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Privateers and buccaneers set sail across the tumultuous seas of the world of Uskara, setting out for uncharted waters or preying upon heavy-laden galleons that travel the dragon-lanes, where the great sea serpents extract tribute and plunder from those unlucky enough to not have patronage from the great Triumvirate of Powers: the Guild, the Dominion, and the Empire, which compete in a great game with each other over the fate of the Nine Seas. To be a mariner is to be synonymous with adventurer, and vice versa, as only the most bold (and foolhardy) would live such a life, despite the promise of quick riches, and worlds unseen just across the horizon. Even beyond the seas, the clouds now open as a new frontier, and the sunken world of the age before holds treasures even further unknown, before the gods flooded the world and drowned themselves in a great cataclysm. The year is 1077 postdiluvian, what will be called the Hangman’s Year. It is a time of uneasy peace, six years after the Eighty Years War wound down, and already things begin to escalate again. The coalition between the Commercial Ordinaries’ Guild and the Free & Most Serene Empire has collapsed completely, and once again the Grand Old Dominion, ruled by the loathsome mind flayers in their ruffled finery and mocking wigs, has come to collect on old debts and press down their thumb on any independent peoples of Uskara that are not already under the protection of the other powers. For one reason or another, you all have found yourselves in the hold of a Dominion prison hulk named the DNS Ceaseless, that set course for the mostly unsettled island of Magna Orna to be forcibly settled in a penal colony. A skirmish with Guilder ships set the ship far off course into a terrible storm, leaving it adrift far off the charted maps of the tested dragon-lanes. Facing a grim, excruciating slow end as one by one each of you was taken to be consumed by the mind flayer captain in a gruesome and ignominious death, somehow you lot managed a mutiny. Though each of you was certainly no match for the power of this villain, together you hatched a plan and had him thrown over into the waters of the Tranquil Sea. You took control of the ship and freed their thralls, and it seemed like freedom in the new world might be yours for the taking. However, such was not to be. Once the power of the mind flayer was extinguished, a young blue dragon that had taken these waters as its territory attacked, taking its tribute in captives and treasure, and rending the ship asunder with its thunderous breath, leaving it aflame in the night under the eerie glow of St. Jesoth's gaze. Most of you did not survive. Those of you that did wake find yourselves washed ashore on the edges of a deserted tropical island, far from any known civilization. Pieces of the Ceaseless have also washed ashore, providing perhaps some supplies, though not nearly enough to make an easy escape. You will have to band together to survive this unnamed, unknown island, and find the means of your escape back to civilization, where further adventure awaits you. Kicking rad, right? Wyrmsea: Adventure on the Endless Blue is a play-by-post Dungeons & Dragons 5e campaign, set in a homebrew setting of an archipelago post-Renaissance fantasy world, inspired equally by the high romance of something like 7th Sea, as well as the mythological tones of the stories of Sinbad the Sailor or the weird kitchen sink fantasy of something like Pirates of Dark Water. The characters will play what will eventually become a crew of mariners and their own ship (or flotilla), though starting in very humble beginnings indeed: shipwrecked survivors of a prison ship on a deserted island, that itself hides a dark secret, having been marooned by a sea serpent, a blue-scaled dragon that still lurks the waters beyond. I would like to run this as a play-by-post game because my own timeframe will best allow for updates every 48 hours or so at a relaxed pace, though if we can manage it we can use roll20 and/or Discord to run through combat or action encounters. We will use roll20 for maps of combat engagements and the like for sure. I work a 9 to 5 job, and have other commitment that meant I had little time for gaming but I’ve recently quit some of my campaign and activist work (and taken a sabbatical from others), so I’ve a nice little amount of time to do this, but I can’t guarantee much more than an update every few days or so, with the occasional break (with warning). If we can find a day that works for everyone in a biweekly or otherwise basis we might do some more quick stuff but I’ll see how it plays. I have put together most of the worldbuilding, which I’ll share in a second post, but I really encourage people to detail their own parts of the setting and build off of what is there. The beauty of a world of mostly islands is that there are many isolated and unique things to find. If you want to create a unique beastfolk race, take something that isn’t listed and figure a way it fits in or the like, please by all means put it out there. I want to evoke a really varied feeling, but keep it within the context of high romantic fantasy with a mythological flair. There is certainly evil and villains in this world, but it's not so much grays, or black and white, but a story of many colors. I am looking for six to eight PCs. Keep the following in mind.
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The World of Wyrmsea: Uskara I am leaving a lot of details blank here intentionally, but here is a map below that gives some points of reference and inspiration. As well, here is a map with some of my thematic intentions in a less than serious way so you don’t have to overly guess and get a good idea straight up what’s going on. We are at a technology level roughly equivalent to the 18th century, with some differences here and there. The Factions of Uskara The Triumvirate of Powers play a constant tournament of hegemony with each other, trading buffer states here and there, fighting wars hot and cold over issues of power. They are known commonly as the Dominion, the Guild, and the Empire. The Grand Old Dominion is a traditional imperialist empire with a powerful navy and equally powerful industry and magic, ruled by the loathsome mindflayers. They invaded the island of Bight and took over the powerful civilization there in a moment of weakness, and have used their powers to extract tribute across the world. They believe they are “colonizing” the world and civilizing it through their thralldom, looking to make an endless empire for “Her Supreme Highness, the Queen Mother” while perverting the remnant of the religion once born on this island to their own twisted designs. While they are quite powerful, the other two Triumvirs have on occasion allied against them, but they are very good at playing their enemies against each other. They were the first to master submersible vessels, though the elves have been able to refine their own form. Points of Inspiration: Victoria's British Empire, body-snatchers/alien invasion. The Commercial Ordinaries' Guild (often abbreviated COG) is a mercantilist organization chartered originally by the kingdom of Khazadan and has now blossomed into an empire all its own, ruled by an all-powerful Board while performing their secret rites and hoarding resources and wealth. They have an extractive/transactional view of the world, and have engaged in their imperialism thus. Though dominated by the dwarves, the COG claims a few non-dwarven Board members, and is one of the few factions that seems to offer a meritocratic approach, though that is thin indeed. They were the first to build ironclad ships, though the mindflayers have built their own such craft since. Points of Inspiration: Dutch East India Trade Company, the Freemasons. The Free & Most Serene Empire isn’t considered much of an empire internally, still holding to some perverse idea that the elven aristocracy within it rule themselves. A massive connection of marital alliances and relationships of homag and vassalage, the feudal nightmare has become slowly centralized around the tradition of a Masked Empress, where it is rumored the role is shared and chosen by lot. While thoroughly chaotic, the Empire has the largest navy and army by sheer size to bring forward, and their massive wealth and alliances are slow to stir, but quite a terror once done so. They were the first to begin mastering flight through magic and zeppelins, though the dwarves have experimented with gyro-copters and otherwise themselves. Points of Inspiration: France under the Sun-King, the Austro-Hungarian Empire. People of Uskara
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Religions of Uskara The gods of Uskara are quiet, and only make themselves known through omens and great disasters, though these can be grand indeed. It is said the cataclysm was caused by displeasure of the gods, or perhaps a conflict between them. There are nine known mythic archetypes that the modern gods take, and each religion, with the exception of those of the mindflayers, dwarves, and elves, tends to be a folkloric take on each figure. We will treat those separately, and deal with each of the nine archetypes, that is known by a constellation, and their folkloric and religious names, as well as a Cleric Domain. In general, all forms of the afterlife tend to believe that those who are worthy become a star themselves, while the less worthy are dragged deep beneath the earth into the Abyss. I’m going to leave the details here sparing for people to fill in as they like or through play. The two most common religions are the Axiomatic Church, which was founded in Sarum but is now dispersed and has a rigid structure ruled by cardinals and a central pontifex, which tells of a heroic liberatory figure called Sartas aided by nine saints that previously freed mankind from bondage and will do so again, and the Drowned Ennead (with the animal heads the Hyklosian versions give them), which is a more idolatrous religion that sees a sort of polytheistic religion in the more traditional style, with each god supposedly deep beneath the water and having aquatic aspects. The dwarven religion, the Lodge of Ordinaries, teaches in a Principle of order and law, and is a cult of reason that still ends up tapping into divine power through their rites, while the elven religion of worship of their fey ancestors simply interprets it more as hero play. The Vendals and other cultures have their own varieties and take on these religions as well. The Mirror (Death/Grave) - Axiomatic: St. Nicar - Ennead: Nergal (crocodile head) - Vendalic: Ragna the Cutter - Balorian: The Queen of Air and Darkness The Two Pillars (Forge) - Axiomatic: St. Elspeth - Ennead: Moloch (baboon head) - Vendalic: Laeberic the Artisan - Balorian: The Muse of Steel The Northern Manse (Knowledge) - Axiomatic: St. Linus - Ennead: Jehuti (ibis head) - Vendalic: Laeberic the Traveler - Balorian: The Lord of Dream The Morning Star (Light) - Axiomatic: St. Idrian - Ennead: Shahar (eagle head) - Vendalic: Frigg the Mother - Balorian: The Knight of Summer The Snake-Handler (Life) - Axiomatic: St. Ennoia - Ennead: Astarte (snake head) - Vendalic: Ragna the Spinner - Balorian: The Kindly One The Smiling Man (Nature) - Axiomatic: St. Jesoth - Ennead: Dagon (fish head) - Vendalic: Laeberic the Father - Balorian: The Green Man The Burning Gate (Tempest) - Axiomatic: St. Vistra - Ennead: Wosret (tiger head) - Vendalic: Frigg the Brave - Balorian: The Wyld Hunt The Vagrant Planet (Trickery) - Axiomatic: St. Alma - Ennead: Ez (wolf head) - Vendalic: Ragna the Weaver - Balorian: The Laughing Mistress The Banneret (War) - Axiomatic: St. Pentar - Ennead: Setesh (bull head) - Vendalic: Frigg the Conqueror - Balorian: The Red Victor Tricky Dick Nixon fucked around with this message at 03:08 on May 12, 2018 |
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Looks awesome. Interest check before I sleep.
