Hi everyone! Crispy here. Some of you may know me from around the forums as Cora "Crispy" Perkins, or DM of such campaigns like Curse of Strahd, Tomb Of Annihilation, Dragon Heist, and currently Dungeon of the Mad Mage. I'm looking to put together a group of people to play PRINCES OF THE APOCALYPSE, so if you would be so kind to apply if you're interested! Thank you very much!
APPLICATION FORM
Feel free to post your application in this thread. Here are the things I will be looking for, as we have some time before the adventure begins and you have time to brainstorm. Take this seriously. I've made some adjustments and modifications to my personal life to allow time for this game, and I WILL CONSIDER SERIOUS APPLICATIONS ONLY. If you blitz through this without much thought, and I can tell, you will most likely be overlooked. I'm looking for players who post regularly, have interesting concepts, make an effort, and who are quality players. But most of all, we're gonna have some fun. This is what i'd like to know:
- NAME (Your characters name) - CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now) - BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character) - YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?) - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?) - YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) - VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
QUESTIONS?
Got questions? I've got answers! Go ahead and send me a PM, i'll get back to you ASAP. I know there's probably things I didn't cover, but we'll get to it as we near the start date of the campaign. Thanks so much, and good luck!
Grigor Kulenov was once the farmer-priest of a small village, and his agricultural innovations either failed miserably or succeeded greatly. After a taking a trip to the land of Chult and seeing the potential of using dinosaurs in farming, he brought a few over to the town. The resulting experiments went so poorly, he was booted from town and told to never return.
Time zone: US CST
Experience: got into Dungeons and Dragons a few years ago. Not a ton of experience, but know my stuff, generally.
Myself: not much, but once served as technical crew on a play.
Hello! I've seen your threads around (and have been half keeping up with your DotMM thread because I really like that adventure and are curious to see how people are doing it). From what I've seen, you seem like a really awesome and creative DM whose table - or thread as it were - I would love to be a player of. And Princes of the Apocolypse is actually one of the only adventures I haven't read through myself.
I have several character concepts I can throw up depending on what you're looking for or allowing, or what works best. . I'll put one in here for now. (This is a character I created for a friends one-shot and is a little unorthadox)
- NAME : Trinia Sunshine (Trini Banana) - CLASS:Bard (looking to go college of glamour) - BACKGROUND:The short of it: -- Trini is a tiefling born to elven parents (with some infernal lineage somewhere in their ancestry that they were unaware of). Initially alarmed and confused by her birth they came to love their child and raised her as best they could teaching her the good of the world, and nature. Instead of taking to druid craft as her parents intended, Trini picked up on the creativity, and the arts. At first it was painting, and then it was performing. Songs, instruments, but what really held her attention was dance. She loved the dance. Growing up in elven society (as small of a village as it was) was difficult at first. Others distrusted her, kept their own children away from her. But Trini grew up with a bright personality and bubbly spirit with persistant optimism. She would create things for her neighbors and townfolk. (Flower crowns, paintings (she liked finger painting the most), flower bracelets) eventually people started to warm up to her. As she grew older she would spend time in the fields outside the village crafting flowers or practicing her dance. One day she met an Eladrin there who was taken with her evil appearance but her the beauty of her dancing. He began to visit, teaching her more and offering to get her out into the world. Eventually he began to use her for his own gain, keeping her tied to him, naive about most things, until she started to learn more. Eventually after hearing stories from patrons on their travels she decided to run away, and learned a harder way of life and performing by getting by on her own to get back home. (This is expanded on in the background on her character sheet) After coming back home and reuniting with her family, she stayed for some time before deciding to take off again, and this time explore on her own terms, hoping to learn more about the world and maybe find true love.
- YOUR TIME ZONE :PST Us-west coast. - YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE :Been playing IRL for a couple years now. DMing one campaign(Strahd) and playing in another(Homebrewed Tales from the Yawning Portal), and playing in one shots at times. Currently dming a couple PbP's on here, and playing in a couple others. - YOURSELF:I love to read, write, sing, and play video games. I have two cats one of which is a huge brat. I'm big into musicals and my favorite way to eat popcorn is with chopsticks. - VOTE : I'm good either way on this.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
-Alborn Longbranch: Halfling Male College of Lore Bard, 89 years old.
-Was born into a pretty standard halfling family, but he was obsessed with tales of all sort, true or not. He eventually journeyed to a place he knew only from great tales; Alborn went to Waterdeep to study lore. He excelled, and even stumbled upon a vast well of magical power, which he learned to control with the flute he has played since he was a small child. He spent many years here, becoming a new person altogether. He developed a loose jaw (figuratively), and he learned to bandy words with even the greatest officials in the city. Even judges held their tongues when Alborn spoke, for fear of inciting the verbal wrath that seemed to damage even the body at times.
-I am actively participating in multiple pbp adventures, and have never dm'd before.
-As a person, I can be very energetic, but often lose focus. That has never happened in dnd as i enjoy playing.I live on the East coast of America, so I am in the EST zone.
-I would very much enjoy holding this in discord, as it is much more streamlined.
A farmer-priest and a bard with infernal blood? Sounds like a sitcom waiting to happen.
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One is a farmer and a priest...
and the other's a tiefling bard!
How will these two opposites ever get along, and what WACKY misadventures will they get into?!
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The bubbliest of tiefling bards.
Also i'm now imagining jurassic park on the sword coast.
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Background: After a devastating massacre of her tribe when she was an egg, Arinn was born and raised in a secluded cabin in the mountains by an elderly who was on the last years of his long existence. Arinn then spent the rest of her juvenile years in the mountains, providing for herself with only the wondrous maps, trinkets, and artifacts to experience the world beyond the small mountain range she lived in. Growing restless and as a matter of fact, lonely (she had attempted several times to tame the wildlife, but she either scared them away or they were too hostile and she had minimal animal handling experience.) she finally left her ramshackle cabin, as the wood was old and rotten and the mountainside was sparse, the nerds of deer choosing somewhere else to travel to that winter. After that, she blended into town life in the foothills, but never quite felt like she belonged. Resolving to travel the world and see the things she had only ever saw on maps, now she ventures to Waterdeep as the next destination on her list.
Timezone: California! Pacific Standard Time
D&D Experience: Not that much; I’m part of one other pbp and have never dmed. I might ask newbie questions and be a little clueless of things from time to time. I’m willing to learn, though!
