As the youngest of 5 siblings Tarver was always seen as the runt of the litter. Being that his family owned a tavern everyone in the family seemed to know what they did best... except for Tarver. He was a skilled musician but Taaybar his eldest brother was by far the best in the family and only being beat out by a hair in vocals by their dear sister Thalia. Travis the second youngest had a knack for getting his way with his words and with others pockets, he never got caught unlike Tarver who seemed to get caught quite a bit. Lucky for Tarver his bother Talon was always there to back him up in a fight.
It was a hectic life for the children but a fun one none the less. The only thing that might make them happier was if they knew their mother. The only knew a few things about their mother... they knew that she was an adventurer, that's how she met their father, and they knew that their father loved her very very much. One day he were fiddling about his fathers old things and found a letter addressed to his Father by some lord and lady... he can't quite remember the name. Tarver was quite young at the time and couldn't fully grasp what the letter meant... something about "...unworthy of Tatianna... Duties of a noble... simple men ...no place amongst high elves... etc..." he placed it back where he found it. He tried to find it again when he was older but couldn't.
As the rest of his sibling grew older their aspirations became known and for one reason or another bid the tavern adieu, Tarver was tired of singing and telling tale of famous adventurers and wished to become one himself, Thalia joined a troupe and set off to see the world, Talon had been squired by a famous knight, and Travis said something about "thieving and such" which their father did not look happy about.
Tarver set off as well when he reached the age of 20, he can't quite remember what reason he gave his father... he can't quite remember what reason he gave himself... was it to find what he is truly great at, was it to find his mother... only time will tell.
YOUR TIME ZONE: GMT+8 || Philippines YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: Been playing dnd sporadically since I was 12 (20 now) in a family games. Really got into it a couple months ago with friends where we play 5e games and I DM. This will be my first pbp if I manage to get in. YOURSELF: 20yr old art student in his 4th year of university, has fallen in love with high fantasy and story telling, so much so that he wants to pursue a career in it. VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes
- NAME: Fat cat. Or FC for short. His real title is unknown to most. - CLASS: Tiefling Bard - BACKGROUND: Born into the criminal underbelly of the developing world, FC is renown for his connections, the way he handles business and his... sizable "personality."
Running several small lucrative rings in various industries has given FC a wide spread reputation as the 'favour trader'- the popular middleman who knows just the right guy for the right job.
Of course that doesn't mean he can't get his hands dirty himself. FC is known for brutal back stabbing and double crossing tactics. Don't be surprised when you see the assassin who you just paid for a job well done embed a dagger in your throat if you have in some way insulted FC.
All of this has come around on him just recently when a job went bad. Long established connections were broken and trust- along with reputation, was shattered. Now, FC is looking for a way to get back in the game..
- YOUR TIME ZONE: Australia NSW - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: you know me ;) dnd for 3-4 yrs, pbp just over a year. DM of the successful 'Temple of Ishassara' and active player in three other campaigns. World of Eothia setting in the works, coming soon.
-YOURSELF: Visual arts/Photography/ visual design teacher. However Crispy knows that already. If I get chosen, I can make awesome character sig's for the party.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: No. I cant commit to a regular discord, but may be able to pop on for a chat.
Pell was an orphan that was adopted by a temple dedicated to Kelemvor, God of Death. He was indoctrinated with the best of intentions to the teachings and trained to become a hunter of undead, just like the Hero he is named for and idolizes. In a big show of drama, an elder doomguide shammed a foretelling of where and how he'd die and Pell believed it. Out in the world he is overly and unshakingly optimistic, confident he can't be killed until the foretold time and place. However, he worries about others dying around him if they were to follow in his footsteps. Other than that, he decides on a whim where to go and believes it is Kelemvor guiding him... so he wanders aimlessly, but with purpose. Any hint of undead and he turns into a hound on a trail.
With a casual glance at Pell, a passerby would gain the impression that the tallish human wearing dark smoky colored armor and vestments, with a large heavy pack, a shield bearing an emblem of a skeletal hand holding a balanced scale on his back and a mace at his hip was quite vigorous and in the prime of his life as he walked with strength and even swagger. Yet any persons who looked him in the eyes would see an emaciated face with sunken eye sockets and cheeks, mottled black hair that appears to be falling out in splotches all over his scalp and dark brown eyes that appear black in all but the brightest light. Bright light also displays the spiderweb of veins and capillaries that would not usually be visible among humans with normal healthy looking skin instead of Pell's pale pasty white appearance. Usually people break eye contact at this point, and glance downwards, only to see a necklace of wooden beads, from which a bat hangs upside down like some macabre preserved pendent. Yet if looking long enough, the bat may shift slightly trying to keep its balance as it sways, open an eye or let out a tiny squeak, evidencing its living status. Eyes shying away from that as well, they may end up resting on Pell's pale and pasty white veiny hands with overly long fingers that just do not look right either. As a priest of Kelemvor, when recognized by the emblem on Pell's shield, it is awkward enough out and about during every day life, but the combination of his deity and his appearance makes just about everyone uneasy to be in his presence.
TIME ZONE: Eastern Standard Time.
D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I've played D&D as far back as grade school, although I didn't play it for years until about 7 years ago. Now I play a tabletop session twice a month and have played everything from 3.5, Black Company, Marvel Superheroes, TMNT, etc... I also participate with a 5e online group every Monday for the last 2 months as well as PbP here in the forums. (You can see from my signature what other campaigns I belong to, and find with a bit of sleuthing that I post regularly and several times a day, especially on weekdays.)
YOURSELF: I am an "older" guy and I started doing PBP because I have two very young children and a wife with an anxiety disorder, so I'm not able to be out and about doing other things. Being able to participate in campaigns like these keeps my creative juices flowing and my brain occupied.
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): I would vote NO, since I'd much prefer to have a separate OOC thread, or a shared personal message thread to keep everything in one place. That said, I am on discord and can use it.
Background: grew up in a small village. Under protection of a kingdom. Village couldn't contribute to the kingdom. So kingdom didnt care for them. Her home was just out of the village. Raised with orphans. To survive off the land. Around 20years plague struck the village. Kingdom did nothing but watch and keep record. The orphans not relying on the food and water of the town. Did what they could to help. Eventually only a handful of the orphans were left. The few that there was left . Went out to find a new life. (That's about as far as I've gotten with it).
Time zone: GMT (Alberta Canada )
Experience: I have no experience with in person rpg. Started 2 campaigns on her back in February. One fell apart the others dm went on hiatus for family problems. Played for about 5months.
About me : I'm a currier for purolator in northern Alberta. I'm 27. Video games,startrek, and vehicles are my hobbys
I dont know what ooc is and I've yet to figure out how discord works.
Btw I'm only on mobile. Not sure if that makes a problem or not
Currently playing in: Quest for the Shunned City, Coliseum of Conquest, DragonDenn's Dragonlords, Shipwrecked on Fugue, Tomb of Annihilation, Razor's Lost Mine of Phandelver, The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above
Currently DMing: Princes of the Apocalypse, Out of the Abyss, Coliseum of Conquest—The Arena (Sometimes)
- BACKGROUND: Kaldun was marked as an infant as special among his people. The elder sorcerers in his tribe saw he was marked with powerful magic and that the blood of their great Red Dragon ancestor imbued him with a natural connection with the arcane. His tribe mined the hills far north of Waterdeep, in a cold and desolate corner of the world that brought him few contacts with anyone outside his tribe. But Kaldun was spared toiling in the mines, instead he had the privilege to spend his days being instructed to properly channel is magical energy. They taught him that he needed to learn to use the fire within him to help the tribe. His fire could keep them warm, it could forge weapons, it could eliminate obstacles. Kaldun dutifully practiced his craft, eager to help and to lead his people.
