A world split into two parts --- that of Faerie, and that of Woman and Man. Creatures --- humans, elves, dwarves, and the like --- dominate the southern parts of the world, where they were birthed from flame long ago, while the faeries are beings of frigid cold --- of dark pine and fiery candles, of faery tales (if I am to use the reference).
Your adventure begins in the small border town of Lyrey. Set on the windy moor and in the towering forest that shadows it, it is a place where all converge. You can see dragonborns working as blacksmiths, faeries shopping in the human part of town --- a peaceful place, more peace between the two groups seen here than anywhere else. "Tis a beautiful place, one where everyone coexists.
But what happens when something threatens it all --- threatens to break this peace?
Kyfyer, your journey has been long and arduous, and you'd like nothing more than to rest --- perhaps in one of Lyrey's famed inns? You tramp into town as the sun begins to rise over the forest, children playing in the streets stopping to look at the warrior --- armor glistening, blade fiery in the light, your fae sigil visible against your breastplate.
Your journey has been marked, recently, by a strange occurrence --- that of an attack against you, fey-like beasts rising from the forest to devour. They were no foes for your mighty person, but they were uneasing still. Perhaps you'll find some answers here.
Faldres, your day begins as it usually does --- after awaking, you head down to Dors, the local faerie blacksmith, to help him out. His paper-thin wings, near filament, refract the sunlight into a million different colors, while his aging, yet rugged features give him a blacksmith's look. He's pounding on the anvil once you arrive, and smiles up at you as he sees you approach.
"Ho, friend!" he says, coughing a bit, as he strikes blow after blow upon a rusty sword. "How goes this fine morning?"
Kassity wakes --- sweat marring her brow, a fearful frown showing that not all is right here. But everything is fine --- she's in her room, on her bed. Nothing is trying to kill her. But the village elder...and then...what did she say? Kassity has dreamt of the past --- of her village's elder, long ago, returning from the dead. To tell her something...but what? The dream slips away faster than sand, and soon none of it remains in her head. Best not to worry, she thinks, but can't quite shake it.
From downstairs, the scent of wafting meat and bread comes --- Lyrey's finest. Cutlery clinks, and soon, she can't help but go downstairs and sate her appetite.
Godfrey also wakes in the inn, in his own room (OOC: We'll assume you've already paid for rooms). His sleep's been fine --- although a little low in quantity, since the strange creaking sounds he's heard from the closet have slightly deprived him. He also follows the call of cutlery --- entering the long, carpeted hallway, floorboards creaking beneath, pondering eldritch questions of magick. Then, a thump --- and he's lying on the floor as well, looking up at the woman he just bumped into.
Kassity stands there, confused, rubbing her head, and looking down at a dragonborn. Large and light-blue, he paints a picture unlike any other one of them she's seen before. He looks up, confused as well --- "Ow! What were you doing there?"
Brink wakes from a dream as well --- or perhaps it's better to phrase it as a reminiscence. His ship sinking into the dark, stony waves below, as he violently swam through the choppy waters -- but it's not real, just the past. He traipses gently downstairs, past two people who've just collided, and enters a room full of wonders. Appealing smells assault the nose -- that of fresh bacon and warm bread, ready for the eating. His face lights up subconsciously as he watches faeries with unimaginable beauty serve humans, dwarves, and elves -- such a peaceful place. Glass-paned windows face the street, letting in a downpour of natural light: sunlight brightens the faces of all.
Half of the tavern is built in the forest, while half is in the plains, making an interesting scene -- trees and roots grow up on the faerie side, giving it the look of a forest that wasn't controlled properly, while the other half is bright with sun and is covered, as per the quintessential tavern, with woodchips and creaking planks.
The first thought that Momo has upon entering the town of Lyrey is: why's it so bright? Squinting, scrunching his eyes as the sun begins to rise, he treks into town, backpack sagging across his back. People give him strange looks as he enters -- both humans and faeries alike -- but he continues on, caring not, marching towards the forest ahead.
As his eyes begin to water, he spies a sign -- that for a tavern, half in-forest and half out -- the Fiery Faerie its name. You enter a large, eye-catching room -- filled with intermingling patrons, happy people, and a warm breakfast, as if it was prepared for you.
