Old time player/DM recently come back to the game and looking to run a classic old school dungeon/campaign if I can find dedicated players to explore it. (Material will be updated to 5e rules.)
The campaign is to be based in the City of Greyhawk and will encompass the city itself and the ruins of the castle of Zagyg. For those unfamiliar with the material, this dungeon is massive, so long term dedication will be essential. Daily posting or more preferred, but exceptions can be made at times. I will be here for as long as it takes.
Characters will start out at level 1, and use Point Buy or Standard Array for generation. This campaign will likely take characters up through level 20.
Any standard races/classes will be considered, just keep in mind this is a dungeon setting.
The campaign will be run on a Discord server with Avrae, and be a balance of RP and combat.
Post here, or PM me with questions or interest. I will be keeping this open for a few days for applications. With enough response, there is a possibility of multiple groups.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and looking forward to hearing from you!
An attractive woman with a few years on her, holds out her hand and gives you a firm shake. "Addison Bennet, and you are?" You can tell from her practical dress that she isn't afraid of hard work and the symbol on her satchel speaks of some religious holdings. Her cloak is travel worn and a bit patched together. "I'm a little new in town, think you could show me where to get a drink?" Easy going with an air of confidence, Ms. Bennet relates to you that she was once widowed, her late husband (bless his soul) was eaten by something out of nightmares. Through the faith of Moradin she was able to fend off the miscreant dead and smash in its head with her husband's hammer. She was accused and found guilty of double homicide, spending a good 10 years in the slammer. But she never lost faith. She kept up her prayers and took up the hammer in the prison shop. Got out early on account of good behavior. She's looking for a new place to park her wagon, and maybe do some good.
Vakritash is a scion of a kalash family that has served the ArchQuori for generations. He is just coming into his new role as warlock to the Lord of the dream realms. So, mechanics-wise, the archfey warlock, but technically speaking, the patron won’t be a fey.
Name: Helena Graymantle Class: Wizard (Order of scribes) Race: Variant Human Background: Guild Artisan Backstory:
Helena has lived in the city all of her life. Her parents are scribes, and their parents before them as well. She joined the family business when quite young, and has been doing it all of her life.
Many scribes have set up business in the city over the years though, making scribing a harder and harder job to do as competition has gotten fairly serious over the years. Helena has recently taken up the study of the wizardly arts on her off time, hoping that magic might give her family the edge over their rivals in the city. She hopes it will allow them to remain one of the top scribe families in the guild, or, barring that, to at least allow the family to continue what they love to do.
((Hopefully custom origins and Tasha's subclasses are OK. Also I know nothing at all about the setting...))
Name: Rurik Class: Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind) Race: Mountain Dwarf (+2 CHA, +2 CON) Background: Haunted One Backstory: His people had lived in their mountain stronghold for a thousand years, at peace with themselves and their neighbors, slowly digging as dwarves did. And in one night, the mind flayers drove them out. Only a lad then, by dwarven standards, Rurik was asleep with his brothers when they came by stealth, hidden by magic, their foul servants preceding them. Slaying the guards, they feasted on the brains of the helpless, and his turn was coming. As one of them burrowed through his skull with his slimy tentacles, the dwarven warriors and priests burst in, interrupting its feast. They drove it away, and the clan organized a retreat, abandoning the stronghold but swearing to return some day.
Healing magic had cured his wounds, but perhaps some of the creature's taint had seeped into Rurik's mind. He was stricken with crippling migraines for days, but when the pain receded he was... changed. His mind expanded and his awareness entered other dwarves minds, and until he learned to restrain it his mind conveyed their thoughts to him. A strange sort of power tingled at his fingertips, demanding he release it. He knew he could no longer stay. His clan knew him best, and there was no fooling them. He left, and traveled along for ten years until he felt he could control his power well enough to trust himself around other people. He went to Greyhawk, hoping to finally go on with his life there.
I hope I’m not late and I’m kind of new to this but here goes:
Name: Susan Northwell Class: Sorceror Race: Human Background: Folk Hero
Backstory: Susan is part of a sorcerer bloodline that is expected of nothing but the best, in which she isn’t really fond of. She had lived her life in her home, facing with family pressure and sister rivalry, and a younger sister bond. However, at a young age, Susan’s older sister, Suzy, had grown tired of her rivalry and tried to steal her families secrets and fight her sisters to become all-powerful. She lost her parents and had her sister exiled during their battle.