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I'm interested also, even though I'm not going to be able to make a character for a few days.
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Epicurius posted:I'm interested also, even though I'm not going to be able to make a character for a few days. I intend to have the recruit open at least a week. I'm prone to sudden changes of mind, but in this case, it'll probably stick.
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Seccacosantza Tolto, Vidame tir Cuothr; Sarnathqar Courtier The courts of the Masked Empress are labyrinthine in their complexity, the intricate dance of allegiances and favor almost impossible to comprehend. Unless, of course, you make a life of it. Seccacosantza, or Secca as she was called in the depths of the Ceaseless, is one such who thrived on the ebb and flow of court life. She wasn't exactly of the bloodline to make waves, being seven generations removed and a half-blood at that, but it was also hardly a cap on her ambitions. If there was one respect in which all were equal in the eyes of the Masked Empress, it was through the expression of art and beauty. It was this that Secca relied upon to make her mark. Some, though, saw her talents as a threat... or perhaps simply it offended them in some small way. The ways of the court are hard to truly comprehend. In any case, the then-Dame Seccacosantza's lineage was reexamined. It turned out that, conveniently, she could trace her ancestry to the last Vidame tir Cuorthr and was due a higher station. There was no little excitement on Secca's part, as she viewed it as the start of her fortunes turning, and it clearly required a trip out to visit her fief. That trip changed the course of her life entirely. The small transport she was on fell afoul of the DNS Ceaseless in a suspicious manner. It was incredibly unlikely that their paths would cross, particularly on the open seas, unless fate — or a courtly rival — conspired against her. Rolled stats: 7#4d6k3 15 15 14 12 12 12 Tricky fucked around with this message at 20:16 on May 7, 2018 |
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Oh this is definitely happening. Name: Jan'ti the Corpsewitch (to the servants of the Grand Old Dominion), the Seabride (to the people of Herapetra), but probably just the Mariner to you Race: Genasi (Water Blooded) Age: 28 Height: 5'8 (Size: Medium) Class: Druid 1 Alignment: Neutral Good Background: Acolyte (Dagon) Culture: Ornassi Languages: Common, Druidic, Primordial, Ornassi, Draconic, Hyklosian Hit Points: 1d8+2 Initiative: +0 AC: 13 Speed: 30 ft Passive Perception: 15 Spell Save DC: 13 Spell Attack Modifier: +5 Proficiency bolded Attributes (Modifier/Saving Throw) Strength: 13 (+1/+1) Dexterity: 11 (+0/+0) Constituion: 15 (+2/+2) Intelligence: 11 (+0/+2) Wisdom: 16 (+3/+5) Charisma: 8 (-1/-1) stat block results: 13, 11, 11, 13, 14, 8, 7 Acrobatics +0 Animal Handling +5 Arcana +0 Athletics +1 Deception -1 History +0 Insight +5 Intimidation -1 Investigation +0 Medicine +3 Nature +2 Perception +5 Performance -1 Persuasion -1 Religion +2 Sleight of Hand +0 Stealth +0 Survival +3 Features: Acid Resistance Amphibious (Breathe Air/Water) Swim (Swimming Speed of 30 ft) Call to the Wave: Knows Shape Water cantrip. At level three, may cast Create or Destroy Water as a 2nd level spell once per long rest. Uses Constitution modifier when casting either spell. Perceptive: +1 to Wisdom, Perception Proficiency, no disadvantage on light obfuscation if able to see and hear Cantrips: Frostbite Druidcraft Shape Water (uses Constitution Modifier) Armor Proficiency: Light, Medium, Shields Weapon Proficiency: Clubs, Daggers, Darts, Javelins, Maces, Quarterstaffs, Scimitars, Sickles, Slings, Spears Tools: Herbalism Kit Equipment: Spear, shield, leather armor, explorer's kit, druidic focus, holy symbol, a prayer book or prayer wheel, 5 sticks of incense, vestments, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp Defining Traits: Primeval Tongue - Jan'ti feels most comfortable with the nuances of the Primordial tongue. Jan'ti litters her speech with hard consonants and harsh consonants regardless of the language she is speaking. Often her phrasing is clipped and pointed rather than nuanced statements. Jan'ti is often fairly expressive make up for her verbal shortcomings, using body language and exaggerated facial expressions to convey herself where words fail. This quirk has a tendency to start conversations off on the wrong foot and lead to some considerable amount of distrust and confusion. A Free and Clean Sea - Jan'ti isn't particularly keen on the ownership of the seas whether the claim comes from the Triumvirates or the dragons they pay tribute to. She won't start a fight that would needlessly jeopardize herself or her companions but will become incensed if her ability to travel the seas is limited or upon witnessing pollution or other mistreatment of the waters. Background: Jan'ti had only ever known Herapetra. She had come into the world in the later half of the Eighty Year War and found her home on the coast in the shadow of the great city. Jan'ti found herself more urban spirit than resident, cleaning and protecting the coast as best she could and receiving small tributes of incense, food, and coin from the Ornassi folk that still worshiped the Drowned Ennead. She lived a rather safe though solitary lifestyle fighting the growing pollution in the waters near the port with little success. Even those who favored her feared her visage, the pale seagreen tint of her skin and long thin black hair painting the picture of a spirit lost at sea. In recent years, the establishment of an armistice has allowed the Grand Old Dominion has found time to focus on internal struggles. Jan'ti became outraged at the spread of pollutants from the ports seemingly only increasing in the wake of peace and took to more radical efforts. She burned pyres of polluted rubbish found floating in the harbor in acts of defiance. The noxious smoke and nauseating fumes that rose from these pyres became the talk of the town first out of fear, then concern, and finally frustration with those who still cherished their home. Jan'ti's efforts had proven a thorn in their side, emboldening those who clung to the old ways and inspired a defiant spirit within them as well. Several months before the mutiny of the DNS Ceaseless, a night of blood and fire consumed Herapatra. Guards took the most vocal and blatant Ornassi dissenters from their homes and declared that they were acolytes of a cult of elemental evil led by Jan'ti. Panic and fear spread throughout the city, and those among them there were those who had seen the cove where the Genasi girl slept traded their dignity for their lives. Jan'ti and a handful of Ornassi were sentenced to death on the DNS Ceaseless. A message to those who would keep the old ways. Traits: I have lived under Dominion oppression for much of my life. Even the smallest of wonders are beautiful and should be shared. Ideal: Nature. Nothing is more important to me than the natural world. Bond: My people are my family. The Spiritfolk and Ornassi are familiar and important to me. Flaw: I lived alone until my internment on the DNS Ceaseless. Relying on others is a frightening prospect. GenuineRevelry fucked around with this message at 20:43 on May 9, 2018 |
