world.

Wynn is 4 feet tall (rather tall for a fairy) she has red hair and shimmering eyes that often change colors.  

https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/153774502/DrOaTu

Just to clarify, this will be 2014 rules?

Orrin Katarn, fighter (battlemaster), human

He’s a soldier background. A mercenary crossbowman looking for something to erase a dark past  

 https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/153777995/kiNPIf

i think it will be 2024? wes will let us when they get back

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i think it will be 2024? wes will let us when they get back

 If so that will rule me out. 

I used standard array, but might as well see what I roll..

Ability scores: 13 16 8 12 10 15

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*hey do we start with extra gold?*

Sure! Hadn’t really thought about it but I guess that makes sense. I’d say 8d8 GP sounds about right to me (enough to pay your drinking bills),

I’d probably prefer 2024 (I’m trying to stick with WoTC on this), but if 2014’s the way you want to go, I won’t stand in your way. (Pick your poison.)

I'm in for 2024 personally, adapting the content to 2024 isn't all that bad

WTH I’ll go ahead and give it a shot. 

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WTH I’ll go ahead and give it a shot. 

Cool! I’ll be off rest of the weekend most likely, I’ll give you that time to make/finalize characters before closing the thread.

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Ability scores: 14 14 10 10 17 12

Name: Tine Dancer

Class/Race: Bard / Half-Elf

Backstory: 

Tine was born in the harbor district of Xha’lin, where the smell of salt and ale filled the air and sailors’ songs drifted out of every doorway. Her elven father, left before after her birth.

Her mother, Mara Dancer, was a barmaid and storyteller in her own right,  a woman with a voice that could hush a room or start a brawl, depending on the tale. As Tine grew, she’d fall asleep behind the counter listening to sailors boast of ghost ships, pirates cursed by sirens, and storms that sang to the dead. Those stories became her schooling.

When old enough Tine set out to chase the kind of legends she’d grown up hearing. She played on street corners, in seedy inns, and on ship decks bound for forgotten coasts, wherever there were ears to listen and hearts to stir.

Now, she finds herself aboard a weather-worn vessel bound for a lonely cliffside settlement, where rumor says the wind itself hums a tune no living bard can play. To most, it’s superstition, but to Tine, it sounds like a story waiting to be told.

 

 Just saw there was also a bard before this. If needed also have an idea for a tabaxi ranger, air gen storm sorc, water gen Paladin oath of sea.

goliath fighter

Orrin Stoneveil stands nearly eight feet tall, his skin a granite gray streaked with pale scars that look almost like the striations of rock. His bald head bears a jagged brand burned into the scalp — a faded sigil of his old warband. His eyes are a pale, stormy blue — the color of snow just before a blizzard. His beard is short and roughly trimmed, flecked with silver dust from years of battle and ash.

He wears a battered cuirass over thick leathers, the steel plates engraved with faint mountain motifs — the last remnant of his homeland. His halberd is a brutal weapon: the haft wrapped in worn hide, the blade nicked from decades of fighting. The greatsword slung across his back gleams with better care, its pommel bound with a strip of cloth once white — now gray with travel and age.

When he walks, he moves with the weary grace of a man who’s carried too much weight for too long — a mountain that somehow keeps walking.

Personality

Gruff. Stoic. Steady as stone. Korran doesn’t waste words, but when he speaks, people listen. He doesn’t bark orders or posture — he just is. His presence fills a room the way thunder fills a valley. Beneath the roughness, though, there’s a quiet gentleness: the way he sharpens his blade with reverence, the way he hums old songs of his people when he thinks no one hears.

He’s a soldier who’s seen too much. He believes in doing the job, keeping your word, and protecting those who can’t protect themselves. But there’s something haunted behind his eyes — a shadow that won’t lift, no matter how many battles he fights.

Catch Phrases / Mannerisms

• “Stone cracks, but it never bends.”
• “Every man has a weight to carry. Mine just happens to be heavier.”
• “I don’t fight for glory. Glory’s for the dead.”
• “You swing a blade to end a fight, not to start one.”
• (When frustrated): “Stone’s sake…”

He often rolls his shoulders and flexes his neck before combat, as if loosening the tension of the world itself. When resting, he uses his halberd as a walking stick, leaning on it like an old friend.

Backstory

Orrin was once a Stonewarden, one of the elite defenders of the mountain fortress of Gath Varn — a mercenary stronghold famed for its unbreakable discipline. For years, he served under Commander Halvek, a man he trusted like a brother. Together, they fought in foreign wars, selling their strength to the highest bidder.

But on one fateful campaign, everything changed. Their employer — a noble seeking to crush a rebellion — ordered the destruction of a village harboring insurgents. Orrin refused. Halvek did not. When Orrin tried to stop him, the Stonewardens turned on one another. By dawn, the village was ash, and the snow ran red. Orrin slew his commander with his own halberd.

When the fires died, he realized he had killed his brothers — and that he was alive only because he’d been willing to do so.

He buried the dead himself, marking each grave with a stone, and swore never to raise his weapon for gold again.

The people of Gath Varn called him oathbreaker and kin-slayer. He left his homeland that same night, crossing the sea to a strange land where no one knew his name.

Now he takes mercenary work only when it serves a purpose — protecting caravans, guarding villages, standing against raiders. But every night, he dreams of that burning snow, and every morning he wakes with the same question carved into his soul: How many good deeds does it take to balance one great sin?

Current Motivation

Orrin seeks redemption — though he’d never use that word. He simply believes that every act of protection, every innocent life spared, chips away at the darkness in his past.

He travels because he cannot go home.
He fights because he cannot forgive himself.
He protects because it’s all that’s left worth doing.

Presence

When Orrin enters a tavern, the chatter drops a notch. Not because he’s menacing — but because he’s immovable. There’s a gravity to him. He speaks in low, rumbling tones, like boulders grinding in the deep earth. People instinctively stand straighter when he looks at them.

And when he fights — it’s something to behold. Each swing of the halberd is measured, deliberate, efficient. He fights not with rage, but with inevitability. Like an avalanche that can’t be stopped.

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Ability scores: 15 18 16 15 15 17

woah... nice.