Kaldun was nearly a man when he first encountered foreigners. In the summer of his sixth year, he was outside the hills hunting with his companions when they were suddenly set upon by an adventuring party. A mixed band of Elves, Gnomes, and Humans ambushed them and mercilessly killed several of his fellow Kobolds. Kaldun fought back fiercely, rallied his allies and stuck down several of the band, but they were undone by one spell from a powerful Elven Sorcerer. Though his brethren fled, Kaldun hid and watched as they slaughtered the survivors. Though he feared for his life, he was amazed by the power of the magic he had seen, and felt compelled to learn more about it. He left his home and stealthily followed the Sorcerer for many days before they arrived at the magnificent city of Waterdeep.
That was fifteen years ago, and Kaldun now calls Waterdeep his home. He was dazzled by the grandeur of the city, in awe of the rich and powerful people who could seemingly bend the world to their whim. He immersed himself in learning, and was amazed at how big the world outside his tribe was. However, he was also mortified to learn that the wanton cruelty visited upon him and his companions by the Elven Sorcerer was disturbingly common in Faerun. Though he had always been taught to fear foreigners and other races, Kaldun was also taught that the Kobold were a proud and fearsome people, the honorable descendants of dragons. But the rest of the world looked down Kobolds, the disparaged them, spit on them, beat them, and even killed them openly in the streets of this great city. As Kaldun absorbed the splendor and the decadence of Waterdeep, he became sure of his purpose in life. He would teach them all that the Kobolds were the sacred and honorable Draconic beings he believed them to be, rightful of a place amongst the elite races of the world. He was destined to be the one to teach them respect the Kobold... or to fear them. - YOUR TIME ZONE: EST (Pennsylvania) Most of my postings will be in the evenings, between 8-11.
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: Been playing off and on since I was a kid. Currently in 2 other 5e campaigns, one of which is pbp. I really like playing as some of the more exotic races, my other current characters are a Tabaxi Fighter and a Dragonborn Paladin. Have not played 5e as an arcane spellcaster yet, but I'm looking forward to doing so.
- YOURSELF: Majored in political science, and a big history buff. I try to sprinkle that into my characters. Kaldun has the flair of a radical Leninist Revolutionary to him. He is a major proponent of Kobold Nationalism, and will fight fiercely to restore dignity to his people. He is angry about his people's place in the social order, and is seeking radical political change... by any means necessary!
- BACKGROUND: Dice, like most little kids in the poor side of town, grew up on the streets (urchin). His father was a travelling tradesman, of some kind, and early in his life, his mother was imprisoned and placed into indentured servitude for debts owed that she could not pay. He has had a healthy skepticism for authority since, and a healthy desire to always keep his pockets full of coin.
He had a natural aptitude for gambling it seems, noticed and cultivated by an older street urchin who had taken him in earlier on when Dice was thrown out of his repossessed hovel of a home. They were fans of one of the local street magicians. It was he who realized that Dice's luck with games wasn't purely luck - but he could affect the weave and sometimes gleam a portent of the future. He worked with Dice on some of the basic skills, but it wasn't until he was older and was brought into one of the local - guilds - that he began to learn how to manipulate magic. His studies with the on-staff mages took off. During his time there, he cashed in his wages to pay his mother's debt and she was set free. He sends her a monthly stipend to help cover her expenses.
After working off some of the debt owed to the guild for the training he received, they parted on amicable terms- although there's always a favor or two that might be called in that he'll have to answer. Between those times though, he's happy living simply, if not poorly, saving whatever money he earns, and keeping an eye out for those that would try to gaff him of his money.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: US EST, with posts going up either early morning or late evening
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: First played in junior high, then took a twenty year hiatus before coming back to live play a few years ago, including a game where I serve as DM. I have been playing PbP on DnDB for about a year.
- YOURSELF: I'm allergic to both the sun and oranges, yet I live in a place known for both... I like to keep things interesting, I suppose.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): Yes
- NAME (Your characters name): Leon Luvon - CLASS : Monk / Way of the Open Hand (Half-elf) - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) :
Leon wasn't a wanted child. Family wasn't a thing he knew nor love, and as soon as he saw the chance to leave, he took it. He found himself wandering down trails and paths, away from the place he grew up and found himself content with homelessness as his freedom is what he wanted most. He managed to get by, using his charm and wit to have places to stay for the night, would sneak some food off fruit stalls, and had a quick hand to take a few coins from people.
On his journey he stumbled upon a temple, assuming it to be abandoned (due to it's... unkempt nature), he snuck his way inside, looking for anything worth a coin or two. As he rummaged through chests and tables, a noise caught his attention and as he spun around he was met with a flurry of precise hits, and not a moment after did he fall to the floor unconscious.
Upon waking up he found himself lying on white sheets, being watched by a fellow elf who had extended an offer to him; leave the life of theft and learn the ways of the monk.
Leon wasn't living with purpose, he had no where to go, no family, no home. How could he refuse?
Years had past and as he learned he showed such great potential in the make-shift family that he had. With great pride they set him out on a journey to find peace and closure within himself, to help others, and to find a purpose again. - YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) : EST - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) : I have very little experience, as I've started playing since last year with a very basic physical campaign. There were attempts at doing other campaigns online, but schedules weren't matching up so it's been difficult. I've never done PbP, but I do wish to learn as I think it's a great way to start fulfilling my need for DnD goodness (and because a full-time job isn't easy to balance with online/physical campaigns, although I would love to do more of those) . Listening to Critical Role has really helped push me to try and play more!
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) : I am a very shy egg, but my love for DnD is pushing me out of my comfort zone. Even If I'm not chosen to participate at least I can say I tried! The only thing is I'm actually going to meet my boyfriend September 15th-September 22nd so I may not be able to do too much at the start. I understand that this may cause an issue!
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) : Since I'm still a baby , I'm okay with this, so yes! I'm always looking to learn more about this game and I apologize if my questions may be a little dumb.
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I will be asking a select few of you for a preview of the character you'd like to play. This doesn't mean you've been accepted, and if you're not chosen for the preview it doesn't mean you're not accepted, either. This is just for my curiosity, BUT it will be another opportunity to sell yourself for a spot in the campaign, so again, take it seriously.
I will announce which people i'd like to hear from in the forums. Then, in a PM TO ME ONLY, you will give me a situation that you'd like for your character to be in and give me a paragraph or two of you role-playing that character in that situation. The situation doesn't matter, i'm really looking for you style, creativity, a little about your character's personality, and to see if you'd be a good fit.
Thanks for putting this together. Here is my application
NAME: Thrak Finefingers - CLASS: Half-Orc Bard Guild Artisan - BACKGROUND: 24 years ago, a lost luthier named Jeschenar Finefingers met a brave, bold, and dauntless orcish warrior, somewhere far away from the road to Waterdeep he was seeking, but close to a pond that sparkles with all the colors of the rainbow when the sunset hits it just right. One year later, a "beautiful" baby boy in a basket made from what appears to be something's skull appeared on his doorstep. Given the name of his maternal grandfather, Thrak was raised by his father in an in a small shop in a big city. His life was happy, but his temperment and familial occupation did not fit in with his growing physique. His large, thick digits soon made a mockery of his last name, and his inability to play the song in his heart led him to teenage sadness, and a vulnerability to the ill-minded suggestions of ill-spirited men. Wishing to see his son stay on the straight and narrow, Jeschenar called upon his friend Machaon, an experienced drum-maker, who took Thrak in as an apprentice. Thrak took to his new position like a fish to water, and was soon got his own mark as a drum-maker, with a specialty in war drums. Thrak's booming baritone also allowed him to sing over his personally made drums. That being said, Thrak is still his mother's child, and the desire for adventure and maybe a little bit of violence still resides within him. - YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) CST (Texas) - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) Intermittent D&D experience for last 7-8 years, with more in last year. No PbP experience, although I did do wrestling board based RPGs in the 90s. - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I own two angora rabbits and five guinea pigs, and have given scholarly presentations at San Diego Comic-Con and Worldcon - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) have never used discord, but would
Background: Looks, I could tells ya about how, ummm 20 years ago? 10? whatever, doesnnt matter. What matters is I was somes great adventurer who saved many a beast, and slayed many a peoples... waits a minute reverse that I saves people and slayed beasties, but you don't wanna hear about thas. You wanna know how ol Saraba gave all of it up retired it in the ground but most importantly you wanna know why. Well here I’ll tell ya how I forgot all my old ways and became a wise old monk and learnt what the secrets of life is. Well I can tell ya, but ya don'ts wants to hears about that either. What yall wants to hear is whats I can do for you. Well I'll gladly tell you that *HIC** right after thas drink ya promised. Wait Whas dis you ask again?
