[Game Thread] Welcome to the world of Chroma

[Alemar]

Trevor's New World Trevor ate in relative silence, his conversation with Tardal had been important, and he liked the little man that sat with him and spoke from the heart. He resolved that tomorrow they would find paying work! Sable would come in from the cold eventually, he felt. Confident that even though she was a cat, the comforts of indoors would win out over the streets. They'd split the prizes so that everyone could afford to eat, and if they could find some extra cash to get gear? Then they could take on even better paying work, and the cycle would renew. Maybe they'd even be able to open up their own Guild? Then Sable's lack of proper documentation wouldn't be an issue, because they'd make the rules! Still all of those thoughts, and dreams, were in the distant future to someone newly arrived. And so it was off to bed, for a fresh and early start in the morning.

 

Name: Trevor
Class: College Student
AC: 14 HP: 10
Weapons: Rusty Shortsword (finesse) d6
Sheet: Link

[Rylus]

The place you are given to sleep is a large room, twenty feet by twenty feet, and lined with bunk beds thought the matress is just cloth stuffed with hay which makes it hard to get used to but its better than the cold had ground.

[Alemar]

Trevor's New World Trevor layed his head on the thin mattress in his bunk. No pillow had been offered, and indeed he felt like he was at a particularly bad summer camp. Shivering unconsciously as his muscles started to contract against the marching, and activity, he had undertaken during the day, Trevor groaned softly at the pain he feared would envelope his legs. 'It was going to be a rough night...' He knew, though his bed was at least slightly better than the cold stone floors that would cause cramping, and possible sickness... 'As long as there were no bugs hiding in the straw?' Eventually, though he didn't know how long it took him, the one-time College Student drifted off to a fitful sleep; One filled with strange dreams, and recurring nightmares. Distant memories of his old life seemed to flip before his mind, jumping from one scene to another as if they were cards in an ever shuffling deck. But before long he was finally engulfed in a permanent darkness that stretched out to oblivion in every direction. As time froze before his eyes, and fear began to well up from within his chest, a voice shattered the darkness. It was a voice he had heard once before, the one that the AG's receptionist had claimed was named after a God... Then, in an instant, he found himself seated, and in a very different place. A comfortable chair was beneath him, lined with soft furs, and supple leather. And in front of him was placed a small table filed with all sorts of meats, fruits, and drinks. A full-on feast to rival any ballad or fairytale was spreading itself out before him. The crackle of a dry log drew his senses to the smells of a small hearth nearby, and the warmth of woodsmoke began to re-enter the young man's body. Filling him with an overall contented feeling. Without warning, a new sensation overwhelmed him; soft lips, and gentle breath on his neck. As the most beautiful women Trevor had ever seen plopped herself down into his lap. "How are you feeling, Darling?" She asked, but before Trevor could answer, he was forced to blink as lightning flashed before his eyes. He was now outside of a small log cabin, chopping firewood, while two small boys played with toy swords. Somehow, Trevor knew they were his twins. And he could see his wife, the same women as before, but a few years older now, sat slowly rocking in her chair nearby. Time skipped again, and Trevor watched as he began wrestling with the boys. They were now near their teenage years, and their muscley forms showed that they were on the verge of becoming men. Time froze one final time, and Trevor found himself standing alone in a sterile white room. "Do you wish to have what you saw?" The voice echoed against the walls of what felt to be some sort of waiting room, or perhaps a Doctor's Office? "Or, will you take a different path in this world? I wonder... I, Hulm, shall give you the choice mortal. Show me what someone from your world can do unrestrained in battle, and I will stand proudly by your side." The voice echoed once more around Trevor, but no entity could be seen. "Ah but I suppose that would be hard, class-less as you are. I will help you with that, so that you will have no excuses for failure." The now familiar blue screen of System popped up in front of Trevor. The first thing from his new life that had intruded into this dream. Pop-ups "Congratulations Player, you have been blessed by the God Hulm! Which blessing would you like to receive? [The Blessing of a Warrior], [The Blessings of the Paladins], or would you prefer to strike a deal for [Borrowed Power]? " Trevor moved his fingers over the screen, highlighting each choice, before discarding them in turn. "Warrior? Maybe... I don't really feel like a Soldier." *swipe* "Paladin? Well I do love the ancient religions of Earth, but do those exist here in this World?" *swipe* "Wait, What is Borrowed Power?" His finger lingered on the choice. And as if the system felt his hesitation, it selected the highlighted option for him. A new screen popped into view, one titled "End User Licensing Agreement - Warlock" And as his eyes acknowledged what he was seeing, small text began to float rapidly in front of his face before the screen turned black, and two new options appeared glowing in red on the window. "Accept" | "Deny" "Yes! I want it all... Love, Legacy, I accept your terms Hulm. Whatever they were... I accept" He slammed his finger down onto the button, nearly shouting his response at the empty space around him. He hadn't truly had a chance to read the contract, but what did it matter if he was going to be the Champion of a God?

 

Trevor Blackwood
Vital Statistics Armor Class: 12 Hit Points: 10/10 Hit Dice: 1d8 Gear Rusty Shortsword +2 to hit 1d6+2 Melee Weapon Spells Cantrips ∞ Pg. 237Eldritch Blast , Pg. 244Friends Level 1 1/1 Pg. 220Burning Hands , Pg. 251Hex Class Abilities and Invocations When you reduce a Hostile Create to 0 HP gain 2 Temporary Hit PointsDark One's Blessing

[Gravel]

Tardal scarfed the food down quickly, hoping to outrun the sleepiness from a long day. He still had things he planned to do after all. The food wasn't terribly bad, though not exactly gourmet either. He drank ale with it, based on some half remembered trivia about how it was more healthy than water in medieval societies. Whether that was true for fantasy society with access to magic, he didn't know. But better safe than sorry.

After the meal Tardal bid goodnight to the others and stopped by the library as he had planned. Seeing its state however, he felt like he shouldn't have bothered. So neglected, he thought as he leafed through the book explaining local monsters. He didn't really stop to get a in-depth look at anything, just familiarizing himself with them in general for the future. They probably wouldn't run into anything too exotic soon, but considering they didn't have the natives knowledge, everything would be new. Game knowledge might give some heads up about possibilities, but that wasn't something he was willing to trust lives to.

After the brief study session was over, Tardal headed to bed. His head slightly abuzz with everything he had learned.