Hello, fellow peopleens! I'm looking for 5 or 6 players to run a play-by-post game called It Should Be Fun Outside That Window or S.B.F.O.T.W for short. It'll be more RP than combat but I'll still have some combat in there. I'll be expecting some more experienced players but not crazy experienced play-this-everyday kind of player.
Follow all basic rules, be respectful, yadda yadda. It should be a simple, 5e campaign.
I do allow all races and classes (In rulebooks respectfully); Multiclassing exists, and we will be starting at level 3 for a fun and easygoing campaign. I can be on almost always but if we have a schedule we can deal with the schedule (hopefully). Just remember to have fun and enjoy the game! :)
Character Briefing
Username
Name
Race
Class
Background
Backstory
Specific Details
Character Sheet Link (If you have it ofc)
We will be making a private chat for discussion of characters in and out.
We will be using Point Buy, Equipment, Fixed HP, and Milestone Leveling.
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Hello, I'm a first time PbP player but have been playing 5e for 2 years. Most games I've played are combat heavy, so hoping to do more roleplay focused game.
Username - Hostile Primate
Name - Stann
Race - Bugbear
Class - Barbarian Path of the Beast
Background - Criminal
Backstory - Stann has been enforcer for local criminal organization for years. Tired of doing grunt work for little pay he has set out to find better prospects, and perhaps earn some respect.
Specific Details - I'm flexible on the specific details, and will work with DM to fit into their world.
That is a nice character; Once we get some 4 or 5 more people we can make a private message group and start! Just have a general appearance in mind and remember to have fun!
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"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Heyo, I am a first time PbP player too but have been playing & DMing 5e for 3-4 years. I am looking for a game to help fill some of my free time, so might not always be available but will definitely be able to check in often throughout the day. If that's not the vibe just lmk :)
Username antideri
Name Tom Phoenix
Race Warforged (skinned as human/warforged)
Class Ranger Fey Wanderer
Backstory Tom Brook was an artist, a peasant boy in love with his muse, a mysterious girl named Clara. When he turned 18, he hoped to propose, but to his surprise, she led him through the woods to a giant vineyard. It was then that he learned she was the only daughter of the richest family for miles. As the star-crossed lovers stood there, they were set upon by dogs patrolling the grounds. Clara was left untouched, but Tom's body was torn asunder. They were brought in, where Clara died, unwilling to go on without her true love. Tom, however, somehow clung to life. He was nursed back to health by a cleric/artificer who toiled for months until he finally rebuilt the right half of Tom's body from metal, clockwork and magic in a never seen before feat. The artificer dubbed him Tom Phoenix, for he had been reborn. Tom was accepted at his village by his parents, but the villagers treated him like a freak. Eventually, Tom set out into the world in search of a new muse.
Specific Details I wrote this character sheet up a while ago, so I do have some specific details (names etc) should the DM want them. I am more than happy to work to fit things in though :) There's a bit of homebrew, most of it in an attempt to nerf the warforged race a bit and some for fun. I will gladly change any of this if DM asks though!
Great characters so far! antideri, your character sheet is not really working with my computer; I think it might be because it is a google drive, it would be nice to import that sheet into dndbeyond unless you don't have Fey Wanderer and/or Warforged race and subclass that is! We will find a way, either way that is.
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"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Backstory: Originally made to be a flesh golem, forced to do the chores of it's master. It was an accident that Sanctity 4 was intelligent and able to think outside of it's commands. They knew it is not the way to live, but cannot go outside of it's orders. Instead of doing exactly what the master wanted, they did what the master asked to the letter to the annoyance of it's master. When Sanctity 4 found an odd ring that the master threw away, it hid it from the master to tinker it. When Sanctity 4 did, it unleashed a Djinn. When asked what it wanted, Sanctity replied that it wished that it was free from the master's control. The djinn agreed but in turn, must do whatever possible to free it.