Time Zone US Eastern
Experience. I’m a old school gamer. Played many a game between 1989to 2000. Haven’t played since then. But my daughter is taking a interest in RPGs and this reignited my love of DND. I’ve never played by board before so I will be a bit of a noob but I’m willing to learn quickly.
Something about myself. I started taking HEMA classes back in March. I’m learning Longsword, Sword and Buckler, and my personal favorite Sabre.
Discord. Much like Iike playing via message board, using Discord will be new to me but I’m willing to learn.
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Let's see if I can make something work with these ability score rolls, Cdawg. Ability scores: 11118141410
Character Incoming
NAME: Bonlin Trueblood (Variant Human, took Tough feat) CLASS: Blood Hunter (will eventually go Order of the Lycan) BACKGROUND: Bon-Bon, as his mother called him, was always a "special" child. He was born to a lowish class family in Waterdeep. His father worked as a stonemason and his mother stayed at the house and took care of Bonlin, his three brothers and one sister. Bonlin was the youngest, and... well... kind of an accident. This caused his father to dislike him heavily, always leaving Bonlin to fend for himself during meals. Oh, I should also mention some minute detail about our "hero": he was also beaten to a pulp by his siblings, including his sister. After a ruthless beating sometime around Bonlin's tenth birthday, his mother decided to talk him to a secret sect hidden away from the urban environment of Waterdeep. The Twilight Order* took Bonlin in and started to train him to become a hunter of the night, slayer of monsters, and he will, himself, become a monster. On Bonlin's twentieth birthday, he was given the Hunter's Bane, the alchemical concoction used to alter the "victim's" blood forever. Upon recovery, he was given another concoction, this time, turning him into a monster he has studied for the past ten years... A LYCAN! ARROOOOOOOO!!!!! YOUR TIME ZONE: CST YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: D&D - some, PbP - B-man is here YOURSELF: I'm a 20 year old man from Oklahoma. I enjoy video games and writing (albeit I'm not very good at the latter, but I try!). VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Discord wouldn't be a bad idea, but neither would a thread on here dedicated to the same thing. I'll vote yes.
Sup, C-dawg? I've made a Blood Hunter to let you experience the greatness that is the class. This also gives me a chance to give Order of the Lycan a shot.
* - I totally made up Twilight Order... and it is TOTALLY NOT CAUSE THE TWILIGHT SERIES HAS WEREWOLVES AND STUFF IN IT!!!!
Iizan Rhukaan, a part of a mercenary war band of hobgoblins like, most war bands they only followed the coin. They never stayed in place for to long and when the time came they in countered adventures from time to time. They were easily put down and buried, many confused them with their smaller or bigger cousins. They however were different, practicing daily and only killing when paid or threatened. Iizan's life wasn't easy but he enjoyed it never the less. He was a young squire learning from his captian when a red dragon attacked his camp. Instead of running like most would do, they fought back to the dragons surprise. Most were inevitably killed burn to ash and those that lived tired to run at the last second. However the dragon quickly burnt them, Iizan running after his captain told him too run and was struck by the dragons tail flinging him across the camp leaving him unconscious and wounded. When he finally awoke the camp was nothing but embers and smoke. He looked for his captian but only found his burnt spell book. Filled with regret and anger he collected anything that was still useable and set out to find that red dragon that took everything from him.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: GMT-5 (Houston,Texas)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE : I have been playing D&D for a few years now. Veteran of the PBP and recently just finished a campaign.-
YOURSELF : I live in Texas, currently playing SKT in IRL and playing ToA and CoS in PBP. I have a few others open and one just closed. This will be a second attempt to try and join you game lol. Hopefully I can hop in this one.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD: YES I have discord and dont mind using it.
- NAME: Elhesia - CLASS: Female Human Rogue - BACKGROUND: A woman, she grew up in Baldur's Gate. Both parents are alive, they are owners of some clothing shops around the city. She was always a spoiled teen, charismatic and with an obsession with flowers, sunlight and nice clothes. She is very beautiful and charming, but most of the times she feels superior to whoever she's talking with so she's really condescending. One day, because of boredom, she decided to break into a local lord's house to steal clothing and jewelry and she liked it. Then, after the "heist" she just threw the plunder away. Now it has become a routine for her. Occasionally, on mondays, she robs people. She has lots of admirers and pretenders, but she doesn't like anyone of them and she thinks relationships are boring and "old-school". She is a bit crazy and unstable, but not evil.
To clarify, she's chaotic neutral. She's used to getting everything she wants but she isn't a "muh so random" character. She won't kill people just because she can. Also, it looks like she might be annoying to the party if RPed right, but I intend of keeping her nature just as a flavor. She knows that she needs the help of the party to succeed in the heist so she won't be too much of a drag.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: I'm from Italy, GMT+1. I can play most of the time, with multiple posts a day. - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I've been DMing for 4/5 years now with multiple campaigns both on Roll20 and IRL. More a DM than a player but I played a lot of small campaigns as well (my favorite characters were a Tortle Paladin and a Kenku Monk that spoke only with oriental quotes). I'm playing in a PbP TLMoP campaign here on DNDB and I'm running Tomb Of Horrors as well. - YOURSELF: I'm a 20 y.o. guy from Italy. I've been obsessed with fantasy since I was 12 probably. I play(ed) a lot of fantasy games ranging from Old School RPGs to more modern MMORPGS. I read a lot, and I write as well. Mostly in italian but I wrote some campaigns in english as well. I have a custom homebrew world for my IRL games and I love D&D. I played Pathfinder, 3.5, 3 and 5e. Other TRPGs I've played are Cyberpunk, Call Of Chtulu and Numenera. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes!
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Just going to roll some ability scores here and see what I've got to play with: 1013891510
- NAME : Finbar Stoutmantle - CLASS: Wizard - BACKGROUND: Finbar Stoutmantle is a shield dwarf who has spent many of his years as a calligrapher and script writer of note in the kingdom of Vaasa. He is as direct as any of his kind, gruff and focused on what he considers important and often dismissive of what he considers "useless prattle". He prefers action, and direct action at that, over elaborate planning and scheming, although he should not be mistaken as impatient for his long years with pen and quill have taught him as well as any that perfection requires time and care. As with most of his kind he is more than comfortable wielding a warhammer, especially if it involves placing it in the skull of a stray goblin or two, but by dwarven standards he doesn't think of himself of as a warrior by any means, but rather as a scholar and craftsman who's skill with pen finds some renown amongst the realms(a subject that his clansmen most enjoy mocking him about, much to his chagrin).
