Jonosh Xavqinor Vicen's father waits by the door worry and sadness in his eyes
"Son you know there's no reason, for you to leave home you'll be taking over the family business"
He says as he helps Vicen with his pack.
Vicen gives his father a hug before he turns to go he says
"You know Pa, I can't stay The Xanitharum has a bounty on me!" He shakes his head
"I'll only make you and ma a target, if I stay. Don't worry I'll return and run things one day. Once I'm forgotten."
"What will you do?" Jonosh says
"Its best you don't know, just know that I love you guys very much"
He turns and leaves leaving a life of raising horses and sometimes bounty hunter.
He took bounties to make extra coin to support a life beyond being a ranch hand but finally angered the wrong people capturing one of their hire ups. Going thru the gate he soon joins a wagon train of supplies as a caravan guard which took him across the sword coast his last run, ending in Greenest.
As he awakes he grabs his weapons, after he dawns his armor
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest: This town had been fun. Xanaphia had happened upon it just as a week long festival begun, and she'd woken up as spring everyday there. The people had loved her songs and dancing, and the food had been excellent. But the festival was over now, and so was her stay. She approached one of the caravan carriages preparing to leave the town, set her chest of belongings on board with a smile, and chirped the apparent rider a question: "Mind if I catch a ride?" After a bit of calculating staring and a slimy glob of spit on the ground, he growled an answer: "Depends on where you'd be headin', this here wagon train'll be going right past Greenest on it's way down south past the border." "Ooh, I don't think I've been to there yet. Any place's good for me so long as it's at least somewhat interesting. Do you happen to know anything about this Greenest?" she started blabbering as she jumped to sit next to the man. "W-Well, the place was started by a halfling of all things, a hundred or so years ago", he started with a slight blush, "thought she was the queen of Greenfields, she did, or so I've heard..."
"So are you nervous?" Seleen asked teasingly. "No." Replyed Lux, itching the tip of his right index finger with the same hand's thumb. It was his tell. She smirked and edged closer to the bald elf. "You'll be fine. You've been training for so long and doing great." She said reassuringly. Lux looked up at her with his ice blue silver flecked eyes. She had green with gold flecked eyes, and when they connected he felt warm. "You know I'm not good with people. I was instructed to find others to help, what if I cant convince anyone to join me, or me them." He did not break eye contact. Seleen smiled "You will be fine. The right ones will see you for what you are." She hugged him and he felt as though she was right. This would be his first outing from the wooded mountain he was raised and trained on. While holding Seleen, Lux's memories of training on the mountain, learning Draconic, Learning to follow Bahamut, and practicing his bow flash before him. All of it came to this. His journey to gain more hands on experience and become good enough to become a Hunter of Evil Dragons.
The word of a possible dragon in the area of Greenest spread through the channels quick. The elders decided Lux to be the one to go investigate the area and put what he has learned during his life so far to the test. To gain real world experience and grow his skills to better serve Bahamut and protect the land along with its occupants from evil chromatic dragons. He camped outside of the town in the wood, mostly to keep away from society, despite his instructions to find others to help in the task. After a few nights of this and nothing to show other than a few more animal friends and a full belly, Lux decided to stop observing and enter the town proper. He felt the eyes of the folk around on him, he felt like an oddity. He put his hood up and made his way to the local inn. He talked to the bartender and verbally fumbled a few words while requesting a room. Lux relaxed in the room for a while and went back downstairs to listen to others talk and maybe see if anyone brings up anything about dragons. It was strange that when he thought about that the dragon attacked. Que intro.
Just an observation, but have you ever noticed that if you have players roll for ability scores in the recruitment thread, it skews towards higher results because people who get low rolls withdraw their application?
While I haven't noticed, I don't find it surprising. It is a bit of a shame, I mean sure nice numbers to work with, but doesn't really assure anything in a game based on dice... or number random number generators in this case! 😀
Name: Thunder in the Soul of the Awoken Monsoon Tribe (Soul) Race: Tabaxi Class: Monk (Aiming to go Sun Soul once I hit 3) Ability Scores: Ability scores: 111516151013 RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Finally free from the stuffy monastery hidden deep within the Wood of Sharp Teeth, the cocky Tabaxi let out an ecstatic laugh as he charged through the open meadows beyond the forests which had been forbidden. Standing at 6' 8" and 170lbs of lean, toned muscles to any onlooker he may look like an actual cheetah charging across the plains given his fur pattern. carrying only what little he had managed to squirrel away before abandoning his home, Soul was seeking adventure, monsters, to fight evil like the stories his great grandfather had told! Training your body and mind and discipline and all that noise was pointless deep within the woods. All they ever got to fight was desperate beasts barely strong enough to stand since all the intelligent creatures of the woods knew better than to trespass.
His joy was cut short as he spied far ahead a group of...odd little dragon dogmen and people wearing purple cloaks. Dropping to his belly to break sight, the Tabaxi listened closely, his keen ears only able to pick up so much from this travelling group. Though the humanoid figures in cloaks spoke in hushed tones he could not make out, the dragon dogmen were talking excitedly, until one loudly yipped out "Get to Greenest! GET SHINIES FOR THE MASTER!" Before being struck over the head and left dying on the side of the road by one of the robed figures. The other small creatures quickly shut up, not wanting to share their comrade's fate. After allowing the group to travel out of view, Soul made his way over to the pathetic, dying creature, putting it out of it's misery before patting it down and finding a very crude map. Crude to the point of only showing one winding road, a large red X over some woods to the northwest, and a large green circle with the word GREENEST is common.
