[D&D-5e] Yeohven: Fall from Grace

[Aotyr]

Just checking in! I believe all I have left to do is flesh out the NPCs real quick, and will have that done within the next 2 days/just ahead of the deadline for sure.

Would welcome any feed back you might have also, tweaks/guidance that might make my content sit more comfortably with your game intent, etc. PM or here on the threads if preferred (I'm a big boi! My safeword is pineapple, be gentle :P)!

[MontageManiac]

A little bit of further feedback. Keep all the updates coming folks! You've got 4 days, the weekend, to complete your apps. Once I login Monday I'll close applications and we'll have the difficult choices I have.

Thank you everyone for the lovely work so far. Everyone's got some really stellar stuff that makes my mind turn at the possibilities!

[BionicEwok]

Alright, My application is finished. Thanks for your consideration MontageManiac!

[Aotyr]

My application is now complete!

Thanks for the insight/guidance with regard to Koga and the timeline for the Orc Wars. I had a blast exploring the characters as I wrote them out, and the potentially important NPCs, so regardless of who ends up making it into this awesome looking game... I thank you for the writing prompts we had to go through.

[MontageManiac]

Applications closed! Thank you all so much, I appreciate all your hard work with this process, and I hope it was a fun time for anyone who tried. It's a bit strange, but hopefully it'll work!

I'll be notifying applicants in the coming days.

Thanks again!

[MontageManiac]

Please refer to the first post regarding the requirements for application. I'm looking for 1-3 new players to join "survivors" of the funnel adventure I ran. I'd love to bolster the numbers, include more people in the fun, so let's see where we land. Old applicants are more than welcome to join in on the fun again with a new application (or rework an old one if you'd like).

Let's see what we get!

[Togot]

Character name: Rain Ragnius

Race: variant human

Class: undead warlock

Background: Noble

Personality: Rain is shy and unsure of himself due to the lack of encouragement he received from his mother and the severe bullying he endured at the hands of his peers, but he has a good heart and is well spoken and well educated. He always wants to do the right thing and be a good person, though he doesn’t always know how. He is terrified of the entity that dwells within him and what he is becoming.

Physical Description: Rain is a short young man with shoulder length straight golden hair. He looks even younger than he is and has often been described as looking like a lost puppy. He takes pride in his appearance, always wearing fine clothing that reflects his refined upbringing. When he transforms, he takes on the appearance of a ghostly undead king.

Backstory: Born into the noble Ragnius family as the son of the renowned wizard Marko Ragnuis, Rain’s father committed suicide the night he was born. This scandal damaged his mother’s reputation, but Lady Lucia was not some trophy wife. She was cold, intelligent, and vicious. The frequency of her rivals having their lives destroyed or disappearing entirely earned her the nickname, the villainess. Through her cunning navigation of the king’s court, she held on to her prestigious position. Unfortunately for Rain, she put no such effort into his upbringing.

Not once did she tell her son she loved him. Not once did she embrace him. She left her servants to raise him and showed little interest in his well-being. As a result, Rain grew up with deep insecurities and a lack of confidence which singled him out among the ruthless world of affluent children he was surrounded by, but none were worse than the children of the Rand family, Miguel, Liguel, and Castor. The three siblings always sought Rain out and brutally tormented him in ever escalating attacks for years on end. Then one day on Rain’s twentieth birthday, the siblings ambushed Rain and kidnapped him. Rain found himself tied down on a floor with a magic circle drawn beneath him. Miguel, Castor, and their father Escaldos were standing around him attempting to perform a demonic ritual. When Escaldos moved to stab a dagger through Rains’ heart, something happened.

Rain felt a cold chill run through him, and he spoke words that were not his with a voice that was not his. “You shall not harm my precious vessel.” His chains were broken, and he felt something compelling his body to move. He lashed out with green magical power, killing the three men. With the casters killed, the magic of the ritual went wild and destroyed the tower that Rain had been held in. he survived the incident though most of those present in the tower were killed.

