I'm looking for players who are interested in good rp-ing and will check in at least once a day.
We're starting at level 3 and using a 16,14,13,12,10,7 point array.
Post some character ideas here if you're interested, we'll probably have a session 0 to determine how the group all knows each other and introduce everyone's backstory.
The Beaumont family is no stranger to wealth, power, and privilege, that is until they lost almost everything. With no warning the Beaumont estate was attacked with Alexander ending as the lone survivor of the family, having been away, learning to become a paladin just like his father and his father before him. Hearing the news of his family's death from Andres Winters, a half-elf who worked in his family's library, he swore vengeance on the ones on the ones that killed them. Leavening the estate in the hands of his family's steward, he vowed to return only when he found the justice he was looking for. Leaving with Andres, they now go where the leads take them while Andres sings of his exploits
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
I've been known around the forums to play a pretty decent Inquisitive rogue with a troubled past. If you're interested in having me:
"People call me Crispy. I've had a violent childhood, a shady past, and i'm all sorts of messed up inside, but i'm deadly in a fight. I've been trained to investigate and kill. I'm hot-headed, have huge sass, little patience, but loyal to those who have my back and you'll want me on your team. I'm kind of a mercenary for hire now, since I got fired from my job years ago. I've got nowhere else to go right now, and I've seen all sorts of messed up. I can dish it out and take a whole bunch. If you need something killed, or stuff checked out, i'm your gal. Just don't get in my way."
I post regularly (I have over 4500 posts), i'm a player in about 3 games, and a sometimes a DM on here. I have years of experience in RPGs, i've been playing since the early 80s in some shape or form.
Name: Cora "Crispy" Perkins
Age: Mid 20s
Race: Human female
Class: Inquisitive Rogue
Alignment: CG
Short Bio: Crispy used to be an Agent in a secret Waterdeep Special Forces unit that sought out and exterminated vicious and supernatural threats the local militia couldn't handle. She was terminated and exiled from the city she grew up in after years of acting above the law. This happened recently if we're starting at level 1. If not, I can adapt her story. Always watching her back, not exactly knowing where to go next. She has a very dark and abusive past, and is slow to trust with a sassy attitude. She's trying to make things right in her world, where it seems everyone and everything is against her. She's not proud of her past and she's done some terrible things, made some bad mistakes, but there's always an opportunity to try and do the right thing and live a "normal" life while trying to put the pieces of her life back together.
From a young age Ny had a knack for magic and studying, he joined a mages college and learned any and all magic he could to greater grow his mind. After years of training fighting began to spring up within the world he lived in which soon turned to war. He was pressed to become part of the war for his ability in magic and he revealed in it. Fighting was his calling and he soon made his way through the ranks never one minute worrying if he had left anything behind.
Now Ny sits at the age of 240 thinking back of the old war days wanting to feel young and fight again.
Brom is a seasoned warrior. He spent the majority of his life in service to his clan Ironshield. When peace descended upon his people and there were no wars, Brom ventured out for battle. He found himself venturing from city to city hiring himself out as a caravan guard to protect cargo from highwaymen.
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Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Backstory: While travelling with a merchant's caravan on their way from the High Forest to Mithril Hall his company was attacked by a red dragon. Just as the dragons breath was about to engulf Faron his world turned into a bright light and an angelic creature told him: "Live, you are needed." He woke lying on his back amidst the charred bodies of his comrades holding a bouquet of funerary flowers. These flowers strangely never wither and always smells fresh.
Since that day Faron is haunted by the memories of his dead friends. He walks the Realms hunting monsters and trying to make it a safer place to life in.
A bastard child of the half elf Lysa, the cook in the Beaumont estate. Andres grew up serving to noble house, he was fortunate enough to be able to work in the library and keep it organized. This is where he read constantly, the family history, heroic mythical stories, recounting of wars, etc. this fostered the idea of becoming a knight himself once Alexander came back to the estate. Andres aimed to be his squire. That was until the attack came; Andres was hiding in the kitchen when it happened. Slipped out the back door running into the woods. It was unbearable telling Alexander the news. Since that day he has been Alexander’s bard, singing his praises wherever he goes.
