Pull up a chair, relax, and describe your favorite character you've played! It can be in first or third person, doesn't really matter to ol' Seamus.
But try to keep it to 150 words or less, to make this a bit more interesting. Only the essentials! I'll start:
Oy, you there! The name's Seamus William Kane III, but you can call me Seamus. After a...disagreement, we'll call it, in the family business, I decided it best to part ways with my dear old Seamus Sr. Life on the streets always came easily to me. My hobbies include picking up women, picking up music, picking fights, and picking pockets. I come where I please and I go where I please and yes, those were both double entendres. I'm only in town for a few days, you see, I've got a girl I haven't heard from in some time and I'm out here searching up and down the coastline for her boat. So have a drink on me; and if you've seen an elf woman in shining silver armour, with raven black hair and emerald eyes, I want to hear everything you have to say.
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I know what you're thinking: "In that flurry of blows, did he use all his ki points, or save one?" Well, are ya feeling lucky, punk?
Always one to listen to a story or two in hopes of finding new places to explore and new things to examine. Names Rammenchi Frozen Mountain, but most folk just call me Rammen. I've been around these parts for a while now listening to the tales of whomever will tell them and sharing some of my own. They say curiosity killed the cat, but it hasn't gotten this ol' Tabaxi yet! So sit a spell my friend, tell me of the wonders you've experienced, for I am always looking for new places to find curiosities. *tail swishes back and forth excitedly*
You don't know me but you may have heard of me. In whispers on the wind and mumbles in a far off tavern. I'm Lars Van Ulrich, and though I go by many names I stick to just Lars. I am the stab in your back, I am the cutter of your purse strings. I am the hawk in the wind. I am everything you are not. Traveling with my bodyguard, Gronk, I make my way through these realms looking for adventure and more importantly lost treasure. I always come back, one way or another. From the Realms to the Inner Sea, I have seen more than you could wish for. I have seen the writing on the wall. I am the greatest rogue to ever live and I am just getting started. Many have failed, judging me by race...don't let my gnome exterior fool you, I am the Dragon of Night. I am the Darkest Dawn. I am Lars, and by the time you hear me roar you will already be dead. Thanks for the drink, and your coin.
*gets up from the bar and melds into the crowd, a silence comes over the tavern and then he is gone*
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Hi! How ya doin? The name's Bresaadi, but my friends call me Saadi (Sa-Dee). Gnome rogue, fighter extraordinaire. *makes a flourishing bow* My friends and I just survived this crazy ordeal and we're still trying to stop twitching over mundane things... so, if you see a bloody handprint on doorknobs or see me jump through doorways, just look the other way, or buy me a drink! We can toast our friend, Ella, who saved the world from a fate worse than death, and you didn't even know it.
Oh, and don't touch my knives. I have a lot, yes, but they're all special. And if you even think of taking my silver-plated pan, I'll gut ya. That belonged to Capt. Cookware. Bless his heart, he couldn't hit anything except with his frying pan, so I had it silvered after he... well, he made the vamps pay in the end didn't he? *sips her drink quietly and slips into contemplating the grooves in the bar top*
You don't know me but you may have heard of me. In whispers on the wind and mumbles in a far off tavern. I'm Lars Van Ulrich, and though I go by many names I stick to just Lars. I am the stab in your back, I am the cutter of your purse strings. I am the hawk in the wind. I am everything you are not. Traveling with my bodyguard, Gronk, I make my way through these realms looking for adventure and more importantly lost treasure. I always come back, one way or another. From the Realms to the Inner Sea, I have seen more than you could wish for. I have seen the writing on the wall. I am the greatest rogue to ever live and I am just getting started. Many have failed, judging me by race...don't let my gnome exterior fool you, I am the Dragon of Night. I am the Darkest Dawn. I am Lars, and by the time you hear me roar you will already be dead. Thanks for the drink, and your coin.
*gets up from the bar and melds into the crowd, a silence comes over the tavern and then he is gone*
Yeah... I'm Gronk, the "bodyguard" in this tale.
