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Old Oct 13th, 2021, 04:49 PM
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Village Survival

Game NameVillage Survival
Game SystemDnD 5e
ThemeAdventure Survival
FlavourLow Magic
Plot SummaryLong ago the king of Redvale discovered the method of making Bloodmages. These bloodmages helped him conquer other lands and settle the wild areas. They used their magic on the land. Goblins, Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, fey spirits, and more slowly faded away and vanished. Ways of life that focused on adventuring died down as Villages and Towns sprouted up. Each one ruled by a Lord of the Land and a Bloodmage in service to the king.

Life became a bit more ordinary, a bit less magical, as orc raiders, goblin attackers and fey mischief faded away. Dragons, Manticores, Werewolves, and more became stories which became fairy tales. The only real magic was that of the Bloodmages and all of them were in service to the king. Every year the King’s men came through villages and tested children for magical ability. Any that had it were sent away to become Bloodmages.

Bloodmages were cruel, sadistic, insane, and utterly controlled by the royal family for thousands of years. But, that has changed. A few days ago you heard a voice, heard something like the ripping of threads that had once been sewed tight and then the Silvery Peak mountain slowly broke and slid across the valley as if it was a sledge pulled by oxen. The King’s road was covered and some buildings in the village fell.

It’s been a few days and some people in the village have changed already. A few look like they are part dragon, others have become short and stout, or even shorter and a bit more agile. Some have pointed ears and strange eyes while others have green skin. Oh, the vast majority of people look the same but something has changed in them as well.

The very world itself has changed. The King’s road is destroyed. The path through the mountains into Silver Lake might be passable, but someone will need to check that out. Also, someone mentioned seeing small creatures with strange fangs. Meanwhile Lord Valeson was gone when this happened. He and his arms men were called up by the King to fight against some invader.

All of this and the Spring Harvest needs to be gathered in just a few weeks. The Village elders have called a meeting, a few people need to scout out the roads. They need to check on the town of Silver Lake. They need to see what is happening with the strange beasts. Because something has to be done or else the Village might not survive.

This is where you come in. Mistvale Village, you’ve lived in this village all your life. Perhaps you have a profession in the Village square or, more likely, you farm your acreage and are paid a pittance to help the serfs farm Lord Valeson's land. Except now, you’ve changed, maybe entirely in body or just in some small way. Perhaps the strange book passed down to your family suddenly makes sense. Perhaps you feel some underlying deep and powerful rage. Perhaps the nature spirits, or some other power speaks to you. Whatever it is, you know you’ve changed and that your new abilities might just help.


”About This Adventure:

This adventure is roleplay survival. You are a member of a small village, one that is blocked off from its usual trade route, and without the local Lord and his retinue of soldiers. You’ll need to worry about just how well the harvest is doing. You’ll need to worry about supplies and the weather. You’ll especially need to worry about those new magical critters. You’ll also need to worry about listening to the Town elders and convincing them and other people in town to do the best thing that will help keep the town alive.

This is not just about fighting off the critters. This is about whether or not you find a trade route or decide to use all the grain to keep the villagers alive. About just how many villagers are alive and can help bring in the Spring and Autumn harvests. Basically the loss condition in this is not only your characters hit points but also food and shelter for everyone in the village. Because, at the end of the day, without a village your character will end up losing those hit points.


Religion
The King insisted that people worship him and they basically did. he had the blood mages and the power. He tamed the magic and well he and his men were present while the gods seemed to fade away. Some of you may have something taught to you by family members, little rituals or the like and maybe a name or two. Either way the King certainly never answered any prayers and neither did anything else until...well...until now.



”Mechanics:”
Level: 1
Ability Scores: Starting out we’re using 24 point buy with the highest score being 15. If you’d prefer an array that would be 14, 14, 12, 12, 10, 8.
Starting gear: Background only
Starting gold: None
Sources Allowed: See this page: https://www.dndbeyond.com/sources


”Character Application:”
Name:
Occupation: Most people are farmers but maybe you have a different job? If so best have a reason why you aren’t needed for it. Maybe you have an apprentice or you are the second apprentice?
Class: Every D&D class from the sources except firearms. Just remember you've only had that class the last few days so explanations in backstory help.
Gender Identity:
Race: Please remember if you aren’t human to include how your character feels about that in the backstory portion
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory: Not just who you are in the town but also what happened to you when Silver Peak fell? How did you deal with the changes?


”About the DM:”
I tend to DM without maps and using more of an imagined battlefield. I am generally pretty lenient and haven’t had a TPK here on RPG Crossing. This is my first time DMing 5e here on site but I felt it was a bit easier to use for this sort of adventure. That said, I may, from time to time use 3.5 or Pathfinder terms do feel free to correct me.


