Lord's Rest Inn

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

*Any opinions on my villain backstory? I reposted it here for convenience.*

I was thinking he was born to a starving village that tried to feed him to the pigs since they didn't have enough food to take care of a growing boy, but he ended up eating one of the pigs instead. A powerful organization saw how much power he held to be able to do such a thing as a mere infant, and took him in to raise him, telling him about his tragic backstory and how he was so special and wonderful and they all loved him. He was sent out as basically a crusader, and he believed he was doing the right thing. He was miserable, but they told him he was happy, that this was the pinnacle of goodness and holiness and joy, and that they were giving him the best this world had to offer. Remember this.

When he was captured by enemy forces, they tortured him for years trying the get information out of him until he finally expired. He never said a word this entire time. In the netherworld, he found out that not only did everyone hate him for doing evil this entire time, but he had been serving a vile cult that exploited his devotion, they were never planning on sending anyone to help him out, and they were the reason the village he was born in was starving in the first place.

Everything he knew and loved was a lie. All the "good guys" were just as bad as the monsters they fought. And he had been complacent in it. He drowned his sorrows by gorging himself on the delights of the netherworld, his supernatural strength allowing him to eat his way through the hostile environment and monsters with ease, and his unearthly charisma making him beloved by the denizens of the plane. He grew to become one of the most dangerous beings down there, absorbing the power of the demons he ate and amassing his own cult of horrors and hedonists.

He fell back to the same problem as before: deciding that he knew who the good and bad guys were entirely by their relationship to himself. He had come to the conclusion that life was horrible and all living beings were suffering in their realm of filth and hate, while the netherworld was filled with free wonders and delights. He had suffered such trauma that even this hell felt like a heaven in comparison, and never once did it occur to him that some people up top might be truly happy with their lives and weren't just being told they were happy by someone stronger than them, or that they might not enjoy what he enjoyed.

He plotted for centuries to rise to the surface, to save all the people who needed to be saved, but he was always stopped by the Lords of the Deep and their security measures. However, recently, they removed all the things that kept spirits from escaping in order to supplement the war effort...

*I think it's an incredible backstory! I may be a little bit biased, though, as I love the drama of a villain who genuinely thinks they're the hero of the story. Suitably tragic, and feels like they'd have lots of interesting interactions- especially with certain characters they might be able to convince...*

 *Thank you very much, Yvonne! I'm working on the stats right now, but I'm not sure how OP to make them. I'm thinking of just making them a level 40 player character or something and leaving it at that. Sounds appropriate for a being who absolutely dominated the entire underworld, but not actual god-level, right?*

*That does sound like it'd be around the level of a demon lord as far as power goes. I'm not too knowledgeable about going above level 20 with character sheets, though, so I may not be the best judge at that.*

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

*Any opinions on my villain backstory? I reposted it here for convenience.*

I was thinking he was born to a starving village that tried to feed him to the pigs since they didn't have enough food to take care of a growing boy, but he ended up eating one of the pigs instead. A powerful organization saw how much power he held to be able to do such a thing as a mere infant, and took him in to raise him, telling him about his tragic backstory and how he was so special and wonderful and they all loved him. He was sent out as basically a crusader, and he believed he was doing the right thing. He was miserable, but they told him he was happy, that this was the pinnacle of goodness and holiness and joy, and that they were giving him the best this world had to offer. Remember this.

When he was captured by enemy forces, they tortured him for years trying the get information out of him until he finally expired. He never said a word this entire time. In the netherworld, he found out that not only did everyone hate him for doing evil this entire time, but he had been serving a vile cult that exploited his devotion, they were never planning on sending anyone to help him out, and they were the reason the village he was born in was starving in the first place.

Everything he knew and loved was a lie. All the "good guys" were just as bad as the monsters they fought. And he had been complacent in it. He drowned his sorrows by gorging himself on the delights of the netherworld, his supernatural strength allowing him to eat his way through the hostile environment and monsters with ease, and his unearthly charisma making him beloved by the denizens of the plane. He grew to become one of the most dangerous beings down there, absorbing the power of the demons he ate and amassing his own cult of horrors and hedonists.

He fell back to the same problem as before: deciding that he knew who the good and bad guys were entirely by their relationship to himself. He had come to the conclusion that life was horrible and all living beings were suffering in their realm of filth and hate, while the netherworld was filled with free wonders and delights. He had suffered such trauma that even this hell felt like a heaven in comparison, and never once did it occur to him that some people up top might be truly happy with their lives and weren't just being told they were happy by someone stronger than them, or that they might not enjoy what he enjoyed.

