Backstory: I was given as a babe to a monastic order and trained since birth. The order trained me in subtlety and silence. How to reach an unaware target and leave without a trace. I delighted in my training however, my ancestry and abilities made me long to be free of our small compound. Eventually this caused the death of one special to me and I am solely to blame. My shame has caused my removal from my home. I seek to forge a name and reputation for myself to bring honor to my home and thus forgiveness.
(The back story needs some work and I am working on expanding it. Made this quickly when I had the idea before it disappeared.)
Welcome back to D&D, and specifically to 5e, to Danmrman! I've been wanting to play a rogue, so here we go...
Name: Jasper (no last name)
Race: Tabaxi
Class: Rogue (arcane trickster eventually), planning to take some warlock levels (Archfey) for extra arcane trickery
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Backstory: Jasper was found in the Feywild as a youngster, and was thus given his name by the creatures that lived there. He does not know his last name, and does not really have any parents that he knows of, as the creatures of the Fey helped him out but no individual took care of him fully. His raucous, curious nature fit in well with the various satyrs, faeries and other Fey creatures for a while as any negative traits were just chalked up to his youth. As he got older, larger, and more aware of himself, however, his antics wore thin even to the free spirited Fey folk that had gotten to know him. Eventually he was shunned and forced to leave, eventually finding his way to the material plane.
Here in the material plane Jasper found an increased lust for his mischief, as it was so easy for him to steal shiny things and cause trouble simply for his own amusement. Quickly he became lonely though, as a laugh isn't quite as good if not shared. None the less, Jasper has no trouble entertaining himself whether it be by obsessing over something fancy he wants to steal, causing minor harms to others just for play, or taunting others just to laugh at their increasing rage.
Not being one to completely be a loaner, Jasper was eager to find some like minded troublemakers. One day a tiefling in disguise caught him trying to steal in a market, and instead of giving him trouble, made him a proposition. He suggested they work together, as this man calling himself simply Zade needed help obtaining a few items he'd had his eye on. The two worked together on quite a few schemes to relieve people of their valuables and their coin in the coming weeks, Zade even giving Jasper a Hat of Disguise to help him blend in with the locals. Jasper quickly grew uneasy with the relationship, however. It wasn't that much fun after a bit, really, as Zade was not as care free and fun and Jasper. Jasper also got an increasingly creepy vibe from the man. Eventually, on one job in a large city they traveled to, mistakes were made and the unlikely pair found themselves in the private chambers of a wealthy merchant, city guard surrounding them outside each exit, calling for them to surrender. In that moment, Zade turned on Jasper, ripping the hat from Jasper's head to reveal his true tabaxi form and simply saying "sorry, friend." Zade teleported away and left Jasper trapped in a box. The guards entered and surrounded the tabaxi thief, moving in closer and closer to grab him. With a fair bit of luck, Jasper made his move just as they got close. He sprung from a chair to the chandelier with his feline agility, swung, and backflipped on the head of the ranking guard lieutenant, clawing at his face before springing towards the exit. A few guards cut him off, but he climbed right up over them on the wall, claws embedded in fancy wallpaper, and tumbled beyond them and out the door. Although betrayed, Jasper was very lucky that night.
Now it has only been a couple of days since this incident, and the guards are on high alert looking for this unique looking thief. Jasper is laying low, against his natural instincts. He knows he should just leave town, but there are several more items that he's had his eye on and he craves them more than he fears for his safety. It won't be long before Jasper is up to more trouble, guards on high alert or not...
*Ideally will flesh out any NPC's including Zade, perhaps the now scarred guard Lieutenant, etc. with the DM if chosen.
*I can typically post several times a day, barring and weekend activities that prohibit it. I keep up with my campaigns daily and would let you know if I was going to be absent for more than 24 hours.
*Experienced 5e player, although no previous editions, and well versed in the rules so happy to help out there as you adapt from older editions if you'd like.
Dearg takes a moment and examine his surroundings trying to remember where he had been and where he currently is. He studies his, companion, that he has found himself with. After dismissing most of the building from being useful he cautiously moves over to the seal scroll and examines it without touching it.
He again looks over his companion, seeing no other choice he speaks softly. HIs voice barely above the sound of a small breeze.
"Hello, I am called Dearg. May I ask who you are and if you have any idea where we are?"
The stranger in the room sees a cat like creature sit up, his large, wide eyes blinking several times in silence. The tabaxi is long and lanky, his black circular spots dotting his otherwise yellow fur. The tabaxi looks at the stranger, looks over at the table of gear, back at the stranger, and then springs to his feat. He uses his feline agility and excellent acrobatics to vault onto the slab. Grabbing a dagger and pointing it at the stranger while perched kneeling on the slab, he hisses, whiskers twitching. "Who are you?"he asks in a raspy voice, staring coldly.
