Hello all. This will be my first time DMing here, so please be gentle with me :p I'll be running Sunless Citadel, from Tales from the Yawning Portal. However, the player characters will be level 3 (instead of level 1) and the monster encounters will be changed accordingly. If you've already played this adventure, that's fine; just please remember to separate OOC knowledge from IC knowledge.
If you'd like to join, please PM me with two different character concepts. This should include race, class, archetype (primal path, bard college, etc) and a brief backstory. Use point buy for stats. In your PM, also tell me a bit about yourself: how often you can post, how much experience you've had in tabletop and PbP games, and what sort of gameplay you prefer (combat focused, roleplay focused, etc.) Also please include the word "pineapple" to show that you've actually read this.
Discord will be used for OOC chat. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them here.
Content sharing on for a campaign means that any content unlocked by any participant (player or DM) within that campaign is available for all players and the DM for use. Though it does require someone to have mastertier subscription first. If not available, it's fine. But was curious.
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The hobgoblin tribe infesting the ruins near Oakhurst sells a single piece of magical fruit to the highest bidder once every midsummer. They've been doing this for the last twelve years. Usually, the fruit sells for around 50 gp, which is all the townsfolk can bring themselves to pay a hobgoblin. The fruit, apparently an apple of perfect hue, heals those who suffer from any disease or other ailment. Curious to find the source (and eager to liberate it from the hobgoblins), a group of adventurers has assembled to brave the Sunless Citadel.
After a few hours' journey on the Old Road, the adventurers arrive at a sandy ledge overlooking a subterranean gulf of darkness. The ledge is wide but rough. Sand, rocky debris, and the bones of small animals cover it. A roughhewn stairwell zigs and zags down the side of the ledge, descending into darkness. Two hobgoblins sit at the far end of the ledge, apparently unaware of the adventurers.
Cemendur "<...> I'm aware that they've been doing this for the past decade with few incidents, if any, friend. All I'm saying is that I doubt they don't have anything bigger brewing in there, and we would be wise to prepare for that. I mean, have you ever seen a goblin NOT want-" the high elf jumps and stops mid-sentence as he sets his eyes upon the pair of hobgoblins ahead, bending down slightly as if to avoid being seen, waving to the others to stay quiet. He grabs his shield tied to his back and looks around at the others, and speaks in a low tone "So, want me to talk to them? Get them to spill the beans, or maybe leave? Doubt they'll be inclined to..."
Kenneth is a younger human with short black hair, green eyes, fair skin, is nearing 6' tall, and missing his ring and pinky finger on his right hand. He wears a deep green hooded robe that covers 90% of his body and has a raptor sleeve covering his right forearm where Kai, his hawk, perches from time to time.
"You know, I don't think talking is going to go over very well. They're not currently selling any of their fruit so they aren't expecting anyone to approach them." While stroking the underbelly of Kai "I could send Kai up to scout from above if you would like? We could see if there are anymore in the general area."
Noticing Cemendur's gesture, Puli immediately pulls up the hood of her cloak and her already small 4'11" frame seems to become even smaller. She adjusts her belt with its various pouches and pats her sheathed daggers and then her bow. "Kai up to scout? Me scout? Or both?" she says with a soft click of her beak, her black eyes bright as she cocks her head enquiringly, looking up at the group.
Looking over towards Puli "You are rather sneaky." Looking towards everyone else "Perhaps Puli is right, we should have her move up and see what she sees."
Vigar, an shorter (5'6") older looking human man with a well maintained black beard and shoulder length black hair that is starting to show his grey.is walking along in the front of the line looking around at all of the local fauna and trying to remember which of the local berries are poisonous and which are not, his stomach rumbling. He isn't paying attention to any of the activity around him. Just humming a tune to himself.
"Oh hey look at those flowers! I have read of the medicinal purposes. They are poisonous if not proper distilled though."
Jolly towers over all but true giants. His skin is sea green, and beyond just the long, unkempt hair composed of a mix of deep greens and almost darker red atop his head , his extremities are also covered in thick like colored patches. Though standing a little over eight tall he strikes a worrisome figure, the pot belly and perpetually half-asleep expression on his face dispels most concerns of violence out of the elven eared giant. As both a cleric of Jannath(Chauntae to mainlanders), and natural druid of otherworldly origins, his hair and fur is interlaced with various forms of plant-life that still appears very much thriving and alive. He also wears hide armor made from a bear and several smaller beasts.
The firbolg has thus far been a quiet but watchful presence. If he hadn't introduced himself in the beginning, one would think the Firbolg mute or bound to some vow of silence. Hearing Vigar's stomach rumbling, Jolly gives his walking staff a few shakes before seeming to both whisper and sing something to it in a tongue none of his compatriots knew. As soon as the small bundle of berries and nuts finished their rapid growing from its tip, all bout one of the ten are pocketed. The last he offers to Vigar after tapping him on the shoulder.