The investigation that followed led to the destruction and imprisonment of most of the Rand family with one very unexpected exception. Lady Lucia petitioned the king to allow her to take Liguel Rand into her family. Not only that, but she proposed an arranged marriage between the only daughter of the Rand family and her own son, Rain.

She did this for two reasons. First, it would allow her to gain control of the Rand estate and fortune which was considerable, and second, Rain’s part in the events had made him the center of the court’s attention. There were many young maidens flirting with him, and his mother did not like this one bit. She saw these girls as vultures trying to worm their way into her family. By marrying her son to Liguel, a girl with no power, Lady Lucia would maintain control over her house and its future. There was just one problem, Rain wanted nothing to do with it.

For the first time in his life, Rain confronted his mother. He was incensed at her callous disregard for his feelings. He asked how she could do this to him, to not only take the woman who tormented him under her roof but to force him to spend the rest of his life with her, especially after her family had tried to kill him. His mother dismissed his outrage as childish which only angered him further. He demanded to know why his mother didn’t love him and, having an epiphany, asked her what she knew about what had happened to him. His mother revealed that Rain had been born still born. His father had been unable to accept it and took him into his study for several hours. During this time a massive storm formed out of nowhere. Then, she heard the sound of a baby crying from the room. When she looked inside, she found his father dead, having cut his wrists and drawn a magic circle on the floor in his blood, and there in the center of it was Rain, inexplicably alive.

Faced with the horrifying revelation about his own existence and unwilling to marry the woman who had tormented him most of his life, Rain did what many neglected youths do, he ran away from home. Now he wanders aimlessly, struggling just to survive while trying to uncover the nature of the being that inhabits him.

What you'd like to get from this game:

 

I'd like the chance to explore Rains condition as well as be confronted by liguel at some point

RPG Safety Tools: I'm fine with anything

NPCs

Friend: Mira Ross, a blond-haired tomboy who likes to fight, Mira is the twin sister of millet. Both of them were chased out of their village due to a superstition that twins are the offspring of the devil. They found a kindred spirit in Rain who accepts them without fear or judgment. Mira is very protective of rain and her younger sister.

Friend: Millet Ross, a blond-haired mage who is more lady like than her older sister Mira. Millet is sensitive and caring, often acting as emotional support to Rain.

Hostile: Liguel Rand, a black haired beauty who is the sole heir to the ruined Rand family. Liguel bullied Rain with her brothers and blames him for the deaths of her family. She is offended that she has to marry him, but even more so that he refused and ran off. She knows that her future depends on this marriage and will go to any lengths to make it happen.

It’s complicated: Lucia Ragnuis, Rains mother and known as the villainess, Lady Lucia is cold calculating and vicious. She sees her son as a tool but does want whats best for him, or at least her idea of whats best for him.


RP Sample:

 

“How could you do this to me?” Rain shouted. His normal gentle features and voice twisted in anger.

“I’m doing this for you, why can’t you understand that?” his mother, Lady Lucia said. She had the same long golden hair as her son and fair features. Her delicate frame made her seem deceptively frail, but her expression was as hard and unyielding as iron.

“For me?” rain exclaimed incredulously. “Not only do you invite my tormentor to live under the same roof as I, but you arranged for her to marry me! Do you have any idea what she’s done to me? her family tried to murder me!”

“Her family’s sins are not her own. Stop dwelling on the past. This is about your future.” His move responded dismissively.

“What future?” Rain asked. “Being married to a woman who made my life a living hell? I do not love her!”

“What does love have to do with marriage?” His mother asked angrily. “Marriage is about survival and mutual benefit. She has no house, no family, and no future. Stop being childish.”

Rain stared at her in disbelief. “You care so much for her, and so little for me,” he said. “Why?”

His mother looked away, uncomfortably. “You exaggerate.”