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This sounds super cool! Dice Roll: 15 Captured at a very young age from the mountains of Abyssidia, sold to a wealthy merchant in Herapetra and trained to fight in the fighting pits there. After earning a great deal of renown in the pits, Gauthi staged a slave revolt and escaped the city only to be recaptured a few weeks later. This time around, his owner was less than willing to put up with his belligerence but instead of outright killing him sold him off to the Dominion. He was then placed on the DNS Ceaseless and shipped off to Magna Orna. Chained in the brig because of his size and strength (and well-established history of inciting oppressed people into open rebellion), Gauthi was not party to the mutiny and was not even aware of the events taking place on the ship until it began to sink following the dragon attack. As he was dragged into the depths, helpless to break the restraints that held him to the sinking ship, he heard a low voice in his mind demand his service. A vision of a figure appeared in the murky water, but he could not make out any features. He pledged his eternal servitude should he be spared an early death, and then succumbed to the waters. When he awoke on the beach, coughing up sea water, he found he was with the other survivors of the shipwreck. He also found at his side the spear he had used for so many years in the fighting pits. He grabbed it and struggled to his feet. Name: Gauthi Ring name: The Demolisher Race: Goliath Age: 31 Height: 7'4" (size: Medium) Class: Warlock 1 Alignment: Lawful Neutral Background: Gladiator Culture: Ornassi (former slave from the fighting pits of Herapetra) Languages: Common, Abyssidian Giant, Ornassi Hit Points: 11 Initiative: +2 AC: 16 Speed: 30 ft Passive Perception: 12 Spell Save DC: 13 Spell Attack Modifier: +5 Proficiency bolded Attributes (Modifier/Saving Throw) Strength: 16 (+3/+3) Dexterity: 14 (+2/+2) Constitution: 16 (+3/+3) Intelligence: 11 (+0/+0) Wisdom: 15 (+2/+4) Charisma: 16 (+3/+5) Unused Attribute: 10 Acrobatics +4 Animal Handling +2 Arcana +0 Athletics +5 Deception +5 History +0 Insight +2 Intimidation +5 Investigation +0 Medicine +2 Nature +0 Perception +2 Performance +5 Persuasion +3 Religion +2 Sleight of Hand +2 Stealth +2 Survival +2 Features: Stone's Endurance - Use reaction to roll a d12. Add CON mod, reduce damage taken by that total. Recharges on short or long rest. Powerful Build - Count as one size larger when determining carrying capacities Mountain Born - Acclimated to high altitude, including elevations above 20,000 ft, and naturally adapted to cold climates Spear Mastery (if it's not ok to use UA feats let me know, I just like the flavor of using a spear) Cantrips: Booming Blade Eldritch Blast First level spells: Armor of Agathys Cause Fear Armor Proficiency: Light, Medium, Shields Weapon Proficiency: Simple weapons, Martial weapons Tools: Disguise kit Equipment: Spear, leather armor, shield, dungeoneer's pack, a dagger, arcane focus (crystal) Traits: There is no greater glory than standing victorious in the arena; I give combat pointers to nearly everyone I meet. Ideal: Ceremony. The dead must be honored and the best tribute would be for me to continue fighting. Bond: I have sworn to oppose the government that forced me into the gladiatorial life. Flaw: I have a hard time trusting people, feeling that everyone is always trying to use me in some way. Mr. Humalong fucked around with this message at 01:22 on May 10, 2018 |
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Zeshoon Fourpre:Statistic roll -- 17 / 14 / 13 / 13 / 12 / 12. High Concept posted:Personality - A casual observer might be hard-pressed to tell my friends from my enemies. The funny thing is, that's intentional. Background: Prologue of a Faction Agent posted:Flexibility, that's what it's all about. The Gendarmerie provides the state with flexibility in policing, as the relevant military regulations exempt it from ...certain gaps... in service affecting the civilian police. For example, protocols related to the use of force are significantly more stringent in the civilian police force. Jurisdictional issues also tend to fall by the wayside when the whole world is your playground according to charter. "The DNS Ceaseless, somewhere on the open sea - ?? days ago posted:The funny thing about mutinies is that nobody ever sees them coming. Funny story, that's also the fun thing about mutinies. When you're facing an opponent who outmatches you in a fight by a factor of ten, if not a hundred, you'd be surprised what a few carefully planted suggestions can accomplish. The right distraction, at the right moment, can topple an empire. Or a dominion, as the case may be. pre:------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Zeshoon Four Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Race: Half-elf (aos shee) Background: Faction Agent (the Imperial Gendarmerie) Class: Rogue (1) Culture: Sarnathqar Size: Medium Religion: Knowledge + Trickery + Grave STR 12 (+1) [12 base] INT 14 (+2) [13 base + 1 racial] DEX 14 (+2) [14 base] WIS 14 (+2) [13 base + 1 racial] CON 12 (+1) [12 base] CHA 20 (+5) [17 base + 2 racial + 1 feat] HP 9 / 9 [8 rogue + 1 ability] AC 13 [11 armor + 2 dexterity] Proficiency +2 [Lv. 1] Initiative +2 [ 2 base] Speed 30' [30 racial] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Skills: Athletics + 1 --- STR [0 proficiency + 1 ability] Acrobatics + 2 --- DEX [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Sleight of hand + 2 --- DEX [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Stealth + 4 [Half-elf] DEX [2 proficiency + 2 ability] Knowledge (arcana) + 2 --- INT [0 proficiency + 2 ability] (history) + 2 --- INT [0 proficiency + 2 ability] (investigation) + 4 [Half-elf] INT [2 proficiency + 2 ability] (nature) + 2 --- INT [0 proficiency + 2 ability] (religion) + 2 --- INT [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Animal handling + 2 --- WIS [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Insight + 4 [Background] WIS [2 proficiency + 2 ability] Medicine + 2 --- WIS [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Perception + 4 [Background] WIS [2 proficiency + 2 ability] Survival + 2 --- WIS [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Deception + 9 [Rogue] CHA [2 proficiency + 5 ability + 2 expertise (rogue)] Intimidation + 7 [Rogue] CHA [2 proficiency + 5 ability] Performance + 7 [Rogue] CHA [2 proficiency + 5 ability] Persuasion + 9 [Rogue] CHA [2 proficiency + 5 ability + 2 expertise (rogue)] Equipment: Arms Simple / Rogue [Rogue] Armor Light [Rogue] Tools Thieves' tools [Rogue] Languages: Elven (Sarnathqar) [Culture] Common [Half-elf] Ornassi (mariner) [Half-elf] Hyklosian (minotaur) [Half-elf] Primordial (elemental) [Background] Deep Speech (mind flayer) [Background] Thieves' Cant [Rogue] Saves: Strength + 1 --- [0 proficiency + 1 ability] Dexterity + 4 Rogue [2 proficiency + 2 ability] Constitution + 1 --- [0 proficiency + 1 ability] Intelligence + 4 Rogue [2 proficiency + 2 ability] Wisdom + 2 --- [0 proficiency + 2 ability] Charisma + 5 --- [0 proficiency + 5 ability] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Special abilities: Background: • Safe haven You have access to a secret network of supporters and operatives who can provide assistance on your adventures. You know a set of secret signs and passwords you can use to identify such operatives, who can provide you with access to a hidden safe house, free room and board, or assistance in finding information. These agents never risk their lives for you or risk revealing their true identities. Race: • Darkvision You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray. • Fey ancestry You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep. Class: • Rogue (Lv. 1) Sneak attack +1d6 Feats: • Actor (bonus) > Increase your Charisma score by 1, to a maximum of 20. > You have advantage on Charisma (Deception) and Charisma (Performance) checks when trying to pass yourself off as a different person. > You can mimic the speech of another person or the sounds made by other creatures. You must have heard the person speaking, or heard the creature make the sound, for at least 1 minute. A successful Wisdom (Insight) check contested by your Charisma (Deception) check allows a listener to determine that the effect is faked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Spellcasting: It is a mystery. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wealth Class Rapier [Rogue] ( - gp) 2 lbs. 1d8 piercing / finesse Shortbow [Rogue] ( - gp) 2 lbs. 1d6 piercing / two-handed Arrows [x20] [Rogue] ( - gp) 1 lbs. Leather armor [Rogue] ( - gp) 10 lbs. 11 AC Dagger [x 2] [Rogue] ( - gp) 2 lbs. 1d4 piercing / finesse / light / thrown Thieves' tools [Rogue] ( - gp) 1 lbs. Burglar's pack [Rogue] ( - gp) - Backpack - Bag of 1,000 ball bearings - 10 feet of string - Bell - 5 candles - Crowbar - Hammer - 10 pitons - Hooded lantern - 2 flasks of oil - 5 days of rations - Tinderbox - Waterskin - 50' hemp rope Background Badge [Faction] ( - gp) Decoder ring ('code book') [Faction] ( - gp) Clothes (common) [Faction] ( - gp) 3 lbs. Belt pouch [Faction] ( - gp) 1 lbs. Gold pieces [Faction] ( 15 gp) 1 lbs. Carrying capacity Strength 12 [12] Carrying capacity 180 lbs. [12 * 15] Push / drag / lift 360 lbs. [12 * 30] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Waador fucked around with this message at 22:15 on May 7, 2018 |
