Backstory: Adel was hired to kill a man named Alex Winters, turns out Alex Winters was also hired to kill Adel, by the same person. The two formed a friendship shortly after killing their employer and worked together for a while. As time progressed though Adel and Alex has more arguments to the point of disbanding. Adel now alone has accepted work to defend Aurelia as a mercenary. (More detailed backstory featured on my character sheet).
Backstory: Adrian was an orphan who was chosen to be used as an experimental test of the Hunter’s Bane her people had heard of from texts. Her parents being driven to madness by fiends and killed by the guard motivated her to not give up during the rituals and gain the power they gave her for revenge. She now seeks out any and all evil beings to vanquish them and rid the world of those that would doom others to the same fate as her parents. She came to the city to find any information she could about fiends or the like and was offered the job of mercenary due to the impending battle. She accepted as it would serve a good testing ground for her new abilities
Stats: Standard Array (used this before you adjusted your post above, but happy with it.
Race/Class: Halfling Warlock
Background: Anthropologist
Backstory:
Ereina has travelled for many years studying cultures and learning about the world. In her research, she stumbled across texts written in unusual languages that intrigued her. Simply holding the texts drew her every thought toward them. After several decades she learnt enough of the language to understand the texts, it was her that she first encountered the hexblade.
Ereina has continued to travel, developing her skill and her bond. Others she has encountered have sometimes shunned her for her power, fearing that the entity to which she was connected would spread death, however, Ereina has always sought to protect those around her.
Her travels have led her to Aurelia, where her skills were recognized and she was recruited to stand against the oncoming tide of Yuan-Ti. Ereina also believed that this would be a great opportunity to study the military capabilities of another great civilization, even if it was from the other end of a sword.
I love the idea of being so curious that you would put your life in danger. I’ll send you the campaign link.
Thanks. Joined. I think it is more the optimist side of her. If I have to fight, at least I also get to learn about how their society conducts warfare.
Backstory: As a young fire genasi, Arson had to steal and scrounge what she could off of the streets of Aurelia. One day, she attempted a daring theft of an important noble. The city guard chased her through the alleys, and even with her superior knowledge of the maze, the guards numbers and experience won out. Eventually, she was caught, but instead of being thrown in jail, the city guard offered her a position in it. After a time of working in the watch, she heard news of the invasion and volunteered.
Name: Father Cadfrey Race: Human Class: Cleric (War) Background: Soldier Backstory: Among the holy archives are the records of the First Great Invasion. Tales of valor, destruction, and heroism are told among these texts. Cadfrey, as a young priest would pour over them constantly. Now the Second Great Invasion is upon the kingdom and older Cadfrey can not stand idly by and watch, he must act. He plans to chronicle this invasion as the war priests of old had, from the front lines.
Leomyar was a renowned solider for the flaming fist, his confirmed kill record was by far one of the best in the mercenary operation, he was later picked up by a rich investor offering him a rich lifestyle as a gladiator, with his love for a good fight and money he agreed and soon became a champion fighter with a bad reputation for making enemies, normally he wouldn’t care because a fights a fight at the end of the day. However when his wife and child, Kassmer and Blight died tragically at corrupt city watch hands, his whole world was turned upside down, suddenly he lost the heart for a fight and all the money and fame in the world couldn’t fill his void. So he ended his career and became a jaded bartender of the three eyed crow tavern (which was a tavern for mercenaries and criminals alike), keeping his ear to the ground in hopes he would one day hear of a lead on the grapevine as he is desperate for vengeance, finally he ended up discovering a lead from the berserker isles, temporarily leaving his tavern he travelled across from the country of Shale to the isle where he deliberately sort out Sergeant Galius as he is suspicious he may hold another clue on who killed his family.
Gideon the Hammer, as his squadmates always called him, watched the Orcs approach. A newly minted corporal—a burden I never wanted—the timing of the ambush was up to him. They were almost in position. Just a little more.
Now!