She decided to leave her home to research the curiosities of the world, even when it comes to helping others. She doesn’t help others just for researching, though. She also helps so others don’t have to deal with the suffering she had when she was young.
Ryo is a flamboyant, adventurous lad that gets along with everyone. He was raised alone by his mother, with his jerk elf dad nowhere to be found, he had to learn and provide for them from very little. He had done a lot of work, you name it - busboy, fisher, smuggler, courtier, and having run-ins with all sorts of different people, and let’s say he’s never had trouble making friends and contacts along the way. Ryo happens to be between jobs right now, with his previous employers involved in certain levels of legal entanglements, he is now looking for new opportunities.
He looked like clerk. Average height, maybe a little taller, but not so as you'd notice in a crowd. A bit on the thin side, almost as if no one ever feeds him. Really he just blends into the background, every movement just so, with nary a whisper of his passage. Always alert to his urban surroundings, always ready to fade further into the shadows or pull out his blade as the case may be, with only the silver crescent of Pholtus tattooed to his left shoulder which he revealed to no one to give a clue that he was other than a clerk.
Welqaryn was born in a small and fairly isolated Gnomish village. He lived for a while there with his parents, who passed on their trade of hunting and tracking. But at a very young age he set off on his own. He set up his own very sparse burrow in a secluded forest valley, though he often was away from there just wandering and exploring the surrounding lands. Over many years, he learned much about the lands, particularly focusing on tracking any undead sites he would come across. But he was also eager to keep tabs on some of the more aggressive humanoids he came across - such as orcs and goblins.
Over the last few years he has started having strange dreams, seeming premonitions of coming catastrophe. Unfortunately, as sure as he is about the danger, he is unable to pin down any details from his dreams thus far. But as he result, he has started to wander much farther from his home valley. This has brought him recently to a larger settlement. Though not really at ease there, he has made a few visits. More and more he is starting to think that perhaps he will need to make more connections in the greater world to figure things out.
Welqaryn's bright blue eyes look out beneath bushy red-colored eyebrows. He has a matching bushy mustache, also the same red color as his hair. His gnomish ears stick out a little but on both sides of his head, each adorned with a small gold earring. He is dressed in a simple dark green shirt, sturdy brown hide pants, and well-worn brown leather boots. Over this he wears a suit of scale mail and a dark brown cloak surrounds him. A handaxe hangs on each side of his belt and a longbow, quiver, and a well-stocked pack are upon his back.
Name: Zait Fireleaf Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight) (if multiclass is allowed I plan to take a few levels as Wizard) Race: High Elf Background: Mercenary Veteran Backstory:
Zait loves maps. Being able to put into paper mountains, cities, lakes and seas is for him one of the most fascinating thing in the world. In order to full fill his dream of making a complete and detailed map of Oerth, he joined many mercenary companies and travelled the land. A few years ago, the last company where he served, disbanded after a disastrous battle. Since then Zait decided to leave behind the life of a mercenary and started to put his martial and cartography skills into a different use. Even after all those years he hasn't abandoned his dream of making the perfect map.
Given their propensity for allying and/being bullied into working with orcs, ogres, hobgoblins, and evil masterminds of all races a Goblin's life expectancy was rather short. Crazzas' great great grandfather, Gligoob, was one Goblin who realized this poor logic and self destructive lifestyle and sought to change it to some degree. With a natural talent for natural magic Gligoob made contact with a circle of Druids and brokered safe haven for himself and a small group of Goblins who wanted their own lives. Though it took time for the nearby towns to accept their presence, with the Druids vouching for them these creatures had started a new destiny for themselves.
Four generations (or about 50 years since with added safety meant more freedom to have children) later, Crazzas was born…. And once he reached adulthood was mildly disgusted with how sedentary his family had become. With a desire for coin, glory, and to just get away from the (what he saw as) Podunk bullshit his family lived in.