Backstory: The Nola-Kigo Clan weren't the most prosperous or well-known Goliath nomads, but then neither of these things were of interest to them. It was enough that their mountains they called home provided plenty of challenges, both physical and otherwise. What they could not expect was to draw the attention of a necromancer possess both the means and desire to add the giant-kin to his twisted collection of minions and test subjects. Though gravely injured, Vaalu survived the night, and would later be spared joining her kinsman through the kindness of firbolg. As filled as she was with piss and vinegar in her early days, life among the giant-kin mellowed her out to some degree.
Knowing however her longing to at LEAST find answers would drive her down a dark path, the priestess that first found her took her directly under her wing, guiding her in the ways of Hiatae. Unsurprisingly, she took to the more physical expectations of the goddesses acolytes, eventually becoming a hunter for the tribe, and then later a ranger that sought as much as to protect her new home as she did the thrill of the hunt. She would still leave both the shadows of her old home and new after discovering a sign from Hiatae, or at least one she interpeted as one, directing her to follow recent visitors.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Backstory: <brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaapppp> Welcome everyone! I'm Chubby Beersmith, a Mountain Dwarf tank. <hic> Ready to drink....errrr.....fight! Yeah! As long as the adventure involves plenty of 12 ounce ale curls, <hic> Chubby is more than willing assist you in protecting your sober butts. He just finished kegging up a mean ale that would be GREAT to bring along with the adventure. <hic>
Chubby is an elder in Clan Beersmith. His claim to fame is that five years ago, he led a militia to fight off an invading army of orcs, attempting to steal Clan Beersmith's precious collection of ale brewing equipment. Ever since then, he’s been adventuring the realms as a hero of Clan Beersmith, far and wide, in search of exotic ingredients for future ale recipes.
A few years ago, Chubby met Cora "Crispy" Perkins (see earlier post from CrispyDM), when he was being harassed at a local inn for being too drunk. He wasn't being an angry drunk, but you know how dwarves get, and it was an opportunity to slam heads with a bunch of scumbags giving him trouble, so Crispy gave him a hand. Or a fist. We became good friends ever since, and Crispy is one of the few friends that he trusts and would give his life to protect. Don't mess with him.
Lifestyle: Wealthy (Clan Beersmith has cornered the market on ale sales across the land!)
Phobia: Chubby is an alcoholic, and Crispy is his sponsor (that little angel always on his shoulder, telling him to stop drinking). So, his greatest fear is losing his guardian angel, Crispy.
Backstory: After being exiled from his clan because of a wrong place, wrong time situation; Domnall boarded a ship bound to a new land leaving his island home behind. Due to being a foreigner he could never find a place to settle down, so he has spent his years wandering from place to place working as a sell sword and joining mercenary bands. Being in this new land has filled him with wanderlust, and he has aptly chosen the wandering vagabond lifestyle that allows him to see what amazing sights this place has to offer. Domnall has a few quirks that seem strange to others that have not been around him long, but his most unique trait is his fighting style that was considered strange even from where he is from.
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Hello, I'm looking to dm a CoS game.
I'm looking for players who are interested in good rp-ing and will check in at least once a day.
We're starting at level 3 and using a 16,14,13,12,10,7 point array.
Post some character ideas here if you're interested, we'll probably have a session 0 to determine how the group all knows each other and introduce everyone's backstory.
