As the Sundering reshapes the world around you, war rages amongst the deities. Deific domains fall and are claimed with increasing frequency. This time of woe for many is to be your greatest hour. The dark gods are secretly gathering in the Elemental Chaos. You have been selected to ascend to the position of Demigod and claim what you have worked so hard to achieve. You have but one final task to complete before the prize is yours—you must descend to the core of the world, find a stone called the Blood Sphere, and use it to open a gate to the Elemental Chaos.
In this adventure, we join a group of elite villains, intent on attaining godhood. They each have been in service to an evil deity for many years, and a long adventuring career filled with lies, murder, and deceit is now drawing to a close.
Are you among them?
About the Adventure: This adventure is Descent to Ascension by Swordfin Games (It’s available on DM’s Guild). I have not run it before, so we’ll see how it goes! It’s designed to be a one shot, so I anticipate this game taking about a couple weeks to run depending on how frequently people can post. This module is designed for five players. I might run it more than once if there’s a lot of interest.
About Me: I am somewhat new to play by post, but I have been playing and running D&D for close to three years. I like to follow RAW just to keep things simple and fair. I do my best to work with players and give them options if there’s something they want to try, but I also like to ground my adventures in reality and actions have consequences
Content sharing: Unfortunately I am a broke DM and I have no content to share.
Everybody’s evil, but this is still D&D and your characters have a goal they need one another to reach so keep that in mind while playing.
What to include in your application post-
Character Name:
Class & Race: Any race and class from published material is okay. Critical Role classes and subclasses are also okay if you want to use them. No UA please. You can use standard array or point buy. For equipment you get your basic starting equipment , 20,000 gp (to spend on weapons, armor, spell components ect), three uncommon magic items, two rare items, and one very rare item.
Backstory: Feel free to keep this as simple or creative as you would like.
Link to character sheet:
Experience with D&D: We are going to be playing 20th level characters AND all the encounters in this module have a difficulty rating of DEADLY, so this isn’t the best game to join if you are a beginner.
Availability: This module is pretty combat heavy so looking for people who can post at least once a day.
I'll keep recruitment open until the end of the day on Saturday, December 8th
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Backstory: Valrakas was born an orphan and taken in by the local clergy, against their better judgment, just outside of Neverwinter. Years later, Valrakas began to dabble in the dark arts of his kin. Valrakas was able to summon the dark lord, who provided Valrakas with otherworldly powers, unbeknownst to the clergy. The clergy became concerned as Valrakas became disconnected and began showing signs of demon worship. Soon he rebelled against the clergymen, killing the few clergies that lived in the temple. Since then, Valrakas has only been interested in murder and getting away with it. Valrakas took up residence in the busy city of Neverwinter. He since had obtained the name of the Demon Carver of Neverwinter, as his victims were always found in pieces.
Description: Valrakas has dark red skin, black hair and goatee and a thin build. A brown long shirt and hood cover most of his body with a dark grey mantle covers the shshirtSlim navy blue pants cover the lower half of his slender body. He wears an odd pair of boots. They appeared to have been dyed black, but some worn parts appear green.
Backstory: Born in a small farming village, Barosh seemed rather mundane as a child. Average at everything, with no special talents. His darker side remained hidden from the other villagers until the day when bandits raided them. As his neighbors were cut down around him, Barosh's magical powers manifested themselves and he beat back the rest of the bandits. He was treated as a hero, up until he was found torturing one of the captured bandits to death in the middle of the night. After being confronted, Barosh slaughtered every single living thing in his village. He had nowhere to go, however, and eventually was driven insane by the isolation. He began to believe that he was destined to become a hero, to save the world. He began subconsciously casting minor illusion and manifesting voices which reaffirmed his false destiny.
He left his village and joined a group of adventurers, and together they went on many quests and defeated many great evils. This entire time, Barosh would occasionally present signs of his former self, going overboard with certain enemies and torturing captives. His allies believed this occasional displays of sadism to be symptoms of insanity, not recognizing that Barosh's heroic personality was the true symptom. The party's other spellcaster used wish to cure Barosh's insanity, at which point he regained his memories of what he'd done to his village. Over the next few years, after leaving the group, Barosh accumulated power and captured, tortured, and ultimately killed his former allies.
Experience with D&D: I first started playing D&D 3ish months ago. I am currently in 2 in person campaigns (both of which are on hold because of Winter break) and 3 PbP campaigns. I'm also planning on writing and DMing a campaign for the first time in the Spring.
Availability: I'm currently a student in finals week, but I can manage 2-3 posts a day. After Monday (Dec 10th), I'll be pretty much completely available and will be able to post as many times as needed to keep the action smooth. Even now, if everyone is available at a specific time I can post continuously for an hour or so.
Class & Race: Drow Druid (circle of spores (it used to be UA, but is officially printed in Guildmasters Guide to Ravnica))
Equipment and spells: in progress (Tome of Understanding (used), ...)
Backstory: Gilra is a male drow, so that's already not a good start. He also has 3 older sisters. The society expected exactly nothing from him except obedience and staying quiet. The friends he made at a young age we deemed unnecessary and inappropriate by his parents. So he grew mushrooms. And worked in city watch. And grew mushrooms. And traveled the Underdark for "additional training" while actually seeking out more mushrooms and other people (or monsters) who were into the same thing. But all of that was hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Today he's more of an intelligent collection of spores than a man. It's rather boring though.. but the Blood Sphere sounds interesting.
Name-Archy (the ArchHuman. Heh.) Class-Fighter 16 Warlock 4 Magic Items: Demon Armor, Ring of Mind Shieldin, Instant fortress, (something that has 1 charge and casts Scorching ray), Portable Hole, Red elemental Gem
Backstory- Archy doesn't know who his parents are. He doesn't care. They don't care about him, so why would he care? But, you know who did care (add quotation marks, though he doesn't know.)? The ArchDemon. He considered him his son, his protégé. But, Archy, even though he cares for his 'dad', wants to become stronger than him, and has set out on the world with the magical gifts his 'dad' gave him. He hasn't been out of his Demon armor in 24 years, and has barely been outside in the world.