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A forest road, somewhere in Westenfal - a year ago Ho there, traveler! Be at ease; I have no quarrel with you. The weapons I carry have no need for your blood, but you may find it spilled nonetheless if you stick around. A battle will be fought here, soon, and I await my enemy. No, there is no ambush here. Ambushes are for the weak and the untested. I bear the scars of battle, traveler. I have been blooded. I have no need for stealth and deception. Now be on your way, if you value your life and your possessions. I hear horses in the distance. A coded letter in transit to Bodrum, Hyklos - a year ago To the most honorable Aghor Cleohan, The Claws of Wosret continue to take part in minor skirmishes for the Empire. Viscount Amiro's pockets are deep, and his lust for conquest is stoked, in part by . The favored tactic remains to await the soft Guildsmen in chokepoints, and to forego protracted battles. The Guildsmen have not yet learned that their light troops are no match for the discipline of the company. We are expected to travel to Nevarre soon, and then transition towards the Roaring Sea eventually, to take our fights onto a more piratical bend, deeper into COG territory. The Claws are eager for future battles; yet I cannot help but suspect the Viscount bears treasonous thoughts. Even deep pockets have their end, and unless his income increases, his pay cannot last forever. Yet as all Imperial nobles, greed will get the better of him before his campaign is at an end. Yours in blood, Cekman Mazhar The DNS Ceaseless, somewhere on the open sea - ?? days ago You! Small one. Help me free of these chains if you wish to live to see the dawn. The flayer is soft, but he is skilled in magics. If you let me take the charge, and let him focus on me, the other prisoners may succeed in taking him down by surprise. Why I'm offering my life to save yours? My life is already forfeit, small one. To live as a slave is no life. To die in glorious combat, or to kill our captor and free myself with the rest of you, is the only option I have. Quickly now! Use that stake. Wedge one link free, and I shall do the rest. --- Name: Mazhar (aka Headsman, aka Red Gorgon) Race: Minotaur Age: 34 Height: 6'6" Class: Barbarian 1 Alignment: Lawful Neutral Background: Mercenary Veteran Culture: Hyklos Languages: Common, Hyklosian Stats (Mod/Save) STR: 16 (+3/+5) CON: 16 (+3/+5) DEX: 12 (+1/+1) INT: 7 (-2/-2) WIS: 10 (+0/+0) CHA: 13 (+1/+1) Seventh Dropped Roll: 5 Hitpoints: 15 Speed: 30 AC: 14 Pass Per: 12 Rages: 2 Rage damage: +2 Skills: Acrobatics +1 Animal Handling +0 Arcana -2 Athletics +5 Deception +1 History -2 Insight +0 Intimidation +1 Investigation -2 Medicine +0 Nature -2 Perception +2 Performance +1 Persuasion +3 Religion +0 Sleight of Hand +1 Stealth +1 Survival +2 Features: - Rage - Unarmored Defense - Horns - Goring Rush - Hammering Horns - Labyrinthine Recall - Sea Reaver - Sentinel Proficiencies: Armor: Light/Medium, Shields Weapons: Simple/Martial Tools: Navigator's Tools, Vehicles (Water/Land), Dice Equipment: - Greataxe - Handaxe (2) - Javelins (4) - Explorer's Pack - Uniform - Insignia - Set of Dice - Navigator's Tools - Chain (10ft) (3) - 10gp Traits: Soft-spoken Savage: Mazhar has no need for loud threats or arrogant boasting. In fact, he can be downright chummy most times with people who are not his enemy, and even if they are. It gains him the easy respect of his fellow warriors, and leaves his enemies underestimating him. For when the battle begins, Mazhar is practical and ruthless, and he will not stop unless victory or death is his. (Trait: I am always polite and respectful. Trait: I can stare down a hellhound without flinching) A Code in his Blood: Though his vocation and his loyalty to his Aghor naturally demands deception, Mazhar lives by a rigid code he developed both through education and experience. Those who fight at his side gain his respect and his utmost effort; though force leveled against him must only be met with an appropriate response. There is no need to kill innocents, or an angry drunk. Only those who mean to kill will meet the blade of his axe. His Code is Law, and there is nothing that can sway him from it. (Ideal: Responsibility. Bond: I claim that I'm an exile from my people, but in truth I have been sent to serve as a spy. Flaw: I obey Wahad fucked around with this message at 21:15 on May 7, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 10:14 |
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Interest post. Also posting that my luck was garbage comparatively, giving me a spread of 9, 13, 13, 10, 11, 9 with a 6 dropped.
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# ? May 7, 2018 13:38 |
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Unknown Quantity posted:Interest post. Also posting that my luck was garbage comparatively, giving me a spread of 9, 13, 13, 10, 11, 9 with a 6 dropped. Feel free to take a mulligan on that one.
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# ? May 7, 2018 14:21 |
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Posting my interest. No idea what I'll make yet, maybe a tabaxi sorcerer? I rolled pretty similarly to Unknown Quantity on my stats (and my test roll's spread was all 12-16s ). Requesting mulligan? (Ability scores: 7#4d6k3 7 14 14 9 12 7 10) EDIT: Did much better on my reroll! Ability scores (mulligan): 7#4d6k3 Hardcordion fucked around with this message at 16:09 on May 7, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 14:57 |
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Ayo deadass good roll! Character goes here later when I finish reading Unearthed Arcana Chargen roll: 7#4d6k3 15 17
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# ? May 7, 2018 15:05 |
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Still playing around with ideas, but I like the idea of a Kenku ranger or thief type. Stats Roll: 18 14 12 12 10 10
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# ? May 7, 2018 15:10 |
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Interest post: I'm going with the classics and thinking about a hard nosed human dex-fighter-brute using rapiers and crossbows. Was thinking neutral evil but more in the "ruthless swashbuckler that still has a twisted sense of honor and cares for his people" sense over the "literally starscream will backstab the moment it becomes profitable" way of being a bad guy.
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# ? May 7, 2018 15:40 |
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Hardcordion posted:Posting my interest. No idea what I'll make yet, maybe a tabaxi sorcerer? Yeah the 7 there really brings it down, if it had a 16 or higher it would feel more fair, feel free to roll one more time. DeathSandwich posted:Interest post: I'm going with the classics and thinking about a hard nosed human dex-fighter-brute using rapiers and crossbows. Was thinking neutral evil but more in the "ruthless swashbuckler that still has a twisted sense of honor and cares for his people" sense over the "literally starscream will backstab the moment it becomes profitable" way of being a bad guy. I feel that in a pirate game, if you don't have at least one of these, something has gone wrong.