Contrary to what the average person's response may be, Soul had an ecstatic grin on his face as he leaped for joy in place while he looked at the map "This is great! Finally I get to actually fight something bad!" Crumpling up the map in his hand before eagerly bolting in the direction of this 'Greenest', eager to stop whatever plan that little group may have and save people to become one of the heroes he had read so much about!
(I am of course happy to tweak/workshop stuff since this is his functional backstory as well. Also, would it be ok to roll for gold? Both since I'm a monk and don't need much of anything, and because I love having a Tabaxi who has all sorts of odd nick-nacks and gear.)
Now that Point-buy is an option, I'll be glad to join :D
Name: Nikto Race: Changeling Class: Bard - College of Lore Ability Scores: Using Point-Buy
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Nikto belonged to a nomadic group of travelling musicians etching out a living by unwinding glorious tales of bravery and elegance in downtrodden and dilapidated shanties across the Western Heartlands. Disguising her appearance as a small, well-groomed half-elf, she was able to earn lodging in the finer places of town by playing her souls out on the warm, midsummer nights of festivals and carnivals with her bandmates. Despite the amenities and luxury of a stable lifestyle, Nikto - like most changelings - was thirsting for the very novelty that draws someone to desert her old lifestyle and start anew.
In a room on a tavern one day after a night of elegant performance, Nikto sat upon her bed and gazed out the window. Sighing, she looked for the telltale symbols in the sky that mark the passing of a new season.
"Why take this life upon myself when I so crave for a life of freedom and adventure?" She softly exclaims to nobody in particular.
The hand that was grasping a talisman her mother had bestowed in her slowly began to morph. The nails became extended and the willowy skin shifted to a darker tone of mottled, light, green-and-yellow. The transformation gradually progressed up the arm and onto the rest of her body, leaving in her wake a serious-looking, Green Dragonborn.
"What makes you so attached to your previous life that you are afraid of pursuing your dreams?" The figure snarls. "They cannot and will not understand your plight."
Now gradually morphing back into the cheerful-looking half-elf as before, Nikto furrowed her brow in consideration. "There was a festival in Greenest scheduled in a tenday."
"So what are you waiting for?"
A rather inebriated, cheerful-looking Dwarf that was part of NIkto's group opens the door to Nikto's room. "Wonderful night, isn't it? Busy tavern, I could've sworn I saw a Dragonborn turn past the hallway-" He then paused, noticing the room neatly tucked away, with no semblance that anyone had been there aside from a bundle of coins perched on the bedstand. "Nikto?"
Turning out of the room and stumbling to the edge of the tavern, he wildly looked left and right, to see a Green Dragonborn turn the corner, with a gleaming talisman swinging out of the figure's trenchcoat, which had been hanging on a shelf in the tavern not long ago. "Nikto?"
I'm not sure how long "three paragraphs" is supposed to be and it's also technically not a roleplay sample, but its something. This specific character I want to play would probably not have talked to a lot of people on her way to Greenest.
The darkness of night has fallen over the tiny hut in the swamps. A distant rumbling which is already being drowned in the noise of all the creatures that dwell in the fen is all that remains of the heavy storm that has passed just hours ago. No light can be seen in the hut. Cyriana is alone in the darkness, she always had been. She doesn’t mind. The darkness is her friend. The light hurts, people hurt. When she was younger, she stumbled upon humans who lived in a village close to the swamp and she tried to approach them. She was not welcome, instead, she was chased with sticks and thrown at with stones. They had called her “The swamp hag” . But that was decades ago. Now she was alone and it was good. When she was young, she also hoped the voice would return, the voice that gave her power, the voice that led her to this forsaken place, the voice, that promised her that she would see all the wonders out there in the world and the voice that had abandoned her for such a long time. This hope was gone now, what remained was the book that fascinated her and which had brought the voice.
But this night, this night the voice returned, speaking in riddles an poems, as it had always done.
“My dear child, I need support,
Your wait was long but time is short,
You have to travel far and swift,
make your way, receive my gift,
along the road and up we go,
just follow the water flow,
thru the sea of green so wide,
go before the morning light,
fate will come, don’t lose your mind,
the Greenest place you have to find”
It took Cyriana little time to get ready in leave her home for so many years. She grabbed her flute and her favorite mask, a backpack full of stuff she scavenged from the swamp when she still hoped her journey would go on and ever since kept under her bed, and she left, before even the slightest bit of light was heralding the approaching sunrise. She knew that fear and frustration had kept her in her swamp, but finally, she would leave and see what was beyond the mist and the mud. The voice would lead her, the voice would protect her, the voice would give her power. And if she had to pay a price, that would be fine.
Name: Pimster Teace Race: Lightfoot Halfling Class: Druid (eventually taking Circle of the Land) Ability Scores: 171610171218 RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Pimster was born in the middle of the longest, brightest night of the year. At the moment of his birth, a shooting star crossed in front of the full moon, leaving a streaking scar across the moon's face. An ancient druid appeared out of the grasslands not five breaths later, knocking on the round door of the Teace household. He checked the baby over, finding a birthmark on the baby that looked surprisingly like the star-crossed moon in the sky. Satisfied, the druid began an intricate, but caring, ritual to clean the child and rub it with oil. honey, and tea-tree leaves. Once the newborn was prepared, the old human lit a knotted cord of dried grasses and used it as a censer to spread a pleasant, but strong, smoke pattern in the air above them. In a strong voice, he spoke for the first time of the night, reciting an ancient spell in an ancient tongue. For hours, the druid chanted and conducted his ritual, finishing as the new sun first broke over the distant trees. He then walked out of the house and disappeared as suddenly as he had come.
