[D&D-5e] To The Quarry

[Dakkon]

Game Name To The Quarry

Game System DnD 5e

Theme Treasure hunting, resource gathering, investigating mysteries, sandbox.

Flavour Fame and fortune hunting in the Forgotten Realms.

Plot Summary The Sembia of today is not the same nation it was a century ago, much has changed. Rulers uncounted, killed in the shadows of their halls, inept puppets put in power by those forged of darkness itself. Although they suffered over a century of subjugation at the hands of the returned Netherese Empire, with only the cities of Urmlaspyr and Daerlun maintaining their independence, with the tides of change they once again became a wealthy, independent collection of city-states following the second collapse of the imperial magocracy in 1487 DR. Faerun itself has changed greatly over the last hundred years, seeing the fall of Gods, the rise of Devils, the destruction wrought by Demons, and the salvation brought by Angels. But with all the chaos and destruction and change, there was renewal in the air. And with renewal, opportunity. And where there was opportunity, there were those with adventurous souls, seeking a future forged with hopes and dreams. The year is 1498, the Year of the Black Regalia. And throughout the various taverns of Sembia, rumors spread of a prophet's vision of wealth and opportunity in the north, somewhere along the River Ashaha. A rumor mostly ignored, or mocked, but a few, hungry for a chance at a better life, see hope in those tales. Many disregard the prophecy, but for the lucky few… It's been a long A long time coming But I know a change gonna come Oh, yes it will To the north of the ruins of Ordulin, in the middle of the night, the skies erupted with massive balls of fire, illuminating the lands of Sembia for miles upon miles around. Tales of monsters from the ruins of the old city roaming the lands reach the tongues of every soldier, bard, innkeeper, and all who frequent the nations taverns. Word had even reached those in charge of governing the large trade city of Yhaunn. Word reached the streets of a request for adventurers and investigators to find the truth behind all the various rumors that had been spreading across the nation over the last year. A representitive of the Sembian government was recruiting agents in Yhaunn, with the promise of great reward for any who can find the truth. Truth behind the rumors of monsters from the ruins. The truth behind the mysterious balls of fire high above the plains of northern Sembia. And the truth behind the mysterious prophet spreading propaganda about a mysterious treasure to be found. Who will answer the call? Now that introductions have been made, welcome To The Quarry. This game will take place in the Forgotten Realms setting. Be you a noble adventurer seeking the thrill of the new horizon, or a poor man seeking a better life, this game has much to offer you. To The Quarry is an episodic game, with a simple 1 post a week requirement (that may see extra activity from its player's are very active during any said week) that will see a group('s?) of players working together (or against each other!) to not only find the location of the rumored prophecy, the mysteries of the fires in the sky, or the truth behind the monsters coming from the ruins of Ordulin. As people who have experienced the gifts, or punishments of life, you will start off at level 3. All official material, including UA will be allowed. You will start off with all of the bells and whistles your background has to offer, along with what your class has to offer. But as an added incentive to your application, if you are seeking something extra, (money, special heirloom, a pet. Gods… Even a wheelbarrow!) Make a good case within your biography, and it will be considered! Your application should include the usual, Name, race, background, class, appearance description (details matter!) The biography itself may very well influence your character's story down the line! While completely optional, add in some ideals and flaws and such if you wish. All official methods of gaining your stats for your sheet are allowed, but for the oh so fun rolling method, you will have to wait until your potential acceptance, and to gain access to the boards. To The Quarry already hosts a group of Five Adventurers, this new group will take place in the same nation, same timeline, and may very well have future indirect, or perhaps even direct interactions. Coming October 2022! Applications will be accepted until October 15, with an immediate launch. Special thanks to Forgotten Realms wiki for some information they have provided along with Sembia's crest. Lyrics by Sam Cooke.

Current Applications Players Character Class Status Onward Dia of Clan Skytree Cleric Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Azure Nokori Jarindar "Caligro" Ormantel Artificer Reviewed. DraconigenaArma Gauntaunthas Orel Marsk Wizard Reviewed. Lookie Louis Hiersch Barbarian Reviewed. Treble83 Dagonet Bard Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Elanir Oeric Klay Rogue Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Khamluc Debrah UnderRoot Monk/Cleric Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Saratek Braun of the Howling Ghost Tribe Barbarian Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. DiceGoblin Ardi Ranger Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Irish Katt Tak'Cha At'Hlak'Ta Rogue Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Silent Rain Torrim Cragfoot Barbarian Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Starflier Coralynn Honeyleaf Ranger Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. mystwatch Adrasteion Monk Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline.

Older applications for the first group Players Character Class Status Grouchy Kostasius Paladin Reviewed. tomplum Strokkrim Draketoe Druid Reviewed. Accepted. Solitaire64 Figurd Sorcerer Reviewed. Runehead Lorian Largesse Fighter Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. UARTman Tobias Rogue Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Ildrahil Mavros Riasson Warlock Reviewed. Accepted. Dylan Scott Sovana Ranger Reviewed. Accepted. Unforgiven Thrakk Soulslayer Rogue Reviewed. Accepted. ericg1s Opel of the Third Turn. Rogue Reviewed. Fairborn Sierenthalnamus (Sieren) Jelleneth Ranger Reviewed. Character sheet to be reviewed near deadline. Greyling Declan Varis Fighter/Rogue Reviewed. Tolmie Fana Netyoive Wizard Reviewed. NonCausalFact Thea Wizard Reviewed. Accepted.