It joined a criminal group that used Sanctity's looks to scare other gangs away and gain favor with it's group. It never liked being used in such a way, so when there was an opportunity elsewhere Sanctity took it.
Specific Details: Looks to be various creatures stitched together into one horrific creature. It hides its face and being as much as possible, knowing that many do not like how it looks. (I always wanted to play an undead creature and this is about as close as I can get without homebrew! )
Backstory: Brenward was an orphan that was taken in by the House of the Darkmoon. The monastery provide services to the various governments and wealthy non-governmental organizations. From an early age, Brenward was trained in the arts of espionage. He was trained in arts of disguise and how to blend in with wealthy/noble individuals. This character was originally created for another campaign, and had details associated with that specific campaign, including his first mission.
Username: VolcanoLair Name: Grudnik Race: Hobgoblin Class: Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind) Background: Urban Bounty Hunter Backstory: Grudnik was a loyal hobgoblin throughout his formative years, except that for some reason he could not explain, no-one else could see his comrade Yarbuk who was always getting into trouble and never getting caught. This left Grudnik constantly in trouble and having to take the punishment which was severe. By the time he reached adulthood the incidents had become stranger and more embarrassing. His superiors decided he was not fit to serve and so banished him from the clan, sending him out alone to perish or survive by his own wits. It was at this point Yarbuk disappeared, but Grudnik started to discover that the things Yarbuk had done, he could now do without him there. Things like moving an object or lighting a torch from a distance. During his travels he did his best to control his abilities, and when he reached the local settlement was able to use them to help him earn coin as a bounty hunter. Specific Details: Grudnik has a slim build, red complexion, long pointed ears that stick out to the side and long brown hair. He has small protruding pointed teeth on his lower jaw.
(What method for ability score generation, hit points, equipment etc? Or will this be discussed with successful applicants in private chat?)
Thanks for asking! I'm doing equipment only, a point-buy system, fixed hitpoints, and milestone level-ups. Of course, most of these things have already been discussed in a private chat but I should've thought to put it here first!
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
AS OF RIGHT NOW, 6:11 CST, WE ARE NO LONGER ACCEPTING CHARACTER SHEETS.
If you wish to join, umm, sorry! Maybe wait until one of the cast members die? Or just use the character you had for another campaign! Best wishes to all who missed out!
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"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Backstory: Originally made to be a flesh golem, forced to do the chores of it's master. It was an accident that Sanctity 4 was intelligent and able to think outside of it's commands. They knew it is not the way to live, but cannot go outside of it's orders. Instead of doing exactly what the master wanted, they did what the master asked to the letter to the annoyance of it's master. When Sanctity 4 found an odd ring that the master threw away, it hid it from the master to tinker it. When Sanctity 4 did, it unleashed a Djinn. When asked what it wanted, Sanctity replied that it wished that it was free from the master's control. The djinn agreed but in turn, must do whatever possible to free it.
It joined a criminal group that used Sanctity's looks to scare other gangs away and gain favor with it's group. It never liked being used in such a way, so when there was an opportunity elsewhere Sanctity took it.
Specific Details: Looks to be various creatures stitched together into one horrific creature. It hides its face and being as much as possible, knowing that many do not like how it looks. (I always wanted to play an undead creature and this is about as close as I can get without homebrew! )
For the longest time Harper was a inquisitor for a local church and bishop until he found out the secrets the church held. They were using demons blood to bring the dead back to life. Harler fled but not before the Church chopped off one of his arms and devoured the flesh. He ran into the woods, almost dead from loss of blood when a woman of the woods (wood elf) helped him and taught him the ways of nature.
Background: Acolyte
Specific Details: He is not easy to trust new people.
Character Sheet Link (If you have it ofc): Still in making :)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It's December, or as locals call it, Demurst, and all throughout the small villages and pathways, there is a small, blue streetlight that shines even the darkest of paths.
Even with the blue lights and streaks of festival traditions, there still is that underlying sense of fear. Fear of another turmoil. Fear of the unknown. Fear of war.
