At the inception of the multiverse, the gods of gods deemed that since there was a beginning, there must be an end. The end was inevitable. Dendar, the Night Serpent was deemed to be the end of existence. Locked away until the end approached, Dendar was imprisoned in the Realm of Nightmares. Every time a creature experienced fear, the bindings restraining the primordial serpent were loosened, and the End drew closer.
11 years ago, Dendar broke free of its confinement and plunged the Multiverse into darkness. Several planes of existence have already been completely and utterly annihilated, and several major deities were devoured by Dendar. The forces of the Multiverse now band together to fight off the unending hordes of the Destroyer of All. Angels and demons fight side by side, desperate to save existence. All those who wish to have the right to exist put aside their differences and work together. All the while, Dendar's laugh echoes through eternity.
Recently, Dendar succeeded in destroying the plane of Mount Celestia, now having a total of 7 destroyed planes of existence. With the power she gained, she let loose a roar that shook the planar firmaments. This roar caused some of the planar boundaries to buckle and weaken. Parts of the weakened planes broke off and were absorbed by the ever-growing Realm of Nightmares. You happened to be on one of those portions. After the mind-breaking experince, you find yourself in a very new environment. You appear to be in a pine forest. A faint mist fills the gaps between the trees. The sky is draped by the veil of night. Faint stars dot the sky, but they are dim compared to the moon. The moon looks very similar to a gigantic, crimson serpent eye that lights everything with a faint red glow. You are not alone. Others appear to be with you. Besides them, an occasional distant scream and roar fill the silent night air.
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Aluphira is a rather short, slender, elven looking woman with dark skin and piercing blue eyes. She carries a shortsword at her hip, but is wearing no armor.
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Cormin is short for a firbolg at 6'6", one could probably mistake him for a tall elf if they didn't look closely. And ignored the beard. He's neatly dressed, if simply, in leather armor with a staff and shield at his side. Overall, he gives the impression of someone eminently average, forgettable.
Verlaraises her head, her fingers loosening the grip from her skull. The pain finally eases, it almost consumed her; the near constant seemed the pain, her screaming and the thud of each everlasting heartbeat. But she was herself now, the blessing of the seemingly endless pain sinking into nothing more than a memory...
A scream, Verla turned her head suddenly. Her dark brown locs clinging due to the small bands of gold that decorate them intermittently. Larger gold bands on her biceps that attach the white thin overcoat to her decorated battle armour standing at 5'11". Her oddly near-perfect brown skin and glowing eyes give away her heritage; a being of the divine.
Another scream. The aasimar is swift to brandish her mace and shield, but doesn't see the source... Instead she turns to the eerie blood-like moon and point her weapon, "Mark my words, Dendar! In all that is blessed, you will not succeed on your dark ambitions!"
Opp is rather tall for a gnome. he wears bright red and orange robes with a black sash around his waist. He has a bag on his left side and a belt pouch on his right, for easy access. On his brown-haired head e wears big round glasses.
You each see each other in the small clearing you are in. The loamy soul is sort and springy. Above you, the eye-like moon blinks, plunging the world into darkness for a moment. As you all take in what just happened, a guttural growl eminates from the treetops above. You look up to see a large cat creature clinging to one of the trees. Its gray fur is standing on end as it glares down on you. You watch as the skin on its face peels away to reveal the muscle and skull beneath as it growls again. Next to it on a branch are two kittens. The creature stays were it is, but is warning you to back off.
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While continuing to face the ferocious creature, Verlastarts to approach the elven figure ((Aluphira)) walking gently and sideways with no sudden movements.
"Hold. Another who has not fallen to Drendar's madness. Together, we can watch each other's backs, wouldn't you agree?"
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Cormin backs up as well. Does he have any sense of what this creature is, or possibly used to be? (I'm assuming flat-out no, but if there is a roll, I wouldn't think it would be nature.)
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The aasimar sees the elf's apprehension and gestures no threat and musters a small smile despite the looming grotesque threat, "Verla is my name. I hail from the remnants of Celestia... What name do you hold?"
Verlalooks at the creature just to gauge how likely a threat is...
"Sorry," Cormin says to it (Speach of Beast and Leaf), hunching a bit to make himself smaller. "I'm not in your territory by choice, and I mean no harm to you and yours." He tilts his head. "Hopefully you can understand me as well as the creatures back home."
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I've decided to drop this campaign. My schedule with school and work is just too much. I'm addition, this one is just having a hard time getting started. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused.
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At the inception of the multiverse, the gods of gods deemed that since there was a beginning, there must be an end. The end was inevitable. Dendar, the Night Serpent was deemed to be the end of existence. Locked away until the end approached, Dendar was imprisoned in the Realm of Nightmares. Every time a creature experienced fear, the bindings restraining the primordial serpent were loosened, and the End drew closer.
