It is a damp and foggy morning. The guards on the walls are tired and dreary from the chilling, grey dawn, as nothing stirs. Off in the distance, people can be heard waking up for the day and setting up shops, however; the atmosphere is tense. There isn’t enough sound, and dispair hangs all around. Off in the distance, a buggy approaches. Four horses trot out of the fog, to the gates. They are let in without question, and stop at a nearby inn, at the outskirts of the fortified town. A door opens, and out steps...
(Out steps) ... Dorceran Fashadan, a tall Drow with a rapier on his belt and a rod in his hand. He has ordinary thick pants and boots on, as well as a hooded shirt, suitable for the weather in this misty town. He slings his travel pack on over both shoulders and looks around at his most recent stop. There’s bound to be opportunity here if one only goes looking, and keeps an eye out for reliable men and women in arms.
Heya. I'm up for this! Is there any more info on the world?
Ability scores: 171112131013
(out steps)....Colt Blackwater, the Kalashtar Bard. Colt is around 5'11'', with an unruly mess of lilac locks domesticated into a flaring ponytail. One of his eyes is a dark hazelnut-brown, while the other is similar to a swirling orb of jade-tinted mist. He wears a long, tan-leather trench coat overtop a loose cotton tunic. Across his chest chinks a bandoleer of beautiful, gem-encrusted vials, each containing different magical oddities (some holding clods of coloured smoke, others ....the pulsating organs of small, extraordinary beasts). On his lower body, he sports cotton breeches, and fur-lined leather boots suited to long journeys. But more noticeable than anything else is the confident air Colt carries with him....you can almost hear his silver tongue flittering behind his teeth.
Edit: also, I have a backstory if you want me to send it to you:)
Sitting beside the driver, his shoulder-length, normally light brown hair is now dark with moisture, and small beads of water sparkle on his lavender robes. Meilanann stands, stretches, and turns his smiling face to the sky. "I hope it rains today," he says in his startlingly deep voice to no one in particular. The half-elf with the green-tinged skin hops down to the road, graceful as ever, and flashes a grin at Dorceran and Colt. As usual, his spellbook hangs on one hip next to his component pouch, and a crossbow dangles from the other. "Shall we test the culinary waters of this backwater town, brothers?"
Sure, and now I realize how lacking this is. (First PbP I’ve done) I don’t require a full character sheet, just basic ability scores, and I’m going to let in a max of 5 people
This land is a vast and sprawling collection of terrace farms and towns. There are many mountains, but because of this, few fortifications. This place is known as Gladerown. It had its glory days of producing food for kingdoms all around, but all days come to an end. A great fog seems to hover over the land near always. It blots out the sun, killing crops. For the more unfortunate towns, it seems the fog is filled with some malady... their skin becomes dry and cracked, necrosis settles in. Thier eyes become permanently shut, and they cannot swallow. It seems the fog strips one of water, and they die a slow, painful death. Wary travelers from another kingdom have come to put an end to the fog, whether it be magic or natural, they will find the cause and take care of it. They must first gather supplies and information at one of the fortifications, Outpost Calden, before setting off to not only save Gladerown, but to save the kingdoms that rely on it.
A pale elf Paladin walks out, resplendent in white and black armor with red sigils. Their demeanor was sour, as though they thought everyone was below them. “This place will bow to the prime one, or suffer...” they muttered under their breath. Eladrin Paladin, named Alax Haorik
(I think the O.P. Is trying to keep it mysterious... just a guess)
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
From behind the buggy stalks a tall half-elf, a wide grin across his face. He stands there in dark leathers, expensive looking cloak and boats, obviously from money, leaning on his bow he cocks his head at the inn and chuckles.
"You'll risk eating in this hovel? Brave indeed mage." says Sylvalur in a polished common, "my round I believe?".
