Faction: The Harpers and Lord's Aliance would be the best fits
Backstory:
Landrae was born to a couple who worked and performed in a travelling troupe, her elven mother a singer and seamstress, her human father a carpenter, illusionist, and lyrist. As the troupe evolved, faces she had known since childhood settled down, and the troupe began to stay in familiar towns for extended periods of time.
Still enraptured by the world, and her wanderlust ever gnawing at her, Landrae said her farewells and set out on her own. She travelled for a few years, roaming far and wide, playing in taverns, or at campfires on the road. Getting by with her looks, her voice, and her music. When staying in a city inn one night, her performance caught the ear of a member of the household staff for the lord of the region. So impressed, the lord was convinced to give the young minstrel an audience, and through that performance was Landrae given a minor patronage. For a month, Landrae toiled to compose a work that would be performed at the Lord's birthday celebrations.
Unbeknownst to our minstrel though, the relatives of the lord sought to play a cruel game and gave Landrae advice of the least favourable sort. Filling her composition with jokes and mistruths about the lord, and convincing her to keep the work secret until it was first performed. The work brought shame and embarrassment to the lord and his minstrel, and not believing that his own family had plotted to make him lose face, he cast out the minstrel and had his guards chase her from his lands.
Cursing herself for a naive fool, Landrae sought a way to escape the shame and vowed never to compose verse or set word to events she had not verified. Her flight from that endeavour led her to the city of Waterdeep, where she flits between taverns plying her trade and seeking an adventure that she can stylise in song or script from her own experience. Hearing that Volothamp Geddarm is staying at the Yawning Portal, she has made her way to the Inn in the hopes that he can aid her.
Race: Elf (using custom lineage, but I can't see how to get the elven accuracy feat on DDB at the moment) Class: Wizard (Bladesinger)
Faction: Lord's Alliance
Backstory:
Andarel put down the last of her student's papers and leant back in her chair, she was so bored of her life. Her tenure at the college had been a wonderful opportunity at the time, and it had been comfortable living for the last few years. She was a research assitant for one of the professors of magical arts, and she herself showed some aptitude for the arts - not anything to brag about but she felt she would have fared well against the majority of students that passed through the halls. Though as each semesters passed and she saw her students move on towards their chosen careers, their safe and stable livelihoods laid out before them.
Andarel was good at her research, and as much as she loved magic and wizardry her heart truly only raced when she imagined herself in her favourite tales - sword and sorcery, the sorts that bards would sing about in taverns with heroes saving the day and vile monsters trying to kill them. Her friends were often co-erced with the offer of a free round to join her at one or another of the local inns when Andarel had heard that there was a bard of any renown performing. To be honest it was one of the few times that she got away from the college grounds, and that only made the whimsical dreams all the more alluring to her.
Andarel loved the thought of being one of the figures in those stories so much that when she had heard of the college's fencing club, she had spilled her ink vial all over her robes and the text she was copying out, and had needed to delay her investigation whilst she cleared her mess up. She had signed up that day and had never regretted it, despite the regular bruises that she had come away with in her first visits. Very little got her blood flowing like the parry and riposte on the dueling runway, in fact, she could only remeber one other moment in her life that she had felt so alive...
She thought back to that night with mixed emotions, she and her friends had been out to see some over-rated instel who had only been entertaining by laughing at them, rather than with them. The poor performance had led to a few more tankards than normal and though most of her friends had left earlier in the evening, Andarel and her best friend Gueilia had found themselves drinking until the barkeep had closed up and ushered all the patrons out into the streets. They had been halfway back to the college and a cozy bed before they had noticed a couple of the other patrons still behind them, a couple of drunken louts by their stagger but the stagger seemed to become a little more lurching as they started to close the distance to the two girls. The memories flew through Andarel's mind, starting to run and dragging Gueilia by the arm, turning down a sidestreet, crashing into poorly stacked barrels sending herself sprawling onto the cobbled floor, the crash and splinter of teh barrels signalling to their pursuers. The men had caught up and had a lecherous look about them, feeling around, Andarel's hand closed on a thin piece of wood that must have broken away when the barrels broke. She had struck one of the men in the face and landed the splintered point of her weapon in the thigh of the other without so much as a conscious thought. Gueilia had her up and running before recognition set in, and they had only stopped when the campus as in sight.
Andarel remembered the rush she felt with that memory, the fear of the unknown and the exhilaration that came with it as she had fought off two adversaries. Gueilia had been in awe of her for weeks after, and the tale had changed as they told, re-told, and eventually laughed about it with thier friends. Everyone else had left that memory n the past now, except Andarel. Smiling to herself as she looked at her calendar, Volothamp Geddarm was supposedly in Waterdeep again, staying at the Yawning Portal and Andarel had made plans to go see him just as soon as she could...
Recruitment is closed. Thank you to everyone who submitted. As cliche as it is to say, it wasn't easy picking from such great applications. I'll be sending out messages to the selected characters shortly. If you weren't picked, keep your character and use them in a future game or Adventurers League.
