At Mystic Dice Falls, characters gather… At the northern edge of the jungle, just to the east of the river Soshenstar, a Batari hunter of the Raptor Clan crouches in a thick patch of vegetation as a swarm of Compsognathus dart about him. The air thrums with predatory rattles vibrating out of their tiny throats. Dropping a piece of meat to his ‘children,’ he stares northward. Some thirty miles ahead, the walls of Port Nyanzaru rise to shield the city from the dangers of the Chult, but the goblin’s Queen was clear—the dreamers prophesied that a cure to the death curse would arrive among the wall-squatters, so Tokz squatted and waited.
At Mystic Dice Falls, characters become heroes… Leonardo narrows his eyes and focuses, the psychic blade solidifying in his grasp like a painful memory. Blood drips from a cut on the half-elf’s brow. Sweat beads between his shoulder blades—Kryptgarden Forest’s muggy air clinging to his skin. Everything shudders with Old Gnawbone’s frustrated roar and the cascading wave of acrid stench that wafts away from its acidic breath. The earth churns under the clawed weight of the dragon as it thrusts itself up into flight through the wide tunnels of its lair. Leanardo’s blade leaves his fingertips, arcing towards the escaping dragon, thudding into its thick hide. Its eyes roll back into its head, its roar hisses to an anguished close, and a trickly of blood leaks from its ears. The ground shakes, for Leonardo’s blade heralded the dragon’s death, sending it skidding back across the earth to his party’s cheers.
At Mystic Dice Falls, dungeons find their masters… Like the heroes in the stories emerging from our tables, the Dungeon Masters of Mystic Dice Falls came together in response to tragedy. From various cities across Canada and the United States of America, we gathered to supply players with a distraction from the events surrounding COVID-19. Since then, we have formed a community of storytellers with backgrounds varying from restaurant managers to doctoral scholars studying the medium of the table-top roleplaying game. The one thing we all have in common is a passion for running these games and a talent for setting a table with the ingredients required for memorable stories to develop.
At Mystic Dice Falls, community forms… Stories have formed from the multiverse of tables we use to host Dungeons & Dragons, Cyberpunk Red, Vampire the Masquerade, or whatever other game has captured the imaginations of our players. Whether any given player came to sate their hunger or heed the call, however, stories are the bedrock of the community, and here, our community has developed into a thriving celebration of tabletop games complete with storytelling events, raffles, and prizes. Our stories have fermented a community as varied as our storytellers. Come and join us, for here, mystic dice fall…
Please send a DM to me on Discord if you are interested: mysticvhedd
**Is this a pay-to-play game**
Yes, a fee of $17 per player per session will be paid to the DM. All payments are made post-session.
**VTT**
Roll20
***Requirements **
Decent internet/mic, DDB for character creation
**Time and Date**
Sundays 7 pm Eastern Standard.
**Character Level**
TBH, this will be a topic of discussion at session 0. Probably level 3.
**Character generation guidelines**
Standard Array or point buy. All species are allowed, All Sub-class options from any WoTC official material are permitted.
**Session run time**
3-4 hours
**Number of Openings: **
4 out of 6 seats available
Story:
Would be “heroes,” yoked into service by the charismatic wiles of fate, are led to the roads between worlds. The group soon finds themselves under the raging storm clouds that frame the ancient walls of a castle perched high above a rustic, mountain-side village.
Thunder pounds the castle’s crenelations, and howling winds buffet its spires. From the aging parapets, a silhouetted turns its gaze down towards the village. Far below, yet not beyond the figure’s keen eyesight, the party of adventurers has just entered the shadow’s domain. In a flash of lighting, its cold lips form the barest hint of a smile.
Then, the figure is gone! Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner, and you are invited...
-David Milman
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Stories have formed from the multiverse of tables we use to host Dungeons & Dragons, Cyberpunk Red, Vampire the Masquerade, or whatever other game has captured the imaginations of our players. Whether any given player came to sate their hunger or heed the call, however, stories are the bedrock of the community, and here, our community has developed into a thriving celebration of tabletop games complete with storytelling events, raffles, and prizes. Our stories have fermented a community as varied as our storytellers. Come and join us, for here, mystic dice fall…
Hey! I would love to joining you still have room!
Please send a DM to me on Discord if you are interested: mysticvhedd
**Is this a pay-to-play game**
Yes, a fee of $17 per player per session will be paid to the DM. All payments are made post-session.
**VTT**
Roll20
***Requirements **
Decent internet/mic, DDB for character creation
**Time and Date**
Sundays 7 pm Eastern Standard.
**Character Level**
TBH, this will be a topic of discussion at session 0. Probably level 3.
**Character generation guidelines**
Standard Array or point buy. All species are allowed, All Sub-class options from any WoTC official material are permitted.
**Session run time**
3-4 hours
**Number of Openings: **
4 out of 6 seats available
Story:
Would be “heroes,” yoked into service by the charismatic wiles of fate, are led to the roads between worlds. The group soon finds themselves under the raging storm clouds that frame the ancient walls of a castle perched high above a rustic, mountain-side village.
Thunder pounds the castle’s crenelations, and howling winds buffet its spires. From the aging parapets, a silhouetted turns its gaze down towards the village.
Far below, yet not beyond the figure’s keen eyesight, the party of adventurers has just entered the shadow’s domain. In a flash of lighting, its cold lips form the barest hint of a smile.
Then, the figure is gone! Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner, and you are invited...
-David Milman