[This introductory part serves as a way to introduce and interact with your characters. This is not going to be fast paced- don’t worry about missing out on interactions because the real campaign hasn’t started yet.]
On the road to Meletis lies a small border town. It’s small and quaint, free of any confict or anything rather exciting (whether good or bad). Its villagers are simple farm folk, and its most prominent building is its inn, the Cracked Cup. The inn itself is a popular place to stay for travelers headed towards Meletis and features three floors- two for innrooms and one for the main dining area. While it isn’t the nicest place, it’s cozy and warm.
The village of Kallipolis is a picturesque small village, located on a hilltop overlooking the Aegean sea. The village has always been considered a haven of peace, surrounded by lush olive groves, small vineyards and other crops.
Your characters have arrived here someway or another, perhaps after a weary day of travelling, a need to vacation, or maybe just fate. Feel free to interact and ask around. The innkeep is a kind looking half elven woman with olive colored skin, simple clothes, and chocolate brown hair.
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Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
A half elf looking person sits in the corner of the inn, furiously scribbling. They seem like a generic half elf, except for a few slight differences. They wear a greek drama mask, so none of their face or features are visible. Greek hoplite armor covers almost all of the rest of their body, but their hands are visible, and seem to covered in a thin layer of a greyish metal.
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
*No matter how un-greek the armour looks, it's based on actual greek leather armour.*
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
The masked figure looks up slightly, before going back to scribbling.
A woman in blue travelling clothes jogs into town, stopping to ask someone where the inn is. Once she's in the inn, she deposits a backpack, a sheathed longsword, and a bundle of Akroan armor on a bench, then slides in next to it. Her sharp, tanned face is framed on the sides by skin with the appearance of a starry sky, and above by short brown curls. After a minute, she stands up to order a meal and talk to the others in the inn.
The masked figure looks up slightly, before going back to scribbling.
The hooded one seems to gaze in your direction, because you can't see their eyes you can't tell what they're looking at, but the hairs on the back of your neck and prickling skin gives you the nasty feeling they're staring at you specifically.
A half elf looking person sits in the corner of the inn, furiously scribbling. They seem like a generic half elf, except for a few slight differences. They wear a greek drama mask, so none of their face or features are visible. Greek hoplite armor covers almost all of the rest of their body, but their hands are visible, and seem to covered in a thin layer of a greyish metal.
The blue-clothed woman, who has an extremely athletic build, walks over to the table and leans against a wall. "Are you a performer?"
A half elf looking person sits in the corner of the inn, furiously scribbling. They seem like a generic half elf, except for a few slight differences. They wear a greek drama mask, so none of their face or features are visible. Greek hoplite armor covers almost all of the rest of their body, but their hands are visible, and seem to covered in a thin layer of a greyish metal.
The blue-clothed woman, who has an extremely athletic build, walks over to the table and leans against a wall. "Are you a performer?"
The half elf looks up slightly, and speaks in a remarkably smooth and genderless voice
A man who looks exactly like Democritus walks in, looking around at everyone and walking over to the counter
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A man who looks exactly like Democritus walks in, looking around at everyone and walking over to the counter
The masked figure seems to get an idea, and also walks to the counter.
"One water for me, please."
"And one wine for me, ma'am"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A sparrow hops in the open doorway and looks around the room before perching on the umbrella stand and shaking the water off its glossy brown feathers. A few of his kin flap in, jostling on the umbrella stand and looking curiously around the room. A young man in a dressed simply in a plain chiton and sandals follows them in and, looking at nothing, takes a seat at the bar and asks for bread and cheese. Slinging an old pack and a hunting bow into the floor, he begins to eat almost as soon as the food touches the counter.
The hooded person finally takes off their cowl, revealing a rather strange-looking individual. Their skin is dark, far darker than is usual this far North; very clearly they come from further South down the continent. The second thing you would notice is their messy dark hair, with the single pale white streak pulled through it, as if it had been painted in rather than having occurred naturally. Finally, you notice the dark eyepatch over their left eye, over a nasty looking scar that clearly never healed fully. It stands stark against the bright green iris and eyeshadow of their right eye.
The hooded person finally takes off their cowl, revealing a rather strange-looking individual. Their skin is dark, far darker than is usual this far North; very clearly they come from further South down the continent. The second thing you would notice is their messy dark hair, with the single pale white streak pulled through it, as if it had been painted in rather than having occurred naturally. Finally, you notice the dark eyepatch over their left eye, over a nasty looking scar that clearly never healed fully. It stands stark against the bright green iris and eyeshadow of their right eye.
A few sparrows stare at her from the umbrella stand.