“Do I?” Rain asked. “Not once in my entire life have you ever told me you loved me. Not once have you ever embraced me. not once have you ever shown me affection. You treat me like I’m some dog you never wanted.” Rain stared at his mother’s discomfort, and a disquieting thought occurred to him. “Mother, do you know how I survived that explosion that destroyed te tower and killed Liguel’s family? Something happened to me. Something strange. You know, don’t you.”

Lady Lucia turned to look back at her son, and he could see the disquiet in her eyes. “What am i?” Rain asked.

“My son,” his mother answered simply.

“What else?" Rain persisted.

His mother hesitated before answering, “I don’t know. The day you were born, you were stillborn. Your father was distraught. He took you into his study, and an hour later a violent storm suddenly appeared. Shortly after that, I heard the sound of a baby crying in his study. When I looked inside, there was Marko lying dead on the floor, his wrist cut open, his blood all over the floor. He had used it to draw a magic circle, and in the center of that circle was you, alive and crying.”

Rain stumbled backwards, grabbing onto a nearby chair to support himself as he reeled from the revelation. His mind struggled to process the implications of his mother’s words. So many questions. What was he? What was that entity that compelled him to kill? What did it mean by its precious vessel? So many questions and no answers. But Rain did understand one thing. This place was no longer his home.

Theme song: I feel like a monster

[ElderOblex]

This was a great funnel experience, and I can vouch for @Montage's dedication and investment to this game! Sadly I don't have the bandwidth for it anymore, but I do recommend this game, its DM and the current players!

[penbeast0]

 

Handsy, the barmaid's nightmare -- grappling with reach! Race: Bugbear Class: Barbarian 1/Valor Bard 5 Background: Celebrity Scion What I see reflected in the window: Not big, for a bugbear, but quite huge for anyone else, Handsy stands a few inches short of a proper 7' but makes up for it with freakishly long arms and huge hands. Powerfully muscled, he tends to dress to impress in bright colored pantaloons and contrasting vests over his bare (no pun intended) chest. His claws are kept trimmed and oiled, his teeth clean, and he smiles a lot, which if you don't know him isn't necessarily a reassuring thing. Handsy thinks of himself as quite the handsome young man, but there aren't a lot of civilized bugbears outside of his large and somewhat notorious family. So, he has made passes at most, if not all, of the barmaids in the region and those that have taken him up on it haven't complained. He tends to hum when he is concentrating or focusing his attention elsewhere, not rudely or off-key, but in an absent minded way. My Story: Handsy (short for Hansel which he hates) was not raised like most bugbears. No hand to mouth survival by ambush in the dark, monster infested woods. No, his father was the bugbear barbarian, Grimm. Handsy and his family owed a great debt to Volo, the famous wizard and chronicler. If he had killed Grimm when they found him trapped in the woods, life would have been nonexistent for the bugbear and his family. Instead, he did something no one else had done that Handsy had ever heard of, he signed him on as an adventurer. An adventuring bugbear, who would have thought it before Volo. But Handsy didn't want to be his father. Trained in the barbarian fighting styles from birth, along with his 4 brothers and 8 sisters, Handsy just didn't really enjoy swinging a big axe and bellowing crude taunts. Maybe because he was only a small 6'6 runt of the littler, Handsy developed a more articulate, or at least snarky, line of retorts. And then he found his true calling, BARS! Bars were everything to Handsy. Not just the alcohol, though he loved a good humming ale. But everything about them. He became a dab hand at darts, an expert at chatting up barmaids, and absolutely loved karaoke. Bugbear karaoke, at first everyone just moaned and groaned at the thought. But Handsy kept at it, developing a nice baritone range and learning a lot of popular favorites. Not so much the clap along drinking songs and rude humorous ones, but love ballads too. After all, no one looking at him would ever see that coming unless they had heard him before. He hadn't left the instincts for ambush completely behind. And he still adventured and fought. His father would have disowned him otherwise and he would miss the great family dinners too much. But he learned different tricks. His family's freakishly long arms and huge hands let him grab and hold opponents for his party to beat on. He carried a couple of daggers in his belt and his love of darts extended to the heavier fighting darts usable in the field. And then there was the dwarf tossing . . . uh, never mind. A tale told: "Oh, you want to hear the slothydra story. . . . Shattered timber and broken bones littered the stony beach at the mouth of the cave. The shrieking of the creature's many mouths drowned out the pitiful cries of pain from those injured and dying. A rain of bloody spray splatters on the group as the weaving necks of the Slothydra's cruel faces flung a half-eaten rower back into the churning water of the bay. Dozens of arrows jutted at wild angles from the creature's slick hide. Gaping wounds and smoldering flesh show the oozing places where it had been struck by attacks of both weapon and spell. One of the creatures five heads had been cut clean off at the neck and the disconnected piece writhes with spastic movement in the shallow water. Jemm, the cleric, turned to me, clutching a gaping wound in his stomach to hold in his own viscera. He bellows over the cacophony, 'She's on her last legs! Finish her!' It wasn't her legs I was worried about though. I had two of her necks gripped tightly just below the fangs and one had been cut through, but that left two more than I had hands. I knew that if I let go either neck, she would have too great an advantage against the 4 of us left, so I couldn't draw and use a weapon, even if I could get through her thick hide. What could I do? Well, to finish the story, I bit her, right in her bulging ugly eye. It popped like a blister, spraying fluid all over me and tasted like bloody pus. First one head, then the next while one of her free heads was chomping at my thigh. I still have the scar right here if you want to see it? No? Okay. Well, I blinded those two heads while she flailed around, then caught the head threatening my most precious assets and gripped it and twisted. I used all my remaining strength and, well, it didn't help as that sucker's hide was thicker than my brother Korky's skull. Fortunately, I had friends. Young Blaik there is the real hero. He made a mighty stab up through that head's windpipe and severed an artery. Now there were 4 heads flailing around but not really threatening and the three of us were able to team up on the last one. Blaik got the last blow in on that one too, he is the real Slothydra killer, the hero of the Dunn's beach. C'mon Blaik, stand up and take a bow! Oh look, he's shy. You need to snap him up quick there Marla, shy hero types never last long. Meanwhile, bring another round please, on me. TO BLAIK THE SLOTHYDRA SLAYER!"

