((I did plan to eventually take a couple levels fighter, I think it fits with Kaemgen's story. And in truth, it may make more sense for him to be a fighter first, until the Hexblade comes to life. I'd happily adjust class that way if you think it would help with character make up, campaign story or such... Would be common for a noble's son to have to do at least token service in military... And the Hexblade may only awaken under certain circumstances a couple levels down the way. *shrug*. Don't matter, just giving options. I'm flexible to whatever works.))
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Withdrawn - So in my first round of thinking, I couldn't quite see an interesting character developing. Hence the withdrawal. That annoyed me so with a little more time - I present the following.
May the dice lords be kind....
Name: Plunge
Race: Water Gensai
Class (including subclass if applicable): Tempest Cleric
Ability scores: 141610121616
Original rolls were: 14 14 13 13 12 12. I will use those as the post keeps rerolling whenever I edit.
Background: Far traveller
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Plunge had travelled from the Great Sea to the north (??). Wandering, lost and looking for purpose. He had no recollection of his parents, nor where he came from. He was shunned at the smaller villages due to his peculiar look. The larger cities offered a small amount of acceptance though. It was here that he first met the young sorceress Hazel. She was calling forth a storm to fight back a swarm of locust. Her power amazed the lost Gensai.
He approached the young woman after her work was done and questioned if she could train him in the art of controlling the weather. "I can feel an innate magic within you, but my powers come from within me. Perhaps if you seek guidance from the gods..." She offered only advice. For weeks he prayed to Eldath. Much to his surprise the goddess granted him her favour and with that the divine power he sought. Delighted and ever greatful he sought out Hazel once more. This time to thank her and offer his service, however small it may be, in thanks for her belief in him.
I don't have a set date to end recruitment yet - I'm basing it on when I feel like I have a solid party in place - but I'm planning on keeping it open at least another day or two.
I don't have a set date to end recruitment yet - I'm basing it on when I feel like I have a solid party in place - but I'm planning on keeping it open at least another day or two.
Name: Hrothbert Neruca Race: Human Class (including subclass if applicable): Paladin (soldier) Ability Scores: 10 16 12 17 11 12 Background: Former soldier from a lower class family. I was a strong leader amongst my cohort and had climbed through the ranks (rank determined by the DM, Though I don't see a rank higher than captain as I was still on the front lines) through my honesty, integrity, and fierce acts in battle. During this time there was a major incident which cost me my subordinates and closest friends. This incident has left me standoffish and reserved. I fear the details being made known to others as well as developing close friends only to lose them again. I will fight unwavering when one in my care or a friend is in danger. Alignment: Chaotic Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Upon return from the disastrous campaign I was gravely injured and on the brink of exhaustion, I came upon a heated battle just outside the camp. In the midst of a large group of enemy soldiers stood a single Woman. from her fingers rolled devastating lightning piercing through enemy after enemy, from her palms rolled wave after wave of Thunder pushing back others in all directions save one, her back, open to attack as the dishonorable creatures encircled her position. I raced into the area knocking aside every creature I could to keep her from falling to such a mindless and unworthy attacker. After driving my short sword through the nearest threat i pulled my Warhammer and began to swing wildly, striking shield, body, bone, skull, and helmet. Allowing the momentum of each swing to carry into the next. The Storm Sorceress at my Back was breathing heavy and weary but fought on while we both held off the remnants of the enemy form entering the camp. We fought on, Her in desperation to remain alive, Me in a chaotic fury to avenge those friends who had fallen only hours before to a traitors devices. As this went on the soldiers in the camp managed to rally enough men from the medics and other areas of battle to finally push back the enemy from our position. The two of us, finally able to breath and relax, fell to the grounds exhausted. The Sorceress looked of to me and said "I owe you my thanks dear friend, I am Hazel Domine, Storm Sorceress. By what name should I Call you?" I looked at her tears welling up in my eyes at the word "Friend". "Hrothbert Neruca My Good Lady" Tears rolling down my cheeks as I fought back the grief fighting against my manners. " Paladin in training......." At this point I stopped as I could not trust my voice to continue.
As the days went on Hazel would visit and try to convince me to talk more but I would not speak of my grief, over time she would come and sit not saying a word. This is what finally began to break the wall I was building, trying to keep her out, afraid to gain this "friend" only to lose them again. I told her my story and she did not judge not shun me, just listened while I grieved my loss and regained my strength. We parted way after the war was over, She returned to her home, I retired from the service to pursue my paladin training through knowledge and travel. She was and remains a dear friend, the first I had after loosing all others.
Name: Hrothbert Neruca Race: Human Class (including subclass if applicable): Paladin (soldier) Ability Scores: 10 16 12 17 11 12 Background: Former soldier from a lower class family. I was a strong leader amongst my cohort and had climbed through the ranks (rank determined by the DM, Though I don't see a rank higher than captain as I was still on the front lines) through my honesty, integrity, and fierce acts in battle. During this time there was a major incident which cost me my subordinates and closest friends. This incident has left me standoffish and reserved. I fear the details being made known to others as well as developing close friends only to lose them again. I will fight unwavering when one in my care or a friend is in danger. Alignment: Chaotic Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Upon return from the disastrous campaign I was gravely injured and on the brink of exhaustion, I came upon a heated battle just outside the camp. In the midst of a large group of enemy soldiers stood a single Woman. from her fingers rolled devastating lightning piercing through enemy after enemy, from her palms rolled wave after wave of Thunder pushing back others in all directions save one, her back, open to attack as the dishonorable creatures encircled her position. I raced into the area knocking aside every creature I could to keep her from falling to such a mindless and unworthy attacker. After driving my short sword through the nearest threat i pulled my Warhammer and began to swing wildly, striking shield, body, bone, skull, and helmet. Allowing the momentum of each swing to carry into the next. The Storm Sorceress at my Back was breathing heavy and weary but fought on while we both held off the remnants of the enemy form entering the camp. We fought on, Her in desperation to remain alive, Me in a chaotic fury to avenge those friends who had fallen only hours before to a traitors devices. As this went on the soldiers in the camp managed to rally enough men from the medics and other areas of battle to finally push back the enemy from our position. The two of us, finally able to breath and relax, fell to the grounds exhausted. The Sorceress looked of to me and said "I owe you my thanks dear friend, I am Hazel Domine, Storm Sorceress. By what name should I Call you?" I looked at her tears welling up in my eyes at the word "Friend". "Hrothbert Neruca My Good Lady" Tears rolling down my cheeks as I fought back the grief fighting against my manners. " Paladin in training......." At this point I stopped as I could not trust my voice to continue.
