Come PbP the Seas of the Sword Coast. To withstand the Luskan Pirates and their dreaded Arcane Brotherhood, you're going to need every ancien weapon you can steal from. Monday/Fridays 11am-3pm, PST Play by Post UA Legal (Races, Classes, Feats, whatever) 27 Point Buy, 1st Level Max HP+Con bonus, 2+ Levels 1/2 HP+1hp+Con bonus
Hello! I think? I know Urbanus was still looking for players although this part I believe was because I couldn’t work the discord. Definitely ask Urbanus.
The Swallow was shattered, adrift in the sea in pieces. Three Pirates Captains of Luskan; Rahrder the Half-Ogre, Grimbus Soulbrand, the Drow Arcane Brotherhood wizard in vellum (black) cloak, and Li Qung, the Luskan vampire who doused his thirst with our good Captain. There was no chance for any of us. So....let vengeance follow our good deeds. Let vengeance.....
...."Plfuuuuuurgggghhhhh!" There was some unpleasant coughing, and some blueish person was tapping just above your heart so you do that again, unpleasantly. You spit out a fist-sized wad of seaweed and then AIR! She smiles, half a bit a sea lion herself. You come back to yourself slowly, and hear a loud smash on the coastline. You see one more wave before she is gone from sight. You are alive, you are yourself and your gear, and only you and 2 more sailors on the beach given similarly rough treatment are the survivors of the Swallow. "Oh gods, save me from boats, that's my last." one sick sailor extols. "Did I actually see....CAPTAIN!"
It's Hammer 17, sunset (5pm) perhaps? From the coastal warm, you are a bit further than Neverwinter. Suddenly, you realize there are other threats about.
Please do. Kay, please tell Goodbovine the last 1-5th level, so he can choose his backstory. Just a summary is fine.
Okay! (having internet delays and was cut up by a cart while shopping so again sorry for late replies)
The meta backstory was I had a bad first dm (not on site) so this was the character straight from that near death adventure, levels and gear included but minus one bird who can be added as a character or familiar again later.
Faraday (in play context) is a really a Ghost Elf, once recused from slavery by young demon who pretended to be the bird. Faraday has been with two parties, the first she/they feel betrayed them by holding her/them back when aforementioned bird was kidnapped back by bird’s demon father (who the pair originally escaped), the second party she/they were in disguise as a Moon Elf who was conscripted as a flunky wizard by a racist gnome paladin who repeatedly tried to get her/them killed under unproven allegations of evil.
As of level 5 Faraday is a slightly less trusting adventurer but still someone who ranges chaotic good/chaotic neutral, and is searching the world for any signs of her demon. Faraday is often played as gender-nonconforming but is biologically female and I call a her a lot too; not sure which I prefer for the character yet. Might just have the ‘they’ part of the character be the part that was influenced by her demon.
The Swallow was shattered, adrift in the sea in pieces..... "Plfuuuuuurgggghhhhh!" There was some unpleasant coughing, and some blueish person was tapping just above your heart so you do that again, unpleasantly. You spit out a fist-sized wad of seaweed and then AIR! She smiles, half a bit a sea lion herself. You come back to yourself slowly, and hear a loud smash on the coastline. You see one more wave before she is gone from sight.
“Come back sexy selke...” Faraday rasped, still in their merchant clothes. They’d be near ruined by the salt if they weren’t repaired soon. Damn and the boat ride had gone well, only the second time Faraday had been on one since her trip to the giant cave.
You are alive, you are yourself and your gear, and only you and 2 more sailors on the beach given similarly rough treatment are the survivors of the Swallow.
Faraday checked their side at once, the +1 longsword she’d used to slay the ogre still there alongside the +1 short sword she’d vested from a tomb one halloween. She checked her backpack, the fireproofing working to keep out the water as well. All of it was still there, including her crafting resources, and glancing around she stripped to put on the dry common clothes she kept under her armor. If she got hyperthermia when the others would need help...
"Oh gods, save me from boats, that's my last." one sick sailor extols. "Did I actually see.... CAPTAIN!"
“Stop shouting.” The naked elf woman ordered as she strolled over to him. Her hair was dark and still decorated with some tightly tangled decorative beads, yet her body hair was snowy: not dyed perhaps? “Are you hurt or just raving?” She walked the sailor as she dressed, covering up the skin so pale it couldn’t show scars. Her clothes were dark grey, strong but cheep, and she was grateful for the dry warmth.
Wring out her hair with one hand she started stripping the sailor and looking for injuries with the other, having no qualms about the sexes when lives could be endangered.
It's Hammer 17, sunset (5pm) perhaps? From the coastal warm, you are a bit further than Neverwinter. Suddenly, you realize there are other threats about.
(No idea what hammer 17 means but assuming if I google it’s a d&d month?)