Other Details
First round Open until the end of November 17th
Posting Rate: 2-3 per week
Number of players: Up to 8
More Information about Mistvale can be found: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthread.php?t=216383
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Old Oct 13th, 2021, 06:51 PM
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Is magic an option?
Did it come back so those other than bloodmages can use it?

My idea is to a patron contact the character shortly after the Tear happened.
I am willing to let you choose the patron if you desire.

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Magic is an option. I updated above to include classes which is basically everything except firearms. Wizards just happened to get years of training crammed in their head over a couple days. I would not envy them....
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Name: Wilbert Barrowert
Occupation: Gardener
Class: Fighter
Gender Identity: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Wilbert is a lanky man, reaching a height of 6 foot tall, mostly cause his legs are longer than his upper body, and his build as mentioned is very thin. Wil is somewhere in his late 40s and often wears a dark blue suit, the usual gardener uniform he always said. His face usually sports a stern expression, if it weren't for his bushy mustache he would look like every elementary students worse teacher (you know the one).
Personality: Wilbert is usually a kind and caring man, however when in comes to planting or his profession in general, he shows a great passion whenever he talks about these types of subjects. But he is a very strict supervisor, whether it's about plants or simple task, he can be very strict. Other than that, theirs nothing really special about him, his just a simple gardener
Backstory: Wilbert Barrowert was living a pretty mundane and ordinary life. Ever since he was a boy, he was never interested in fighting for his king and country or venturing through the unknown. No, he was mostly interested in growing flowers and other kinds of flora, for decades he has improved his craft and became the town's master gardener. A great position, one with many apprentices that respect his authority. He lived a pretty ordinary but great life, that is until the bloody mountain started moving and causing all kinds of mayhem. He was doing his daily activities but also was preparing for an upcoming festival, so he was making sure the plants look nice that day. It was a pretty average day, that is until one of the plants suddenly came back to life and tried to kill him along with an apprentice, who may or may not be the perpetrator of this incident. It strangled him and he was at the verge of death when all of a sudden a wave of weapon techniques flooded through his mind and in a blink of an eye, he grabbed a shovel and killed the suddenly alive plant. It was all a shock to him, too much a shock for him to process what happened. He just walked out of the garden to process what just happened, that when's he saw the Silvery Peak's mountain moving. It's at this point he passed out, either it was from that attack, the sudden influx of weapon knowledge, or just the complete absurdity of today's events, either way he passed out. When he woke, his confused and unsure what's happening to him or the world, he just wants to take care of his plants in peace. That's when he was told to visit the elders, he thought that they might have the answers to what's going on.
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Name: Torque the tinkerer
Occupation: Torque is the apprentice to the village blacksmith.
Class: Artificer armorer
Background clan crafter smith
Gender Identity: Male
Race: Half orc

Appearance: Torque was a well-built burly man before the change. Now he is a mountain of chiseled muscle. He was never really handsome but being green with tusks has only made his marriage prospects nearly nonexistent which has caused his some depression, but he copes by throwing himself into his work. He keeps his dark brown hair short to avoid it getting singed or in his eyes. He wears a head band to keep the sweat out of his eyes. He wears heavy armor with lots of strange attachments and gizmos. Even before the change, Torque liked to experiment with his work and push the envelope. Now that his mind has truly opened up, he is making things no one has ever seen before.

Personality: Torque is a very crass individual who is short tempered and swears like a sailor. He has no patience for nonsense and stupidity or infighting. He has a very practical way of looking at things. If it aint broke, don’t fix it. if it doesn’t work, try something else. If you can’t fix it, throw it away. Despite his gruff exterior, Torque has a heart of gold and is a total pushover for his older sister Gerda who he supports and spoils with trinkets that he makes for her.

Backstory: Torque's father Torrack inherited the smithy from his father Torreg who inherited it from his father Torrof. As the fourth generation black smith, Torque is very skilled at working metal, crafting tools, and forging blades. Although there is not much call for it, Torque also likes making armor along with a bunch of trinkets and toys as a hobby. He sees his craft as an artform, and is very passionate about it, often spending most of his earnings on his little projects when inspiration hits him. He lives with his father and older sister Gerda, a simple-minded girl of husky build who he spoils rotten and is very protective of. Despite having a very abrasive personality, his essential role in the village forces most of the villagers to at least act friendly towards him and none would criticize his work.