Life slapped a hard lesson into Crazzas early in his career. What had started as a simple child running off where they shouldn't have been, turned into Crazzas losing an ear, his face being very nearly clawed off, and being stiffed on the payment because the kid hurt his head on the way out. While before that there Goblin had lived the thrill of stabbing a dangerous monster and watching life leave it…. He learned how to enjoy the sensation through a crossbow bolt quickly. A series of mostly successful jobs kept coin in his pocket and food on his plate. New jobs were always welcome, the thrill of the hunt and the kill ever driving him forward.
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I'm dumb but what does "will be run Discord server with Avrae" mean?
I'd love to play a throw back with old material in 5e. I started playing in the 90s is this would GREAT!
Anywho...
Stats: Ability scores: 141215131114
Name: Geddryn "Dryn" Prendergast
Race/class: Tiefling (if not allowed) variant human/paladin oath vengeance or oath of the watcher (if allowed) of Pelor
Backstory: Abandoned at a far flung monastery devoted to Pelor Dryn had a good life learning the ways of her God. She was twenty-two when disaster struck. A group of people came in the night seeking shelter and over the next few days killed everyone in the temple save Dryn who escaped thanks to the Pelor order's leader and her mentor/adopted mother. Dryn did not know the villains whom murdered her order but has pledged her life to discovering and destroying them. *I'm flexible would easily adapt to the campaign setting. Maybe the dungeon has a weapon she can use against the people or maybe it's the people she's hunting dungeon?*
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Name: Genevieve Hammerhead Class: Fighter (Probably Rune Knight or Champion depending on Party Composition and Magical Weapons) Race: Custom Lineage (Dwarf) Background: Gladiator (Even though she hasn't actually participated in Gladiatorial Combat yet, this is what she aspires to do) Backstory:
Sitting down in the tall barstool, Genevieve had to lift herself up a bit to sit down and so she dropped her massive maul on the ground next to the stool before clambering up to sit. "A drink!" As the bartender passes down a pint of hard liquor, Genevieve takes a long gulp and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. She glances around the bar and notices you staring at her oddly, "What are you looking at?" She says in a hardened voice, "Got a problem with me?" Seeing your taken aback reaction, she snickers and takes another gulp before continuing, "Nah. I'm just messing with you." Extending her arm she introduces herself, "Genevieve's the name. I don't get to come out here often, spend most of my time training after all. Training for what you ask?," Genevieve gives a snort, "Well the Champion's Games of course! I long to participate in the Champion's Games." Her eyes stare off into space as she envisions herself participating in the Games. "Although I'm not sure whether I have the expertise to fight in them yet..." Her face falls as she recognizes her own shortcomings, but she smiles as she continues, "But that's why I'm training! So that one day, I'll finally be able participate in the Champion's Games." Her eyes go dreamy again and she misses your next question although she snaps out of it a few moments later, "Huh- Uh. What was that?" You repeat your question and she answers, "Oh, my trainer. He's an old buzzard by the name of Donovan. He's a Goliath and he used to serve in the guard before he got old," she leans in and whispers, "and senile!" She backs up and takes another gulp of her drink, "Although he practically raised me, my parents both died serving in the guard and he was their closest friend so I was given to him when I was still a wee baby." Genevieve smiles as she recalls those memories, "He's pretty good with a hammer too, taught me all that I know. Sometimes I just wish that I could go out their and explore more. I mean there are so many places that I want to learn about and I keep wondering if I could be training while I explored." She shrugs her shoulders as she dismisses the thought. Gulping down the last of her drink she bids farewell, "Anyway, I have to get back to training. Maybe I'll see you around." She flashes you another smile and tosses a gold coin to the bartender as she hops down from the stool and hefting her maul on her shoulder, steps out of the tavern. The barkeep looks a bit stunned to have received so much payment for one drink and looks about to call her back but just pockets the gold instead. About 10 minutes later, you hear a loud string of dwarven curses coming from the other side of town as Genevieve realizes that she had forgotten which pouch she kept her currencies in, and handed the barkeep a gold piece instead of a silver.
*Pretty much everything is flexible, but if you feel that there is something that won't work with the story, I can remove it if needed!*
Hook: This can be worked out once I have more information on the story, but Genevieve has a latent wanderlust so it should be pretty straightforward.
