The ship's wood hull is creaking, wet, and moldy, you wake to thunder, lightning, and shouting. You have a tattoo that seems to be a draconic sentence(if you know draconic it says prisoner of captain dead heart) (if you had a life as a pirate you would know him, he is a ruthless killer) also in the tattoo there are numbers. Your body aches and you are covered in bruises. A silver dragon born is locked up in a cage, he is facing away from you and is sobbing. A white dragon born stands by what looks like a stairwell.
“Oi, looks like the storm is worsening, ship-master(captain) let us know when it’s the worst possible”
This sound comes from upstairs. Joined by singing, shouting, and…. crying?
In-The-Dark-Alley decides not to draw attention to herself. After all, some distraction might be afoot and with it, opportunity.
She takes stock of the situation very thoroughly.
Is she bound? In a cage herself? If so, what do the locks look like? Is there anything in her reach that might serve as an impromptu thieve‘s tool?
Even if she can’t make use of it immediately - trying to run off and jump the ship in the middle of a storm seems not very tempting - she might very well be able to work toward a later escape.
His eyes open bathed in a weary haze, He had many mornings like this before. Waking in a strange place with no idea on how he got there but the fresh bruises and cage were new. "Blast it." His breathing came in calm breaths as he sat himself upright, reaching for where his cigars should be only to find the case no longer in his jacket pocket.....or his jacket on his person.
Sweeping his long brown hair from his face, light stubble dancing over a stern jawline. Kotch looked at his surroundings, at those within their own cages. His emerald hues traced to the white dragonborn. "OI SNOWFLAKE, CAN YA SPARE ONE?"
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The young man laughs heartily, clutching at his bruised ribs unsure if it was a product of his capture or the last night he can remember. Speaking in Zemnian as a reply to the offended dragonborn, Kotch attempts to get a good idea of where he is and if there is any sort of key for the cage he is currently locked within.
"Leichte Schneeflocke, grober als du es versucht hast und es nicht geschafft hat mich zu toten."(Easy there Snowflake, Bigger than you have tried and failed to kill me)He spits in the direction of the dragonborn.
(Okay, character description. Samuel shortfur looks like a human-tabaxi hybrid, but he is actually a magicat, a fey species related to satyrs. He has dark tan skin and body fur, and black hair and tail fur. His eyes are solid color except for small, diamond shaped pupils, and are a solid bright green. If you have talked with him at all while being imprisoned together, he is extremely flamboyant and flirtatious, and ludicrously optimistic that you will get out of prison eventually. His cell floor is covered in doodles he has done with his claws, and he occasionally asks you guys to pose for him so he can draw you. He also remembers everything, bringing up odd things from conversations you had months ago.)
”Darling, could you tell your shipmates to quiet up? It’s ruining the mood.” Sam says to the dragonborn standing by the stairs, while doodling something on the floor of his cell
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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
(I happen to have google (and I also know some German) so I’d you want I can also translate)
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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
(We can all just google translate it. There, I have translated the whole campaign)
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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
Mislynn wakes up after an uncomfortable slumber. Recognizing the new tattoo from her pirating days, a shiver runs down her spine. She had heard many unpleasant rumors about Captain Dead Heart.
Hoping that the dragonborn understands common, Mislynn decides to try and annoy the white dragonborn until it leaves. Flashing a dimpled smirk, she says, “How are you doin’ today, mate? You know, I used to be a captain in a ship...”
Mislynn drones on and on about anything that comes to mind.
(Hi y’all. I’m very inexperienced at D&D so you may need to help me out a bit.)
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Sariel's eyes take a second to focus on the pain on her arm. She looks down at the Draconic, and mutters to herself: "Gods, mother will not approve of this."
She casts her glance around the cabin and other captured 'slaves'. Without speaking she begins to surveil the space. She's not looking for lockpicks, though. She's looking for a small amount of sand, and maybe even a small piece of wire.
(Perception check: 12)
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(Is there a campaign we can join? Just asking Cos I wanna know what everyone’s people look like, for flirting material)
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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
(Is there a campaign we can join? Just asking Cos I wanna know what everyone’s people look like, for flirting material)
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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
The ship's wood hull is creaking, wet, and moldy, you wake to thunder, lightning, and shouting. You have a tattoo that seems to be a draconic sentence(if you know draconic it says prisoner of captain dead heart) (if you had a life as a pirate you would know him, he is a ruthless killer) also in the tattoo there are numbers. Your body aches and you are covered in bruises. A silver dragon born is locked up in a cage, he is facing away from you and is sobbing. A white dragon born stands by what looks like a stairwell.