Magic items: Peregrine mask, Hand Crossbow +2, Ring of Protection, Boots of Elvenkind, Cloak of Protection, Mithral Half Plate
Backstory:
Ileanys was an explorer who made his living selling fake "artifacts" and “discoveries” (charlatan background). One day, he came across something real, an ancient sentient artifact. It made a pact with him, agreeing to give him power in exchange for keeping it hidden and working as it's agent in the world.
Ileanys continued with his previous lifestyle of selling fakes, but would also undertake missions as directed by his patron. Over time he was corrupted by the power of the entity with which he had made his pact, but as his corruption grew, so did his power, until he had achieved enough power to warrant selection to be raised to a demigod himself.
Experience with D&D: Played a fair bit of 4e both PbP and live, ton of PbP in 5e plus occasional adventurer's league.
Availability: Most of the day on weekdays, post regularly. Weekends are spottier. Still able to post at least once a day in the evenings, occasionally more during the day depending what's going on.
Magic Items: Mithral Plate, Cloak of Elvenkind, Brooch of Shielding, Shield +2, Longsword +2, Belt of Fire Giant Strength
Backstory: Mankur grew up aspiring to be a hero just like in the tales he used to hear, he joined his town's guards trained in the holy arts. He ended up adventuring with a group for a long time being devoted to their safety and health above his, as the group got better they started infighting more, it seemed that when their lives were on the line they had less time to worry about who got which magic item. Months go bye and the fighting has gotten worse Mankur still just watches as his friends start to grow spiteful of each other, this isn't what heroes are supposed to be. One day after killing a fire giant who had gotten too close to a large town, it happened one of his friends attacked another at this Mankur snapped his usually cleansing aura turned dark he stabbed the assailant first piercing his heart, he blocked an arrow shot at by the ranger and cut their bow in two before cutting off their arm then slicing them in two, he finally moved on to the victim the wizard who had been in shock since the battle started, he cast darkness trying to blind me, but a simple dispell magic revealed him once more as he ran I stabbed him through the back before hearing one word "why.." after they were all dead I picked up the rangers cloak, the wizards brooch, and took the belt that we had gotten from the giant. The answer to the wizard's question was an odd one, the world doesn't need anymore false idols to worship and adore, afterall there's plenty of gods that fit the bill already.
Backstory: (Sorry. Keeping things vague here since I'm not sure what setting you're running here...)
Raze knew nothing but war from the start, having been made to be part of an elite squad of warforged within the kingdom's army. Even though they were created to be sentient beings, the Emperor paid no mind to this and utilized the warforged for the most deadly of missions, and preferred to retrieve and revive any that fell as opposed to sending "live" soldiers. The squad's last mission failed and Raze fell in battle. Additionally, the opposing kingdom managed to defeat and overthrow Raze's kingdom. However having seen the warforged effectiveness firsthand the victors resurrected the squad to study and reproduce this technology.
Raze was given the opportunity to live a "normal" life after being the subject of their studies. Unsure what to do having only known one thing, Raze decided to seclude himself to meditate on his future. Unable to shake his original programming as a soldier, Raze came to the conclusion the easiest course of action is to improve his mind and body, and then continue on his original mission to destroy the enemies of his fallen kingdom.
Class & Race: High Elf College of Lore Bard 19/Knowledge Cleric 1
Magic Items: Tome of Leadership and Influence, Amulet of Health, Rod of Rulership, Adamantine Breastplate, Headband of Intellect, Broom of Flying
Backstory: Born an only child and sole heir to the throne of Celene in Greyhawk, Vall was groomed to be the perfect prince and future king. He lived a lavish life of luxury, surrounded only by royal elves who thought that they were better than all the other races and should be the true rulers. So naturally he believed this as he grew up, influencing his personality and values. He was spoiled rotten, being taught by the best scholars and waited on hand and foot by servants, always getting his way no matter what. Soon after his 100th birthday, he gave himself the name Laucian now that he was an adult. While he is the heir to the throne, he does need to prove that he has what it takes, thinking of how to do so. It was at this point when he noticed that his words and the music he plays were influencing those who listened much more than usual, unnaturally so as if it was magic. He consulted the royal bard and indeed, it was by magic and he had a great gift that could help him to become quite powerful. Laucian had a brilliant idea of how he can use this to his benefit, to become the ruler of a kingdom outside of Celene to prove his worth and accomplish a great goal, to finally have the elves rule over all while the other races would be at their mercy. But in order to do this, he must get his name known so that the foolish people will want him to be their ruler, to become a hero. Laucian knew that he could not fight by himself though, needing idiots to fight with and for him, manipulating and gaining their trust while together defeating evil as heroes. This way he will have underlings on his side to help reaffirm and spread word of his good reputation, in order to make others believe that only he is fit to rule as someone that wants to bring about true peace between all the kingdoms and the races when it is in actuality the opposite. For once he takes over a kingdom and becomes King of Celene at the same time, that is when everything shall truly start as all the elves in the land will become the almighty rulers while the rest will either serve as their slaves or die to be rid of any nuisances. So he set out on his journey, joining a rag-tag group of adventurers in Faerun as they stopped Iymrith from shattering the Ordening any further and were slaying giants. He became known as the one who made giants grovel to their knees before him, begging for mercy. While this was fine, he was not strong enough and needed more power, more influence to accomplish his goals. So Laucian left and went about the rest of his journey, defeating arch-mages and dragons with ease as he grew stronger, always traveling with good-natured adventurers and making them believe that he shares the same beliefs in wanting to defeat evil and spread peace. With each city he stopped in, he would connect with the royalty and woo them with his grace and musical talent while also manipulating the common folk with sweet words into believing that he is all for helping them and being on their side promoting peace and tolerance. He grew wiser and smarter as he traveled, learning multiple languages in order to gain more knowledge that he can use to his benefit. It is because of this that he managed to attract Oghma, a god of knowledge who appeared before him and took great interest in Laucian since they seem to be very similar with being both handsome, charismatic men who seek knowledge and enjoy music as well. Laucian convinced Oghma to give him some of his knowledge and power in exchange for spreading word of him and trying to convert others so they may attain his knowledge, having worked as the foolish god accepted. From then on, Laucian became a cleric of Oghma and with that, he used this to only prove to everyone that he clearly should be in charge since he was even chosen by a god of knowledge after all. It worked all according to plan as he finally took his rightful place as King of Celene and even was made King of another major city in Faerun. But his ultimate goal of a world ruled by only elves with him at the helm is much more difficult to attain than he thought by having titles of King alone. Over the years, Laucian grew very greedy and wanted even more power in order to realize his ultimate dream but had no way of knowing how else to obtain what he needs. But that is when he discovered that he has been selected to possibly be raised up to a demigod status, only needing to find the Blood Sphere and open a gate with it. He gladly accepted as he now realized that only by becoming a demigod, he can finally achieve and gain all of the power that he wants and needs to make his dream a true reality, believing that he is fit to become a demigod where he will rule over all indefinitely with no mortal or being stopping him.