Point Buy: STR (15+2+1=18) - DEX (10) - CON (14) - INT (8) - WIS (14) - CHA (10)
(Note: The "Superior Technique" Fighting Style does not allow a selection of an actual maneuver, but the maneuver chosen is "Brace" and the mechanics are implemented through a Custom Feat.) (Note: Selling the Light Crossbow (25 GP) and 20 Bolts (1 GP) at Half Price (13 GP) to purchase 5 Light Hammers (10 GP) and add 3 GP to my inventory. Also selling the Warhammer and Shield at Half Price (12 GP).)
Backstory: Captured by dark elves on a raid, Aston bided his time until he could use his one remaining spell - Disguise Self - to effect an escape. It took 8 months of back-breaking slave labour, but his plans were made with an impeccable eye for detail, and a regime memorising every detail of his guards, their routines, every scrap of information. When he escaped, he not only freed himself, but a dozen other slaves at the mine - but his plan didn’t allow him any leeway to seek revenge on the dark elf guards, or the overseer.
Indeed, his escape carried him all the way to the surface world...
I'm dumb but what does "will be run Discord server with Avrae" mean?
I'd love to play a throw back with old material in 5e. I started playing in the 90s is this would GREAT!
Anywho...
Stats: Ability scores: 91111141312
Name: Geddryn "Dryn" Prendergast
Race/class: Tiefling (if not allowed) variant human/paladin oath vengeance or oath of the watcher (if allowed) of Pelor
Backstory: Abandoned at a far flung monastery devoted to Pelor Dryn had a good life learning the ways of her God. She was twenty-two when disaster struck. A group of people came in the night seeking shelter and over the next few days killed everyone in the temple save Dryn who escaped thanks to the Pelor order's leader and her mentor/adopted mother. Dryn did not know the villains whom murdered her order but has pledged her life to discovering and destroying them. *I'm flexible would easily adapt to the campaign setting. Maybe the dungeon has a weapon she can use against the people or maybe it's the people she's hunting dungeon?*
Thank you all for the amazing submissions. I will be closing recruitment shortly, but could use 1 additional healer.
I'd be willing to pay a cleric of Pelor.
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“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
I'm dumb but what does "will be run Discord server with Avrae" mean?
I'd love to play a throw back with old material in 5e. I started playing in the 90s is this would GREAT!
Anywho...
Stats: Ability scores: 91111141312
Name: Geddryn "Dryn" Prendergast
Race/class: Tiefling (if not allowed) variant human/paladin oath vengeance or oath of the watcher (if allowed) of Pelor
Backstory: Abandoned at a far flung monastery devoted to Pelor Dryn had a good life learning the ways of her God. She was twenty-two when disaster struck. A group of people came in the night seeking shelter and over the next few days killed everyone in the temple save Dryn who escaped thanks to the Pelor order's leader and her mentor/adopted mother. Dryn did not know the villains whom murdered her order but has pledged her life to discovering and destroying them. *I'm flexible would easily adapt to the campaign setting. Maybe the dungeon has a weapon she can use against the people or maybe it's the people she's hunting dungeon?*
Thank you all for the amazing submissions. I will be closing recruitment shortly, but could use 1 additional healer.
I'd be willing to pay a cleric of Pelor.
Cleric or Paladin, your choice. And sorry, didn't respond to your question before. We will be playing on a Discord server. Avrae is a bot for discord for dice rolls. If you are not familiar, we will help you learn.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Thank you all! I will be sending out links to the discord server over the next few hours. There are a couple of character sheets I still need to review.
As it stands, there will be 3 groups, and I will be including everyone. I just need to get the best balance for each group.
If you have a friend here and want to be in the same group, post here to let me know.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Once you land on the server, you will only see a small portion of it, but once you look over the rules/regs page and agree to them by clicking the green check mark, I will open up the campaign channels. See you there!
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Greetings one and all!
Old time player/DM recently come back to the game and looking to run a classic old school dungeon/campaign if I can find dedicated players to explore it.
(Material will be updated to 5e rules.)