[Elanir]

I have only recently come to know Dakkon and am only in one game with them, but the quality of their roleplaying is simply staggering. I can only imagine how great a DM they are going to be. Had I not stretched myself to the limits (as I am known to do), I would have been eager to join as well.

For anyone loving DnD 5e and the Forgotten Realms this definitely is the game to apply! You won’t be regretting it any time soon.

[KhamLuc]

Character Concept Name: Debrah UnderRoot Race: Tabaxi Class: Monk 1 Cleric 2 (Arcane Domaine) Alignment: Neutral Good Background: Outlander (Exile/Outcast Wanderer) Traits: I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups. I have a lesson for every situation, drawn from observing nature. Ideal: It is each person’s responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole tribe Bond: I suffer awful visions of a coming disaster and will do anything to prevent it. Flaw: I remember every insult I’ve received and nurse a silent resentment toward anyone who’s ever wronged me. Brief History:Backstory: Debrah days of birth was a date rely to solstice and seem to have influenced all her life. Each solstice, their house is been scavenge by unknowns beast Coming mysteriously from inside the house. Haunting the room of the poor Deborah that wake in the blood to the arms and wound to the head. After the “exorciser” desperately finishes to understand that the problem is not the house or even any entities possibility possessing her, but in the head of Debrah. The pseudo “haunting” case was transferred to the druid of the village who tries to show her how to live with her inner demons and help her teaching some natural remedies to relax the body, spirit, and soul. These proximities with natural drugs puts all parts of her inner self like an open door for hallucinations of any kind, even when she’s not under the influence of anything. Now she uses her concoction only in a delicate or desperate situation...cause she fears to be susceptible to fall back with her old inner deamon. RP Sample: Debrah takes place in the garden dojo she stops right in front of the Middle, where only Master can stand. She takes her usual positions and with her first form movement, she's permitted to tell her first request of the session. "Master WooWoo, Tell me when THEY're gonna stop taunting me ?"... She interrupts herself and muffled some whisper toward her back over her shoulder" I'm not talking about you. Don't worry, you are my only friend" She then looks forward and continues her form in front of the Sensei. "Wwooo , GrandWind always whisper that they grew old... WwooooWwooo ... And everyone will be blown away their separated wayzzz..." "I'm not talking about the neighbor's kid ... I'm talking about the spirit in my head !?!" "Wwoo, I know... I was talking about both side of your world" Debrah closes her eye and continues her Kata trying to kept concentrate and relax. She suddenly hesitates then angry She opens her eye "...And what they are gonna do with me... Can they just End this Soon ?" "WwoooWwooo Can't tell you that... Nature is very Mysterious and becomes very chaotic when WooWoo tries to interfere with your destiny ... you got to have Wwoo Wwooo... Faith to WooWoo" Her session of personal kata was interrupt by her mother Katinnah "Debrah Darling... I search for you everywhere ... I wouldn't believe that you could be here ... you don't have the permission... But I understand that you need some moment of solitude... when you finish come see me, I need your help for some burden with GrandMa" Debrah stays stoic until the Departure of her mother. She then salutes politely her "invisible Master" "Wwoo come back whenever you want, WooWoo always there for WwooWooo enlightenment moment" Roleplay Sample: Link to some old RP Deborah Wollean Wollean too

[Grouchy]

Character Concept Name: Kostasius Race: Centaur Class: Paladin of Skerrit 3 (Oath of the Ancients) Alignment: Neutral Good Background: Outlander Traits: I judge people by their actions, not their words. Thinking is for other people - I prefer action. Ideal: Nature. The natural world is more important than all the constructs of civilization. (Neutral) Bond: I would die to recover an ancient artifact of my faith that was lost long ago. Flaw: I can be overly proud and a bit short tempered. Brief History: Deep in the eastern wilds past thick forests and majestic mountains lie the steppes where Kostasius and his fellow centaurs lived as traveling nomads. They raised sheep and goats and spent their lives living in tents, traveling from one lush spot to another. It was a insulated and hard life, but Kostasius loved it and had an idyllic childhood. According to the tribal elders, every century one of their own was chosen to be the champion of Skerrit, the hand of the Forest Walker. The ceremony was performed, and the Lord of the Herds chose Kostasius to be his champion. The elders trained Kostasius according to the traditions of the tomes, and held a grand festival for him before Kostasius was sent off on his own. As amazing as it is being hand selected by Skerrit to be his champion, Kostasius has admittedly been wondering what exactly he is supposed to be doing. He is not the brightest fellow, and the cryptic speech of Skerrit regarding his path means he isn't understanding his mission either. He has stopped a group of bandits preying upon a peaceful community and convinced a lumber company to cease cutting near a series of fairy mounds to prevent violence. Worthy feats indeed, but hardly the stuff of legends. That is, until he heard the prophecies that have called the other adventurers. A prophecy of riches would not normally entice a centaur like Kostasius, but one of the visions mentioned by the prophet immediately caught his attention. He is not sure if it was actually said in the prophecy itself, or added by another, but there was a mention of an emerald green spear with silver trim and a majestic glowing silver head, adorned with oak trees and acorns. According to the legends among the Forest Walker faithful, this is the mythical Spear of Skerrit, thought lost long ago and last recorded being seen almost two hundred years ago. To recover such an item would be a tremendous act of glory, both for Kostasius himself and for Skerrit. Kostasius now sees this as his calling in life - to see if the rumors are true and, if so, to recover the long lost Spear of Skerrit.