Myself: I love a very specific ice cream flavor (Cherry Garcia from Ben & Jerry’s it’s amazing), I have a cute fluffy dog, and I play the sims! I’m described as cheerful, very indecisive and a good listener. I also enjoy drawing.
NAME Malekith. CLASS Fighter. BACKGROUND Being born in the appearance of a Drow to a Sun Elf creates problems. Celaena and Malekith were promptly exiled from their village. The pair were forced to float village to village; Never staying in one place for too long. Malekith was the runt no matter where they ended up, constantly being kicked, hit, and pushed around; until his seventh winter when he began having recurring dreams of a six winged angel. This solar, Ahrim, over the years through dreams and visions taught Malekith, not only how to protect himself, but how to protect and save others. During his thirteenth winter Malekith finally hit his growth spurt; No longer the runt of the group he took to protecting the new runts and scaring off the would be bullies. Malekith has spent the last fifteen winters traveling library to library, following whispers of legend chasing any information available on Ahrim and The Heart of Gold. YOUR TIME ZONE PST. YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE I've been DMing for 6 months, played in a few PbP a few months back. YOURSELF I'm addicted to making what seem like fun to play characters for when I eventually get to play them. I also enjoy world building, the world all my campaigns take place on is self built, with the exception of the deities (I do a lot of critical reading/writing). My cat is half bobcat and stretches out just shy of 4'. VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS Yes.
Background:As a baby, Carrhae was left on the doorstep of a Church of Sune. She was immediately taken in by the nuns, who trained her to become one of them and serve in the church. For Carrhae, it was wonderful. She immediately devoted herself to Sune, admiring the beauty that had been created in her name and grew to believe that the beauty in the world must be protected, as it was sacred to Sune. When she came of age, she undertook the initiation to enter the Order of the Ruby Rose. During her vigil in the temple that she grew up in, she saw a vision of her goddess standing in a beautiful field, covered in nothing but bright red roses. Carrhae rejoiced, as she had made it into the Order and was now able to fulfill the purpose she was called to serve.
Carrhae mainly protected the temple that she grew up in, but from time to time she carried out missions for the Lady of Love. Carrhae slew evildoers who made it their mission to defile the things that Sune found sacred. She retrieved holy relics and works of art to bring back to the temple. But her most relevant mission was when she was sent to escort a cleric of Sune named Meiara on her pilgrimage. Carrhae began to fall in love with Meiara and the two of them entered into a relationship while they were traveling. But a band of marauders ambushed Carrhae and her lover in the middle of the night. Carrhae fought them valiantly, but there were too many of them for her to kill them all. Before the remaining marauders could kill Carrhae, her lover pleaded with them to take her life and spare Carrhae. The marauders followed her request and allowed Carrhae to live. Instead of being broken by the death of Meiara, Carrhae felt that the encounter reinforced the need for her to defend everything that was beautiful and good in life. Since the death of Meiara, Carrhae has been going on a crusade, defending the beauty of the world and also enjoying it in all of its forms.
Time Zone: EST
D&D/PbP Experience: I've been playing DnD for a little over a year and a half now, I've been doing PbP for seven months now. I've participated in eight campaigns, I'm currently in five, and I'm looking to make it six now.
Myself: I'd say that I'm an incredibly lucky individual who's waiting for that luck to someday run out. Also every pet I've ever owned has died terribly, so I guess my luck didn't spread to them.
NAME: Damaia "Mercy" Stormriven CLASS: Rogue Character Sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/7765714/QyQ9vf (I can edit rules once I know how you plan to play.) Background: (This is probably an unorthodox way to present a character background, but this is the way it formed in my head.)
The young Tiefling leaned against the alley opening, black eyes half-closed as she watched the butcher’s door. Alabaster fingers plucked at plum-dark strands of hair, which had escaped from the single braid she wore, to tickle her ears with each shifting breeze. She was waiting for the butcher’s wife to make her daily trip to visit the baker’s wife. The portly woman had more food in her cupboards than she and her husband had any need of, and Ganeth Stormriven was in no mood to feed his hellspawned daughter.
A metallic glint in the edge of her field of vision had Damaia stepping back from her position to press herself into the shadows as a city guard left his usual patrol route. She lifted her hood to hide her horns, pressing her tail tight against her left leg. The last thing she needed was for him to glance her way and see a Tiefling—a monster. The people in the community had made it all too clear what they thought of having an Infernal child in their midst. Harsh words had pierced her ears more thoroughly than any needle, unsubtle whispers had carried on the breezes that toyed with her hair, and drunken violence had forced her to learn to hide her pain. Such was a Tiefling’s lot.
She hated it. Every prejudgment, every slight, made her less and less concerned with the wellbeing of those around her until the only thing that mattered was getting through the days until she could find a way out. Something which all too often meant living outside the law, stealing what she could, what would go unnoticed, unmissed—like her.
Damaia smirked as, right on schedule, the butcher’s wife stepped outside. She turned and walked down the alley and around the corner to the rear of the wealthy merchant family’s home. Crouching, she tried the door, making sure it was locked before pulling out her tools. Years of having to fend for herself had the unfortunate effect of turning the child into an adequate thief, and it took little time for her to pick the lock and slip inside. Finding herself in the kitchen, she lowered her hood and walked to the counter, where she laid out a clean cloth to bundle her meal in. She was looking in the pantry for the most abundant of the food stocks when she heard a shocked gasp over her shoulder.
Tension gripped her shoulders as she glanced behind her, frowning at the woman she’d just seen leave. “Did you forget something, Mrs. Helder? Shouldn’t you be going to see Mrs. Lackman for tea about now?” Damaia grabbed a few of her favorite fruits and a block of cheese, taking them to the cutting board before opening the bread box and grabbing that as well. “Where do you keep the plates, then, since you’re taking tea with me instead?”
“Lord have mercy! Leave at once, demon child!” The expected venom hit Damaia with only enough force to make her shake her head. She found two plates and began to set to work preparing the simple meal for them to share. After all, she was not so uncivilized as to be an ungracious guest, no matter that she hadn’t been invited.
“I don’t think you people know what that word means. Do you have any milk? What am I saying, of course you do.” She set the plates on the little kitchen table and grabbed two mugs, pulling a canter of milk from the ice box. Before she poured, she set a slice of bread and a small hunk of cheese onto the cloth she’d laid out, wrapped it, and slipped it into a pouch she wore at her hip. A moment later, the mugs were on the table, and Damaia took her seat, gesturing for the butcher’s wife to sit opposite.