Experience with D&D: I have been playing D&D since March of this year, 5e and in Adventurer's League only. But I have done one AL campaign (Storm King's Thunder) with a character almost exactly like Laucian but who is now at Level 11 and am currently in the midst of another AL campaign (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) with a different character as well. I've never done PbP before, but I do have years of experience roleplaying online via forums posts and threads.
Availability: I can at least be able to post once a day, in the evenings only on the weekdays since I do work during the day. I can likely post more on the weekends, depends on any plans I may have and especially if we're all online at the same time and able to post one after another right away. MST time zone as well. EDIT: I just now joined a homebrew campaign on Saturdays, so that’s the only day where I may not be able to post or only be able to get in one post either before I leave to do the campaign or as soon as I get home after the campaign session.
The magic items you get to pick do not come out of your gold supply. For the gold and items I'm just going off the starting equipment for 17th - 20th level characters in the DMG
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Okay, since we have eight people who would like to play, I've been debating whether to do two groups of four or one group of eight- and I've decided on one big group. This adventure would be really hard for a group of four, and then if a player has to drop out it's going to be pretty impossible for three players. Eight players will make it slightly easier but- oh well. The object here is to have fun!
I will get everything set up today and we can get started tomorrow! Looking forward to playing.
To open the gate to the Blood Stone, you first need to make a great sacrifice- and that is where this story begins.
Each of you has achieved powers that elevate you to a god-like status amongst the common folk. These gifts were hard-earned and are well deserved. Attaining the level of power you now hold has not been easy. You have sacrificed much: lives, love, morals, contentment, and more. It has all been worth it. The time has arrived for you to leave this world and take your place among the pantheon of Faerûn.
The air is filled with cries of terror as the eight of you descend upon the city of Elturel. The gate to the center of the earth can only be opened in a place saturated with death, and so you have come to lay the city to waste. The meager force of paladins attempting to protect the citizens is no match for your might. Buildings burn and blood flows through the streets.
*Here I would like everyone to take a moment to describe their character as your group utterly destroys this place. Your description can be as long or short as you’d like. This is all cinematic, so you don’t need to make any rolls. Just go wild*
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As Mankur walks into town he separates from the group, he makes his way towards some of the town folk smiling healing some of them. "It's okay everything will be over soon" Before releasing a wave of thunderous and necrotic energy outwards from him. he then continues his rampage through the town using a mixture of spells and his favored long sword, of course making use of his stealthily advantageous gear every time he kills a villager he says a silent pray to his goddess and a quick apology to the deceased before continuing.
Barosh flies over the city's meager defenses, his golden wings outstretched in the night. From his hands he casts fire and ice, leaving burning and frozen corpses in his wake. He reaches the ground and collapses his wings as he begins to walk towards a group of terrified soldiers and townsfolk. In the fires around him, his golden eyes glow with an eager, unearthly light and the golden scales that wrap around his arms in a double helix glitter as he begins to charge the group. He takes down the first soldier, destroying his face with a single punch, and quickly rounds on another.
When one of the soldiers attempts to stab him from behind, he quickly whirls around and blocks the blow with one of his bracers of defense and then decapitates the soldier with a roundhouse kick. As the civilians flee in terror Barosh's hands flash red and their screams of fear are quickly replaced by screams of pain. Barosh then disguises himself with magic to appear as a paladin and then pulls a broom of flying out from his bag. Flying above the city, Barosh spots a single man, walking alone on a destroyed path. He swoops down and extends his hand, the man says, "Oh Pelor thank you! Please, if you can help my wi-AAGH" the man is cut off as Barosh grabs his wrist and quickly shatters it. Barosh then pulls the man forcefully into his bag of holding, something to save for later.
Barosh is a human standing at approximately six feet tall. Under his shoulder length dark hair are two golden eyes set in a face tanned by many years in the fields. Barosh wears a formal lord's clothing, a deep purple shirt with some gold workings, with the sleeves cut off to reveal two arms covered by gold scales in a double helix pattern. The shirt has two small openings in the back, to account for his wings. In one hand Barosh holds a magical wand, practically glowing with power. He has magical bracers on his arms and a bag of holding over his shoulder.