[Runetide]

Interesting@

[tomplum]

Strokkrim Draketoe Name: Strokkrim Draketoe Race: Hill Dwarf Class: Druid (Circle of the Stars) Alignment: Lawful Neutral Background: Hermit Personality Traits: I often get lost in my own thoughts and contemplation, becoming oblivious to my surroundings. Ideal: Emotions must not cloud our sense of what is right and true, or our logical thinking. Bond: My isolation gave me great insight into a great danger that only I can prevent. Flaw: I like keeping secrets and won't share them with anyone. Back Story: The fall of the reborn Netharese Empire and the emergence of Sembia as an independent nation of loosely aligned city states left a chaotic countryside where outcomes are far from certain. Places such as this can become flash points for conflict between a growing civilization and a natural order that had grown accustomed to certain boundaries. So it was that the Emerald Enclave called upon Strokkim to monitor the situation. He had been in the area, studying an ancient site of arranged stones. A menhir was surrounded by other specifically carved stones with holes in them. Over the years, he had deduced that the stones were ordered in association with the stars as opposed to the sun and that light from the stars could occasionally illuminate through the holes in the circle of stones around the menhir. There were also days of the year when the menhir would block a certain star's light. It was a great mystery and Strokkim had spent decade upon decade studying the ruin. He was getting so close to unraveling the mystery when a message arrived from the Enclave. He hadn't heard from his organization in almost a century and was surprised to have been tapped now, when he was so close to making a discovery. Word of a prophet had arisen, spinning a tale of wealth and opportunity along the River Ashaha. The region was balanced on the edge of a knife and the Enclave wished to know if this prophet's story was truth or farse. With a heavy heart and devastated attitude, Strokkim set off for civilization to search out the yarns of this prophet and investigate his visions.

[Solitaire64]

Application Name: Figurd Race: Verdan Class: Sorcerer (Aberrant Mind) Background: Entertainer Description:   The young, hairless sorcerer is a cheerful soul, his bright, cherubic smile the most lasting impression he usually leaves with people. The first impressions from a distance are his smooth, dark green skin, a half- dozen sharp protrusions from his skull resembling plant thorns, and feline-like ears, easily distinguishing him from gnomes and halflings. Closer up his amber irises are very memorable, as is his surprisingly deep voice, leading some friends (in combination with his skin) to teasingly call him “froggy.” With his lute slung over his backpack and his quarterstaff slung over a shoulder, he can be seen whistling jaunty tunes as he travels in and out of cities. His scars only show to those with the magic or other talents to see his psyche, as the touch of Chaos means his body heals all minor wounds easily. Personality:   You would think a descendent of deep dwelling goblinoids would display a darker face to the people of the surface, but the young man seems satisfied to channel his demons into the two great passions of his life; entertaining people and mastering his psionic powers. Born in a world of sunshine instead of the Underdark, the youngest child of the family doesn’t deny the darkness within so much as he masters it with the force of his personality, rather than a strong will. He chooses to be hopeful, friendly, and entertaining. He longs to be a popular bard, but he understands and avoids the consequences of using his talents to bend wills rather than open hearts. Most of his relationships are fairly shallow, which is the norm for a wandering entertainer. But in the presence of those he associates with the tyrants of the Deep Underdark, or other amoral predators, he is a very different person. A pitiless enemy, with almost reptilian ruthlessness, at such times he seems to have a completely different personality. In the parts of his mind where logic matters least, he fears he is, deep down, a monster. As far as he knows, no other verdan displays the traits of what scholars call an ‘aberrant mind’ sorcerer. In the presence of hostile mental attacks or efforts to terrorize people, he doesn’t lose his temper so much as lose empathy for anyone or thing his mind labels as a predator. He is not troubled by his actions after such encounters; he is troubled that he doesn't lose sleep over his killings. It is almost as if those events are something he read in a book long ago. Biography:   The sorcerer is a second generation verdan, his parents having been hobgoblins before The Change. The first generation fled to the surface, rejected by their goblinoid kin. Figurd’s mother was pregnant when the magic of Chaos touched her. The youngest sibling and the first born on the surface, the shadow of fear that had clung to her disappeared when the midwife presented the squalling, healthy boy to her mother. The strange though gentle telepathic gifts of the verdan helped them find peaceful niches on the surface world of Faerun and Figurd seemed to thrive. A curious child, he had to be rescued from danger more than once as he was incautious on who he befriended. A generous lord arranged tutoring for him, for which he and his family was grateful. But though he did well in his studies, he dreamed of being a bard, regardless of the scoldings and punishments he received to keep his head out of the clouds. A few days after his fifteenth birthday would be bandits attacked the family’s isolated farm. The fight was going poorly when the backdoor was broken down…and one attacker dropped dead, his face contorted in fear, while the other fled screaming from the teenager who hadn’t even been armed. For the first time, his family felt fear of him, rather than for him, but he buried his distress behind a pleasant smile. He didn’t emphasize his desire to be an entertainer anymore though; instead he sought knowledge to explain what he was, and how to keep people around him safe from the monster inside him. But though his magical talents grew stronger, the nature of his inner shadow (as he thought of his psionic attack abilities) stayed a mystery. Consultations with sages and mystics, shamans and wizards, and any of the many libraries didn’t help. In truth, he knew himself to be a poor student, not due to a lack of interest but a lack of aptitude. So eventually, he relaxed his self-imposed isolation and tried to enjoy life. Though he visits his family periodically, he spends most of his time wandering Faerun using his meager talents as a would-be bard to make a living...and occasionally to take on a 'mission' or go on an 'adventure' (which is usually glorified tomb robbing, but a verdan has to eat, after all). He avoids jurisdictions where the tyrannical nature of those in power might tempt him to use his darker gifts. What he would really like is to find a good bard he can apprentice himself to.

