You are suddenly transported to a world of lyrian were an evil tyrant... Maldor the last true wizard. Is oppressing the land. Crushing the last out of a group of rebels led. By a man called the blind king. The only hope of defeating maldor is to get all of his name and say it in his presence... But be aware many years has maldor had to prep traps for the nameseekers....
Any one is welcome... Have fun do what ever the f you want. Must start level 1... Standard arrae
Beetlejuice is a human standing 6ft tall, wearing his chain mail, looking battle worn. A long sword hangs from his waist and a shield hangs on his back bearing a dragon with crossed swords running through it, the insignia of his former order. Again Beetlejuice says “Greetings traveler, any idea where we are, or even better where we should head to?”
"Well my friend, there does seem to be some sort of a used path here leading north. We might as well move out in that direction." Beetlejuice takes the lead striding out in his armor, shield on his arm and longsword always just 1 moment from being pulled from the scabbard.
I, Lifesalongsong (my friends just call me Long), interrupted from skinning my latest catch in the trees, see these Humans striding confidently down the path, making as much noise as a newborn elk. and say in a loud whisper...
"Two loud humans, me in a tree, their swords will never reach me, before I have my tea"
As you continue to walk down the path, you see a High Elf twisting and turning in all sorts of directions. "Oh my. Oh my. Where have I gotten off to now? I am terribly lost"
He stands just shy of 6' with long silver hair, with a blue ribbon tying it back. He is wearing a navy blue blazer with a brown leather vest underneath. His eyes catch yours Beetlejuice and you hear him call out, "Sir! err, Sir... would you happen to know where we are, I seem to have ..." He sees Herman next to you and is almost taken aback by the wolf pelt, his voice trials off, "gotten lost."
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
A portal opens 10ft off the ground behind you. A young man in dull gray robes steps out of it and falls onto the forest floor.
"AAHH-*THUNK*" he screams as he splats on the ground. He takes a second to get up and dust himself off while looking around his new environment. "where in the hell? that useless wizard...when i get my hands on him i swear to..." he trails off as he sees the group in front of him. "HEY! Wait up!" he shouts as he rushes up behind you all.
Krakin is a young man, black hair, blue eyes, 6'3 and muscular. "So who are you guys and where did you come from and where are you going and what are you doing?"
Standing at the gate to a city a young white skinned tiefling a few inches short of 6 foot with horns on the top of his head curving back about 3 inches with black hair going to his shoulders, he has a longsword a small pouch two daggers and is wearing leather armor " Hello is anyone there?"
Heckton - A human, sits against a tree stump about 5-10ft off the path. one knee up a small campfire at his side, one hand reading a book the other turning a spit that rotates a small boar above the fire. hearing the sudden thud up the path diverts his attention from his book to see a small group of travelers walking down the path. none of them seem like they know where they are going, as he hears one asking questions in rapid succession.
Teddy, a kalashtar bard, is strumming his lyre merrily walking down the path. Teddy is a thin looking man with short brown hair and a scruffy beard. He’s wearing worn leather armor with a longsword slung on his side that looks well cared for. He spots the loud group and makes a bee line towards them. As he approaches the odd looking company they piques his interest! Teddy wanders up to the group. Greetings my fellow travelers! I am Thedore but everyone calls me teddy. Do any of you know where the closest place to get a drink or even a village?
A An Asimar wearing a priests cloths with a sun symbol approaches the group. “Hello fellow traveler, I assume only fate himself has brought us together today”
He appears tan with black hair that has hints of white and grey, he is 6 ft 4in tall and looks barely tanned. He walks elegantly in the direction of the party and sits down on a tree stump. It’s visible that he has a cross bow, a mace, a shield, and presumably Shaun mail under the priests cloths. “I am reiel, and I come from Pelor himself on a mission to help the less fortunate“
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Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
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You are suddenly transported to a world of lyrian were an evil tyrant... Maldor the last true wizard. Is oppressing the land. Crushing the last out of a group of rebels led. By a man called the blind king. The only hope of defeating maldor is to get all of his name and say it in his presence... But be aware many years has maldor had to prep traps for the nameseekers....
Any one is welcome... Have fun do what ever the f you want. Must start level 1... Standard arrae
Angry human (variant) barbarian ready to tell the wizard a lot of names
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/dndpro100/characters/2008966
Ok you wake up in forest by yourself...
Beetlejuice, a paladin slowly being corrupted by dark pact magic, comes strolling through the woods
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Beetlejuice74/characters/8145944
((Didn’t quite get it...are we starting? Still Recruiting? What?!))