If consumed immediately:
The berry tastes of Vigar's favorite food. Even if it is some form of meat. Once more, it is exceptionally filling, and any minor aches or scratches gained during his journey rapidly heal.
The berry passed along, Jolly goes back to keeping an eye on the others. If it looks, however, that Poli would go forward to sneak up ahead, Jolly makes sure to try and tap her shoulder, motioning her close as he squats down. Again, he whispers something that Poli at least would clearly hear sounded like the rustle of leaves in autumn and a babbling brook. Though the words -- if they words -- couldn't be understood, the lingering feeling of a presence nearby and ready to provide Guidance stays with her.
For a while.
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As Puli approaches the hobgoblins, she hears them talking to each other, though she doesn't understand what they're saying, since they are speaking Goblin. Judging by tone of voice, though, it just sounds like a casual conversation. They hear the kenku's footsteps and turn to look at her. One says something to the other, sounding annoyed. The other simply nods. However, they don't move from where they are.
Puli looks at the goblins, trying to see what, if any, weapons they have at hand in case things go wrong. She feels the comforting weight of her own dagger against her arm. She doesn't know what they are saying, but she mimics their speech, imitating whatever it was they just said.
Each hobgoblin has a longsword and a longbow, but their weapons are stowed and they don't seem to be reaching for them. Puli receives a wide-eyed look from the one whose speech was just repeated. "What the... what was that?" she says in Common. "You just used my own voice?"
Puli cocks her head at the goblin’s words. “Sorry, birdwatching. Not mean disturb you two. Hunting?” she asks, her voice pitched loud enough to carry to her hidden companions. “Taking break? More of you? I go?” She waits, muscles tensed in case they make a move towards their weapons.
Deception: 20
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Hello all. This will be my first time DMing here, so please be gentle with me :p I'll be running Sunless Citadel, from Tales from the Yawning Portal. However, the player characters will be level 3 (instead of level 1) and the monster encounters will be changed accordingly. If you've already played this adventure, that's fine; just please remember to separate OOC knowledge from IC knowledge.
If you'd like to join, please PM me with two different character concepts. This should include race, class, archetype (primal path, bard college, etc) and a brief backstory. Use point buy for stats. In your PM, also tell me a bit about yourself: how often you can post, how much experience you've had in tabletop and PbP games, and what sort of gameplay you prefer (combat focused, roleplay focused, etc.) Also please include the word "pineapple" to show that you've actually read this.
Discord will be used for OOC chat. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them here.
PMed.
Players so far:
loathe- Rogue
Azimuthal- Barbarian
gergecoelho- Cleric
I'll take one or two more. All classes are still welcome, though an arcane caster would be especially appreciated.
Okay, we got our arcane caster! Still open to one more player. Any class/archetype. Feel free to go nuts.
Have a couple concepts in mind, but had to confirm if there will be content sharing of some sort? And also, would multiclassing be allowed?
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Sure, multiclassing is cool. And, sorry, but what do you mean by content sharing?
Content sharing on for a campaign means that any content unlocked by any participant (player or DM) within that campaign is available for all players and the DM for use. Though it does require someone to have mastertier subscription first. If not available, it's fine. But was curious.
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PM'ed
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cool, we've got a full group now!
loathe- Rogue
Azimuthal- Barbarian
gergecoelho- Cleric
Jusblazm- Wizard
Orileo- Cleric/Druid
―IN-CHARACTER BEGINS HERE―
The hobgoblin tribe infesting the ruins near Oakhurst sells a single piece of magical fruit to the highest bidder once every midsummer. They've been doing this for the last twelve years. Usually, the fruit sells for around 50 gp, which is all the townsfolk can bring themselves to pay a hobgoblin. The fruit, apparently an apple of perfect hue, heals those who suffer from any disease or other ailment. Curious to find the source (and eager to liberate it from the hobgoblins), a group of adventurers has assembled to brave the Sunless Citadel.
After a few hours' journey on the Old Road, the adventurers arrive at a sandy ledge overlooking a subterranean gulf of darkness. The ledge is wide but rough. Sand, rocky debris, and the bones of small animals cover it. A roughhewn stairwell zigs and zags down the side of the ledge, descending into darkness. Two hobgoblins sit at the far end of the ledge, apparently unaware of the adventurers.
