I am thinking of running Cornfield but with a homebrew Saw-like twist where the game is actually TIMED via a clock, I set for 11:59 pm October 31!! If you don't beat the 'game' everyone dies muahahaha! That means the game is going to be fast paced, lots of posting, and LOTS of effort from the PCs who apply. Check in if you're interested!
Pre-reqs
HAVE to be active daily and significant multi-post daily.
Start level 3
Roll classes via d12: Barbarian, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Fighter, Monk, Paladin, Ranger, Rogue, Sorcerer, Warlock, or Wizard
Roll races PhB standard via d10 Dragonborn, Dwarf, Elf, Gnome, Half-Elf, Half-Orc, Halfling, Human, or Tiefling d10 (10 will be your choice)
Group backstory: Everyone's in a party of adventurers for two years. You've taken many jobs that include expelling ghosts, a banshee, and other spooky creatures. You're basically DnD ghostbusters! You specialize in the freaky and paranormal! ALL of you know one another and GET ALONG. Your characters ages should range from late teens to mid-twenties. You are a group of YOUNG adventures all following a calling to RID the Forgotten Realms of evil chaos!
The Legend of the Cornfield
Every farming town has its superstitions. Some are pleasant tales such as the stories of the great Green Man, a fairy who visits farmers in the guise of a traveler and blesses their fields in exchange for a night of merrymaking. This tale is more sinister, and worst of all—it is true.
Some years ago, there was a farmer by the name of Cassandra O’Vana. She and her husband Phineus lived on a small house on the outskirts of town. They were close friends with the burgomaster, and despite their status in the village, were not well known, for they rarely ventured into town. Their adult daughter Sibyl traveled to market in her parents’ stead, and she did not begrudge this duty, for she welcomed any chance she could get to spend time in the village and away from the farm.
One day, Sibyl departed with her cart to the village, and bade her parents goodbye as crows cawed overhead. Cassandra and Phineus were in the cornfield, building a scarecrow. Phineus was hanging sacks upon a wooden cross to make its body, and Cassandra was carving a face into an overlarge gourd to serve as its head. Sibyl looked upon it shuddered; it was a grotesque thing, with gaping eyes and a crooked, lopsided mouth. She put it from her mind, and traveled to the village as she often did. She stayed longer in town than she usually did and decided to spend the night with Telyma, a woman she knew, rather than attempting to brave the road at night.
As Sibyl slept, she was visited by a vision—she saw her mother raise her carving knife and stalk up to her husband. Sibyl tried to scream at her father, to warn him, but Cassandra plunged the silver-plated knife into his back and carved the life from his body. She hefted the corpse and draped it in the scarecrow’s arms, and as Sibyl watched in soundless terror, the scarecrow’s arms began to move. It picked up the corpse and raised it to its grotesque head, and began to eat it. Its mushy teeth tore through flesh like knives, and in an instant, the body was gone.
Adventure Hook:
Sibyl never returned to her farm. She couldn’t. Over twenty years have passed, and Sibyl still lives in the village with her companion Telyma. Every night, she dreams of the scarecrow that haunts her family’s cornfield. Telyma has posted a notice, asking for adventurers, mercenaries, or investigators who are willing to investigate the abandoned O’Vana family cornfield.
Adventurers who respond to the call are greeted by Telyma, a woman with pale skin, sorrow-creased eyes, and graying brown hair. She offers them 1000 gp apiece if they will investigate the O’Vana farm and help give Sibyl the confidence to return, or at least help her move past her trauma. Telyma strongly suggests they find the carving knife that Sibyl saw in her dream; it’s probably still on the property. Sibyl sits in a rocking chair by the hearth, gazing absently into the fire. It is difficult for her, but she is willing to recount the legend of the cornfield, if asked.
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The party wakes in the Traveler's Rest Inn and Tavern from somewhat troubled sleep. Although the night seemed restful stranges dreams found each and every one of you. Dreams about scarecrows and cornfields spattered with gore. It was a frightful night for anyone else listening to Sybil O'Vana's tale but Telyma has given the party 250 gold piece up front with 750 on their return proving they've discovered what happened at the O'Vana farm all those years ago. Coming downstairs the party meets other travelers having breakfast...