The woman stared at her in a strange mixture of fear, befuddlement and awe. The teenager’s audacity was both astounding and disconcerting to a woman who was used to having the city guards in quick dispatch against thieving. That was the only explanation, really, for why she ended up sitting down to tea with the Tiefling thief.
Damaia smiled at her unwilling host, lifting her mug in mockery of a toast. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Taking a quick sip of the cool milk, she plucked a slice of fruit off the plate, eyes never leaving the woman.
“What did you mean?” At the frown Damaia gave her, the woman started again. “You said we don’t know what ‘that word’ means. What is it you’re talking about?”
The teen closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Mercy. You people throw that word around all the time.” Shaking her head, she began to eat, letting her bitter words fill the quiet air. “My mother was a popular woman, back when you lot didn’t know what she was. Father was a retired soldier, she was his wartime bride. You adored her for her music. Yet when she died in childbirth and her heritage was revealed, suddenly it was a mercy that I would not be raised by her. That I wouldn’t have her Infernal lies filling my head.
“He turned to drink, you know? My father. He’s spent almost every centime we had on liquor. Blames me for us being poor now. But it’s a ‘mercy’ that I’m living with a drunk who hits me when he can’t afford more booze. A ‘mercy’ that my father refuses to let me eat his food.” She glared in defiance at the butcher’s wife. “You tell me to be grateful he raised me instead of tossing me out, as if keeping me justifies the things he’s done to hurt me. You called me a monster when I wanted to play with children my own age, but somehow he’s a merciful saint for beating me in drunken rage? You obviously don’t understand the concept of mercy.
“And when you find me in your kitchen, looking to see what food you can easily spare, you beg for mercy. As if I have any interest in hurting you. All I want is to survive long enough to get away from that man.” Pushing away the empty plate, Damaia finished her milk. “All I’ve ever wanted was for the world to show me the mercy you keep talking about. A friend, just one, would be a blessing. A smile, a kind word, anything really. But if the world thinks I’m a monster, that’s never going to happen, is it?” She shook her head and stood. “Thanks for listening, I suppose. Nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
The Tiefling was turning to leave when the butcher’s wife reached out, shocking her with how gently she grasped the girl’s hand. “What is your name, child? I never did ask, though I should have done.” The words caused Damaia’s heart to clench, not because of what they were, but because of how they were spoken. With kindness. She swallowed the lump that was suddenly making it hard to speak. It took her a moment to answer. She could have said Damaia, given the name her father had picked because it was the only Tiefling name he knew. But that name was never spoken aloud unless the drunken bastard was in one of his rages. What would she be called, if she had the choice of it? What name did she want to represent how she lived?
“...Call me Mercy.”
YOUR TIME ZONE: EST (-5 UTC) EXPERIENCE: I've never played D&D before, but I have done other forum-based RPGs. I can provide links if you want to know more about that. YOURSELF: Barista, gamer, writer, very sarcastic VOTE: Yes
The half-elf grunts and looks up as you slide into the seat across from him. “Well, well,” he murmurs, “come to hear my tale? You’re not the only one. The name’s Fitz. Mama wouldn’t want me to tell you my real name. Mama wouldn’t want me to do a lot of things, and yet here I am, sitting in a bar, gamblin’ away ill-gotten gains.” He fingers the gold pieces in front of him. “Oh, yes, my story. Well, to put it simply, I can see things no man or woman should ever have to see. Mama called it the ‘Sight’. She had it too, and she was always talkin’ about the Fey queen she was servin’ and how when I was big an’ she was gone I was gonna serve the Queen too. Well, she was right about one thing.” He snorts. “I serve someone alright. Jus’ not a queen. More like...” He leans close, and you can smell the ale in his breath. “More like a devil. That’s why I grew up on t’ street. ‘Cause no one wants a kid who’s always chantin’ stuff at all sorts of hours and tryin’ to cut himself for ‘the great dread lord’ he claims t’ serve. But now, I’m bored. I want adventure, plain and simple as that. Will you help me?”
Time Zone: Mountain Time
Fun Fact about me: I’m an amateur magician.
D&D experience: Played a little bit of 3.5 and 4, currently running my first campaign in 5th.
Discord: No. I don’t have consistent access to a computer, unfortunately.
NAME : Valaak Abaddon CLASS : Barbarian BACKGROUND :
Valaak was raised to know battle. At a young age, he was working towards being a fighter of sorts, finding himself to be pushed to protect the innocent and defend those who could not defend themselves. As he grew, he would have very strange dreams and hear disembodied whispers as he trained. These dreams were not of his own, there were also visions he could not explain, and when looking for answers, his parents (who were both war veterans) came forth to explain.
He learned that, years ago, his family bloodline would be linked to a quori who went by the name Seth. Those visions, dreams, those voices, were his, helping, aiding Valaak to be the best he could be. Even though he could not speak to the spirit, he could sometimes see him and would talk to him even if he would receive no response (and look crazy speaking to himself). He eventually would learn that Seth was a fighter in his past life, and that Valaak's bloodline had a path set for victorious battles, he just needed to train more, get out on an adventure with others aspiring to do good, then he would be ready.
And here he is.
YOUR TIME ZONE : EST YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE : My first ever PbP was with you! I'm currently in your Mad Mage campaign among other threads, so I'd say I'm doing pretty good now in the experience department! I think. YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) : You know me well enough, I think, but for everyone else: I'm kinda shy around new people, but I'm quick to warm up. I also draw and have a pomsky named Katya! VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) : Sure!
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Hello! Haven't done this module before and would love to play if you think I'll be a good fit!
- Felicity... technically Lady Felicity Diana Albrecht Mordanhall - Dragon Sorcerer - Background under the spoiler to keep things tidy
(I'm flexible if any of this isn't going to work for what you have in mind)
Felicity is the third of four children, born into an affluent human noble family in Waterdeep. From a young age she showed a talent for diplomacy... and subterfuge when necessary. She was more interested in the courtly arts and books then learning martial skill. Groomed to make an advantageous marriage when she came of age, everything fell apart when she hit puberty and the... deformities started to appear. Blue scales grew all over her back and left arm and her left hand took on a terrible clawed appearance. With the changes came a surge of magical power that she did not at first understand how to master.