A sphere of shadows flies back and forth over the city, flickering tendrils of shadow in the center, seeming to absorb all of the light around it as Ileanys goes about his work, obscured in the darkness. Crossbow bolts come flying out of the sphere striking down villagers and paladins alike with unerring accuracy. He works efficiently, continually moving and striking people down wherever he finds them as he works his way across the city, making no sounds but for the cries of his victims below.
(Unfortunately no time to write out anything longer right now, will see if i can add more later tonight)
Valrakas watches the city from the sky with his demon wings slowly swinging. The power of Bhall, the god of murder, flowing through him. Valrakas has drawn his blades and a bloodlust has entered his eyes. He begins to cast magical bolts of flame, setting fire to nearby buildings as he descends to the center of the city square. Valrakas moves his hands, controlling the flames movements. The flames move from building to building. Horses flee from the stables on fire. People are running out of buildings to escape the smoke. Glass shatters from the intense heat. Chimneys begin to collapse as the structures around the chiminys begin to weaken. Enough poor souls make out of the buildings alive to quench the blood thirst.
Valrakas casts spells to charm the citizens that were attempting to flee. Valrakas keeps them within the square currently burning around them. Valrakas approaches each townsfolk reassuring them everything will be fine. The magic charm has eased their minds. While looking into their eyes, Valrakas will move his blade up to their necks. He slowly begins to cut through the neck in a single stroke. About halfway through the cut, the spell breaks but it’s too late. Each victim has a terrified look just before collapsing on the ground, grasping their neck. Large pools of blood spill onto the dirt as the victims succumb to the massive blood loss.
After all the citizens have been cut open, Valrakas waves his hand and extinguishes all the flame in the square. Those trapped in the buildings make their exit, horribly burned. The burned townfolk walk in circles in the square unsure where to go. Valrakas trades his blades for his quarterstaff. With a hearty swing, Valrakas brings the quarterstaff down on the head of each of the confused and traumatized townfolk. They fall to the ground dead as blood leaks from their eyes and ears with a noticeable indention in their head. While moving about, he does a bit of a happy go lucky skip.
A few are lucky enough to have made it this far without suffering from any major injuries begin attempting to flee the square. Valrakas draws his crossbow and let bolts fly. Each bolt, perfectly aimed, strikes the fleeing townsfolk in the back. A few die almost immediately, but a few survive the initial encounter. Valrakas reclaims his bolts, yanking them back out of his victims, leaving a much bigger hole. The townsfolk who survived are met with multiple stabs from a dagger into the stomach. Intestines and blood spill out into the streets as the victims writh in pain until the shock knocks them out.
Valrakas stands at the center of the city looking over the work he has accomplished. He laughs and flames rise from his feet. The flames rise up to his chest as he begins to laugh a devils laugh. Blood drips from a dagger in each hand.
Valrakas has dark red skin, black hair and goatee and a thin build. A brown long shirt and hood cover most of his body with a dark grey mantle covers the shirt. Slim navy blue pants cover the lower half of his slender body. He wears an odd pair of boots. They appeared to have been dyed black, but some worn parts appear green.
(Too dark? He’s not the Demon Carver of Neverwinter for nothing.)
A tall and beautiful high-elven man walks into the city, going away from where the others went and heading down the path to the district in which the nobles and rich take residence in. His long silver locks blow in the wind, the left side slicked back along with two braids revealing both his Headband of Intellect and his eyes that are the color of the purest sapphire jewels, ever so cold and calculating. His exquisite clothing is made of the richest materials that are truly fit for a king in shades of brown and white with gold intricate detailing and sapphire jewels, with Adamantine Breastplate hidden underneath to protect him and wearing an Amulet of Health around his neck. He is carrying a silver viol with black trim and detailing along with its bow in his hands and has the Rod of Rulership strapped to his back along with his bag. As Laucian keeps walking down the streets, a group of ten nobles saw him and came running towards him, crying and begging for him to get them out of this city before he put his hand out to stop them and pulled out a Broom of Flying from his bag. "Fly" he calmly commanded as he flew high up above the nobles on his broom, making sure that he was far up away enough from the confused nobles. He just looked down at them, mere ants beneath him as he pointed down at the group. Suddenly the nobles were holding their heads in pain before exploding one by one, splattering blood everywhere in the streets and on the nearby buildings but none on him as their headless corpses collapsed to the ground. At that moment, twelve paladins had seen the headless corpses fall as they ran over before looking up and spotting Laucian, screaming in anger and failing to even reach him with their pathetic weapons. Laucian chuckled, flying down right in front of the paladins before readying his viol and playing an entrancing melody for them all to hear. "These citizens are all evil sinners who have betrayed your god. Kill them all with no mercy." he suggested to them as he finished his melody, smirking. The paladins fell for his charm, nodding before they turned around and went chasing after any citizens. Laucian flew back up high into the air, watching the paladins brutally kill the very citizens that they were supposed to be protecting, what irony in it all. While still flying around, he plays a haunting melody in accompaniment to the screams and cries of all in the city below, making such sweet music from all of this chaos and bloodshed with no guilt or remorse.
"Why do you fight?" A metallic fist slams through the armor and into the chest of the paladin. "Do you not understand that you have no chance? Lay down your arms, please," begs an emotionless voice. The paladin falls with a clang to the cobblestone street, as it does so a tendril of necrotic energy flows from the fallen soldier into the monk seemingly bolstering its fortitude.
Blue glowing orbs within the helm turn to find its next target. With amazing agility, the figure shifts its weight to its other foot and bring its leg around for a series of repeating roundhouse kicks - alternating between the ribs and head of its opponent. The sound of metal meeting hollow metal rings through the streets. When the ringing subsides, another soldier falls with its armor looking as if it was hit by a battering ram capable of taking down the gates of the strongest of keeps.
A wave of soldiers rush toward the warforged, Raze removes a staff from its back. "Why do you rush toward your death like the others? You are very slow to learn." They take up a defensive stance as this group approaches, taking the time to calculate its next tactics to dispatch this futile effort.