Faraday’s blue eyes flicked to the approaching danger with a deadly calm, abandoning the sailor for a moment to speedily strap on her studded leather armor, bola, and her cloak of the elven kind. It was to all eyes a black velvet cloak with a thick white fur trim, worth about 200 gp, yet Faraday knew with a simple turn of the inner lining it would showcase its camouflaging effects.
Once she spotted the danger she had a choice to make, use the cloak to conceal the sailors, or use it to conceal herself for a stealth attack when the danger was focused on the easy prey she could offer it by stepping aside. Both were a gamble, yet Faraday was used to acting more fighter than rogue.
***
(let me know if these get too wordy/give me heads up for any rolls you need: still never done d&d by post)
You are alive, you are yourself and your gear, and only you and 2 more sailors on the beach given similarly rough treatment are the survivors of the Swallow.
Faraday checked their side at once, the +1 longsword she’d used to slay the ogre still there alongside the +1 short sword she’d vested from a tomb one halloween. She checked her backpack, the fireproofing working to keep out the water as well. All of it was still there, including her crafting resources, and glancing around she stripped to put on the dry common clothes she kept under her armor. If she got hyperthermia when the others would need help...
(They were wet, but warm. Even in the darkened sunset.)
"Oh gods, save me from boats, that's my last." one sick sailor extols. "Did I actually see.... CAPTAIN!"
“Stop shouting.” The naked elf woman ordered as she strolled over to him. Her hair was dark and still decorated with some tightly tangled decorative beads, yet her body hair was snowy: not dyed perhaps? “Are you hurt or just raving?” She walked the sailor as she dressed, covering up the skin so pale it couldn’t show scars. Her clothes were dark grey, strong but cheep, and she was grateful for the dry warmth.
Lyam, the Gunners mate, cried silently. He murmured quietly. "But, you saw...the captain...I'm not wounded. Where...where are the crew?"
Wringing out her hair with one hand she started stripping the sailor and looking for injuries with the other, having no qualms about the sexes when lives could be endangered.
Mannere, the other sailor, had thrown his garb and fixed his clothing. He had a single belaying pin and his cutlass, which he set his shorts on his belt. Lyam had pockets of bullets, cannon shot and wet tar. Lyam seemed in shock.
It's Hammer 17, sunset (5pm) perhaps? From the coastal warm, you are a bit further than Neverwinter. Suddenly, you realize there are other threats about.
(No idea what hammer 17 means but assuming if I google it’s a d&d month?)
Faraday’s blue eyes flicked to the approaching danger with a deadly calm, abandoning the sailor for a moment to speedily strap on her studded leather armor, bola, and her cloak of the elven kind. It was to all eyes a black velvet cloak with a thick white fur trim, worth about 200 gp, yet Faraday knew with a simple turn of the inner lining it would showcase its camouflaging effects.
Once she spotted the danger she had a choice to make, use the cloak to conceal the sailors, or use it to conceal herself for a stealth attack when the danger was focused on the easy prey she could offer it by stepping aside. Both were a gamble, yet Faraday was used to acting more fighter than rogue.
Mannere claps his hand over Lyams mouth and ran toward some rocks near some palm trees.
Faraday didn't hear anything clear, but her expert training led her to sit and observe....
Really? That would be hilarious! What’s your take? That character I made up is Tarquin in my characters on here. Not sure how much I like him or not. Idea for him being a sorcerer was so Ketoki (the cursed Kobold/dragonborn) is their kid.
(Also there are definitely too many new acronyms flying around. Urbanus is GM/DM/person with the campaign notes :))
Come PbP the Seas of the Sword Coast. To withstand the Luskan Pirates and their dreaded Arcane Brotherhood, you're going to need every ancien weapon you can steal from.
Monday/Fridays 11am-3pm, PST Play by Post
UA Legal (Races, Classes, Feats, whatever)
27 Point Buy, 1st Level Max HP+Con bonus, 2+ Levels 1/2 HP+1hp+Con bonus
*emerges from the sea like a drowning demigod* “I’M HERE!” *splutters and gasps* “I’m here!”
Okay how do I get set up? Just the same character? Want to double check.
*Happiness noises* :D
Yes, your old char, new attributes. Keep any old stuff. Welcome.
is this public? if so...
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
(New attribute scores?)
Old
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/HelpMeKay/characters/31684477
Revised
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/HelpMeKay/characters/32190884
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Hello! I think? I know Urbanus was still looking for players although this part I believe was because I couldn’t work the discord. Definitely ask Urbanus.
Ooof, I'm sorry that hurt. *rubs head* No more pain. Good times now. Chars look great, you may begin adventuring where you left off on Play by Post!
New game, who dis? Mordecai would be a good fix I think......
The Swallow was shattered, adrift in the sea in pieces. Three Pirates Captains of Luskan; Rahrder the Half-Ogre, Grimbus Soulbrand, the Drow Arcane Brotherhood wizard in vellum (black) cloak, and Li Qung, the Luskan vampire who doused his thirst with our good Captain. There was no chance for any of us. So....let vengeance follow our good deeds. Let vengeance.....