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# ? May 7, 2018 15:44 |
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Najiha Warlock Najiha was born on a sailing vessel, she can count on her hands the number of days in her life she has spent on dry land. Always seeking a new port, eager to explore that which was thought lost. She has studied amongst the loremasters, and fought with the crews, content as a member of whatever crew she had most recently signed on with, learning what she could so that one day she could captain her own vessel. She had been serving as deckmaster of The Smiling Asp, a fast privateer vessel operating near Westenfal, when the ever cursed Dominion ships trapped them, and burned the boat to the waterline. Najiha watched the mind-flayer consume her captain, and her crewmates, unable to change anything. For weeks as her time to be consumed got closer, she prayed to Old Gods and New to save her, but every sunset another crewmate would die, her prayers unanswered. Finally when it appeared no other option remained, she spoke the ancient request for a bargain. Silence courted her to sleep, but unlike every other night, her dreams awakened her to a world of never-ending Summer, greenery and calm seas abounded, and in front of her on her throne of living gulls, Alsayfa Queen of Summer. "You seek my service?" Najiha nodded quickly, she would have made a deal with any being to hear her pledge, but service with the Queen of Summer would at least not blacken her soul. "Go then, and when a chance for mutiny arrives, do not hesitate. We will speak in dreams again." In the morning, Najiha had felt the differences the pact had brought upon her. She would not die at the hand of this mind-flayer. Name: Najiha Race: Half-Elf Age: 20 Height: 5'3" Class:Warlock 1 Alignment: Chaotic Good Background: Sailor Culture: Ornassi Languages: Common, Elvish, Goblin, Ornassi Attributes: STR: 12 (+1/+3) CON: 16 (+3/+3) DEX: 16 (+3/+3) INT: 14 (+2/+2) WIS: 14 (+2/+4) CHA: 18 (+4/+6) Hitpoints: 11 Speed: 30 AC:14 Pass Per: 14 Skills: Acrobatics +3 Animal Handling +2 Arcana +4 Athletics +3 Deception +6 History +2 Insight +2 Intimidation +4 Investigation +4 Medicine +2 Nature +2 Perception +4 Performance +4 Persuasion +4 Religion +2 Sleight of Hand +3 Stealth +5 Survival +2 Features: - Fey Presence - WarCaster Proficiencies: Armor: Light Armor Weapons: Simple Tools: Navigator's Tools, Vehicles (water) Equipment: - 2 Daggers - Belaying Pin - 2 Handaxes - Scholar's Pack - 50 feet silk rope - small smooth red stone, on a leather string - common clothes - Navigator's Tools - arcane focus - 10gp Personality Traits My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what. I enjoy sailing into new ports and making new friends over a flagon of ale. Ideal Freedom. The sea is freedom—the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. (Chaotic) Bond The ship is most important—crewmates and captains come and go. Flaw I can’t help but pocket loose coins and other trinkets I come across. Cantrips - Eldritch Blast - Minor Illusion 1st level Spells - Hex - Fairie Fire Mykkel fucked around with this message at 20:57 on May 7, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 15:51 |
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A Tricky Dick Nixon adventure in D&D 5E? I am so down! I felt like doing something silly, so I wanted to go for a Kenku Cleric of the God of Knowledge. Attribute Roll: 7#4d6k3 17 16 16 14 11 11 11 Wew dems some stats, is there a character builder that I could use? EDIT: Sheet In Progress My life's work has yet to be finished, there is much left undiscovered, much more unsaid. But you my dearest companion, I wish for you to finish what I started. The story of Quill Scribbling began late one night many moons ago within the temple of Jehuti, the Drowned Ennead God of Knowledge. There was Imam Amon ad Raza who held a position of great importance within the temple, dressed in comfortable but fine clothes, who had come into the archives to do some late night reading escorted by his guards. And there was the Kenku fledgling who would be later known as Quill Scribbling, what he was before matters to no one not even Quill himself, what was important at this moment was the gilded idol he was attempting to abscond with. The guards moved first to apprehend the thief and the Kenku moved second to try and flee and failed, and the price for stealing from a holy temple was a steep one for an untouchable such as he. But the Imam stayed the hands of the Guards and denied that the fledgling was guilty for any wrongdoing. Instead he took this wayward bird under his wing (harhar) for he saw underneath the matted feathers and malnourished form, a sense of keen intelligence about the boy that with polish, could shine like a diamond. And thus ended the life of the nameless Kenku Thief, and in its place began the life of Quill Scribbling, personal Scribe and Secretary to the Imam and slowly overtime the confusion gave way to understanding. He learned the Ornassian Scripture both how to speak and write it, wrote down what his new tutor told him, he listened in at the lectures, he went through the library; reading what he could, listening to what he could, writing about what he could. And it came as quite a surprise to both the Imam and Quill himself when Quill attempted some of the divine magics he had seen used within the temple, and it worked for him. He thrived in this academic environment in a way that he never could on the streets and soon even the likes of he was accepted as a part of temple life, a fellow understudy instead of nuisance. It eventually came to an end with the passing of Imam Amon ad Raza, he had passed in his sleep and left three things to his Scribe and boon companion, his holy symbol of Jehuti slightly tarnished from age but well used, an unfinished manuscript about the Cataclysm, and a letter asking Quill to continue where he had left off in it's writing. And thus ended the life of Quill the Scribe, and began the life of Quill The Explorer or Quill the Able or perhaps Quill the Scholar, the name was a work in progress. But it would have perhaps helped if he had ever actually been outside the city walls, maybe then he wouldn't have been captive upon a Mindflayer Vessel, and then stranded upon a distant shore... Name: Quill Scribbling Race: Kenku Age: 15 Height: 5'0 (Size: Medium) Class: Cleric 1 (Knowledge - Jehuti) Alignment: Neutral Good Background: Sage Culture: N/A Languages: Sarumite (Common), Auran, Ornassi, Celestial, Draconic, Giant Hit Points: 1d8+0 Initiative: +3 AC: 16 Speed: 30 ft Passive Perception: 14 Spell Save DC: 14 Spell Attack Modifier: +6 Proficiency italicized Doubled proficiency bolded. Attributes (Modifier/Saving Throw) Strength: 11 (+0/+0) Dexterity: 16 (+3/+3) (+2 Mod) Constituion: 11 (+0/+0) Intelligence: 17 (+3/+3) (+1 Feat) Wisdom: 18 (+4/+6) (+1 Mod) Charisma: 16 (+3/+5) Acrobatics +3 Animal Handling +4 Arcana +7 Athletics +0 Deception +5 History +5 Insight +6 Intimidation +3 Investigation +3 Medicine +6 Nature +5 Perception +4 Performance +3 Persuasion +3 Religion +7 Sleight of Hand +5 Stealth +3 Survival +4 Features: >Expert Forgery (Kenku) - You can duplicate other creatures' handwriting and craftwork. You have advantage on all checks made to produce forgeries or duplicates of existing objects. >Kenku Training (Kenku) - You are proficient in your choice of two of the following skills: >Mimicry (Kenku) - You can mimic sounds you have heard, including voices. A creature that hears the sounds you make can tell they are imitations with a successful Wisdom (Insight) check opposed by your Charisma (Deception) check >Spellcasting (Cleric) - Wisdom >Divine Domain (Cleric) - Knowledge -Blessings of Knowledge - At 1st leveI, you learn two languages of your choice. You also become proficient in your choice of two of the following skills: Arcana, Your proficiency bonus is doubled for any ability check you make that uses either of those skills. >Researcher (Sage) - When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, If you do not know that information you will know where you can obtain it. >Keen Mind (Feat) - +1 Intelligence. You always know which way is north; you always know the number of hours left before the next sunrise or sunset, and you can accurately recall anything you have seen or heard within the past month. Cantrips: Guidance Spare the Dying Thaumaturgy Armor Proficiency: Light, Medium, Shields Weapon Proficiency: All Simple Weapons Tools: None Equipment: Cleric: A mace, leather armour, a light crossbow and 20 bolts, an explorer's pack, a shield and a holy symbol. Sage: A bottle of black ink, a quill, a small knife, a letter from a dead colleague posing a question you have not yet been able to answer, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp Defining Traits: Trait: I'm willing to listen to every side of an argument before I make my own judgment. Ideal: Self Improvement - The goal of a life of study is the betterment of oneself. Bond: I have a Flaw: Most people scream and run when they see a demon. I stop and take notes on its anatomy. TheNabster fucked around with this message at 03:40 on May 12, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 16:12 |
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Interest post here; am unsure what to make but I have been feeling some piratey stuff and I've never touched 5e so might as well do it now. I am prepared for disappointment!
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# ? May 7, 2018 16:40 |
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I've set up a discord here for discussion and questions.TheNabster posted:Wew dems some stats, is there a character builder that I could use? There's like a megaton of different options out there. I intentionally didn't put one out there explicitly because everyone has their own preference. I will be using Roll20's sheet feature since its well integrated with 5E to store it once the game starts, but at the present time, it's really up to whatever folk's preferences are. 5e is really simple though, especially at 5th level: You're mostly just going to be picking your race, class, background, and feat, and filling in some character details. There will not be a lot of choices, especially if you aren't a spellcaster with a limited spell list.
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# ? May 7, 2018 17:04 |
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Tricky Dick Nixon posted:Yeah the 7 there really brings it down, if it had a 16 or higher it would feel more fair, feel free to roll one more time. Cool, thanks. I did much better on my reroll (18, 15, 14, 12, 11, 11, Also, I've settled on a mysterious tabaxi monk. Sheet incoming once I'm off work. (Not an accurate character portrait).