Daar comes down with the others to grab some breakfast. She wasn't hungry, but as usual would sit and watch her two 'friends' shove food into their faces. She's anxious to get working on their new job. She would take a look around the room to see who all was here this morning.
Daar doesn't recognize a single person in the place! She doesn't even see her party members. It's a lazy morning but a woman come over to offer Daar breakfast.
"What can I get you love," the middle-aged human woman asks with a sort of sigh to her tone.
"Hey, Hey Daar!" The small gnome will call out, struggling to pull himself into the seat opposite of the dragonborn. "You excited about the new case we got lined up? I bet it is another old man in a mask... Keep an eye out for an old man will ya? I swear... I don't know what it is about old guys dressing up all spooky and stuff trying to scare people away... It's like they can't get enough of it ya know?!" Flip will sit in the chair, his eyes barley visible above the top of the table, His long straggly hair moving around on the opposite side of the table like a shark fin circling through the water.
To the waitress that came over Daar will sigh and say "I don't know, just anything cheap and vegan."
Then she'll hear her name being called from behind her as flip comes running up behind her, being a tiny ball of pure energy, as usual.
"Well that one time it was the young niece who was behind it all, so I just always assume everyone we meet is evil. I mean did you see the attitude that waitress just gave me? And Telyma seemed super shady to me."
Daar will continue to look around suspiciously while they wait for Valqwen to join them.
"Hey! can I get some chocolate chip pancakes? and like.. 2 thingies of syrup!" Then looking to Daar, "what are the things with the syrup called? ' Then looking back to the waitress "2 pitchers full of syrup please and some chocolate chip pancakes!" Flip will watch the waitress leave before turning back to Daar, I think she was probably just jealous of your super cool instraments... I wouldn't worry about her... although I bet if she put on a wig she would make a pretty good hag"
Valqwen enters the tavern with a crash as he drops his great axe and a few Javlelins on the floor. He fumbles around trying to pick them kicking some of the items towards the table his friends are sitting at. He tries his best not to make eye contact with any of the other patrons at the tavern.
”Hey Darr, hey flip. Sorry I’m late guys... parents right? Did you guys already order? He says as he huff and buffs.
Valqwen finishes picking his items and straps everything down extra tight. He rests his axe against his chair and sits down and tries to catch his breath.
"Hey man! You can probably have a couple of my pancakes.. unless you want to see if Daar will share her lettuce, onion, and potato burrito over ther... " Flip will stick out his tounge with his finger pointed down his through before continuing. "Anyway, when we heading out to that farm the old lady hired us to check out?
“Can you believe we’re going to make” Valqwen starts then mouths the words “ONE THOUSAND GOLD” his eyes go wide as he puff us his chest and holds his hands out as if holding his axe. “I’m ready when you guys are.” He says as he swings his arms over the table.
"I'm ready to go, I wasn't even that hungry. Or we could get it to go. Whatever you guys want. I don't care. Like, it doesn't matter to me, either way."
"Hey can I get my pancakes to go?!... yeah just dump all the syrup on first... yeah of it..." looking from the waitress to the team. I am ready to roll! leaving a few silver on the table.
The waitress comes over with Flip's pancakes to-go wrapped in butcher paper that may or may not have been already used...The party sets out into the village of Painswick onto the road leading out of town. They had a crudely drawn map to the O'Vana farm that Telyma gave them the night before as well as the 250 gold. With nothing but the advantage weapons and gear on their backs, they pass many local shops selling various wares as well as mobile merchants with handcarts selling foods.
OOC: What's the plan? To the farm on foot? If so it's going to take two days, on horseback 1 day and arrive in the early evening provided nothing happens on the way *insert evil laugh* I mean you'll be fine, it's fine... oh, what was that!
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Flip will hand what appears to be a saturated chocolate chip puncake sponge to Daar. "I think I am going to invest in a puppy! or maybe a battle goat! Horses are wwwaaaayyyy to big... Flip will say to the others. Come on guys, let's get us a sweet set of hooves or um PAWS.. and bit the road!
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Hey my DnD and Halloween lovn' people!
I am thinking of running Cornfield but with a homebrew Saw-like twist where the game is actually TIMED via a clock, I set for 11:59 pm October 31!! If you don't beat the 'game' everyone dies muahahaha! That means the game is going to be fast paced, lots of posting, and LOTS of effort from the PCs who apply. Check in if you're interested!