11 years ago, Dendar broke free of its confinement and plunged the Multiverse into darkness. Several planes of existence have already been completely and utterly annihilated, and several major deities were devoured by Dendar. The forces of the Multiverse now band together to fight off the unending hordes of the Destroyer of All. Angels and demons fight side by side, desperate to save existence. All those who wish to have the right to exist put aside their differences and work together. All the while, Dendar's laugh echoes through eternity.
Recently, Dendar succeeded in destroying the plane of Mount Celestia, now having a total of 7 destroyed planes of existence. With the power she gained, she let loose a roar that shook the planar firmaments. This roar caused some of the planar boundaries to buckle and weaken. Parts of the weakened planes broke off and were absorbed by the ever-growing Realm of Nightmares. You happened to be on one of those portions. After the mind-breaking experince, you find yourself in a very new environment. You appear to be in a pine forest. A faint mist fills the gaps between the trees. The sky is draped by the veil of night. Faint stars dot the sky, but they are dim compared to the moon. The moon looks very similar to a gigantic, crimson serpent eye that lights everything with a faint red glow. You are not alone. Others appear to be with you. Besides them, an occasional distant scream and roar fill the silent night air.
Describe your characters.
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Aluphira is a rather short, slender, elven looking woman with dark skin and piercing blue eyes. She carries a shortsword at her hip, but is wearing no armor.
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Cormin is short for a firbolg at 6'6", one could probably mistake him for a tall elf if they didn't look closely. And ignored the beard. He's neatly dressed, if simply, in leather armor with a staff and shield at his side. Overall, he gives the impression of someone eminently average, forgettable.
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Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Verla raises her head, her fingers loosening the grip from her skull. The pain finally eases, it almost consumed her; the near constant seemed the pain, her screaming and the thud of each everlasting heartbeat. But she was herself now, the blessing of the seemingly endless pain sinking into nothing more than a memory...
A scream, Verla turned her head suddenly. Her dark brown locs clinging due to the small bands of gold that decorate them intermittently. Larger gold bands on her biceps that attach the white thin overcoat to her decorated battle armour standing at 5'11". Her oddly near-perfect brown skin and glowing eyes give away her heritage; a being of the divine.
Another scream. The aasimar is swift to brandish her mace and shield, but doesn't see the source... Instead she turns to the eerie blood-like moon and point her weapon, "Mark my words, Dendar! In all that is blessed, you will not succeed on your dark ambitions!"
I can begin when the last person describes themself.
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Opp is rather tall for a gnome. he wears bright red and orange robes with a black sash around his waist. He has a bag on his left side and a belt pouch on his right, for easy access.
On his brown-haired head e wears big round glasses.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
You each see each other in the small clearing you are in. The loamy soul is sort and springy. Above you, the eye-like moon blinks, plunging the world into darkness for a moment. As you all take in what just happened, a guttural growl eminates from the treetops above. You look up to see a large cat creature clinging to one of the trees. Its gray fur is standing on end as it glares down on you. You watch as the skin on its face peels away to reveal the muscle and skull beneath as it growls again. Next to it on a branch are two kittens. The creature stays were it is, but is warning you to back off.
What do you do?
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Aluphira backs up slowly, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.
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While continuing to face the ferocious creature, Verla starts to approach the elven figure ((Aluphira)) walking gently and sideways with no sudden movements.
"Hold. Another who has not fallen to Drendar's madness. Together, we can watch each other's backs, wouldn't you agree?"
Aluphira blinks in faint confusion.
"Er . . .I suppose so? Who are you? Where are we?"
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Cormin backs up as well. Does he have any sense of what this creature is, or possibly used to be? (I'm assuming flat-out no, but if there is a roll, I wouldn't think it would be nature.)
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Roll.a.nature check
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Nature: 11
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Opp backs up as well reaching into his bag, grabbing his spellbook. He casts mage armor on himself.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
The aasimar sees the elf's apprehension and gestures no threat and musters a small smile despite the looming grotesque threat, "Verla is my name. I hail from the remnants of Celestia... What name do you hold?"
Verla looks at the creature just to gauge how likely a threat is...
Insight - 18
You can't discern what type of creature it is. It is nothing you have seen before.
The creature seems defensive of its young, but won't attack unless it is forced to.
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DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"Sorry," Cormin says to it (Speach of Beast and Leaf), hunching a bit to make himself smaller. "I'm not in your territory by choice, and I mean no harm to you and yours." He tilts his head. "Hopefully you can understand me as well as the creatures back home."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
The creature tilts its head at you words and stops growling. She settles down, but keeps a wary eye on the group.
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The dark-skinned elf hesitates, then responds.
"My name is Aluphira. I'm afraid I don't know where or what Celstia is, though."
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I've decided to drop this campaign. My schedule with school and work is just too much. I'm addition, this one is just having a hard time getting started. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused.
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