In this world the gods and mortals interact with each other commonly, and sometimes, the gods lose their power to the mortals.
I'm looking for a group of lvl 1 adventurers to help a fallen goddess regain her divinity. I'm open to all experience lvls, homebrew, custom backgrounds, and anything in-between. But I will make the encounters in scale with your characters.
Please use standard rolls.
If you're interested please say your,
Character name:
Gender:
Race:
Class:
Background:
End the background with you getting transported to a tavern that cannot be accessed normally.
In the city of frostbourne Magnus was a well known criminal that led his own crime syndicate for years until the day everything came crashing down. The city lord a man beloved by many was assassinated one night and right beside his bed was a calling card resembling Magnus's syndicates. The new lord enraged by his father's assassination led a mass extermination on Magnus's syndicate Magnus in a desperate attempt to survive fought his way through the city lords forces and fled the city. Into the wilderness heavily wounded and snow falling down hard he trudged through the snow looking for shelter spotting a cave in the distance he desperately made his way to it as he entered the cave he fainted from his wounds. After a few days he woke up in an unfamiliar place, the tavern unsure of how exactly he got there.
When Lorzaren was young, his parents realized his incredible skill for music. They then had him apprenticed to a traveling entertainer. Before long, he realized that he was able to cast magic through his songs. After many years studying under the entertainer, he decided to set out on his own. One day, he woke up in a strange tavern with no memory of how he got there and no idea how to leave.
Tarathi made a living as a gambler and embellisher far from the star kissed mountains of her people. Her sinewy figure is a common sight at back-alley gambling houses filled with smoke and musky scents. It was there she made a pact with an unknown power, and it was there when her luck ran out. Tables turned, coin scattered across the floor like scared fish, and the metallic ring of unsheathed steel. What came next was a blur of blood and fizzling residue of eldritch power. No that was not enough as she could hear the clink of armored grieves on cobblestone pounding her way. She ran into the night far enough where cobblestone turned to mud roads. She heard the neigh of a horse and quickly slid down an embankment into the brush to hide only to feel a steeper fall with leaves and angry branches whipping by her face. Then came darkness. Did she pass out? Slowly getting her bearings she finds herself in a tavern where none should have existed.
This looks really interesting, I'm itching for a game
Ability scores: 151715141210
Okay I swear my numbers changed somehow while switching from desktop to mobile version lol either way I'm fine with these, just hope it doesn't happen again.
Character Name: Caelar Coldbrook Gender: Male Race: Silver Dragonborn Class: Barbarian Background: Caelar was born on a modest stretch of land in the shadow of some mountains, where his family had farmed the same rocky soil for three generations. His grandmother had settled there after a life she didn't talk about, and Caelar learned at an early age not to ask. While he didn't learn much about her, he did learn the unglamorous work of the farm.
Caelar was good at that work. He was big, patient, and not easily rattled. Whether he was splitting wood, or chasing off a wandering gnoll that was looking for easy pickings, his axe was at the ready, and then hung by the door for next time.
One night, he was returning from a supply run to the nearest town when the path home simply wasn't there anymore. Just gone, replaced by a door standing alone between two old oaks, slightly ajar, warm light spilling out from it. He stood in front of it for a long moment. Then he picked up his pack, pushed it open, and walked into a tavern that, as far as he could tell, had no business existing.
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In this world the gods and mortals interact with each other commonly, and sometimes, the gods lose their power to the mortals.
I'm looking for a group of lvl 1 adventurers to help a fallen goddess regain her divinity. I'm open to all experience lvls, homebrew, custom backgrounds, and anything in-between. But I will make the encounters in scale with your characters.
Please use standard rolls.
If you're interested please say your,
Character name:
Gender:
Race:
Class:
Background:
End the background with you getting transported to a tavern that cannot be accessed normally.
The recruitment will end Friday at 12.
Please post link to character so I can see.
What are the rules on ability scores?
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I'm assuming its the standard rolls so
11 14 16 10 16 14 .