Pre-reqs
HAVE to be active daily and significant multi-post daily.
Start level 3
Roll classes via d12: Barbarian, Bard, Cleric, Druid, Fighter, Monk, Paladin, Ranger, Rogue, Sorcerer, Warlock, or Wizard
Roll races PhB standard via d10 Dragonborn, Dwarf, Elf, Gnome, Half-Elf, Half-Orc, Halfling, Human, or Tiefling d10 (10 will be your choice)
Group backstory: Everyone's in a party of adventurers for two years. You've taken many jobs that include expelling ghosts, a banshee, and other spooky creatures. You're basically DnD ghostbusters! You specialize in the freaky and paranormal! ALL of you know one another and GET ALONG. Your characters ages should range from late teens to mid-twenties. You are a group of YOUNG adventures all following a calling to RID the Forgotten Realms of evil chaos!
The Legend of the Cornfield
Every farming town has its superstitions. Some are pleasant tales such as the stories of the great Green Man, a fairy who visits farmers in the guise of a traveler and blesses their fields in exchange for a night of merrymaking. This tale is more sinister, and worst of all—it is true.
Some years ago, there was a farmer by the name of Cassandra O’Vana. She and her husband Phineus lived on a small house on the outskirts of town. They were close friends with the burgomaster, and despite their status in the village, were not well known, for they rarely ventured into town. Their adult daughter Sibyl traveled to market in her parents’ stead, and she did not begrudge this duty, for she welcomed any chance she could get to spend time in the village and away from the farm.
One day, Sibyl departed with her cart to the village, and bade her parents goodbye as crows cawed overhead. Cassandra and Phineus were in the cornfield, building a scarecrow. Phineus was hanging sacks upon a wooden cross to make its body, and Cassandra was carving a face into an overlarge gourd to serve as its head. Sibyl looked upon it shuddered; it was a grotesque thing, with gaping eyes and a crooked, lopsided mouth. She put it from her mind, and traveled to the village as she often did. She stayed longer in town than she usually did and decided to spend the night with Telyma, a woman she knew, rather than attempting to brave the road at night.
As Sibyl slept, she was visited by a vision—she saw her mother raise her carving knife and stalk up to her husband. Sibyl tried to scream at her father, to warn him, but Cassandra plunged the silver-plated knife into his back and carved the life from his body. She hefted the corpse and draped it in the scarecrow’s arms, and as Sibyl watched in soundless terror, the scarecrow’s arms began to move. It picked up the corpse and raised it to its grotesque head, and began to eat it. Its mushy teeth tore through flesh like knives, and in an instant, the body was gone.
Adventure Hook:
Sibyl never returned to her farm. She couldn’t. Over twenty years have passed, and Sibyl still lives in the village with her companion Telyma. Every night, she dreams of the scarecrow that haunts her family’s cornfield. Telyma has posted a notice, asking for adventurers, mercenaries, or investigators who are willing to investigate the abandoned O’Vana family cornfield.
Adventurers who respond to the call are greeted by Telyma, a woman with pale skin, sorrow-creased eyes, and graying brown hair. She offers them 1000 gp apiece if they will investigate the O’Vana farm and help give Sibyl the confidence to return, or at least help her move past her trauma. Telyma strongly suggests they find the carving knife that Sibyl saw in her dream; it’s probably still on the property. Sibyl sits in a rocking chair by the hearth, gazing absently into the fire. It is difficult for her, but she is willing to recount the legend of the cornfield, if asked.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
The party wakes in the Traveler's Rest Inn and Tavern from somewhat troubled sleep. Although the night seemed restful stranges dreams found each and every one of you. Dreams about scarecrows and cornfields spattered with gore. It was a frightful night for anyone else listening to Sybil O'Vana's tale but Telyma has given the party 250 gold piece up front with 750 on their return proving they've discovered what happened at the O'Vana farm all those years ago. Coming downstairs the party meets other travelers having breakfast...
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Daar comes down with the others to grab some breakfast. She wasn't hungry, but as usual would sit and watch her two 'friends' shove food into their faces. She's anxious to get working on their new job. She would take a look around the room to see who all was here this morning.
