[Characters] Characters and Player Wishes

[Fillyjonk]

Welcome Cast! Hi, friends. Here is the spot for your characters. At the bottom of this post, you will find a box called queries. If I have a query for your character, please add the information when you make your character post, and if you want to keep it to yourself, secret tag it just to me. Which means: Yes, some characters do have secrets from the other players, so be curious about each other; there are some fun things to unfold! Also please make a STAT BLOCK and an Action Block for your characters. Your stat block should contain: Your name (Linked to your character sheet on DND beyond), class, level, HP, AC Your passive perception, passive investigation, passive insight Your spell slots, with current counters. Spell save DC and spell attack bonus if applicable. Your modifiers for saving throws. Any special abilities you have, including a counter for those that need one. Your Action BlockCombat with 6 players is a lot! You can REALLY help me if you all use the same action block, below, so all the info is in the same order for every player. Just steal the code.   ROLLS (this can be roll results if you are using the dice forum): Saving throws (this can be saving throw results if using the dice forum): Move: Action: Bonus Action: Reaction: Conditions: (note here when stunned, poisoned, etc) Concentrating: OOC info: Please use proper spell names and ability names in the block. Don't say "HIS HEAD ASPLODE" say "Cast Mind Sliver," for example. Save the fun and flavor for the post. This block is here PURELY to help me understand what you do in combat. I have ADHD. Make it EASY on me! You only need to fill the whole thing out in combat, but I LOVE IT when players tell me stuff here OUT of combat such as where the characters move and what their action is. Doing this is an easy way to become a better player--- Ask yourself, if you had to distill your post to a single action, what would it be? If it is "Think about destiny," or "Make a Fart Joke," GREAT, do that, but consider also opening a door, rolling perception or insight, lying to/questioning an NPC, peeking out a window, etc. Think of it this way--You act,The DM the world responds. If you do nothing that requires a response from the world, your section will be very short.

Cast Questions NUKKY: Has he spent any time in towns or cities or have his interactions with humanoids been limited to travelers through his forest? I want to get a sense of how WILD/Innocent he is before we start. HLIN: Can the diplomat be the Great great great great etc who even knows granddaughter to make it more plausible that WHAT THE SHOE DOES is lost to time? Laisren:Can we place his town on the far eastern edge of the fey-addled swamps that infest the southern part of the kingdom to make his backstory make sense in the world where this is set? You guys would be kinda isolated from the rest of Kivalia, and this is your town's destiny and mission. Does this work for you? A-Ru: What is the life span of his kind, and how old is he? Lacey: The big city where the king lives is Vallos. It is coastal and works with your back story. Okay by you? Baly: How old is he?

[Wynamoinen]