After the change, Torque woke up to find himself with green skin, nearly a full foot taller, and muscle bulging so much that none of his shirts would fit anymore. At first, he thought himself diseased, and he was distraught to find his sister similarly afflicted. Once he came to learn that most of the village had suffered some kind of change, he realized that it wasn’t a disease, but something magical, unnatural. After he came to terms with his physical changes, he noticed the mental ones. Torque had always been very creative when it came to his work, but now knew ideas unlike anything he had ever imagined. He could picture how things work in his mind, knowledge that he shouldn’t have seem so obvious now. For the last few days, Torque has spent every spare moment working on his inventions which he is convinced will improve life in the village.
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Has the incident changed religion thus far? Did the kingdom push monotheism, or even the king as a god-king? Just trying to find structure for divine characters.
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Name: Darrin Feldson
Occupation: Farmer
Class: Warlock
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf

Appearance:
Darrin has alway been above average, but nothing unusual. Dark blonde hair, brown eyes, and a slender build meant that he always received some attention when he travelled outside of town with his father. At 5'9" he is taller than most, but again not by much.
Most of this stayed the same and no one noticed the slight changes with the chaos after Silver Peak fell, but when he stopped to stare at the mirror there were a few chances; higher cheekbones and a cleaner jawline. The most pronounced change were his eyes, lightening from their previous brown to an almost-alien gold.

Personality:
Hardworking and curious, Darrin frequently travelled with his father to some of the larger cities. Mostly it was to sell their crops, but other villagers would give them something to sell or ask them to bring something back.
He gets along well with others and tends to be outspoken with ideas, but has been reserved in sharing about himself since his mothers death a decade ago.

Backstory:
As with all farmer's children, Darrin started in the field with his parents at a very young age. This helped develop his work ethic and mental fortitude as they worked through drought, insects, and other disasters both large and small to keep the farm running.
As a teenager, he found his mother's mauled corpse while he was running through a nearby forest after work. His wide open personality that endeared him to most closed up completely for nearly a year after this. Through the consistent work of his father and friends, he came out of the funk and much of him talkatively came back, but he was never the same.
He spent the next decade working with his father, both of whom had taken to occasional trips to some of the larger cities. They would take surplus crops beyond what the village needed to sell outside. The other villagers immediately began putting in requests with the pair, quickly making their trip into a mini-offseason-merchant trip, though the pair never charged extra or made a profit off the other villagers.

Darrin calls it the Tear or when it Tore, based on the sounds he heard while he was out in the field. By the time that Darrin came out of the fugue of his personal tragedies, the significant and obvious changes to people warranted little more than a shrug and acceptance.
Darrin's father was on King's Road making minor repairs when the mountain fell. He had spent several minutes staring in shock as the rocks tumbled over King's Road, then found himself at a full sprint. Long before he came to where his father was working, the rocks blocked his path and he had to anxiously wait for them to settle. There was no sign of his father, he had been crushed by the mountain. Darrin wandered back to his home in a daze, altered humans not even notices as the walked by them.

After several hours, he forced himself back to his feet - he could fall into the same state as when his mother died, he had responsibilities no matter how difficult. When he scrubbed his face and looked into the mirror, he was shocked to see deep golden pools where his brown eyes had been.
This stunned him for less than a minute and a bigger shock came...a voice ringing in his head.

'Ah, the way has opened once again and I can see. Let us make a deal.'

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Should we add our stance/relationship towards the other PCs? It’s very probable we already know each other since we live in the same village. I think it could also be a fun exercise.
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Has the incident changed religion thus far? Did the kingdom push monotheism, or even the king as a god-king? Just trying to find structure for divine characters.
I did forget the religion beforehand and you have it. The King basically insisted and no one really gainsaid him. So, he's not granting anything but with the return of magic comes older beliefs and rituals that may have been passed down.
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Name: Kaeleigh "Root" Stonehill
Occupation: Hunter / Archer, Farm Guard, Goat Chaser, Cheesemaking Assistant, Delivery 'Girl' for Belle Farm
Class: Ranger
Gender Identity: Female
Race: Elf (Moon)
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At a rapid pace, Kaeleigh went from a five foot three twenty year old to being a five foot six Elf. Her light brown hair darkened to obsidian black and then settled into a pleasant dark shade of midnight blue that tumbled to just below her shoulders. Blue eyes darkened brightly into an attentive shade of violet that were rather shocking against such moon-pale skin. Her ears, pointed as one would expect for an Elf, were under a gray-green hood that she usually wore. The young woman was slender and carried herself with an easy grace that she did not have three days ago.