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# ? May 7, 2018 17:48 |
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Kyna tir Vaandrel, (Forced) Servant and (Unofficial) Squire The Cradish folk often lived simple but harsh lives, overseen by their Elven lords and ladies, and Kyna’s childhood was no different in this regard. Taxes were It was a particularly cold and cruel winter, the sixteenth that Kyna faced, and by the elders’ words the worst harvest seen in decades. The crops had died, withered by months of drought, and many of the villagers were starving, or had starved already. Yet, they would survive, so the adults of the village spoke. Enough was kept even after they gave much to their elven lords, that while they would suffer some losses, the village would continue on. But. Kyna’s own mother was one of those wasting away, their family’s reserves close to none, and the others had little to share. A desperate time. And in desperate times, people take desperate actions. When Kyna saw the elven men on horseback as she returned to the village, her chest began to tighten. When she snuck into her home and saw the full-grown buck her younger brothers carried, her heart sank. Still, she could not find it in herself to reprimand them. She had been considering much the same, after all. With a wry smile and an exchanged look between daughter and father, Kyna rushed to meet the elven officials face-to-face. When they professed they were in pursuit of poachers, she declared herself to be the one. Even then, the men there knew something was amiss. They had seen multiple offenders, after all. But one of the men, an older sort even for the elves, brought his horse forward. He looked at Kyna, looked down at her, and simply nodded, before motioning for one of the others to take her. Kyna knew not what to expect as she was brought to Vaandrel. To lose a hand, most likely. Or perhaps she would be demeaned in some way. Shamed or maimed, she had no high hopes for her near future. Yet she would soon find herself surprised, for it seemed the older elf had taken… not quite a liking to her, so much as an amused acknowledgment. (Not that Kyna could tell at the time, as hard to read as the man was.) A knight of some renown, and the brother of the lord of Vaandrel, Amaranthus tir Vaandrel decided to entertain the whim he had, and began to mentor the young woman, ignoring the mixture of outrage and disbelief from his brethren around him. At first relieved if bewildered, Kyna soon found her mentor’s decision to be its own form of punishment. Her own family’s name was stripped from her, replaced with the city she was brought to. Every action she took then, as well as the consequences it brought, would be reflected upon her ‘benefactors.’ Every day was fraught with studies and compiling duties, a squire in all but name. All of the responsibilities, and none of the recognition. No, none at all, and far from recognition, all those around her judged and criticized, whether she succeeded or failed. And yet, Kyna survived, and she learned. Not all of it took, but she learned from Amaranthus nonetheless. Of tenets and expectations. Of vows and obligations. Of the weight of a knight. Before she knew it, eight years had passed. It was not long after that Amaranthus informed her he would have to leave Vaandrel, and for much longer than any of his prior trips throughout her apprenticeship. As always, she asked to be brought along, and as always, he refused. “There is more than enough for you to accomplish here in my stead,” he would say. He was right, Kyna knew, but the glares she felt only grew colder while her mentor was away. Nevertheless, she saw him off, and prepared herself for her first task: serving as a guard for some merchant company’s ship that had ties to Vaandrel. Little could she have known that this trip would be the time the Dominion would see fit to strike... quote:Profile TheFireMagi fucked around with this message at 20:45 on May 9, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 18:10 |
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For my human (variant) bonus skill, would I be able to take proficiency in Vehicles (nautical)?
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# ? May 7, 2018 18:21 |
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DeathSandwich posted:For my human (variant) bonus skill, would I be able to take proficiency in Vehicles (nautical)? What Background were you considering? In theory I'd allow this but usually a Skill is better than a tool proficiency so it's an unfair trade, and if your character's backstory supports it it seems fine to swap a tool proficiency from your background for that.
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Tricky Dick Nixon posted:What Background were you considering? In theory I'd allow this but usually a Skill is better than a tool proficiency so it's an unfair trade, and if your character's backstory supports it it seems fine to swap a tool proficiency from your background for that. Eh, I figured if ocean travel was going to be a major factor in the game, it might be worthwhile to have someone who knows how to command a sailing vessel even if boat to boat combat isn't going to be a large factor. Character concept right now is that he's the son (one of obnoxiously many) of a notorious privateer lord who beat the odds and lived to amass a fortune and retire. The heirs of the borderline-pirate dynasty are engaged in lots of in-fighting and factions to inherit both the riches of the family and the deed of safe conduct for one of the major political powers to be able to work with state sanction instead of just being a rogue pirate. My character would be one of the younger sons of the dynasty who set out to make his mark and return with deeds worthy of crowning the new privateer lord, only to be sold out by one of his brothers at the first opportunity and cast into chains as a prisoner. If you're familiar with it, think of 40k Rogue Trader dynasty family in-fighting and that's kind of what I'm going for. I haven't gotten anything to paper yet and won't be able to until I get home from work, so I don't have backgrounds/rolls/crunch stuff worked up yet.
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# ? May 7, 2018 19:43 |
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Just really quickly, but what sort of clerical domain or domains for the Elven ancestor cults? Or is that not determined?
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# ? May 7, 2018 19:50 |
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DeathSandwich posted:Eh, I figured if ocean travel was going to be a major factor in the game, it might be worthwhile to have someone who knows how to command a sailing vessel even if boat to boat combat isn't going to be a large factor. Sounds a perfect fit for the Pirate background, which will give you proficiency with navigator's tools and vehicles (sea). Epicurius posted:Just really quickly, but what sort of clerical domain or domains for the Elven ancestor cults? Or is that not determined? I added under each constellation the "Balorian" figure that represents one of their archfey ancestors, with some additional flavor available for each domain, but feel free to develop it further.
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# ? May 7, 2018 20:12 |
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Character Roll: 9 15 10 14 15 11 10
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# ? May 7, 2018 20:48 |
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Before I dump my character that I definitely didn't spend a lot of last night and most of today lovingly crafting, do you have a problem with a former gladiator turned hexblade warlock? My feat would be Spear Mastery which I don't think is too cheese, I picked it for flavor. Also, would a captured slave turned gladiator fighting in the fighting pits of Herapetra fit with your world? e: Excellent! let me post my character further up in the thread. Mr. Humalong fucked around with this message at 21:18 on May 7, 2018 |
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Mr. Humalong posted:Before I dump my character that I definitely didn't spend a lot of last night and most of today lovingly crafting, do you have a problem with a former gladiator turned hexblade warlock? My feat would be Spear Mastery which I don't think is too cheese, I picked it for flavor. Spear Mastery is quite fine, and that sounds exactly like something you can find in the Shining Jewel of the Nine Seas.