It was never a question that Pim was marked for something great, and his love of the lands and nature grew stronger as he grew older. At the age of apprenticeship, the village druid claimed him, and trained the boy in the ways of the earth and moon and stars. Pimster grew in stature and wisdom, becoming a caring young man with a carefree attitude who was quick to lend a helping hand, but with a will and duty to protect those around him solid as ironwood. Because he spent so much time with the druid and out in the surrounding wilderness, Pimster was really only close with his family and his childhood friend, Bree Littlefoot. These two were best friends since they were toddlers, and as they grew they were inseparable. Whether getting in trouble by swiping a pie cooling on a windowsill, or fixing an oldster's fence so her milking goat wouldn't get lost, Pim and Breewere in it together.
Now, the wanderlust that affects some halflings has made the young druid restless to see more of the lands he is so keenly attuned to, and thus he finds himself contemplating leaving his village. But it was Bree, and her vision, that was the deciding factor for the young druid to leave. She had dreamt of a dragon causing great harm to the land; of a streaking star hurtling towards it; of a blinding flash of light. It was as clear as the beauty of his childhood friend, and now young woman. Pimster must find and confront this dragon to save the land, and people, that he loved. And so he set out to the north and east, following his instincts and relying on the family of druids to guide him.
Name: Kano Race: Half Elven Class: Sorcerer Ability Scores: As above RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Crouching in the bushes, Kano looked back over his shoulder in the direction of the pits. Clad in a simple monk's outfit, Kano had been fighting in the arena for the last few years. He had gotten quite good at it, though his style was a bit...unorthodox...but that's why the crowds loved it--and why he had been watched too closely to be able to escape until tonight. Yes, the celebration was still in full swing; no one must have yet realized he was missing.
Off into the night he crept with no thought other than to get far, far away. Yes, perhaps a small town, far away from any big cities. He could just be Kano, the itinerant monk, maybe find some odd jobs to do and lay low for awhile...
Weeks later, on the road, Kano saw the sign to a small town named Greenest. "Hmm, interesting. This could work," he thought. Setting his shoulders and taking a deep breath, the young half-elf strides down the road, ready to see what adventure might await.
The morning sun pierced through stain glass window behind the priest, casting a long imposing shadow over the temple. Lissa squinted up at him, holding her shield with both hands to keep from fidgeting. “I am blessed and highly favoured” she reassured herself as she climbed the stone steps into the shadow. “Papa” she announced “I.. am leaving!”
”It’s just.... I been learning for a reeeaally long time and.... you done taught me so good but..... I thinks it’s time for me to spread Lathanders light to other places! Where people might need it! And I wants to see the world! You gots to let me go!” Lissa struggled to look her father in the eyes as she played with her straw coloured hair. “These advent’rers are passing through, heading t’wards Greenest and I see light in them papa, I really do!”
Lucian looked down at his daughter with distaste. “ I thought something was odd with you, you were tapping your feet all through service. I hope the lord forgives me for my shame In raising a daughter so disrespectful. And now you want to run off galavanting with a group of travelling mercenaries! It’s just like when you took in that common thief who caused us so much grief. You are too naive, I will not allow it! I won’t have you flounder and disrespect our family name!”
Lissa felt the light of Lathander within her, she’d always held her tongue but now she couldn’t stop herself. She looked her father in the eyes. “You’re the one with no respect! The women of our family have always been closer to the Lord, and some of them great heroes! You’ve seen the blessings he’s gave me! You just don’t see the light in anyone but your rich pals! I gots to do this and I’m not asking no more!” Lissa turned away from her father and stepped out to the edge of the shadow. “I’m gonna be me!”
A big toothy grin came about Lissas freckled face as she stepped into the light. “I’m of to Greenest Y’all! And I’m gonna shine!”
Heya hey! I would like 1 - 2 players to fill in our a game of the two-parter campaign, Tyranny of Dragons - starting with the first instalment, Hoard of the Dragon Queen.
Please be able to post every 3 days at least - any longer just let us know!
OOC can happen on Discord
Official materials only, excluding UA.
Start at Level 2
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!
Roll for those abilities, always rolling those 1s - If you don't like your rolls, feel free to stake Standard Array or Point Buy!
Have respect for one another, and have fun!
Application format
Name: Race: Class: Ability Scores: RP Sample - Surviving in Greenest:
I will form the group on Sunday 11th around the afternoon (GMT) - Thank you! ✨
Name: Kugu Race: Half-Orc Class: Barbarian Ability scores: 111410111714 RP Sample - Surviving in Greenest:
Kugu sniffed as she walked into the town of Greenest. She did her best to ignore the looks the locals gave her, though she could feel the start of her orcish fury igniting at their looks. Surely, they'd seen a half-orc before? She blew out a breath, it blew through her tusks and remembered her father's words: The fury only serves Gruumsh. To find a goodly path, one has to master the fury for themselves. So far it had been easier said than done, but she was trying.