In recent years Finbar has developed a fascination(although many of his compatriots call it an obsession...) with Dwarven runesmithing, which he has come to view as the natural progression of his calligraphers trade, and as such he has begun seeking out any scripts or tomes of lore in relation to the craft to fuel this desire. In an effort aid his endeavour Finbar has taken tutelage in the arcane arts and become a proficient wizard himself, hoping that his study of the arcane will assist in his fascination. Having learned what he could in Vaasa he set off out into the world, travelling to the sword coast to learn what he could there, in particular hoping to visit the scholars of Candlekeep and their great libraries. And so he chose first of all to venture to Waterdeep in the hopes of finding a tome of significant value to trade for entry to the libraries of Candlekeep, for where else could such great treasures lie? Surely there will be a horde containing such artefacts somewhere within the great city of splendours!
- YOUR TIME ZONE: I live in Cornwall, in the UK. Timezone - GMT - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?): I'm comfortable with the ruleset but haven't got any experience of playing yet. I've spent years reading through the source books and obsessively thinking about the game, but never had a situation to actually sit and enjoy the game beyond imagining or watching critical role. For some reason it only recently occurred to me to look for PbP games which could very easily fit into my life! - YOURSELF: I'm 32, born in Scotland but live in Cornwall in the southwest of England, where I moved to be with my wonderful wife! I'm a software developer and I'm lucky enough to be able to work from home. I have two wonderful senior cats whom we adopted from our old neighbours that didn't look after them, Mr Pickles(Who loves to "help" me work) and Lucy(Who is a grumpy old lady who doesn't like to get out of bed). I love RPG's(in case that wasn't already obvious from being here :) ), going to the cinema, enjoying the wonderful Cornish scenery and settling down for a lovely night in with my wife. - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): I've never used Discord for text only chat, although have used discord before. Happy to participate in a discord chat if that's peoples preference, although I'm equally fine with an ooc thread.
Vutha was born of the former Blackfin tribe, one of the countless tribes living at the Marsh of Chelimber, where fighting with bullywugs and undead were the norm.
Their tribe was small to begin with but using their strength, and aggresiveness they maintain their hold of the land.
Until one day, fully armed men dressed in black armor and blood-red capes went through their territory. Treating this as a sign of disrespect, their tribe launched an assault, not knowing they were part of the Church of Bane.
During their encounter, Vutha can't help but to tremble as he watch his tribesmen slaughtered one by one until he was the only one left.
After the fight was over, one of their clergy members asked him, "Why did you not join your tribe to attack us, young one? Did our cruel ways of torturing your people made you tremble?".
"All of the tribes here had done those numerous times to each other. What made me tremble is that banner of yours", Vuthas points at the symbol of a grasping hand, "as if something unexplained dawned to me as I saw it."
The cleric smiled and replies, "That is fear young one", he looks to his men and said, "it seems our god blessed this lizardfolk, unlike those who came before him."
He grabs Vuthas' hands as if holding a precious being, "Fear is natural for those who are against our patron god Bane, and those who doesn't acknowledge it deserves death.
But you, my child, embraced it. Come with us my child and serve no one but Bane. Fear him always and make others fear him even more than you do.
Defy Bane and die - or in death find loyalty to him, for he shall compel it. Submit to the word of Bane as uttered by his ranking clergy, since true power can only be gained through service to him.
Spread the dark fear of Bane."
Vuthas knew he found his calling.
Time Zone: GMT +8
D&D/PbP Experience: I have started playing D&D in 5th ed and all of it in PbP format for the last seven months.
Yourself: Tabletop games aren't really that widely known in my country. I wanted to try hosting a campaign IRL to close friends (if I can convince them though) but lacks experience. Currently joining and hosting short campaigns here in PbP to learn more about the game and get the feeling of its mechanics since most of the people here have experience.
Vote for Discord Chatroom: I'm afraid I can't so my vote is a resounding No. My only means of connecting to the internet is via my low-end, if not an outdated phone, and one of its issues is the lack of memory space and ways to add more. It doesn't hamper me from being active though.
- BACKGROUND: Iiburr was born on the tropical islands Alucia. On these islands are four tribes; The Hook Red Birds who trained the ways of hunting since hatching. The Bright Sun Birds who are trained in medicine. The Tree Strong Birds who are trained in building and weaving, and the Song Sea Birds who are trained in sailing and navigation.
Iiburr found himself on a boat on the day of his hatching, but instead of two Arakocra parents, there where two elderly humans. Goache and Lidia found Iiburr drifting off in the sea, far from his home. They at first decided his egg would make quite the coin once they got back to shore, but once they found that he was somehow alive they decided to keep him for the company. Years passed and the elderly merchant couple had helped Iiburr utilize his innate navigation skills while teaching him the ways of haggling. When he reached adulthood, his human parents had passed, and soon after burying them on a beach, he set out to find his homeland and got lost. Turns out, not only was his home islands so remote, they were also between treacherous waters. Iiburr lacked the capabilities to defend himself, so he decided not to risk it.
Now, he is a traveling merchant, selling everything from shiny shells to rare pearls. He hopes to one day earn enough money to afford a crew and set out to find his home again.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: EST Valdosta, Georgia
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I have mainly role played on various forms, and my only knowledge of D&d stems from a few years of watching a handful of podcasts.
- YOURSELF: I am currently in school for a trade career. 21, born in Bronx, NY, currently living in south Georgia. I have been a fan of roleplaying since high school, though I currently lack the funds to make it an official hobby. Though I haven't played video games in a minute, I now mainly play MMO's. I have bought several art books and sketchbooks in hopes to one day reach the Mtg cards levels of art skill(they're what got me into drawing in the first place). For now I am trying to get a dark fantasy book I've been writing finished by the end of the year.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes, I don't mind using it.
Panmo grew up near Goldenfields, part of a halfling family more apt to to pilfer seed than to plant it. His parents taught him the family business, and, while he had some talent at hiding and distraction, he was never comfortable with the darker side of the family's pursuits. Sensing this, his father sent him on a final field test - a simple one, really, filching a small amount of coin from a merchant while his mother distracted the man. Panmo crept into position and drew his knife. A thumbs-up from his father encouraged him to press on. He nervously cut the purse, but before the first coin fell, some energy from his outstretched hand sealed the tear as if it had never happened. He yelped in surprise, and the merchant took notice. Confused, and not a little bit scared, Panmo fled. He fled the merchant who could see him to the stockades for this. He fled the parents whose instruction would see him to the stockades, if he continued on this path. Finally, he had some time to consider the purse. How had that cut healed itself? From him? The very thought was madness! He was the son of a thief, from a family of thieves.
And yet, that purse stitched itself, right in front of his eyes. Maybe he was no thief -- at least not a good one -- but he was not sure what he was, or what was happening to him. He knew, however, he could not find answers out here, amongst the farms of Goldenfields.
He would find his answers in the city. He would go to Waterdeep.
YOUR TIME ZONE US/Pacific (California)
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE After a 30 year hiatus, I started playing again (Adventurers League) at a local game store with my youngest a couple of years ago. I now play and occasionally DM at that store, and have begun to play and DM online, as well. (Some Roll20, some PbP.)
YOURSELF After going about my first ~46 years without exercise, my wife gave me a gadget that encouraged me to start. Much later, I was challenged to do more than the writstband minimum in the form of the The Murph (mile run, 100 pull-ups/200 push-ups/300 squats - in whatever splits you want - then another mile run, all wearing a 20 pound weight vest.) It took about 9 months of training - pull-ups are hard - but I completed it this past spring. A couple weeks later, for good measure, I registered for and ran a half marathon, because why not?
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS - No if a straight yes/no vote, as I would prefer an OOC thread here, but fine with using Discord as well.