A large, striking female faerie flutters over to you, a smile adorning her face. "What'd you like, dearie?" she asks kindly, producing an open notebook and a pencil.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out! inspired by cyno’s sig :)
(OOC: Really excited to get this going, all! I'll be on-and-off for the next few days, just to let you all know. Group 2 coming before the end of the day)
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Kassity wakes and stretches greeting the dawn with a lopsided smile. Mmmm breakfast.
She quickly dons her clothes and light gear then bounces downstairs. Maybe somebody interesting will happen by today. Nothing like bacon and friendly company to chase away wierdo dreams.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Kassity, as you head on downstairs -- down the long, creaking hallway and towards the scrumptious smells of below, you take a turn -- only to run into a dragonborn, deep in thought. With a loud clump, he lands on the floor. He rubs his light-blue scales vigorously, grunting in pain. Pain spreads throughout your head, as well --- those horns really pack a punch.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out! inspired by cyno’s sig :)
As his eyes begin to water, he spies a sign -- that for a tavern, half in-forest and half out -- the Fiery Faerie its name. You enter a large, eye-catching room -- filled with intermingling patrons, happy people, and a warm breakfast, as if it was prepared for you.
A large, striking female faerie flutters over to you, a smile adorning her face. "What'd you like, dearie?" she asks kindly, producing an open notebook and a pencil.
Momo's eyes open wide allowing all to easily see the whites all around...his lips bend into an ear to ear grin. "Have I been slain on the road and traveled to heaven??"
As the Faerie flew up, Momo did not register her flutter. At 1st ignoring the flitter, as his face was in awe but when she spoke, his Momo's trance was broken, looking toward her, his grin opened up again, hand to his purse to ensure he had funds. "breakfast would be just wonderful, yes siree....ah any livermush on the menu? Haven't found any since I left home, starting to think it is a real small regional food....ah...never mind, forget about that....instead...ah...some country ham on a couple of biscuits, an a side of grits with some tomato gravy....oh any fried green tomato's? ...oh...and... if I am still hungry and can afford it, is it possible afterwards to order seconds and have some county fried steak and eggs?
Momo drops his ruck, and sits down at the nearest table, looking under the table for street urchins then sliding the ruck between his legs on the floor.
(OOC: Really excited to get this going, all! I'll be on-and-off for the next few days, just to let you all know. Group 2 coming before the end of the day)
(OOC: Me too. Is there a way to have eveyone's character sheet? Maybe a campaign link, at least mine is in my description in red).
Kassity, as you head on downstairs -- down the long, creaking hallway and towards the scrumptious smells of below, you take a turn -- only to run into a dragonborn, deep in thought. With a loud clump, he lands on the floor. He rubs his light-blue scales vigorously, grunting in pain. Pain spreads throughout your head, as well --- those horns really pack a punch.
The fall hurt more than he would've thought it would. Scratching the base of his tail as he fell on it, he quietly groans and looks up. Standing in front of him is an elf woman with quite an intimidating look.
-Oh! I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't look where I was going. Are you ok?.- asks the dragonborn while standing up without even dusting off his clothes with a worried look in his face.
(OOC: Really excited to get this going, all! I'll be on-and-off for the next few days, just to let you all know. Group 2 coming before the end of the day)
(OOC: Me too. Is there a way to have eveyone's character sheet? Maybe a campaign link, at least mine is in my description in red).
Kassity, as you head on downstairs -- down the long, creaking hallway and towards the scrumptious smells of below, you take a turn -- only to run into a dragonborn, deep in thought. With a loud clump, he lands on the floor. He rubs his light-blue scales vigorously, grunting in pain. Pain spreads throughout your head, as well --- those horns really pack a punch.
The fall hurt more than he would've thought it would. Scratching the base of his tail as he fell on it, he quietly groans and looks up. Standing in front of him is an elf woman with quite an intimidating look.
-Oh! I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't look where I was going. Are you ok?.- asks the dragonborn while standing up without even dusting off his clothes with a worried look in his face.
(OOC: Making a campaign link soon. I'll post it here.)