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Lucielle tirAlness, the Cursed Noble-Turned-Rogue Let me ask you something; what would you do if you've had everything taken away from you? What would you do if you were forced to live a life of almost unending hardship? What if you were betrayed by those who you thought you could once trust? What if you were branded with the Reaper's Curse that meant you would bring nothing but ruin and misfortune to everything around you? Would you curse the fate life has given you, or would you lie down, and accept it? I'll tell you what I would do; I'd fight. I'd fight, tooth and nail, against my own grim fate, and I wouldn't stop fighting, not until my very dying breath. The only one who's allowed to determine my own fate is me, and no-one else. My name is Lucielle Valentine. Yes, that Lucielle; the exiled daughter of tirAlness. The Reaper's Curse, you see, is not a light one; to have it means the Reaper stalks you wherever you go, promising a bad fate to you and all those around you, and when my family saw my mark, they were fearful of what my curse would bring to them, so I was cast away without a second thought. The only person who was against it was my mother, but the rest didn't agree with her. I was 15 when it all happened. I was a scared, confused girl who didn't understand why she was abandoned so easily. I kept wondering, "What did I ever do to deserve all this? Wasn't I a part of them?" And from there, things only got harder for me. I thought I would die, alone, in the streets, until I was saved by one man. His name was Vashyrn, the man who gave me a new home. He was aware of my curse, but that didn't matter to him. He took me in, and took care of me. He taught me how to fight, how to survive, and, more importantly, how to take fate into your own hands. Then, one day, a year ago, he just... disappeared. He said he had something urgent to attend to, but he never returned. I couldn't just sit down and do nothing, so I decided, then and there, to set out, and find the man who I owe everything to, Reaper's Curse be damned! I will fight through as many misfortunes as I have to, I won't let the reaper win against me! I'll carve my own path forward, and make my own fate! ...That said, fighting against your own fate, as it turns out, is not that easy. Through a series of (very) unfortunate events, I found myself on the DNS Ceaseless. Even after the mutiny, it seemed as if the Reaper enjoyed piling on more misfortunes upon us. Still, even after all the chaos that happened, they have still not managed to take my life. I, and the others with me, still live. Where fate will take me after, I do not know, but what I do know is that I will find my mentor, and I will win against this curse of mine. quote:Name: Lucielle tirAlness Valentine Tardzilla fucked around with this message at 21:14 on May 12, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 21:50 |
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Everything seemed to go well on young Johann's life. A former cabin boy taken from the streets of Khazadan by the Guild, he quickly learned his ways into the sea and soon became helmsman of the Seahawk, one of the largest and fastest new flutes in the whole merchant fleet of the guild and he made a promise to his fiance that he would marry her after the maiden voyage of the Seahawk brought him home. Yet he didn't knew how this would end. Unknowingly to Johann, the leaders of his lodge decided to dabble in the illegal slave trade, sending chained Highfolk brought from Vendalic lands to work on Dominion-owned mines. It was only when he saw the enslaved men and women being brought into the ship at Thule that he learned about the nefarious plan that his captain devised. He threatened to bring this matter to the higher ups of the Guild and other authorities if the Highfolk weren't released immediately, to which the captain and crew responded by wrapping him in chains and chucking him from the ship to drown at the sea. As he drowned in the blue void, Johann's thoughts turned towards how the crew he considered as part of his family, the captain he respected as a mentor and the lodge which he pledged his loyalty to betrayed him and threw him aside like a fly. Such thoughts turned into a deep dark hatred and resentment, which called upon... Something. A dark force that reanimated his drowned corpse every time it passed out as he walked deep into the seafloor, the iron chains still around his body. It took several months for him to reach the coast of a Dominion owned island, where he found a former crewmember of the Seahawk alongside other members of another slaver ship moored at the local harbor. When the Dominion soldiers eventually managed to put him in chains and board him into the Ceaseless, he was the closest thing to a living creature at the harbor... quote:Name: Johann Plutonis fucked around with this message at 03:28 on Jun 13, 2018 |
# ? May 7, 2018 21:51 |
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Rory FitzEachann, Heathish Folk Hero Once nothing more than a smith in a tiny village a day's ride from Pretala, Rory always had a feeling that he was meant for something more. That feeling came to fruition when a hive of goblins, striking from the nearby cliffs and peaks, threatened all that he loved and held dear. Righteous anger, as well as equally righteous muscles, proved more than enough to slay the would-be chieftain — the blow from the logging axe quite literally splitting the monster in twain — and that moment of resistance rallied the men and women of his nameless hamlet to help him drive off the rest. It was not an easy fight, and many were lost, but Rory seemed to be everywhere as his axe flashed through air and goblinhide with equal ease. Rory was the toast of the town for many weeks, but he all too soon felt the call of adventure. There were surely more who needed a man like him. More villages, more towns, more people in need! And, he resolved, he would be there for them. The smith closed his shop, doused the forge, and took only the essentials with him on his way. He'd find adventure, whether adventure was ready for him or not! His adventures on the way to the ports of Pretala were amusing, to be sure, if not challenging for someone starting to come into their own. This was as much a quirk of how imposing he was as it was his natural talent at martial matters. Booking passage to parts unknown, he found himself captured and run afoul of the diabolical captain of the DNS Ceaseless. A smarter man may well have given up under such dire circumstances, but Rory FitzEachann? Perish the thought! He eagerly awaited his chance and joined wholeheartedly in the mutiny when the time came. Rolled Stats: 7#4d6k3 17 17 15 15 15 9 Tricky fucked around with this message at 04:59 on May 8, 2018 |
# ? May 8, 2018 02:43 |
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Want to express interest in rolling some sort of bounty hunter or scout background Ranger since there are a few Goliath and Minotaurs already made. Will be updating as I draft this week.
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# ? May 8, 2018 02:55 |
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You've heard of the Dread Freewind, haven't you? Ahhh, of course you have, man's basically a living legend. Even though he was an outsider to the culture, he had an in with the COG well enough that they gave him a writ of safe conduct and an old schooner that was set to be scuttled otherwise, the ship he eventually took his 'professional' name after - The Freewind. He was told to make life miserable for the Dominion and the Empire. The Coggers figured he'd go out, be a thorn in their side for a couple of months and then get shot down in a failed raid or somesuch. The improbable happened though, not only did he survive, he thrived, returning to Vitrianata ever couple of months to drop off pillaged loot, usually in a bigger ship he pillaged from the squids. This went on for the better part of thirty years, making him one of the richest privateers in all of Uskara and one of the few who's taken the privilege of retiring. Not many people know that last part. Most just assumed he finally got got by the squids or fell victim to one of the leviathans of the sea. He's got a landed estate on Magna Orna, away from the prying eyes of the other major factions. As you can no doubt tell by the youth and the manacles holding me down in this blasted cage, I am not that man. I am however his son - or one of his sons, as it were. Turns out if you live the life he had for as long as he did, you leave a lot of bastards in your wake. Only a handful of us were ever actually acknowledged as his children, 12 still living currently by my last knowledge. That is both a blessing and a curse though. You see, the old man is doling out his will by merit. The greater your deeds and the more renown you gain, the better your inheritance gets. Also up for grabs when the old man croaks is the writ of safe conduct; turns out the Cogs wrote it in such a way that it doesn't expire with my father's death. With so much on the line it's no wonder all his children are at each other's necks. I think he likes it better that way, he was always a fan of 'survival of the fittest'. With all of his potential airs all vying for inheritance, it's no wonder so many of us sought to prove our worth to follow in his footsteps. Without that writ from the Coggers though, we're nothing more than pirates and corsairs, outlaws with no home and no safe state. That's not our only concern though. Even more a threat than the Empire or Dominion looking to put a stop to these upstart Freewinds are my other siblings who don't hesitate to stab you in the back at the first opportunity. The latter is why you see me in these chains now. My first voyage was to be a milk run, knocking over an empire merchant vessel set adrift from it's escorts after a raging storm, anchored not far from the coast a day's sail away. It turns out we were waylaid by my brother Dirk, the eldest of us, who intercepted me mere hours before arriving at our destination. Rather than kill his own brother outright, he instead crippled my ship, leaving it listing and ready to be captured when the merchant vessel's escorts caught up with it. I've been a captive ever since, being handed off from ship to ship, destination unknown. I was never the sort to raise a blade against my brother before, but I'll tell you this though: Dirk better prepare himself. If I get off this ship and find him, I'm going to cut him stem to stern. The only answer for this betrayal is in blood. That being said, I think I hear something going on topside. If something is going down, this might be our chance to get off this ship... pre:Name: Rust Freewind Race: Human (variant) Age: 20 Height: 6'0 Class: Fighter Alignment:NE Background: Pirate Culture: Ornassi Languages:Common, Ornassi, Grummish Personality Trait: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what. Ideal: Aspiration. Someday I’ll own my own ship (again) and chart my own destiny. Bond: My crew is the lifeblood by which I live or die Flaw: My pride will probably lead to my destruction Hit Points: 13 Hit Dice: 1d10 Initiative: 4 AC: 15 Speed: 30 feet Passive Perception: 14 Proficiency Bonus: +2 Saving Throw proficiency: Strength, Stamina Strength: 11 Dexterity: 18 (+1 Human +1 Quick Fingered) Constituion: 16 (+1 Human) Intelligence:14 Wisdom: 14 Charisma: 15 Armor Proficiency: All armor, shields Weapon Proficiency: Martial, Simple Tools: Navigator Tools, Vehicles (water) Features: Background - Bad Reputation: Can get away with minor criminal offenses Fighting Style - Marksmanship: +2 Attack for ranged attacks Second wind Feats: Crossbow Expert Quick Fingered Gear: Leather armor Heavy Crossbow and 20 bolts Rapier Explorer's pack A silver skull the size of a coin (background trinket) 50' of silk rope Belt pouch containing 10 gp Acrobatics (dex) +6 Animal handling (Wis) +2 Arcana (int) +2 Athletics (str) +2 Deception (cha) +2 History (int) +2 Insight (Wis) +2 Intimidation (cha) +4 Investigation (int) +2 Medicine (Wis) +2 Nature (int) +2 Perception (Wis) +4 Performance (cha) +2 Persuasion (cha) +2 Religion (int) +2 Sleight of hand (dex) +6 Stealth (dex) +6 Survival (Wis) +2 Dem stats tho. I'm not married to being neutral evil, and was going to play it more of a mild evil (he's basically in it for the loot and infamy and family status) instead of a cackling captain planet villian. I could probably move him to true neutral to play more in line for a more good aligned party. DeathSandwich fucked around with this message at 21:58 on May 8, 2018 |
# ? May 8, 2018 03:35 |
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Not ready to make a sheet yet, but here are my stats: Stats: 7#4d6k3 5 12 7 9 11 9 16 Ouch.
