Hi guys! I'm a DM looking for players for my homebrew campaign! I have a little experience DMing but years of experience as a player, so I know my rules and how to run a game. I'd like this to be a long term campaign and I can promise to be a consistently active DM!
I'd like the campaign to be RP Heavy, meaning minimum one paragraph posts (~4-5 sentences). Any level of experienced players to the DnD 5e community are welcome, although I am looking for some experience with writing.
The style of writing will be third person.
CONTENT WARNING: I like describing stuff and will describe gory or gross things. If this is not to your liking: you have been warned.
Characters will be rolled "Down the Line" meaning you will roll 6 times and assign the numbers in order of Str Dex Con Int Wis Cha. Everyone will start at level 1.
Published Classes and Races only please!
The Campaign: Throughout the last hundred years, the western borders of Gilliad have been eaten away by their neighbors, the Frothar. In recent years, the Frotharian forces have become relentless in their attack and have taken more and more land. Most of Gilliad has been taken and there remains only one last bastion of hope: Elderwall, the capital city of Gilliad. Your Character can come from all different backgrounds, be it a baker, student, guard, carpenter, ect. They can also come from any part of the land of Tor; Frothar, Gilliad, the northern country of Baaldek, the nomadic tribes of the south, the subterranean lands of Tor or the underwater world of Atlaris (last two locations are racially limited). In the middle of your character's daily activities they feel a sudden pull to drop everything and leave. Whether they listen immediately or fight against the nagging sensation, one way or another, they find themselves on the road, following the strange feeling wherever it leads.
If you're interested please reply on thread or DM me with these details!
Experience: New / a few years / veteran Location/Timezone: (your physical location or timezone as appropriate) Writing Snippet: (either describe a character that you will not be using or some scenario with a pre-made character. ie: escaping guards, cutting firewood, fighting off a giant spider, all three at once.. ect ect. your choice)
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Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign
Writing Snippet: The air was hot and dry. The desert sun created shimmers and illusions throughout its sandy waves making it slightly difficult to see for those unacquainted with its intensity. For those inept travelers they wouldn't percieve the three figures racing across the sands or would misidentify them as a simple illusion citing their speed or idea of men riding giant scorpion like creatures as a sign of incoming heat stroke. For Cailem, he wished his current situation was an illusion precluding a heat stroke. It had all started normally, yeah normally. Wake up, steal breakfast, pickpocket some noble to pay the rent, show up to the forge two hours late, pay off the boss for an alibi. Yeah normal, for him at least. That lasted till about noon, when the guards barged into the shop, swords drawn, ready to imprison him for murder of the random noble he stole from just that morning.
Experience: New Location/Timezone: MST (GMT/UTC -7) Writing Snippet: Marie was happily doing her chores as any young farm girl should. That day felt as any other day should. Two suns cast their rays from both the East and West, blanketing her family's fields with vivid colors of greens, orange, and yellow. After having milked the cow, she grabbed her bucket and slowly carried the heavy load into her house. Out of the corner of her eye, the sun's rays glinted off of a piece of metal and she momentarily squinted out of her right eye. A flash of silver, then a burning pain assaulted Marie's face. She screamed. Her brother Drake casually walked outside under the assumption that her cries were yet again another spider on the side of the barn. When he found her, Drake vomited all over the grass, mixing a concoction of his breakfast and an overturned bucket of milk. Before him was his sister Marie propped against the barn wall appearing to cry tears of blood as a dagger was embedded deep into her eye socket. Stuffed in her mouth, was a note that read: "WE WARNED YOU."
Questions: So by "gross things" do you mean like sexual stuff or just physically disturbing?
Writing Snippet: In the northern mountains, Aeon was trending through the snow. He just completed a successful hunt and was carrying a large buck across his back. Aeon still had a long ways off before he reached his hut and the wind was starting to pick up. As Aeon walked through the snow, he heard a loud growl. Aeon turned around and noticed a large brown bear was following him. Aeon looked at the deer on his shoulder and saw blood was leaking from it onto his back. Blood drops formed a straight line on the snow, all the way to the bear that was getting closer to him. Aeon sighed and placed the deer onto the ground. He pulled out his great sword that he had slung across his back. He faced the bear and raised his sword with both hands in front of him. The bear growled once more. It charged toward Aeon. Once it got in front of him, the bear stood up on its hind legs and prepared to slamm Aeon with its' paws. Once the bear stood up, Aeon ran towards the bear and plunged his sword into its heart. He pushed the sword as deep as he could until the bear fell onto its back. Hot blood splashed over Aeon as he pulled his sword out of the bear. The bear whimpered one last time and fell silent. Aeon sat down next to the bear and sighed. Now, he had two things to take back to his hut.