Application Image from 'Irish Farmers,' a book of shirtless... well, obviously Name: Said "LASS-rain"Laisren Gilgan, he/him Character sheet. Race: Human (with a twist! Built via Tasha custom lineage) Class: Barbarian (Path of the Beast) Alignment: Too farm-bred to put a lot of stock in the Lord's Law. Too corn-pone to do anything too naughty.Neutral Good The question you want to ask the Banshee: "Are Fainweyn and the town doomed with me, or are they doomed without me?" The "shiny" gift you have for the Banshee and its backstory: "If you set aside the cow, this is the most valuable thing I own. Fainweyn gave it to me. Of course." Rolls up the sleeve of his flimsy peasant's tunic, exposing a golden armband over his left bicep. "This. He says it makes me look 'mighty'" Laisren blushes. "Which is stupid. I think it's an excuse for me to take my shirt off. But. Well. It IS an excuse to take my shirt off. I don't want to give it up. But it's either give this, or that sack of rye we just harvested. And that's not very shiny, yeah?"   Background (including how you got to level 3): “You want to hear about me? C'mon, we both know you don't. I'm not the important one. Really, are you sure? Ok, ok, fine. You know the story. Rich city boy. Meets poor country boy. They fall in love. Parents don’t understand. Yadda yadda. I’m the poor one, in case it’s not obvious. But there’s a twist. There’s always a twist with these rich kids. "He is the glittering hero. Fainweyn, I mean. Son of the Chieftan. Long raven hair. Grey-blue eyes. Broad shoulders.... Oh! Sorry, drifted off there. Always buttoned-up. Always wears... oh, y'know, those poofy neck-tie thingys? You know! Anyways. He's perfect. Don't ask what he sees in me, I'm a mess. But. Well, he sees something. That must make me something? We met, we talked, we laughed. We... spent the night." Laisren blushes. "Lots of nights. But you got to understand: he's REALLY the hero here. Hero-hero, real deal. Not me, him. Every decade or so, our town under threat from the Fomorian. We fend them off, but at terrible cost. But there's a prophecy. It says: 'A new moon on the solstice will call the Fomorian back to this world for their last time. On the next full moon, the Champion and his Consort will stand. They will break the monsters, and Righ (that's our town) will be safe forevermore." "Fainweyn is the Champion. There's no doubt about that. But... well... you see..." Laisren blushes again. "Who else could the 'consort' be?" Now Laisren's expression turns dark. "The town thinks they know. They picked Roisin. She's beautiful. She's rich. She's fine, she's fine. But she's not... He doesn't love.... You get it, right?! Fainweyn's father says his consort must be proper. The Council says it's a perfect match. And she is real strong, don't get me wrong. But it's not about if she's good or bad! It's not even about if Fainweyn needs to turn me away, or pretend to be with her. It's... it's... If she's not the consort, then they'll both die, and the town will fall! If I'm the consort, then I need to be by his side at the last battle. I have to, y'know, take his hand and show myself to the town, regardless of what they might say! We've The source of some of Laisren's levels.trained together. We know how to fight side-by-side and back-to-back. I know we could do it. But if I'm not the consort, then I'll mess up his life, and everyone else's, by sticking my neck out. I don't know what to do!" "You don't get it. My family isn't well liked. We don't fit in. Everyone says we're strange. They're right. We're too beastly-mannered. Beastly. People would not accept me as even a squire of the hero. My family holds a little farmstead out at the edge of The Pale. Every child of my family, when they become a man or woman, a strange affliction visits them. This is the source of my third level / Primal PathWe grow tails! Why? I don't know. No one knows. It's a curse. Great-Great Grandpa angered a Pooka when he clear-cut the woods to make the farm? Great-grandfather swindled an Abhartach when he cheated at cards? Great Grandma, who said she danced in the Faerie Rings as a girl?" Laisren shrugs. "No one knows. But it's in my family. That's why we stay in our place. Well, until me. Maybe. Depending on what the Banshee says.... Personality: Laisren has a very unsophisticated intuitive version of right and wrong - fairness and what's just. Wrongness, unfairness, or injustice can raise him to great wild passion. He can be quite outgoing when comfortable, but is very aware of his lowly station (and unsightly curse), which can make him awkward in social situations. He is eager to please, eager to defend friends and kin and folk who stand up for 'the little person'. He is easily cowed by grandeur and wealth. He is poorly educated, and is awkward in situations that require proper etiquette. Ideal: Right and wrong is easy to see, when they press up against your nose. You just gotta pick right and do what it takes, no matter what folks say. Bond: Fainweyn will save the town. I'll do anything to make sure he succeeds, regardless of what it means to me. Flaw: My 'social betters' are better for a reason. Right? I can't compete with them. It's probably not worth trying.