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out! inspired by cyno’s sig :)
As his eyes begin to water, he spies a sign -- that for a tavern, half in-forest and half out -- the Fiery Faerie its name. You enter a large, eye-catching room -- filled with intermingling patrons, happy people, and a warm breakfast, as if it was prepared for you.
A large, striking female faerie flutters over to you, a smile adorning her face. "What'd you like, dearie?" she asks kindly, producing an open notebook and a pencil.
Momo's eyes open wide allowing all to easily see the whites all around...his lips bend into an ear to ear grin. "Have I been slain on the road and traveled to heaven??"
As the Faerie flew up, Momo did not register her flutter. At 1st ignoring the flitter, as his face was in awe but when she spoke, his Momo's trance was broken, looking toward her, his grin opened up again, hand to his purse to ensure he had funds. "breakfast would be just wonderful, yes siree....ah any livermush on the menu? Haven't found any since I left home, starting to think it is a real small regional food....ah...never mind, forget about that....instead...ah...some country ham on a couple of biscuits, an a side of grits with some tomato gravy....oh any fried green tomato's? ...oh...and... if I am still hungry and can afford it, is it possible afterwards to order seconds and have some county fried steak and eggs?
Momo drops his ruck, and sits down at the nearest table, looking under the table for street urchins then sliding the ruck between his legs on the floor.
"Hmm...livermush, you say? Haven't heard that request in a while --- but I think that we'll have some. But, if you want some ham, that'll also be fine."
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out! inspired by cyno’s sig :)
A world split into two parts --- that of Faerie, and that of Woman and Man. Creatures --- humans, elves, dwarves, and the like --- dominate the southern parts of the world, where they were birthed from flame long ago, while the faeries are beings of frigid cold --- of dark pine and fiery candles, of faery tales (if I am to use the reference).
Your adventure begins in the small border town of Lyrey. Set on the windy moor and in the towering forest that shadows it, it is a place where all converge. You can see dragonborns working as blacksmiths, faeries shopping in the human part of town --- a peaceful place, more peace between the two groups seen here than anywhere else. "Tis a beautiful place, one where everyone coexists.
But what happens when something threatens it all --- threatens to break this peace?
Kyfyer, your journey has been long and arduous, and you'd like nothing more than to rest --- perhaps in one of Lyrey's famed inns? You tramp into town as the sun begins to rise over the forest, children playing in the streets stopping to look at the warrior --- armor glistening, blade fiery in the light, your fae sigil visible against your breastplate.
Your journey has been marked, recently, by a strange occurrence --- that of an attack against you, fey-like beasts rising from the forest to devour. They were no foes for your mighty person, but they were uneasing still. Perhaps you'll find some answers here.
Faldres, your day begins as it usually does --- after awaking, you head down to Dors, the local faerie blacksmith, to help him out. His paper-thin wings, near filament, refract the sunlight into a million different colors, while his aging, yet rugged features give him a blacksmith's look. He's pounding on the anvil once you arrive, and smiles up at you as he sees you approach.
"Ho, friend!" he says, coughing a bit, as he strikes blow after blow upon a rusty sword. "How goes this fine morning?"
Kassity wakes --- sweat marring her brow, a fearful frown showing that not all is right here. But everything is fine --- she's in her room, on her bed. Nothing is trying to kill her. But the village elder...and then...what did she say? Kassity has dreamt of the past --- of her village's elder, long ago, returning from the dead. To tell her something...but what? The dream slips away faster than sand, and soon none of it remains in her head. Best not to worry, she thinks, but can't quite shake it.
From downstairs, the scent of wafting meat and bread comes --- Lyrey's finest. Cutlery clinks, and soon, she can't help but go downstairs and sate her appetite.
Godfrey also wakes in the inn, in his own room (OOC: We'll assume you've already paid for rooms). His sleep's been fine --- although a little low in quantity, since the strange creaking sounds he's heard from the closet have slightly deprived him. He also follows the call of cutlery --- entering the long, carpeted hallway, floorboards creaking beneath, pondering eldritch questions of magick. Then, a thump --- and he's lying on the floor as well, looking up at the woman he just bumped into.
Kassity stands there, confused, rubbing her head, and looking down at a dragonborn. Large and light-blue, he paints a picture unlike any other one of them she's seen before. He looks up, confused as well --- "Ow! What were you doing there?"