“Attack!” He bellowed, charging down the hill at the large body of orcs. “For the honor of Aurelia! Forward the warriors!” The orcs, nearly 200 hundred strong turned to face the charging dwarf…and his squad of 10 warriors…and the other 10 squads charging at them. Seeing the puny force, half the size of their own company, the orcs roared their own defiance and charged. Which was the precise moment the 50 archers and crossbowmen on the other side stood and loosed at the backs of the green-skinned devils. Shock rippled through their ranks and their counter-charge faltered, slowed by confusion and loss. As per his instructions, the archers had done their jobs well and most of the higher ranking orcs where at least injured and many were down.
The orcs still outnumbered Gideon’s force but any cohesion they’d had was lost and some turned to attack the archers and some continued on to fight Gideon’s charging forces and the uncoordinated response only added to the confusion. Then the charging dwarves and humans and elves slammed into the enemy and began to hew them down.
“Hoy! Gideon! Well done!” laughed Arrcas, a tall elf-warrior and dear friend, as he jammed his spear through the belly of an orc. Whipping it out, he spun to find a new foe…and his face froze as he looked back down the shallow vale. At least another hundred orcs were pouring up the vale. The archers were loosing on them but most of the shafts found shields and the return fire for the orc archers was dropping the attackers. Arrcas shouted and pointed them to Gideon, but he’d seen them.
“Damn it! Morr’s company was supposed to engage that band!” Even as he watched, the new come foe plowed into his soldiers and began killing them. “Retreat!”Gideon roared “Retreat!” He hated calling the retreat but there was no option. A glance told him half the archers were at least wounded and were already pulling back and without their support his force couldn’t hope to survive. The bugler heard the call and began sounding the retreat, but Gideon could see his soldiers would be hard pressed. More than half of the original group of orcs was down but there were just too many of the fiends now. There was only one thing to do.
“Hammer Squad! To me!” The members of his squad fought to his side. There were only 9 of them left but a few stranglers joined them. “We need to give the rest a chance to withdraw,” he said, smashing down another orc. “We charge the newcomers and we can slow them down.” He was proud to see only grim agreement in them…and a certain twinkle in Arrcas’ eyes.
“Forward the Hammers! For the honor of Aurelia!” A moment later, they struck the bunched orcs, halting their advance. Gideon could never remember much of that fight, though he did recall the moment when Arrcas fell, an orc’s axe deep in his side. He remembered the pride as his friend pulled his dagger and rammed into his killer’s neck, taking him down. He did not remember the blow to his own head and the darkness which followed.
When he woke later in the field hospital, head bandaged, broken arm in a sling, waiting for his turn at healing, he did remember crying, when he was alone, at the many soldiers of his command who’d died. He sat stone-faced through the inquest which placed the blame of the failed attack squarely on his shoulders but knew from the shame on the faces of his judges that none of them believed it but what else could you expect when Morr, who’s tardy arrival at the battle was the reason the ambush failed, was the son of the regimental commander. He supposed he should have been grateful he wasn’t cashiered out, just re-assigned to a rear position without hope of advancement or honor. He’d retired as soon as he could
But that was 2 years ago and not the reason Captain Kylwyn was in his room at the Hoping Horse. “We need you, Gideon. We need everyone. The Yuan-ti will be in days…maybe just a few days.” Gideon started to shake his head, but Kylwyn continued, “You were screwed over and no mistake but that was not the city’s fault or the people in it. Tell me you don’t love both and I will leave now." Gideon opened his mouth but couldn’t force the lie out. Kylwyn nodded. “I know you’ve maintained your skills, are an adventurer now. I’ll leave word at Post 7. We’ll need you on the walls, old friend. If you’re coming, be there tomorrow at dawn.” The Captain nodded his respect and left. After a moment, Gideon pulled out his gear and began to check it over. He couldn’t care less about the city’s leaders but Kylwyn was right. He would die for the city and her people…and probably would.
Then I’m interested, just let me fill out the form and I’m in
she / they
where is the link my friend?
I resent it. See if you have it now.
Name: Adel Flameheart
Race: Variant Human
Class: Monk
Background: Mercenary Veteran
Backstory: Adel was hired to kill a man named Alex Winters, turns out Alex Winters was also hired to kill Adel, by the same person. The two formed a friendship shortly after killing their employer and worked together for a while. As time progressed though Adel and Alex has more arguments to the point of disbanding. Adel now alone has accepted work to defend Aurelia as a mercenary. (More detailed backstory featured on my character sheet).