Perhaps if their lineage was from a metallic dragon things would have been different, but chromatic? Appalling.
Felicity was kept away from the public eye, her parents making excuses that she was sickly. Things stayed that way for many years. Felicity rarely appeared in public and wore gowns that covered every inch of skin when she did. During one of these functions, she met another young noble named Klaus and became very fond of him. The two began to meet in secret and developed an intimate relationship.
Her parents eventually discovered them and were furious. Not only was her behavior forbidden; Klaus was from a rival family and now they could use Felicity's secret against the family. To avoid scandal, Felicity was sent away (where to depends on where the adventure starts I suppose!) and left in doubt as to whether Klaus had every really cared for her at all, or if her parents were right and he had used her.
Felicity now finds herself out in the world trying to decide what she will do, what is important to her, and who she will be.
Felicity does her best to keep her dragon hand hidden. Her clothing has a long voluminous sleeve on the left side, and she keeps the end buttoned closed.
- US Central Time
- New-ish to PBP still, but gathered quite a bit of experience with it in the past couple months. Been playing 5e irl and online with friends for years now. After playing with me already you probably already have a good idea of how I roll. As a player I like to defer to however the DM does things and just roll with it.
- Outside of D&D I like reading historical fiction and fantasy. I also play a lot of video games... very badly.
- NAME: Daewen Pell (Sindarin for Hushed Shadow Maiden)
- CLASS: Shadar-Kai Gloomstalker Ranger
- BACKGROUND: Born in the Feywild under the blue moon (a bad omen, as it were) to noble elvish parents, Faylen Keabanise was an outcast from the start. For, she was born without a voicebox, unable to utter a single word. Her parents, utterly ashamed of her, cast her off into the Shadowfell plane, never to be seen again. Growing up in the dark horrors of the Shadowfell, she soon came under the watchful eye of the Raven Queen, who gave her the name of Daewen Pell. Her melancholic visage and aptitude for hiding in shadows were of great use to the Raven Queen, who often sent her on missions to other planes to watch and wait, looking for the tragedies her Queen wished to collect. Being a mute has its advantages among the Shadar-Kai, as she's learned to hear things her fellow missionaries never assumed were worth paying attention to. It's these nuggets of information that the Raven Queen desires the most, and Daewen has reaped the benefits of being an immortal servant for untold centuries.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: US Mountain Time (MT)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I've been playing D&D since 1st Edition AD&D in the early 1980s, so I guess that makes me an 'old fart'. Or, a 'seasoned old fart'?
- YOURSELF: I have opposable thumbs! I was once locked in a room with a typewriter, and I hit random keys for a finite amount of time and accidentally typed out the complete works of William Shakespeare.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: YES
Background Born to a minor noble family of Scornubel, Víbora - who didn't go by this name back then - was a carefree girl surrounded by aristocratic merchants. Her curiosity and easygoing demeanor contrasted with the ladylike that was expected of her, her eploits beyond the city's borders becoming the gossip of the nobles. As she came of age, her looks and her family's coffers quickly attracted many suitors, and her parents quickly arranged a married to both control the erratic behavior of the daughter and to further develop the family's ties to powerful individuals. Though, before the wedding could take place, the lady sneaked out towards the Reaching Woods, and after spending some hungry days and cooling her head down, she decided to head back and accept the new life. The choice was no longer hers, she blacked out and woke up to a cold and dark stone floor, weird green torches burning on the distant walls and the metallic smell of blood around. She was captured by yuan-ti and taken to Najara, a hidden city of the yuan-ti house Hss'tafi along the Serpent's Tail Stream, where she was forced to drink poisonous brews that subdued her thoughts and act as a slave for the snake people. Weeks later, after capturing the attention of a high-ranking yuan-ti, she was chosen to undergo the transformation process and, should she survive, become one of his new concubines, and so it was done. Bathed in human blood and necrotic energies of the night serpent, she survived the ritual and, now bearing vertical snake irises, forked tongue, and small black scaly patches over some parts of her skin, she became a yuan-ti pureblood. After recovering for a few days, the yuan-ti slavers was ready to have his way with her, and once the two were alone in his room, Víbora managed to snatch his weapon from him, her how now free of the poisonous haze, she slew in whatever clumsy way she could, piercing him many times with a long knife he had nearby. She escaped the city immediately, her yuan-ti status now granting free access, she fled and headed away as fast as she could. Her mind uncertain of details of her past, as many of what happened remained intact, names and locations completely escaped her, she headed aimlessly looking for civilization and a way to rebuild her life.
Time Zone GMT -3
D&D / PbP experience Gonna maybe sound old, but been at D&D for 20 years, and on a few PbP for 15 years.
Me I'm an illustrator from Brazil. My character-making impulses drive me to PbP since I mostly DM IRL. :)
Experience: Lots of roleplaying games but primarily earlier D&D editions. This would be only my second 5E game and second PBP game (and the first is still in its infancy, as you know).
Player: I co-DMed a one-off level 30 D&D 4E game to celebrate a friend's birthday. The climactic battle of this tongue-in-cheek, all day marathon had the heroes battling Wolfstranaut on the moon. This villainous lycanthropic astronaut completely heals all damage at the start of each of his turns (for as R.L. McSterlingthong points out, it's always a full moon on the moon, at least on the lit side). The only method the group could find to create darkness was to have one character use their epic destiny feature to cast a Drow Cloud of Darkness for one turn. In one full round, by using all their best stuff, the group managed to kill an undamaged level 35 solo monster! Ah, good times.
PRINCES OF THE APOCALYPSE RECRUITMENT THREAD
Hi everyone! Crispy here. Some of you may know me from around the forums as Cora "Crispy" Perkins, or DM of such campaigns like Curse of Strahd, Tomb Of Annihilation, Dragon Heist, and currently Dungeon of the Mad Mage. I'm looking to put together a group of people to play PRINCES OF THE APOCALYPSE, so if you would be so kind to apply if you're interested! Thank you very much!