As the days went on Hazel would visit and try to convince me to talk more but I would not speak of my grief, over time she would come and sit not saying a word. This is what finally began to break the wall I was building, trying to keep her out, afraid to gain this "friend" only to lose them again. I told her my story and she did not judge not shun me, just listened while I grieved my loss and regained my strength. We parted way after the war was over, She returned to her home, I retired from the service to pursue my paladin training through knowledge and travel. She was and remains a dear friend, the first I had after loosing all others.
Name: Enora Race: Human Class: Paladin Ability Scores: Ability scores: 91415111212 Background: Folk Hero Alignment: Lawful Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Enora was born in a small town. She always dreamed of being a great hero, like those in the tales of her grandmother. She particularly liked the tales of holy knights, who would swear oaths to the gods so that they could fight evil. Enora sought training with weapons from anyone she could, and dreamed about being a hero. One day, an ogre attacked her village. Seeing people in trouble, Enora prayed to Torm to help her defeat the ogre in exchange for her service as a defender of others. She then attacked the creature. It knocked her aside, and would have killed her, if not for the intervention of a sorceress who had been passing through. The sorceress struck the ogre with a bolt of lightning, and in doing so saved Enora's life. Enora thanked the sorceress and learned that her name was Hazel. In the years since, Enora has dedicated her life to defending others as a paladin. She is thankful to Hazel for saving her, and is very pleased to be called to see her. Timezone: EST Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Loosestrife/characters/44758850
Name: Bearhug Ianric Race: Mechanically Simic Hybrid, appearance wise Goliath with fishy bits Class (including subclass if applicable): Fighter, going Rune Knight at level 3 Ability Scores: Gygax be praised and/or have mercy! 151716161015 Background: Soldier Alignment: Neutral Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel): The life of a Goliath is generally one filled with manual labor, feats of strength and a desire to flex your might over others. Ianric Bearghug Kolae was no exception to this generalization. Earning the nickname Bearhug both from his love of grappling and crushing challengers of all sizes as well as once actually choking out a bear (or so he claims at least), the young Goliath found his strengths to mainly be with his body. So, when hired on as a body guard the Goliath was incredibly confused, enraged and embarrassed to have found himself turned into a squid while a vagabond absconded with his charge. If you were to hear him tell the tale, Ianric spent days, weeks on end as a squid, on the precipice of death's door, not knowing if each squishy gasp might be his last.
In reality he sat on the side of the road for about 15 minutes, beginning to suffer from a lack of oxygen and steadily baking dry in the sun but none the worse for wear otherwise. Whatever force may have guided the events to align, the councilwoman to be Hazel happened upon the suffocating cephalopod. Given that she was both a magic user and hand more than a handful of brain cells to rub together Hazel realized that this was likely someone transmuted into another form, and with her guard up attempted to dispel the magic. What should have been a simple dispel, instead (to someone a bit more learned) the bits of Rune Magic within Ianric's bloodline somehow morphed the transmutation, causing it to only mostly end upon him. And instead standing before her was a Goliath, with tentacle like appendages protruding from his elbows, glossy black eyes, shiny almost wet appearing pale blue skin and a pair of gills which quickly sealed themselves into his neck as Ianric inhaled deeply, ever so glad to be able to breathe once more. Though this new development was startling, all he could think was precisely what he informed Hazel "This. Is AMAZING. You saved my life, AND MADE ME A GRABBY FISH MAN?!" Before the flabbergasted sorceress could gather her wits to say anything logical, the massive squid-man picked her up in a back popping hug, setting her down and nodding happily. "Name's Ianric Bearhug Kolae, ya ever need a big merc to do a job big or small find me and you have yourself a soldier!"
Giddy as he was the Goliath didn't think to actually speak with this woman about the ramifications, consider the consequences or otherwise process the events beyond how amazed he was by this. His tribe feared him to have been cursed and spurned him, the few contacts he had previously were too connected with his tribe to chance it and also turned him away. Rather than be disheartened however, Ianric simply shed his clan name like a snake old skin and struck out into the world to find his purpose. And luckily for the hungry and socially jarring warrior Hazel did indeed somehow track him down and send for him. A quest and a chance to repay.....and maybe actually ask a few questions about......his transformation on the horizon he eagerly rushed to the location he was summoned.
Name: Tharik Murmak Race: Mountain dwarf Class (including subclass if applicable): Fighter Ability Scores: Ability scores: 151418121312 Background: Noble Alignment: Chaotic neutral, edging on good Backstory: Tharik was a farmer of no importance. However, an attack on his farm lead him to beg the help from Hazel. She agreed to give him basic training as a fighter with a master named 'Milin Kuornouh' who ended up abandoning Tharik mere months after he started. He went back to his farm, which he decided to commercialize to get a new master. Though a good 18 coincides he obtained the status of a minor noble, and became known in his community as a fighter that tried to protect the people, without quite becoming a folk hero. At this point he ended up on a quest to fight a monster that couldn't be hit my nonmagical means. This is where he meets the party. Timezone: GMT -6. Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Bluepanther512/characters/44764850
Helper of Create a World thread/Sedge is Chaotic Neutral/ Mega Yahtzee High: 34, Low: 14/I speak English, je me parle le Francais, agus Labhraim beagan Gaeilge
Update: I've decided to close recruitment at midnight PST/9pm EST tomorrow. Final decisions will be made and PMs will be sent on Monday. Given the recent applications for tank characters, I feel like I can definitely make a well-rounded party at this point, so feel free to throw whatever you have into the ring! Thank you to everyone who has applied so far.