He plotted for centuries to rise to the surface, to save all the people who needed to be saved, but he was always stopped by the Lords of the Deep and their security measures. However, recently, they removed all the things that kept spirits from escaping in order to supplement the war effort...

*I think it's an incredible backstory! I may be a little bit biased, though, as I love the drama of a villain who genuinely thinks they're the hero of the story. Suitably tragic, and feels like they'd have lots of interesting interactions- especially with certain characters they might be able to convince...*

 *Thank you very much, Yvonne! I'm working on the stats right now, but I'm not sure how OP to make them. I'm thinking of just making them a level 40 player character or something and leaving it at that. Sounds appropriate for a being who absolutely dominated the entire underworld, but not actual god-level, right?*

*That does sound like it'd be around the level of a demon lord as far as power goes. I'm not too knowledgeable about going above level 20 with character sheets, though, so I may not be the best judge at that.*

 *It'd just be adding another class on top of the first one. I'm thinking Paladin/Fighter.*

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

*Anybody here?*

*[crawls out from under the floorboards] I'm still here, if ya wanna rp!*

 *(Runs away immediately) I would love to rp. Do you want anyone, because I don’t have the drive to pick for myself.*

*[abyssal shrieking sounds] Let's see... Merabelle and Tim?*

 *Of course, as you wish.*

 Merabelle is gathering firewood for making food and such things, walking through the snow without any issue as she whistles to herself.

 Tim is playing some kind of card game with his older brother in the park, the broad smile on his face as they play.

*Sorry about the delay, I'm back now.*

Omori is helping gather firewood, a large bundle of twigs and branches in her arms that she's somewhat struggling to carry but still managing, following Merabelle around and occasionally adding more sticks to the bundle.

Helianth is nearby, taking in sunlight. It occasionally looks back the two playing the game, happy to see Tim is happy.

 *Its okay.*

 Every so often Merabelle takes a handful of sticks off of the stack, just to make sure the burden isn’t too much for Omori to bare, able to carry much more as she talks “Ya see, it ain’t bad fer a Druid ta take from nature, as long as we give back as much as we take. Nature’s all about balance, when ya can balance, ya can thrive.”

 Tim notices and waves them over, Tony happy to have them bringing over a friend of theirs, continuing to play silently.

"Balance... that sounds nice. I've heard people describing it as a cycle of sorts. Would that be correct?" She responds, listening attentively as she follows them.

The crooked flower shambles over, watching the game for a moment. "What game is this?" It asks, not having seen it before.

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from Former_Queen_Yvonne >>

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

*Anybody here?*

*[crawls out from under the floorboards] I'm still here, if ya wanna rp!*

 *(Runs away immediately) I would love to rp. Do you want anyone, because I don’t have the drive to pick for myself.*

*[abyssal shrieking sounds] Let's see... Merabelle and Tim?*

 *Of course, as you wish.*

 Merabelle is gathering firewood for making food and such things, walking through the snow without any issue as she whistles to herself.

 Tim is playing some kind of card game with his older brother in the park, the broad smile on his face as they play.

*Sorry about the delay, I'm back now.*

Omori is helping gather firewood, a large bundle of twigs and branches in her arms that she's somewhat struggling to carry but still managing, following Merabelle around and occasionally adding more sticks to the bundle.

Helianth is nearby, taking in sunlight. It occasionally looks back the two playing the game, happy to see Tim is happy.

 *Its okay.*

 Every so often Merabelle takes a handful of sticks off of the stack, just to make sure the burden isn’t too much for Omori to bare, able to carry much more as she talks “Ya see, it ain’t bad fer a Druid ta take from nature, as long as we give back as much as we take. Nature’s all about balance, when ya can balance, ya can thrive.”

 Tim notices and waves them over, Tony happy to have them bringing over a friend of theirs, continuing to play silently.

"Balance... that sounds nice. I've heard people describing it as a cycle of sorts. Would that be correct?" She responds, listening attentively as she follows them.

The crooked flower shambles over, watching the game for a moment. "What game is this?" It asks, not having seen it before.

 “A cycle ain’t wrong, every day, a little bit ‘ nature changes, in a circle. That’s why some things make cycles break, an’ that can destroy an entire ecosystem.” She pats their head “An’ it’s our job to stop that.”

 Tim smiles at them as they come closer “We don’t have a name for it, but I’ll teach you how to play if you want.” Tony happily moves out of the way for them to take his place.

Quote from DemonSlayer500 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*I am here and a bit depressed*

 *Im sorry to hear that, can I do anything to help?*

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*I am here and a bit depressed*

 *Is there anything I can do to help?*

*Unfortunately there is not much either of you can do but it elevate my downed spirits, would you two perhaps like to roleplay?*