APPLICATION FORM
Feel free to post your application in this thread. Here are the things I will be looking for, as we have some time before the adventure begins and you have time to brainstorm. Take this seriously. I've made some adjustments and modifications to my personal life to allow time for this game, and I WILL CONSIDER SERIOUS APPLICATIONS ONLY. If you blitz through this without much thought, and I can tell, you will most likely be overlooked. I'm looking for players who post regularly, have interesting concepts, make an effort, and who are quality players. But most of all, we're gonna have some fun. This is what i'd like to know:
- NAME (Your characters name)
- CLASS (Lets keep it PHB and any official sourcebook choices for now)
- BACKGROUND (Tell me about your character)
- YOUR TIME ZONE (Where you from?)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE (Got experience?)
- YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.)
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO)
QUESTIONS?
Got questions? I've got answers! Go ahead and send me a PM, i'll get back to you ASAP. I know there's probably things I didn't cover, but we'll get to it as we near the start date of the campaign. Thanks so much, and good luck!
Ayyo lad I see you're recruiting so:
Name: Grigor Kulenov
Class: Cleric
Background: this one's a doozy.
Grigor Kulenov was once the farmer-priest of a small village, and his agricultural innovations either failed miserably or succeeded greatly. After a taking a trip to the land of Chult and seeing the potential of using dinosaurs in farming, he brought a few over to the town. The resulting experiments went so poorly, he was booted from town and told to never return.
Time zone: US CST
Experience: got into Dungeons and Dragons a few years ago. Not a ton of experience, but know my stuff, generally.
Myself: not much, but once served as technical crew on a play.
Vote: no
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Hello! I've seen your threads around (and have been half keeping up with your DotMM thread because I really like that adventure and are curious to see how people are doing it). From what I've seen, you seem like a really awesome and creative DM whose table - or thread as it were - I would love to be a player of. And Princes of the Apocolypse is actually one of the only adventures I haven't read through myself.
I have several character concepts I can throw up depending on what you're looking for or allowing, or what works best. . I'll put one in here for now. (This is a character I created for a friends one-shot and is a little unorthadox)
- NAME : Trinia Sunshine (Trini Banana)
- CLASS: Bard (looking to go college of glamour)
- BACKGROUND: The short of it:
-- Trini is a tiefling born to elven parents (with some infernal lineage somewhere in their ancestry that they were unaware of). Initially alarmed and confused by her birth they came to love their child and raised her as best they could teaching her the good of the world, and nature. Instead of taking to druid craft as her parents intended, Trini picked up on the creativity, and the arts. At first it was painting, and then it was performing. Songs, instruments, but what really held her attention was dance. She loved the dance. Growing up in elven society (as small of a village as it was) was difficult at first. Others distrusted her, kept their own children away from her. But Trini grew up with a bright personality and bubbly spirit with persistant optimism. She would create things for her neighbors and townfolk. (Flower crowns, paintings (she liked finger painting the most), flower bracelets) eventually people started to warm up to her.
As she grew older she would spend time in the fields outside the village crafting flowers or practicing her dance. One day she met an Eladrin there who was taken with her evil appearance but her the beauty of her dancing. He began to visit, teaching her more and offering to get her out into the world. Eventually he began to use her for his own gain, keeping her tied to him, naive about most things, until she started to learn more. Eventually after hearing stories from patrons on their travels she decided to run away, and learned a harder way of life and performing by getting by on her own to get back home. (This is expanded on in the background on her character sheet)
After coming back home and reuniting with her family, she stayed for some time before deciding to take off again, and this time explore on her own terms, hoping to learn more about the world and maybe find true love.
- YOUR TIME ZONE : PST Us-west coast.
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE : Been playing IRL for a couple years now. DMing one campaign(Strahd) and playing in another(Homebrewed Tales from the Yawning Portal), and playing in one shots at times. Currently dming a couple PbP's on here, and playing in a couple others.
- YOURSELF: I love to read, write, sing, and play video games. I have two cats one of which is a huge brat. I'm big into musicals and my favorite way to eat popcorn is with chopsticks.
- VOTE : I'm good either way on this.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
A farmer-priest and a bard with infernal blood? Sounds like a sitcom waiting to happen.
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and the other's a tiefling bard!
How will these two opposites ever get along, and what WACKY misadventures will they get into?!
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Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
-Alborn Longbranch: Halfling Male College of Lore Bard, 89 years old.
-Was born into a pretty standard halfling family, but he was obsessed with tales of all sort, true or not. He eventually journeyed to a place he knew only from great tales; Alborn went to Waterdeep to study lore. He excelled, and even stumbled upon a vast well of magical power, which he learned to control with the flute he has played since he was a small child. He spent many years here, becoming a new person altogether. He developed a loose jaw (figuratively), and he learned to bandy words with even the greatest officials in the city. Even judges held their tongues when Alborn spoke, for fear of inciting the verbal wrath that seemed to damage even the body at times.
-I am actively participating in multiple pbp adventures, and have never dm'd before.
-As a person, I can be very energetic, but often lose focus. That has never happened in dnd as i enjoy playing.I live on the East coast of America, so I am in the EST zone.
-I would very much enjoy holding this in discord, as it is much more streamlined.
https://ddb.ac/characters/7767773/fWO9m8
The bubbliest of tiefling bards.
Also i'm now imagining jurassic park on the sword coast.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Name: Arinn Ulxon, Age 40
Class: Paladin
Background: After a devastating massacre of her tribe when she was an egg, Arinn was born and raised in a secluded cabin in the mountains by an elderly who was on the last years of his long existence. Arinn then spent the rest of her juvenile years in the mountains, providing for herself with only the wondrous maps, trinkets, and artifacts to experience the world beyond the small mountain range she lived in. Growing restless and as a matter of fact, lonely (she had attempted several times to tame the wildlife, but she either scared them away or they were too hostile and she had minimal animal handling experience.) she finally left her ramshackle cabin, as the wood was old and rotten and the mountainside was sparse, the nerds of deer choosing somewhere else to travel to that winter. After that, she blended into town life in the foothills, but never quite felt like she belonged. Resolving to travel the world and see the things she had only ever saw on maps, now she ventures to Waterdeep as the next destination on her list.
Timezone: California! Pacific Standard Time
D&D Experience: Not that much; I’m part of one other pbp and have never dmed. I might ask newbie questions and be a little clueless of things from time to time. I’m willing to learn, though!
Myself: I love a very specific ice cream flavor (Cherry Garcia from Ben & Jerry’s it’s amazing), I have a cute fluffy dog, and I play the sims! I’m described as cheerful, very indecisive and a good listener. I also enjoy drawing.