Class (including subclass if applicable): Abjuration Wizard (going for a frontline tank build)(I'm gonna take moderately armored at level 4 and with my arcane ward I should be able to frontline real well)
Ability Scores: 15,7,16,16,17,11
Background: Folk Hero
Alignment: LG
Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Vorkaz grew up in a small hobgoblin town. Even when he was young, Vorkaz stood out with his skill with weapons and the arcane. He swiftly climbed his banner's ranks and soon had command of a small group of soldiers. Vorkaz lead his team into a multitude of encounters and always came out on top. His name was soon known through the entire banner as a cunning and skilled leader. His glory days would soon be over as his banner encountered another hobgoblin legion. Greatly outnumbered, his banner was beaten back. They retreated into the mountains and harried the enemy legion, trying to buy time for their leaders to escape. Vorkaz lead one of the harrying squads. Eventually he and his soldiers found themselves cutoff from the rest of the banner. Cornered, they stood their ground until only Vorkaz was left. The enemy legion captured him, seeking knowledge of the location of the main host of his legion. As he sat in chains, awaiting his death, Vorkaz heard fighting outside and saw huge blasts of lighting and magics. A small group of humans were storming the warlord's camp. One of them, a young woman blasted the lock off of his cage. As the humans killed the warlord, Vorkaz knelt before the human who had saved his life. "I owe you a debt of life, anything you would have of me is yours," he offered. Hazel took his hand and raised him up, "Help other and someday I shall call upon your debt." Ever since that day, Vorkaz has traveled, helping those he can. One day, sitting in a tavern after solving a small bandit problem, he received a message calling upon him to fulfill his word, and Vorkaz was nothing without his word.
Timezone: Mountain
Character sheet link: https://ddb.ac/characters/44815524/CdIVED (I'll add equipment later, I was wondering if I can sell some of the starting gear or go with average gold since wizards don't get to start with armor or weapons I get from my race)
This looks awesome, I would love to throw my application into the mix. I have a back story on the back burner, which I will dig up and refine for this adventure. For now, here are my stats Ability scores: 161318151415
(reduced stats 18, 16, 14, 13, 12 12)
Name: Kanan Videris Race: Human Class (including subclass if applicable): Barbarian, but dex based. I have always wanted to try this, and it fits this character so well. Background: Soldier Alignment: Chaotic Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel):
Kanan was born to die. It wouldn't be quick, but it was a given. The small elf tribe he lived in had little in the way of money, and the corrupt Human sorcerer with the power to heal charged an inordinate fee for his services. Their paltry druidic magic could do nothing for the sickness that plagued him. Despite his malady, he lived a stress free life, playing with the birds and small animals in the forest. He didn't have many friends, being one of the only two children in the tribe, and the other being the chieftain's daughter, but he made do. . However, at the age of 20 (still a child for an elf) his condition got worse. He started to hallucinate, and woke from his sleep in a cold sweat. He had visions of fire, and darkness, and tall monsters that destroyed everything in their path. The chieftain's daughter, Rayla, started to visit, and help the healer, and he found himself falling in love. However, not knowing if she returned the sentiment, and not wanting her to fall in love with a dead man, he kept silent.
His illness was worsening. The healer could do nothing, and soon he could not even get out of bed. One year, he seemed to be getting better. He woke up, and found that he could stand, and even walk. The whole town was exuberant, apart from one. The healer told him that this was the end. That his body was now running on fumes, and no longer even had the strength to hallucinate. He had days, if not hours left to live. He didn't tell his family, but he did say goodbye to Rayla, who started to weep. She had no idea about his feelings, but she had grown fond of his witty jokes when she helped the healer. He went to bed with a clear conscience, ready to face the afterlife. Suddenly he awoke in agony. His head felt like someone was beating on it with a sledgehammer. His head always ached to some degree, but this was worse than he had ever been. He saw fire and heard screams. He thought it was a vision, but this time he felt the heat of the flames and heard the voices of the monsters. He ran outside his burning house to see a massacre. A group of human raiders were pillaging the houses, while a mage spewed fire out of his hands. They were cutting down the elderly, and taking the able bodied as slaves. He tried to help fight back, but due to his headache he was quickly overpowered. The mage walked over and sneered at him, while looking at his cronies "Leave him. He's as good as dead" After that, he passed out, and when he awoke, there was nothing left but ashes.