War. What is war but just a bunch of swords and a piece of paraiment? Is it made to hurt? Is it's ending to heal? Either way, battle is over, per se and the happy-go-lucky parties begin.
It is the end of the longer war is history; The Regali's War. It was one of the longest wars in the history of Unquenos, land of ice and snow. And you are a young victim of it. Whatever the circumstance may be, you find yourself in a small village with little people and trade. There is a tavern, a trading square, and some houses around.
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Grudnik walks across the trading square towards the tavern, his slim frame dressed in his finest clothing with a long jacket and calf high boots keeping him protected from the elements. His red skin looking darker in the feint blue festival lights. His long brown hair swept back behind his protruding red ears and, as with most hobgoblins, he had two small pointed teeth jutting up from his lower jaw.
The end of war celebrations were a bit strange to him, war being typical in his culture. All hobgoblin children were brought up to become a part of their military. But he hadn’t been back there for some time, and neither would he be welcome if he were to return.
Now he was here and had to make the best of it, and that meant earning coin. Not a likely prospect in this small village, but he needed somewhere to stay on his way to a bigger town or city. Of course he could get lucky and run across a mark, but he wasn’t entirely sure there would be coin paid for bringing in deserters now the war had ended.
He opens the door to the tavern and steps inside....
Inside, at a table now filled with empty plates and mugs, a bugbear is finishing his meal. Stann's large form is covered by sandy fur and scars. Yellow eyes under a heavy brow turn to regard the newcomer, showing no love for his goblin-kin. Amongst the jovial patrons it was impossible the 7' tall brute would escape notice.
This small town was meant to be a quiet place to figure out his next move away from the eyes of his former employer and something about the little hobgoblin didn't sit right.
I have been walking for the better part of the day when I finally see a village up ahead. Like the last village, it is lit brightly with cold blue festival lights. However, this town looks much less lively than the last. I shrug it off, figuring it is probably the beginning of the workweek. Still, the village doesn't look very inspiring, and I consider simply passing it by. However, the bitter wind on my face and the hunger in my stomach convince me otherwise. I draw my cloak closer around my machinery and check my coin purse. 10 gold pieces... Not terrible funding, but it couldn't hurt to bolster it.
The village is empty but for a finely dressed hobgoblin, who makes a beeline for what looks to be the town tavern. I follow, drawn inside by the warm light and the promise of food, drink and conversation. If I'm lucky, I might even find a chance to ply my trade, I think as I step into the tavern.
Grudnik enters the tavern and feels a wall of warmth as the heat from the large fireplace hits him. He looks around to see quite a few tables taken, most likely occupied by locals, and then his gaze lands on a large sandy furred Bugbear. His eyes narrow very slightly as he takes in their scarred form, sat on a table to themselves. In fact they were unsurprisingly surrounded by vacant tables, everyone else in the tavern choosing to keep their distance.
He wanders over to the fire, keeping the bugbear in his peripheral vision. It was unexpected to see another goblinoid here and he couldn't help but wonder what brought them to this village. He extends his hands to the fire to warm them and notices a couple of others enter the tavern after him. Feeling warmer he heads to a table in the corner and sits down, happy to see the bugbear had just eaten. It shouldn't be long before they were asleep, he thought with a wry smile.
Busy night fer a lil town,Stann thought, as more travelers filtered in from the cold. Fishing into his coin purse, he throws the silver down on the table to cover his meals. Reaching down the bugbear collected his back and large hammer off floor before standing up. Not intending on sleeping in the cold Stann moved towards the bar, Odd fer hobgoblin to be alone, 'specially a puny one. He steps around the Genasi on his way way to the barman.
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Hello, fellow peopleens! I'm looking for 5 or 6 players to run a play-by-post game called It Should Be Fun Outside That Window or S.B.F.O.T.W for short. It'll be more RP than combat but I'll still have some combat in there. I'll be expecting some more experienced players but not crazy experienced play-this-everyday kind of player.