Vote: Yes!
NAME Malekith.
CLASS Fighter.
BACKGROUND Being born in the appearance of a Drow to a Sun Elf creates problems. Celaena and Malekith were promptly exiled from their village. The pair were forced to float village to village; Never staying in one place for too long. Malekith was the runt no matter where they ended up, constantly being kicked, hit, and pushed around; until his seventh winter when he began having recurring dreams of a six winged angel. This solar, Ahrim, over the years through dreams and visions taught Malekith, not only how to protect himself, but how to protect and save others. During his thirteenth winter Malekith finally hit his growth spurt; No longer the runt of the group he took to protecting the new runts and scaring off the would be bullies. Malekith has spent the last fifteen winters traveling library to library, following whispers of legend chasing any information available on Ahrim and The Heart of Gold.
YOUR TIME ZONE PST.
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE I've been DMing for 6 months, played in a few PbP a few months back.
YOURSELF I'm addicted to making what seem like fun to play characters for when I eventually get to play them. I also enjoy world building, the world all my campaigns take place on is self built, with the exception of the deities (I do a lot of critical reading/writing). My cat is half bobcat and stretches out just shy of 4'.
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS Yes.
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
Name: Carrhae, Human age 26
Class: Paladin
Background:As a baby, Carrhae was left on the doorstep of a Church of Sune. She was immediately taken in by the nuns, who trained her to become one of them and serve in the church. For Carrhae, it was wonderful. She immediately devoted herself to Sune, admiring the beauty that had been created in her name and grew to believe that the beauty in the world must be protected, as it was sacred to Sune. When she came of age, she undertook the initiation to enter the Order of the Ruby Rose. During her vigil in the temple that she grew up in, she saw a vision of her goddess standing in a beautiful field, covered in nothing but bright red roses. Carrhae rejoiced, as she had made it into the Order and was now able to fulfill the purpose she was called to serve.
Carrhae mainly protected the temple that she grew up in, but from time to time she carried out missions for the Lady of Love. Carrhae slew evildoers who made it their mission to defile the things that Sune found sacred. She retrieved holy relics and works of art to bring back to the temple. But her most relevant mission was when she was sent to escort a cleric of Sune named Meiara on her pilgrimage. Carrhae began to fall in love with Meiara and the two of them entered into a relationship while they were traveling. But a band of marauders ambushed Carrhae and her lover in the middle of the night. Carrhae fought them valiantly, but there were too many of them for her to kill them all. Before the remaining marauders could kill Carrhae, her lover pleaded with them to take her life and spare Carrhae. The marauders followed her request and allowed Carrhae to live. Instead of being broken by the death of Meiara, Carrhae felt that the encounter reinforced the need for her to defend everything that was beautiful and good in life. Since the death of Meiara, Carrhae has been going on a crusade, defending the beauty of the world and also enjoying it in all of its forms.
Time Zone: EST
D&D/PbP Experience: I've been playing DnD for a little over a year and a half now, I've been doing PbP for seven months now. I've participated in eight campaigns, I'm currently in five, and I'm looking to make it six now.
Myself: I'd say that I'm an incredibly lucky individual who's waiting for that luck to someday run out. Also every pet I've ever owned has died terribly, so I guess my luck didn't spread to them.
Vote for Discord:Yes
Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/7633396/pUMpSg
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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NAME: Damaia "Mercy" Stormriven
CLASS: Rogue
Character Sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/7765714/QyQ9vf (I can edit rules once I know how you plan to play.)
Background: (This is probably an unorthodox way to present a character background, but this is the way it formed in my head.)
The young Tiefling leaned against the alley opening, black eyes half-closed as she watched the butcher’s door. Alabaster fingers plucked at plum-dark strands of hair, which had escaped from the single braid she wore, to tickle her ears with each shifting breeze. She was waiting for the butcher’s wife to make her daily trip to visit the baker’s wife. The portly woman had more food in her cupboards than she and her husband had any need of, and Ganeth Stormriven was in no mood to feed his hellspawned daughter.
A metallic glint in the edge of her field of vision had Damaia stepping back from her position to press herself into the shadows as a city guard left his usual patrol route. She lifted her hood to hide her horns, pressing her tail tight against her left leg. The last thing she needed was for him to glance her way and see a Tiefling—a monster. The people in the community had made it all too clear what they thought of having an Infernal child in their midst. Harsh words had pierced her ears more thoroughly than any needle, unsubtle whispers had carried on the breezes that toyed with her hair, and drunken violence had forced her to learn to hide her pain. Such was a Tiefling’s lot.
She hated it. Every prejudgment, every slight, made her less and less concerned with the wellbeing of those around her until the only thing that mattered was getting through the days until she could find a way out. Something which all too often meant living outside the law, stealing what she could, what would go unnoticed, unmissed—like her.
Damaia smirked as, right on schedule, the butcher’s wife stepped outside. She turned and walked down the alley and around the corner to the rear of the wealthy merchant family’s home. Crouching, she tried the door, making sure it was locked before pulling out her tools. Years of having to fend for herself had the unfortunate effect of turning the child into an adequate thief, and it took little time for her to pick the lock and slip inside. Finding herself in the kitchen, she lowered her hood and walked to the counter, where she laid out a clean cloth to bundle her meal in. She was looking in the pantry for the most abundant of the food stocks when she heard a shocked gasp over her shoulder.
Tension gripped her shoulders as she glanced behind her, frowning at the woman she’d just seen leave. “Did you forget something, Mrs. Helder? Shouldn’t you be going to see Mrs. Lackman for tea about now?” Damaia grabbed a few of her favorite fruits and a block of cheese, taking them to the cutting board before opening the bread box and grabbing that as well. “Where do you keep the plates, then, since you’re taking tea with me instead?”
“Lord have mercy! Leave at once, demon child!” The expected venom hit Damaia with only enough force to make her shake her head. She found two plates and began to set to work preparing the simple meal for them to share. After all, she was not so uncivilized as to be an ungracious guest, no matter that she hadn’t been invited.
“I don’t think you people know what that word means. Do you have any milk? What am I saying, of course you do.” She set the plates on the little kitchen table and grabbed two mugs, pulling a canter of milk from the ice box. Before she poured, she set a slice of bread and a small hunk of cheese onto the cloth she’d laid out, wrapped it, and slipped it into a pouch she wore at her hip. A moment later, the mugs were on the table, and Damaia took her seat, gesturing for the butcher’s wife to sit opposite.