He stumbled to his feet, his headache lessened, but still hurting, and frantically looked through the bodies. He was dismayed to find the half charred bodies of his parents, but relieved that Rayla's body was not there. He spied a trail, left by the pillagers, leading into the woods. Without stopping to think, he started running. He ran for hours without stopping for food or water, his fear giving him speed that he had never felt before. His head pounded with every step, but he could not stop, for if he did, he would never start again. Just as his resolve was wavering, he reached their lair- a cave in a cliff wall. His anger turned to determination as he strode in. Two sentries tried to stop him, and when he made no move to stop, they stabbed at him with their spears. He pulled the tip of one out of his stomach, and slew them both. He advanced through the lair, slaying all who tried to stop him with brutal efficiency. He had no idea how, but he finally made it to the cave. He was bleeding from a dozen different wounds which he ignored, and charged in. He found the mage pouring over a spell book, and strode towards him. The mage looked up and smiled "Im impressed you made it this far. Your determination is astounding" Kanan glared at him "Where are they?" The mage laughed. " I am afraid your too late. They were killed hours ago." Kanan gasped, as all hope left his body. He fell to his knees, his wounds finally taking their toll, and his head pounding once more. "I am truly sorry. If you were healthy, you might have even killed me." The mage raised his hands, and lightning shot from his outstretched fingers and surrounded him. The pain was unimaginable, worse than Kanan had ever felt. It was at this moment he realized something. His whole life, he had been lost. But now...he had a purpose. When things are bad—really bad—then all that’s left is to decide whether to die on your feet or die on your knees. That’s when you become truly free. That’s when you can risk everything, because there’s nothing left to lose and fear has lost its hold on you. He moved one leg, then the other, until he was standing. He would not die on his knees. The mage looked at him in horror, while increasing the power of his spell "No! yo-you cant! I have a family!" Kanan looked him dead in the eyes "So did I." Then he thrust the spear through his heart. As the light left his eyes, Kanan fell to the ground. It was like an old friend at this point. One thought was passing through his mind: You failed. She is gone. You failed everyone. He closed his eyes....And then he awoke. In front of him was a young woman, holding an empty flask. She introduced herself as Hazel, and said that she had been passing through the wood when she heard the commotion. Still suspicious, Kanan asked what was in the bottle. She told him it was a potion of healing, but she had given it to him. Kanan was shocked, as he realized he no-longer felt sick. It was almost as if a weight was lifted, a burden that he had carried his whole life turned to dust. He asked what he could do to repay her, but she just told him he owed her a favour....
Timezone: Eastern Standard, but I am up from 6 till 11-12 and I am able to post most of the day (You know my posting schedule from other campaigns but recently I have been having internet issues and haven't been as active.) Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/GoodBovine/characters/44765368
Bovine.
Not to nitpick but is Kanan a human or an elf? The story is well written, drew me in but left enough out that I would like to learn more. As in: Did Rayla really die, Kanan never saw her body, and what was the sickness that was pestering him, seems strange that the body could not heal it nor druidic magic but a simple health potion? Was his condition because he was a human living amongst elves and therefore a reaction of sorts to the atmosphere or magics within this particular group?
This looks awesome, I would love to throw my application into the mix. I have a back story on the back burner, which I will dig up and refine for this adventure. For now, here are my stats Ability scores: 161318151415
(reduced stats 18, 16, 14, 13, 12 12)
Name: Kanan Videris Race: Human Class (including subclass if applicable): Barbarian, but dex based. I have always wanted to try this, and it fits this character so well. Background: Soldier Alignment: Chaotic Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel):
Kanan was born to die. It wouldn't be quick, but it was a given. The small elf tribe he lived in had little in the way of money, and the corrupt Human sorcerer with the power to heal charged an inordinate fee for his services. Their paltry druidic magic could do nothing for the sickness that plagued him. Despite his malady, he lived a stress free life, playing with the birds and small animals in the forest. He didn't have many friends, being one of the only two children in the tribe, and the other being the chieftain's daughter, but he made do. . However, at the age of 20 (still a child for an elf) his condition got worse. He started to hallucinate, and woke from his sleep in a cold sweat. He had visions of fire, and darkness, and tall monsters that destroyed everything in their path. The chieftain's daughter, Rayla, started to visit, and help the healer, and he found himself falling in love. However, not knowing if she returned the sentiment, and not wanting her to fall in love with a dead man, he kept silent.
His illness was worsening. The healer could do nothing, and soon he could not even get out of bed. One year, he seemed to be getting better. He woke up, and found that he could stand, and even walk. The whole town was exuberant, apart from one. The healer told him that this was the end. That his body was now running on fumes, and no longer even had the strength to hallucinate. He had days, if not hours left to live. He didn't tell his family, but he did say goodbye to Rayla, who started to weep. She had no idea about his feelings, but she had grown fond of his witty jokes when she helped the healer. He went to bed with a clear conscience, ready to face the afterlife. Suddenly he awoke in agony. His head felt like someone was beating on it with a sledgehammer. His head always ached to some degree, but this was worse than he had ever been. He saw fire and heard screams. He thought it was a vision, but this time he felt the heat of the flames and heard the voices of the monsters. He ran outside his burning house to see a massacre. A group of human raiders were pillaging the houses, while a mage spewed fire out of his hands. They were cutting down the elderly, and taking the able bodied as slaves. He tried to help fight back, but due to his headache he was quickly overpowered. The mage walked over and sneered at him, while looking at his cronies "Leave him. He's as good as dead" After that, he passed out, and when he awoke, there was nothing left but ashes.
He stumbled to his feet, his headache lessened, but still hurting, and frantically looked through the bodies. He was dismayed to find the half charred bodies of his parents, but relieved that Rayla's body was not there. He spied a trail, left by the pillagers, leading into the woods. Without stopping to think, he started running. He ran for hours without stopping for food or water, his fear giving him speed that he had never felt before. His head pounded with every step, but he could not stop, for if he did, he would never start again. Just as his resolve was wavering, he reached their lair- a cave in a cliff wall. His anger turned to determination as he strode in. Two sentries tried to stop him, and when he made no move to stop, they stabbed at him with their spears. He pulled the tip of one out of his stomach, and slew them both. He advanced through the lair, slaying all who tried to stop him with brutal efficiency. He had no idea how, but he finally made it to the cave. He was bleeding from a dozen different wounds which he ignored, and charged in. He found the mage pouring over a spell book, and strode towards him. The mage looked up and smiled "Im impressed you made it this far. Your determination is astounding" Kanan glared at him "Where are they?" The mage laughed. " I am afraid your too late. They were killed hours ago." Kanan gasped, as all hope left his body. He fell to his knees, his wounds finally taking their toll, and his head pounding once more. "I am truly sorry. If you were healthy, you might have even killed me." The mage raised his hands, and lightning shot from his outstretched fingers and surrounded him. The pain was unimaginable, worse than Kanan had ever felt. It was at this moment he realized something. His whole life, he had been lost. But now...he had a purpose. When things are bad—really bad—then all that’s left is to decide whether to die on your feet or die on your knees. That’s when you become truly free. That’s when you can risk everything, because there’s nothing left to lose and fear has lost its hold on you. He moved one leg, then the other, until he was standing. He would not die on his knees. The mage looked at him in horror, while increasing the power of his spell "No! yo-you cant! I have a family!" Kanan looked him dead in the eyes "So did I." Then he thrust the spear through his heart. As the light left his eyes, Kanan fell to the ground. It was like an old friend at this point. One thought was passing through his mind: You failed. She is gone. You failed everyone. He closed his eyes....And then he awoke. In front of him was a young woman, holding an empty flask. She introduced herself as Hazel, and said that she had been passing through the wood when she heard the commotion. Still suspicious, Kanan asked what was in the bottle. She told him it was a potion of healing, but she had given it to him. Kanan was shocked, as he realized he no-longer felt sick. It was almost as if a weight was lifted, a burden that he had carried his whole life turned to dust. He asked what he could do to repay her, but she just told him he owed her a favour....
Timezone: Eastern Standard, but I am up from 6 till 11-12 and I am able to post most of the day (You know my posting schedule from other campaigns but recently I have been having internet issues and haven't been as active.) Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/GoodBovine/characters/44765368
Bovine.
Not to nitpick but is Kanan a human or an elf? The story is well written, drew me in but left enough out that I would like to learn more. As in: Did Rayla really die, Kanan never saw her body, and what was the sickness that was pestering him, seems strange that the body could not heal it nor druidic magic but a simple health potion? Was his condition because he was a human living amongst elves and therefore a reaction of sorts to the atmosphere or magics within this particular group?
Again I am very intrigued just curious;
Hrothbert
1, Kanan is an elf, I just forgot to edit the race (He was originally to be a human) 2, Kanan has no idea wether Rayla is dead or not, but believes the mage for now. I have to admit it would be pretty cool if she wasn't, but that would be the DMs decision to make (If I was picked ofc) 3, The sickness was some sort of magical malady but he doesn't know quite what and the healing potion was most likely a potion of vitality but It would seem a little meta (Not to mention odd) for Hazel to tell him that.
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Would love to join! (I didn't realize cutting and pasting would make the dice rolls look manipulated, I would be happy to roll again if needed!)
Name: Sydril
Race: Wood Elf Class: Fighter (Arcane Archer at 3rd level) Ability Scores: 11161091514 Background: Haunted One Alignment: Neutral Good Backstory (including how you met Hazel):
Her mother spread the cloudy, gray oil over Sydril’s body. “I’m so sorry my precious girl.” She looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes. “Mother, I don’t understand, what is going on?” Sydril questioned, her voice shaky and afraid, tears running down her face. She could hear screams coming from the village. “There is no time to explain my love”…she took her daughters hand and folded it around a fine chain with a gemstone pendant. “You must keep this with you Sydril, don’t let it out of your site! When it is safe go to your grandparents, they will take care of you.” She gave Sydril a kiss on her forehead and spread the last of the potion on her daughter’s face. “Wait! Mother, I don’t”…her words were cut off as she was pushed into the ethereal plane. Just after she entered the plane a huge, monstrous creature came around the corner of the building. A revolting beast of death and shadows stalked towards her mother. Sydril screamed but could do nothing but watch. Three ravenous eyes stared at her mother with a malevolent mania, and a roar exploded from its drooling mouth. Billowing smoke, and flowing shadows adorned its lean head. The creature stepped closer her mother, its two legs steadily carry its wicked body with a maniacal energy. A long tail moved behind it. Four ethereal wings extend themselves fully. Shadowy bones, and glowing membranes stretch upward, and side by side. The beast grabbed Sydril’s mother by the throat, lifting her into the air. Her mother grabbed the scaly hand, gasping for breath. The creature leaned in close and spoke to her mother but Sydril couldn’t make out what it was saying. Terror and loathing played across her mother’s face in equal measure. She spat words back at the creature, her eyes burning with hatred. The demon roared in her face and Sydril watched in horror as the creature lifted her mother and punched his claws into her middle. Her mother’s eye went wide, she coughed a couple of times and her head lolled forward, lifeless. The creature tossed her mother’s body to side and strode off. As Sydril moved towards her mother’s lifeless body she looked across the rest of the village. There are demons everywhere, bodies everywhere, so much blood, so much pain…
When Sydril awoke she was lying on the ground next to her mother’s body, back in the material plane. The demons were gone but the smell of sulfur, smoke and blood was strong in the air, the stench causing her to cough and her eyes to water. She felt someone hold her head and put a water skin to her mouth, she drink thirstily but choked on the liquid. "Slow down, drink slower." A female voice said quietly. She pushed to a sitting position and saw a human woman.
Hazel helped Sydril to her feet and they headed in the direction of the closet elven village. Hours later they reached their destination. Sydril stumbled into the village with a vacant look on her face, soot, blood and dirt on her clothing. She turned to Hazel. "Thank you, you saved my life. I couldn't have made it here without you."...barely getting the last words out as she fell unconscious. She was taken to her grandparents, but they could get nothing out of her, she would not speak, would not acknowledge anyone. She spent three months in a semi catatonic state. When she did finally come back to the living world she refused to speak about what happened at the village. She was forever changed. Before, she was a bright, vivacious girl who loved to be around people. She was happy, without care. Now she is haunted by the events from her past and prefers to keep to herself. She uses poetry and archery to keep the horrors at bay. She has found that helping others with their problems helps her find balance and some temporary peace. She feels that leaving her homeland and traveling may help her as well.