Let's get one thing straight: pretty much everything Lars said, and says, is a lie. He's a sociopath and has delusions of grandeur. You want to know what his real "accomplishments" are? Getting me stabbed repeatedly (and I'm pretty sure it was by his blade on more than one occasion), hiding behind me and everyone else we come across, and leaving me for dead because he's a coward. Eventually I ended up in some prison camp where I briefly found religion before breaking out, and I spent the next year tracking him down.
You know what the first thing he said to me was, once I finally found him, latched onto another group of adventurers like the parasite he is? He said, "I was coming to get you!" He didn't even know where I was. The reunion was short-lived and he was gone before I had a chance to take him down a notch, so now I'm making my own way through the realms. I've commandeered a ship and it's crew and now we take what we want, when we want it.
One day I'll come across Lars again, and when I do, he's going to pay. And that's not a metaphor; he owes me a lot of money.
Gronk, how did you get in here...? I mean...How great it is to see you, my oldest friend! I was wondering where you got off to. Look at this map I..um...found. And look, even a half-orc such as yourself can see that there's value here. It's a horde of a goblin queen. What do you say bygones be bygones? Did I mention I found those 100pp that you left behind, my dearest friend? Here they are, safe and sound. The other 100pp are in a safe location. But alas, we have plans to make, don't we?
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Hello, it's nice to meet you, my name is Elyessa Lightbinder- Oh no thank you, I don't drink. Oh but please don't look at me like that, I know my appearance must be disconcerting, I apologize... my mother was a succubus and my father a paladin, but don't worry I'm not dangerous, in fact I just want to study magic in peace, an everyday normal sort of wizardess! I finally left the Red Wizards of Thay behind me... or escaped rather, they might have treated me as a problem student because of my heritage, but I know that it was my talent for enchantment that they were after in the end. I didn't used to be very good with people- men especially would always accuse me of bewitching and trying to seduce them! But my new friends at the guild aren't like that, they see me for who i am... which is good, because sometimes even I don't trust myself... I see dark dreams of the demon inside of me, yearning to break free and take revenge for how I've been treated... but, I wanna do good with my talents, just like my beloved father always said.
Hey ya. Name's Ovron, Ovron Aquis. What you never seen a blue guy with fins? Yeah neither have I. You'll get used to me. Anyway, bartender , give me the hardest thing you've got! Any of you think you can take me on? You may have heard of me from the fighting pits where they call me The Ocean's Fist. Still nothin? Well you'll hear of me soon enough. I'm gonna be rich and famous soon enough. See I’ve been runnin with this well-known group of sailors under Captain Drothr Khalmak. Under him we’re gonna be rich sooner or later and I can finally set up the FFC (Faerun Fighting Championship) just like I’ve always wanted to do. I doubt any of you would be able to compete in it, but if you think you can we can take this outside and have ourselves a competition of our own.
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"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Hey, I'm called Merric, Merric Underbough. I'll take as many mugs as you throw at me as well as any secrets of the universe you might know. Hey, I'm an inquisitive guy! *Turns from a human into a halfling as disguise self wears off.* Thank goodness I got away from that stupid party: They hated me and I hated them. Oh, and you, half-orc, I've seen your future. Don't trust that gnome. Almost as bad as a sorcerer I once knew...
A deep red-coloured Dragonborn, clad in a white shirt , leather pants and boots, and blue vest, finishes his drink.
"Ye might not know me, if ye've not been ta the ports very often, but me name's Arden. My tale's not much ta tell but that o' the Dragonfury herself, under the command of Cap'n Wezia Dundragon. She was a fine ship, one o' th' biggest ones this side o' the Nelanther Isles. Ten heavy ballistae to a side, a hold large enough ta encompass this bar, but Destiny showed her fouler side one day.
"'twas a day otherwise unassuming, but offa th' horizon came a rather small ship. It had perhaps a couple of ballistae, an' was not very large o' hold, but th' Stormrider had a battalion of slaves wit' 'em - would we knew i' then! 'e came up alongside i', ready to board, but then th' slaves came up from b'lowdecks. We were swarmed, outnumbered four ta one. Those of us they couldn't outrigh' kill by some misstep or mistake they restrained and took to join their ranks, myself included. 's i' turns out, I was one o' tha lucky ones. Th' only one, in fact.
I remained alone, up until they made port at Ruathym, when I pu' me skills ta good use an' slipped me bindings. They had a right goosechase through the town, but they couldn't catch this lizard, who'd scuttled through rigging since 'e was a wee lad. I eventually managed to make enough money to reach Neverwinter, an' what 'appens after tha' is another time's story."
With that, the Dragonborn receives another drink, and goes back to it.
A freakishly tall woman with slick bluish-tan skin and fins, her form clad in a swirling mass of eldritch shadow, gingerly sips a glass of wild orchid wine while her blue, orb-like eyes scan the table. She beams a shark-like smile at anyone who gives her a glance.
"Well, greetings and salutations, fellow tavern patrons! You may call me Pherosa! I... do apologize if my appearance seems rather off, I understand that Cecaelia are not common in your, er, landdweller eating courts. My tale is not much to tell of either, such like that small red dragon child across from me, other than that I am here for the purpose of finding knowledge! My patron is a wonderful entity, having freed me from horrific places. However, they have set a challenge for me: If I am to prove my loyalty to them, I must obtain all valuable knowledge about the Old World and the Present World, so that I may meet my patron when I have become knowledgeable enough to be given a divine gift! My adventures that brought me here, however, is another story entirely."
She lifts a tentacle and waves over the wench of the tavern to refill her glass of wine, tipping her with a large pearl from her coin pouch.
A skinny but surprisingly tall Wood Elf sits down at a nearby table.
"My name doesn't really matter. I was born the son of a minor elf lord, but the high life was never for me. Now I work with a group of highly evil and mentally unstable adventurers, but at least I can spend time in the wilderness. Researching ancient lore and forgotten magic interests me as well. I mean, many people are better fighters than me, but I bet most of them haven't escaped alive from the Tarrasque."
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"Yeah the name's Tomash Clearjek. If you can't tell cause you only got one eye like me, I'm a red dragonborn barbarian but I prefer "mercenary for hire." Here, take a business card. S'got my name and a way to reach me."
*Tomash literally just hands out a piece of paper with the word "Tomato" and some other letter-esque squiggles.*
"A bard in Neverwinter taught me how to write my name all on me own - only cost me 10 gp at that. Where I come from don't matter much since they all, uh, died. S'all right though cause I killed the ones that killed us, uh them, back. Since then I just go from job to job makin' money where I can. Me and a paladin helped a village recently; The paladin died but, ya know, that happens. At least I think he died.. Humans are weird."
[Standing quickly as you approach his table looking at him]
Hello my friend [Bowing while spreading his hands wide to the side]
I am Bene Timber [Extends his hand for a vigorous handshake and sits down, inviting you to take the empty seat] And you are …?
As you see I am a bard in the diplomatic corps of his majesty and I have been assigned this quaint little town on my regular route as a courier. I have grown quite fond of the place and the local people. Where are you from? Oh, yes. I am from Tahgrum, the modest town on the road to Allenhalvania, the Elven Kingdom on the northern border. The town is composed of mostly humans, Elves and, of course, Half-elves. [And he winks, being a half-elf] I sometimes miss the simple life of hunting in and near the woods but I couldn't deny my desires to become a bard, and the training was wonderful prior to joining the Corps. Being in the Corps has been quite an experience. I have met so many officials and learned so much about the people and places along my route. I wish I could sit and talk longer, but I must return to the hearth and play some more. What is your favorite melody, my friend? [Standing up and taking hold of his lute] We'll chat more if you're here when I'm done.
I've only played to so far, not much of either but so far I'm enjoying my Arakocra (vulture) the most.
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Good evening traveller, my name is Valentine Thunderclaw.
I grew up in a modest family, my parents who raised me were not my real parents, they adopted me after I came into town bruised and obviously injured. I escaped my village being pillaged. My adopted parents ran a winery and they gave me a new name at my request a name I could be proud of and honour as I forget my past, 'Valentine'. In my adolescent years I took sword classes as the farm was often attacks by animals and rarely but sometimes bandits. My parents were able to afford a small group of guards but I always felt I needed to protect the one's who raised me and in a sense saved me. I trained for years until one-day adventure called. I decided to take to the nearest city and join an adventures guild in which I took jobs. I sent some of my earning back to my adopted parents but I'll always continue forward to find more adventures. As the years go by my name has spread amongst duellist's, I've made a name for myself, fighting for honour and fame.
I believe solely in honour of the sword, I make it my will to challenge all who wish to oppose me, be it a friendly duel or a serious battle. The skills of the sword speak true. If I am to fall I do so with respect and honour, if my opponent is to fall they fought gloriously and I will always allow them to come back and challenge me again, everyone can improve.
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DM and player since late 2018. Been interested in D&D for a few years prior.
I'm from Western Australia, androgynous female, artist, gamer and lover or all things fantasy.
A skinny but surprisingly tall Wood Elf sits down at a nearby table.
"My name doesn't really matter. I was born the son of a minor elf lord, but the high life was never for me. Now I work with a group of highly evil and mentally unstable adventurers, but at least I can spend time in the wilderness. Researching ancient lore and forgotten magic interests me as well. I mean, many people are better fighters than me, but I bet most of them haven't escaped alive from the Tarrasque."
what warlock was bored and considering whether vorpal decapitation or eldritch blast would be a better way to kill you until the tarrasque part but now wants to keep your soul in a bottle instead
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This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic byVitaly S Alexius
A goblin, wearing a dark cloak regals the bored barhand with tales of a crazy trip through the multiverse. The snippet you hear is as follows:
"...so there I was -- facing off against the third mummy with nothing but a leopard seal skull to defend myself. Suddenly, I remembered my rune which lets me summon an adamantine chicken..."
This guy is a bandit who got wild magic. I specified to my DM: "Everyone gets to choose for themselves whether they believe all of it, or think someone just threw strange herbs in the campfire, but only your interpretation is correct. Don't tell me your verdict".
If you include this as an NPC in your game, he will suspect any players who approach him as agents of the tyrannical bear king. If they win his trust, he will give them beans, telling them to never let the bear king steal them. If players attack, he casts color spray and runs. The bear king may or may not be real.
Wearing a black robe covering their shoulders, and bare-chested besides this, with bloodred skin with shadowy black wisps flowing down their body, Chance enters the tavern. They have flies buzzing around them, extending out 5 feet in every direction, one going up a nostril and crawling out from their left eyelid. With a black-red shadowy dagger in one hand, tossing it up in the air, causing it to disappear and reappear in their opposite hand, they sit at a barstool, stabbing the dagger into the table, and saying in a whispy alien voice, "HhEeLlOo, MmYy NnAaMmEe IiSs CcHhAaNnCcEe. Ii'LlLl TtAaKkEe AaNn AaLlEe." As they take a seat, shadow-blood red flames spring up around them, flickering in and out of existence. One eye is blood-red, the other is pitch-black.
(Sorry, the speech is weird, but that's kind of how they speak, each letter expressed loud, and then fading out.)
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Please check out my homebrew, I would appreciate feedback:
Pull up a chair, relax, and describe your favorite character you've played! It can be in first or third person, doesn't really matter to ol' Seamus.
But try to keep it to 150 words or less, to make this a bit more interesting. Only the essentials! I'll start:
Oy, you there! The name's Seamus William Kane III, but you can call me Seamus. After a...disagreement, we'll call it, in the family business, I decided it best to part ways with my dear old Seamus Sr. Life on the streets always came easily to me. My hobbies include picking up women, picking up music, picking fights, and picking pockets. I come where I please and I go where I please and yes, those were both double entendres. I'm only in town for a few days, you see, I've got a girl I haven't heard from in some time and I'm out here searching up and down the coastline for her boat. So have a drink on me; and if you've seen an elf woman in shining silver armour, with raven black hair and emerald eyes, I want to hear everything you have to say.
I know what you're thinking: "In that flurry of blows, did he use all his ki points, or save one?" Well, are ya feeling lucky, punk?
Always one to listen to a story or two in hopes of finding new places to explore and new things to examine. Names Rammenchi Frozen Mountain, but most folk just call me Rammen. I've been around these parts for a while now listening to the tales of whomever will tell them and sharing some of my own. They say curiosity killed the cat, but it hasn't gotten this ol' Tabaxi yet! So sit a spell my friend, tell me of the wonders you've experienced, for I am always looking for new places to find curiosities. *tail swishes back and forth excitedly*
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
You don't know me but you may have heard of me. In whispers on the wind and mumbles in a far off tavern. I'm Lars Van Ulrich, and though I go by many names I stick to just Lars. I am the stab in your back, I am the cutter of your purse strings. I am the hawk in the wind. I am everything you are not. Traveling with my bodyguard, Gronk, I make my way through these realms looking for adventure and more importantly lost treasure. I always come back, one way or another. From the Realms to the Inner Sea, I have seen more than you could wish for. I have seen the writing on the wall. I am the greatest rogue to ever live and I am just getting started. Many have failed, judging me by race...don't let my gnome exterior fool you, I am the Dragon of Night. I am the Darkest Dawn. I am Lars, and by the time you hear me roar you will already be dead. Thanks for the drink, and your coin.
*gets up from the bar and melds into the crowd, a silence comes over the tavern and then he is gone*
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Hi! How ya doin? The name's Bresaadi, but my friends call me Saadi (Sa-Dee). Gnome rogue, fighter extraordinaire. *makes a flourishing bow* My friends and I just survived this crazy ordeal and we're still trying to stop twitching over mundane things... so, if you see a bloody handprint on doorknobs or see me jump through doorways, just look the other way, or buy me a drink! We can toast our friend, Ella, who saved the world from a fate worse than death, and you didn't even know it.
Oh, and don't touch my knives. I have a lot, yes, but they're all special. And if you even think of taking my silver-plated pan, I'll gut ya. That belonged to Capt. Cookware. Bless his heart, he couldn't hit anything except with his frying pan, so I had it silvered after he... well, he made the vamps pay in the end didn't he? *sips her drink quietly and slips into contemplating the grooves in the bar top*
Saadi: "I'm gonna do something Stooopid"
DM: "Roll It"
Saadi: (Nat 20)
DM: O_O ... "Ok then"
Ulroc Ironkin, Paladin of Moradin -- PbP ISLES: The Famine
Lleephyllen "Leaf", Circle of the Moon Druid -- PbP: Firedeath MUST die!
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Gronk, how did you get in here...? I mean...How great it is to see you, my oldest friend! I was wondering where you got off to. Look at this map I..um...found. And look, even a half-orc such as yourself can see that there's value here. It's a horde of a goblin queen. What do you say bygones be bygones? Did I mention I found those 100pp that you left behind, my dearest friend? Here they are, safe and sound. The other 100pp are in a safe location. But alas, we have plans to make, don't we?
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Hello, it's nice to meet you, my name is Elyessa Lightbinder- Oh no thank you, I don't drink. Oh but please don't look at me like that, I know my appearance must be disconcerting, I apologize... my mother was a succubus and my father a paladin, but don't worry I'm not dangerous, in fact I just want to study magic in peace, an everyday normal sort of wizardess! I finally left the Red Wizards of Thay behind me... or escaped rather, they might have treated me as a problem student because of my heritage, but I know that it was my talent for enchantment that they were after in the end. I didn't used to be very good with people- men especially would always accuse me of bewitching and trying to seduce them! But my new friends at the guild aren't like that, they see me for who i am... which is good, because sometimes even I don't trust myself... I see dark dreams of the demon inside of me, yearning to break free and take revenge for how I've been treated... but, I wanna do good with my talents, just like my beloved father always said.
Hey ya. Name's Ovron, Ovron Aquis. What you never seen a blue guy with fins? Yeah neither have I. You'll get used to me. Anyway, bartender , give me the hardest thing you've got! Any of you think you can take me on? You may have heard of me from the fighting pits where they call me The Ocean's Fist. Still nothin? Well you'll hear of me soon enough. I'm gonna be rich and famous soon enough. See I’ve been runnin with this well-known group of sailors under Captain Drothr Khalmak. Under him we’re gonna be rich sooner or later and I can finally set up the FFC (Faerun Fighting Championship) just like I’ve always wanted to do. I doubt any of you would be able to compete in it, but if you think you can we can take this outside and have ourselves a competition of our own.
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
Hey, I'm called Merric, Merric Underbough. I'll take as many mugs as you throw at me as well as any secrets of the universe you might know. Hey, I'm an inquisitive guy! *Turns from a human into a halfling as disguise self wears off.* Thank goodness I got away from that stupid party: They hated me and I hated them. Oh, and you, half-orc, I've seen your future. Don't trust that gnome. Almost as bad as a sorcerer I once knew...
A deep red-coloured Dragonborn, clad in a white shirt , leather pants and boots, and blue vest, finishes his drink.
"Ye might not know me, if ye've not been ta the ports very often, but me name's Arden. My tale's not much ta tell but that o' the Dragonfury herself, under the command of Cap'n Wezia Dundragon. She was a fine ship, one o' th' biggest ones this side o' the Nelanther Isles. Ten heavy ballistae to a side, a hold large enough ta encompass this bar, but Destiny showed her fouler side one day.
"'twas a day otherwise unassuming, but offa th' horizon came a rather small ship. It had perhaps a couple of ballistae, an' was not very large o' hold, but th' Stormrider had a battalion of slaves wit' 'em - would we knew i' then! 'e came up alongside i', ready to board, but then th' slaves came up from b'lowdecks. We were swarmed, outnumbered four ta one. Those of us they couldn't outrigh' kill by some misstep or mistake they restrained and took to join their ranks, myself included. 's i' turns out, I was one o' tha lucky ones. Th' only one, in fact.
I remained alone, up until they made port at Ruathym, when I pu' me skills ta good use an' slipped me bindings. They had a right goosechase through the town, but they couldn't catch this lizard, who'd scuttled through rigging since 'e was a wee lad. I eventually managed to make enough money to reach Neverwinter, an' what 'appens after tha' is another time's story."
With that, the Dragonborn receives another drink, and goes back to it.
A freakishly tall woman with slick bluish-tan skin and fins, her form clad in a swirling mass of eldritch shadow, gingerly sips a glass of wild orchid wine while her blue, orb-like eyes scan the table. She beams a shark-like smile at anyone who gives her a glance.
"Well, greetings and salutations, fellow tavern patrons! You may call me Pherosa! I... do apologize if my appearance seems rather off, I understand that Cecaelia are not common in your, er, landdweller eating courts. My tale is not much to tell of either, such like that small red dragon child across from me, other than that I am here for the purpose of finding knowledge! My patron is a wonderful entity, having freed me from horrific places. However, they have set a challenge for me: If I am to prove my loyalty to them, I must obtain all valuable knowledge about the Old World and the Present World, so that I may meet my patron when I have become knowledgeable enough to be given a divine gift! My adventures that brought me here, however, is another story entirely."
She lifts a tentacle and waves over the wench of the tavern to refill her glass of wine, tipping her with a large pearl from her coin pouch.
A skinny but surprisingly tall Wood Elf sits down at a nearby table.
"My name doesn't really matter. I was born the son of a minor elf lord, but the high life was never for me. Now I work with a group of highly evil and mentally unstable adventurers, but at least I can spend time in the wilderness. Researching ancient lore and forgotten magic interests me as well. I mean, many people are better fighters than me, but I bet most of them haven't escaped alive from the Tarrasque."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Yeah the name's Tomash Clearjek. If you can't tell cause you only got one eye like me, I'm a red dragonborn barbarian but I prefer "mercenary for hire." Here, take a business card. S'got my name and a way to reach me."
*Tomash literally just hands out a piece of paper with the word "Tomato" and some other letter-esque squiggles.*
"A bard in Neverwinter taught me how to write my name all on me own - only cost me 10 gp at that. Where I come from don't matter much since they all, uh, died. S'all right though cause I killed the ones that killed us, uh them, back. Since then I just go from job to job makin' money where I can. Me and a paladin helped a village recently; The paladin died but, ya know, that happens. At least I think he died.. Humans are weird."
Full of rice, beans, and bad ideas.
[Standing quickly as you approach his table looking at him]
Hello my friend [Bowing while spreading his hands wide to the side]
I am Bene Timber [Extends his hand for a vigorous handshake and sits down, inviting you to take the empty seat] And you are …?