The woman stared at her in a strange mixture of fear, befuddlement and awe. The teenager’s audacity was both astounding and disconcerting to a woman who was used to having the city guards in quick dispatch against thieving. That was the only explanation, really, for why she ended up sitting down to tea with the Tiefling thief.
Damaia smiled at her unwilling host, lifting her mug in mockery of a toast. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Taking a quick sip of the cool milk, she plucked a slice of fruit off the plate, eyes never leaving the woman.
“What did you mean?” At the frown Damaia gave her, the woman started again. “You said we don’t know what ‘that word’ means. What is it you’re talking about?”
The teen closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Mercy. You people throw that word around all the time.” Shaking her head, she began to eat, letting her bitter words fill the quiet air. “My mother was a popular woman, back when you lot didn’t know what she was. Father was a retired soldier, she was his wartime bride. You adored her for her music. Yet when she died in childbirth and her heritage was revealed, suddenly it was a mercy that I would not be raised by her. That I wouldn’t have her Infernal lies filling my head.
“He turned to drink, you know? My father. He’s spent almost every centime we had on liquor. Blames me for us being poor now. But it’s a ‘mercy’ that I’m living with a drunk who hits me when he can’t afford more booze. A ‘mercy’ that my father refuses to let me eat his food.” She glared in defiance at the butcher’s wife. “You tell me to be grateful he raised me instead of tossing me out, as if keeping me justifies the things he’s done to hurt me. You called me a monster when I wanted to play with children my own age, but somehow he’s a merciful saint for beating me in drunken rage? You obviously don’t understand the concept of mercy.
“And when you find me in your kitchen, looking to see what food you can easily spare, you beg for mercy. As if I have any interest in hurting you. All I want is to survive long enough to get away from that man.” Pushing away the empty plate, Damaia finished her milk. “All I’ve ever wanted was for the world to show me the mercy you keep talking about. A friend, just one, would be a blessing. A smile, a kind word, anything really. But if the world thinks I’m a monster, that’s never going to happen, is it?” She shook her head and stood. “Thanks for listening, I suppose. Nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
The Tiefling was turning to leave when the butcher’s wife reached out, shocking her with how gently she grasped the girl’s hand. “What is your name, child? I never did ask, though I should have done.” The words caused Damaia’s heart to clench, not because of what they were, but because of how they were spoken. With kindness. She swallowed the lump that was suddenly making it hard to speak. It took her a moment to answer. She could have said Damaia, given the name her father had picked because it was the only Tiefling name he knew. But that name was never spoken aloud unless the drunken bastard was in one of his rages. What would she be called, if she had the choice of it? What name did she want to represent how she lived?
“...Call me Mercy.”
YOUR TIME ZONE: EST (-5 UTC)
EXPERIENCE: I've never played D&D before, but I have done other forum-based RPGs. I can provide links if you want to know more about that.
YOURSELF: Barista, gamer, writer, very sarcastic
VOTE: Yes
The half-elf grunts and looks up as you slide into the seat across from him. “Well, well,” he murmurs, “come to hear my tale? You’re not the only one. The name’s Fitz. Mama wouldn’t want me to tell you my real name. Mama wouldn’t want me to do a lot of things, and yet here I am, sitting in a bar, gamblin’ away ill-gotten gains.” He fingers the gold pieces in front of him. “Oh, yes, my story. Well, to put it simply, I can see things no man or woman should ever have to see. Mama called it the ‘Sight’. She had it too, and she was always talkin’ about the Fey queen she was servin’ and how when I was big an’ she was gone I was gonna serve the Queen too. Well, she was right about one thing.” He snorts. “I serve someone alright. Jus’ not a queen. More like...” He leans close, and you can smell the ale in his breath. “More like a devil. That’s why I grew up on t’ street. ‘Cause no one wants a kid who’s always chantin’ stuff at all sorts of hours and tryin’ to cut himself for ‘the great dread lord’ he claims t’ serve. But now, I’m bored. I want adventure, plain and simple as that. Will you help me?”
Time Zone: Mountain Time
Fun Fact about me: I’m an amateur magician.
D&D experience: Played a little bit of 3.5 and 4, currently running my first campaign in 5th.
Discord: No. I don’t have consistent access to a computer, unfortunately.
Forgot to say Fitz is a warlock.
NAME : Valaak Abaddon
CLASS : Barbarian
BACKGROUND :
Valaak was raised to know battle. At a young age, he was working towards being a fighter of sorts, finding himself to be pushed to protect the innocent and defend those who could not defend themselves. As he grew, he would have very strange dreams and hear disembodied whispers as he trained. These dreams were not of his own, there were also visions he could not explain, and when looking for answers, his parents (who were both war veterans) came forth to explain.
He learned that, years ago, his family bloodline would be linked to a quori who went by the name Seth. Those visions, dreams, those voices, were his, helping, aiding Valaak to be the best he could be. Even though he could not speak to the spirit, he could sometimes see him and would talk to him even if he would receive no response (and look crazy speaking to himself). He eventually would learn that Seth was a fighter in his past life, and that Valaak's bloodline had a path set for victorious battles, he just needed to train more, get out on an adventure with others aspiring to do good, then he would be ready.
And here he is.
YOUR TIME ZONE : EST
YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE : My first ever PbP was with you! I'm currently in your Mad Mage campaign among other threads, so I'd say I'm doing pretty good now in the experience department!
I think.YOURSELF (Tell me something interesting about YOU, not your character.) : You know me well enough, I think, but for everyone else: I'm kinda shy around new people, but I'm quick to warm up. I also draw and have a pomsky named Katya!
VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS (YES/NO) : Sure!
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Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Hello! Haven't done this module before and would love to play if you think I'll be a good fit!
- Felicity... technically Lady Felicity Diana Albrecht Mordanhall
- Dragon Sorcerer
- Background under the spoiler to keep things tidy
(I'm flexible if any of this isn't going to work for what you have in mind)
Felicity is the third of four children, born into an affluent human noble family in Waterdeep. From a young age she showed a talent for diplomacy... and subterfuge when necessary. She was more interested in the courtly arts and books then learning martial skill. Groomed to make an advantageous marriage when she came of age, everything fell apart when she hit puberty and the... deformities started to appear. Blue scales grew all over her back and left arm and her left hand took on a terrible clawed appearance. With the changes came a surge of magical power that she did not at first understand how to master.