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# ? May 8, 2018 03:47 |
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"Brynjolf the Brute" aka "Brynjolf the Bone-Crusher" "Loooords and Ladies, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages! This is the Fight you have all been waiting for! Two men enter, but only one man leaves as King Of The Ring! "In the Blue Corner, a man who needs no introduction, the reigning champion and ultimate pugilist, 'MAD MAAAAAAAAN' McCONNELL! "And over here in the Red Corner, tonight's Challenger. Weighing in at 23 stone, he's been fighting in the pits ever since he could throw a punch. They say he's a wild-man. They say he was abandoned in the woods as a baby. All we know is he's a stone-cold killer who's yet to lose a single match, and he's got his eyes on the prize, ladies and gentlemen. But does he have what it takes to topple the Champion and claim the title? Let's find out... "Put your hands together and give it up for BRYNJOLF, The BOOOOOONE-CRUSHER!" quote:Name: Brynjolf Rhjamiz fucked around with this message at 06:30 on May 12, 2018 |
# ? May 8, 2018 04:00 |
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Epicurius posted:Not ready to make a sheet yet, but here are my stats: That feels worth a mulligan, feel free to roll again. I am always surprised at how soon these fill up. I'm going to set Friday, May 11 as the day I intend to pick, still giving the rest of the week, but that way people aren't waiting too long to find out. Some prompts and feedback on the completed submissions (background and sheet finished). Tricky posted:Seccacosantza Tolto Mr. Humalong posted:Gauthi Waador posted:Zeshoon Four I noticed you pick a numeral suffix. Do you consider yourself an aristocrat? Do you belong to one of the Twenty-Seven Houses of Balor? I appreciate a little mystery about who you were before you were a gendarme, but I'm curious a little bit just how deep that goes. Wahad posted:Mazhar Mykkel posted:Najiha TheNabster posted:Quill Scribbling TheFireMagi posted:Kyna tir Vaandrel Note, I see you haven't filled in your Alignment, it feels with your obedience and principles that Lawful Good would be a good fit. Plutonis posted:Johann Seahawk Could you elaborate a bit on the choice of alignment, what do you feel makes him such a wild, unpredictable spirit, in his quest for vengeance? And what is the form of weapon that you feel best embodies the king of vengeance you want to wreak upon the Lodge of Seahawk?
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♪Ranka Volyn♪ The Shava are proud of their history, what little of it remains avaliablr to them. Ranka Volyn was proud to be a part of her people, proud of her craftwork in keeping the rafts together ,and proud of her extraneous duties. The Clan isn't particularly fond of allowing outsiders among them, but on occasion need requires they transport some wanderers in exchange for gold. This is where Ranka comes in. The sacrificial lamb of the Clan, Ranka's job is to head out into the world, braving the corrupting influences of the cities, to hunt down those "guests" who decide that the Shava don't deserve to keep the artifacts of their past. For the most part Ranka's track record was spotless, a few coordinated efforts had managed to secure some minor trinkets, but the vast majority of anything stolen under her watch had been recovered. Ranka's last run, before fate decided to set her down her current path, had been particualrly quick to finish with. A human bumpkin had been tempted by a gold trimmed goblet, but he'd barely managed to get a few miles from the river before Ranka's cudgel smashed in his knee. Having recovered their heritage, Ranka headed to the rendezvous to rejoin the Clan. Ranka was slightly confused to learn that the Clan had taken on a new guest just after they'd been robbed not a day ago, but after seeing the pile of gold the stranger had offered, she set aside her qualms. Trust as it was proving was a massive mistake. In the middle of the night a blood curdling scream rang out, an echo of it rattling through every one of the Ghostwise's minds alerting them to the death of kin. A horde of halflings, knives in hand, came running, but it was too late. The thief had been caught just as they were departing with a severed portion of the raft and dealt a lethal blow to the one trying to stop them. The thief taker's job was not a thing set in stone, some objects simply couldn't be recovered, and the taker could return home with their head held high even if they didn't manage to recover everything. A murder of kin though? That was unprecedented and required an answer. Ranka stuck around long enough to witness her kin buried in the water and to say a quick goodbye and then she left everything she loved behind. It's been years since Ranka was set on the path of vengeance, and only recently has she managed to catch up with her mark. It'd cost Ranka coin and favors from contacts she'd made over the years, but the bait was set. Rumors had begun to mill out about a Ghostwise runaway wanting to trade her family relics for the coin to establish her new life, and it seemed that the mark had taken the bait. Ranka would love to spin a tale over how she'd managed to single handedly take down the thief and triumphantly returned to her people with relics in hand, but she wasn't much of a liar. So much time among the criminal aspects of society and even society at large had been a corrupting influence. When the thief and his men found Ranka, she was several cups "for the nerves" deep. It didn't take them much to beat her down and capture her. Strings were pulled, papers signed, and the pest who'd foiled many noble's plots to get their hands on elusive chunks of history to show off to their acquaintances, was set to be delivered to the DNS Ceasless' hold. The last few days had been hazy, a concussion piled on top of a hangover doing Ranka no favors. Early on in the Ceaseless' journey, Ranka was pretty unaware of the plans for a mutiny to occur, but soom after her first time speaking mind to mind with her neighbors, it became clear that she could be used as a relay for orders across the mutinous conspiracy. All things told it could have gone worse. Sure the mutiny was a great success, but the fact that the ship was sunk not days later was kind of a let down. For now Ranka is just happy she'd managed to make like a bilge rat and hit the shore. Now she just needed to find some other folk that were still alive. pre:Name: Ranka Volyn Race: Ghostwise Halfling Class: Monk 1 (Drunken Master) Proficiency: +2 Alignment: Bitter Drunk (Neutral bordering Lawful Neutral) Background: Bounty Hunter Culture: Nimhi HP: 9/9 Ki: 0/0 AC: 19 Speed: 25 Passive Perception: 14 Attributes: STR: 10 (+0) DEX: 20 (+5) CON: 13 (+1) INT: 14 (+2) WIS: 18 (+4) CHA: 11 (+0) Skill profs: Acrobatics +7 (Monk) History +4 (Monk) Insight +6 (Bounty Hunter) Stealth +7 (Bounty Hunter) Investigation +4 (Feat) Survival +6 (Feat) Save profs: Strength & Dexterity. Weapons: Simple + shortswords Tools: Carpenter's Tools (Feat) Woodcarver's Tools (Monk) Thieves' tools (Bounty Hunter) Flute(Bounty Hunter) Languages: Common, Nimhi, Sintali. Feats: Skilled: Gain proficiency in Carpentry, Investigation, and Survival. Features: Race Lucky: Roll a 1 on an attack/ability/save roll, re-roll once. Brave: Advantage of saves vs being frightened. Halfling Nimbleness: Can move through spaces of creatures larger than me. Silent Speech- 30' telepathy with creatures that share a language. Class Unarmored Defense: AC= 10+dex+wis mods. Martial Arts: Dex for attack math. Bonus actions to hit people. Background: Ear to the ground: Have contacts in the criminal underground in any city I visit. Personality Traits: I find actions speak louder than words, but I'll always give someone a chance to talk. If you injure a clan member, nothing in this world will stop me from finding you. Ideal: The Shava have little left of our culture, we must seize all of it that we can. Bond: The raft can always be fixed, but crew lives are irreplaceable. Flaw: I've spent too long away from the clan, I'm easily tempted by the finer things on land. Equipment: Traveller's Clothes (Bounty Hunter) First set of rolls was completely medioce, I got discord approval for a mulligan: 11, Re-statting: 14, 10, 13, 11, 18, 17, Assigned Str: 10 Dex: 18 +2 racial Con: 13 Int: 14 Wis: 17 + 1 racial Cha 11 Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 09:14 on May 12, 2018 |
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