Name: Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Race: Variant Human Age: 28
Background: Noble
Class: Paladin: Oath of Vengeance
Base Scores: 16 12 13 10 7 14
Character Sheet
The Beaumont family is no stranger to wealth, power, and privilege, that is until they lost almost everything. With no warning the Beaumont estate was attacked with Alexander ending as the lone survivor of the family, having been away, learning to become a paladin just like his father and his father before him. Hearing the news of his family's death from Andres Winters, a half-elf who worked in his family's library, he swore vengeance on the ones on the ones that killed them. Leavening the estate in the hands of his family's steward, he vowed to return only when he found the justice he was looking for. Leaving with Andres, they now go where the leads take them while Andres sings of his exploits
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
I've been known around the forums to play a pretty decent Inquisitive rogue with a troubled past. If you're interested in having me:
"People call me Crispy. I've had a violent childhood, a shady past, and i'm all sorts of messed up inside, but i'm deadly in a fight. I've been trained to investigate and kill. I'm hot-headed, have huge sass, little patience, but loyal to those who have my back and you'll want me on your team. I'm kind of a mercenary for hire now, since I got fired from my job years ago. I've got nowhere else to go right now, and I've seen all sorts of messed up. I can dish it out and take a whole bunch. If you need something killed, or stuff checked out, i'm your gal. Just don't get in my way."
I post regularly (I have over 4500 posts), i'm a player in about 3 games, and a sometimes a DM on here. I have years of experience in RPGs, i've been playing since the early 80s in some shape or form.
Name: Cora "Crispy" Perkins
Age: Mid 20s
Race: Human female
Class: Inquisitive Rogue
Alignment: CG
Short Bio: Crispy used to be an Agent in a secret Waterdeep Special Forces unit that sought out and exterminated vicious and supernatural threats the local militia couldn't handle. She was terminated and exiled from the city she grew up in after years of acting above the law. This happened recently if we're starting at level 1. If not, I can adapt her story. Always watching her back, not exactly knowing where to go next. She has a very dark and abusive past, and is slow to trust with a sassy attitude. She's trying to make things right in her world, where it seems everyone and everything is against her. She's not proud of her past and she's done some terrible things, made some bad mistakes, but there's always an opportunity to try and do the right thing and live a "normal" life while trying to put the pieces of her life back together.
Nylin Rofferton (Dog)
Rock Gnome
Solidier
Wizard (war magic)
From a young age Ny had a knack for magic and studying, he joined a mages college and learned any and all magic he could to greater grow his mind. After years of training fighting began to spring up within the world he lived in which soon turned to war. He was pressed to become part of the war for his ability in magic and he revealed in it. Fighting was his calling and he soon made his way through the ranks never one minute worrying if he had left anything behind.
Now Ny sits at the age of 240 thinking back of the old war days wanting to feel young and fight again.
GM - Limbo's Pit PvE
Brom Ironshield
Hill Dwarf
Fighter
Brom is a seasoned warrior. He spent the majority of his life in service to his clan Ironshield. When peace descended upon his people and there were no wars, Brom ventured out for battle. He found himself venturing from city to city hiring himself out as a caravan guard to protect cargo from highwaymen.
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Hi, I'm interested.
Name: Faron Qwath
Race: Wood-Elf
Class: Rogue(Scout)
Background: Haunted One
Backstory: While travelling with a merchant's caravan on their way from the High Forest to Mithril Hall his company was attacked by a red dragon. Just as the dragons breath was about to engulf Faron his world turned into a bright light and an angelic creature told him: "Live, you are needed." He woke lying on his back amidst the charred bodies of his comrades holding a bouquet of funerary flowers. These flowers strangely never wither and always smells fresh.
Since that day Faron is haunted by the memories of his dead friends. He walks the Realms hunting monsters and trying to make it a safer place to life in.
Andres Winters
Half Elf
Bard college of Lore
stats: 8 - 14 - 14 - 12 - 10 - 18 after racial bonuses
A bastard child of the half elf Lysa, the cook in the Beaumont estate. Andres grew up serving to noble house, he was fortunate enough to be able to work in the library and keep it organized. This is where he read constantly, the family history, heroic mythical stories, recounting of wars, etc. this fostered the idea of becoming a knight himself once Alexander came back to the estate. Andres aimed to be his squire. That was until the attack came; Andres was hiding in the kitchen when it happened. Slipped out the back door running into the woods. It was unbearable telling Alexander the news. Since that day he has been Alexander’s bard, singing his praises wherever he goes.