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Character name:Magnus
Gender:Male
Race:Goliath
Class:Illrigger
Background:Criminal
In the city of frostbourne Magnus was a well known criminal that led his own crime syndicate for years until the day everything came crashing down. The city lord a man beloved by many was assassinated one night and right beside his bed was a calling card resembling Magnus's syndicates. The new lord enraged by his father's assassination led a mass extermination on Magnus's syndicate Magnus in a desperate attempt to survive fought his way through the city lords forces and fled the city. Into the wilderness heavily wounded and snow falling down hard he trudged through the snow looking for shelter spotting a cave in the distance he desperately made his way to it as he entered the cave he fainted from his wounds. After a few days he woke up in an unfamiliar place, the tavern unsure of how exactly he got there.
here's my character sheet:https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/135979810/oQQj0D
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Ability scores: 13 17 14 11 14 12
"There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming arcane firepower" Mephistopheles
Titles Bestowed Upon Me
Baazle: Third Initiate of the Cult of The Fox | Golden The Burning Questioner
Alt Account of Good_Drow(aka I forgot the password)
PM me the word avocado
Ability scores: 15 12 7 9 15 12
Placeholder Ability scores: 10 13 12 6 11 15
"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
Character name: Lorzaren
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Drow
Class: Bard
Background: Entertainer
When Lorzaren was young, his parents realized his incredible skill for music. They then had him apprenticed to a traveling entertainer. Before long, he realized that he was able to cast magic through his songs. After many years studying under the entertainer, he decided to set out on his own. One day, he woke up in a strange tavern with no memory of how he got there and no idea how to leave.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/164627310
"There are few problems that cannot be solved through the application of overwhelming arcane firepower" Mephistopheles
Titles Bestowed Upon Me
Baazle: Third Initiate of the Cult of The Fox | Golden The Burning Questioner
Alt Account of Good_Drow(aka I forgot the password)
PM me the word avocado
Is this 2014 or 2024?
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Both and some homebrew.
Alright
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Character Name: Tarathi Volake
Gender: Female
Race: Goliath
Class: Warlock
Background: Charlatan
Tarathi made a living as a gambler and embellisher far from the star kissed mountains of her people. Her sinewy figure is a common sight at back-alley gambling houses filled with smoke and musky scents. It was there she made a pact with an unknown power, and it was there when her luck ran out. Tables turned, coin scattered across the floor like scared fish, and the metallic ring of unsheathed steel. What came next was a blur of blood and fizzling residue of eldritch power. No that was not enough as she could hear the clink of armored grieves on cobblestone pounding her way. She ran into the night far enough where cobblestone turned to mud roads. She heard the neigh of a horse and quickly slid down an embankment into the brush to hide only to feel a steeper fall with leaves and angry branches whipping by her face. Then came darkness. Did she pass out? Slowly getting her bearings she finds herself in a tavern where none should have existed.
Character Sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/164628306/OcqY8I
Ability scores: 13 15 10 13 14 17
This looks really interesting, I'm itching for a game
Ability scores: 15 17 15 14 12 10
I'm interested. Let's see if the dice are nice to me though...
Ability scores: 14 12 10 13 14 11
Character name: TBD
Gender: Male
Race: TBD
Class: Monk
Background:
End the background with you getting transported to a tavern that cannot be accessed normally.
Okay I swear my numbers changed somehow while switching from desktop to mobile version lol either way I'm fine with these, just hope it doesn't happen again.
Character name:
Gender:
Race:
Class:
Background:
Link to character: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/164639912
Character Name: Caelar Coldbrook
Gender: Male
Race: Silver Dragonborn
Class: Barbarian
Background: Caelar was born on a modest stretch of land in the shadow of some mountains, where his family had farmed the same rocky soil for three generations. His grandmother had settled there after a life she didn't talk about, and Caelar learned at an early age not to ask. While he didn't learn much about her, he did learn the unglamorous work of the farm.
Caelar was good at that work. He was big, patient, and not easily rattled. Whether he was splitting wood, or chasing off a wandering gnoll that was looking for easy pickings, his axe was at the ready, and then hung by the door for next time.
One night, he was returning from a supply run to the nearest town when the path home simply wasn't there anymore. Just gone, replaced by a door standing alone between two old oaks, slightly ajar, warm light spilling out from it. He stood in front of it for a long moment. Then he picked up his pack, pushed it open, and walked into a tavern that, as far as he could tell, had no business existing.