As the Sundering reshapes the world around you, war rages amongst the deities. Deific domains fall and are claimed with increasing frequency. This time of woe for many is to be your greatest hour. The dark gods are secretly gathering in the Elemental Chaos. You have been selected to ascend to the position of Demigod and claim what you have worked so hard to achieve. You have but one final task to complete before the prize is yours—you must descend to the core of the world, find a stone called the Blood Sphere, and use it to open a gate to the Elemental Chaos.
In this adventure, we join a group of elite villains, intent on attaining godhood. They each have been in service to an evil deity for many years, and a long adventuring career filled with lies, murder, and deceit is now drawing to a close.
Are you among them?
About the Adventure: This adventure is Descent to Ascension by Swordfin Games (It’s available on DM’s Guild). I have not run it before, so we’ll see how it goes! It’s designed to be a one shot, so I anticipate this game taking about a couple weeks to run depending on how frequently people can post. This module is designed for five players. I might run it more than once if there’s a lot of interest.
About Me: I am somewhat new to play by post, but I have been playing and running D&D for close to three years. I like to follow RAW just to keep things simple and fair. I do my best to work with players and give them options if there’s something they want to try, but I also like to ground my adventures in reality and actions have consequences
Content sharing: Unfortunately I am a broke DM and I have no content to share.
Everybody’s evil, but this is still D&D and your characters have a goal they need one another to reach so keep that in mind while playing.
What to include in your application post-
Character Name:
Class & Race: Any race and class from published material is okay. Critical Role classes and subclasses are also okay if you want to use them. No UA please. You can use standard array or point buy. For equipment you get your basic starting equipment , 20,000 gp (to spend on weapons, armor, spell components ect), three uncommon magic items, two rare items, and one very rare item.
Backstory: Feel free to keep this as simple or creative as you would like.
Link to character sheet:
Experience with D&D: We are going to be playing 20th level characters AND all the encounters in this module have a difficulty rating of DEADLY, so this isn’t the best game to join if you are a beginner.
Availability: This module is pretty combat heavy so looking for people who can post at least once a day.
I'll keep recruitment open until the end of the day on Saturday, December 8th
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Sounds very interesting to try a level 20 evil character.
PC: Fitzroy Hammerstone - The Mad Empiricist of Corinth
DM:
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Character Name: Barosh Savendown
Class & Race: Human Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
Equipment: Wand of Secrets, Broom of Flying, Bag of Holding, Bracers of Defense, Belt of Hill Giant Strength, Wand of the War Mage, +3
Backstory: Born in a small farming village, Barosh seemed rather mundane as a child. Average at everything, with no special talents. His darker side remained hidden from the other villagers until the day when bandits raided them. As his neighbors were cut down around him, Barosh's magical powers manifested themselves and he beat back the rest of the bandits. He was treated as a hero, up until he was found torturing one of the captured bandits to death in the middle of the night. After being confronted, Barosh slaughtered every single living thing in his village. He had nowhere to go, however, and eventually was driven insane by the isolation. He began to believe that he was destined to become a hero, to save the world. He began subconsciously casting minor illusion and manifesting voices which reaffirmed his false destiny.
He left his village and joined a group of adventurers, and together they went on many quests and defeated many great evils. This entire time, Barosh would occasionally present signs of his former self, going overboard with certain enemies and torturing captives. His allies believed this occasional displays of sadism to be symptoms of insanity, not recognizing that Barosh's heroic personality was the true symptom. The party's other spellcaster used wish to cure Barosh's insanity, at which point he regained his memories of what he'd done to his village. Over the next few years, after leaving the group, Barosh accumulated power and captured, tortured, and ultimately killed his former allies.
Link to character sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/7183712/yaJ7dG
Experience with D&D: I first started playing D&D 3ish months ago. I am currently in 2 in person campaigns (both of which are on hold because of Winter break) and 3 PbP campaigns. I'm also planning on writing and DMing a campaign for the first time in the Spring.
Availability: I'm currently a student in finals week, but I can manage 2-3 posts a day. After Monday (Dec 10th), I'll be pretty much completely available and will be able to post as many times as needed to keep the action smooth. Even now, if everyone is available at a specific time I can post continuously for an hour or so.
Character name: Gilra Qualanthri
Class & Race: Drow Druid (circle of spores (it used to be UA, but is officially printed in Guildmasters Guide to Ravnica))
Equipment and spells: in progress (Tome of Understanding (used), ...)
Backstory: Gilra is a male drow, so that's already not a good start. He also has 3 older sisters. The society expected exactly nothing from him except obedience and staying quiet. The friends he made at a young age we deemed unnecessary and inappropriate by his parents. So he grew mushrooms. And worked in city watch. And grew mushrooms. And traveled the Underdark for "additional training" while actually seeking out more mushrooms and other people (or monsters) who were into the same thing. But all of that was hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Today he's more of an intelligent collection of spores than a man. It's rather boring though.. but the Blood Sphere sounds interesting.
Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/7184998/ThH1Gp
Experience with D&D: I've mostly been a DM (a few years). The highest I've run was a party of level 12 characters.
Availability: yes
Name-Archy (the ArchHuman. Heh.)
Class-Fighter 16 Warlock 4
Magic Items: Demon Armor, Ring of Mind Shieldin, Instant fortress, (something that has 1 charge and casts Scorching ray), Portable Hole, Red elemental Gem
Backstory- Archy doesn't know who his parents are. He doesn't care. They don't care about him, so why would he care? But, you know who did care (add quotation marks, though he doesn't know.)? The ArchDemon. He considered him his son, his protégé. But, Archy, even though he cares for his 'dad', wants to become stronger than him, and has set out on the world with the magical gifts his 'dad' gave him. He hasn't been out of his Demon armor in 24 years, and has barely been outside in the world.