Stat block   Action block Laisren's stat block (full sheet link) HP: 32/32 | Armor Class: With a very high probability in combat of also having an additional 1d8 added on.14 | Saves: Str +5 ; Dex +2; Con +4; Int -1; Wis +0; Chr +1 Senses: Passive Perception 12 (+2); Passive investigation 9 (-1); Passive Insight 10 (+0) | Move: 30' | Conditions: (None) Default melee: +6 to hit, 1d10+4 piercing (1d10+6 while Raging)The Family pichfork | Default ranged attack: +5 to hit, 1d6+3 slashing, 20/60 rangeHandaxe Expendables: . . . As a bonus action, activate Rage. +2 damage to STR-based melee attacks. Resistance to nonmagical BPS damage. Advantage on STR checks and saves. Ends if I don't either attack or take damage. Cannot cast spells.Rage 3/3 LR | Make a ranged spell attack against the target (+3, with CHA as casting stat). On a hit, the target takes 2d8 poison damage and must make a Constitution saving throw (DC 11). On a failed save, it is also poisoned until the end of your next turn. Acquired via Magic Initiate (Sorceror)Ray of Sickness 1/1 LR Passive: . . . When I enter a Rage, I can use my tail both offensively and defensively. As a reaction when hit by a creature I can see within 10', I can add 1d8 to my AC. I can also use the attack action to attack with my tail with 10' reach, +5 to hit, and 1d8+3 damage.Form of the Beast: Tail | I may make the first attack of the round with advantage. If I choose to do so, the next attack roll against me before my next turn is make with advantage.Reckless Attack Ie, my cantrips acquired through Magic Initiate (Sorceror)Tail Utility: A creature within 10' must succeed on a Constitution saving throw (DC 11) or take 1d12 poison damage.Poison Spray | Until the end of your next turn, you have resistance against bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage dealt by weapon attacks.Blade Ward ----- Turn Summary Move: Action: Reaction: Additional (bonus action, object interact, etc):

Question answers Yes, that homebase location at the edge of shady and fey-y swamps sounds dandy to me.

[Yoshimi]

A-ru Name: A-ru Race: Marda (+2 Wis, Darkvision, Polearm Master from cultural history of subsistence huntingCustom Lineage) Class: Beastmaster Survival and Animal HandlingRanger (Shillelagh and Produce FlameDruidic Warrior) Alignment: NG My Question: Where are there others of my lineage? Shiny Gift: A set of diamond-studded goldfronts, taken from the corpse of a vanquished half-orc bandit lord. Background: Long ago the mad sorcerer-king Ag Tafann created the Marda by transforming captive enemies into small, terrier-like humanoids for the amusement of his children, with the aid of a demon. In time, the Tafann Empire’s collusion with The Abyss led to its collapse, and the 200-strong population of terrier-folk dispersed to small enclaves across the land, some living among humans and others forming their own villages in the wilderness. Over the ensuing centuries most of these communities winked out, lacking the cohesion of a common culture. But the Marda of the Ceartas Enclave, who were descendants of lawful good paladins and clerics, were able to thrive in unity and cooperation, until further invasions and wars forced another diaspora. A-ru descended from a small, secretive pack of Marda that eked out their subsistence hidden in the Arch Wood, protected from intrusion by superstition about the haunted forest. But one by one his tribemates either emigrated never to return or were lost to wild beasts and disease. One day his territory was overrun in an incursion by the Asalese, a small but aggressive human civilization that claimed Netherese descent. The remainder of the enclave was slain, captured, or scattered and A-ru himself was forced into the service of a cruel baron, who kept the novel Marda close and mistreated him. During a feast night when much of the castle was intoxicated, A-ru escaped and found a life for himself as a servant and then Sailor background: Athletics and Perceptionsailor aboard ships on the Sea of Fallen Stars. During one such adventure he was given a pair of uncommon magic itemwinged boots from the treasury of a Cormyrian captain when his crew helped a stranded vessel that had come under attack by scrags. After establishing a comfortable amount of resources and a reputation, A-ru returned to a life on land. He fell in with a cabal of druids, who taught him to foster a mystic connection with nature. He helped them fight off an incursion of blights, and eventually learned to summon a primal companion to fight with him. Alongside his spiritual albino mastiff, Sneech, the Marda ranger stalked the woodlands and hills, visiting vengeance upon bullies and brutes and searching for any sign of his kin. Personality: A-ru is a lonely guy who is used to being alone, being the only known remnant of his lineage. He tends to get lost in his own thoughts, verbalize internal conversations, and talk to plants, animals, and rocks. He is drawn to social gatherings but hesitant to join them despite the many interesting stories he has to offer. It's just a bit draining to have to explain his ancestry to every new person he meets, and the inevitable goo-goo eyes and smitten half-smiles when he walks into a tavern make him want to forget that he is civilized. Trust doesn't come easy, but get a few shots of applejack into A-ru and he does talk, and without the inhibitions that characterize human decorum. Ideal: Freedom. Tyrants must not be allowed to oppress the people. (Chaotic) Bond: A proud noble once gave me a horrible beating, and I will take my revenge on any bully I encounter. Flaw:I have trouble trusting in my allies.   Red Cards: PG-13 is ok with me. D&D&I: Around the age of 8 I asked for the Boardgame "Dungeon" for Chanukah. I got the red box Basic D&D instead and couldn't make head or tail of it (but I liked rolling the dice). About 5 years later my friend told me about a cool game called D&D so I nodded knowingly and took out my set, and that turned into many years of B/X and AD&D. Took a hiatus in college then got into playing 3.5 remotely (email) with old friends. Another hiatus until the 2010's and found RPGX and 3.5 adventures, eventually got into 5e which I also play in a table game. Have played a few games in other systems too. I like to try and find places around the edges of traditional medieval fantasy to develop new ideas, within published rules. Especially on PbP where you have time to build a character. I really enjoy being in a party and having a DM where world building is collaborative.