Initiative: 22
Acrobatics: 16
OOC
Hi guys! Excited for the game! DM, how common are tabaxi in this world and around these parts? Just curious.
When Jasper speaks, I'm imagining some sort of raspy, accented voice, perhaps like Benecio del Toro in some of his roles (but not impossible to understand, like in some others!)
"Take a moment and look around. If I wanted to harm you I would not let you see me first. I do not remember coming here, do you?"
With the sight of the drawn dagger I shift slightly, taking on a ready stance. I do not reach for any weapons however my right hand forms a tight fist that I have close to my side.
"If you are ready to listen to me this time, my name is Dearg. Who are you?"
Jasper's cat like snear relaxes along with his whiskers as Dearg speaks. He says very matter of factly "oh yeah, you did say that already, didn't you". The lanky cat begins gazing up at the damaged beam and the items on the table. Realizing that there seems to intentionally be just the right amount of gear for the two of them on the table, but it is not his original personal belongings, he adds "what game is this?" "We seem not to be prisoners, eh? As much as I'd like to leave you here, 'friend', I am curious, as I tend to be, you see. What is it that we have in common that has brought us together here, I wonder, eh? I am Jasper. Dearg, is it? Like 'Dee - are -g' or 'Dear - g'?"
Jasper begins picking donning one set of the leather armor and stowing exactly half of all of the items on the slab, as appears to be intended.
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"Dee are -g. Thank you for asking. Seeing this gear and our surroundings, and the look of you, I would gander you prefer to stick to the shadows as I do. Why we're here and how that came to be I do not have a clue. Let see if this scroll has anything helpful to tell."
I also collect my half of the gear. I study the leather armor for a moment and then stow it away with the rest of the items. I keep myself armed with a single shortsword and keep the daggers at my belt.
I study the scroll for a few moments ( Perception: 8 ) and then open it up to read the contents. I move slightly to the side so Jasper can see as well.
This carries on for at least a few seconds longer than is comfortable, depending on Dearg's reaction. Jasper is just messing with him for his own amusement and to see how long it takes for this new 'friend' to get flustered.
"Hehe, just messing with you Dearg!"
"Well that's just great. You know of this Silverhand? Karny? Morty the Bloody? er, Thirsty? er, whatever it was? Sounds like it might as well read 'skip town or else' to me! What'ya say? Know of any shiny baubles in another city I, I mean you, I mean we, could go fetch instead?"
Dearg remains calm and stoic while the tabaxi prattles on. Once he has quieted down he lets the silence stretch for just a moment longer than comfortable gauging how long it takes his compatriot to fidget.
"I prefer to be the hunter to the hunted. We may have a chance to turn it around that way soon. For now I do not see any other path except to move forward with this plan until we can gather some more information. Certainly there is little to be gained from staying in a place such as this.
Let us leave this place and find the Salty Wench and speak to this Tobias. I would like to see if he know anything about this hunter that we could turn into prey.
Shall we?
I glance a moment at Jasper before making my why up the broken ceiling beam and cautiously poking my head out to take a look around.
Jasper's eyes slowly grow wide, his neck stretches out towards Dearg, and his mouth slowly falls open as he waits for a response on the intentional mispronunciation. Soon he at risk of having to slip off of the slab if he is to continue this impatient motion any further. Suddenly his eyes narrow and he nimbly hops back to a more balanced stance. "I see what you're doing, 'friend'." He stays silent for another second, staring, before quickly snapping "well played" with some resentment in his voice for having his play turned around on him as he spins, turning his back on Dearg to finish getting ready.
While he finishes getting ready to go and watches Dearg climb up to inspect their exit, Jasper pipes up again in a more friendly tone. "Yes. You're right. Let's go meet this Toby. Then let's kill the thirsty guy. What do you know about this Tower?"
Jasper ponders the setup of this place as he stairs down into the well. He thinks to himself "well you won't catch me dead down there!" "Crazy humans. They build a room with no doors? Some idiot probably just forgot. It would have been the only way in or out, though, eh? Hmmm...." He makes a mental note of this odd setup for later, although this cat has no intention of ever going in the sewers.
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This sounds like a entertaining excursion and would like to join!