Availability-Generally all week. I have trouble with PM's, so tell me in the thread if you PM me.
Experience-Not a Beginner.
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Ileanys was an explorer who made his living selling fake "artifacts" and “discoveries” (charlatan background). One day, he came across something real, an ancient sentient artifact. It made a pact with him, agreeing to give him power in exchange for keeping it hidden and working as it's agent in the world.
Ileanys continued with his previous lifestyle of selling fakes, but would also undertake missions as directed by his patron. Over time he was corrupted by the power of the entity with which he had made his pact, but as his corruption grew, so did his power, until he had achieved enough power to warrant selection to be raised to a demigod himself.
Character Name: Mankur
Class & Race: Fallen Aasimar Oath-breaker Paladin
Magic Items: Mithral Plate, Cloak of Elvenkind, Brooch of Shielding, Shield +2, Longsword +2, Belt of Fire Giant Strength
Backstory: Mankur grew up aspiring to be a hero just like in the tales he used to hear, he joined his town's guards trained in the holy arts. He ended up adventuring with a group for a long time being devoted to their safety and health above his, as the group got better they started infighting more, it seemed that when their lives were on the line they had less time to worry about who got which magic item. Months go bye and the fighting has gotten worse Mankur still just watches as his friends start to grow spiteful of each other, this isn't what heroes are supposed to be. One day after killing a fire giant who had gotten too close to a large town, it happened one of his friends attacked another at this Mankur snapped his usually cleansing aura turned dark he stabbed the assailant first piercing his heart, he blocked an arrow shot at by the ranger and cut their bow in two before cutting off their arm then slicing them in two, he finally moved on to the victim the wizard who had been in shock since the battle started, he cast darkness trying to blind me, but a simple dispell magic revealed him once more as he ran I stabbed him through the back before hearing one word "why.." after they were all dead I picked up the rangers cloak, the wizards brooch, and took the belt that we had gotten from the giant. The answer to the wizard's question was an odd one, the world doesn't need anymore false idols to worship and adore, afterall there's plenty of gods that fit the bill already.
Link to character sheet: Mankur
Experience with D&D: Played and run 5e, delved a little into Pathfinder a few years back.
Avaliability: Usually post regularly able to post at least once per day, more likely in the evenings in central time zone.
Raze knew nothing but war from the start, having been made to be part of an elite squad of warforged within the kingdom's army. Even though they were created to be sentient beings, the Emperor paid no mind to this and utilized the warforged for the most deadly of missions, and preferred to retrieve and revive any that fell as opposed to sending "live" soldiers. The squad's last mission failed and Raze fell in battle. Additionally, the opposing kingdom managed to defeat and overthrow Raze's kingdom. However having seen the warforged effectiveness firsthand the victors resurrected the squad to study and reproduce this technology.
Raze was given the opportunity to live a "normal" life after being the subject of their studies. Unsure what to do having only known one thing, Raze decided to seclude himself to meditate on his future. Unable to shake his original programming as a soldier, Raze came to the conclusion the easiest course of action is to improve his mind and body, and then continue on his original mission to destroy the enemies of his fallen kingdom.
Character Name: Laucian Amakiir
Class & Race: High Elf College of Lore Bard 19/Knowledge Cleric 1
Magic Items: Tome of Leadership and Influence, Amulet of Health, Rod of Rulership, Adamantine Breastplate, Headband of Intellect, Broom of Flying
Backstory: Born an only child and sole heir to the throne of Celene in Greyhawk, Vall was groomed to be the perfect prince and future king. He lived a lavish life of luxury, surrounded only by royal elves who thought that they were better than all the other races and should be the true rulers. So naturally he believed this as he grew up, influencing his personality and values. He was spoiled rotten, being taught by the best scholars and waited on hand and foot by servants, always getting his way no matter what. Soon after his 100th birthday, he gave himself the name Laucian now that he was an adult. While he is the heir to the throne, he does need to prove that he has what it takes, thinking of how to do so. It was at this point when he noticed that his words and the music he plays were influencing those who listened much more than usual, unnaturally so as if it was magic. He consulted the royal bard and indeed, it was by magic and he had a great gift that could help him to become quite powerful. Laucian had a brilliant idea of how he can use this to his benefit, to become the ruler of a kingdom outside of Celene to prove his worth and accomplish a great goal, to finally have the elves rule over all while the other races would be at their mercy. But in order to do this, he must get his name known so that the foolish people will want him to be their ruler, to become a hero. Laucian knew that he could not fight by himself though, needing idiots to fight with and for him, manipulating and gaining their trust while together defeating evil as heroes. This way he will have underlings on his side to help reaffirm and spread word of his good reputation, in order to make others believe that only he is fit to rule as someone that wants to bring about true peace between all the kingdoms and the races when it is in actuality the opposite. For once he takes over a kingdom and becomes King of Celene at the same time, that is when everything shall truly start as all the elves in the land will become the almighty rulers while the rest will either serve as their slaves or die to be rid of any nuisances. So he set out on his journey, joining a rag-tag group of adventurers in Faerun as they stopped Iymrith from shattering the Ordening any further and were slaying giants. He became known as the one who made giants grovel to their knees before him, begging for mercy. While this was fine, he was not strong enough and needed more power, more influence to accomplish his goals. So Laucian left and went about the rest of his journey, defeating arch-mages and dragons with ease as he grew stronger, always traveling with good-natured adventurers and making them believe that he shares the same beliefs in wanting to defeat evil and spread peace. With each city he stopped in, he would connect with the royalty and woo them with his grace and musical talent while also manipulating the common folk with sweet words into believing that he is all for helping them and being on their side promoting peace and tolerance. He grew wiser and smarter as he traveled, learning multiple languages in order to gain more knowledge that he can use to his benefit. It is because of this that he managed to attract Oghma, a god of knowledge who appeared before him and took great interest in Laucian since they seem to be very similar with being both handsome, charismatic men who seek knowledge and enjoy music as well. Laucian convinced Oghma to give him some of his knowledge and power in exchange for spreading word of him and trying to convert others so they may attain his knowledge, having worked as the foolish god accepted. From then on, Laucian became a cleric of Oghma and with that, he used this to only prove to everyone that he clearly should be in charge since he was even chosen by a god of knowledge after all. It worked all according to plan as he finally took his rightful place as King of Celene and even was made King of another major city in Faerun. But his ultimate goal of a world ruled by only elves with him at the helm is much more difficult to attain than he thought by having titles of King alone. Over the years, Laucian grew very greedy and wanted even more power in order to realize his ultimate dream but had no way of knowing how else to obtain what he needs. But that is when he discovered that he has been selected to possibly be raised up to a demigod status, only needing to find the Blood Sphere and open a gate with it. He gladly accepted as he now realized that only by becoming a demigod, he can finally achieve and gain all of the power that he wants and needs to make his dream a true reality, believing that he is fit to become a demigod where he will rule over all indefinitely with no mortal or being stopping him.