[Runetide]

Interested! I wanted to ask since we're starting at level 3. Are we doing standard array, or point buy, or rolling for attributes? I don't need to roll anything now I understand, but I'd like to know for future planning.

Character App Name:Lorian Largesse Race:Loxodon Class: Fighter (Eldritch Knight) Background: Far Traveler Description: Lorian is a particularly dark-skinned loxodon with lighter colored striping that's pretty subtle unless you know to look for it. His tusks are thick and sturdy, and everything about this man cries out 'big'. His voice is a surprisingly smooth basso, and though he doesn't seem all that memorable standing next to other loxodon, he is pretty stand out in a crowd of the usual people. He's easily 7 foot, 10 inches tall, and weights somewhere around 400 pounds. Not that he moves sluggishly, mind you. Lorian is followed by his faithful familiar Lothric, a larger than average raven who tends to perch on the big loxodon's head and provide snippy quips at his master's expense when Lorian takes too long to talk. Personality:Lorian is a fairly quiet individual, but the adage of 'still waters run deep' is quite true for him. Someone who enjoyed learning magic, he also found his physical form to be quite advantageous as well and has honed both as best he could. He's the kind of guy who tries to find the best in the situation. Like many loxodon, once he's decided to trust someone, he will trust them until the end of the line, wherever that ends up being. History:Lorian is a traveler from a long distant land. There, he had served a while as a temple guard for the temple of Oghma. His temple was later relocated to a major city, but Lorian felt the call to take his personal journey elsewhere. On the roads, he found the further he went from home, the more interesting things he discovered. Which led him to where he is now. For special consideration: I would like to be allowed a magic focus among my starting gear. I can carry it with my trunk and I think that's just a neat idea!

[UARTman]

Character concept Name: Tobias Rosefeld Race: Human Class: Rogue (Assassin) Background: Noble Backstory: When he was only seventeen, tired of the tedium of merchant-noble life, Tobias Rosefeld eloped to a distant land in search of adventure and glory. A combination of being very lucky, having a big pouch of gold and being very proficient in fencing has allowed him to survive and even thrive on the frontiers, and he never once looked back to his old life. Eventually, his absence has forced his aging father to take his cousin Martin as the heir. That proved to be a terrible decision, as Martin had no talent for either finance or management, as well as a number of very expensive vices. Eventually, he has spent all the money, sold a number of businesses, and incurred a ton of debt. His now elderly uncle, unable to stop him, had to write a letter to Tobias, begging him to return on a chance he would be at least slightly less inept. When middle-aged Tobias (who has found no glory, but plenty of adventure) has received this letter, he returned to Selgaunt with haste. Upon arrival, Tobias reluctantly took the reins and begun a grueling work of saving his family. Coincidentally, a month later Martin had quietly disappeared, never to be seen again. Now, at the venerable age of 69, having pulled it from a brink of financial ruin by way of clever trade deals and occasional assassination, Tobias expected to enjoy his well-earned retirement. But the passive life of an elderly nobleman has quickly become unbearably boring. Not content to spend the rest of his days being pampered to death, he took a nice suit, a pouch of coin and his old trusty rapier, and ran away from home in search of adventure. Again. Personality: Traits: I take great pains to always look my best and follow the latest fashions. If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields. Ideal: Independence. I must prove that time hasn't dulled my edge; I can handle myself without the coddling of my family. Bond: The well-being of my family comes above all else. I've spent thirty years to bring it prosperity, and I won't let it go to waste. Flaw: Even the cutthroat Semmar nobles don't usually do the dirty deeds themselves. I am an outlier: my hands are stained with the blood of fellow nobles. The allies and family of my victims will jump at any chance to get their revenge.

[Ildrahil]