Brink wakes from a dream as well --- or perhaps it's better to phrase it as a reminiscence. His ship sinking into the dark, stony waves below, as he violently swam through the choppy waters -- but it's not real, just the past. He traipses gently downstairs, past two people who've just collided, and enters a room full of wonders. Appealing smells assault the nose -- that of fresh bacon and warm bread, ready for the eating. His face lights up subconsciously as he watches faeries with unimaginable beauty serve humans, dwarves, and elves -- such a peaceful place. Glass-paned windows face the street, letting in a downpour of natural light: sunlight brightens the faces of all.
Half of the tavern is built in the forest, while half is in the plains, making an interesting scene -- trees and roots grow up on the faerie side, giving it the look of a forest that wasn't controlled properly, while the other half is bright with sun and is covered, as per the quintessential tavern, with woodchips and creaking planks.
The first thought that Momo has upon entering the town of Lyrey is: why's it so bright? Squinting, scrunching his eyes as the sun begins to rise, he treks into town, backpack sagging across his back. People give him strange looks as he enters -- both humans and faeries alike -- but he continues on, caring not, marching towards the forest ahead.
As his eyes begin to water, he spies a sign -- that for a tavern, half in-forest and half out -- the Fiery Faerie its name. You enter a large, eye-catching room -- filled with intermingling patrons, happy people, and a warm breakfast, as if it was prepared for you.
A large, striking female faerie flutters over to you, a smile adorning her face. "What'd you like, dearie?" she asks kindly, producing an open notebook and a pencil.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
inspired by cyno’s sig :)
(OOC: Really excited to get this going, all! I'll be on-and-off for the next few days, just to let you all know. Group 2 coming before the end of the day)
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
inspired by cyno’s sig :)
Kassity wakes and stretches greeting the dawn with a lopsided smile. Mmmm breakfast.
She quickly dons her clothes and light gear then bounces downstairs. Maybe somebody interesting will happen by today. Nothing like bacon and friendly company to chase away wierdo dreams.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Kassity, as you head on downstairs -- down the long, creaking hallway and towards the scrumptious smells of below, you take a turn -- only to run into a dragonborn, deep in thought. With a loud clump, he lands on the floor. He rubs his light-blue scales vigorously, grunting in pain. Pain spreads throughout your head, as well --- those horns really pack a punch.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
inspired by cyno’s sig :)
Momo's eyes open wide allowing all to easily see the whites all around...his lips bend into an ear to ear grin. "Have I been slain on the road and traveled to heaven??"
As the Faerie flew up, Momo did not register her flutter. At 1st ignoring the flitter, as his face was in awe but when she spoke, his Momo's trance was broken, looking toward her, his grin opened up again, hand to his purse to ensure he had funds. "breakfast would be just wonderful, yes siree....ah any livermush on the menu? Haven't found any since I left home, starting to think it is a real small regional food....ah...never mind, forget about that....instead...ah...some country ham on a couple of biscuits, an a side of grits with some tomato gravy....oh any fried green tomato's? ...oh...and... if I am still hungry and can afford it, is it possible afterwards to order seconds and have some county fried steak and eggs?
Momo drops his ruck, and sits down at the nearest table, looking under the table for street urchins then sliding the ruck between his legs on the floor.
(OOC: Me too. Is there a way to have eveyone's character sheet? Maybe a campaign link, at least mine is in my description in red).
The fall hurt more than he would've thought it would. Scratching the base of his tail as he fell on it, he quietly groans and looks up. Standing in front of him is an elf woman with quite an intimidating look.
-Oh! I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't look where I was going. Are you ok?.- asks the dragonborn while standing up without even dusting off his clothes with a worried look in his face.
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Dragonborn sorcerer Godfrey, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(OOC: Making a campaign link soon. I'll post it here.)
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
inspired by cyno’s sig :)
"Hmm...livermush, you say? Haven't heard that request in a while --- but I think that we'll have some. But, if you want some ham, that'll also be fine."
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
inspired by cyno’s sig :)
Livermush (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livermush) if you have it along with biscuits please. If you don't, then country ham is just great.