What you'd like to get from this game: Same as Handsy. Good fun and a chance to make and tell stories and enjoy myself with well-met chance companions.

Triggers: I'm fine with pretty much anything you will find on this site. The only thing I've ever had trouble with on this site is people slowing down or dropping out without notifying anyone thus making the experience far less enjoyable for everyone else. I understand RL can get in the way, just let us all know when it does.

Great companions I have met along the way: Handsy's latest adventure just ended and he will certainly miss these friends.

Gilk, a lizardman barbarian who is even bigger and gentler than Handsy, though certainly quieter. Gilk and I have drunk strange brews together, travelled strange lands together, and faced the strange expectations of people confronted with large, fearsome looking monsters who turn out to be hardly monstrous at all. He was and is a kindred spirit and a creature I am proud to call my friend.

Grimroot, a quiet, scholarly leshy druid. Grimroot is not one for drinking and stories, though I still think if we could get him to drink, we could get some wonderful stories from him as he is a wise and experienced person. Still, his healing and perception has saved my hide and I owe him at least a place in the story of my adventures.

Rachel Moonfrost, a fairy and a drakewarden, and her small but ferocious companion, Saza the Immortal. Someone has to scout, spy, and search out trouble in order to make good stories and Rachel served that role well. I have not shared as much with her as with Gilk, but I would be honored if she ever called upon me for help in any way.

A good enemy defines a hero just as his friends define a man: My companions are the original work of others here on this site; the villains are from an adventure I ran for others.

