[D&D-5e] The Crystal of Juiblex

[silverfeathers]

Looks good to me. I am going to see if anyone else interested in the game before making a decision.

[MeredithS]

Sounds good. Thank you for your consideration = )

[KhamLuc]

Name: Rystael Gwyzor Race: Wood Elf Class:Bard Lvl 1 (interest in Druidic life style) Alignment: Neutral Good Personality : Always Smiling. Rystael likes to be in the front to be remark with "Hoe". Her mockery is appreciated by those who ear ... except in a fight... that usually enrage her target. Nothing seems serious for her, like if life was a gift. A gift even in these dark apocalyptical worlds. She takes care of everybody she considers her family, even those who don't always deserve it. Appearance : Delicate and Frail, she moves with ease like if every dance was so natural... it's more obvious in the wood when she's performing for nature all around her... its like if all living thing fusing with her spirit. She likes to wear a light robe. wearing adventurer stuff only when the time needs it. Backstory: Rystael has been raised outside her tribe. Probably left for dead as a lonely child without any interest for raider's. Claim back as a slave by a thief guild, they find that her skill was better in charming and entertaining during an undercover mission. But the role of being placed in the front line has not prevented her curiosity learn some dark way of the underground. After many years she buyback her slavery debt. Send many time on a scouting mission the last one was in a lost village where his target was supposedly hiding there. Something mystical happens between them. A friendship that no one can never wonder have. She never returns to the city since then... but learn a new way of living, a way nearest from her lineage, from her Blood, from her Heart. Background: SPY (2 Skills: deception & Stealth, 1 Thief Tools, 1 gaming set, Espionage Agent; Loyal contact )

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Rystael Gwyzor Rystael Gwyzor - WoodElf - Bard - Level 1 Str 8 Dex 16 Con 10 Int 10 Wis 16 Cha 14 Acrobatics*+5 Animal Handling +3 Arcana +0 Athletics -1 Deception*+4 History +0 Insight*+5 Intimidation +2 Investigation +0 Medicine +3 Nature +0 Perception*+5 Performance*+4 Persuasion +2 Religion +0 Sleight of Hand +3 Stealth&ThievesTool*+5 Survival +3 Skills   Attribute Mod Str -1 Int -0 Dex +3 Wis +3 Con +0 Cha +2 Sheet (n/a) Defenses HP 8/8 N/A - AC 14 N/A-   N/A - N/A - N/A - N/A - Field Percep 15 Init +3 Speed 35 Senses DarkVision60' Immunities Adv Saves (Charmed), Immune (Sleep) Saving Throws STR -1 INT +0 DEX* +5 WIS +3 CON +0 CHA* +4 N/A 0 N/Aetc Languages Common Elvish .Additional Info Equipment Backpack   Block of Incense   Candle (10)   Traveler's Clothes   Mess Kit   Rations(10)   Blanket   Tinderbox and Torch   Waterskin   Tinker's Tools   Amulet   Spells Message Cantrip Prestidigitation Cantrip Comprehend Languages-R 1 Healing Word 1 Identify-R 1 Unseen Servant -R 1 Actions:Attacks per Action:1   Longbow (+5 DMG 1d8+3) (wielded) Dagger ( +5 1d4+3 ) Swing or Throw 20'/60'     Bonus Actions Two-Weapon Fighting: 1 Dagger (+5 1d4) Healing Word Bardic inspiration 2x/ Lrest (for 1 other ally) +1d6 att/skill/save 60' Reactions Opportunity Attack         Notes: Status - Playing Lute Condition - Healthy Spell Slots Attack +4 DC 12 Level 0 0 - - - One 2 0 - - Slots Two 0 0 - - Slots Currency 0 0 15 0

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OOC : MeredithS your box is too awesome ... I hope you don't mind I use it?
OOC for DM : starting equipment need to be changed, it's not the good one...

[DaysUntold]

This looks fun. I'll post an app in the next day or two.

[silverfeathers]

I like both of these applications so far. I am not finding much to nit pick about so no need to revise anything MeredithS or KhamLuc.