Kugu found the nearest inn, not even bothering with its name. She took a seat at the bar with another sniff. "Give me your strongest, ma'am," she told the barkeep, tossing a coin on the bar. "And a room if you please." Her father always said politeness would open doors her appearance would often close.
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Name: Ka’Burra Race: Aarakocra Class: Cleric Sample: The Traveler had always taken care of Ka’Burra’s chaotic ways, and this night was no different. After saying various prayers in a small room in some city the previous week, Ka’Burra found himself wandering Southward, no destination in mind, before stopping at a curious place. Greenest was the name that his keen senses heard floating around. The small Aarakocra garnered many stares as he walked into what appeared to be a small hostel. He glances around, nervous as to the proximity of the walls and other creatures. Speaking in sharp, jittery noises, he asks; “One room, please. Highest room. Window, if possible.” That night, he prepared to roost for the evening, when a flicker of light illuminated an area in the distance. Thinking nothing of it, he returned to his thoughts, until they were interrupted by a roar. He was taken aback - a dragon had appeared! He quickly smashed the windowsill and took off in the night, intending to flee the vicinity.
As he soared past the first window and gained altitude, he heard a woman scream. The dragon was closer than Ka’Burra imagined. Peering down, he noticed the woman was clutching a small bundle of crying cloth, edging to the side of a house as the rest of it was being engulfed in flames. He swooped down, landing near the edge, and the woman’s eyes go wide. “I can help you,” he says, before noticing several Kobolds creeping through the fire, weapons at the ready. The woman seems untrusting of the monstrous-looking Aarakocra until he loosed a bolt of light at the nearest kobold. Earning her trust, he grasps the woman and flies her - with some difficulty - some ways away from the city. After laying her on the ground, he says; ”I must go back. The Traveler commends me. Get yourself to safety; I will be bringing others.”
And so, dodging and weaving through fire and claws of dragons, he swerved his way through the city, healing those near death and saving those who could be rescued, until he collided with a blast of fire, singing his wings. Crumpling to the ground, he barely made it away from the city, dragging himself to another city - Scatterheart Keep, seeming rest and healing. Ever jumpy and claustrophobic, the owl-like Aarakocra strikes an interesting figure in any room he begrudgingly enters.
Devan led normal life working on his fathers farm on the Outskirts of Greenest. One day he was exploring looking for mushrooms for dinner when he fell into a hidden cave. Lost, being swarmed by bats he sought shelter in a alcove a smaller area of the cave blind from darkness he heard a voice
"Devan I will give you direction your life, for your soul"
Devan looked around in the darkness afraid
"Who, what are you sir dwelling in a cave, in the darkness?"
"I am the dark weapon of vengeance I am Raven. Use me, set me free and I will bestow powers upon you. Hold out your hands "
Not sure, but wanting to live and leave this cave Devan reached out finding a spear his hands tingled and his whole body glowed and his mind showed a map in his head he followed as the pale light of the spear aided him once beyond the cave outside
"You have my strength and powers granted to you!" the spear said in his mind then it disappeared
He soon found if he touched a weapon he could bestow Ravens power upon it and had a affinity for ranged weapons
He said goodbye to his father when he saw the Dragon attacking and went to help
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Ability scores: 151317121414
Name: Aloevan Eversnow Race: Wood Elf Class: Druid (Circle of the Land) RP Sample: Aloevan looked upon the destruction in Greenhest in horror. The aftermath of a dragon attack was more devastating than she could have imagined. Her heart bled for the dead and the injured. Everywhere she looked there were bodies. Some moving, some stilled forever. Her heart beld for the land. Everywhere she looked scorched marks from dragon lightning had gouged blacked spots where they had touched. A nearby pond whose surface was now covered by floating, up bellied fish, a gruesome souvenir of the aftermath.
If only I had arrived earlier. If only I had been faster. If only I had been more aware of the signs. If only ...
Numerous thoughts of what ifs plagued Aloevan's thoughts as she moved among the injured, healing and aiding those she could. A member of the Emerald Enclave, she had been tending to a grove about half a day way from Greenest, when she first saw the dragon fly by. She had not thought much of it until she saw the smoke rising from Greenest. By the time she arrived, it was already too late.
As she tended to the injured, Aloevan hears that a group of heroes had fortunately arrived shortly after it began and had helped to repel the dragon and its allies. It seemed that the attackers had been part of the Cult of the Dragon. If it was true that was grave news indeed, and Aloevan could not stand idly by and watch something like this happen again.
Inquiring further, she soon finds out that the adventurers were headed towards Scatterheart Keep and decides to follow after them. Moving through the forests and avoiding the roads, Aloevan makes use of her druidic powers to ensure she stays undetected as she pursues the adventures.
Name: Vicen Xavqinor <---Link
Race: Half Wood elf
Class Fighter
Ability Scores
Back Story (RP)
Jonosh Xavqinor Vicen's father waits by the door worry and sadness in his eyes
"Son you know there's no reason, for you to leave home you'll be taking over the family business"
He says as he helps Vicen with his pack.
Vicen gives his father a hug before he turns to go he says
"You know Pa, I can't stay The Xanitharum has a bounty on me!" He shakes his head
"I'll only make you and ma a target, if I stay. Don't worry I'll return and run things one day. Once I'm forgotten."
"What will you do?" Jonosh says
"Its best you don't know, just know that I love you guys very much"
He turns and leaves leaving a life of raising horses and sometimes bounty hunter.