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NAME: Tarver Longdove
RACE & CLASS: Half-Elven Bard
BACKGROUND:
As the youngest of 5 siblings Tarver was always seen as the runt of the litter. Being that his family owned a tavern everyone in the family seemed to know what they did best... except for Tarver. He was a skilled musician but Taaybar his eldest brother was by far the best in the family and only being beat out by a hair in vocals by their dear sister Thalia. Travis the second youngest had a knack for getting his way with his words and with others pockets, he never got caught unlike Tarver who seemed to get caught quite a bit. Lucky for Tarver his bother Talon was always there to back him up in a fight.
It was a hectic life for the children but a fun one none the less. The only thing that might make them happier was if they knew their mother. The only knew a few things about their mother... they knew that she was an adventurer, that's how she met their father, and they knew that their father loved her very very much. One day he were fiddling about his fathers old things and found a letter addressed to his Father by some lord and lady... he can't quite remember the name. Tarver was quite young at the time and couldn't fully grasp what the letter meant... something about "...unworthy of Tatianna... Duties of a noble... simple men ...no place amongst high elves... etc..." he placed it back where he found it. He tried to find it again when he was older but couldn't.
As the rest of his sibling grew older their aspirations became known and for one reason or another bid the tavern adieu, Tarver was tired of singing and telling tale of famous adventurers and wished to become one himself, Thalia joined a troupe and set off to see the world, Talon had been squired by a famous knight, and Travis said something about "thieving and such" which their father did not look happy about.
Tarver set off as well when he reached the age of 20, he can't quite remember what reason he gave his father... he can't quite remember what reason he gave himself... was it to find what he is truly great at, was it to find his mother... only time will tell.
YOUR TIME ZONE: GMT+8 || Philippines
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: Been playing dnd sporadically since I was 12 (20 now) in a family games. Really got into it a couple months ago with friends where we play 5e games and I DM. This will be my first pbp if I manage to get in.
YOURSELF: 20yr old art student in his 4th year of university, has fallen in love with high fantasy and story telling, so much so that he wants to pursue a career in it.
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes
- NAME: Fat cat. Or FC for short. His real title is unknown to most.
- CLASS: Tiefling Bard
- BACKGROUND: Born into the criminal underbelly of the developing world, FC is renown for his connections, the way he handles business and his... sizable "personality."
Running several small lucrative rings in various industries has given FC a wide spread reputation as the 'favour trader'- the popular middleman who knows just the right guy for the right job.
Of course that doesn't mean he can't get his hands dirty himself. FC is known for brutal back stabbing and double crossing tactics. Don't be surprised when you see the assassin who you just paid for a job well done embed a dagger in your throat if you have in some way insulted FC.
All of this has come around on him just recently when a job went bad. Long established connections were broken and trust- along with reputation, was shattered. Now, FC is looking for a way to get back in the game..
- YOUR TIME ZONE: Australia NSW
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: you know me ;) dnd for 3-4 yrs, pbp just over a year. DM of the successful 'Temple of Ishassara' and active player in three other campaigns. World of Eothia setting in the works, coming soon.
-YOURSELF: Visual arts/Photography/ visual design teacher. However Crispy knows that already. If I get chosen, I can make awesome character sig's for the party.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: No. I cant commit to a regular discord, but may be able to pop on for a chat.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Pell was an orphan that was adopted by a temple dedicated to Kelemvor, God of Death. He was indoctrinated with the best of intentions to the teachings and trained to become a hunter of undead, just like the Hero he is named for and idolizes. In a big show of drama, an elder doomguide shammed a foretelling of where and how he'd die and Pell believed it. Out in the world he is overly and unshakingly optimistic, confident he can't be killed until the foretold time and place. However, he worries about others dying around him if they were to follow in his footsteps. Other than that, he decides on a whim where to go and believes it is Kelemvor guiding him... so he wanders aimlessly, but with purpose. Any hint of undead and he turns into a hound on a trail.
With a casual glance at Pell, a passerby would gain the impression that the tallish human wearing dark smoky colored armor and vestments, with a large heavy pack, a shield bearing an emblem of a skeletal hand holding a balanced scale on his back and a mace at his hip was quite vigorous and in the prime of his life as he walked with strength and even swagger. Yet any persons who looked him in the eyes would see an emaciated face with sunken eye sockets and cheeks, mottled black hair that appears to be falling out in splotches all over his scalp and dark brown eyes that appear black in all but the brightest light. Bright light also displays the spiderweb of veins and capillaries that would not usually be visible among humans with normal healthy looking skin instead of Pell's pale pasty white appearance. Usually people break eye contact at this point, and glance downwards, only to see a necklace of wooden beads, from which a bat hangs upside down like some macabre preserved pendent. Yet if looking long enough, the bat may shift slightly trying to keep its balance as it sways, open an eye or let out a tiny squeak, evidencing its living status. Eyes shying away from that as well, they may end up resting on Pell's pale and pasty white veiny hands with overly long fingers that just do not look right either. As a priest of Kelemvor, when recognized by the emblem on Pell's shield, it is awkward enough out and about during every day life, but the combination of his deity and his appearance makes just about everyone uneasy to be in his presence.
TIME ZONE: Eastern Standard Time.
D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I've played D&D as far back as grade school, although I didn't play it for years until about 7 years ago. Now I play a tabletop session twice a month and have played everything from 3.5, Black Company, Marvel Superheroes, TMNT, etc... I also participate with a 5e online group every Monday for the last 2 months as well as PbP here in the forums. (You can see from my signature what other campaigns I belong to, and find with a bit of sleuthing that I post regularly and several times a day, especially on weekdays.)
YOURSELF: I am an "older" guy and I started doing PBP because I have two very young children and a wife with an anxiety disorder, so I'm not able to be out and about doing other things. Being able to participate in campaigns like these keeps my creative juices flowing and my brain occupied.
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): I would vote NO, since I'd much prefer to have a separate OOC thread, or a shared personal message thread to keep everything in one place. That said, I am on discord and can use it.
We are still recruiting, folks! Thanks to everyone who gave me a sample! New people, if you want a chance to play, go ahead and apply!
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
Name: lewsie mosst
Class/race: Tifling/ranger
Background: grew up in a small village. Under protection of a kingdom. Village couldn't contribute to the kingdom. So kingdom didnt care for them. Her home was just out of the village. Raised with orphans. To survive off the land. Around 20years plague struck the village. Kingdom did nothing but watch and keep record. The orphans not relying on the food and water of the town. Did what they could to help. Eventually only a handful of the orphans were left. The few that there was left . Went out to find a new life. (That's about as far as I've gotten with it).
Time zone: GMT (Alberta Canada )
Experience: I have no experience with in person rpg. Started 2 campaigns on her back in February. One fell apart the others dm went on hiatus for family problems. Played for about 5months.
About me : I'm a currier for purolator in northern Alberta. I'm 27. Video games,startrek, and vehicles are my hobbys
I dont know what ooc is and I've yet to figure out how discord works.
Btw I'm only on mobile. Not sure if that makes a problem or not
(OOC means Out of Character)
Check out my Extended signature here
Class Guides: Barbarian, Rogue, Sorcerer, Bard General Guides: PvP
Currently playing in: Quest for the Shunned City, Coliseum of Conquest, DragonDenn's Dragonlords, Shipwrecked on Fugue, Tomb of Annihilation, Razor's Lost Mine of Phandelver, The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above
Currently DMing: Princes of the Apocalypse, Out of the Abyss, Coliseum of Conquest—The Arena (Sometimes)
- NAME : Kaldun Goldast
- CLASS: Red Kobold Draconic Sorcerer
- BACKGROUND: Kaldun was marked as an infant as special among his people. The elder sorcerers in his tribe saw he was marked with powerful magic and that the blood of their great Red Dragon ancestor imbued him with a natural connection with the arcane. His tribe mined the hills far north of Waterdeep, in a cold and desolate corner of the world that brought him few contacts with anyone outside his tribe. But Kaldun was spared toiling in the mines, instead he had the privilege to spend his days being instructed to properly channel is magical energy. They taught him that he needed to learn to use the fire within him to help the tribe. His fire could keep them warm, it could forge weapons, it could eliminate obstacles. Kaldun dutifully practiced his craft, eager to help and to lead his people.