The campaign is to be based in the City of Greyhawk and will encompass the city itself and the ruins of the castle of Zagyg. For those unfamiliar with the material, this dungeon is massive, so long term dedication will be essential. Daily posting or more preferred, but exceptions can be made at times. I will be here for as long as it takes.
Characters will start out at level 1, and use Point Buy or Standard Array for generation. This campaign will likely take characters up through level 20.
Any standard races/classes will be considered, just keep in mind this is a dungeon setting.
The campaign will be run on a Discord server with Avrae, and be a balance of RP and combat.
Post here, or PM me with questions or interest. I will be keeping this open for a few days for applications. With enough response, there is a possibility of multiple groups.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and looking forward to hearing from you!
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Addison Bennet
Human, Forge Cleric
An attractive woman with a few years on her, holds out her hand and gives you a firm shake. "Addison Bennet, and you are?" You can tell from her practical dress that she isn't afraid of hard work and the symbol on her satchel speaks of some religious holdings. Her cloak is travel worn and a bit patched together. "I'm a little new in town, think you could show me where to get a drink?" Easy going with an air of confidence, Ms. Bennet relates to you that she was once widowed, her late husband (bless his soul) was eaten by something out of nightmares. Through the faith of Moradin she was able to fend off the miscreant dead and smash in its head with her husband's hammer. She was accused and found guilty of double homicide, spending a good 10 years in the slammer. But she never lost faith. She kept up her prayers and took up the hammer in the prison shop. Got out early on account of good behavior. She's looking for a new place to park her wagon, and maybe do some good.
https://ddb.ac/characters/37025850/7ikGh6
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Kalashtar/warlock - archfey patron, sort of.
Vakritash is a scion of a kalash family that has served the ArchQuori for generations. He is just coming into his new role as warlock to the Lord of the dream realms. So, mechanics-wise, the archfey warlock, but technically speaking, the patron won’t be a fey.
https://discord.gg/gygAS6Wf
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Geordayne/characters/43541501
Name: Helena Graymantle
Class: Wizard (Order of scribes)
Race: Variant Human
Background: Guild Artisan
Backstory:
Helena has lived in the city all of her life. Her parents are scribes, and their parents before them as well. She joined the family business when quite young, and has been doing it all of her life.
Many scribes have set up business in the city over the years though, making scribing a harder and harder job to do as competition has gotten fairly serious over the years. Helena has recently taken up the study of the wizardly arts on her off time, hoping that magic might give her family the edge over their rivals in the city. She hopes it will allow them to remain one of the top scribe families in the guild, or, barring that, to at least allow the family to continue what they love to do.
((Hopefully custom origins and Tasha's subclasses are OK. Also I know nothing at all about the setting...))
Name: Rurik
Class: Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind)
Race: Mountain Dwarf (+2 CHA, +2 CON)
Background: Haunted One
Backstory: His people had lived in their mountain stronghold for a thousand years, at peace with themselves and their neighbors, slowly digging as dwarves did. And in one night, the mind flayers drove them out. Only a lad then, by dwarven standards, Rurik was asleep with his brothers when they came by stealth, hidden by magic, their foul servants preceding them. Slaying the guards, they feasted on the brains of the helpless, and his turn was coming. As one of them burrowed through his skull with his slimy tentacles, the dwarven warriors and priests burst in, interrupting its feast. They drove it away, and the clan organized a retreat, abandoning the stronghold but swearing to return some day.
Healing magic had cured his wounds, but perhaps some of the creature's taint had seeped into Rurik's mind. He was stricken with crippling migraines for days, but when the pain receded he was... changed. His mind expanded and his awareness entered other dwarves minds, and until he learned to restrain it his mind conveyed their thoughts to him. A strange sort of power tingled at his fingertips, demanding he release it. He knew he could no longer stay. His clan knew him best, and there was no fooling them. He left, and traveled along for ten years until he felt he could control his power well enough to trust himself around other people. He went to Greyhawk, hoping to finally go on with his life there.