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Ability scores: 15 15 15 10 16 16
I'd be up for playing, and ave never run this adventure before. I'd like to submit either:
Landrae - a charismatic lass who really brings out he best in people
https://ddb.ac/characters/13642398/dNjRXM
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Bard (College of Lore)
Faction: The Harpers and Lord's Aliance would be the best fits
Backstory:
Landrae was born to a couple who worked and performed in a travelling troupe, her elven mother a singer and seamstress, her human father a carpenter, illusionist, and lyrist. As the troupe evolved, faces she had known since childhood settled down, and the troupe began to stay in familiar towns for extended periods of time.
Still enraptured by the world, and her wanderlust ever gnawing at her, Landrae said her farewells and set out on her own. She travelled for a few years, roaming far and wide, playing in taverns, or at campfires on the road. Getting by with her looks, her voice, and her music. When staying in a city inn one night, her performance caught the ear of a member of the household staff for the lord of the region. So impressed, the lord was convinced to give the young minstrel an audience, and through that performance was Landrae given a minor patronage. For a month, Landrae toiled to compose a work that would be performed at the Lord's birthday celebrations.
Unbeknownst to our minstrel though, the relatives of the lord sought to play a cruel game and gave Landrae advice of the least favourable sort. Filling her composition with jokes and mistruths about the lord, and convincing her to keep the work secret until it was first performed. The work brought shame and embarrassment to the lord and his minstrel, and not believing that his own family had plotted to make him lose face, he cast out the minstrel and had his guards chase her from his lands.
Cursing herself for a naive fool, Landrae sought a way to escape the shame and vowed never to compose verse or set word to events she had not verified. Her flight from that endeavour led her to the city of Waterdeep, where she flits between taverns plying her trade and seeking an adventure that she can stylise in song or script from her own experience. Hearing that Volothamp Geddarm is staying at the Yawning Portal, she has made her way to the Inn in the hopes that he can aid her.
or
Andarel - a scholar who thirsts for excitement
https://ddb.ac/characters/43686475/7WXw0F
Race: Elf (using custom lineage, but I can't see how to get the elven accuracy feat on DDB at the moment)
Class: Wizard (Bladesinger)
Faction: Lord's Alliance
Backstory:
Andarel put down the last of her student's papers and leant back in her chair, she was so bored of her life. Her tenure at the college had been a wonderful opportunity at the time, and it had been comfortable living for the last few years. She was a research assitant for one of the professors of magical arts, and she herself showed some aptitude for the arts - not anything to brag about but she felt she would have fared well against the majority of students that passed through the halls. Though as each semesters passed and she saw her students move on towards their chosen careers, their safe and stable livelihoods laid out before them.
Andarel was good at her research, and as much as she loved magic and wizardry her heart truly only raced when she imagined herself in her favourite tales - sword and sorcery, the sorts that bards would sing about in taverns with heroes saving the day and vile monsters trying to kill them. Her friends were often co-erced with the offer of a free round to join her at one or another of the local inns when Andarel had heard that there was a bard of any renown performing. To be honest it was one of the few times that she got away from the college grounds, and that only made the whimsical dreams all the more alluring to her.
Andarel loved the thought of being one of the figures in those stories so much that when she had heard of the college's fencing club, she had spilled her ink vial all over her robes and the text she was copying out, and had needed to delay her investigation whilst she cleared her mess up. She had signed up that day and had never regretted it, despite the regular bruises that she had come away with in her first visits. Very little got her blood flowing like the parry and riposte on the dueling runway, in fact, she could only remeber one other moment in her life that she had felt so alive...
She thought back to that night with mixed emotions, she and her friends had been out to see some over-rated instel who had only been entertaining by laughing at them, rather than with them. The poor performance had led to a few more tankards than normal and though most of her friends had left earlier in the evening, Andarel and her best friend Gueilia had found themselves drinking until the barkeep had closed up and ushered all the patrons out into the streets. They had been halfway back to the college and a cozy bed before they had noticed a couple of the other patrons still behind them, a couple of drunken louts by their stagger but the stagger seemed to become a little more lurching as they started to close the distance to the two girls. The memories flew through Andarel's mind, starting to run and dragging Gueilia by the arm, turning down a sidestreet, crashing into poorly stacked barrels sending herself sprawling onto the cobbled floor, the crash and splinter of teh barrels signalling to their pursuers. The men had caught up and had a lecherous look about them, feeling around, Andarel's hand closed on a thin piece of wood that must have broken away when the barrels broke. She had struck one of the men in the face and landed the splintered point of her weapon in the thigh of the other without so much as a conscious thought. Gueilia had her up and running before recognition set in, and they had only stopped when the campus as in sight.
Andarel remembered the rush she felt with that memory, the fear of the unknown and the exhilaration that came with it as she had fought off two adversaries. Gueilia had been in awe of her for weeks after, and the tale had changed as they told, re-told, and eventually laughed about it with thier friends. Everyone else had left that memory n the past now, except Andarel. Smiling to herself as she looked at her calendar, Volothamp Geddarm was supposedly in Waterdeep again, staying at the Yawning Portal and Andarel had made plans to go see him just as soon as she could...
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
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Recruitment is closed. Thank you to everyone who submitted. As cliche as it is to say, it wasn't easy picking from such great applications. I'll be sending out messages to the selected characters shortly. If you weren't picked, keep your character and use them in a future game or Adventurers League.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Well enjoy your campaign all.