Hey guys! Thank you for your interest! I'll probably decide the group by tomorrow morning.
For Clarification: "Gross Things" meaning blood, gore, yucky monsters. I don't plan on it being excessive, just wanted to give a heads-up. Also, I'm not opposed to romance in my campaign but anything further than "They spend the night together" or "The two mysteriously disappear to find a quiet spot in the forest" is not welcome. Also, "Romance" will be moderated to players that are comfortable with it. Certain NPC's are romancable.
Homebrew in the sense that the adventure and world are of my creation. For simplicity's sake, this campaign will use The Forgotten Realms pantheon and all published races and monsters. The world also has the same technological level level that the DnD world has.
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Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign
Writing Snippet: Two scuffed up men were talking with each other on the road, the sun was bright and the grass was shimmering. They were in a wagon, two horses pulling the wagon along while their hooves clanked along the road. "Told ya we should've taken the dead bounty instead of the live one." one of them spoke with contempt behind his voice. A girl was in the back of the wagon, tied and with a heavy bruise on her head. The other responds with, "Double the reward for one alive? No way I'm passin' that up." as he crossed his arms, looking to the left, away from the wagon. A second clacking came from behind the wagon, sounding like the one from the horses. No. . . This one was different. Only two? The pattern was odd, not in the same rhythm one might hear from a horse. "Y'hear that?" The one on the left said, looking around the dirt road, starting to be a bit cautious as he reached for his short sword. Before the other man could respond a halt of the carriage occurred, the horses tugging but not being able to go any further. A heavy tug came from the back of the wagon in a hefty motion, bringing the men face to face with a 6'7 minitour. A puff of breath came into the man on the left's face, the man was in a state of shock. The one on the right reaches for his short sword, tearing it out of the sheathe. A grab of the man occurred, his arm squeezed and slammed into the ground behind the minitour. His hand still clenched the man, bringing him up which caused him to drop the sword. The beast stared into his eyes, dark green with a sense of not rage, but purpose. The minitour dropped the man to the ground who had a broken wrist and rib. He walked around the wagon, the man in the wagon still in shock. The minitour pulls the woman out of the wagon, tearing the rope in half, setting the woman free. He then starts walking along the road, going onwards with his hooves clanking along. The man in the wagon just sits there in shock of what just happened.
Writing Snippet: As Leon ran, his lungs burning for a much needed fresh breath, he dared not look back. He could still hear the tears and screams of his men, his friends, who he had just left for dead. It was suppose to just be a simple job, set out to find some poor sap's hose, the thing had apparently ran away after a wolf had spooked it. The owner was just some old coot who couldn't even walk ten steps without a break. As they went to the forrest where he said it ran off to,something just didn't seem right. It felt like something was watching them, but ever time it got brought up, the person was just called paranoid or scared. Should have figured that when more than six hardened hunters are jumpy, it's not just nerves, but something dangerous. Leon's brother Mike was the first to go, they lost him when he went scouting ahead, all that was left from his locations was a bloody boot. One by one, they just started dropping like flies, until only three of the six remained. After dark, it appeared, Leon still can't fully say what it looked like, only that it was capable of ripping a grown man in two like a cracker. He turned tail and ran, not stopping until his lungs could not take anymore. Just has he leaned against a tree to catch his barings, he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. Leon never even had a chance to scream.
Hi everyone! Again, I wanted to thank everyone for their interest! The players have been chosen and an invite to the discord server has been sent to their DM's!
Thank You!
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Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign
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Hi guys! I'm a DM looking for players for my homebrew campaign! I have a little experience DMing but years of experience as a player, so I know my rules and how to run a game. I'd like this to be a long term campaign and I can promise to be a consistently active DM!