Character Sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/36808076/4Dwdov
Other: Since I don't own the books on this website, I put what I couldn't add onto other in notes.
Dreadlockdrums from Reddit
Name: Adrian Greycastle
Race: Elf
Class: Blood Hunter
Background: Urban Bounty Hunter
Backstory: Adrian was an orphan who was chosen to be used as an experimental test of the Hunter’s Bane her people had heard of from texts. Her parents being driven to madness by fiends and killed by the guard motivated her to not give up during the rituals and gain the power they gave her for revenge. She now seeks out any and all evil beings to vanquish them and rid the world of those that would doom others to the same fate as her parents. She came to the city to find any information she could about fiends or the like and was offered the job of mercenary due to the impending battle. She accepted as it would serve a good testing ground for her new abilities
Thanks. Joined. I think it is more the optimist side of her. If I have to fight, at least I also get to learn about how their society conducts warfare.
Name: Arson
Stats: Point buy
Race/Class: Fire Genasi Paladin
Background: Criminal
Backstory: As a young fire genasi, Arson had to steal and scrounge what she could off of the streets of Aurelia.
One day, she attempted a daring theft of an important noble. The city guard chased her through the alleys, and even with her superior knowledge of the maze, the guards numbers and experience won out. Eventually, she was caught, but instead of being thrown in jail, the city guard offered her a position in it.
After a time of working in the watch, she heard news of the invasion and volunteered.
I will post the link soon.
An Assassin of Random
Will try to post, but I have a busy schedule and have to attend to the real world.(Currently un-unavailable, whatever that means...)
"Whatever it was, it was my sister, not me!"
I play Avalon Farwood, Esthvele, and Anacra in the Tales of the Adventurers Tavern.
*Sheeeeez this is from a long time ago... a lot has changed...*
Name: Father Cadfrey
Race: Human
Class: Cleric (War)
Background: Soldier
Backstory: Among the holy archives are the records of the First Great Invasion. Tales of valor, destruction, and heroism are told among these texts. Cadfrey, as a young priest would pour over them constantly. Now the Second Great Invasion is upon the kingdom and older Cadfrey can not stand idly by and watch, he must act. He plans to chronicle this invasion as the war priests of old had, from the front lines.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/leapingmountain/characters/36801665
Arson: https://ddb.ac/characters/36811745/qb2H6l
An Assassin of Random
Will try to post, but I have a busy schedule and have to attend to the real world.(Currently un-unavailable, whatever that means...)
"Whatever it was, it was my sister, not me!"
I play Avalon Farwood, Esthvele, and Anacra in the Tales of the Adventurers Tavern.
*Sheeeeez this is from a long time ago... a lot has changed...*
Name: Leomyar
Stats: Point buy
Race/Class: Dragonic Fighter
Background: Solider turned Haunted One
Backstory:
Leomyar was a renowned solider for the flaming fist, his confirmed kill record was by far one of the best in the mercenary operation, he was later picked up by a rich investor offering him a rich lifestyle as a gladiator, with his love for a good fight and money he agreed and soon became a champion fighter with a bad reputation for making enemies, normally he wouldn’t care because a fights a fight at the end of the day. However when his wife and child, Kassmer and Blight died tragically at corrupt city watch hands, his whole world was turned upside down, suddenly he lost the heart for a fight and all the money and fame in the world couldn’t fill his void. So he ended his career and became a jaded bartender of the three eyed crow tavern (which was a tavern for mercenaries and criminals alike), keeping his ear to the ground in hopes he would one day hear of a lead on the grapevine as he is desperate for vengeance, finally he ended up discovering a lead from the berserker isles, temporarily leaving his tavern he travelled across from the country of Shale to the isle where he deliberately sort out Sergeant Galius as he is suspicious he may hold another clue on who killed his family.
Character Sheet; https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/BriennetheBarbarian/characters/36811977
she / they
Hello everyone! Thanks for all the inerest and the posts. I've invited the last person and the campaign is now full. Thank you again.
Hello, I reopened recruitment as someone left rather randomly upon commencement.
