Rp sample: Xanathar walked around Greenest, staying in the shadows, with his head down, trying to be a inconspicuous as possible. he needed to keep a low profile, because whenever anyone saw his face, they insulted him, beat him, and threw him out of town for being cursed. i mean, it wasn't HIS fault that he went looking for dark magic at a young age, ended up making a deal with a lich king, reading the scrolls on dark magic in a forbidden library, and training in fighting until he could curse and stab monsters at almost the same time.
he finally found a shop that looked shady enough that he would have a chance of buying something. he was desperately in need of food, but got turned away from every shop he entered.
he walked into a faded looking, back always shop called the one eyed wraith. inside he saw a couple a shady looking people with hoods pulled low to avoid being noticed, sitting on tables sipping ale. he walked up to the bartender and said "i'll take some tea, or water if you dont have any, and whatever meal you have" as he slammed some coins on the table. "ok, i'll bring it once its done." the bartender said before walking into the back room.
Xanathar went to sit at a table. as he sat down, the man next to him said drunkenly "same to the one eyed wraith, aye?" Xanathered replied by drawing his dagger, as saying "you don't bother me, and i wont bother you". the man next to him replied, louder this time "playin' with blades e'? well, if you want to play, meet me outside this tavern tomorrow a midnight. the man said before walking back to his table.
the next night, they met in the street, both holding two dagger. they started to circle each other, their daggers making little circles in the air. than the man leapt at Xanather. as the man charged, dagger in hand, Xanathar calming brought up his dagger, pionted it at the man, and spoke a word of power. instantly, a bolt of sickly green energy lanced toward the man. as it hit him, he fell over, looking like he had a terrible fever, and coughing madly. Xanathar walked over to the man's body on the ground and said "don't ever expect me to play fair" before walking away into the night.
Unfortunately not, I'm afraid. I don't know the game enough to gauge the "fairness" of homebrews yet, so I save myself and simply allow officially content only.
Unfortunately not, I'm afraid. I don't know the game enough to gauge the "fairness" of homebrews yet, so I save myself and simply allow officially content only.
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Instead of simply sharing your backstory, give us a sample bit of RP no longer than three paragraphs on how your character has survived the initial dragon attack on Greenest and made it to Scatterheart Keep safely!
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Name: Merric Rosewater Race: Halfling, Ghostwise Class: Rogue/Assassin Ability Scores: Ability scores: 141418131414 RP Sample - Surviving in Greenest: Merric swore softly, almost to himself, as the bandits...they had to be bandits...went by, herding a small group of the townsfolk. What stroke of luck, I'm bein' sure if that luck be good or ill, had brought him to Greenest, he couldn't say. The murderer's trail had led him to this southern part of the Sword Coast but before he could do more than book a room and ask a question, the bandits had attacked. No respect fer the law, at all, these fellows.
Just then a couple of stranglers went past the alley where Merric hid, eyes scanning the darkness but they looked right past him. It would take better eyes than these fools had to spot him. They dragged a human woman and a child, likely her child. The wee little one wailed but the criminals wouldn't let the mother comfort the lass. Merric's eyes narrowed in anger. As the brigands past his position, he moved like the night and with as little sound. As he neared the closer of the pair, his rapier licked out, spearing through the man's throat. He dropped to his knees, unable to scream past the blood in his throat. The mother wrenched free of the dead man's grasp and then wrenched her daughter free. The other brigand spun in surprise, looking right over Merric's head.
"Down here, me ugly fren'," sneered the halfling. The half-orc looked down...in time to get the rapier in his left eye and then his brain. "Assumin' ye had any!" He pulled the weapon free as the body fell. Turning to the humans who huddled a short distance away, he said "Yer safe fer the moment, I'm thinkin' but not if you be stayin' here." He spoke in low tones and gestured at the keep. "Go there. Be movin' swift and stayin' in the shadows, and ye' should be makin' it."
The woman nodded, then asked softly, "What of you?" She had courage and was not concerned for losing their savior but for his safety. A good woman. "Me?" he asked with a savage grin. "I be havin' more fun to be findin'." And then he melted into the night.