I hope I’m not late and I’m kind of new to this but here goes:
Name: Susan Northwell Class: Sorceror Race: Human Background: Folk Hero
Backstory: Susan is part of a sorcerer bloodline that is expected of nothing but the best, in which she isn’t really fond of. She had lived her life in her home, facing with family pressure and sister rivalry, and a younger sister bond. However, at a young age, Susan’s older sister, Suzy, had grown tired of her rivalry and tried to steal her families secrets and fight her sisters to become all-powerful. She lost her parents and had her sister exiled during their battle.
She decided to leave her home to research the curiosities of the world, even when it comes to helping others. She doesn’t help others just for researching, though. She also helps so others don’t have to deal with the suffering she had when she was young.
Character Sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/WonderAngel2000/characters/43546477
Eliza
Name: Ryo Morkalyn
Class: Rogue
Race: Half-Elf
Background: Criminal
Ryo is a flamboyant, adventurous lad that gets along with everyone. He was raised alone by his mother, with his jerk elf dad nowhere to be found, he had to learn and provide for them from very little. He had done a lot of work, you name it - busboy, fisher, smuggler, courtier, and having run-ins with all sorts of different people, and let’s say he’s never had trouble making friends and contacts along the way. Ryo happens to be between jobs right now, with his previous employers involved in certain levels of legal entanglements, he is now looking for new opportunities.
https://ddb.ac/characters/43548548/8gPyJo
Name - Halneak Jones
Occupation - Clerk
Background - Wallpaper
https://ddb.ac/characters/43548256/7sY3hy
<drat - WhiteByakko beat me to it> <tips his hat>
He looked like clerk. Average height, maybe a little taller, but not so as you'd notice in a crowd. A bit on the thin side, almost as if no one ever feeds him. Really he just blends into the background, every movement just so, with nary a whisper of his passage. Always alert to his urban surroundings, always ready to fade further into the shadows or pull out his blade as the case may be, with only the silver crescent of Pholtus tattooed to his left shoulder which he revealed to no one to give a clue that he was other than a clerk.
Name: Welqaryn Fabblefern
Class: Ranger
Race: Forest Gnome
Background: Outlander
Welqaryn was born in a small and fairly isolated Gnomish village. He lived for a while there with his parents, who passed on their trade of hunting and tracking. But at a very young age he set off on his own. He set up his own very sparse burrow in a secluded forest valley, though he often was away from there just wandering and exploring the surrounding lands. Over many years, he learned much about the lands, particularly focusing on tracking any undead sites he would come across. But he was also eager to keep tabs on some of the more aggressive humanoids he came across - such as orcs and goblins.
Over the last few years he has started having strange dreams, seeming premonitions of coming catastrophe. Unfortunately, as sure as he is about the danger, he is unable to pin down any details from his dreams thus far. But as he result, he has started to wander much farther from his home valley. This has brought him recently to a larger settlement. Though not really at ease there, he has made a few visits. More and more he is starting to think that perhaps he will need to make more connections in the greater world to figure things out.
Welqaryn's bright blue eyes look out beneath bushy red-colored eyebrows. He has a matching bushy mustache, also the same red color as his hair. His gnomish ears stick out a little but on both sides of his head, each adorned with a small gold earring. He is dressed in a simple dark green shirt, sturdy brown hide pants, and well-worn brown leather boots. Over this he wears a suit of scale mail and a dark brown cloak surrounds him. A handaxe hangs on each side of his belt and a longbow, quiver, and a well-stocked pack are upon his back.
Welqaryn Fabblefern
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Name: Zait Fireleaf
Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight) (if multiclass is allowed I plan to take a few levels as Wizard)
Race: High Elf
Background: Mercenary Veteran
Backstory:
Zait loves maps. Being able to put into paper mountains, cities, lakes and seas is for him one of the most fascinating thing in the world.
In order to full fill his dream of making a complete and detailed map of Oerth, he joined many mercenary companies and travelled the land.
A few years ago, the last company where he served, disbanded after a disastrous battle.
Since then Zait decided to leave behind the life of a mercenary and started to put his martial and cartography skills into a different use.
Even after all those years he hasn't abandoned his dream of making the perfect map.