Link to character sheet: Laucian
Experience with D&D: I have been playing D&D since March of this year, 5e and in Adventurer's League only. But I have done one AL campaign (Storm King's Thunder) with a character almost exactly like Laucian but who is now at Level 11 and am currently in the midst of another AL campaign (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) with a different character as well. I've never done PbP before, but I do have years of experience roleplaying online via forums posts and threads.
Availability: I can at least be able to post once a day, in the evenings only on the weekdays since I do work during the day. I can likely post more on the weekends, depends on any plans I may have and especially if we're all online at the same time and able to post one after another right away. MST time zone as well. EDIT: I just now joined a homebrew campaign on Saturdays, so that’s the only day where I may not be able to post or only be able to get in one post either before I leave to do the campaign or as soon as I get home after the campaign session.
Is the 20,000gp to be inclusive of the magic items? If so, what are we to base the price of those items off of?
The magic items you get to pick do not come out of your gold supply. For the gold and items I'm just going off the starting equipment for 17th - 20th level characters in the DMG
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Yeah, stuff like consumed spell components for anything between Find Familiary and Heroes' Feast and Shapechange or some other spells.
Or.. a boat :)
Okay, since we have eight people who would like to play, I've been debating whether to do two groups of four or one group of eight- and I've decided on one big group. This adventure would be really hard for a group of four, and then if a player has to drop out it's going to be pretty impossible for three players. Eight players will make it slightly easier but- oh well. The object here is to have fun!
I will get everything set up today and we can get started tomorrow! Looking forward to playing.
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
To open the gate to the Blood Stone, you first need to make a great sacrifice- and that is where this story begins.
Each of you has achieved powers that elevate you to a god-like status amongst the common folk. These gifts were hard-earned and are well deserved. Attaining the level of power you now hold has not been easy. You have sacrificed much: lives, love, morals, contentment, and more. It has all been worth it. The time has arrived for you to leave this world and take your place among the pantheon of Faerûn.
The air is filled with cries of terror as the eight of you descend upon the city of Elturel. The gate to the center of the earth can only be opened in a place saturated with death, and so you have come to lay the city to waste. The meager force of paladins attempting to protect the citizens is no match for your might. Buildings burn and blood flows through the streets.
*Here I would like everyone to take a moment to describe their character as your group utterly destroys this place. Your description can be as long or short as you’d like. This is all cinematic, so you don’t need to make any rolls. Just go wild*
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
As Mankur walks into town he separates from the group, he makes his way towards some of the town folk smiling healing some of them. "It's okay everything will be over soon" Before releasing a wave of thunderous and necrotic energy outwards from him. he then continues his rampage through the town using a mixture of spells and his favored long sword, of course making use of his stealthily advantageous gear every time he kills a villager he says a silent pray to his goddess and a quick apology to the deceased before continuing.
Barosh flies over the city's meager defenses, his golden wings outstretched in the night. From his hands he casts fire and ice, leaving burning and frozen corpses in his wake. He reaches the ground and collapses his wings as he begins to walk towards a group of terrified soldiers and townsfolk. In the fires around him, his golden eyes glow with an eager, unearthly light and the golden scales that wrap around his arms in a double helix glitter as he begins to charge the group. He takes down the first soldier, destroying his face with a single punch, and quickly rounds on another.
When one of the soldiers attempts to stab him from behind, he quickly whirls around and blocks the blow with one of his bracers of defense and then decapitates the soldier with a roundhouse kick. As the civilians flee in terror Barosh's hands flash red and their screams of fear are quickly replaced by screams of pain. Barosh then disguises himself with magic to appear as a paladin and then pulls a broom of flying out from his bag. Flying above the city, Barosh spots a single man, walking alone on a destroyed path. He swoops down and extends his hand, the man says, "Oh Pelor thank you! Please, if you can help my wi-AAGH" the man is cut off as Barosh grabs his wrist and quickly shatters it. Barosh then pulls the man forcefully into his bag of holding, something to save for later.
Barosh is a human standing at approximately six feet tall. Under his shoulder length dark hair are two golden eyes set in a face tanned by many years in the fields. Barosh wears a formal lord's clothing, a deep purple shirt with some gold workings, with the sleeves cut off to reveal two arms covered by gold scales in a double helix pattern. The shirt has two small openings in the back, to account for his wings. In one hand Barosh holds a magical wand, practically glowing with power. He has magical bracers on his arms and a bag of holding over his shoulder.
A sphere of shadows flies back and forth over the city, flickering tendrils of shadow in the center, seeming to absorb all of the light around it as Ileanys goes about his work, obscured in the darkness. Crossbow bolts come flying out of the sphere striking down villagers and paladins alike with unerring accuracy. He works efficiently, continually moving and striking people down wherever he finds them as he works his way across the city, making no sounds but for the cries of his victims below.