Personality:
Kaeleigh tends to be aloof, impatient, sometimes abrasive, serious, attentive, and quiet. She is not sought after for her pleasant company and witty conversation by a majority of villagers. Though polite to most, and friendly to a rare few, her socialization in the village had become less and less over the years, being 'in demand' on the small eight acre far, following the duties that were set out for her. She did run errands on a bi-weekly basis - eggs to the bakery and to a couple of individual families. Goat cheese to the tavern and to one of the villagers to sell at the marketplace along with in-season produce - cabbages, turnips, brussels sprouts, onions, and leeks. She found pleasure being away from the farm and enjoying a feeling of freedom. Though she smiled little, Kaeleigh did enjoy the pretense of 'friends' and a feeling of connectedness during her deliveries.
Over the past three days, the new'born' Elf has felt slightly more empowered, connected to something she can't quite put her finger on, though she believes it has to do with the wilds and the thriving life of the natural world that surrounds her. With her inability to truly sleep, which is just shocking, she has spent time wandering (or skulking) about at night, looking to see if anyone else is awake, and if they too can traverse the night without need of a lantern. This is one way she has kept herself sane; observing others who are displaying the same or similar transformations and manifestations of physical differences she is experiencing.

Backstory:
Kaeleigh burst through the forest's edge when the boulders tumbled and the earth shifted as the peak roughly slid down. The sound of air tearing? - the tremors, the shifting of the world that was occurring - were terrifying, threatening, so she headed for the Belle family's farm. This was her home, though not a very welcoming one, but a home nonetheless. The four of them were generous enough to keep the ten year old child after her mother, a live-in nursemaid, cook, and animal caretaker, died one winter's day of a mercifully quick illness.

Throwing her worn leather satchel over the rugged stone wall that outlined the land's border, Kaeleigh climbed up and over with greater ease; it was as though she were lighter, perhaps even a touch taller. The oddness was dismissed, even as her boots didn't quite meet her knees anymore, and her heavy pants felt looser. By the time she saw Agnes and Spot, the smartest of the eight sienna brown goats, chewing away at the twisted fresh branches of a scrubby shrub, the older of the two loafing sheds strained, cracked, and the thatch roof collapsed in on itself, leaving the pale wood building at an unhealthy angle. The cheese shed survived, being as sturdy as the main gray stone house. The young woman, in her gray-green hood and eggshell white puff-sleeved blouse, crossed her arms, latching her hand to her satchel strap, and simply observed the ensuing chaos for the next half hour. After all, what was she to do? Her sleeping quarters, the backend of the splintering goat-home, was currently buried beneath rubble. The Belle family benefactors never planned on adding a place for her to live within the security of the new goat shed. The small chicken coop was certainly not an option. So, Kaeleigh watched as Wren, their youngest son, only three years younger than she, ran about following his gruff father's orders to check on this, check on that.

It wasn't that Kaeleigh was amused at the sight of these hard-working, but usually pompous people scramble about, but she felt there was a justice in this occurrence - for her mother who didn't get the help she required, and perhaps died due to the neglectful, selfish ways of the Master and Mistress of the house. It was guilt that allowed her to work for them and live on the property; she was sure of this. In knowing so, 'Root', the girl who was and is known to seclude herself within the comfort of either of the largest pair of silver maple trees in the forest, nestled between the giant roots, sometimes wrapped in a holey but comfortable blanket. Her company was the best company, she decided. This time was no different. There were a number of lean-to's in the area, a couple that she herself built for hunting, for escaping. It may be that time again - to find solace in the woods.

The Elders of Mistvale called their meeting, and while Kaeleigh was collecting clothes left on the line, Gildalee Belle approached her in a matronly manner. She tried to be kind, though the feeling never quite settled in her eyes properly. "Your eyes - they're a uh um - a pretty shade of violet. I had a dress in that color once." Gildalee tried to connect with Kaeleigh, and Kaeleigh offered her a polite smile. "Thank you. Do you think they clash with my hair?"

"Oh no, no, Kae. You're as pretty as a button. The blue is like, um...the shade the sky turns just before the sun fully sets. That deep, beautiful blue. It's very becoming."

Kaeleigh continued to watch the older woman quietly, just smiling in a lopsided manner, betraying a smirk.

Uncomfortable, she continued. "Oh yes, I shall get to the point. The Elders have requested that you go to the meeting tonight. Everyone knows you have chased off wolves, and are a protective sort. You're a good shot, and the bravest person I know and trust to help us." Pausing, she reconsidered her words and added. "To do something greater."

"You volunteered my services for something, correct?" Kaeleigh said dryly, brow raised expectantly.

"We will make sure our payment to you during first harvest is generous."

"If you would pack up a few boiled eggs for me and bread, I will be set for anything, please." Kaeleigh sighed quietly in acceptance and set off for the town square with purpose in her steps once she had packed clothes into her rucksack, and double-checked the fletching of the arrows she collected earlier.
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