Kaldun was nearly a man when he first encountered foreigners. In the summer of his sixth year, he was outside the hills hunting with his companions when they were suddenly set upon by an adventuring party. A mixed band of Elves, Gnomes, and Humans ambushed them and mercilessly killed several of his fellow Kobolds. Kaldun fought back fiercely, rallied his allies and stuck down several of the band, but they were undone by one spell from a powerful Elven Sorcerer. Though his brethren fled, Kaldun hid and watched as they slaughtered the survivors. Though he feared for his life, he was amazed by the power of the magic he had seen, and felt compelled to learn more about it. He left his home and stealthily followed the Sorcerer for many days before they arrived at the magnificent city of Waterdeep.
That was fifteen years ago, and Kaldun now calls Waterdeep his home. He was dazzled by the grandeur of the city, in awe of the rich and powerful people who could seemingly bend the world to their whim. He immersed himself in learning, and was amazed at how big the world outside his tribe was. However, he was also mortified to learn that the wanton cruelty visited upon him and his companions by the Elven Sorcerer was disturbingly common in Faerun. Though he had always been taught to fear foreigners and other races, Kaldun was also taught that the Kobold were a proud and fearsome people, the honorable descendants of dragons. But the rest of the world looked down Kobolds, the disparaged them, spit on them, beat them, and even killed them openly in the streets of this great city. As Kaldun absorbed the splendor and the decadence of Waterdeep, he became sure of his purpose in life. He would teach them all that the Kobolds were the sacred and honorable Draconic beings he believed them to be, rightful of a place amongst the elite races of the world. He was destined to be the one to teach them respect the Kobold... or to fear them.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: EST (Pennsylvania) Most of my postings will be in the evenings, between 8-11.
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: Been playing off and on since I was a kid. Currently in 2 other 5e campaigns, one of which is pbp. I really like playing as some of the more exotic races, my other current characters are a Tabaxi Fighter and a Dragonborn Paladin. Have not played 5e as an arcane spellcaster yet, but I'm looking forward to doing so.
- YOURSELF: Majored in political science, and a big history buff. I try to sprinkle that into my characters. Kaldun has the flair of a radical Leninist Revolutionary to him. He is a major proponent of Kobold Nationalism, and will fight fiercely to restore dignity to his people. He is angry about his people's place in the social order, and is seeking radical political change... by any means necessary!
- DISCORD? (YES/NO) Yes.
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
- NAME: Dice
- CLASS: Wizard (Divination)
- BACKGROUND: Dice, like most little kids in the poor side of town, grew up on the streets (urchin). His father was a travelling tradesman, of some kind, and early in his life, his mother was imprisoned and placed into indentured servitude for debts owed that she could not pay. He has had a healthy skepticism for authority since, and a healthy desire to always keep his pockets full of coin.
He had a natural aptitude for gambling it seems, noticed and cultivated by an older street urchin who had taken him in earlier on when Dice was thrown out of his repossessed hovel of a home. They were fans of one of the local street magicians. It was he who realized that Dice's luck with games wasn't purely luck - but he could affect the weave and sometimes gleam a portent of the future. He worked with Dice on some of the basic skills, but it wasn't until he was older and was brought into one of the local - guilds - that he began to learn how to manipulate magic. His studies with the on-staff mages took off. During his time there, he cashed in his wages to pay his mother's debt and she was set free. He sends her a monthly stipend to help cover her expenses.
After working off some of the debt owed to the guild for the training he received, they parted on amicable terms- although there's always a favor or two that might be called in that he'll have to answer. Between those times though, he's happy living simply, if not poorly, saving whatever money he earns, and keeping an eye out for those that would try to gaff him of his money.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: US EST, with posts going up either early morning or late evening
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: First played in junior high, then took a twenty year hiatus before coming back to live play a few years ago, including a game where I serve as DM. I have been playing PbP on DnDB for about a year.
- YOURSELF: I'm allergic to both the sun and oranges, yet I live in a place known for both... I like to keep things interesting, I suppose.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): Yes
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
We are still recruiting, folks! New people, if you want a chance to play, go ahead and apply!
Have a great Labor Day weekend!
- NAME (Your characters name): Leon Luvon
- CLASS : Monk / Way of the Open Hand (Half-elf)
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) :
Leon wasn't a wanted child. Family wasn't a thing he knew nor love, and as soon as he saw the chance to leave, he took it. He found himself wandering down trails and paths, away from the place he grew up and found himself content with homelessness as his freedom is what he wanted most. He managed to get by, using his charm and wit to have places to stay for the night, would sneak some food off fruit stalls, and had a quick hand to take a few coins from people.
On his journey he stumbled upon a temple, assuming it to be abandoned (due to it's... unkempt nature), he snuck his way inside, looking for anything worth a coin or two. As he rummaged through chests and tables, a noise caught his attention and as he spun around he was met with a flurry of precise hits, and not a moment after did he fall to the floor unconscious.
Upon waking up he found himself lying on white sheets, being watched by a fellow elf who had extended an offer to him; leave the life of theft and learn the ways of the monk.
Leon wasn't living with purpose, he had no where to go, no family, no home. How could he refuse?
Years had past and as he learned he showed such great potential in the make-shift family that he had. With great pride they set him out on a journey to find peace and closure within himself, to help others, and to find a purpose again.
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) : EST
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) : I have very little experience, as I've started playing since last year with a very basic physical campaign. There were attempts at doing other campaigns online, but schedules weren't matching up so it's been difficult. I've never done PbP, but I do wish to learn as I think it's a great way to start fulfilling my need for DnD goodness (and because a full-time job isn't easy to balance with online/physical campaigns, although I would love to do more of those) . Listening to Critical Role has really helped push me to try and play more!
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) : I am a very shy egg, but my love for DnD is pushing me out of my comfort zone. Even If I'm not chosen to participate at least I can say I tried! The only thing is I'm actually going to meet my boyfriend September 15th-September 22nd so I may not be able to do too much at the start. I understand that this may cause an issue!
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) : Since I'm still a baby , I'm okay with this, so yes! I'm always looking to learn more about this game and I apologize if my questions may be a little dumb.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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THIS COMING FRIDAY 9/7
I will be asking a select few of you for a preview of the character you'd like to play. This doesn't mean you've been accepted, and if you're not chosen for the preview it doesn't mean you're not accepted, either. This is just for my curiosity, BUT it will be another opportunity to sell yourself for a spot in the campaign, so again, take it seriously.
I will announce which people i'd like to hear from in the forums. Then, in a PM TO ME ONLY, you will give me a situation that you'd like for your character to be in and give me a paragraph or two of you role-playing that character in that situation. The situation doesn't matter, i'm really looking for you style, creativity, a little about your character's personality, and to see if you'd be a good fit.
Thanks for putting this together. Here is my application
NAME: Thrak Finefingers
- CLASS: Half-Orc Bard Guild Artisan
- BACKGROUND: 24 years ago, a lost luthier named Jeschenar Finefingers met a brave, bold, and dauntless orcish warrior, somewhere far away from the road to Waterdeep he was seeking, but close to a pond that sparkles with all the colors of the rainbow when the sunset hits it just right. One year later, a "beautiful" baby boy in a basket made from what appears to be something's skull appeared on his doorstep. Given the name of his maternal grandfather, Thrak was raised by his father in an in a small shop in a big city. His life was happy, but his temperment and familial occupation did not fit in with his growing physique. His large, thick digits soon made a mockery of his last name, and his inability to play the song in his heart led him to teenage sadness, and a vulnerability to the ill-minded suggestions of ill-spirited men. Wishing to see his son stay on the straight and narrow, Jeschenar called upon his friend Machaon, an experienced drum-maker, who took Thrak in as an apprentice. Thrak took to his new position like a fish to water, and was soon got his own mark as a drum-maker, with a specialty in war drums. Thrak's booming baritone also allowed him to sing over his personally made drums. That being said, Thrak is still his mother's child, and the desire for adventure and maybe a little bit of violence still resides within him.