Hi Shaz_Mazoo,
you know I can make even more than one post per day,
I will build a barbarian, just give me some time
I offer a variant human, Light domain cleric of the Morninglord!
https://ddb.ac/characters/2652027/QBuLPV
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Name: Vaalu
Race: Goliath
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Ranger(Hunter)
Background: Acolyte
Backstory: The Nola-Kigo Clan weren't the most prosperous or well-known Goliath nomads, but then neither of these things were of interest to them. It was enough that their mountains they called home provided plenty of challenges, both physical and otherwise. What they could not expect was to draw the attention of a necromancer possess both the means and desire to add the giant-kin to his twisted collection of minions and test subjects. Though gravely injured, Vaalu survived the night, and would later be spared joining her kinsman through the kindness of firbolg. As filled as she was with piss and vinegar in her early days, life among the giant-kin mellowed her out to some degree.
Knowing however her longing to at LEAST find answers would drive her down a dark path, the priestess that first found her took her directly under her wing, guiding her in the ways of Hiatae. Unsurprisingly, she took to the more physical expectations of the goddesses acolytes, eventually becoming a hunter for the tribe, and then later a ranger that sought as much as to protect her new home as she did the thrill of the hunt. She would still leave both the shadows of her old home and new after discovering a sign from Hiatae, or at least one she interpeted as one, directing her to follow recent visitors.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Name: Chubby Beersmith
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class: Battle Master (Fighter 3)
Background: Folk Hero
Backstory: <brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaapppp> Welcome everyone! I'm Chubby Beersmith, a Mountain Dwarf tank. <hic> Ready to drink....errrr.....fight! Yeah! As long as the adventure involves plenty of 12 ounce ale curls, <hic> Chubby is more than willing assist you in protecting your sober butts. He just finished kegging up a mean ale that would be GREAT to bring along with the adventure. <hic>
Chubby is an elder in Clan Beersmith. His claim to fame is that five years ago, he led a militia to fight off an invading army of orcs, attempting to steal Clan Beersmith's precious collection of ale brewing equipment. Ever since then, he’s been adventuring the realms as a hero of Clan Beersmith, far and wide, in search of exotic ingredients for future ale recipes.
A few years ago, Chubby met Cora "Crispy" Perkins (see earlier post from CrispyDM), when he was being harassed at a local inn for being too drunk. He wasn't being an angry drunk, but you know how dwarves get, and it was an opportunity to slam heads with a bunch of scumbags giving him trouble, so Crispy gave him a hand. Or a fist. We became good friends ever since, and Crispy is one of the few friends that he trusts and would give his life to protect. Don't mess with him.
Lifestyle: Wealthy (Clan Beersmith has cornered the market on ale sales across the land!)
Phobia: Chubby is an alcoholic, and Crispy is his sponsor (that little angel always on his shoulder, telling him to stop drinking). So, his greatest fear is losing his guardian angel, Crispy.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
There's my boi!! <3
Casting in my token to join a Curse of Strahd game.
Name: Domnall Lochlainn
Race: Human(Variant)
Class: Fighter(Champion)
Background: Far Traveler
Backstory: After being exiled from his clan because of a wrong place, wrong time situation; Domnall boarded a ship bound to a new land leaving his island home behind. Due to being a foreigner he could never find a place to settle down, so he has spent his years wandering from place to place working as a sell sword and joining mercenary bands. Being in this new land has filled him with wanderlust, and he has aptly chosen the wandering vagabond lifestyle that allows him to see what amazing sights this place has to offer. Domnall has a few quirks that seem strange to others that have not been around him long, but his most unique trait is his fighting style that was considered strange even from where he is from.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!