Application Mavros Riasson Race: Tiefling Class + Subclass: Hexblade Warlock Background: Urban Bounty Hunter Appearance and personality: Mavros is good looking, just ask him. Why, his shiny white skin sets off his devilishly handsome facial features and well manicured black hair just so. His small shiny horns barely jutting out of his hair simply add to his mystique. His face is angular and his eyes are black. No, not his irises, the entirety of his eyes are black. Staring into them is like staring into a deep cave on the darkest of nights. Are his looks not the norm? Sure. Could one say they are demonic? Absolutely. But they are also enticing, like the bad boy that all the girls want. Mavros' clothes are stylish, for last year or maybe last decade. He doesn't care. They are clean and well maintained and he knows eventually he'll be in style again, it might be a year, it might be a decade. He cares not a whit. What he does care about are the colors he wears. He takes pains to ensure they match. Red and black, that is it. Those are his colors. Yup, they match. As far as his personality goes, Mavros is inquisitive. No, that's not quite right. Mavros simply must know what is in every shadow, what is behind that glimmer, and who lives in that old, supposedly haunted tower. It is this inquisitiveness that makes him such a good bounty hunter. Of course, it has nearly killed him once or twice too. Such as the time when he was young and saw an unnatural darkness, a darkness where it shouldn't be, where a torch should have dispelled it. So, of course, he entered it. There he found a creature that exudes darkness, eating, what it was eating may have once been a man, or a woman, or a pig, he couldn't tell. What he could tell was it saw him. Lucky for Mavros he was fast and the creature was enjoying its meal and rather bloated. One would think that would teach him a lesson, but he continues to look and go where others, those more careful, would never tread. The thrill of the moment, like the adrenalin rush he felt when he saw that creature all those years ago, that is what he craves. And now a quarry, oh that sounds fun. Yes, all kinds of trouble to get into in a quarry. Ideal: Rules are not necessarily sacred, principles are Bond: My half siblings are ashamed of me, I will change that or die trying Alignment: CG Where does your character originate from?: A rather mundane town that's nothing special, except to those who live there. Character History/Backstory: Mavros' half siblings are ashamed of him. He has two older brothers and an older sister. His mother's first husband died while clearing an infestation of evil creatures from the sewers of his home city, many say it was Mavros' father who sent those evil creatures there. Shortly thereafter Mavros' father, a Devil known by many names, seduced his mother Ria. She always told Mavros how kind he was to her and that the ultimate gift he gave her was Mavros himself. He isn't so sure that his life is a gift. He had to struggle through his whole life. When young, other children tormented him mercilessly and his older siblings, who could have stopped it easily, simply watched on. Eventually, he learned to protect himself and his siblings showed him grudging respect, but their shame was always near. Only his mother showed him unconditional love. Mavros searched and searched for his father or a way to contact him, but he never found him. Eventually, he figured his father wanted nothing to do with him and so Mavros decided he wanted nothing to do with his father. What he did find in his searching was a supernatural creature called the Raven Queen. It was she whom Mavros made a bargain with, and she gave him powers with sword, shield, and armor, as well as knowledge of the arcane, knowledge which he used to defend himself and those weaker than him in need. Of course, he understands on occasion she may have need of him and he is bound to her. Having been picked on for much of his youth, he learned to defend those who were weak and couldn't defend themselves. This is actually what led him to his current profession, bounty hunter. His only friend from his youth, Shanain, a defenseless young woman, was murdered for a black onyx ring she always wore and for something else she refused to give up to her murderer. Mavros vowed to find out who the perpetrator was. He followed the clues and the trails and he found the man who did it, a man who was a bully growing up and who wanted something Shanain was unwilling to give him. So the bully killed her and stole everything she had. When Mavros found the murderer the man laughed at him, called him weak, said he was so ugly even his own father wanted naught to do with him. He was someone both he and Shanain knew while growing up, and they both detested. Mavros nearly killed the man, but he held back. He knew killing him like this would be wrong, would actually make him more like his father. He fought the urge to slice open the man's throat as he lay prostrate and defenseless before him. Instead, he took him to the watch and presented all the evidence. Mavros was there when Shanain's murderer was hanged. Mavros smiled. Shanain had no relatives left, so Mavros took the black onyx ring to remember her. The city watch was impressed with Mavros' ability to sift out the murderer and they gave him other people to find. Often they were simple thieves, but on occasion they were worse, far worse. This gave Mavros a sense of purpose, but he always wondered why he was born, and how could his mother love a creature as evil as his father. On his last mission, he nearly died fighting his prey. It turned out his prey was a master assassin and she had a cloak that protected her. Mavros eventually prevailed, but it was a near run thing. When he took his prisoner to the watch, Mavros was wearing her cloak. Being a bounty hunter, and a good one, has provided him with a comfortable life. Key event: The death of his friend Shanain that led him to his profession. Flaw: I'm too inquisitive for my own good, like a cat...but they have nine lives. About Me I have been playing D&D since it was a supplement in a game called Chainmail. When it first came out in a white box with three rather cheaply made rulebooks inside I rushed out to get. I played it all through junior high, high school, college, and my years