Hi! Does this mean that will have to resend our characters or is it first come first serve?
she / they
Name: Gideon the Hammer
Background: Soldier
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Fighter, Defense specialist
Backstory:
Gideon the Hammer, as his squadmates always called him, watched the Orcs approach. A newly minted corporal—a burden I never wanted—the timing of the ambush was up to him. They were almost in position. Just a little more.
Now!
“Attack!” He bellowed, charging down the hill at the large body of orcs. “For the honor of Aurelia! Forward the warriors!” The orcs, nearly 200 hundred strong turned to face the charging dwarf…and his squad of 10 warriors…and the other 10 squads charging at them. Seeing the puny force, half the size of their own company, the orcs roared their own defiance and charged. Which was the precise moment the 50 archers and crossbowmen on the other side stood and loosed at the backs of the green-skinned devils. Shock rippled through their ranks and their counter-charge faltered, slowed by confusion and loss. As per his instructions, the archers had done their jobs well and most of the higher ranking orcs where at least injured and many were down.
The orcs still outnumbered Gideon’s force but any cohesion they’d had was lost and some turned to attack the archers and some continued on to fight Gideon’s charging forces and the uncoordinated response only added to the confusion. Then the charging dwarves and humans and elves slammed into the enemy and began to hew them down.
“Hoy! Gideon! Well done!” laughed Arrcas, a tall elf-warrior and dear friend, as he jammed his spear through the belly of an orc. Whipping it out, he spun to find a new foe…and his face froze as he looked back down the shallow vale. At least another hundred orcs were pouring up the vale. The archers were loosing on them but most of the shafts found shields and the return fire for the orc archers was dropping the attackers. Arrcas shouted and pointed them to Gideon, but he’d seen them.
“Damn it! Morr’s company was supposed to engage that band!” Even as he watched, the new come foe plowed into his soldiers and began killing them. “Retreat!”Gideon roared “Retreat!” He hated calling the retreat but there was no option. A glance told him half the archers were at least wounded and were already pulling back and without their support his force couldn’t hope to survive. The bugler heard the call and began sounding the retreat, but Gideon could see his soldiers would be hard pressed. More than half of the original group of orcs was down but there were just too many of the fiends now. There was only one thing to do.
“Hammer Squad! To me!” The members of his squad fought to his side. There were only 9 of them left but a few stranglers joined them. “We need to give the rest a chance to withdraw,” he said, smashing down another orc. “We charge the newcomers and we can slow them down.” He was proud to see only grim agreement in them…and a certain twinkle in Arrcas’ eyes.
“Forward the Hammers! For the honor of Aurelia!” A moment later, they struck the bunched orcs, halting their advance. Gideon could never remember much of that fight, though he did recall the moment when Arrcas fell, an orc’s axe deep in his side. He remembered the pride as his friend pulled his dagger and rammed into his killer’s neck, taking him down. He did not remember the blow to his own head and the darkness which followed.
When he woke later in the field hospital, head bandaged, broken arm in a sling, waiting for his turn at healing, he did remember crying, when he was alone, at the many soldiers of his command who’d died. He sat stone-faced through the inquest which placed the blame of the failed attack squarely on his shoulders but knew from the shame on the faces of his judges that none of them believed it but what else could you expect when Morr, who’s tardy arrival at the battle was the reason the ambush failed, was the son of the regimental commander. He supposed he should have been grateful he wasn’t cashiered out, just re-assigned to a rear position without hope of advancement or honor. He’d retired as soon as he could
But that was 2 years ago and not the reason Captain Kylwyn was in his room at the Hoping Horse. “We need you, Gideon. We need everyone. The Yuan-ti will be in days…maybe just a few days.” Gideon started to shake his head, but Kylwyn continued, “You were screwed over and no mistake but that was not the city’s fault or the people in it. Tell me you don’t love both and I will leave now." Gideon opened his mouth but couldn’t force the lie out. Kylwyn nodded. “I know you’ve maintained your skills, are an adventurer now. I’ll leave word at Post 7. We’ll need you on the walls, old friend. If you’re coming, be there tomorrow at dawn.” The Captain nodded his respect and left. After a moment, Gideon pulled out his gear and began to check it over. He couldn’t care less about the city’s leaders but Kylwyn was right. He would die for the city and her people…and probably would.
Character: https://ddb.ac/characters/34160601/wIYCHd
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric