Game: D&D 5e Group type: Online Experience: veteran Location/Timezone: EST Schedule: Monday 7-9 but might make a second group if enough players are available Roles sought: As many players as I can find so i can choose who fits with the group Game style: Deep back-stories, heavy role-play, descriptive combat
Grymea
A small glimpse at life on the continent.
Hazhel
Terantuul sits on his thrown, the scrying pool before him flickering with images faster than the mortal eye can see, watching and weaving his webs like a patient spider, an ageless and undying ruler with his hands on the reins of power since the birth of the empire. Hazhelic knights ride from town to town with bloodstained blades and dented shields to rip children from their mothers and put spears in their hands. “Glory to the Undying Empire!” they scream, while fighting a war on all sides, a war that, like their emperor, may never die.
Kemet
The High Priests of the Assembly gather in a roofless courtyard overgrown with vegetation whispering druidic incantations, drawing power from the land itself to heal the fallen Sentinel before them. The Sentinel rises, a towering stone golem, glowing green glyphs spiraling around a vaguely humanoid form. “Remember your purpose,” commands an old elven priestess, and the golem stalks through a set of rusty iron doors to join the battlefront.
North Gyerok
A dwarf, wide of shoulder and long of beard, pushes the giant stone slab away from the entryway letting in the warm light of day. Dust motes dance reflecting back golden points of light as they swirl in the morning sun. “won’t be seeing to much more of that” he mumbles in a gravelly voice as he stares out over a city of intricate stone-work, a city of towering statues and faces carved in the like ness of his dwarven ancestors. “Notonce the Empire makes its way here.”
Tyrenk
The group gathered at the bottom of the hill is a collection of scoundrels and warlords, piece-mail armor decorated with gruesome trophies gathered from those they’ve defeated. They’re faces and hands are pierced and bare intricate tattooed designs that represent each one's clan and allegiance. Fenris, his dark-grey skin contrasting sharply with his stainless silver armor, calls out to the crowd “As a nation you have never had a leader, and as men you have never led yourselves in good conduct!” He draws a heavy great sword from its sheathe and it begins to radiate faintly with divine power. “But today you will be led! And when our dwarven allies arrive you while carry yourselves with honor and pride or you will die before you ever reach the battlefield!”
The Ferian Badlands
A cold wind blows over a tainted wasteland, bringing with it the putrid smell of rotting meat. A tribe of goblins huddle close over a dying fire, bellies growling from hunger. In the sky is an ever-present grey haze that masks the sun and small, leafless trees half rotten reach towards it desperately grasping for warmth and light. The air tastes of iron and blood, and any traveler to cross into the badlands can immediately discern that it must be cursed.
Arjen
Two half elven boys chase a dog through the crowded market place while a halfling unloads his wares from a newly arrived caravan. This teeming mass of people flow through the open stands and booths exchanging rumors of war and hardships from far beyond the border. Races from all over Grymea can be seen in the crowd and a sense of freedom and liberty permeates the air, everyone blissfully unaware that this tiny point of light in the darkness is dimming
Pai’kia
A son paints the face of his father and mother, saying aloud a pray to the ancestors to see them home, returning from the Hunt with pride, packs full with bloodied orc-tusks. The tribe sees them off with solemn stares and silent benedictions as they head off on their journey west toward Skri, a land where nothing grows and death reigns, a land where the strong may prove their worth to the tribe.
Skri
Hot and dry, the sands burn like embers beneath the orc-hoards feet. One screams wildly as it’s companion cuts it down and descend on it like a starving dog, tearing through flesh and bone. None seem to notice or care. Here, where no trees grow and water is all but gone, the blood and flesh of the weak are food and drink.
Game: D&D 5e Group type: Online Roll20 Experience: Veteran, but new to roll20 and 5e Location/Timezone: EST and if you're close to Norwalk CT even better maybe we can do this in real life when the quarantines over Schedule: I'm free M-F 10-4 so anytime between then we can all workout together. But may be subject to change soon. Roles sought: I'm only looking for 2-3 players Game style: Role-play with good backstories is what I'm looking for. But I'm also learning to DM 5e and learning how to use roll20 so nothing's expected. Come as you are. If it works it works and If it don't it don't. Just don't be a problem for the other players and I'll see if I can accommodate everyone's game-style. Just remember that you're not the only star of the show and everyone at the table deserves to have a good time. Now, that being said; I want to be the next Matt Mercer and my group to be the next Vox Machina or Mighty Nein. Now if you think us newbies can do that you're already in.
Note: I should have put this sooner. I'm using the dnd basic rules. I'm also 37 so please be really mature or be around my age.
Game: D&D 5e Group preferred: either Experience: 10 years of tabletop gaming but new to 5e and online Location/Timezone: Fairfield county, Connecticut Availability: During the day mostly. All week. Preferred role: Player Game style: I like a lot of roleplay with good backstory. I also love the action and problem solving. I guess I'm looking for a balanced game. BUT BE WARNED! I talk in character contantly.
I'm a 37 yr old male living in Connecticut. I want to play a female archer with a bad attitude and a drinking problem. I really like role-playing my characters so I usually talk in-character. I like the combat but I like being really involved in the story too. Let me know.
Hi, I'm definitely interested in a role-play focused campaign. I DMed a few like that but never got to be a player. I work hard on my descriptions and backstories and would love to get a chance to take part. I'm a 37 yr old bisexual male. So there's that. I've been playing tabletop rpgs for 10 years, so I know how this goes. Won't mess up your're game, I promise ;). I have to admit though I've only played 3.5 and 4e but these rules are so streamlined I'm pretty sure I got it. Let me know.
