regarding post 141 & 142....Dion the bard was indeed playing, I was wearing a onsie and I still don't know who stole my sweet roll.

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As a DM, all I ask for is: something about your home life; single significant event (good or bad) from your past; and most importantly, why you decided to become an adventurer. 

What’s your three sentence backstory?

I grew up in a warlike tribe of hobgoblins where I was pushed to become a warrior. However, growing up I always preferred to study and learn, not to make war. Once I realized how controlling the hobgoblins were, I ran away and have been on the run ever since, always trying to discover more. 

(hobgoblin wizard or ranger)

About a couple of months ago they called up a posse to help chase down the McClantern brothers, and I joined up on account’a what they done to my sister. After three weeks of hard riding across The Dusty Plateau, and then the weeks-long running battle with the McClantern gang through the Lands of the Three Rivers, and then fighting our way through the forests of the pissed-off Wildehin in the McClanterns’ wake… I’m the only one left. One day I’ll track down those leakers the McClanterns, but in the meantime I gotta make a living somehow, so… what’s the job?

A lifelong worshipper of... heh... Nylea's wine, I one day followed some Dawngreets into the forest until I became lost. I came across a portal which when touched, brought me to the filthy place of Waterdeep. I am a satyr lost in this unfamiliar, horrible place, where you have to pay for drink and the wine tastes like boot water. :(

I am Nisglia, a centaur from the Rubblebelt. I collect bones of my enemies. Wanna fight?

My half-brother is an Aasimar but I am a Tiefling. Even though the world loves him and hates me, I will prove myself the better hero. For this reason I forged a pact with my brother's mother.

Hello ZomblesKlein,

Very interesting family dynamic and warlock(?) patron! I love it.

Thank you!

I used to be a treasure hunter of great renown, searching the caverns and mountains for riches, but often coming up short. When I found a pendent in a temple of Lolth, I was cursed and became a drider. Now, I scour the world for a cure, or at least some half-decent sunglasses.

(Celeste, former elf rogue, now drider barbarian)

I grew up in a troupe of artisans with my family. I left them for a life of adventure, but abandoned my former companions when I was needed most. I strive to redeem myself from this atrocity.

(Alxim Swiftcraft, Rock Gnome Artificer/Wizard)

I was in the Academy of Devastation and placed in the field when I knew only a handful of spells. My miscalculation caused most of my unit to be killed by my own hand, a death sentence among my people. I fled and now seek to better understand magic among the human societies, so that this kind of miscalculation never happens again.

(Hobgoblin War Magic Wizard)

My name is Reynard but others call me 'The Wolf' because, as they put it, I 'smell like a wet dog'. Like a wolf I can track across country and work best in a pack but can be fearsome when cornered. Lately a voice speaks to me, wanting me to feed and sate its hunger, my own hunger grows, but I'll try not to turn my fangs on you.

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Variant Human, Outlander Background, prioritise Dex/Cons/Cha but roleplay as more feral cunning than charismatic. Starting feat for variant human take mobile for some wolf like speed and then for class we're going Hexblade Warlock/Pact of Blade with Craven Edge from Crit Role as a patron, no eldritch blast just spells that are up close and go with you swinging a two handed sword that, thanks to your Pact of Blade feature, looks like Craven Edge.

I am the town’s undertaker and am a priest of Jergal; I record the names of those who have passed. Very little ever dampers my spirits, though I have grown bored with recording the passing of elderly men and women who shed their mortal coil in their sleep. Perhaps that new group of adventurers will be interested in replacing one who recently met their end with one who can record their exploits.

(Backup aasimar death cleric in case my forge cleric ever dies)

A few days ago I was condemned to death for stealing food for a group of starving children that were living under a nearby bridge. Yesterday I was to be hanged for my crime, but I managed to escape that fate, at least for now, and am just trying to find a way to survive. This group here offered to take me in if I use my talents to help them in their quest for adventure and riches, and at this point some riches sound nicer than the noose end of a rope.

When I had come into existance, I felt an odd voice in my head. once I knew why, and the Elder Brain tried to silence it, I ran. I lurk in the shadows so that I dont get seen, or caught again for the Silencing

I became an acolyte of a dwarven demi-goddess due to my infatuation with bearded men. Despite the power gained from the dwarven god blessing me, I learned of her prejudice and quickly came to loathe her. Now I have keep my oath to someone I hate just so I can help not only my coworkers but also my village.

~Madalyn Wishseeker Burundiheha, the misotheistic Goliath Paladin

Was one of many Goblin in big Goblin group that killed heroes of the elven city. Found cool warhammer on shiny armour lady's body that talks to me. Shiny hammer is armour lady who assures me I too can be hero!

(Bonker, Warlock Hexblade, Patron: Erevan Ilesere, through the spirit of the Paladin Selnu Tharketh who died in a goblin ambush and was fused with her warhammer.)

Ps. this is the character in my profile pic.

Hello ZomblesKlein,

I love it. Very creative.

*insert a long, birdsong of tweets and whistling, then suddenly stop with the groaning of a tree in the wind. they then make some raven cawing noises, as their name, and then insert the hustle and bustle of a busy city's alleyways. then the sound of their taloned feet crunching in snow, the squish of mud, and the sound their magic makes when they cast it*

(kenku Druid, came from a big city with their family to going it alone before finding friends)

Laval, Fire Genasi Order of the Scribes Wizard:

Laval was born near an entrance to the interdimensional staircase, near an entrance to the Plane of Fire to a Half-Elf and a Human. They have always been an introverted apprentice, to the spirit of an ancient librarian named Jhalor, the 'Resident Haunting' of his town's library. When their town was mostly destroyed, along with their impressive library of Wizard's Scrolls and Tomes of Old when the door burst open due to heat pressure, bathing the town in flames, they decided to go around the world and collect and scribe many spells that Wizards can learn, slowly rebuilding their great library.

Honoque, Human Champion Fighter:

Honoque has always wanted to learn how to fight from a very young age, waiting until they were old enough to learn. When they were 18, Honoque joined the Town Gaurd of the neighboring city and happily lived for years. However, years later, they were high in the command chain and well trusted, and their city's leaders sent Honoque out on a quest to find a treasure that the city had lost years ago, with a lead only recently showing up.