He took bounties to make extra coin to support a life beyond being a ranch hand but finally angered the wrong people capturing one of their hire ups. Going thru the gate he soon joins a wagon train of supplies as a caravan guard which took him across the sword coast his last run, ending in Greenest.
As he awakes he grabs his weapons, after he dawns his armor
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Name: Xanaphia Amamne
Race: Eladrin
Class: Bard
Ability Scores: Ability scores: 16 12 16 13 13 14
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest: This town had been fun. Xanaphia had happened upon it just as a week long festival begun, and she'd woken up as spring everyday there. The people had loved her songs and dancing, and the food had been excellent. But the festival was over now, and so was her stay. She approached one of the caravan carriages preparing to leave the town, set her chest of belongings on board with a smile, and chirped the apparent rider a question: "Mind if I catch a ride?" After a bit of calculating staring and a slimy glob of spit on the ground, he growled an answer: "Depends on where you'd be headin', this here wagon train'll be going right past Greenest on it's way down south past the border." "Ooh, I don't think I've been to there yet. Any place's good for me so long as it's at least somewhat interesting. Do you happen to know anything about this Greenest?" she started blabbering as she jumped to sit next to the man. "W-Well, the place was started by a halfling of all things, a hundred or so years ago", he started with a slight blush, "thought she was the queen of Greenfields, she did, or so I've heard..."
Ability scores: 9 13 11 16 12 14
Character Name/Link: Lux Lethris
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Ranger
RP Sample - deciding to go to Greennest
"So are you nervous?" Seleen asked teasingly. "No." Replyed Lux, itching the tip of his right index finger with the same hand's thumb. It was his tell. She smirked and edged closer to the bald elf. "You'll be fine. You've been training for so long and doing great." She said reassuringly. Lux looked up at her with his ice blue silver flecked eyes. She had green with gold flecked eyes, and when they connected he felt warm. "You know I'm not good with people. I was instructed to find others to help, what if I cant convince anyone to join me, or me them." He did not break eye contact. Seleen smiled "You will be fine. The right ones will see you for what you are." She hugged him and he felt as though she was right. This would be his first outing from the wooded mountain he was raised and trained on. While holding Seleen, Lux's memories of training on the mountain, learning Draconic, Learning to follow Bahamut, and practicing his bow flash before him. All of it came to this. His journey to gain more hands on experience and become good enough to become a Hunter of Evil Dragons.
The word of a possible dragon in the area of Greenest spread through the channels quick. The elders decided Lux to be the one to go investigate the area and put what he has learned during his life so far to the test. To gain real world experience and grow his skills to better serve Bahamut and protect the land along with its occupants from evil chromatic dragons. He camped outside of the town in the wood, mostly to keep away from society, despite his instructions to find others to help in the task. After a few nights of this and nothing to show other than a few more animal friends and a full belly, Lux decided to stop observing and enter the town proper. He felt the eyes of the folk around on him, he felt like an oddity. He put his hood up and made his way to the local inn. He talked to the bartender and verbally fumbled a few words while requesting a room. Lux relaxed in the room for a while and went back downstairs to listen to others talk and maybe see if anyone brings up anything about dragons. It was strange that when he thought about that the dragon attacked. Que intro.
Picture of Lux
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
You most certainly can! I'll amend the initial post to reflect this. 🙂
While I haven't noticed, I don't find it surprising. It is a bit of a shame, I mean sure nice numbers to work with, but doesn't really assure anything in a game based on dice... or number random number generators in this case! 😀
Name: Thunder in the Soul of the Awoken Monsoon Tribe (Soul)
Race: Tabaxi
Class: Monk (Aiming to go Sun Soul once I hit 3)
Ability Scores: Ability scores: 11 15 16 15 10 13
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Finally free from the stuffy monastery hidden deep within the Wood of Sharp Teeth, the cocky Tabaxi let out an ecstatic laugh as he charged through the open meadows beyond the forests which had been forbidden. Standing at 6' 8" and 170lbs of lean, toned muscles to any onlooker he may look like an actual cheetah charging across the plains given his fur pattern. carrying only what little he had managed to squirrel away before abandoning his home, Soul was seeking adventure, monsters, to fight evil like the stories his great grandfather had told! Training your body and mind and discipline and all that noise was pointless deep within the woods. All they ever got to fight was desperate beasts barely strong enough to stand since all the intelligent creatures of the woods knew better than to trespass.
His joy was cut short as he spied far ahead a group of...odd little dragon dogmen and people wearing purple cloaks. Dropping to his belly to break sight, the Tabaxi listened closely, his keen ears only able to pick up so much from this travelling group. Though the humanoid figures in cloaks spoke in hushed tones he could not make out, the dragon dogmen were talking excitedly, until one loudly yipped out "Get to Greenest! GET SHINIES FOR THE MASTER!" Before being struck over the head and left dying on the side of the road by one of the robed figures. The other small creatures quickly shut up, not wanting to share their comrade's fate. After allowing the group to travel out of view, Soul made his way over to the pathetic, dying creature, putting it out of it's misery before patting it down and finding a very crude map. Crude to the point of only showing one winding road, a large red X over some woods to the northwest, and a large green circle with the word GREENEST is common.
Contrary to what the average person's response may be, Soul had an ecstatic grin on his face as he leaped for joy in place while he looked at the map "This is great! Finally I get to actually fight something bad!" Crumpling up the map in his hand before eagerly bolting in the direction of this 'Greenest', eager to stop whatever plan that little group may have and save people to become one of the heroes he had read so much about!