in the Army. My favorite characters in LOTR are Gimli and Aragorn, so my first PC was a Dwarven fighter and once AD&D came out I made a Ranger. Heck, half the reason I went to Ranger school in the Army was so I could be a Ranger! Back in the early days it was all about hack and slash and finding treasure. Then a friend and I built a world, which was fun, and I found role playing instead of just roll playing. I found other RPGs (L5R, King Arthur Pendragon, RuneQuest, GURPs, etc.) but I always came back to D&D. AD&D was my favorite version but I have grown to love 5e and this may be my favorite now. I have grown to love PbP. I was introduced to it on one of my deployments as a way to continue playing and I haven't stopped. I enjoy PbP because, IMO, it allows for more role playing opportunities and the story tends to be more full. I am a team player and try to help other players who may not be as comfortable with PbP. I love to role play and I try to make my posts as descriptive as possible while helping to move the story along or keep it moving. I know there are sometimes opportunities to slow things down a bit though to properly role play a scene. That said, I also love a good fight and when the time comes my PCs tend to be in the thick of it. I post something every day. Roleplay Sample:   Laufey Quote "Now about this Gondolin place, tell us a story of heroes and romance and remember, no one can be heroic without romance, for all the greatest heroes fight for love." Vardariannanur smiles sadly at Laufey, "Aye, 'twas a place of much merriment, joy, and love, so the stories go. But there was also also deceit and mayhap the most heinous treachery ever did an Elf to other Elves. 'Twas the home of my Grandsire, my mother's father and the stories I pass came from her lips, as she was a witness though young indeed was she for an Elven maiden. And 'twas her age saved her, for ere the great battle at the Fountain of the King my Grandame passed her off to others to usher out of a hidden passage wrought by Princess Idril, High King Turgon's daughter. But tarry she did as she left and all she saw she's tell us as stories. But this is not a story of my Grandsire alone, but also of love, and betrayal, and war. There in the Elder days ere most of my kind fled or locked themselves away stood Gondolin fair. The most beauteous city of Elves this side of the undying lands. And in those days a man came strong of character who hailed from a House of heroes among men. A great evil was alive in the world and Elves and men had an alliance against Him. And yet near a god was he who won't be named, so the Elves and their allies were losing this war. The last stronghold was Gondolin. And when he came he was met by my Grandsire, Ecthelion of the Fountain, whose task it was to keep intruders away, but such was his bearing and the tokens he brought that straightaway he brought him to see Turgon, High King of the Noldor. His name was Tuor. Now Tuor brought a message from the Power of the Seas with warning that 'twas time for the Gondolindrim to leave fair Gondolin and to King Turgon he brought that message. Long did King Turgon think on this, but evil and jealous counsel whispered in his ears to stay, and such was his decision. Much sorrow would have been averted had he chosen the wiser course. Still, great respect the King showed to Tuor and such was Tuor's character that he attracted others and he established a House in Gondolin, his the 12th and last. The House of the White Wing. And my Grandsire was leader of the House of the Fountain. And a love there grew between Tuor and Princess Idril, the King's daughter. Anon, they were wed and there was much joy in Gondolin, for it was a well made match all thought. All, save one. Maeglin, the King's nephew was secretly in love with Idril and was jealous of the attention Tuor received from the King and twice so when he wed Idril. But Idril knew of Maeglin's feelings and spurned them, for the feelings Meaglin felt for Idril were improper between relatives so close in degree. As happens, a son was born to the couple and Eärendil was his name. The city rejoiced and none so much as the King, for he thought this confirmed his choice to stay and defy the Great Enemy. But Idril, farsighted as she was, felt things were not as they seemed, and well that was, for she was right. And so a secret tunnel she had excavated, a way of escape if the need ever were to arise for the Gondolindrim to take if peril approached. And things were already stirring to show how wrong King Turgon's choice was. For at a time, Maeglin was out searching for ores, against the King's commands. Captured he was and brought in front of the Enemy and under threat of torture broke and told the Enemy all. And glee there became for the Enemy promised him overlordship of Gondolin and Idril's hand if Maeglin would but aid in the capture of the city. And so Meaglin returned and feigned love for all, whilst plotting the downfall and death of most. And for years he lived amongst them feigning love whilst the Enemy marshalled his forces and prepared for the assault. And on the give day, it began. Hard pressed was the fair city of Gondolin, ringed on all sides by evil servants of the Enemy in the thousands upon tens of thousands. Besieged from without and betrayed from within. Flew, they did, along the wide cobblestone streets towards their House, as the sound of battle sounded all about. There they found Maeglin, traitor and instrument of the Enemy, may his name and memory ever be accursed. He and his House of the Mole had abducted Princess Idril the far sighted, daughter of High King Turgon and threatened even the lad Eärendil with death. The heat from the wrath in Lord Tuor’s eyes was nigh impossible to miss. They attacked the warriors of the Mole and in their fury and that of their Lord swept them away. As they drew near Maeglin he threatened Eärendil with dagger sharp. The young prince came from goodly stock though and a fighter was he. He bit hard on Maeglin’s hand and this caused Maeglin a start and drop the lad did he. Then Lord Tuor was upon him and heft him up did Lord Tuor and oer the walls Maeglin went, and thus swept from the rolls of the Noldoli was his name. Still many were the warriors of the Mole and at Lord Tuor they came, yet none could stand against his axe and