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) CST (Texas)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) Intermittent D&D experience for last 7-8 years, with more in last year. No PbP experience, although I did do wrestling board based RPGs in the 90s.
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) I own two angora rabbits and five guinea pigs, and have given scholarly presentations at San Diego Comic-Con and Worldcon
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) have never used discord, but would
Fenchurch, Gnome Wizard, Red Skies in Mourning
Name: Saraba
Class: Human Monk Way of the Drunken Master
Background: Looks, I could tells ya about how, ummm 20 years ago? 10? whatever, doesnnt matter. What matters is I was somes great adventurer who saved many a beast, and slayed many a peoples... waits a minute reverse that I saves people and slayed beasties, but you don't wanna hear about thas. You wanna know how ol Saraba gave all of it up retired it in the ground but most importantly you wanna know why. Well here I’ll tell ya how I forgot all my old ways and became a wise old monk and learnt what the secrets of life is. Well I can tell ya, but ya don'ts wants to hears about that either. What yall wants to hear is whats I can do for you. Well I'll gladly tell you that *HIC** right after thas drink ya promised. Wait Whas dis you ask again?
Time Zone US Eastern
Experience. I’m a old school gamer. Played many a game between 1989to 2000. Haven’t played since then. But my daughter is taking a interest in RPGs and this reignited my love of DND. I’ve never played by board before so I will be a bit of a noob but I’m willing to learn quickly.
Something about myself. I started taking HEMA classes back in March. I’m learning Longsword, Sword and Buckler, and my personal favorite Sabre.
Discord. Much like Iike playing via message board, using Discord will be new to me but I’m willing to learn.
Let's see if I can make something work with these ability score rolls, Cdawg. Ability scores: 11 11 8 14 14 10
Character Incoming
NAME: Bonlin Trueblood (Variant Human, took Tough feat)
CLASS: Blood Hunter (will eventually go Order of the Lycan)
BACKGROUND: Bon-Bon, as his mother called him, was always a "special" child. He was born to a lowish class family in Waterdeep. His father worked as a stonemason and his mother stayed at the house and took care of Bonlin, his three brothers and one sister. Bonlin was the youngest, and... well... kind of an accident. This caused his father to dislike him heavily, always leaving Bonlin to fend for himself during meals. Oh, I should also mention some minute detail about our "hero": he was also beaten to a pulp by his siblings, including his sister. After a ruthless beating sometime around Bonlin's tenth birthday, his mother decided to talk him to a secret sect hidden away from the urban environment of Waterdeep. The Twilight Order* took Bonlin in and started to train him to become a hunter of the night, slayer of monsters, and he will, himself, become a monster. On Bonlin's twentieth birthday, he was given the Hunter's Bane, the alchemical concoction used to alter the "victim's" blood forever. Upon recovery, he was given another concoction, this time, turning him into a monster he has studied for the past ten years... A LYCAN! ARROOOOOOOO!!!!!
YOUR TIME ZONE: CST
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: D&D - some, PbP - B-man is here
YOURSELF: I'm a 20 year old man from Oklahoma. I enjoy video games and writing (albeit I'm not very good at the latter, but I try!).
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Discord wouldn't be a bad idea, but neither would a thread on here dedicated to the same thing. I'll vote yes.
Sup, C-dawg? I've made a Blood Hunter to let you experience the greatness that is the class. This also gives me a chance to give Order of the Lycan a shot.
* - I totally made up Twilight Order... and it is TOTALLY NOT CAUSE THE TWILIGHT SERIES HAS WEREWOLVES AND STUFF IN IT!!!!
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
-NAME : Iizan Rhukaan (Hobgoblin)
- CLASS: Wizard (War Magic)
- BACKGROUND: Mercenary Veteran
Iizan Rhukaan, a part of a mercenary war band of hobgoblins like, most war bands they only followed the coin. They never stayed in place for to long and when the time came they in countered adventures from time to time. They were easily put down and buried, many confused them with their smaller or bigger cousins. They however were different, practicing daily and only killing when paid or threatened. Iizan's life wasn't easy but he enjoyed it never the less. He was a young squire learning from his captian when a red dragon attacked his camp. Instead of running like most would do, they fought back to the dragons surprise. Most were inevitably killed burn to ash and those that lived tired to run at the last second. However the dragon quickly burnt them, Iizan running after his captain told him too run and was struck by the dragons tail flinging him across the camp leaving him unconscious and wounded. When he finally awoke the camp was nothing but embers and smoke. He looked for his captian but only found his burnt spell book. Filled with regret and anger he collected anything that was still useable and set out to find that red dragon that took everything from him.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: GMT-5 (Houston,Texas)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE : I have been playing D&D for a few years now. Veteran of the PBP and recently just finished a campaign.-
YOURSELF : I live in Texas, currently playing SKT in IRL and playing ToA and CoS in PBP. I have a few others open and one just closed. This will be a second attempt to try and join you game lol. Hopefully I can hop in this one.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD: YES I have discord and dont mind using it.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA- NAME: Elhesia
- CLASS: Female Human Rogue
- BACKGROUND: A woman, she grew up in Baldur's Gate. Both parents are alive, they are owners of some clothing shops around the city. She was always a spoiled teen, charismatic and with an obsession with flowers, sunlight and nice clothes. She is very beautiful and charming, but most of the times she feels superior to whoever she's talking with so she's really condescending. One day, because of boredom, she decided to break into a local lord's house to steal clothing and jewelry and she liked it. Then, after the "heist" she just threw the plunder away. Now it has become a routine for her. Occasionally, on mondays, she robs people. She has lots of admirers and pretenders, but she doesn't like anyone of them and she thinks relationships are boring and "old-school". She is a bit crazy and unstable, but not evil.
To clarify, she's chaotic neutral. She's used to getting everything she wants but she isn't a "muh so random" character. She won't kill people just because she can. Also, it looks like she might be annoying to the party if RPed right, but I intend of keeping her nature just as a flavor. She knows that she needs the help of the party to succeed in the heist so she won't be too much of a drag.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: I'm from Italy, GMT+1. I can play most of the time, with multiple posts a day.
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I've been DMing for 4/5 years now with multiple campaigns both on Roll20 and IRL. More a DM than a player but I played a lot of small campaigns as well (my favorite characters were a Tortle Paladin and a Kenku Monk that spoke only with oriental quotes). I'm playing in a PbP TLMoP campaign here on DNDB and I'm running Tomb Of Horrors as well.
- YOURSELF: I'm a 20 y.o. guy from Italy. I've been obsessed with fantasy since I was 12 probably. I play(ed) a lot of fantasy games ranging from Old School RPGs to more modern MMORPGS. I read a lot, and I write as well. Mostly in italian but I wrote some campaigns in english as well. I have a custom homebrew world for my IRL games and I love D&D. I played Pathfinder, 3.5, 3 and 5e. Other TRPGs I've played are Cyberpunk, Call Of Chtulu and Numenera.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes!