The summoner in red: The Slothydra we killed above was one of, but hardly the first, of his pets. Some of my former companions and I tracked him across dank swamps and fetid jungles but never caught more than a hint of his presence and some words of a dying man. However, I would like to think we were a thorn in his side, getting in the way of his schemes for power and forcing him to flee and hide. Hopefully he is still out there somewhere, nursing his grudge and plotting revenge. Our story with him was never finished.

The bullies of The Reluctant Maiden: When a group of bad men decide to gang up on what seems to be a solitary and vulnerable woman, may there always be a fiendly bugbear watching from the shadows to break up their "fun" and send them bleeding and fleeing into the night. Though the gratitude and reward of the apparent victim was hardly what you would expect for a rescuing hero. Must have been the fangs.

[penbeast0]

Burny Character name: Fire Burns Brightly, AKA "Burny" Race: rock gnome Class: Necromancy Wizard Background: Guild Wizard (custom) Personality: Burny is normally cheerful, full of energy, a bit scatterbrained. She always wants to please everyone but doesn't always succeed. Her problem is that she obsesses over what she sees as her addiction to death. She loses focus when people are talking about anything else, her necromancy spells work better than her "normal" ones, she listens to the acoustic equivalent of My Chemical Romance, and worst of all, she has a tendency to tell people about her struggles with this obsession and why she is powerless to do anything about it. Sometimes, you just want to pick her up and shake her until she either accepts it or just snaps out of it. Physical Description: Burny is short, a bit plump, with blotchy skin, and a face that seems a bit out of balance. Her nose is too big, her chin recedes, and she isn't the most coordinated person in the world either. On the other hand, she smiles a lot, is nice to everyone around her, and while her laugh is a bit screechy, she seems to genuinely like the people she is with. Backstory: The daughter of two gnome wizards, Burny was trained early in magic. Her father hoped she would be a divination wizard like her mother or maybe an abjuration wizard like him. But, very early on, she seemed to fixate on necromancy. Invisible hands (mage hand and chill touch), reading every trashy vampire novel ever written, a few Wednesday Addams moments with her dolls, her bent for the magic of death and the undead colored her life. Her parents did everything they could to discourage it, from time outs to having her talk to the cities resident expert on personality and insight. But she just wanted to shrink head. Literally. As a good daughter, she went on to Magical Academy and being naturally proficient and well trained, she graduate with honors. Then she took service with her parents' noble and settled into a straightforward, but boring, life among the living. It was an easy life and a good living, but the dead kept calling her back. She tried to go without necromancy, which is naturally frowned on among reputable mages, but always ended up sneaking over to the graveyard and casting just slightly inappropriate spells. Despite her best efforts, people noticed and people whispered, and the lord "suggested" she join this very prestigious company of heroes that had been doing amazing things. So, now Burny is in the army. A promotion! But she knows better. What you'd like to get from this game: I'm just looking for fun with this character. I'd love to make friends, tell stories, and provide a little light entertainment for this adventure. Burny isn't going to be a character to brood, hog the spotlight, or betray her friends; she just wants to enjoy her life and find a few good corpses to keep around for company. Party Role: In addition to being another spellcaster, Burny is a tinkerer, a fixer, and her skeletons provide bodies to soak damage and occupy opponents while her ghost(s) can provide scouting and some degree of battlefield control. When she gets 4th level spells, she will be able to provide a skeleton guard to each of the more vulnerable members of the party (including, of course, herself).   RPG Safety Tools: I'm not easy to trigger. Bullying others will do it; especially if the victims don't fight back. People who commit to games then quit posting with no explanation leaving everyone else waiting on them to advance the action. But other than that, I've never had a problem here. People in my life: Mom and Dad: They are both still alive, both contract wizards (Mom is a divination wizard, Dad is a scribe), and both worried about me. I talk to them pretty regularly but it's not like we actually communicate. We just go through the ritual of saying the same things that we've been saying since I apprenticed to the college at 13 without actually telling each other anything. Roget the Mortician. He caught me hanging around his workrooms but instead of going off into some kind of tantrum, he was right decent about it. We got to talking regularly; he's shown me how to make a corpse look real life-like and all. Roget may be old but he's surprisingly strong. I guess it's all the digging and stuff. The statue of Jeannette Clarke. Jeannie, as I call her, is probably buried there. I'm not completely sure as the statue is older than I am. But I like to think so. Burny and Jeannie has a nice ring and Jeannie has a really kind face. When I get caught up in my troubles, she's the one I tell everything to. One nice thing about the dead; they aren't all judgy and everything. They listen real good. Jaime. Jaime and I, we were a thing and it was good, well, until it wasn't. He helped find a life outside my parents and we shared our interests. He was my first; but things didn't stay good. He was too into his necromancy. I mean, it attracted me at first, but he didn't have proper limits. He talked about killing people to use their corpses and stuff. I mean, ugh, that's just wrong. And it didn't help that I seemed to have more of a natural gift for it than he did. He had to sweat and work and memorize everything; it all just seemed natural to me. I guess that was part of it too. But I miss the company and the having someone to share troubles with. We had a deal that if one of us died, the other would bring them back and take care of them. How many people could you say that about?   https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=92581