Sure, and now I realize how lacking this is. (First PbP I’ve done) I don’t require a full character sheet, just basic ability scores, and I’m going to let in a max of 5 people
This land is a vast and sprawling collection of terrace farms and towns. There are many mountains, but because of this, few fortifications. This place is known as Gladerown. It had its glory days of producing food for kingdoms all around, but all days come to an end. A great fog seems to hover over the land near always. It blots out the sun, killing crops. For the more unfortunate towns, it seems the fog is filled with some malady... their skin becomes dry and cracked, necrosis settles in. Thier eyes become permanently shut, and they cannot swallow. It seems the fog strips one of water, and they die a slow, painful death. Wary travelers from another kingdom have come to put an end to the fog, whether it be magic or natural, they will find the cause and take care of it. They must first gather supplies and information at one of the fortifications, Outpost Calden, before setting off to not only save Gladerown, but to save the kingdoms that rely on it.
Okay. Sounds like it's a cool homebrewery campaign. Are there any race/class restrictions, any lore we can build off of, or any sort of map? Are we all outsiders or residents? Do we start off with equipment, or purchase it with gold? I'm interested in it, I just need a few more details.
Edit: ah, just realized what you said about the character sheet - last question, is it filled up?
Sylvalur springs forward and slings his bow over his back "anything is bearable with the right drink" he laughs as he follows Dorceran, scanning the facade of the building as he goes.
(Mmmmmm.... should we be roleplaying already if we don’t know who’s actually been selected?)
”Brothers, if you would kindly wait for me” Alax calls towards you, jogging to reach you.
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Meilanann turns his cheeky grin on Sylvalur. "You and I both are privileged to know the taste of some of the finest cooking, but I will admit that backwoods 'hovels' like this sometimes surprise." The wizard pats his purse. "And I'll be glad to eat on your tab this morning. I'm finding myself a little light on coin after restocking yesterday. We need to find a job and soon."
OOC: It seems with no corral, the horses are running amok in the field. Feel free to rein us in.
There aren’t really any restrictions. Most sentient species around this place are pretty much just human peasants. There are a couple Dwarves, Elves, and Orks here and there, but they’re outcasts and pretty rare. You guys are outsiders to this area, but you know some about it. (Mainly what I’ve told you about it) You start with basic equipment like leather armor and longbow or hand axe, etc.
Yes, this is filled up, but I’ve included you. There is Dalekhead, Nschrock, DirtyDog P, Ahzehk Ahriman, and you.
(This is to RemCultist, forgot to quote them, sorry)
It is a damp and foggy morning. The guards on the walls are tired and dreary from the chilling, grey dawn, as nothing stirs. Off in the distance, people can be heard waking up for the day and setting up shops, however; the atmosphere is tense. There isn’t enough sound, and dispair hangs all around. Off in the distance, a buggy approaches. Four horses trot out of the fog, to the gates. They are let in without question, and stop at a nearby inn, at the outskirts of the fortified town. A door opens, and out steps...
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
(I’ll let you know momentarily)
Ability scores: 12 11 11 8 10 11
An npc... let’s try that one more time
Ability scores: 18 15 12 10 12 13
(Out steps) ... Dorceran Fashadan, a tall Drow with a rapier on his belt and a rod in his hand. He has ordinary thick pants and boots on, as well as a hooded shirt, suitable for the weather in this misty town. He slings his travel pack on over both shoulders and looks around at his most recent stop. There’s bound to be opportunity here if one only goes looking, and keeps an eye out for reliable men and women in arms.
Paladin - warforged - orange
(Hi there - is there any information on the campaign?)
Ability scores: 16 13 11 14 16 17
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
Sounds interesting, more details please?
Heya. I'm up for this! Is there any more info on the world?
Ability scores: 17 11 12 13 10 13
(out steps)....Colt Blackwater, the Kalashtar Bard. Colt is around 5'11'', with an unruly mess of lilac locks domesticated into a flaring ponytail. One of his eyes is a dark hazelnut-brown, while the other is similar to a swirling orb of jade-tinted mist. He wears a long, tan-leather trench coat overtop a loose cotton tunic. Across his chest chinks a bandoleer of beautiful, gem-encrusted vials, each containing different magical oddities (some holding clods of coloured smoke, others ....the pulsating organs of small, extraordinary beasts). On his lower body, he sports cotton breeches, and fur-lined leather boots suited to long journeys. But more noticeable than anything else is the confident air Colt carries with him....you can almost hear his silver tongue flittering behind his teeth.