the swords of the House of the White Wing, and swept away were they. And now Lord Tuor set a watch on his Lady and young Eärendil and bid them lead what people they could into the city for safe keeping. He, with the rest of his folk did hie to the North Gate. And all around the wind whispered through the buildings, save our fair city, or avenge her. And soon they came upon a great battle extant. Lo, Lord Ecthelion and his House of the Fountain were harrying the enemy greatly and pushing towards the North Gate, recapture their intent. But the numbers against them were vast and slowing was their advance. Just then Lord Tuor signaled the charge and into the fracas they joined, aside their cousins of the Fountain. “To the Gate, to the Gate” they shouted, and near to it they came, but just then fresh companies of Orcs came, each led by a Balrog. Ere that, my Grandsires House of the Fountain marched towards the great North Gate to the sound of flutes, none so fair as that which Lord Ecthelion himself did play. From the south of fair Gondolin they marched, along her wide streets paved of stone and Kurbed of marble. Royal Houses fair passed by and even those of common were sweet to behold. For Gondolin was a beauteous city of grace and splendor then at her prime. As they drew closer the sound of battle and slaughter grew louder, and the smell of it. Lord Rog and his House had already perished in defense of Gondolin and the Gate was lost. So they marched. Then, when just in sight of the Enemy's vast army, the music stopped and my Grandsire commanded the drawing of swords. So fearful was Lord Ecthelion’s voice that day while commanding the drawing of swords and the killings which followed, that his name became a terror among the enemy and a war cry to the Noldor. Bright and long were their swords, eager for battle, glistening in the sun’s rays. They fought that day and drove the enemy afore them. Footfall by footfall they moved toward the Gate. Push with shield, kill those hideous minions of Morgoth, step over their dead bodies, then push again. Over and again for an interminable time. As the front ranks tired those in the rear moved up. I know not how many they killed of the fell creatures against them arrayed, yet it is said they did kill more than in all the wars and battles against the Enemy up to then and combined. Fierce they were and yet numbers will eventually tell, and slow their advance did. Then to their amaze Lord Tuor and the mighty warriors of his House arrived and with them a new vigor gripped them and they advanced. Nearly to the Gate had their advance taken them but just at then new foes arrived. The giant fire drakes breathing flames and death and Balrogs leading companies afresh with reinforcements, all led by Gothmog. Lord Ecthelion did slay two of those fearsome beasts while by the score they killed the orcs in accompaniment. They could nearly touch the gate, then a step back did they take, and another. ‘Twas then that Lord Ecthelion slew his third Balrog, and yet himself was fell wounded by the beast. His shield fell, and another step back they went. Still, Lord Tuor and his House stood next to us, all the way back to the Fountain of the King were we pushed, step by agonizing step. Lord Ecthelion leaning on Lord Tuor for support, his grievous wound bleeding. Then Gothmog strode forth and Lord Tuor interposed himself between that Captain of Angband and Lord Ecthelion while he refreshed himself from the Fountain. Swept away by Gothmog’s fearsome ebon axe was Lord Tuor. All round them battle was had and the lesser beasts surged. Then did Lord Ecthelion, envigored from his quaff of the Fountain’s nectar, jump between Gothmog and Lord Tuor. Blow after blow they traded, once, twice, thrice. My Grandsire called to his friend, Lord Tuor, “Fly” said he, “find yours and save what ye can of the Gondolindrim. Lay a kiss on Eärendil for me and bid him think of me when the sound of flutes he hears.” And in sorrow did Lord Tuor depart with those of his House, and those of the House of the Fountain knew ‘twould be their last day, that they were the rear guard and hold they must to give the rest time. Twas then my Granddame gave my mother to Lord Tuor and bid him keep her well, then turned did she and into the fray she went, sword in hand. Anon, Lord Ecthelion, wounded as he were, lost his sword. And Gothmog did delight and roar. His breath was hot from the infernal fires that sustained him. And they wavered then, to their eternal shame. For they saw my Grandsire fall. But Lord Ecthelion wavered not. No, even taller than the tallest of them did he rise and charged Gothmog. With the diamond tipped spike of his helm he pierced that beast near where his heart would be if one did beat in his chest. And then Lord Ecthelion grappled the beast and he tipped Gothmog into the King’s Fountain and a gout of steam erupted and the water was aboil. There did perish Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, his inner fire quenched and with him went their fair Lord Ecthelion, my Grandsire. Four Balrogs would he kill that day. Aroused from their stupor, shame still fresh on their cheeks they yelled, Ecthelion, and at that the forces of the Enemy did quake. And they charged their hated foes. A drip with their blood and gore were they. A century of orcs I swear each killed at the Fountain. Ecthelion, again they yelled. Each time brought fear in the enemy. But there were so many. And then the drakes appeared. Ecthelion they yelled, yet ‘twas not now so loud as few of them there were, and into the roiling mass of fell creatures they flung themselves. And so ended Lord Ecthelion and the House of the Fountain." Darian looks and sees eyes heavy with sleep and some already asleep. And he too drifts off. As the morning comes Darian is awake and removes Gorthang's arm from him. "Passing strange these customs" he thinks to himself. "Mayhap I shall talk to him about this. But not now." Darian walks to Captain Geen and listens to the plan and asks but one question, "Do we know how long 'twil take the dumbwaiter to travel up and down? For in that time Shaylyn and I will be alone. Still, it matters little for we shall do what is needed until reinforcements arrive." After speaking his piece he sees Ulric whisper in Captain Geen's ear. He waits to see what comes of that.

