Game: D&D 5e
Group type: Online
Experience: Any! New players absolutely welcome!
Timezone: Online
Schedule: Monday, start time either 9:30PM or 10:30PM Eastern Standard Time
Roles sought: 2 or 3 more players, (3 already signed up)
Game style: A good balance between combat, lore, and roleplay using Discord voice with a VTT.
Paid: Sessions 0 and 1 are FREE. After, $20 USD per player per session. (Paid through PayPal)

About me: A professional experience from a seasoned Game Master with thousands of hours of experience. This game will feature music via Syrinscape, GM voices to differentiate NPCs, and a tailored side-quest for each PC which will be intertwined with the main story line.

About Game: Well now, pull up a stool and let me tell you 'bout a time when Icewind Dale weren't just a stretch of cold misery, but a land bustling with the fever of discovery and the roar of steam engines. It was back in 1800 as they reckon things in the Dalelands, not long after folks discovered Aether in them icy grounds—changed everything, it did.

You see, Aether wasn't just any find; it was the kind that turned the old Dale into a frontier more wild than any tales of the North. Miners, tinkerers, outlaws, and adventurers—folks from every corner of the realms poured in, all hungry for a slice of that shining blue glory. The towns swelled overnight, steam-powered contraptions popped up like daisies, and every saloon buzzed with tales of riches just waitin' under the ice.

Now, the Catalyst’s Guild, they ran the show. Controlled the Aether and built machines the likes of which you’d never seen. But power like that? It draws all kinds, and not the good sort neither. Claim jumpers, bandits dressed in leather and brass, all armed with gadgets that could freeze a man where he stood or burn down an entire camp without a lick of flame.
But the biggest tale of them all was 'bout the Glacier of Lost Souls. One crisp morning, a great crack split the glacier wide open, revealing a dark path leading deep into the icy belly of the world. The Guild was all over it, hiring brave (or foolhardy) souls to delve into the depths, promising gold and glory for any who could fetch what lay within. Artifacts, they said, old as the gods and powerful enough to turn the tides of fate.
But it weren’t just gold and glory in that frozen labyrinth. No, sir. The Frostmaiden herself, Auril, stirred from her slumber, none too pleased with the mortals plundering her domain. She brought a winter so fierce it could snuff out those new steam lights and bury the towns under a blanket of eternal frost.

Many a soul tested their luck against the cold dark of that glacier. Some for greed, some for glory, and some to keep the Dale from fallin' into a winter without end. And every one of 'em carried stories worth their weight in Aether.

So what happened next? Well, that’s a tale for another drink or perhaps a night when the wind howls just right, remindin' us that some secrets of the Dale ain't meant to be told, but to be lived. Now, how about that drink?

Excited to bring new people onboard!