Name: Dearg
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Monk(Way of Shadow)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Backstory:
I was given as a babe to a monastic order and trained since birth. The order trained me in subtlety and silence. How to reach an unaware target and leave without a trace. I delighted in my training however, my ancestry and abilities made me long to be free of our small compound. Eventually this caused the death of one special to me and I am solely to blame. My shame has caused my removal from my home. I seek to forge a name and reputation for myself to bring honor to my home and thus forgiveness.
(The back story needs some work and I am working on expanding it. Made this quickly when I had the idea before it disappeared.)
Welcome back to D&D, and specifically to 5e, to Danmrman! I've been wanting to play a rogue, so here we go...
Name: Jasper (no last name)
Race: Tabaxi
Class: Rogue (arcane trickster eventually), planning to take some warlock levels (Archfey) for extra arcane trickery
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Backstory: Jasper was found in the Feywild as a youngster, and was thus given his name by the creatures that lived there. He does not know his last name, and does not really have any parents that he knows of, as the creatures of the Fey helped him out but no individual took care of him fully. His raucous, curious nature fit in well with the various satyrs, faeries and other Fey creatures for a while as any negative traits were just chalked up to his youth. As he got older, larger, and more aware of himself, however, his antics wore thin even to the free spirited Fey folk that had gotten to know him. Eventually he was shunned and forced to leave, eventually finding his way to the material plane.
Here in the material plane Jasper found an increased lust for his mischief, as it was so easy for him to steal shiny things and cause trouble simply for his own amusement. Quickly he became lonely though, as a laugh isn't quite as good if not shared. None the less, Jasper has no trouble entertaining himself whether it be by obsessing over something fancy he wants to steal, causing minor harms to others just for play, or taunting others just to laugh at their increasing rage.
Not being one to completely be a loaner, Jasper was eager to find some like minded troublemakers. One day a tiefling in disguise caught him trying to steal in a market, and instead of giving him trouble, made him a proposition. He suggested they work together, as this man calling himself simply Zade needed help obtaining a few items he'd had his eye on. The two worked together on quite a few schemes to relieve people of their valuables and their coin in the coming weeks, Zade even giving Jasper a Hat of Disguise to help him blend in with the locals. Jasper quickly grew uneasy with the relationship, however. It wasn't that much fun after a bit, really, as Zade was not as care free and fun and Jasper. Jasper also got an increasingly creepy vibe from the man. Eventually, on one job in a large city they traveled to, mistakes were made and the unlikely pair found themselves in the private chambers of a wealthy merchant, city guard surrounding them outside each exit, calling for them to surrender. In that moment, Zade turned on Jasper, ripping the hat from Jasper's head to reveal his true tabaxi form and simply saying "sorry, friend." Zade teleported away and left Jasper trapped in a box. The guards entered and surrounded the tabaxi thief, moving in closer and closer to grab him. With a fair bit of luck, Jasper made his move just as they got close. He sprung from a chair to the chandelier with his feline agility, swung, and backflipped on the head of the ranking guard lieutenant, clawing at his face before springing towards the exit. A few guards cut him off, but he climbed right up over them on the wall, claws embedded in fancy wallpaper, and tumbled beyond them and out the door. Although betrayed, Jasper was very lucky that night.
Now it has only been a couple of days since this incident, and the guards are on high alert looking for this unique looking thief. Jasper is laying low, against his natural instincts. He knows he should just leave town, but there are several more items that he's had his eye on and he craves them more than he fears for his safety. It won't be long before Jasper is up to more trouble, guards on high alert or not...
*Ideally will flesh out any NPC's including Zade, perhaps the now scarred guard Lieutenant, etc. with the DM if chosen.
*I can typically post several times a day, barring and weekend activities that prohibit it. I keep up with my campaigns daily and would let you know if I was going to be absent for more than 24 hours.
*Experienced 5e player, although no previous editions, and well versed in the rules so happy to help out there as you adapt from older editions if you'd like.
Dearg takes a moment and examine his surroundings trying to remember where he had been and where he currently is. He studies his, companion, that he has found himself with. After dismissing most of the building from being useful he cautiously moves over to the seal scroll and examines it without touching it.
He again looks over his companion, seeing no other choice he speaks softly. HIs voice barely above the sound of a small breeze.
"Hello, I am called Dearg. May I ask who you are and if you have any idea where we are?"
The stranger in the room sees a cat like creature sit up, his large, wide eyes blinking several times in silence. The tabaxi is long and lanky, his black circular spots dotting his otherwise yellow fur. The tabaxi looks at the stranger, looks over at the table of gear, back at the stranger, and then springs to his feat. He uses his feline agility and excellent acrobatics to vault onto the slab. Grabbing a dagger and pointing it at the stranger while perched kneeling on the slab, he hisses, whiskers twitching. "Who are you?" he asks in a raspy voice, staring coldly.