Just going to roll some ability scores here and see what I've got to play with: 10 13 8 9 15 10
- NAME : Finbar Stoutmantle
- CLASS: Wizard
- BACKGROUND: Finbar Stoutmantle is a shield dwarf who has spent many of his years as a calligrapher and script writer of note in the kingdom of Vaasa. He is as direct as any of his kind, gruff and focused on what he considers important and often dismissive of what he considers "useless prattle". He prefers action, and direct action at that, over elaborate planning and scheming, although he should not be mistaken as impatient for his long years with pen and quill have taught him as well as any that perfection requires time and care. As with most of his kind he is more than comfortable wielding a warhammer, especially if it involves placing it in the skull of a stray goblin or two, but by dwarven standards he doesn't think of himself of as a warrior by any means, but rather as a scholar and craftsman who's skill with pen finds some renown amongst the realms(a subject that his clansmen most enjoy mocking him about, much to his chagrin).
In recent years Finbar has developed a fascination(although many of his compatriots call it an obsession...) with Dwarven runesmithing, which he has come to view as the natural progression of his calligraphers trade, and as such he has begun seeking out any scripts or tomes of lore in relation to the craft to fuel this desire. In an effort aid his endeavour Finbar has taken tutelage in the arcane arts and become a proficient wizard himself, hoping that his study of the arcane will assist in his fascination. Having learned what he could in Vaasa he set off out into the world, travelling to the sword coast to learn what he could there, in particular hoping to visit the scholars of Candlekeep and their great libraries. And so he chose first of all to venture to Waterdeep in the hopes of finding a tome of significant value to trade for entry to the libraries of Candlekeep, for where else could such great treasures lie? Surely there will be a horde containing such artefacts somewhere within the great city of splendours!
- YOUR TIME ZONE: I live in Cornwall, in the UK. Timezone - GMT
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?): I'm comfortable with the ruleset but haven't got any experience of playing yet. I've spent years reading through the source books and obsessively thinking about the game, but never had a situation to actually sit and enjoy the game beyond imagining or watching critical role. For some reason it only recently occurred to me to look for PbP games which could very easily fit into my life!
- YOURSELF: I'm 32, born in Scotland but live in Cornwall in the southwest of England, where I moved to be with my wonderful wife! I'm a software developer and I'm lucky enough to be able to work from home. I have two wonderful senior cats whom we adopted from our old neighbours that didn't look after them, Mr Pickles(Who loves to "help" me work) and Lucy(Who is a grumpy old lady who doesn't like to get out of bed). I love RPG's(in case that wasn't already obvious from being here :) ), going to the cinema, enjoying the wonderful Cornish scenery and settling down for a lovely night in with my wife.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO): I've never used Discord for text only chat, although have used discord before. Happy to participate in a discord chat if that's peoples preference, although I'm equally fine with an ooc thread.
Name: Vutha
Class: Barbarian
Background:
Vutha was born of the former Blackfin tribe, one of the countless tribes living at the Marsh of Chelimber, where fighting with bullywugs and undead were the norm.
Their tribe was small to begin with but using their strength, and aggresiveness they maintain their hold of the land.
Until one day, fully armed men dressed in black armor and blood-red capes went through their territory. Treating this as a sign of disrespect, their tribe launched an assault, not knowing they were part of the Church of Bane.
During their encounter, Vutha can't help but to tremble as he watch his tribesmen slaughtered one by one until he was the only one left.
After the fight was over, one of their clergy members asked him, "Why did you not join your tribe to attack us, young one? Did our cruel ways of torturing your people made you tremble?".
"All of the tribes here had done those numerous times to each other. What made me tremble is that banner of yours", Vuthas points at the symbol of a grasping hand, "as if something unexplained dawned to me as I saw it."
The cleric smiled and replies, "That is fear young one", he looks to his men and said, "it seems our god blessed this lizardfolk, unlike those who came before him."
He grabs Vuthas' hands as if holding a precious being, "Fear is natural for those who are against our patron god Bane, and those who doesn't acknowledge it deserves death.
But you, my child, embraced it. Come with us my child and serve no one but Bane. Fear him always and make others fear him even more than you do.
Defy Bane and die - or in death find loyalty to him, for he shall compel it. Submit to the word of Bane as uttered by his ranking clergy, since true power can only be gained through service to him.
Spread the dark fear of Bane."
Vuthas knew he found his calling.
Time Zone: GMT +8
D&D/PbP Experience: I have started playing D&D in 5th ed and all of it in PbP format for the last seven months.
Yourself: Tabletop games aren't really that widely known in my country. I wanted to try hosting a campaign IRL to close friends (if I can convince them though) but lacks experience. Currently joining and hosting short campaigns here in PbP to learn more about the game and get the feeling of its mechanics since most of the people here have experience.
Vote for Discord Chatroom: I'm afraid I can't so my vote is a resounding No. My only means of connecting to the internet is via my low-end, if not an outdated phone, and one of its issues is the lack of memory space and ways to add more. It doesn't hamper me from being active though.
NAME Iiburr, Song of the Sea Bird(Tucan Arakocra)
- CLASS: Fighter
- BACKGROUND: Iiburr was born on the tropical islands Alucia. On these islands are four tribes; The Hook Red Birds who trained the ways of hunting since hatching. The Bright Sun Birds who are trained in medicine. The Tree Strong Birds who are trained in building and weaving, and the Song Sea Birds who are trained in sailing and navigation.
Iiburr found himself on a boat on the day of his hatching, but instead of two Arakocra parents, there where two elderly humans. Goache and Lidia found Iiburr drifting off in the sea, far from his home. They at first decided his egg would make quite the coin once they got back to shore, but once they found that he was somehow alive they decided to keep him for the company. Years passed and the elderly merchant couple had helped Iiburr utilize his innate navigation skills while teaching him the ways of haggling. When he reached adulthood, his human parents had passed, and soon after burying them on a beach, he set out to find his homeland and got lost. Turns out, not only was his home islands so remote, they were also between treacherous waters. Iiburr lacked the capabilities to defend himself, so he decided not to risk it.
Now, he is a traveling merchant, selling everything from shiny shells to rare pearls. He hopes to one day earn enough money to afford a crew and set out to find his home again.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: EST Valdosta, Georgia
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I have mainly role played on various forms, and my only knowledge of D&d stems from a few years of watching a handful of podcasts.
- YOURSELF: I am currently in school for a trade career. 21, born in Bronx, NY, currently living in south Georgia. I have been a fan of roleplaying since high school, though I currently lack the funds to make it an official hobby. Though I haven't played video games in a minute, I now mainly play MMO's. I have bought several art books and sketchbooks in hopes to one day reach the Mtg cards levels of art skill(they're what got me into drawing in the first place). For now I am trying to get a dark fantasy book I've been writing finished by the end of the year.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: Yes, I don't mind using it.
Panmo grew up near Goldenfields, part of a halfling family more apt to to pilfer seed than to plant it. His parents taught him the family business, and, while he had some talent at hiding and distraction, he was never comfortable with the darker side of the family's pursuits. Sensing this, his father sent him on a final field test - a simple one, really, filching a small amount of coin from a merchant while his mother distracted the man. Panmo crept into position and drew his knife. A thumbs-up from his father encouraged him to press on. He nervously cut the purse, but before the first coin fell, some energy from his outstretched hand sealed the tear as if it had never happened. He yelped in surprise, and the merchant took notice. Confused, and not a little bit scared, Panmo fled. He fled the merchant who could see him to the stockades for this. He fled the parents whose instruction would see him to the stockades, if he continued on this path. Finally, he had some time to consider the purse. How had that cut healed itself? From him? The very thought was madness! He was the son of a thief, from a family of thieves.
And yet, that purse stitched itself, right in front of his eyes. Maybe he was no thief -- at least not a good one -- but he was not sure what he was, or what was happening to him. He knew, however, he could not find answers out here, amongst the farms of Goldenfields.
He would find his answers in the city. He would go to Waterdeep.