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Name: A-Ru
Class: Beastmaster Ranger Level: 3 HP: 28 AC: 17
Attack bonus: Melee: +1, Ranged: +4
Passive Perception: 15 Passive Investigation: 9 Passive Insight: 15
Spells Known: Cantrips: Shillelagh, Produce Flame; Level 1: Speak With Animals (Primal Awareness bonus), Absorb Elements, Entangle, Longstrider
Spell Slots: Level 1: 3
Spell Save DC: 13 Spell Attack Bonus: 5
Saves: STR: 1 DEX: 4 CON: 2 INT: -1 WIS: 3 CHA: 1
Special Abilities: Favored Foe, Primal Companion (Beast of the Land)

 

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Cast Questions The Marda are descended from magically-cursed humans and share their lifespan. He began adventuring at 16 and is now 19.

[bananabadger]

Name Hlin Race Centaur Class Bard Alignment Lawful Neutral Question for the Banshee Our oracle told us that there is a creature, an adventurer, who will approach the banshee at the same time as one who comes from us. Though this adventurer is unaware, they hold either some information, ability or identity that will save our Herd from an impending doom--who is that? Shiny Gift A polished horseshoe, once worn by the great Centaur leader, Vrenacla. It is believed by many in the Willow Herd to be magical, but no one has been able to determine its nature. Background A diplomat and traveler among the centaurs, Hlin has been tasked with sorting relations between the Willow Herd and those creatures and communities around them. Personality Quiet and contemplative, Hlin is dedicated to fulfilling his missions, including this latest one. Trained by the Herd's former diplomat Melova (great, great, great, great grandmare of the great Vrenacla), he realizes he will never rise to her abilities and achievements--and that, in a sense, gives him a freedom to take risks and to sacrifice, if needed, for others in his group in order to achieve a mission. Ideal Hlin will follow his task to the end, while exploring the novelty of the world whenever possible. Bond Any creature or thing aligned in the fulfillment of Hlin's current remit deserves unwavering support. And, of course, always the Willow Herd. Flaw Hlin truly loves and believes in his Herd, but he has never fully trusted the Herd's Oracle--a skepticism that is practically heretical among his own. Requested Magic Item The Horseshoe of Vrenacla (whose powers are unknown to player until GM determines and activates/has activated during play)

OOC question That sounds good to me, the venerable diplomat is a great, great, great, great grandmare of the legendary Vrenecla.