Name: Crazzas
Class: Ranger (Aiming for Monster Hunter)
Race: Goblin
Background: Mercenary Veteran
Backstory:
Given their propensity for allying and/being bullied into working with orcs, ogres, hobgoblins, and evil masterminds of all races a Goblin's life expectancy was rather short. Crazzas' great great grandfather, Gligoob, was one Goblin who realized this poor logic and self destructive lifestyle and sought to change it to some degree. With a natural talent for natural magic Gligoob made contact with a circle of Druids and brokered safe haven for himself and a small group of Goblins who wanted their own lives. Though it took time for the nearby towns to accept their presence, with the Druids vouching for them these creatures had started a new destiny for themselves.
Four generations (or about 50 years since with added safety meant more freedom to have children) later, Crazzas was born…. And once he reached adulthood was mildly disgusted with how sedentary his family had become. With a desire for coin, glory, and to just get away from the (what he saw as) Podunk bullshit his family lived in.
Life slapped a hard lesson into Crazzas early in his career. What had started as a simple child running off where they shouldn't have been, turned into Crazzas losing an ear, his face being very nearly clawed off, and being stiffed on the payment because the kid hurt his head on the way out. While before that there Goblin had lived the thrill of stabbing a dangerous monster and watching life leave it…. He learned how to enjoy the sensation through a crossbow bolt quickly. A series of mostly successful jobs kept coin in his pocket and food on his plate. New jobs were always welcome, the thrill of the hunt and the kill ever driving him forward.
https://ddb.ac/characters/43573212/NZZqwM
If possible could the Longbow be swapped for a Light Crossbow since a Longbow is heavy would mean a goblin would have dis to attack with it.
I'm dumb but what does "will be run Discord server with Avrae" mean?
I'd love to play a throw back with old material in 5e. I started playing in the 90s is this would GREAT!
Anywho...
Stats: Ability scores: 14 12 15 13 11 14
Name: Geddryn "Dryn" Prendergast
Race/class: Tiefling (if not allowed) variant human/paladin oath vengeance or oath of the watcher (if allowed) of Pelor
Backstory: Abandoned at a far flung monastery devoted to Pelor Dryn had a good life learning the ways of her God. She was twenty-two when disaster struck. A group of people came in the night seeking shelter and over the next few days killed everyone in the temple save Dryn who escaped thanks to the Pelor order's leader and her mentor/adopted mother. Dryn did not know the villains whom murdered her order but has pledged her life to discovering and destroying them. *I'm flexible would easily adapt to the campaign setting. Maybe the dungeon has a weapon she can use against the people or maybe it's the people she's hunting dungeon?*
Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/43575903/dCqi99
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Name: Genevieve Hammerhead
Class: Fighter (Probably Rune Knight or Champion depending on Party Composition and Magical Weapons)
Race: Custom Lineage (Dwarf)
Background: Gladiator (Even though she hasn't actually participated in Gladiatorial Combat yet, this is what she aspires to do)
Backstory:
Sitting down in the tall barstool, Genevieve had to lift herself up a bit to sit down and so she dropped her massive maul on the ground next to the stool before clambering up to sit. "A drink!" As the bartender passes down a pint of hard liquor, Genevieve takes a long gulp and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. She glances around the bar and notices you staring at her oddly, "What are you looking at?" She says in a hardened voice, "Got a problem with me?" Seeing your taken aback reaction, she snickers and takes another gulp before continuing, "Nah. I'm just messing with you." Extending her arm she introduces herself, "Genevieve's the name. I don't get to come out here often, spend most of my time training after all. Training for what you ask?," Genevieve gives a snort, "Well the Champion's Games of course! I long to participate in the Champion's Games." Her eyes stare off into space as she envisions herself participating in the Games. "Although I'm not sure whether I have the expertise to fight in them yet..." Her face falls as she recognizes her own shortcomings, but she smiles as she continues, "But that's why I'm training! So that one day, I'll finally be able participate in the Champion's Games." Her eyes go dreamy again and she misses your next question although she snaps out of it a few moments later, "Huh- Uh. What was that?" You repeat your question and she answers, "Oh, my trainer. He's an old buzzard by the name of Donovan. He's a Goliath and he used to serve in the guard before he got old," she leans in and whispers, "and senile!" She backs up and takes another gulp of her drink, "Although he practically raised me, my parents both died serving in the guard and he was their closest friend so I was given to him when I was still a wee baby." Genevieve smiles as she recalls those memories, "He's pretty good with a hammer too, taught me all that I know. Sometimes I just wish that I could go out their and explore more. I mean there are so many places that I want to learn about and I keep wondering if I could be training while I explored." She shrugs her shoulders as she dismisses the thought. Gulping down the last of her drink she bids farewell, "Anyway, I have to get back to training. Maybe I'll see you around." She flashes you another smile and tosses a gold coin to the bartender as she hops down from the stool and hefting her maul on her shoulder, steps out of the tavern. The barkeep looks a bit stunned to have received so much payment for one drink and looks about to call her back but just pockets the gold instead. About 10 minutes later, you hear a loud string of dwarven curses coming from the other side of town as Genevieve realizes that she had forgotten which pouch she kept her currencies in, and handed the barkeep a gold piece instead of a silver.