Initiative: 22
Acrobatics: 16
OOC
Hi guys! Excited for the game! DM, how common are tabaxi in this world and around these parts? Just curious.
When Jasper speaks, I'm imagining some sort of raspy, accented voice, perhaps like Benecio del Toro in some of his roles (but not impossible to understand, like in some others!)
"Take a moment and look around. If I wanted to harm you I would not let you see me first. I do not remember coming here, do you?"
With the sight of the drawn dagger I shift slightly, taking on a ready stance. I do not reach for any weapons however my right hand forms a tight fist that I have close to my side.
"If you are ready to listen to me this time, my name is Dearg. Who are you?"
Jasper's cat like snear relaxes along with his whiskers as Dearg speaks. He says very matter of factly "oh yeah, you did say that already, didn't you". The lanky cat begins gazing up at the damaged beam and the items on the table. Realizing that there seems to intentionally be just the right amount of gear for the two of them on the table, but it is not his original personal belongings, he adds "what game is this?" "We seem not to be prisoners, eh? As much as I'd like to leave you here, 'friend', I am curious, as I tend to be, you see. What is it that we have in common that has brought us together here, I wonder, eh? I am Jasper. Dearg, is it? Like 'Dee - are -g' or 'Dear - g'?"
Jasper begins picking donning one set of the leather armor and stowing exactly half of all of the items on the slab, as appears to be intended.
OOC . I will edit my gear list later today.
"Dee are -g. Thank you for asking. Seeing this gear and our surroundings, and the look of you, I would gander you prefer to stick to the shadows as I do. Why we're here and how that came to be I do not have a clue. Let see if this scroll has anything helpful to tell."
I also collect my half of the gear. I study the leather armor for a moment and then stow it away with the rest of the items. I keep myself armed with a single shortsword and keep the daggers at my belt.
I study the scroll for a few moments ( Perception: 8 ) and then open it up to read the contents. I move slightly to the side so Jasper can see as well.
"Dear-gah?"
(pause)
"Deer-gah?"
(pause)
This carries on for at least a few seconds longer than is comfortable, depending on Dearg's reaction. Jasper is just messing with him for his own amusement and to see how long it takes for this new 'friend' to get flustered.
"Hehe, just messing with you Dearg!"
"Well that's just great. You know of this Silverhand? Karny? Morty the Bloody? er, Thirsty? er, whatever it was? Sounds like it might as well read 'skip town or else' to me! What'ya say? Know of any shiny baubles in another city I, I mean you, I mean we, could go fetch instead?"
Dearg remains calm and stoic while the tabaxi prattles on. Once he has quieted down he lets the silence stretch for just a moment longer than comfortable gauging how long it takes his compatriot to fidget.
"I prefer to be the hunter to the hunted. We may have a chance to turn it around that way soon. For now I do not see any other path except to move forward with this plan until we can gather some more information. Certainly there is little to be gained from staying in a place such as this.
Let us leave this place and find the Salty Wench and speak to this Tobias. I would like to see if he know anything about this hunter that we could turn into prey.
Shall we?
I glance a moment at Jasper before making my why up the broken ceiling beam and cautiously poking my head out to take a look around.
Jasper's eyes slowly grow wide, his neck stretches out towards Dearg, and his mouth slowly falls open as he waits for a response on the intentional mispronunciation. Soon he at risk of having to slip off of the slab if he is to continue this impatient motion any further. Suddenly his eyes narrow and he nimbly hops back to a more balanced stance. "I see what you're doing, 'friend'." He stays silent for another second, staring, before quickly snapping "well played" with some resentment in his voice for having his play turned around on him as he spins, turning his back on Dearg to finish getting ready.
While he finishes getting ready to go and watches Dearg climb up to inspect their exit, Jasper pipes up again in a more friendly tone. "Yes. You're right. Let's go meet this Toby. Then let's kill the thirsty guy. What do you know about this Tower?"
Perception: 22
Intelligence check: 4
"I don't know as much as I would like about either, but I intend to find out."
I climb out onto the roof and try to gauge what time of day it is. if nightfall isn't too far off I will suggest we wait for it to move out.
Jasper ponders the setup of this place as he stairs down into the well. He thinks to himself "well you won't catch me dead down there!" "Crazy humans. They build a room with no doors? Some idiot probably just forgot. It would have been the only way in or out, though, eh? Hmmm...." He makes a mental note of this odd setup for later, although this cat has no intention of ever going in the sewers.