Follow all basic rules, be respectful, yadda yadda. It should be a simple, 5e campaign.
I do allow all races and classes (In rulebooks respectfully); Multiclassing exists, and we will be starting at level 3 for a fun and easygoing campaign. I can be on almost always but if we have a schedule we can deal with the schedule (hopefully). Just remember to have fun and enjoy the game! :)
Character Briefing
Username
Name
Race
Class
Background
Backstory
Specific Details
Character Sheet Link (If you have it ofc)
We will be making a private chat for discussion of characters in and out.
We will be using Point Buy, Equipment, Fixed HP, and Milestone Leveling.
Have fun and remember
Do not fake the rolls >:(...
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Hello, I'm a first time PbP player but have been playing 5e for 2 years. Most games I've played are combat heavy, so hoping to do more roleplay focused game.
Username - Hostile Primate
Name - Stann
Race - Bugbear
Class - Barbarian Path of the Beast
Background - Criminal
Backstory - Stann has been enforcer for local criminal organization for years. Tired of doing grunt work for little pay he has set out to find better prospects, and perhaps earn some respect.
Specific Details - I'm flexible on the specific details, and will work with DM to fit into their world.
Character Sheet Link - https://ddb.ac/characters/63508529/Wpc100
That is a nice character; Once we get some 4 or 5 more people we can make a private message group and start! Just have a general appearance in mind and remember to have fun!
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Heyo, I am a first time PbP player too but have been playing & DMing 5e for 3-4 years. I am looking for a game to help fill some of my free time, so might not always be available but will definitely be able to check in often throughout the day. If that's not the vibe just lmk :)
Username antideri
Name Tom Phoenix
Race Warforged (skinned as human/warforged)
Class Ranger Fey Wanderer
Backstory Tom Brook was an artist, a peasant boy in love with his muse, a mysterious girl named Clara. When he turned 18, he hoped to propose, but to his surprise, she led him through the woods to a giant vineyard. It was then that he learned she was the only daughter of the richest family for miles. As the star-crossed lovers stood there, they were set upon by dogs patrolling the grounds. Clara was left untouched, but Tom's body was torn asunder. They were brought in, where Clara died, unwilling to go on without her true love. Tom, however, somehow clung to life. He was nursed back to health by a cleric/artificer who toiled for months until he finally rebuilt the right half of Tom's body from metal, clockwork and magic in a never seen before feat. The artificer dubbed him Tom Phoenix, for he had been reborn. Tom was accepted at his village by his parents, but the villagers treated him like a freak. Eventually, Tom set out into the world in search of a new muse.
Specific Details I wrote this character sheet up a while ago, so I do have some specific details (names etc) should the DM want them. I am more than happy to work to fit things in though :) There's a bit of homebrew, most of it in an attempt to nerf the warforged race a bit and some for fun. I will gladly change any of this if DM asks though!
Character Sheet Link https://drive.google.com/file/d/1It0nzeKrF55N4Un4dHZRbNS78QNSCwHN/view?usp=sharing
Questing for a Ring of Fire Elemental Command.
Great characters so far! antideri, your character sheet is not really working with my computer; I think it might be because it is a google drive, it would be nice to import that sheet into dndbeyond unless you don't have Fey Wanderer and/or Warforged race and subclass that is! We will find a way, either way that is.
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Username: Dead Ones
Name: Sanctity 4
Race: Warforged
Class: Warlock (Djinn Dao)
Background: Criminal
Backstory: Originally made to be a flesh golem, forced to do the chores of it's master. It was an accident that Sanctity 4 was intelligent and able to think outside of it's commands. They knew it is not the way to live, but cannot go outside of it's orders. Instead of doing exactly what the master wanted, they did what the master asked to the letter to the annoyance of it's master. When Sanctity 4 found an odd ring that the master threw away, it hid it from the master to tinker it. When Sanctity 4 did, it unleashed a Djinn. When asked what it wanted, Sanctity replied that it wished that it was free from the master's control. The djinn agreed but in turn, must do whatever possible to free it.