[Ballingray]

I’m just coming back onto the site after a period of absence and this is exactly the sort of game I would like to be part of. I’ll have an application up in the coming days.

[Dakkon]

Note to all applicants. A chart for applications is now present in the advertisement post. If you feel the need to edit your applications, that is not a problem. Simply nudge me and let me know so i can double check, and enjoy your work.

There is no hurry for character sheets. If you're like me, and enjoy making them, feel free to share when you desire. Though they will not be necessary honestly until the end of the application period.

Now, on a personal level, as a roleplayer and hobbyist in this game, i am really enjoying what i am seeing. Your characters are inspiring me greatly. In fact, some of the things are bringing scenarios in mind. But I'm keeping those cards to myself hehe.

Thank you all for your applications, and looking forward to the next few weeks!

[Onward]

App Name: Dia of Clan Skytree Race: Aarakocra Class: Cleric (Life) Background: Acolyte Traits: I’ve spent so long in my home plane that I have little practical experience dealing with people in the Prime I idolize my mentor, and constantly try to emulate that person’s kindness and selfless acts. Ideal: Charity. I always try to help those in need, no matter what the personal cost. (Good) Bond: I seek to preserve my mentor's notes that many powerful individuals consider it a danger to their way of life and seeks its destruction. Flaw: I'm not very confrontational, strangers tend to make me suspicious as I expect the worse from them due to my own past experience of being bullied by my kin. Appearance: Dia stands at least 5'3" tall, with a lean build that makes her lightweight body even more lighter than usual. Her appearance looks entirely like that of a bird, for she is an avian creature after all, her feathery coat looks reddish brown with a mix of white feathers, making it look like she was covered in snow. Her white cere looked sort of like tiny snowballs. She usually wears a garb that resembles that of monastery garments, of which are usually seen in high altitude mountains. Biography Dia was not originally of this plan of existence, she comes from the Elemental Plane of Air, where her fellow flock flocked around a sky island with a giant tree, which is where their tribe name comes from. This tribe in particular were a more warlike and territorial tribe of birdmen, completely different to the more peaceful tribes in the Plane of Air. Dia was always considered as the runt of the litter, because she was one of the few in her tribe to retain their peaceful nature. Though she only received no end of bullying from her brothers. She eventually had enough so she left her tribe. However, as she did so, she found a portal, no, it was more like a rip or tear. Like something unnatural bore a hole on something that shouldn't happen, and all of a sudden she was sucked in the tear and suddenly transported from her plane to the Prime. She found herself at a time where the Netheril empire fell for a second time, somewhere at a village near Sembia, one where a plague, whether it was due to the aftermath of the war on Cormyr or a natural outcome. Either way, Dia fell in and got infected by said plague. However, she was saved by a cleric of Ilmater, this person was considered her mentor. He was someone that impacted her life and guided her to this new world she stumbled to. Dia decided to stay with him for four years as his apprentice and they worked to combat this sickness together, though it took years to find a cure. However, eventually he did research and Investigations of his own and found more than he needed. Once he administered the cure, he was found dead the next morning. Dia wept at his loss, but it was suspicious how he died. Strange things occured after his death, fires started to destroy the inn they stayed in and Dia couldn't help but feel paranoid, like eyes are watching her from different places. She eventually found something hidden under her belongings, her mentor's notes. It was cryptic, yet it revealed that a conspiracy was involved, one that could affect the way of life of the denizen's of Sembia. And it all revolved around a prophecy.

[Drifter One]

Just wanted to add my interest in this, just waiting for the outcome of a coupe of other applications as I do not want o end up in too many games and become overloaded.

If I am unsuccessful with my other apps ill slip one in before deadline

[Ericg1s]

I will join to fill in a possible hole in the party:

Name: Opel of the Third Turn.
Race: Rock Gnome
Class: Rogue (Thief)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Background: Hermit (Natural Loner).

Appearance: About 3 feet tall and 30-35 pounds. Has light brown hair, which is rather long and tangled. Eyes are small and green. Ears, nose, and mouth are all rather small for a gnome. She wears simple grey clothing and leather armor, including a harness/bandolier which holds various tools and items she will need in easy reach. No significant scars or disfiguring wounds, and no tattoos. Has a few birthmarks, but they are not visible unless she is very scantily clad, which she tries to avoid.

Traits: Somewhat standoffish
Ideal: Do what you will and do not interfere with each other.
Bond: The one person I do trust is my teaching master.
Flaw: Hoards equipment and supplies.
Quirk: Forms odd 'friendships' with inanimate objects.

Backstory: Opel has always been a bit of an outsider. As a child, she withdrew into herself often, and became comfortable there. As a result, she has few friends, and is somewhat estranged from her family. They obtained a shack/tiny cabin out in the woods, where she could live alone without being bothered. She spent most of her time isolated in this little cabins brooding and not wanting to meet with other people. The one person who can always get through her shell is Jack Green, the teaching master for the rogues. He is the one who taught her to sneak around and pick locks, to clamber up windows and balance on rooftops...He was impressed by the clockwork toys which gnomes make and suggested interesting ways she could use them to distract people. She still remembers their first meeting: Jack approached her and asked if he could examine her music box. He asked how they were made, and what sounds could be recorded in them. He asked for what which would make the sound of a small dog barking and howling, without explaining why. When she deduced that he wanted it for some petty crime, but still gave him one because she wanted to watch, Jack recruited Opel for the guild. He has been training her for this mission ever isnce.

Reason for joining campaign: The River Ashaha-for most, it is merely a map landmark in Sembia. For Jack Green, it is a gauntlet thrown into his face by fate. He himself is NOT destined to find wealth or treasure there. He might, however, be able to shape and mold another hero into such a destiny. The fortune tellers who warn him not to go there speak of a Year of the Black Regalia. This year will be the one where one of his students will discover the fortunes hidden in Ashaha.

RP Sample: Opel looks around the tavern, trying to find the person she was following. Has he disguised himself, and if so, is it magical shapeshifting, or just a wig and change of clothes? She wonders if every hook-hand or eyepatch could be an attempt to pull focus away from the chin scar she saw that the man has. If she can't find the man in the crowd, she will ask the bartender, and tip him a coin or two in the hopes of loosening his tongue...This is why she hates crowds! She carefully checks the tiny mirror hidden in her sleeve-it's the only one she can trust in this difficult situation-the only one she can rely on....

Unusual proposal: My character would take the weapon master feat to gain proficiency with alchemical weapons and oil flasks, which are usually treated as improvised weapons. One of the main combat tricks she would do is to use an oil flask as a weapon (does no damage immediately, but coats the target with oil,) and then use a bonus action to ignite the oil with a tinker gnome Fire Starter, using the rogue ability to activate an item as a bonus action. If you don't want to allow this, that's fine. I simply won't take that feat. The character is perfectly playable without the special move.

Starting Gear: Would have clothing and a backpack, leather armor, a dagger, sling and bullets, thief and tinker tools, a harness/bandolier for holding gear, and a rope and grappling hook. Might carry chalk, twine, candles, flint and steel, and charcoal. Other basic, mundane gear is held in the backpack, but takes some digging to pull out. Does not start with great wealth or any magic items. Might own or have access to a little shack in some isolated location, but it is unlike that this will matter for the campaign. If she does own the shack, it will be far enough removed from the location of the main story that returning to it will not be practical except during very extended downtime scenes.

Link to Character Sheet: http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=91532