 

Name: Hlin
Class: (Lore) Bard
Level: 3
Race: Centaur (Willow Herd)
HP: 18 AC: 13
Passive Perception: 16 Passive Investigation: 11 Passive Insight: 14
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• Cantrips: Mage Hand, Vicious Mockery
• Level 1: Cure Wounds, Silvery Barb
• Level 2: Animal Messenger, Cloud of Daggers, Cure Wounds (upcast), Hold Person, Nathair's Mischief

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• Two Level 2: {} {}

Spell Save DC: Wis 12 Spell Attack Bonus: 4
Saves: STR: +2 DEX: +4 CON: 0 INT: -1 WIS: +2 CHA: +4
Bardic Inspiration: {} {}
Attack modifier: +4 melee / +4 ranged
Weapons: Longsword, daggers and short bow
Special Abilities: Bardic Inspiration, Jack of All Trades, Song of Rest, Cutting Words, Charge, Hooves, Equine Build

 

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[BestTeaMaker]

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Application Nukky Kobold Circle of Wildfire Druid (3) Background Nukky was born of a family of forest kobolds, who were part of a larger forest collective in charge of the keepsake of the forest around them. It was a simple time for Nukky, growing up in the peace of the woods with a variety of creatures. One day, a great fire ravaged the forest, along which Nukky's family was a victim of. However, having grown up a forest warden, Nukky had accepted the death of his family as part of the cycle of life in the forest. Fires themselves were part of the natural order of things, and worked to breath new life from its ashes. The young kobold took to this mantra well, communing with the spirits of nature to come to this understanding. With a burnt wooden staff inflected with smoldering lines of fire, Nukky took to the woods as a caretaker. One evening, Nukky began to hear rumors from vising travelers of a rumor for the ability to speak with the dead when presenting a gift. While Nukky was not devastated by it, he realized he did miss his family. Deep down, he feels like he needed to speak with his family, and let them know he was doing ok. He held one more memento of the Great Fire, a glowing fiery rock. He knew this would make a good present, yes. Appearance/Personality This red-scaled kobold is rather cheerful and positive. And yet, beneath his seemingly naïve visage, Nukky would be considered wise in terms of understanding the meanings of life and death. He is a curious sort, always searching around the forest for new wondrous acts of nature. He don's a simple tunic and set of leather armor to protect himself, and wields a staff of burnt wood and smoldering ash he calls Firestick as his druidic focus. Info Age: 8 Ideals: Death is part of life, yes yes Background: Hermit Bonds: Friendly animals of the woods are nice friends to Nukky Alignment: CG Flaws: Why would people lie to Nukky? Size: Small Physical: 3'1", 90 lbs Gift: Hot Shiny Rock Question: "Did Nukky do a good job protecting forest? Nukky misses you all." Character Nukky   Character Class HP AC Wildfire Druid 3 27/27 15 Senses P.Per P.Inv P.Ins Other 16 11 14 Darkvision (60ft.) Spell Slots 1st Level O O O O 2nd Level O O Spell Mod Save DC +4 14 Saving Throws STR DEX CON INT WIS CHA +0 +2 +3 +3 +6 +1   Rolls - Saving Throws - Move - Action - Bonus Action - Reaction - Free Action - Conditions - Concentrating - OOC - Notes Wanted to create a semi-innocent Kobold character when I learned about Wildfire Druids. I feel that the interplay of the extremely varied ages that Kobolds live with fit well with the description of this particular set of Druids. Making him young and inquisitive to give a different outlook on what death is. The idea is also that in fighting the Great Fire in his past is what led Nukky to grow as a Druid and to become part of the Circle of Wildfire, to the point that the staff Nukky used to use is now burnt and molten as Firestick. For this, I wanted to make sure if it was ok to use the MPMM version of Kobolds with Draconic Legacy/Draconic Roar instead of Pack Tactics/Grovel. As a player, I want to have fun roleplaying as an interesting version of a basic druid/healer role with a character that would have a normally different outlook. I like to challenge my creativity in making compelling characters that also serve as a boon to the party. For my Magic Item, I would like to request a Bag of Holding since Nukky is the type of person who loads up on Goodberries and stores things he finds while walking through the woods. Nukky as a character is a strange paradox of naive and wise. He understands death as part of life, where things end. And I'd like to think this comes from an innate Kobold idea about how life is fleeting, since they tend to mature very young and die in a myriad of ways. But at the same time, he doesn't really understand the concept of mourning and why people do it. The only thing he has is this space in his mind where he does miss his family, but doesn't quite understand what that familial love manifests as, and what happens when it's gone. This results in a strangely innocent-like child who is pretty resistant to trauma, but has a detached demeanor when it comes to dealing with other people. This also ties into his own job as a forester, where he's been mostly living on his own since his commune was destroyed in the great forest fire. Nukky does understand the idea of towns and communities since he grew up in one for more than half his life at least, but is just as fine on his own and only really contacting the odd traveler every now and then.