Timezone: MST Character sheet link: ddb.ac/characters/44829464/1AaDiB
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((I did plan to eventually take a couple levels fighter, I think it fits with Kaemgen's story. And in truth, it may make more sense for him to be a fighter first, until the Hexblade comes to life. I'd happily adjust class that way if you think it would help with character make up, campaign story or such... Would be common for a noble's son to have to do at least token service in military... And the Hexblade may only awaken under certain circumstances a couple levels down the way. *shrug*. Don't matter, just giving options. I'm flexible to whatever works.))
Barkas can lay some smackdown with his shillelagh! He's a tough little druid...
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Withdrawn- So in my first round of thinking, I couldn't quite see an interesting character developing. Hence the withdrawal. That annoyed me so with a little more time - I present the following.May the dice lords be kind....
Name: Plunge
Race: Water Gensai
Class (including subclass if applicable): Tempest Cleric
Ability scores: 14 16 10 12 16 16
Original rolls were: 14 14 13 13 12 12. I will use those as the post keeps rerolling whenever I edit.
Background: Far traveller
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Plunge had travelled from the Great Sea to the north (??). Wandering, lost and looking for purpose. He had no recollection of his parents, nor where he came from. He was shunned at the smaller villages due to his peculiar look. The larger cities offered a small amount of acceptance though. It was here that he first met the young sorceress Hazel. She was calling forth a storm to fight back a swarm of locust. Her power amazed the lost Gensai.
He approached the young woman after her work was done and questioned if she could train him in the art of controlling the weather. "I can feel an innate magic within you, but my powers come from within me. Perhaps if you seek guidance from the gods..." She offered only advice. For weeks he prayed to Eldath. Much to his surprise the goddess granted him her favour and with that the divine power he sought. Delighted and ever greatful he sought out Hazel once more. This time to thank her and offer his service, however small it may be, in thanks for her belief in him.
Timezone: GMT+11
Character sheet link: Here
When will recruitment end?
It is weird to see Kane again....
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
I don't have a set date to end recruitment yet - I'm basing it on when I feel like I have a solid party in place - but I'm planning on keeping it open at least another day or two.
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
He’s my first and favorite DND character. I use him all the time.
Okay. Sounds good!
Name: Hrothbert Neruca
Race: Human
Class (including subclass if applicable): Paladin (soldier)
Ability Scores: 10 16 12 17 11 12
Background: Former soldier from a lower class family. I was a strong leader amongst my cohort and had climbed through the ranks (rank determined by the DM, Though I don't see a rank higher than captain as I was still on the front lines) through my honesty, integrity, and fierce acts in battle. During this time there was a major incident which cost me my subordinates and closest friends. This incident has left me standoffish and reserved. I fear the details being made known to others as well as developing close friends only to lose them again. I will fight unwavering when one in my care or a friend is in danger.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Upon return from the disastrous campaign I was gravely injured and on the brink of exhaustion, I came upon a heated battle just outside the camp. In the midst of a large group of enemy soldiers stood a single Woman. from her fingers rolled devastating lightning piercing through enemy after enemy, from her palms rolled wave after wave of Thunder pushing back others in all directions save one, her back, open to attack as the dishonorable creatures encircled her position. I raced into the area knocking aside every creature I could to keep her from falling to such a mindless and unworthy attacker. After driving my short sword through the nearest threat i pulled my Warhammer and began to swing wildly, striking shield, body, bone, skull, and helmet. Allowing the momentum of each swing to carry into the next. The Storm Sorceress at my Back was breathing heavy and weary but fought on while we both held off the remnants of the enemy form entering the camp. We fought on, Her in desperation to remain alive, Me in a chaotic fury to avenge those friends who had fallen only hours before to a traitors devices. As this went on the soldiers in the camp managed to rally enough men from the medics and other areas of battle to finally push back the enemy from our position. The two of us, finally able to breath and relax, fell to the grounds exhausted. The Sorceress looked of to me and said "I owe you my thanks dear friend, I am Hazel Domine, Storm Sorceress. By what name should I Call you?" I looked at her tears welling up in my eyes at the word "Friend". "Hrothbert Neruca My Good Lady" Tears rolling down my cheeks as I fought back the grief fighting against my manners. " Paladin in training......." At this point I stopped as I could not trust my voice to continue.
As the days went on Hazel would visit and try to convince me to talk more but I would not speak of my grief, over time she would come and sit not saying a word. This is what finally began to break the wall I was building, trying to keep her out, afraid to gain this "friend" only to lose them again. I told her my story and she did not judge not shun me, just listened while I grieved my loss and regained my strength. We parted way after the war was over, She returned to her home, I retired from the service to pursue my paladin training through knowledge and travel. She was and remains a dear friend, the first I had after loosing all others.
Timezone: UTC-7 (MST)
Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Hrothbert_Neruca/characters/44739792
Loyalty Begets Honour
Hey, great application. We’ve been needing a tank.
Thanks I realized I forgot the timezone fixed now.
Loyalty Begets Honour
Name: Enora
Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Ability Scores: Ability scores: 9 14 15 11 12 12
Background: Folk Hero
Alignment: Lawful Good
Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Enora was born in a small town. She always dreamed of being a great hero, like those in the tales of her grandmother. She particularly liked the tales of holy knights, who would swear oaths to the gods so that they could fight evil. Enora sought training with weapons from anyone she could, and dreamed about being a hero. One day, an ogre attacked her village. Seeing people in trouble, Enora prayed to Torm to help her defeat the ogre in exchange for her service as a defender of others. She then attacked the creature. It knocked her aside, and would have killed her, if not for the intervention of a sorceress who had been passing through. The sorceress struck the ogre with a bolt of lightning, and in doing so saved Enora's life. Enora thanked the sorceress and learned that her name was Hazel. In the years since, Enora has dedicated her life to defending others as a paladin. She is thankful to Hazel for saving her, and is very pleased to be called to see her.