(I am of course happy to tweak/workshop stuff since this is his functional backstory as well. Also, would it be ok to roll for gold? Both since I'm a monk and don't need much of anything, and because I love having a Tabaxi who has all sorts of odd nick-nacks and gear.)
Link: With everything but the equipment until the above is answered
https://ddb.ac/characters/33886828/24nfM5
I’m willing to join but I don’t have discord, I will PM you for out of game stuff if that’s okay
Great, thanks!
Now that Point-buy is an option, I'll be glad to join :D
Name: Nikto
Race: Changeling
Class: Bard - College of Lore
Ability Scores: Using Point-Buy
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Nikto belonged to a nomadic group of travelling musicians etching out a living by unwinding glorious tales of bravery and elegance in downtrodden and dilapidated shanties across the Western Heartlands. Disguising her appearance as a small, well-groomed half-elf, she was able to earn lodging in the finer places of town by playing her souls out on the warm, midsummer nights of festivals and carnivals with her bandmates. Despite the amenities and luxury of a stable lifestyle, Nikto - like most changelings - was thirsting for the very novelty that draws someone to desert her old lifestyle and start anew.
In a room on a tavern one day after a night of elegant performance, Nikto sat upon her bed and gazed out the window. Sighing, she looked for the telltale symbols in the sky that mark the passing of a new season.
"Why take this life upon myself when I so crave for a life of freedom and adventure?" She softly exclaims to nobody in particular.
The hand that was grasping a talisman her mother had bestowed in her slowly began to morph. The nails became extended and the willowy skin shifted to a darker tone of mottled, light, green-and-yellow. The transformation gradually progressed up the arm and onto the rest of her body, leaving in her wake a serious-looking, Green Dragonborn.
"What makes you so attached to your previous life that you are afraid of pursuing your dreams?" The figure snarls. "They cannot and will not understand your plight."
Now gradually morphing back into the cheerful-looking half-elf as before, Nikto furrowed her brow in consideration. "There was a festival in Greenest scheduled in a tenday."
"So what are you waiting for?"
A rather inebriated, cheerful-looking Dwarf that was part of NIkto's group opens the door to Nikto's room. "Wonderful night, isn't it? Busy tavern, I could've sworn I saw a Dragonborn turn past the hallway-" He then paused, noticing the room neatly tucked away, with no semblance that anyone had been there aside from a bundle of coins perched on the bedstand. "Nikto?"
Turning out of the room and stumbling to the edge of the tavern, he wildly looked left and right, to see a Green Dragonborn turn the corner, with a gleaming talisman swinging out of the figure's trenchcoat, which had been hanging on a shelf in the tavern not long ago. "Nikto?"
Ability scores: 9 12 9 13 11 14
pointbuy I'guess
Name: Cyriana
Race: Drow
Class: Warlock (Archfey)
I'm not sure how long "three paragraphs" is supposed to be and it's also technically not a roleplay sample, but its something. This specific character I want to play would probably not have talked to a lot of people on her way to Greenest.
The darkness of night has fallen over the tiny hut in the swamps. A distant rumbling which is already being drowned in the noise of all the creatures that dwell in the fen is all that remains of the heavy storm that has passed just hours ago. No light can be seen in the hut. Cyriana is alone in the darkness, she always had been. She doesn’t mind. The darkness is her friend. The light hurts, people hurt. When she was younger, she stumbled upon humans who lived in a village close to the swamp and she tried to approach them. She was not welcome, instead, she was chased with sticks and thrown at with stones. They had called her “The swamp hag” . But that was decades ago. Now she was alone and it was good. When she was young, she also hoped the voice would return, the voice that gave her power, the voice that led her to this forsaken place, the voice, that promised her that she would see all the wonders out there in the world and the voice that had abandoned her for such a long time. This hope was gone now, what remained was the book that fascinated her and which had brought the voice.
But this night, this night the voice returned, speaking in riddles an poems, as it had always done.
“My dear child, I need support,
Your wait was long but time is short,
You have to travel far and swift,
make your way, receive my gift,
along the road and up we go,
just follow the water flow,
thru the sea of green so wide,
go before the morning light,
fate will come, don’t lose your mind,
the Greenest place you have to find”
It took Cyriana little time to get ready in leave her home for so many years. She grabbed her flute and her favorite mask, a backpack full of stuff she scavenged from the swamp when she still hoped her journey would go on and ever since kept under her bed, and she left, before even the slightest bit of light was heralding the approaching sunrise. She knew that fear and frustration had kept her in her swamp, but finally, she would leave and see what was beyond the mist and the mud. The voice would lead her, the voice would protect her, the voice would give her power. And if she had to pay a price, that would be fine.
Name: Pimster Teace
Race: Lightfoot Halfling
Class: Druid (eventually taking Circle of the Land)
Ability Scores: 17 16 10 17 12 18
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Pimster was born in the middle of the longest, brightest night of the year. At the moment of his birth, a shooting star crossed in front of the full moon, leaving a streaking scar across the moon's face. An ancient druid appeared out of the grasslands not five breaths later, knocking on the round door of the Teace household. He checked the baby over, finding a birthmark on the baby that looked surprisingly like the star-crossed moon in the sky. Satisfied, the druid began an intricate, but caring, ritual to clean the child and rub it with oil. honey, and tea-tree leaves. Once the newborn was prepared, the old human lit a knotted cord of dried grasses and used it as a censer to spread a pleasant, but strong, smoke pattern in the air above them. In a strong voice, he spoke for the first time of the night, reciting an ancient spell in an ancient tongue. For hours, the druid chanted and conducted his ritual, finishing as the new sun first broke over the distant trees. He then walked out of the house and disappeared as suddenly as he had come.