Backstory: Merric Rosewater is a ghost-wise halfling from Delmyr, in the Hordelands. He is an assassin member of the Society of the Golden Hin, the organization responsible for the application of justice within Delmyr, such justice being determined by the judiciary of Delmyr, the Society of the Crystal Hin. Rarely the justice imposed is that of death. At those times, a halfling of the Golden Hin is charged with carrying out the sentence. Usually, this means escorting the accused from their home or, if it was thought the accused might flee (a rare thing among the law-abiding and order-loving hin of Delmyr), from one of the few cells in Delmyr to the place where the sentence, such as lashing, will be administered.
Sometimes, however, the accused is not a hin of Delmyr but an outsider, a merchant, traveler or other outsider. Those accused are far more likely to flee than any hin.
Merric Rosewater was sent in pursuit of one such criminal, a half-elf merchant who called himself Syl al’Harrad. Al’Harrad came to Delmyr as a merchant of clothes, textiles and related products. He had come before and this, perhaps, is why the hin merchants who met with him let down their guard. Whatever the reason, al’Harrad and Tinsom Appleblossom, a merchant specializing in certain rare herbs native to Delmyr were heard arguing over a transaction. Later, Al’Harrad left Appleblossom’s shop in a hurry, gathered his wagon and people, and left Delmyr with great haste. A witness who saw him leave noticed he left with a large sack with the Appleblossom sigil and had a limp.
Later that day the lifeless body of Tinsom Appleblossom, his wife, and his assistant were found dead in the back of the shop, slain by a long sword. Most of his stock of the rare herbs was missing. In Tinsom’s hand was a bloody dagger. The Society of the Crystal Hin sought the merchant but his lead was too great and he could not be found. A trial was held and Syl al’Harrad was found guilty of the murder of the three hin and sentenced to death in absentia. The Society of the Golden Hin was charged locating al’Harrad and carrying out the sentence. Alternatively, and if it could be done safely, al’Harrad could be returned to Delmyr to face a second trial and speak in his own defense.
Merric Rosewater was one of three assassins sent to find Syl al’Harrad and deliver the just sentence of the Crystal Hin.
Unfortunately not, I'm afraid. I don't know the game enough to gauge the "fairness" of homebrews yet, so I save myself and simply allow officially content only.
what about blood hunter? i want to do a "cursed person" character who is a warlock/BH multi class, with possibly a little sorcerer.
PM on the way; human cleric
Name: Xanathar CursedOne
Class: warlock 1 (Undying)/blood hunter 1
Race: ghost wise half ling
Ability scores: 14 15 12 9 13 13
Rp sample: Xanathar walked around Greenest, staying in the shadows, with his head down, trying to be a inconspicuous as possible. he needed to keep a low profile, because whenever anyone saw his face, they insulted him, beat him, and threw him out of town for being cursed. i mean, it wasn't HIS fault that he went looking for dark magic at a young age, ended up making a deal with a lich king, reading the scrolls on dark magic in a forbidden library, and training in fighting until he could curse and stab monsters at almost the same time.
he finally found a shop that looked shady enough that he would have a chance of buying something. he was desperately in need of food, but got turned away from every shop he entered.
he walked into a faded looking, back always shop called the one eyed wraith. inside he saw a couple a shady looking people with hoods pulled low to avoid being noticed, sitting on tables sipping ale. he walked up to the bartender and said "i'll take some tea, or water if you dont have any, and whatever meal you have" as he slammed some coins on the table. "ok, i'll bring it once its done." the bartender said before walking into the back room.
Xanathar went to sit at a table. as he sat down, the man next to him said drunkenly "same to the one eyed wraith, aye?" Xanathered replied by drawing his dagger, as saying "you don't bother me, and i wont bother you". the man next to him replied, louder this time "playin' with blades e'? well, if you want to play, meet me outside this tavern tomorrow a midnight. the man said before walking back to his table.
the next night, they met in the street, both holding two dagger. they started to circle each other, their daggers making little circles in the air. than the man leapt at Xanather. as the man charged, dagger in hand, Xanathar calming brought up his dagger, pionted it at the man, and spoke a word of power. instantly, a bolt of sickly green energy lanced toward the man. as it hit him, he fell over, looking like he had a terrible fever, and coughing madly. Xanathar walked over to the man's body on the ground and said "don't ever expect me to play fair" before walking away into the night.
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Unfortunately not, I'm afraid. I don't know the game enough to gauge the "fairness" of homebrews yet, so I save myself and simply allow officially content only.
ok, too bad.