I'd like the campaign to be RP Heavy, meaning minimum one paragraph posts (~4-5 sentences). Any level of experienced players to the DnD 5e community are welcome, although I am looking for some experience with writing.
The style of writing will be third person.
CONTENT WARNING: I like describing stuff and will describe gory or gross things. If this is not to your liking: you have been warned.
Characters will be rolled "Down the Line" meaning you will roll 6 times and assign the numbers in order of Str Dex Con Int Wis Cha. Everyone will start at level 1.
Published Classes and Races only please!
The Campaign: Throughout the last hundred years, the western borders of Gilliad have been eaten away by their neighbors, the Frothar. In recent years, the Frotharian forces have become relentless in their attack and have taken more and more land. Most of Gilliad has been taken and there remains only one last bastion of hope: Elderwall, the capital city of Gilliad. Your Character can come from all different backgrounds, be it a baker, student, guard, carpenter, ect. They can also come from any part of the land of Tor; Frothar, Gilliad, the northern country of Baaldek, the nomadic tribes of the south, the subterranean lands of Tor or the underwater world of Atlaris (last two locations are racially limited). In the middle of your character's daily activities they feel a sudden pull to drop everything and leave. Whether they listen immediately or fight against the nagging sensation, one way or another, they find themselves on the road, following the strange feeling wherever it leads.
If you're interested please reply on thread or DM me with these details!
Experience: New / a few years / veteran
Location/Timezone: (your physical location or timezone as appropriate)
Writing Snippet: (either describe a character that you will not be using or some scenario with a pre-made character. ie: escaping guards, cutting firewood, fighting off a giant spider, all three at once.. ect ect. your choice)
Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign
Experience: New
Location: Texas, USA Central Time
Writing Snippet: The air was hot and dry. The desert sun created shimmers and illusions throughout its sandy waves making it slightly difficult to see for those unacquainted with its intensity. For those inept travelers they wouldn't percieve the three figures racing across the sands or would misidentify them as a simple illusion citing their speed or idea of men riding giant scorpion like creatures as a sign of incoming heat stroke. For Cailem, he wished his current situation was an illusion precluding a heat stroke. It had all started normally, yeah normally. Wake up, steal breakfast, pickpocket some noble to pay the rent, show up to the forge two hours late, pay off the boss for an alibi. Yeah normal, for him at least. That lasted till about noon, when the guards barged into the shop, swords drawn, ready to imprison him for murder of the random noble he stole from just that morning.
Experience: New
Location/Timezone: MST (GMT/UTC -7)
Writing Snippet: Marie was happily doing her chores as any young farm girl should. That day felt as any other day should. Two suns cast their rays from both the East and West, blanketing her family's fields with vivid colors of greens, orange, and yellow. After having milked the cow, she grabbed her bucket and slowly carried the heavy load into her house. Out of the corner of her eye, the sun's rays glinted off of a piece of metal and she momentarily squinted out of her right eye. A flash of silver, then a burning pain assaulted Marie's face. She screamed. Her brother Drake casually walked outside under the assumption that her cries were yet again another spider on the side of the barn. When he found her, Drake vomited all over the grass, mixing a concoction of his breakfast and an overturned bucket of milk. Before him was his sister Marie propped against the barn wall appearing to cry tears of blood as a dagger was embedded deep into her eye socket. Stuffed in her mouth, was a note that read: "WE WARNED YOU."
Questions: So by "gross things" do you mean like sexual stuff or just physically disturbing?
Experience : New
Location/Timezone: USA, Texas/ CST
Writing Snippet: In the northern mountains, Aeon was trending through the snow. He just completed a successful hunt and was carrying a large buck across his back. Aeon still had a long ways off before he reached his hut and the wind was starting to pick up. As Aeon walked through the snow, he heard a loud growl. Aeon turned around and noticed a large brown bear was following him. Aeon looked at the deer on his shoulder and saw blood was leaking from it onto his back. Blood drops formed a straight line on the snow, all the way to the bear that was getting closer to him. Aeon sighed and placed the deer onto the ground. He pulled out his great sword that he had slung across his back. He faced the bear and raised his sword with both hands in front of him. The bear growled once more. It charged toward Aeon. Once it got in front of him, the bear stood up on its hind legs and prepared to slamm Aeon with its' paws. Once the bear stood up, Aeon ran towards the bear and plunged his sword into its heart. He pushed the sword as deep as he could until the bear fell onto its back. Hot blood splashed over Aeon as he pulled his sword out of the bear. The bear whimpered one last time and fell silent. Aeon sat down next to the bear and sighed. Now, he had two things to take back to his hut.