It joined a criminal group that used Sanctity's looks to scare other gangs away and gain favor with it's group. It never liked being used in such a way, so when there was an opportunity elsewhere Sanctity took it.
Specific Details: Looks to be various creatures stitched together into one horrific creature. It hides its face and being as much as possible, knowing that many do not like how it looks. (I always wanted to play an undead creature and this is about as close as I can get without homebrew! )
Character Sheet Link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/DeadOnes/characters/63926245
Username: Siyaj Kak
Name: Brendan Darkmoon
Race: Variant Human
Class: Monk
Background: Spy
Backstory: Brenward was an orphan that was taken in by the House of the Darkmoon. The monastery provide services to the various governments and wealthy non-governmental organizations. From an early age, Brenward was trained in the arts of espionage. He was trained in arts of disguise and how to blend in with wealthy/noble individuals. This character was originally created for another campaign, and had details associated with that specific campaign, including his first mission.
Specific Details: Ability scores: 10 12 11 8 5 15
Character Sheet Link (If you have it ofc): https://ddb.ac/characters/61340161/O9Q7hW (I'll be updating the stats shortly, once I can see the ones I rolled).
Username: VolcanoLair
Name: Grudnik
Race: Hobgoblin
Class: Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind)
Background: Urban Bounty Hunter
Backstory: Grudnik was a loyal hobgoblin throughout his formative years, except that for some reason he could not explain, no-one else could see his comrade Yarbuk who was always getting into trouble and never getting caught. This left Grudnik constantly in trouble and having to take the punishment which was severe. By the time he reached adulthood the incidents had become stranger and more embarrassing. His superiors decided he was not fit to serve and so banished him from the clan, sending him out alone to perish or survive by his own wits. It was at this point Yarbuk disappeared, but Grudnik started to discover that the things Yarbuk had done, he could now do without him there. Things like moving an object or lighting a torch from a distance. During his travels he did his best to control his abilities, and when he reached the local settlement was able to use them to help him earn coin as a bounty hunter.
Specific Details: Grudnik has a slim build, red complexion, long pointed ears that stick out to the side and long brown hair. He has small protruding pointed teeth on his lower jaw.
(What method for ability score generation, hit points, equipment etc? Or will this be discussed with successful applicants in private chat?)
Thanks for asking! I'm doing equipment only, a point-buy system, fixed hitpoints, and milestone level-ups. Of course, most of these things have already been discussed in a private chat but I should've thought to put it here first!
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
AS OF RIGHT NOW, 6:11 CST, WE ARE NO LONGER ACCEPTING CHARACTER SHEETS.
If you wish to join, umm, sorry! Maybe wait until one of the cast members die? Or just use the character you had for another campaign! Best wishes to all who missed out!
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
This might be the flavor you are looking for:
http://dnd5e.*******.com/reborn
Looks like Origin 2 on table is pretty close to what you describe.
Username: @WendigoOfLore
Name: Harper alexander lee
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Backstory:
For the longest time Harper was a inquisitor for a local church and bishop until he found out the secrets the church held. They were using demons blood to bring the dead back to life. Harler fled but not before the Church chopped off one of his arms and devoured the flesh. He ran into the woods, almost dead from loss of blood when a woman of the woods (wood elf) helped him and taught him the ways of nature.
Background: Acolyte
Specific Details: He is not easy to trust new people.
Character Sheet Link (If you have it ofc): Still in making :)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
First Post
It's December, or as locals call it, Demurst, and all throughout the small villages and pathways, there is a small, blue streetlight that shines even the darkest of paths.
Even with the blue lights and streaks of festival traditions, there still is that underlying sense of fear. Fear of another turmoil. Fear of the unknown. Fear of war.
War. What is war but just a bunch of swords and a piece of paraiment? Is it made to hurt? Is it's ending to heal? Either way, battle is over, per se and the happy-go-lucky parties begin.