There is still a week until I close applications so if you are interested please post.

[MeredithS]

I don't mind at all KhamLuc, lol I stole most of it too. Some I did, like the currency and spell slots blocks. =D

[MatFow]

I haven't played for about 10 years and new to pbp therefore my application might need a bit of work. Only joined up a day or 2 ago so only just found this. Willing to have a go though

[silverfeathers]

@MatFow, no worries about being new to PbP or a little rusty on playing. this is a good game to reintroduce you, plus I have a whole party of newer players in the same boat learning PbP or 5e.

[MatFow]

Here is my application, hope it doesn't need too much fine tuning

Name: Matform

Race: Hill Dwarf

Class: Ranger

Alignment: CN

Appearance: Standing at 4ft6 with a typical solid dwarf build, basically if a tree stump from an oak tree could walk that is what Matform would look like. Grey and very curly shoulder length hair with a similar colour goatee that reaches down to his chest if it was allowed out of the leather thong that he has wrapped in. Brown eyes with tanned skin due to being outside a lot. He wears armour from head to waist, with a helmet on his head and a breastplate on his chest. He carries a longbow as his weapon of choice.
Personality: Matform can come across as grumpy not one for having long conversations he usually just wants to get on with things be it fighting, drinking, hunting, fighting, drinking... Although it must also be said that despite his gruff exterior if you manage to get past that and get to know him you would find someone who cares about his friends, not that he has that many. It takes a lot to get him to get to that stage though. As mentioned he loves to fight which means using his longbow which also means that you can generally find him of an evening cleaning blood and other things off his arrows. “They need to be shiny so they can see the look on their own face just before impact”

Background: Matform is an Outlander, he spent his time out in the wild hunting and not just for food but also for those with a bounty on their head. Alive or dead, usually dead he would only return to civilization when he had hunted down those he was after.

Writing Sample: Grumbling to himself as he came to the edge of town, Matform wasn't happy, he had been hunting down another bounty not far from here when he had found it dead taken obviously by another hunter, missing it's hand with the identification features needed to claim the reward. So he decided to enter this town and see if he could get a drink or two to help him forget. He didn't know much about this particular place and being used to living in the wild he wasn't real keen on spending too much time here.

As he entered the town and headed towards the village he saw strange man going from person to person obviously trying to find someone. Upon seeing the man turn in his direction and start rushing towards him, Matform steadied himself and reached for his longbow ready for whatever happened next.

[silverfeathers]

Alright the deadline is approaching. Last call for applications, hope to have players selected by Monday.

[Seldon]

Name: Zath
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: Short, 5ft2, and very thin. Zath looks like he is used to hiding in the shadows his entire life. His face can`t really be seen from underneath the dark hood he is wearing. A rapier is barely noticeable from under his black cloak.
Personality: Zath is always suspicious when he meets new people. He always tries to stay in the shadows out of other people's notice. It's normally very hard to get Zath to trust you since he is used to being backstabbed. However, once he gets to know someone he can be a very loyal friend.
Background: Urchin. Zath grew up on the streets caring only for himself and his few friends. They survived only by pickpocketing and other acts of thievery.
Writing Sample: As the law enforcement in the city Zath grew up in started cracking down on criminals harder, Zath contemplated leaving and trying to start a new life in a new place. After one of the urchins who he knew very well was arrested Zath decided it was finally time to go, the city was no longer safe. After stealing enough rations to last for a few weeks, Zath stowed away on a trading ship heading for a town he had never heard of before, Kamplinn. Just a few days into the voyage a massive storm struck. Due to the pitching and rolling of the ship during the storm Zath became very seasick. Finally after many painful days holed up with the cargo, Zath decided he hated the water and he never wanted to sail again. When they finally arrived a Kamplinn, Zath sneaked off the ship and found a place to hide until the traders left. He didn't want them to find him especially while he still had the 20 gold pieces he had stolen from them on his way off the ship.

[silverfeathers]

Alright Applications are closed. I will have selections by Monday.