Hey guys! Thank you for your interest! I'll probably decide the group by tomorrow morning.
For Clarification: "Gross Things" meaning blood, gore, yucky monsters. I don't plan on it being excessive, just wanted to give a heads-up. Also, I'm not opposed to romance in my campaign but anything further than "They spend the night together" or "The two mysteriously disappear to find a quiet spot in the forest" is not welcome. Also, "Romance" will be moderated to players that are comfortable with it. Certain NPC's are romancable.
Thank you!
Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign
Thanks for clarifying! Every campaign is different and it's interesting to see the DM explicitly stating we can Romance NPCs xd
So I know you said that this campaign would be homebrew and Im wondering just how homebrew are we talking here?
Homebrew in the sense that the adventure and world are of my creation. For simplicity's sake, this campaign will use The Forgotten Realms pantheon and all published races and monsters. The world also has the same technological level level that the DnD world has.
Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign
Experience: New
Location/Timezone: USA Kansas (CST)
Writing Snippet: Two scuffed up men were talking with each other on the road, the sun was bright and the grass was shimmering. They were in a wagon, two horses pulling the wagon along while their hooves clanked along the road. "Told ya we should've taken the dead bounty instead of the live one." one of them spoke with contempt behind his voice. A girl was in the back of the wagon, tied and with a heavy bruise on her head. The other responds with, "Double the reward for one alive? No way I'm passin' that up." as he crossed his arms, looking to the left, away from the wagon. A second clacking came from behind the wagon, sounding like the one from the horses. No. . . This one was different. Only two? The pattern was odd, not in the same rhythm one might hear from a horse. "Y'hear that?" The one on the left said, looking around the dirt road, starting to be a bit cautious as he reached for his short sword. Before the other man could respond a halt of the carriage occurred, the horses tugging but not being able to go any further. A heavy tug came from the back of the wagon in a hefty motion, bringing the men face to face with a 6'7 minitour. A puff of breath came into the man on the left's face, the man was in a state of shock. The one on the right reaches for his short sword, tearing it out of the sheathe. A grab of the man occurred, his arm squeezed and slammed into the ground behind the minitour. His hand still clenched the man, bringing him up which caused him to drop the sword. The beast stared into his eyes, dark green with a sense of not rage, but purpose. The minitour dropped the man to the ground who had a broken wrist and rib. He walked around the wagon, the man in the wagon still in shock. The minitour pulls the woman out of the wagon, tearing the rope in half, setting the woman free. He then starts walking along the road, going onwards with his hooves clanking along. The man in the wagon just sits there in shock of what just happened.
Experience: New
Location/Timezone: USA Mississippi CST
Writing Snippet: As Leon ran, his lungs burning for a much needed fresh breath, he dared not look back. He could still hear the tears and screams of his men, his friends, who he had just left for dead. It was suppose to just be a simple job, set out to find some poor sap's hose, the thing had apparently ran away after a wolf had spooked it. The owner was just some old coot who couldn't even walk ten steps without a break. As they went to the forrest where he said it ran off to,something just didn't seem right. It felt like something was watching them, but ever time it got brought up, the person was just called paranoid or scared. Should have figured that when more than six hardened hunters are jumpy, it's not just nerves, but something dangerous. Leon's brother Mike was the first to go, they lost him when he went scouting ahead, all that was left from his locations was a bloody boot. One by one, they just started dropping like flies, until only three of the six remained. After dark, it appeared, Leon still can't fully say what it looked like, only that it was capable of ripping a grown man in two like a cracker. He turned tail and ran, not stopping until his lungs could not take anymore. Just has he leaned against a tree to catch his barings, he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. Leon never even had a chance to scream.
Hi everyone! Again, I wanted to thank everyone for their interest! The players have been chosen and an invite to the discord server has been sent to their DM's!
Thank You!
Vincentius de Camillas, Human Rogue (3) in Sildegard
Shirrah Stormseer, Air Genasi Cleric (3) in The Campaign