...."Plfuuuuuurgggghhhhh!" There was some unpleasant coughing, and some blueish person was tapping just above your heart so you do that again, unpleasantly. You spit out a fist-sized wad of seaweed and then AIR! She smiles, half a bit a sea lion herself. You come back to yourself slowly, and hear a loud smash on the coastline. You see one more wave before she is gone from sight. You are alive, you are yourself and your gear, and only you and 2 more sailors on the beach given similarly rough treatment are the survivors of the Swallow.
"Oh gods, save me from boats, that's my last." one sick sailor extols. "Did I actually see....CAPTAIN!"
It's Hammer 17, sunset (5pm) perhaps? From the coastal warm, you are a bit further than Neverwinter. Suddenly, you realize there are other threats about.
I am currently playin Mordecai, but I can easily whip up a pal if need be...
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Please do. Kay, please tell Goodbovine the last 1-5th level, so he can choose his backstory. Just a summary is fine.
Okay! (having internet delays and was cut up by a cart while shopping so again sorry for late replies)
The meta backstory was I had a bad first dm (not on site) so this was the character straight from that near death adventure, levels and gear included but minus one bird who can be added as a character or familiar again later.
Faraday (in play context) is a really a Ghost Elf, once recused from slavery by young demon who pretended to be the bird. Faraday has been with two parties, the first she/they feel betrayed them by holding her/them back when aforementioned bird was kidnapped back by bird’s demon father (who the pair originally escaped), the second party she/they were in disguise as a Moon Elf who was conscripted as a flunky wizard by a racist gnome paladin who repeatedly tried to get her/them killed under unproven allegations of evil.
As of level 5 Faraday is a slightly less trusting adventurer but still someone who ranges chaotic good/chaotic neutral, and is searching the world for any signs of her demon. Faraday is often played as gender-nonconforming but is biologically female and I call a her a lot too; not sure which I prefer for the character yet. Might just have the ‘they’ part of the character be the part that was influenced by her demon.
“Come back sexy selke...” Faraday rasped, still in their merchant clothes. They’d be near ruined by the salt if they weren’t repaired soon. Damn and the boat ride had gone well, only the second time Faraday had been on one since her trip to the giant cave.
Faraday checked their side at once, the +1 longsword she’d used to slay the ogre still there alongside the +1 short sword she’d vested from a tomb one halloween. She checked her backpack, the fireproofing working to keep out the water as well. All of it was still there, including her crafting resources, and glancing around she stripped to put on the dry common clothes she kept under her armor. If she got hyperthermia when the others would need help...
“Stop shouting.” The naked elf woman ordered as she strolled over to him. Her hair was dark and still decorated with some tightly tangled decorative beads, yet her body hair was snowy: not dyed perhaps? “Are you hurt or just raving?” She walked the sailor as she dressed, covering up the skin so pale it couldn’t show scars. Her clothes were dark grey, strong but cheep, and she was grateful for the dry warmth.
Wring out her hair with one hand she started stripping the sailor and looking for injuries with the other, having no qualms about the sexes when lives could be endangered.
(No idea what hammer 17 means but assuming if I google it’s a d&d month?)
Faraday’s blue eyes flicked to the approaching danger with a deadly calm, abandoning the sailor for a moment to speedily strap on her studded leather armor, bola, and her cloak of the elven kind. It was to all eyes a black velvet cloak with a thick white fur trim, worth about 200 gp, yet Faraday knew with a simple turn of the inner lining it would showcase its camouflaging effects.
Once she spotted the danger she had a choice to make, use the cloak to conceal the sailors, or use it to conceal herself for a stealth attack when the danger was focused on the easy prey she could offer it by stepping aside. Both were a gamble, yet Faraday was used to acting more fighter than rogue.
***
(let me know if these get too wordy/give me heads up for any rolls you need: still never done d&d by post)
(Also, whatever you did to list your characters I can see it on my tablet but not phone. What exactly did you do?)
(Saw at the very end about the water, wasn’t sure)
Perception: 8 + 0
*prepares to die early*
is there a GC? I don't wanna disrupt the thread. also I have an overwhelming urge to play the bird...
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Really? That would be hilarious! What’s your take? That character I made up is Tarquin in my characters on here. Not sure how much I like him or not. Idea for him being a sorcerer was so Ketoki (the cursed Kobold/dragonborn) is their kid.
(Also there are definitely too many new acronyms flying around. Urbanus is GM/DM/person with the campaign notes :))
hehe. GC is a group chat.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Neat! :) So far I don’t know. :(
Probably PMs (messages). I’ll friend you! :D
Faraday becomes aware of someone sitting right feet away, breathing roughly. She realizes the person had her dead to rights if they meant harm.
A lizard. Chainmail, tabard of shining gold. A well made leather scabbard. A bone Crest which was partially shattered. A sack. Two steel keys.
"..mrrg..you should not..not be here. I can't run anymore."
The Lizardman bleeds freely as he passes out, but only a second.
"Quaggoths. Run"