[Drachenspirit]

Baly-Ho! Name: Balyarus Farfate "Baly" (Pronounced: Bal(like pal) - ee) Race: Moon Elf Class: Rogue - Phantom Archtype Alignment: CG The question you want to ask the Banshee: Will I live to see my dream of a Thief's empire that I rule realized? The "shiny" gift you have for the Banshee and its backstory: Silver loop earring he has had all his life. Background (including how you got to level 3): Baly really loves two things, besides himself of course, and those are wealth (to buy nicer things), and a good fight. He loves a good fight, especially those he can win and doesn't get hurt or wounded, but even those can be fun. He doesn't say much if he doesn't know you, but if he does, you'll hear his opinion and usually with some friendly barbs and comments thrown in. He doesn't like to talk about his early years much, as he was parted from his family for reasons he won't disclose. But it was around that time that he made a deal with a fickle Deity - The Raven Queen. Praying to her, he gained the "Phantom" abilities he still possesses of recalling skills of those he's slain, as well as the ability to have another "feel" the wounds he causes a foe during a sneak attack. He then began the life of a wanderer, getting by on his skills as a pick pocket and budding smuggler, loving life while still reluctantly praying to The Raven Queen so as to keep the "dark skills" in his possession. He tells no one of his fear that he will die at the hands of another like him and never realize his dream of ruling over a Thief's paradise. Somehow, he believes the Banshee Bride must know the answer, though he hopes it isn't an adventure into death at the hands of The Raven Queen. That B*tch. Personality: The best way to get Baly to do something is to tell him he can't do it. Ideal: He doesn't steal from others in the trade as he's loyal to friends, not ideals. Everyone else can take a long walk off a short pier or very high cliff. Bond: He has aspirations to become the greatest thief over the greatest thieving empire the realm has ever heard of. Flaw: If there's a plan, he'll most likely forget it, and if he does remember it, he'll find flaws in it and do his own thing. Red Cards: None D&D Bio in Brief: I love surprises and randomness in a game along with the Freedom to RP with other creative minds and storytellers. Rogues are my favorite Class to play, and I've been drooling over gearing up a Phantom Rogue every since Tasha's came out. The freedom to RP a character as written and imagined by me within a storyline of myth and magic is very fulfilling to me in the collaborative setting such as this. I will endeavor to make any game I am in a better one through character words, actions, and deeds.   BALY ACTIONS & STATS Balyarus Farfate<------ Character Sheet ROLLS : Saving throws: Move: Action: Bonus Action: Reaction: Conditions: Concentrating: OOC info: AC: 16 || HP: 21/21 || Saves: St +0, Dx+6, Cn+2, In+5, Ws+2, Ch+3 Left Hand: - || Right Hand: Rapier || Back: Pack, Short Bow, Quiver || Belt: Rapier +5, Short sword +5, Dagger +5, Longbow +5, Pouch Longbow: +5 to hit, 1d8+3 dmg || Rapier: +5 to hit, 1d8+3 dmg || Shortsword: +5, 1d6+3dmg || Dagger: +5, 1d4+3 dmg Skills: Stealth +7 || Investigation +6 || Acrobatics, Sleight of Hand, Thieves' Tools +5 || Deception, Intimidation +4 || Perception +3 || Arcana, History, Nature, Performance Persuasion +2 || Animal Handling, Insight, Medicine, Survival +1 || Athletics -1 Special Abilities: Bonus action of Dash, Disengage, or HideCunning Action 60’Darkvision One skill or tool prof extra a day after short or long restWhispers of the Dead After successful sneak attack, apply to any other target within 30' of one hit, Roll half # of sneak attack dice and target takes necrotic dmg as wails surround them Wails from the Grave have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put to sleep.Fey Ancestry Elves don’t need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is “trance.”) While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years o f practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours o f sleep.Trance +1d6 to attack if ADV. If another enemy of target is 5' of it, no ADV neededSneak Attack Spells: Cantrip: Chill Touch Spell Save DC: 12 | Spell Attack Bonus: +3