*Pretty much everything is flexible, but if you feel that there is something that won't work with the story, I can remove it if needed!*
Hook: This can be worked out once I have more information on the story, but Genevieve has a latent wanderlust so it should be pretty straightforward.
Point Buy: STR (15+2+1=18) - DEX (10) - CON (14) - INT (8) - WIS (14) - CHA (10)
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Note: The "Superior Technique" Fighting Style does not allow a selection of an actual maneuver, but the maneuver chosen is "Brace" and the mechanics are implemented through a Custom Feat.)(Note: Selling the Light Crossbow (25 GP) and 20 Bolts (1 GP) at Half Price (13 GP) to purchase 5 Light Hammers (10 GP) and add 3 GP to my inventory. Also selling the Warhammer and Shield at Half Price (12 GP).)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Name: Aston “Spark” Bundle
Class: Wizard
Race: Deep Gnome
Background: Far Traveller
Backstory: Captured by dark elves on a raid, Aston bided his time until he could use his one remaining spell - Disguise Self - to effect an escape. It took 8 months of back-breaking slave labour, but his plans were made with an impeccable eye for detail, and a regime memorising every detail of his guards, their routines, every scrap of information. When he escaped, he not only freed himself, but a dozen other slaves at the mine - but his plan didn’t allow him any leeway to seek revenge on the dark elf guards, or the overseer.
Indeed, his escape carried him all the way to the surface world...
He has sworn to seek power and return...
Character Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/43584978/9IAhaJ
Thank you all for the amazing submissions. I will be closing recruitment shortly, but could use 1 additional healer.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
I'd be willing to pay a cleric of Pelor.
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Cleric or Paladin, your choice. And sorry, didn't respond to your question before. We will be playing on a Discord server. Avrae is a bot for discord for dice rolls. If you are not familiar, we will help you learn.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Thank you all! I will be sending out links to the discord server over the next few hours. There are a couple of character sheets I still need to review.
As it stands, there will be 3 groups, and I will be including everyone. I just need to get the best balance for each group.
If you have a friend here and want to be in the same group, post here to let me know.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Whichever helps my group the most!
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Group 1: Vorrash, Harkaze, Ashra, Chris (Sahriel Arcturus McMagnus), Luthor (yet to be named), DragonDenn (Helena Greymantle), Ikarbino (Rurik), Krivoi_Rog (Dyn Gwelw)
Group 2: Wysperra (Addison Bennet), WhiteByakko (Ryo Morkalyn), MaxHam (Zait Fireleaf), WonderAngel2000 (Susan Northwell), Geordayne (Vakritash), Culuril (Welquaryn Febblefern), Rforrest14 (Darcy Flatfury), nschrock (yet to be named)
Group 3: RiderofRohan86 (Geddryn Prendergast), Smendick (Halneak Jones), TheMathemagician (Genevieve Hammerhead), RagnartheRed (Mihr), JorvicDave (Aston "Spark" Bundle), Zegetjus (Crazzas), gdeloian (yet to be named)
Discord server link: https://discord.gg/ySXexMfq
Once you land on the server, you will only see a small portion of it, but once you look over the rules/regs page and agree to them by clicking the green check mark, I will open up the campaign channels. See you there!
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.