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
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Name: Merric Rosewater
Race: Halfling, Ghostwise
Class: Rogue/Assassin
Ability Scores: Ability scores: 14 14 18 13 14 14
RP Sample - Surviving in Greenest: Merric swore softly, almost to himself, as the bandits...they had to be bandits...went by, herding a small group of the townsfolk. What stroke of luck, I'm bein' sure if that luck be good or ill, had brought him to Greenest, he couldn't say. The murderer's trail had led him to this southern part of the Sword Coast but before he could do more than book a room and ask a question, the bandits had attacked. No respect fer the law, at all, these fellows.
Just then a couple of stranglers went past the alley where Merric hid, eyes scanning the darkness but they looked right past him. It would take better eyes than these fools had to spot him. They dragged a human woman and a child, likely her child. The wee little one wailed but the criminals wouldn't let the mother comfort the lass. Merric's eyes narrowed in anger. As the brigands past his position, he moved like the night and with as little sound. As he neared the closer of the pair, his rapier licked out, spearing through the man's throat. He dropped to his knees, unable to scream past the blood in his throat. The mother wrenched free of the dead man's grasp and then wrenched her daughter free. The other brigand spun in surprise, looking right over Merric's head.
"Down here, me ugly fren'," sneered the halfling. The half-orc looked down...in time to get the rapier in his left eye and then his brain. "Assumin' ye had any!" He pulled the weapon free as the body fell. Turning to the humans who huddled a short distance away, he said "Yer safe fer the moment, I'm thinkin' but not if you be stayin' here." He spoke in low tones and gestured at the keep. "Go there. Be movin' swift and stayin' in the shadows, and ye' should be makin' it."
The woman nodded, then asked softly, "What of you?" She had courage and was not concerned for losing their savior but for his safety. A good woman. "Me?" he asked with a savage grin. "I be havin' more fun to be findin'." And then he melted into the night.
Backstory: Merric Rosewater is a ghost-wise halfling from Delmyr, in the Hordelands. He is an assassin member of the Society of the Golden Hin, the organization responsible for the application of justice within Delmyr, such justice being determined by the judiciary of Delmyr, the Society of the Crystal Hin. Rarely the justice imposed is that of death. At those times, a halfling of the Golden Hin is charged with carrying out the sentence. Usually, this means escorting the accused from their home or, if it was thought the accused might flee (a rare thing among the law-abiding and order-loving hin of Delmyr), from one of the few cells in Delmyr to the place where the sentence, such as lashing, will be administered.
Sometimes, however, the accused is not a hin of Delmyr but an outsider, a merchant, traveler or other outsider. Those accused are far more likely to flee than any hin.
Merric Rosewater was sent in pursuit of one such criminal, a half-elf merchant who called himself Syl al’Harrad. Al’Harrad came to Delmyr as a merchant of clothes, textiles and related products. He had come before and this, perhaps, is why the hin merchants who met with him let down their guard. Whatever the reason, al’Harrad and Tinsom Appleblossom, a merchant specializing in certain rare herbs native to Delmyr were heard arguing over a transaction. Later, Al’Harrad left Appleblossom’s shop in a hurry, gathered his wagon and people, and left Delmyr with great haste. A witness who saw him leave noticed he left with a large sack with the Appleblossom sigil and had a limp.
Later that day the lifeless body of Tinsom Appleblossom, his wife, and his assistant were found dead in the back of the shop, slain by a long sword. Most of his stock of the rare herbs was missing. In Tinsom’s hand was a bloody dagger. The Society of the Crystal Hin sought the merchant but his lead was too great and he could not be found. A trial was held and Syl al’Harrad was found guilty of the murder of the three hin and sentenced to death in absentia. The Society of the Golden Hin was charged locating al’Harrad and carrying out the sentence. Alternatively, and if it could be done safely, al’Harrad could be returned to Delmyr to face a second trial and speak in his own defense.
Merric Rosewater was one of three assassins sent to find Syl al’Harrad and deliver the just sentence of the Crystal Hin.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
what about blood hunter? i want to do a "cursed person" character who is a warlock/BH multi class, with possibly a little sorcerer.
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
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Good day! If you haven't guessed already, I've PM'd all those I have chosen!
If character slots become available once again, I'll open up this recruitment thread.
Thank you all!
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