Timezone: EST
Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Loosestrife/characters/44758850
Name: Bearhug Ianric
Race: Mechanically Simic Hybrid, appearance wise Goliath with fishy bits
Class (including subclass if applicable): Fighter, going Rune Knight at level 3
Ability Scores: Gygax be praised and/or have mercy! 15 17 16 16 10 15
Background: Soldier
Alignment: Neutral Good
Backstory (including how you met Hazel):
The life of a Goliath is generally one filled with manual labor, feats of strength and a desire to flex your might over others. Ianric Bearghug Kolae was no exception to this generalization. Earning the nickname Bearhug both from his love of grappling and crushing challengers of all sizes as well as once actually choking out a bear (or so he claims at least), the young Goliath found his strengths to mainly be with his body. So, when hired on as a body guard the Goliath was incredibly confused, enraged and embarrassed to have found himself turned into a squid while a vagabond absconded with his charge. If you were to hear him tell the tale, Ianric spent days, weeks on end as a squid, on the precipice of death's door, not knowing if each squishy gasp might be his last.
In reality he sat on the side of the road for about 15 minutes, beginning to suffer from a lack of oxygen and steadily baking dry in the sun but none the worse for wear otherwise. Whatever force may have guided the events to align, the councilwoman to be Hazel happened upon the suffocating cephalopod. Given that she was both a magic user and hand more than a handful of brain cells to rub together Hazel realized that this was likely someone transmuted into another form, and with her guard up attempted to dispel the magic. What should have been a simple dispel, instead (to someone a bit more learned) the bits of Rune Magic within Ianric's bloodline somehow morphed the transmutation, causing it to only mostly end upon him. And instead standing before her was a Goliath, with tentacle like appendages protruding from his elbows, glossy black eyes, shiny almost wet appearing pale blue skin and a pair of gills which quickly sealed themselves into his neck as Ianric inhaled deeply, ever so glad to be able to breathe once more. Though this new development was startling, all he could think was precisely what he informed Hazel "This. Is AMAZING. You saved my life, AND MADE ME A GRABBY FISH MAN?!" Before the flabbergasted sorceress could gather her wits to say anything logical, the massive squid-man picked her up in a back popping hug, setting her down and nodding happily. "Name's Ianric Bearhug Kolae, ya ever need a big merc to do a job big or small find me and you have yourself a soldier!"
Giddy as he was the Goliath didn't think to actually speak with this woman about the ramifications, consider the consequences or otherwise process the events beyond how amazed he was by this. His tribe feared him to have been cursed and spurned him, the few contacts he had previously were too connected with his tribe to chance it and also turned him away. Rather than be disheartened however, Ianric simply shed his clan name like a snake old skin and struck out into the world to find his purpose. And luckily for the hungry and socially jarring warrior Hazel did indeed somehow track him down and send for him. A quest and a chance to repay.....and maybe actually ask a few questions about......his transformation on the horizon he eagerly rushed to the location he was summoned.
(Would be happy to workshop/specify anything in DMs of course)
Timezone: GMT -5
Character sheet link:
https://ddb.ac/characters/44763250/4yBzBk
Name: Tharik Murmak
Race: Mountain dwarf
Class (including subclass if applicable): Fighter
Ability Scores: Ability scores: 15 14 18 12 13 12
Background: Noble
Alignment: Chaotic neutral, edging on good
Backstory: Tharik was a farmer of no importance. However, an attack on his farm lead him to beg the help from Hazel. She agreed to give him basic training as a fighter with a master named 'Milin Kuornouh' who ended up abandoning Tharik mere months after he started. He went back to his farm, which he decided to commercialize to get a new master. Though a good 18 coincides he obtained the status of a minor noble, and became known in his community as a fighter that tried to protect the people, without quite becoming a folk hero. At this point he ended up on a quest to fight a monster that couldn't be hit my nonmagical means. This is where he meets the party.
Timezone: GMT -6.
Character sheet link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Bluepanther512/characters/44764850
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Update: I've decided to close recruitment at midnight PST/9pm EST tomorrow. Final decisions will be made and PMs will be sent on Monday. Given the recent applications for tank characters, I feel like I can definitely make a well-rounded party at this point, so feel free to throw whatever you have into the ring! Thank you to everyone who has applied so far.
Iris - Tiefling Cleric | Cassandra - Elf Warlock | Solace - Tiefling Monk | Tempest - Hexblood Monk | Lex - Fire Genasi Barbarian
Lilyn - Triton Ranger | Candor - Changeling Bard | Echo - Changeling Warlock/Bard | Rowan - Fairy Wizard
Ability scores: 14 15 14 17 13 15
Name: Vorkaz Spellblade
Race: Hobgoblin
Class (including subclass if applicable): Abjuration Wizard (going for a frontline tank build)(I'm gonna take moderately armored at level 4 and with my arcane ward I should be able to frontline real well)
Ability Scores: 15,7,16,16,17,11
Background: Folk Hero
Alignment: LG
Backstory (including how you met Hazel): Vorkaz grew up in a small hobgoblin town. Even when he was young, Vorkaz stood out with his skill with weapons and the arcane. He swiftly climbed his banner's ranks and soon had command of a small group of soldiers. Vorkaz lead his team into a multitude of encounters and always came out on top. His name was soon known through the entire banner as a cunning and skilled leader. His glory days would soon be over as his banner encountered another hobgoblin legion. Greatly outnumbered, his banner was beaten back. They retreated into the mountains and harried the enemy legion, trying to buy time for their leaders to escape. Vorkaz lead one of the harrying squads. Eventually he and his soldiers found themselves cutoff from the rest of the banner. Cornered, they stood their ground until only Vorkaz was left. The enemy legion captured him, seeking knowledge of the location of the main host of his legion. As he sat in chains, awaiting his death, Vorkaz heard fighting outside and saw huge blasts of lighting and magics. A small group of humans were storming the warlord's camp. One of them, a young woman blasted the lock off of his cage. As the humans killed the warlord, Vorkaz knelt before the human who had saved his life. "I owe you a debt of life, anything you would have of me is yours," he offered. Hazel took his hand and raised him up, "Help other and someday I shall call upon your debt." Ever since that day, Vorkaz has traveled, helping those he can. One day, sitting in a tavern after solving a small bandit problem, he received a message calling upon him to fulfill his word, and Vorkaz was nothing without his word.