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Game: D&D 5e
Group type: Online
Experience: veteran
Location/Timezone: EST
Schedule: Monday 7-9 but might make a second group if enough players are available
Roles sought: As many players as I can find so i can choose who fits with the group
Game style: Deep back-stories, heavy role-play, descriptive combat
Grymea
A small glimpse at life on the continent.
Terantuul sits on his thrown, the scrying pool before him flickering with images faster than the mortal eye can see, watching and weaving his webs like a patient spider, an ageless and undying ruler with his hands on the reins of power since the birth of the empire. Hazhelic knights ride from town to town with bloodstained blades and dented shields to rip children from their mothers and put spears in their hands. “Glory to the Undying Empire!” they scream, while fighting a war on all sides, a war that, like their emperor, may never die.
The High Priests of the Assembly gather in a roofless courtyard overgrown with vegetation whispering druidic incantations, drawing power from the land itself to heal the fallen Sentinel before them. The Sentinel rises, a towering stone golem, glowing green glyphs spiraling around a vaguely humanoid form. “Remember your purpose,” commands an old elven priestess, and the golem stalks through a set of rusty iron doors to join the battlefront.
A dwarf, wide of shoulder and long of beard, pushes the giant stone slab away from the entryway letting in the warm light of day. Dust motes dance reflecting back golden points of light as they swirl in the morning sun. “won’t be seeing to much more of that” he mumbles in a gravelly voice as he stares out over a city of intricate stone-work, a city of towering statues and faces carved in the like ness of his dwarven ancestors. “Not once the Empire makes its way here.”
The group gathered at the bottom of the hill is a collection of scoundrels and warlords, piece-mail armor decorated with gruesome trophies gathered from those they’ve defeated. They’re faces and hands are pierced and bare intricate tattooed designs that represent each one's clan and allegiance. Fenris, his dark-grey skin contrasting sharply with his stainless silver armor, calls out to the crowd “As a nation you have never had a leader, and as men you have never led yourselves in good conduct!” He draws a heavy great sword from its sheathe and it begins to radiate faintly with divine power. “But today you will be led! And when our dwarven allies arrive you while carry yourselves with honor and pride or you will die before you ever reach the battlefield!”
A cold wind blows over a tainted wasteland, bringing with it the putrid smell of rotting meat. A tribe of goblins huddle close over a dying fire, bellies growling from hunger. In the sky is an ever-present grey haze that masks the sun and small, leafless trees half rotten reach towards it desperately grasping for warmth and light. The air tastes of iron and blood, and any traveler to cross into the badlands can immediately discern that it must be cursed.
Two half elven boys chase a dog through the crowded market place while a halfling unloads his wares from a newly arrived caravan. This teeming mass of people flow through the open stands and booths exchanging rumors of war and hardships from far beyond the border. Races from all over Grymea can be seen in the crowd and a sense of freedom and liberty permeates the air, everyone blissfully unaware that this tiny point of light in the darkness is dimming
A son paints the face of his father and mother, saying aloud a pray to the ancestors to see them home, returning from the Hunt with pride, packs full with bloodied orc-tusks. The tribe sees them off with solemn stares and silent benedictions as they head off on their journey west toward Skri, a land where nothing grows and death reigns, a land where the strong may prove their worth to the tribe.
Hot and dry, the sands burn like embers beneath the orc-hoards feet. One screams wildly as it’s companion cuts it down and descend on it like a starving dog, tearing through flesh and bone. None seem to notice or care. Here, where no trees grow and water is all but gone, the blood and flesh of the weak are food and drink.
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Game: D&D 5e
Group type: Online Roll20
Experience: Veteran, but new to roll20 and 5e
Location/Timezone: EST and if you're close to Norwalk CT even better maybe we can do this in real life when the quarantines over
Schedule: I'm free M-F 10-4 so anytime between then we can all workout together. But may be subject to change soon.
Roles sought: I'm only looking for 2-3 players
Game style: Role-play with good backstories is what I'm looking for. But I'm also learning to DM 5e and learning how to use roll20 so nothing's expected. Come as you are. If it works it works and If it don't it don't. Just don't be a problem for the other players and I'll see if I can accommodate everyone's game-style. Just remember that you're not the only star of the show and everyone at the table deserves to have a good time. Now, that being said; I want to be the next Matt Mercer and my group to be the next Vox Machina or Mighty Nein. Now if you think us newbies can do that you're already in.
Note: I should have put this sooner. I'm using the dnd basic rules. I'm also 37 so please be really mature or be around my age.
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Game: D&D 5e
Group preferred: either
Experience: 10 years of tabletop gaming but new to 5e and online
Location/Timezone: Fairfield county, Connecticut
Availability: During the day mostly. All week.
Preferred role: Player
Game style: I like a lot of roleplay with good backstory. I also love the action and problem solving. I guess I'm looking for a balanced game. BUT BE WARNED! I talk in character contantly.
0
I'm a 37 yr old male living in Connecticut. I want to play a female archer with a bad attitude and a drinking problem. I really like role-playing my characters so I usually talk in-character. I like the combat but I like being really involved in the story too. Let me know.
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Hi, I'm definitely interested in a role-play focused campaign. I DMed a few like that but never got to be a player. I work hard on my descriptions and backstories and would love to get a chance to take part. I'm a 37 yr old bisexual male. So there's that. I've been playing tabletop rpgs for 10 years, so I know how this goes. Won't mess up your're game, I promise ;). I have to admit though I've only played 3.5 and 4e but these rules are so streamlined I'm pretty sure I got it. Let me know.