[Gatarojas]

Laceflower's Tale Name: Laceflower Undercliff ("call me Lacey") Race: Halfling Class: Druid 2 / Rogue 1 Alignment: Neutral Age: 25 Question for the Banshee: How can I atone for causing the death of my Druid mentor? Shiny gift : The beautiful chrysoberyl gemstone that caused my mentor's death Personality: loyal, hardworking,versatile, stubborn, and proud Ideal: I don't steal from the poor. Well, strictly speaking I shouldn't be stealing from anyone any more but sometimes I still do Bond: I never want to be the cause of anyone's death again. Unless they deserve it, of course. Flaw: Did I mention stubborn? Stats & Actions   Laceflower Undercliff Character Class HP AC Druid 2, Rogue 1 18/18 13 Senses P.Per P.Inv P.Ins Other 14 14 12 Natural recovery (long rest) O Spell Slots 1st Level O O O 2nd Level n/a Spell Mod Save DC +2 12 Saving Throws STR DEX CON INT WIS CHA -1 +2 +0 +2 +2 +2   Rolls - Saving Throws - Move - Action - Ice Knife, 60ft, Hit DC +4, Damage 1d10, 5ft S/M Bonus Action - Two-weapon fighting Reaction - Opportunity attack Free Action - Sneak attack (1d6) Conditions - Concentrating - OOC - Lacey's Backstory Lacey ran away from her comfortable home at 15 and fell in with thieves. She met a druid who suggested a new path & started training with him. She inadvertently got him killed. Been on the run from the thieves guild ever since. Full story below (not really a spoiler, just wrapped to reduce the page size. Young Lacey would talk a person's ear off once she gets going).   I left my (somewhat) wealthy merchant papa's home when I was young, barely 15. My sisters were silly, vain things who shaved their feet, painted their toenails and cared only for fashion, weddings, gossip and suchlike. I couldn't stand that. I wanted MORE. I wanted ADVENTURE. So I slipped away one night (left a note for my mama, I'm not cruel!) from our country town to seek my fortune in the glittering city. But being in the city was not wonderful. It was muddy, noisy, busy and crowded. Nearly overwhelming. My gold didn't last long. Tried to find work but had no real skills. Couldn't even get hired on to muck out stables and me so good with horses! After a few days of living in the world's cheapest tavern, what little I had left was lost to a pickpocket on the street. I felt his hand reaching for my purse and almost grabbed him, but he scampered away. Now, I may be a mite chubby, but I'm *fast* and agile. But he knew his way around and I lost him after a long and twisty-turny chase in -- what looked to me like -- a blind alley. It was too much. I was hungry, lost and now totally destitute. I am not ashamed to say that I wept. Then I heard a voice. 'Oy,' says the voice. 'Ye needn't blubber. Them fine clothes, that handsome purse - yer folks will see ye right.' I could have spit - the little rat-faced pickpocket flung my empty purse back at me. 'Not likely!' says I, catching it before it hit me in the face. 'I'm skint and they're leagues and leagues away, and I'm here to seek my fortune'. And at that, my tears turned to bitter laughs. He eyed me appraisingly. 'Well, lass, ye're quick. Ye nearly caught me. I knows a feller who'll hire ye on, as a runner, like.' He opened a door that was near-invisible unless you knew it was there, and led me down a dark path. And that's how I became a thief. But how I became a Druid ... well. I took to burglary like a squirrel to tree-running. It was gratifying to know I was capable and useful. I enjoyed the sneaky crafty-ness of it and, if I may say so myself, got good at it quite quickly. And the rich folk had so much that it didn't bother me, nee one iota, to relieve them of some of their - um - "excess". But then the Guild saw how easy I got on with horses and dogs & suchlike. It's always been so, even the meanest dogs barely growl in my direction and donkeys (love a donkey, me!) flat out adore me. So, they changed my jobs. Instead of easy-peasy-burgling rich men's homes, they started sending me out to the countryside to steal guard dogs. It bothered me a bit, taking working dogs from poor to middling farmers, but I figured they could get others easy enough. Then late one night, I was leading a guard dog quietly out a gate when this old, wiry fella with a long beard jumps up from nowheres and says, "Stop right there, missy." Says I, "Who're you to tell me what to do, grand-dad?" And instead of answering, he lets loose with some sort of lightning bolt that set my skin a-shivering and the dog yelps like he'd been scalded and gallops off, howling. Well, that made me mad so I jumped the old guy and tried to thwack him with my cudgel. He grabs hold of some pretty jewel hanging on a chain around his neck and mumbles some words. The next thing I know I'm flat on my back in the mud, looking up at stars. The dog is long gone, but the old guy is still there, sitting nearby and staring at me. I said, "What's up, grand-dad?" He says, "Don't you know what was going to happen to that dog, child?" I says, resentful and proud, "Who're you calling a child?" but he just kept staring at me. So I broke (because I had had some suspicions anyway) and said "No. What about the dog?" "Pit-fights. You should be ashamed." And with that he walked off, leaving me muddy and thinking about that pretty jewel he'd used to knock me down and trying NOT to think about that nice family dog being mauled to death in those awful pit-fights. I was still mad about the being-knocked-down bit and when one of my Guild friends asked why I'd come back empty-handed & about the bruises I told him about the jewel. But I turned down most farm jobs after that, but then I got one to steal a ram stud & I figured that was safe enough for the animal. I mean, they were just going to let him carry on doing what rams like doing anyway. I didn't expect to see the old man again, but there he was, and he fell in with me as I was walking the sheep to the rendezvous point for the wagon. I says to him, "What's up, grand-dad?" And he says, "Haven't you ever wondered how you tame animals so easily?" And what he said after that was interesting. Apparently I had some affinity to nature and he could teach me more. We met up a lot after that. I spent less and less time thieving and more and more time in the forest with him, learning spells and lore. I was well on my way to becoming a real Druid. But your past has a way of catching up. My so-called friend from the Guild followed me one night and watched us. After a long and tiring session, my mentor fell asleep by the fire. The Guild man crept in, and before I could stop him had slit my mentor's throat and snatched the jewel. Beside myself with grief, I buried him in the forest. Then I went back to the city, stole the jewel back. I ran. Have been running from the Guild ever since. Cast Questions Lacey: The big city where the king lives is Vallos. It is coastal and works with your back story. Okay by you? I've always wanted to see the ocean. And to go to Vallos, too? Yes! Lacey's Wish Lacey would be thrilled right down to her curly-haired little toe to see a real dragon in flight. And maybe get close enough to talk to one?