Perception: 14
*Great start*
Daar doesn't recognize a single person in the place! She doesn't even see her party members. It's a lazy morning but a woman come over to offer Daar breakfast.
"What can I get you love," the middle-aged human woman asks with a sort of sigh to her tone.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: I want to post but am waiting my turn :P
"Hey, Hey Daar!" The small gnome will call out, struggling to pull himself into the seat opposite of the dragonborn. "You excited about the new case we got lined up? I bet it is another old man in a mask... Keep an eye out for an old man will ya? I swear... I don't know what it is about old guys dressing up all spooky and stuff trying to scare people away... It's like they can't get enough of it ya know?!" Flip will sit in the chair, his eyes barley visible above the top of the table, His long straggly hair moving around on the opposite side of the table like a shark fin circling through the water.
To the waitress that came over Daar will sigh and say "I don't know, just anything cheap and vegan."
Then she'll hear her name being called from behind her as flip comes running up behind her, being a tiny ball of pure energy, as usual.
"Well that one time it was the young niece who was behind it all, so I just always assume everyone we meet is evil. I mean did you see the attitude that waitress just gave me? And Telyma seemed super shady to me."
Daar will continue to look around suspiciously while they wait for Valqwen to join them.
"Vegan?" The waitress asks completely confused. "If you're sick you're going to have to leave..." she trails off leaving Daar behind.
OOC: I just imagining a Dragonborn Daria Morgendorffer right now.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Hey! can I get some chocolate chip pancakes? and like.. 2 thingies of syrup!" Then looking to Daar, "what are the things with the syrup called?
' Then looking back to the waitress "2 pitchers full of syrup please and some chocolate chip pancakes!" Flip will watch the waitress leave before turning back to Daar, I think she was probably just jealous of your super cool instraments... I wouldn't worry about her... although I bet if she put on a wig she would make a pretty good hag"
Valqwen enters the tavern with a crash as he drops his great axe and a few Javlelins on the floor. He fumbles around trying to pick them kicking some of the items towards the table his friends are sitting at. He tries his best not to make eye contact with any of the other patrons at the tavern.
”Hey Darr, hey flip. Sorry I’m late guys... parents right? Did you guys already order? He says as he huff and buffs.
Valqwen finishes picking his items and straps everything down extra tight. He rests his axe against his chair and sits down and tries to catch his breath.
OOC: Teenage mutant ninj...oh wrong show!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Hey man! You can probably have a couple of my pancakes.. unless you want to see if Daar will share her lettuce, onion, and potato burrito over ther... " Flip will stick out his tounge with his finger pointed down his through before continuing. "Anyway, when we heading out to that farm the old lady hired us to check out?
“Can you believe we’re going to make” Valqwen starts then mouths the words “ONE THOUSAND GOLD” his eyes go wide as he puff us his chest and holds his hands out as if holding his axe. “I’m ready when you guys are.” He says as he swings his arms over the table.
"I'm ready to go, I wasn't even that hungry. Or we could get it to go. Whatever you guys want. I don't care. Like, it doesn't matter to me, either way."
"Hey can I get my pancakes to go?!... yeah just dump all the syrup on first... yeah of it..." looking from the waitress to the team. I am ready to roll! leaving a few silver on the table.
The waitress comes over with Flip's pancakes to-go wrapped in butcher paper that may or may not have been already used...The party sets out into the village of Painswick onto the road leading out of town. They had a crudely drawn map to the O'Vana farm that Telyma gave them the night before as well as the 250 gold. With nothing but the advantage weapons and gear on their backs, they pass many local shops selling various wares as well as mobile merchants with handcarts selling foods.
OOC: What's the plan? To the farm on foot? If so it's going to take two days, on horseback 1 day and arrive in the early evening provided nothing happens on the way *insert evil laugh* I mean you'll be fine, it's fine... oh, what was that!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Ughh, it's like really far. Can we get some horses or something. Also can I get a bite of those pancakes?"
Daar hears an eerie whisper *but it's not like vegan*
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
**yes I'm a vegan, yes I eat meat. we exist**
Flip will hand what appears to be a saturated chocolate chip puncake sponge to Daar. "I think I am going to invest in a puppy! or maybe a battle goat! Horses are wwwaaaayyyy to big... Flip will say to the others. Come on guys, let's get us a sweet set of hooves or um PAWS.. and bit the road!