As you see I am a bard in the diplomatic corps of his majesty and I have been assigned this quaint little town on my regular route as a courier. I have grown quite fond of the place and the local people. Where are you from? Oh, yes. I am from Tahgrum, the modest town on the road to Allenhalvania, the Elven Kingdom on the northern border. The town is composed of mostly humans, Elves and, of course, Half-elves. [And he winks, being a half-elf] I sometimes miss the simple life of hunting in and near the woods but I couldn't deny my desires to become a bard, and the training was wonderful prior to joining the Corps. Being in the Corps has been quite an experience. I have met so many officials and learned so much about the people and places along my route. I wish I could sit and talk longer, but I must return to the hearth and play some more. What is your favorite melody, my friend? [Standing up and taking hold of his lute] We'll chat more if you're here when I'm done.
Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt
I've only played to so far, not much of either but so far I'm enjoying my Arakocra (vulture) the most.
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Good evening traveller, my name is Valentine Thunderclaw.
I grew up in a modest family, my parents who raised me were not my real parents, they adopted me after I came into town bruised and obviously injured. I escaped my village being pillaged. My adopted parents ran a winery and they gave me a new name at my request a name I could be proud of and honour as I forget my past, 'Valentine'. In my adolescent years I took sword classes as the farm was often attacks by animals and rarely but sometimes bandits. My parents were able to afford a small group of guards but I always felt I needed to protect the one's who raised me and in a sense saved me. I trained for years until one-day adventure called. I decided to take to the nearest city and join an adventures guild in which I took jobs. I sent some of my earning back to my adopted parents but I'll always continue forward to find more adventures. As the years go by my name has spread amongst duellist's, I've made a name for myself, fighting for honour and fame.
I believe solely in honour of the sword, I make it my will to challenge all who wish to oppose me, be it a friendly duel or a serious battle. The skills of the sword speak true. If I am to fall I do so with respect and honour, if my opponent is to fall they fought gloriously and I will always allow them to come back and challenge me again, everyone can improve.
DM and player since late 2018. Been interested in D&D for a few years prior.
I'm from Western Australia, androgynous female, artist, gamer and lover or all things fantasy.
My Linktree: https://linktr.ee/ashenonicreations
what warlock was bored and considering whether vorpal decapitation or eldritch blast would be a better way to kill you until the tarrasque part but now wants to keep your soul in a bottle instead
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
A goblin, wearing a dark cloak regals the bored barhand with tales of a crazy trip through the multiverse. The snippet you hear is as follows:
"...so there I was -- facing off against the third mummy with nothing but a leopard seal skull to defend myself. Suddenly, I remembered my rune which lets me summon an adamantine chicken..."
This guy is a bandit who got wild magic. I specified to my DM: "Everyone gets to choose for themselves whether they believe all of it, or think someone just threw strange herbs in the campfire, but only your interpretation is correct. Don't tell me your verdict".
If you include this as an NPC in your game, he will suspect any players who approach him as agents of the tyrannical bear king. If they win his trust, he will give them beans, telling them to never let the bear king steal them. If players attack, he casts color spray and runs. The bear king may or may not be real.
Proud poster on the Create a World thread
*She’s shy, so right now she’s sipping her IPA behind an Improved Invisibility spell, but she may show herself eventually*
@VanZoeren she sounds gorgeous. Hope you find her and you both end up coming where you (and she) please 😊.
@Suddenly_Light you sound really cool.
@SadisticJackal aarakocra are cool too. Are you from Athas?
Darn...
I just realized this is a necro thread
Wearing a black robe covering their shoulders, and bare-chested besides this, with bloodred skin with shadowy black wisps flowing down their body, Chance enters the tavern. They have flies buzzing around them, extending out 5 feet in every direction, one going up a nostril and crawling out from their left eyelid. With a black-red shadowy dagger in one hand, tossing it up in the air, causing it to disappear and reappear in their opposite hand, they sit at a barstool, stabbing the dagger into the table, and saying in a whispy alien voice, "HhEeLlOo, MmYy NnAaMmEe IiSs CcHhAaNnCcEe. Ii'LlLl TtAaKkEe AaNn AaLlEe." As they take a seat, shadow-blood red flames spring up around them, flickering in and out of existence. One eye is blood-red, the other is pitch-black.
(Sorry, the speech is weird, but that's kind of how they speak, each letter expressed loud, and then fading out.)
Please check out my homebrew, I would appreciate feedback:
Spells, Monsters, Subclasses, Races, Arcknight Class, Occultist Class, World, Enigmatic Esoterica forms