It was never a question that Pim was marked for something great, and his love of the lands and nature grew stronger as he grew older. At the age of apprenticeship, the village druid claimed him, and trained the boy in the ways of the earth and moon and stars. Pimster grew in stature and wisdom, becoming a caring young man with a carefree attitude who was quick to lend a helping hand, but with a will and duty to protect those around him solid as ironwood. Because he spent so much time with the druid and out in the surrounding wilderness, Pimster was really only close with his family and his childhood friend, Bree Littlefoot. These two were best friends since they were toddlers, and as they grew they were inseparable. Whether getting in trouble by swiping a pie cooling on a windowsill, or fixing an oldster's fence so her milking goat wouldn't get lost, Pim and Bree were in it together.
Now, the wanderlust that affects some halflings has made the young druid restless to see more of the lands he is so keenly attuned to, and thus he finds himself contemplating leaving his village. But it was Bree, and her vision, that was the deciding factor for the young druid to leave. She had dreamt of a dragon causing great harm to the land; of a streaking star hurtling towards it; of a blinding flash of light. It was as clear as the beauty of his childhood friend, and now young woman. Pimster must find and confront this dragon to save the land, and people, that he loved. And so he set out to the north and east, following his instincts and relying on the family of druids to guide him.
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Let's see what the dice encourage me to play...
Ability scores: 12 15 13 11 18 12
Name: Kano
Race: Half Elven
Class: Sorcerer
Ability Scores: As above
RP Sample - Deciding to go to Greenest:
Crouching in the bushes, Kano looked back over his shoulder in the direction of the pits. Clad in a simple monk's outfit, Kano had been fighting in the arena for the last few years. He had gotten quite good at it, though his style was a bit...unorthodox...but that's why the crowds loved it--and why he had been watched too closely to be able to escape until tonight. Yes, the celebration was still in full swing; no one must have yet realized he was missing.
Off into the night he crept with no thought other than to get far, far away. Yes, perhaps a small town, far away from any big cities. He could just be Kano, the itinerant monk, maybe find some odd jobs to do and lay low for awhile...
Weeks later, on the road, Kano saw the sign to a small town named Greenest. "Hmm, interesting. This could work," he thought. Setting his shoulders and taking a deep breath, the young half-elf strides down the road, ready to see what adventure might await.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
I got invited to a different game so, ill drop out of this one. Thanks guys and good luck to your game.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAAbility scores: 16 11 15 18 14 14
Name: Lissa Favendawn
Race: Human (variant)
Class: Cleric (Light)
Rp sample:
The morning sun pierced through stain glass window behind the priest, casting a long imposing shadow over the temple. Lissa squinted up at him, holding her shield with both hands to keep from fidgeting. “I am blessed and highly favoured” she reassured herself as she climbed the stone steps into the shadow. “Papa” she announced “I.. am leaving!”
”It’s just.... I been learning for a reeeaally long time and.... you done taught me so good but..... I thinks it’s time for me to spread Lathanders light to other places! Where people might need it! And I wants to see the world! You gots to let me go!” Lissa struggled to look her father in the eyes as she played with her straw coloured hair. “These advent’rers are passing through, heading t’wards Greenest and I see light in them papa, I really do!”
Lucian looked down at his daughter with distaste. “ I thought something was odd with you, you were tapping your feet all through service. I hope the lord forgives me for my shame In raising a daughter so disrespectful. And now you want to run off galavanting with a group of travelling mercenaries! It’s just like when you took in that common thief who caused us so much grief. You are too naive, I will not allow it! I won’t have you flounder and disrespect our family name!”
Lissa felt the light of Lathander within her, she’d always held her tongue but now she couldn’t stop herself. She looked her father in the eyes. “You’re the one with no respect! The women of our family have always been closer to the Lord, and some of them great heroes! You’ve seen the blessings he’s gave me! You just don’t see the light in anyone but your rich pals! I gots to do this and I’m not asking no more!” Lissa turned away from her father and stepped out to the edge of the shadow. “I’m gonna be me!”
A big toothy grin came about Lissas freckled face as she stepped into the light. “I’m of to Greenest Y’all! And I’m gonna shine!”
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Thanks for everyone's applications - I've PM'd all those I have chosen!
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Heya hey! I would like 1 - 2 players to fill in our a game of the two-parter campaign, Tyranny of Dragons - starting with the first instalment, Hoard of the Dragon Queen.
Application format
Name:
Race:
Class:
Ability Scores:
RP Sample - Surviving in Greenest:
I will form the group on Sunday 11th around the afternoon (GMT) - Thank you! ✨
Name: Kugu
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Barbarian
Ability scores: 11 14 10 11 17 14
RP Sample - Surviving in Greenest:
Kugu sniffed as she walked into the town of Greenest. She did her best to ignore the looks the locals gave her, though she could feel the start of her orcish fury igniting at their looks. Surely, they'd seen a half-orc before? She blew out a breath, it blew through her tusks and remembered her father's words: The fury only serves Gruumsh. To find a goodly path, one has to master the fury for themselves. So far it had been easier said than done, but she was trying.