“Oi, looks like the storm is worsening, ship-master(captain) let us know when it’s the worst possible”
This sound comes from upstairs. Joined by singing, shouting, and…. crying?
(Just wondering, are we also locked in cages?)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
In-The-Dark-Alley decides not to draw attention to herself. After all, some distraction might be afoot and with it, opportunity.
She takes stock of the situation very thoroughly.
Is she bound? In a cage herself? If so, what do the locks look like? Is there anything in her reach that might serve as an impromptu thieve‘s tool?
Even if she can’t make use of it immediately - trying to run off and jump the ship in the middle of a storm seems not very tempting - she might very well be able to work toward a later escape.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Yup
His eyes open bathed in a weary haze, He had many mornings like this before. Waking in a strange place with no idea on how he got there but the fresh bruises and cage were new. "Blast it." His breathing came in calm breaths as he sat himself upright, reaching for where his cigars should be only to find the case no longer in his jacket pocket.....or his jacket on his person.
Sweeping his long brown hair from his face, light stubble dancing over a stern jawline. Kotch looked at his surroundings, at those within their own cages. His emerald hues traced to the white dragonborn. "OI SNOWFLAKE, CAN YA SPARE ONE?"
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
“Silence, and call me snow flake one more time I will make sure you get executed first”
the dragonborn voice is calm yet unsettling
The young man laughs heartily, clutching at his bruised ribs unsure if it was a product of his capture or the last night he can remember. Speaking in Zemnian as a reply to the offended dragonborn, Kotch attempts to get a good idea of where he is and if there is any sort of key for the cage he is currently locked within.
"Leichte Schneeflocke, grober als du es versucht hast und es nicht geschafft hat mich zu toten."(Easy there Snowflake, Bigger than you have tried and failed to kill me) He spits in the direction of the dragonborn.
Perception check:4
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
There is no visible lock to try to pick
(Okay, character description. Samuel shortfur looks like a human-tabaxi hybrid, but he is actually a magicat, a fey species related to satyrs. He has dark tan skin and body fur, and black hair and tail fur. His eyes are solid color except for small, diamond shaped pupils, and are a solid bright green. If you have talked with him at all while being imprisoned together, he is extremely flamboyant and flirtatious, and ludicrously optimistic that you will get out of prison eventually. His cell floor is covered in doodles he has done with his claws, and he occasionally asks you guys to pose for him so he can draw you. He also remembers everything, bringing up odd things from conversations you had months ago.)
”Darling, could you tell your shipmates to quiet up? It’s ruining the mood.” Sam says to the dragonborn standing by the stairs, while doodling something on the floor of his cell
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
(I happen to be German and I do not completely understand what you’re saying. It doesn’t really matter, but if you‘d like I could translate 😉)
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
(I happen to have google (and I also know some German) so I’d you want I can also translate)
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
Yeah that would nice
(We can all just google translate it. There, I have translated the whole campaign)
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
(Post is updated with intended translation, I know very little german myself so I am using an online translator for the Zemnian bits.)
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
(It was an offer to Pale_Crow - I see that might not have been obvious - but I‘ll take the hint and retract it)
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Mislynn wakes up after an uncomfortable slumber. Recognizing the new tattoo from her pirating days, a shiver runs down her spine. She had heard many unpleasant rumors about Captain Dead Heart.
Hoping that the dragonborn understands common, Mislynn decides to try and annoy the white dragonborn until it leaves. Flashing a dimpled smirk, she says, “How are you doin’ today, mate? You know, I used to be a captain in a ship...”
Mislynn drones on and on about anything that comes to mind.
(Hi y’all. I’m very inexperienced at D&D so you may need to help me out a bit.)
Sariel's eyes take a second to focus on the pain on her arm. She looks down at the Draconic, and mutters to herself: "Gods, mother will not approve of this."
She casts her glance around the cabin and other captured 'slaves'. Without speaking she begins to surveil the space. She's not looking for lockpicks, though. She's looking for a small amount of sand, and maybe even a small piece of wire.
(Perception check: 12)
Sariel Val'Thaerys (High Elf Wizard), Steam and Sky
(Is there a campaign we can join? Just asking Cos I wanna know what everyone’s people look like, for flirting material)
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
(Is there a campaign we can join? Just asking Cos I wanna know what everyone’s people look like, for flirting material)
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
(Our dm recruited on this thread, if that is what you meant: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/73728-newish-dm-looking-for-players-in-a-steampunk?page=2#c39)
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)