Edit: also, I have a backstory if you want me to send it to you:)
Ability scores: 14 17 15 11 15 12
Ability scores: 9 15 15 12 11 12
Sitting beside the driver, his shoulder-length, normally light brown hair is now dark with moisture, and small beads of water sparkle on his lavender robes. Meilanann stands, stretches, and turns his smiling face to the sky. "I hope it rains today," he says in his startlingly deep voice to no one in particular. The half-elf with the green-tinged skin hops down to the road, graceful as ever, and flashes a grin at Dorceran and Colt. As usual, his spellbook hangs on one hip next to his component pouch, and a crossbow dangles from the other. "Shall we test the culinary waters of this backwater town, brothers?"
Sure, and now I realize how lacking this is. (First PbP I’ve done) I don’t require a full character sheet, just basic ability scores, and I’m going to let in a max of 5 people
This land is a vast and sprawling collection of terrace farms and towns. There are many mountains, but because of this, few fortifications. This place is known as Gladerown. It had its glory days of producing food for kingdoms all around, but all days come to an end. A great fog seems to hover over the land near always. It blots out the sun, killing crops. For the more unfortunate towns, it seems the fog is filled with some malady... their skin becomes dry and cracked, necrosis settles in. Thier eyes become permanently shut, and they cannot swallow. It seems the fog strips one of water, and they die a slow, painful death. Wary travelers from another kingdom have come to put an end to the fog, whether it be magic or natural, they will find the cause and take care of it. They must first gather supplies and information at one of the fortifications, Outpost Calden, before setting off to not only save Gladerown, but to save the kingdoms that rely on it.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
A pale elf Paladin walks out, resplendent in white and black armor with red sigils. Their demeanor was sour, as though they thought everyone was below them. “This place will bow to the prime one, or suffer...” they muttered under their breath. Eladrin Paladin, named Alax Haorik
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Ahzehk_Ahriman/characters/30312434
(I think the O.P. Is trying to keep it mysterious... just a guess)
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
From behind the buggy stalks a tall half-elf, a wide grin across his face. He stands there in dark leathers, expensive looking cloak and boats, obviously from money, leaning on his bow he cocks his head at the inn and chuckles.
"You'll risk eating in this hovel? Brave indeed mage." says Sylvalur in a polished common, "my round I believe?".
Ability scores: 13 13 14 12 13 16
Okay. Sounds like it's a cool homebrewery campaign. Are there any race/class restrictions, any lore we can build off of, or any sort of map? Are we all outsiders or residents? Do we start off with equipment, or purchase it with gold? I'm interested in it, I just need a few more details.
Edit: ah, just realized what you said about the character sheet - last question, is it filled up?
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
Dorceran pipes up. “I think Sylvalur is right about the food. But no risk, no reward.” He twirls the rod and starts into the inn.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Sylvalur springs forward and slings his bow over his back "anything is bearable with the right drink" he laughs as he follows Dorceran, scanning the facade of the building as he goes.
(Mmmmmm.... should we be roleplaying already if we don’t know who’s actually been selected?)
”Brothers, if you would kindly wait for me” Alax calls towards you, jogging to reach you.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Meilanann turns his cheeky grin on Sylvalur. "You and I both are privileged to know the taste of some of the finest cooking, but I will admit that backwoods 'hovels' like this sometimes surprise." The wizard pats his purse. "And I'll be glad to eat on your tab this morning. I'm finding myself a little light on coin after restocking yesterday. We need to find a job and soon."
OOC: It seems with no corral, the horses are running amok in the field. Feel free to rein us in.
Oh, and here's my character sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/30363049/QAGTmB
OOC: I'm hoping its it's what the DM wanted, maybe not though..
Either way, loving the dynamic already.
There aren’t really any restrictions. Most sentient species around this place are pretty much just human peasants. There are a couple Dwarves, Elves, and Orks here and there, but they’re outcasts and pretty rare. You guys are outsiders to this area, but you know some about it. (Mainly what I’ve told you about it) You start with basic equipment like leather armor and longbow or hand axe, etc.
Yes, this is filled up, but I’ve included you. There is Dalekhead, Nschrock, DirtyDog P, Ahzehk Ahriman, and you.
(This is to RemCultist, forgot to quote them, sorry)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Lets just say that your hired driver took care of the horses
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Do you need to mark the forum private to prevent more applications?