Perhaps if their lineage was from a metallic dragon things would have been different, but chromatic? Appalling.
Felicity was kept away from the public eye, her parents making excuses that she was sickly. Things stayed that way for many years. Felicity rarely appeared in public and wore gowns that covered every inch of skin when she did. During one of these functions, she met another young noble named Klaus and became very fond of him. The two began to meet in secret and developed an intimate relationship.
Her parents eventually discovered them and were furious. Not only was her behavior forbidden; Klaus was from a rival family and now they could use Felicity's secret against the family. To avoid scandal, Felicity was sent away (where to depends on where the adventure starts I suppose!) and left in doubt as to whether Klaus had every really cared for her at all, or if her parents were right and he had used her.
Felicity now finds herself out in the world trying to decide what she will do, what is important to her, and who she will be.
Felicity does her best to keep her dragon hand hidden. Her clothing has a long voluminous sleeve on the left side, and she keeps the end buttoned closed.
- US Central Time
- New-ish to PBP still, but gathered quite a bit of experience with it in the past couple months. Been playing 5e irl and online with friends for years now. After playing with me already you probably already have a good idea of how I roll. As a player I like to defer to however the DM does things and just roll with it.
- Outside of D&D I like reading historical fiction and fantasy. I also play a lot of video games... very badly.
- Sure thing!
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Damn. There's a lot of good applicants here.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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I think mine was pretty good.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
- NAME: Daewen Pell (Sindarin for Hushed Shadow Maiden)
- CLASS: Shadar-Kai Gloomstalker Ranger
- BACKGROUND: Born in the Feywild under the blue moon (a bad omen, as it were) to noble elvish parents, Faylen Keabanise was an outcast from the start. For, she was born without a voicebox, unable to utter a single word. Her parents, utterly ashamed of her, cast her off into the Shadowfell plane, never to be seen again. Growing up in the dark horrors of the Shadowfell, she soon came under the watchful eye of the Raven Queen, who gave her the name of Daewen Pell. Her melancholic visage and aptitude for hiding in shadows were of great use to the Raven Queen, who often sent her on missions to other planes to watch and wait, looking for the tragedies her Queen wished to collect. Being a mute has its advantages among the Shadar-Kai, as she's learned to hear things her fellow missionaries never assumed were worth paying attention to. It's these nuggets of information that the Raven Queen desires the most, and Daewen has reaped the benefits of being an immortal servant for untold centuries.
- YOUR TIME ZONE: US Mountain Time (MT)
- YOUR D&D/PbP EXPERIENCE: I've been playing D&D since 1st Edition AD&D in the early 1980s, so I guess that makes me an 'old fart'. Or, a 'seasoned old fart'?
- YOURSELF: I have opposable thumbs! I was once locked in a room with a typewriter, and I hit random keys for a finite amount of time and accidentally typed out the complete works of William Shakespeare.
- VOTE FOR TEXT DISCORD CHATROOM FOR OOC AND QUESTIONS: YES
Link to character sheet (to be edited/finalized upon acceptance to the campaign): https://ddb.ac/characters/7777385/tR9sXx
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Wow, some really great applications so far. Will give it a few more days before I decide. Thanks for everyone's time so far!
Name
Víbora
Class
Rogue
Background
Born to a minor noble family of Scornubel, Víbora - who didn't go by this name back then - was a carefree girl surrounded by aristocratic merchants. Her curiosity and easygoing demeanor contrasted with the ladylike that was expected of her, her eploits beyond the city's borders becoming the gossip of the nobles. As she came of age, her looks and her family's coffers quickly attracted many suitors, and her parents quickly arranged a married to both control the erratic behavior of the daughter and to further develop the family's ties to powerful individuals. Though, before the wedding could take place, the lady sneaked out towards the Reaching Woods, and after spending some hungry days and cooling her head down, she decided to head back and accept the new life. The choice was no longer hers, she blacked out and woke up to a cold and dark stone floor, weird green torches burning on the distant walls and the metallic smell of blood around. She was captured by yuan-ti and taken to Najara, a hidden city of the yuan-ti house Hss'tafi along the Serpent's Tail Stream, where she was forced to drink poisonous brews that subdued her thoughts and act as a slave for the snake people. Weeks later, after capturing the attention of a high-ranking yuan-ti, she was chosen to undergo the transformation process and, should she survive, become one of his new concubines, and so it was done. Bathed in human blood and necrotic energies of the night serpent, she survived the ritual and, now bearing vertical snake irises, forked tongue, and small black scaly patches over some parts of her skin, she became a yuan-ti pureblood. After recovering for a few days, the yuan-ti slavers was ready to have his way with her, and once the two were alone in his room, Víbora managed to snatch his weapon from him, her how now free of the poisonous haze, she slew in whatever clumsy way she could, piercing him many times with a long knife he had nearby. She escaped the city immediately, her yuan-ti status now granting free access, she fled and headed away as fast as she could. Her mind uncertain of details of her past, as many of what happened remained intact, names and locations completely escaped her, she headed aimlessly looking for civilization and a way to rebuild her life.
Time Zone
GMT -3
D&D / PbP experience
Gonna maybe sound old, but been at D&D for 20 years, and on a few PbP for 15 years.
Me
I'm an illustrator from Brazil. My character-making impulses drive me to PbP since I mostly DM IRL. :)
Vote
Sure.
Name: STRIFE (theme song)
Class: BARD
Background: Sign in Blood, Please
Time Zone: U.S. Eastern (-5)
Experience: Lots of roleplaying games but primarily earlier D&D editions. This would be only my second 5E game and second PBP game (and the first is still in its infancy, as you know).
Player: I co-DMed a one-off level 30 D&D 4E game to celebrate a friend's birthday. The climactic battle of this tongue-in-cheek, all day marathon had the heroes battling Wolfstranaut on the moon. This villainous lycanthropic astronaut completely heals all damage at the start of each of his turns (for as R.L. McSterlingthong points out, it's always a full moon on the moon, at least on the lit side). The only method the group could find to create darkness was to have one character use their epic destiny feature to cast a Drow Cloud of Darkness for one turn. In one full round, by using all their best stuff, the group managed to kill an undamaged level 35 solo monster! Ah, good times.
Vote: Yes