Kugu found the nearest inn, not even bothering with its name. She took a seat at the bar with another sniff. "Give me your strongest, ma'am," she told the barkeep, tossing a coin on the bar. "And a room if you please." Her father always said politeness would open doors her appearance would often close.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
I would be glad to join! Scores: 14 14 14 16 16 15
Name: Ka’Burra
Race: Aarakocra
Class: Cleric
Sample:
The Traveler had always taken care of Ka’Burra’s chaotic ways, and this night was no different. After saying various prayers in a small room in some city the previous week, Ka’Burra found himself wandering Southward, no destination in mind, before stopping at a curious place. Greenest was the name that his keen senses heard floating around. The small Aarakocra garnered many stares as he walked into what appeared to be a small hostel. He glances around, nervous as to the proximity of the walls and other creatures. Speaking in sharp, jittery noises, he asks; “One room, please. Highest room. Window, if possible.” That night, he prepared to roost for the evening, when a flicker of light illuminated an area in the distance. Thinking nothing of it, he returned to his thoughts, until they were interrupted by a roar. He was taken aback - a dragon had appeared! He quickly smashed the windowsill and took off in the night, intending to flee the vicinity.
As he soared past the first window and gained altitude, he heard a woman scream. The dragon was closer than Ka’Burra imagined. Peering down, he noticed the woman was clutching a small bundle of crying cloth, edging to the side of a house as the rest of it was being engulfed in flames. He swooped down, landing near the edge, and the woman’s eyes go wide. “I can help you,” he says, before noticing several Kobolds creeping through the fire, weapons at the ready. The woman seems untrusting of the monstrous-looking Aarakocra until he loosed a bolt of light at the nearest kobold. Earning her trust, he grasps the woman and flies her - with some difficulty - some ways away from the city. After laying her on the ground, he says; ”I must go back. The Traveler commends me. Get yourself to safety; I will be bringing others.”
And so, dodging and weaving through fire and claws of dragons, he swerved his way through the city, healing those near death and saving those who could be rescued, until he collided with a blast of fire, singing his wings. Crumpling to the ground, he barely made it away from the city, dragging himself to another city - Scatterheart Keep, seeming rest and healing. Ever jumpy and claustrophobic, the owl-like Aarakocra strikes an interesting figure in any room he begrudgingly enters.
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May I use this home brew sub class? https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/127799-the-archmage
or this one? https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/65791-the-kraken
or this? https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/224462-the-raven-queen
or this? https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/203495-the-shadow-lord
Or this: https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/139655-the-void
Or this? https://www.dndbeyond.com/subclasses/133007-wraith
I know, it's a lot. My favorite of those is the top one.
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
Ability scores: 13 18 16 14 11 13
Name Devan Grace https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Stormbringer4729/characters/36920533
Race: Variant Human
Class Hexblade
Back Story (RP)
Devan led normal life working on his fathers farm on the Outskirts of Greenest. One day he was exploring looking for mushrooms for dinner when he fell into a hidden cave. Lost, being swarmed by bats he sought shelter in a alcove a smaller area of the cave blind from darkness he heard a voice
"Devan I will give you direction your life, for your soul"
Devan looked around in the darkness afraid
"Who, what are you sir dwelling in a cave, in the darkness?"
"I am the dark weapon of vengeance I am Raven. Use me, set me free and I will bestow powers upon you. Hold out your hands "
Not sure, but wanting to live and leave this cave Devan reached out finding a spear his hands tingled and his whole body glowed and his mind showed a map in his head he followed as the pale light of the spear aided him once beyond the cave outside
"You have my strength and powers granted to you!" the spear said in his mind then it disappeared
He soon found if he touched a weapon he could bestow Ravens power upon it and had a affinity for ranged weapons
He said goodbye to his father when he saw the Dragon attacking and went to help
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Ability scores: 15 13 17 12 14 14
Name: Aloevan Eversnow
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Druid (Circle of the Land)
RP Sample:
Aloevan looked upon the destruction in Greenhest in horror. The aftermath of a dragon attack was more devastating than she could have imagined. Her heart bled for the dead and the injured. Everywhere she looked there were bodies. Some moving, some stilled forever. Her heart beld for the land. Everywhere she looked scorched marks from dragon lightning had gouged blacked spots where they had touched. A nearby pond whose surface was now covered by floating, up bellied fish, a gruesome souvenir of the aftermath.
If only I had arrived earlier. If only I had been faster. If only I had been more aware of the signs. If only ...
Numerous thoughts of what ifs plagued Aloevan's thoughts as she moved among the injured, healing and aiding those she could. A member of the Emerald Enclave, she had been tending to a grove about half a day way from Greenest, when she first saw the dragon fly by. She had not thought much of it until she saw the smoke rising from Greenest. By the time she arrived, it was already too late.
As she tended to the injured, Aloevan hears that a group of heroes had fortunately arrived shortly after it began and had helped to repel the dragon and its allies. It seemed that the attackers had been part of the Cult of the Dragon. If it was true that was grave news indeed, and Aloevan could not stand idly by and watch something like this happen again.
Inquiring further, she soon finds out that the adventurers were headed towards Scatterheart Keep and decides to follow after them. Moving through the forests and avoiding the roads, Aloevan makes use of her druidic powers to ensure she stays undetected as she pursues the adventures.
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