Timezone: Mountain
Character sheet link: https://ddb.ac/characters/44815524/CdIVED (I'll add equipment later, I was wondering if I can sell some of the starting gear or go with average gold since wizards don't get to start with armor or weapons I get from my race)
Alright, my post is up. I decided to mix it up a bit with a dex based barbarian ;)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Bovine.
Not to nitpick but is Kanan a human or an elf? The story is well written, drew me in but left enough out that I would like to learn more. As in: Did Rayla really die, Kanan never saw her body, and what was the sickness that was pestering him, seems strange that the body could not heal it nor druidic magic but a simple health potion? Was his condition because he was a human living amongst elves and therefore a reaction of sorts to the atmosphere or magics within this particular group?
Again I am very intrigued just curious;
Hrothbert
Loyalty Begets Honour
1, Kanan is an elf, I just forgot to edit the race (He was originally to be a human)
2, Kanan has no idea wether Rayla is dead or not, but believes the mage for now. I have to admit it would be pretty cool if she wasn't, but that would be the DMs decision to make (If I was picked ofc)
3, The sickness was some sort of magical malady but he doesn't know quite what and the healing potion was most likely a potion of vitality but It would seem a little meta (Not to mention odd) for Hazel to tell him that.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Would love to join! (I didn't realize cutting and pasting would make the dice rolls look manipulated, I would be happy to roll again if needed!)
Name: Sydril
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Fighter (Arcane Archer at 3rd level)
Ability Scores: 11 16 10 9 15 14
Background: Haunted One
Alignment: Neutral Good
Backstory (including how you met Hazel):
Her mother spread the cloudy, gray oil over Sydril’s body. “I’m so sorry my precious girl.” She looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes. “Mother, I don’t understand, what is going on?” Sydril questioned, her voice shaky and afraid, tears running down her face. She could hear screams coming from the village. “There is no time to explain my love”…she took her daughters hand and folded it around a fine chain with a gemstone pendant. “You must keep this with you Sydril, don’t let it out of your site! When it is safe go to your grandparents, they will take care of you.” She gave Sydril a kiss on her forehead and spread the last of the potion on her daughter’s face. “Wait! Mother, I don’t”…her words were cut off as she was pushed into the ethereal plane. Just after she entered the plane a huge, monstrous creature came around the corner of the building. A revolting beast of death and shadows stalked towards her mother. Sydril screamed but could do nothing but watch. Three ravenous eyes stared at her mother with a malevolent mania, and a roar exploded from its drooling mouth. Billowing smoke, and flowing shadows adorned its lean head. The creature stepped closer her mother, its two legs steadily carry its wicked body with a maniacal energy. A long tail moved behind it. Four ethereal wings extend themselves fully. Shadowy bones, and glowing membranes stretch upward, and side by side. The beast grabbed Sydril’s mother by the throat, lifting her into the air. Her mother grabbed the scaly hand, gasping for breath. The creature leaned in close and spoke to her mother but Sydril couldn’t make out what it was saying. Terror and loathing played across her mother’s face in equal measure. She spat words back at the creature, her eyes burning with hatred. The demon roared in her face and Sydril watched in horror as the creature lifted her mother and punched his claws into her middle. Her mother’s eye went wide, she coughed a couple of times and her head lolled forward, lifeless. The creature tossed her mother’s body to side and strode off. As Sydril moved towards her mother’s lifeless body she looked across the rest of the village. There are demons everywhere, bodies everywhere, so much blood, so much pain…
When Sydril awoke she was lying on the ground next to her mother’s body, back in the material plane. The demons were gone but the smell of sulfur, smoke and blood was strong in the air, the stench causing her to cough and her eyes to water. She felt someone hold her head and put a water skin to her mouth, she drink thirstily but choked on the liquid. "Slow down, drink slower." A female voice said quietly. She pushed to a sitting position and saw a human woman.
Hazel helped Sydril to her feet and they headed in the direction of the closet elven village. Hours later they reached their destination. Sydril stumbled into the village with a vacant look on her face, soot, blood and dirt on her clothing. She turned to Hazel. "Thank you, you saved my life. I couldn't have made it here without you."...barely getting the last words out as she fell unconscious. She was taken to her grandparents, but they could get nothing out of her, she would not speak, would not acknowledge anyone. She spent three months in a semi catatonic state. When she did finally come back to the living world she refused to speak about what happened at the village. She was forever changed. Before, she was a bright, vivacious girl who loved to be around people. She was happy, without care. Now she is haunted by the events from her past and prefers to keep to herself. She uses poetry and archery to keep the horrors at bay. She has found that helping others with their problems helps her find balance and some temporary peace. She feels that leaving her homeland and traveling may help her as well.
Timezone: MST
Character sheet link: ddb.ac/characters/44829464/1AaDiB
I work from home so have no problem posting multiple times a day.