(Unfortunately no time to write out anything longer right now, will see if i can add more later tonight)
Valrakas watches the city from the sky with his demon wings slowly swinging. The power of Bhall, the god of murder, flowing through him. Valrakas has drawn his blades and a bloodlust has entered his eyes. He begins to cast magical bolts of flame, setting fire to nearby buildings as he descends to the center of the city square. Valrakas moves his hands, controlling the flames movements. The flames move from building to building. Horses flee from the stables on fire. People are running out of buildings to escape the smoke. Glass shatters from the intense heat. Chimneys begin to collapse as the structures around the chiminys begin to weaken. Enough poor souls make out of the buildings alive to quench the blood thirst.
Valrakas casts spells to charm the citizens that were attempting to flee. Valrakas keeps them within the square currently burning around them. Valrakas approaches each townsfolk reassuring them everything will be fine. The magic charm has eased their minds. While looking into their eyes, Valrakas will move his blade up to their necks. He slowly begins to cut through the neck in a single stroke. About halfway through the cut, the spell breaks but it’s too late. Each victim has a terrified look just before collapsing on the ground, grasping their neck. Large pools of blood spill onto the dirt as the victims succumb to the massive blood loss.
After all the citizens have been cut open, Valrakas waves his hand and extinguishes all the flame in the square. Those trapped in the buildings make their exit, horribly burned. The burned townfolk walk in circles in the square unsure where to go. Valrakas trades his blades for his quarterstaff. With a hearty swing, Valrakas brings the quarterstaff down on the head of each of the confused and traumatized townfolk. They fall to the ground dead as blood leaks from their eyes and ears with a noticeable indention in their head. While moving about, he does a bit of a happy go lucky skip.
A few are lucky enough to have made it this far without suffering from any major injuries begin attempting to flee the square. Valrakas draws his crossbow and let bolts fly. Each bolt, perfectly aimed, strikes the fleeing townsfolk in the back. A few die almost immediately, but a few survive the initial encounter. Valrakas reclaims his bolts, yanking them back out of his victims, leaving a much bigger hole. The townsfolk who survived are met with multiple stabs from a dagger into the stomach. Intestines and blood spill out into the streets as the victims writh in pain until the shock knocks them out.
Valrakas stands at the center of the city looking over the work he has accomplished. He laughs and flames rise from his feet. The flames rise up to his chest as he begins to laugh a devils laugh. Blood drips from a dagger in each hand.
Valrakas has dark red skin, black hair and goatee and a thin build. A brown long shirt and hood cover most of his body with a dark grey mantle covers the shirt. Slim navy blue pants cover the lower half of his slender body. He wears an odd pair of boots. They appeared to have been dyed black, but some worn parts appear green.
(Too dark? He’s not the Demon Carver of Neverwinter for nothing.)
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A tall and beautiful high-elven man walks into the city, going away from where the others went and heading down the path to the district in which the nobles and rich take residence in. His long silver locks blow in the wind, the left side slicked back along with two braids revealing both his Headband of Intellect and his eyes that are the color of the purest sapphire jewels, ever so cold and calculating. His exquisite clothing is made of the richest materials that are truly fit for a king in shades of brown and white with gold intricate detailing and sapphire jewels, with Adamantine Breastplate hidden underneath to protect him and wearing an Amulet of Health around his neck. He is carrying a silver viol with black trim and detailing along with its bow in his hands and has the Rod of Rulership strapped to his back along with his bag. As Laucian keeps walking down the streets, a group of ten nobles saw him and came running towards him, crying and begging for him to get them out of this city before he put his hand out to stop them and pulled out a Broom of Flying from his bag. "Fly" he calmly commanded as he flew high up above the nobles on his broom, making sure that he was far up away enough from the confused nobles. He just looked down at them, mere ants beneath him as he pointed down at the group. Suddenly the nobles were holding their heads in pain before exploding one by one, splattering blood everywhere in the streets and on the nearby buildings but none on him as their headless corpses collapsed to the ground. At that moment, twelve paladins had seen the headless corpses fall as they ran over before looking up and spotting Laucian, screaming in anger and failing to even reach him with their pathetic weapons. Laucian chuckled, flying down right in front of the paladins before readying his viol and playing an entrancing melody for them all to hear. "These citizens are all evil sinners who have betrayed your god. Kill them all with no mercy." he suggested to them as he finished his melody, smirking. The paladins fell for his charm, nodding before they turned around and went chasing after any citizens. Laucian flew back up high into the air, watching the paladins brutally kill the very citizens that they were supposed to be protecting, what irony in it all. While still flying around, he plays a haunting melody in accompaniment to the screams and cries of all in the city below, making such sweet music from all of this chaos and bloodshed with no guilt or remorse.
(What Laucian looks like, but imagine the ears being the long typical high-elf ears instead)
"Why do you fight?" A metallic fist slams through the armor and into the chest of the paladin. "Do you not understand that you have no chance? Lay down your arms, please," begs an emotionless voice. The paladin falls with a clang to the cobblestone street, as it does so a tendril of necrotic energy flows from the fallen soldier into the monk seemingly bolstering its fortitude.
Blue glowing orbs within the helm turn to find its next target. With amazing agility, the figure shifts its weight to its other foot and bring its leg around for a series of repeating roundhouse kicks - alternating between the ribs and head of its opponent. The sound of metal meeting hollow metal rings through the streets. When the ringing subsides, another soldier falls with its armor looking as if it was hit by a battering ram capable of taking down the gates of the strongest of keeps.
A wave of soldiers rush toward the warforged, Raze removes a staff from its back. "Why do you rush toward your death like the others? You are very slow to learn." They take up a defensive stance as this group approaches, taking the time to calculate its next tactics to dispatch this futile effort.