The hooded person finally takes off their cowl, revealing a rather strange-looking individual. Their skin is dark, far darker than is usual this far North; very clearly they come from further South down the continent. The second thing you would notice is their messy dark hair, with the single pale white streak pulled through it, as if it had been painted in rather than having occurred naturally. Finally, you notice the dark eyepatch over their left eye, over a nasty looking scar that clearly never healed fully. It stands stark against the bright green iris and eyeshadow of their right eye.
A few sparrows stare at her from the umbrella stand.
The woman glares back, more venomously than even their poison-green eye-shadow could have prepared the poor sparrows for.
[This introductory part serves as a way to introduce and interact with your characters. This is not going to be fast paced- don’t worry about missing out on interactions because the real campaign hasn’t started yet.]
On the road to Meletis lies a small border town. It’s small and quaint, free of any confict or anything rather exciting (whether good or bad). Its villagers are simple farm folk, and its most prominent building is its inn, the Cracked Cup. The inn itself is a popular place to stay for travelers headed towards Meletis and features three floors- two for innrooms and one for the main dining area. While it isn’t the nicest place, it’s cozy and warm.
The village of Kallipolis is a picturesque small village, located on a hilltop overlooking the Aegean sea. The village has always been considered a haven of peace, surrounded by lush olive groves, small vineyards and other crops.
Your characters have arrived here someway or another, perhaps after a weary day of travelling, a need to vacation, or maybe just fate. Feel free to interact and ask around. The innkeep is a kind looking half elven woman with olive colored skin, simple clothes, and chocolate brown hair.
Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
Storming into the tavern, dripping wet as if they'd somehow found the only patch of thunderstorm in the entire world, a rather roguish-looking figure with a hood pulled low over their face and a nasty, crooked bow strapped to their leather tunic slumps down in a chair in the very corner. They pull out a rather deadly looking knife, still coated in dried blood, and start flaking it off onto the floor using their fingernails. They don't ask for any food or drink, or seem even remotely interested in revealing their face: they simply look like a hooded man in studded leather armour, bits of dented bronze plate hanging to them by as little as threads in some cases.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
A half elf looking person sits in the corner of the inn, furiously scribbling. They seem like a generic half elf, except for a few slight differences. They wear a greek drama mask, so none of their face or features are visible. Greek hoplite armor covers almost all of the rest of their body, but their hands are visible, and seem to covered in a thin layer of a greyish metal.
N/A
*No matter how un-greek the armour looks, it's based on actual greek leather armour.*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
The masked figure looks up slightly, before going back to scribbling.
N/A
A woman in blue travelling clothes jogs into town, stopping to ask someone where the inn is. Once she's in the inn, she deposits a backpack, a sheathed longsword, and a bundle of Akroan armor on a bench, then slides in next to it. Her sharp, tanned face is framed on the sides by skin with the appearance of a starry sky, and above by short brown curls. After a minute, she stands up to order a meal and talk to the others in the inn.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
The hooded one seems to gaze in your direction, because you can't see their eyes you can't tell what they're looking at, but the hairs on the back of your neck and prickling skin gives you the nasty feeling they're staring at you specifically.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
The blue-clothed woman, who has an extremely athletic build, walks over to the table and leans against a wall. "Are you a performer?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
The half elf looks up slightly, and speaks in a remarkably smooth and genderless voice
"I... dabble in the arts. "
N/A
"The mask is an interesting choice."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Perhaps."
N/A
A man who looks exactly like Democritus walks in, looking around at everyone and walking over to the counter
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
The masked figure seems to get an idea, and also walks to the counter.
"One water for me, please."
N/A
"And one wine for me, ma'am"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
A sparrow hops in the open doorway and looks around the room before perching on the umbrella stand and shaking the water off its glossy brown feathers. A few of his kin flap in, jostling on the umbrella stand and looking curiously around the room. A young man in a dressed simply in a plain chiton and sandals follows them in and, looking at nothing, takes a seat at the bar and asks for bread and cheese. Slinging an old pack and a hunting bow into the floor, he begins to eat almost as soon as the food touches the counter.
Chilling kinda vibe.
The hooded person finally takes off their cowl, revealing a rather strange-looking individual. Their skin is dark, far darker than is usual this far North; very clearly they come from further South down the continent. The second thing you would notice is their messy dark hair, with the single pale white streak pulled through it, as if it had been painted in rather than having occurred naturally. Finally, you notice the dark eyepatch over their left eye, over a nasty looking scar that clearly never healed fully. It stands stark against the bright green iris and eyeshadow of their right eye.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
A few sparrows stare at her from the umbrella stand.
Chilling kinda vibe.
The woman smiles and nods. “Coming right up. Always lovely to see new people in town.”
Yet another cynophpbia alt. I apologize for the inconvenience :) Rock on my dudes.
The woman glares back, more venomously than even their poison-green eye-shadow could have prepared the poor sparrows for.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Depends on who has to deal with them."
N/A