Cemendur
"<...> I'm aware that they've been doing this for the past decade with few incidents, if any, friend. All I'm saying is that I doubt they don't have anything bigger brewing in there, and we would be wise to prepare for that. I mean, have you ever seen a goblin NOT want-" the high elf jumps and stops mid-sentence as he sets his eyes upon the pair of hobgoblins ahead, bending down slightly as if to avoid being seen, waving to the others to stay quiet. He grabs his shield tied to his back and looks around at the others, and speaks in a low tone "So, want me to talk to them? Get them to spill the beans, or maybe leave? Doubt they'll be inclined to..."
Stealth (if needed): 12
Kenneth is a younger human with short black hair, green eyes, fair skin, is nearing 6' tall, and missing his ring and pinky finger on his right hand. He wears a deep green hooded robe that covers 90% of his body and has a raptor sleeve covering his right forearm where Kai, his hawk, perches from time to time.
"You know, I don't think talking is going to go over very well. They're not currently selling any of their fruit so they aren't expecting anyone to approach them." While stroking the underbelly of Kai "I could send Kai up to scout from above if you would like? We could see if there are anymore in the general area."
Stealth -> 18
Noticing Cemendur's gesture, Puli immediately pulls up the hood of her cloak and her already small 4'11" frame seems to become even smaller. She adjusts her belt with its various pouches and pats her sheathed daggers and then her bow. "Kai up to scout? Me scout? Or both?" she says with a soft click of her beak, her black eyes bright as she cocks her head enquiringly, looking up at the group.
Stealth: 8
Looking over towards Puli "You are rather sneaky." Looking towards everyone else "Perhaps Puli is right, we should have her move up and see what she sees."
Vigar, an shorter (5'6") older looking human man with a well maintained black beard and shoulder length black hair that is starting to show his grey.is walking along in the front of the line looking around at all of the local fauna and trying to remember which of the local berries are poisonous and which are not, his stomach rumbling. He isn't paying attention to any of the activity around him. Just humming a tune to himself.
"Oh hey look at those flowers! I have read of the medicinal purposes. They are poisonous if not proper distilled though."
Jolly towers over all but true giants. His skin is sea green, and beyond just the long, unkempt hair composed of a mix of deep greens and almost darker red atop his head , his extremities are also covered in thick like colored patches. Though standing a little over eight tall he strikes a worrisome figure, the pot belly and perpetually half-asleep expression on his face dispels most concerns of violence out of the elven eared giant. As both a cleric of Jannath(Chauntae to mainlanders), and natural druid of otherworldly origins, his hair and fur is interlaced with various forms of plant-life that still appears very much thriving and alive. He also wears hide armor made from a bear and several smaller beasts.
The firbolg has thus far been a quiet but watchful presence. If he hadn't introduced himself in the beginning, one would think the Firbolg mute or bound to some vow of silence. Hearing Vigar's stomach rumbling, Jolly gives his walking staff a few shakes before seeming to both whisper and sing something to it in a tongue none of his compatriots knew. As soon as the small bundle of berries and nuts finished their rapid growing from its tip, all bout one of the ten are pocketed. The last he offers to Vigar after tapping him on the shoulder.
If consumed immediately:
The berry tastes of Vigar's favorite food. Even if it is some form of meat. Once more, it is exceptionally filling, and any minor aches or scratches gained during his journey rapidly heal.
The berry passed along, Jolly goes back to keeping an eye on the others. If it looks, however, that Poli would go forward to sneak up ahead, Jolly makes sure to try and tap her shoulder, motioning her close as he squats down. Again, he whispers something that Poli at least would clearly hear sounded like the rustle of leaves in autumn and a babbling brook. Though the words -- if they words -- couldn't be understood, the lingering feeling of a presence nearby and ready to provide Guidance stays with her.
For a while.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As Puli approaches the hobgoblins, she hears them talking to each other, though she doesn't understand what they're saying, since they are speaking Goblin. Judging by tone of voice, though, it just sounds like a casual conversation. They hear the kenku's footsteps and turn to look at her. One says something to the other, sounding annoyed. The other simply nods. However, they don't move from where they are.
Puli looks at the goblins, trying to see what, if any, weapons they have at hand in case things go wrong. She feels the comforting weight of her own dagger against her arm. She doesn't know what they are saying, but she mimics their speech, imitating whatever it was they just said.
?Investigation: 20
?Performance (mimicry): 21
Each hobgoblin has a longsword and a longbow, but their weapons are stowed and they don't seem to be reaching for them. Puli receives a wide-eyed look from the one whose speech was just repeated. "What the... what was that?" she says in Common. "You just used my own voice?"
Puli cocks her head at the goblin’s words. “Sorry, birdwatching. Not mean disturb you two. Hunting?” she asks, her voice pitched loud enough to carry to her hidden companions. “Taking break? More of you? I go?” She waits, muscles tensed in case they make a move towards their weapons.
Deception: 20