[MoonZar]

Good luck everybody!

[silverfeathers]

This game is open for applications once again.
Deadline is December 6th at 10pm PST.

I am looking for 1, possibly 2 players to join a party of three (2 fighters and a cleric). They are in desperate need of a support role or any magic user. I am not looking for another fighter/barbarian but I will not ignore those application, just be aware you will be much lower on the list due to the current party's make up.

Please see the ad on the first page for full details. Direct any questions to me here or in pm. I look forward to your applications.

[Starflier]

Bestian Eastwick Name: Bestian ‘Beast’ Eastwick Race: Half-elf Class: Warlock (The Fiend - Devil) Alignment: Chaotic Good Appearance: With golden blond hair that’s constantly being pushed back from his face, jovial green eyes that always betray his true emotions, and a charming smile that never fails to lighten the mood, Bestian is a handsome young man who attracts attention wherever he goes. The tall, wiry, young man wears plain, but well-made clothes, and always puts in a full day’s work on the barge that also serves as his home. While his mother is elven, Bestian heavily favours his father’s human blood, possessing few of the outward physical traits that allude to his mixed ancestry. Of late, Bestian has taken to flipping a coin, or rolling it across his knuckles, whenever he finds himself sitting or standing still. Personality: Unfailingly upbeat, Bestian is never one to dwell on hardship or failure, always looking for the silver lining in any situation. An affable, easygoing, young man with a love of good stories and bards’ songs, Bestian’s quality is easy to see after only a short time in his presence. It is also easy to see why his indomitable father wouldn’t want him working on his own ships, because while Bestian is hardworking and capable, he also has an independent streak that pushes back against any kind of authority. The nomadic lifestyle suits the young sailor who spends most of his time navigating the rivers, with frequent stops at his favourite taverns for some socializing and a break to the monotony of the river. Background: Sailor - While the identity of Bestian’s mother is something of a secret, his father is well-known as a hard-nosed, navy captain turned hard-nosed, merchant captain. By his fourteenth birthday Captain Eastwick knew that Bestian was not ‘crew’ material, and instead gave the boy his own command of sorts: a river barge. The operation barely turns a profit transporting goods between small towns, even given the young man’s spartan lifestyle, yet it keeps him productive and out of trouble which is enough for his old man. Moreover, Bestian is at home on the water, navigating the rivers with an expertise that even men twice his age don’t have.   Traits: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what. I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done. Ideal: Freedom. The water is freedom - the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. (Chaotic) Bond: I’ll always remember my first ship. Flaw: Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation. Writing Sample: ”A lucky coin?” Bestian asked as he watched the old man roll a heavy golden coin back-and-forth over his fingers with a surprising dexterity for one so old. It wasn’t from around these parts, Bestian could tell that much just from looking at the coin which he had been eyeing up for some time. ”Aye, everyone needs a good luck charm, m’boy, and I think this one is yours. Besides, flipping a coin is always a good way to decide something, don’t you think?” The old man winked and flipped the coin through the air towards the young captain, who panicked and very nearly lost hold of the barge pole as he reached out to catch the gift before it sailed over the edge of the vessel. It was heavier than he would have thought and warm to the touch, but most importantly he could feel something from it, magic perhaps, as the man had said. ”Now, how ‘bout I show you a thing or two ‘bout magic. Little stuff. Easy stuff. You can figure it out from there, eh boy? Be a wizard someday, I reckon.” ”Yes, sir,” Bestian said, forgetting the coin enclosed in his hand as the prospect of learning real magic was laid out before him. His father had always called his daydreaming ‘foolish nonsense’, but there was magic all around them in the world; why not learn some of it? ”I would like that more than anything.” The old man smiled at the polite youth, a smile that lasted just a little too long, and for just a moment Bestian thought he could see something dark in those eyes. Then the moment passed and the man clapped his hands together and pulled out a small bag from inside of his larger pack. ”Excellent. By the time we make it to the docks in Kamplinn I’ll wager you’ll know a trick or two to impress the locals.”