It is the end of the longer war is history; The Regali's War. It was one of the longest wars in the history of Unquenos, land of ice and snow. And you are a young victim of it. Whatever the circumstance may be, you find yourself in a small village with little people and trade. There is a tavern, a trading square, and some houses around.
"Imagine nerfing wizards so they can't cast ritual spells even if they don't have the prepared AND making it so they can't change their spells after every long rest. Oh yeah, that's my DM..."
- Elanorela, the Gnome Monk (Mercy) Wizard (Bladesinger) with a base AC of 17
"I wanted to say I told you so, but my god wouldn't allow it..."
- Sebastian, the Half-Elf Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline) that is the victim of many 7 damage attacks. (His max HP is, you guessed it, 7)
Grudnik walks across the trading square towards the tavern, his slim frame dressed in his finest clothing with a long jacket and calf high boots keeping him protected from the elements. His red skin looking darker in the feint blue festival lights. His long brown hair swept back behind his protruding red ears and, as with most hobgoblins, he had two small pointed teeth jutting up from his lower jaw.
The end of war celebrations were a bit strange to him, war being typical in his culture. All hobgoblin children were brought up to become a part of their military. But he hadn’t been back there for some time, and neither would he be welcome if he were to return.
Now he was here and had to make the best of it, and that meant earning coin. Not a likely prospect in this small village, but he needed somewhere to stay on his way to a bigger town or city. Of course he could get lucky and run across a mark, but he wasn’t entirely sure there would be coin paid for bringing in deserters now the war had ended.
He opens the door to the tavern and steps inside....
Inside, at a table now filled with empty plates and mugs, a bugbear is finishing his meal. Stann's large form is covered by sandy fur and scars. Yellow eyes under a heavy brow turn to regard the newcomer, showing no love for his goblin-kin. Amongst the jovial patrons it was impossible the 7' tall brute would escape notice.
This small town was meant to be a quiet place to figure out his next move away from the eyes of his former employer and something about the little hobgoblin didn't sit right.
Tom Phoenix
I have been walking for the better part of the day when I finally see a village up ahead. Like the last village, it is lit brightly with cold blue festival lights. However, this town looks much less lively than the last. I shrug it off, figuring it is probably the beginning of the workweek. Still, the village doesn't look very inspiring, and I consider simply passing it by. However, the bitter wind on my face and the hunger in my stomach convince me otherwise. I draw my cloak closer around my machinery and check my coin purse. 10 gold pieces... Not terrible funding, but it couldn't hurt to bolster it.
The village is empty but for a finely dressed hobgoblin, who makes a beeline for what looks to be the town tavern. I follow, drawn inside by the warm light and the promise of food, drink and conversation. If I'm lucky, I might even find a chance to ply my trade, I think as I step into the tavern.
Questing for a Ring of Fire Elemental Command.
Grudnik enters the tavern and feels a wall of warmth as the heat from the large fireplace hits him. He looks around to see quite a few tables taken, most likely occupied by locals, and then his gaze lands on a large sandy furred Bugbear. His eyes narrow very slightly as he takes in their scarred form, sat on a table to themselves. In fact they were unsurprisingly surrounded by vacant tables, everyone else in the tavern choosing to keep their distance.
He wanders over to the fire, keeping the bugbear in his peripheral vision. It was unexpected to see another goblinoid here and he couldn't help but wonder what brought them to this village. He extends his hands to the fire to warm them and notices a couple of others enter the tavern after him. Feeling warmer he heads to a table in the corner and sits down, happy to see the bugbear had just eaten. It shouldn't be long before they were asleep, he thought with a wry smile.
Busy night fer a lil town, Stann thought, as more travelers filtered in from the cold. Fishing into his coin purse, he throws the silver down on the table to cover his meals. Reaching down the bugbear collected his back and large hammer off floor before standing up. Not intending on sleeping in the cold Stann moved towards the bar, Odd fer hobgoblin to be alone, 'specially a puny one. He steps around the Genasi on his way way to the barman.