(I think it started and you woke in a forest, I just happen to be strolling through)
Beatle is right yall started if others join theyll figure out ways to join i...
(To barbarian)
“Hail traveler. Any idea where we are? I awoke here but have no idea where here is. Any ideas?” Trying to figure things out and decide where to go.
Herman is a young human, with pale skin and black eyes and hair.
he has no armor but he wears a wolf pelt with the head of the wolf as a hood
he leans on a great sword while he is looking around wondering aloud
at a certain point He hears a voice behind him, he takes his weapon in hand and turn around , just to find....
@beetlejuice: please describe your character
Beetlejuice is a human standing 6ft tall, wearing his chain mail, looking battle worn. A long sword hangs from his waist and a shield hangs on his back bearing a dragon with crossed swords running through it, the insignia of his former order. Again Beetlejuice says “Greetings traveler, any idea where we are, or even better where we should head to?”
Both of you have a (thought) that there is civilization or stucture up north...
"Well my friend, there does seem to be some sort of a used path here leading north. We might as well move out in that direction." Beetlejuice takes the lead striding out in his armor, shield on his arm and longsword always just 1 moment from being pulled from the scabbard.
I, Lifesalongsong (my friends just call me Long), interrupted from skinning my latest catch in the trees, see these Humans striding confidently down the path, making as much noise as a newborn elk. and say in a loud whisper...
"Two loud humans, me in a tree, their swords will never reach me, before I have my tea"
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/BTI_Brian/characters/8236642
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
https://ddb.ac/characters/8568746/QUWvIG
As you continue to walk down the path, you see a High Elf twisting and turning in all sorts of directions. "Oh my. Oh my. Where have I gotten off to now? I am terribly lost"
He stands just shy of 6' with long silver hair, with a blue ribbon tying it back. He is wearing a navy blue blazer with a brown leather vest underneath. His eyes catch yours Beetlejuice and you hear him call out, "Sir! err, Sir... would you happen to know where we are, I seem to have ..." He sees Herman next to you and is almost taken aback by the wolf pelt, his voice trials off, "gotten lost."
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
https://ddb.ac/characters/9254274/2pXCJs
A portal opens 10ft off the ground behind you. A young man in dull gray robes steps out of it and falls onto the forest floor.
"AAHH-*THUNK*" he screams as he splats on the ground. He takes a second to get up and dust himself off while looking around his new environment.
"where in the hell? that useless wizard...when i get my hands on him i swear to..." he trails off as he sees the group in front of him. "HEY! Wait up!" he shouts as he rushes up behind you all.
Krakin is a young man, black hair, blue eyes, 6'3 and muscular.
"So who are you guys and where did you come from and where are you going and what are you doing?"
Standing at the gate to a city a young white skinned tiefling a few inches short of 6 foot with horns on the top of his head curving back about 3 inches with black hair going to his shoulders, he has a longsword a small pouch two daggers and is wearing leather armor " Hello is anyone there? "
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
http://ddb.ac/characters/7203649/OR9PBZ
Heckton - A human, sits against a tree stump about 5-10ft off the path. one knee up a small campfire at his side, one hand reading a book the other turning a spit that rotates a small boar above the fire. hearing the sudden thud up the path diverts his attention from his book to see a small group of travelers walking down the path. none of them seem like they know where they are going, as he hears one asking questions in rapid succession.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
https://www.dndbeyond.com/fetch/pdf/Bcool_9614667
Teddy, a kalashtar bard, is strumming his lyre merrily walking down the path. Teddy is a thin looking man with short brown hair and a scruffy beard. He’s wearing worn leather armor with a longsword slung on his side that looks well cared for. He spots the loud group and makes a bee line towards them. As he approaches the odd looking company they piques his interest! Teddy wanders up to the group. Greetings my fellow travelers! I am Thedore but everyone calls me teddy. Do any of you know where the closest place to get a drink or even a village?
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/CodesterV2/characters/9713208
A An Asimar wearing a priests cloths with a sun symbol approaches the group. “Hello fellow traveler, I assume only fate himself has brought us together today”
He appears tan with black hair that has hints of white and grey, he is 6 ft 4in tall and looks barely tanned. He walks elegantly in the direction of the party and sits down on a tree stump. It’s visible that he has a cross bow, a mace, a shield, and presumably Shaun mail under the priests cloths. “I am reiel, and I come from Pelor himself on a mission to help the less fortunate“
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!