[Fillyjonk]

Wish Introducing player wishes, stolen conceptually and with X-treme near word-for-word plagiarism from lostcheerio's RIME game where I am a player. As we get rolling, you can use this thread to communicate with me, OOC, about what you're wishing for in this game. It could be a character arc you want to pursue, an item you wish you had, a skill, or anything else. There are no guarantees that your wishes will come true---especially in a one shot where I have limited room and time to maneuver---but knowing what you'd like to pursue will help me create a game that leans into your interests and hopes. Here's how to wish: 1. Create a post in this thread, and put your wishes in the post, choosing a level of privacy: In normal text, for all to read, if you want to share In a Spoilerbutton so people can decide if they want to know. In secret text that is inside a spoilerbutton just for me, for maximum privacy You may have some wishes (like items you hope to find, places you'd like to go, etc) that you want to share with the whole team, and you may have some (character growth and goals, worries, things you want to avoid) that you want to keep private. You can do both in the same post. 2. Update that post when your wishes change or come true. If you want to send me a PM to make sure I see it, do! I will check it periodically, but let me know if there's something I should see. I don't want to lose track of anything that's important to you. You may have no wishes at all, and this is a short arc, so that's fine, but in my SALTMARSH game, it's working really well.

[bananabadger]

 

[BestTeaMaker]

Nukky's Wish

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[Yoshimi]

I wish we could find magic to restore Sybil to slightly alive.