[Berith]

Application Name: Ootinee, known to most as "Slither" and to a few as "Lucky" Race: Kobold Class: Scout rogue 5 Alignment: Neutral good Appearance: While most humanoids won't bother to look downward to see Slither, those who do can't help but note his densely muscled form and bright green, slitted eyes that scarce seem to blink. Add the uncanny stillness that only a lifelong hunter can possess, and the overall effect is more reminiscent of a crocodile than anything else. But no crocodile has emerald eyes, let alone a pair that gleam with an intelligence, cunning, and a flash of magic that can only come from a draconic lineage. Personality: Slither is cool and unflappable under most circumstances, but crowds, particularly crowds of bigger creatures, make him uneasy. For that reason, and others, he prefers small towns to big cities, and the wilds above all. He can't help but be deeply loyal to whomever he sees as his pack, which is one of the reasons he prefers the more solitary life of the guide. It's easy to forget that "cool" doesn't mean apathetic - Slither has a predator's nature, and enjoys the thrill of fighting hand to hand after the hunt. Backstory: Like most Kobolds, Slither endured a wretched early life, shoved to the margins. Unlike most Kobolds, Slither beat some of the odds, caught a break or two, and managed to claw out a better existence than most. Longer, for sure, and that's a start. Born second to last in a clutch of fourteen, only one made it to their second birthday. There's the origin of the childhood nickname, "Lucky". The only one who made it. Sickness, hunger, neglect, and probably fratricide did for the rest. But Slither was strong and quick, and, best yet, had more of the look of a dragon than most Kobolds. That gives status, and was amplified by the young survivor's apparent good favor and the literal spark of magic that was sometimes apparent. No Kobold is coddled, but the fates aligned to afford Slither options. The young one admired the hunters, the few who ranged outside the squalid town, the band within the band. The hunters were happy to welcome the dragon-blooded one called "Lucky", and the match was a good one indeed. Slither was at home in the grasslands surrounding their town, and developed into a capable hunter and fighter. But the horizon called to him early, and never let up. Slither found himself ranging farther and farther, spending days and then weeks on his own - hunting, exploring, and observing the world around him. Some years passed, and those years brought Slither to Rach'Dinai. A misunderstanding about a stag brought Slither to the attention of Grand Duke Bedegar, and therewith into his army. But the Grand Duke was wise enough to allow the scout to pay off his debt, and at the right time offer the Kobold the chance to join a secret company... My goals/aims: I hope to have a good time contributing to some new adventures with new people. I haven't really gotten the chance to play rogue much, and I'm interested in how this character develops. Safety: Everything is fine at RPGx's PG-13 level Friendly NPC 1Meraun Divolin: Meraun, a tall Half-Drow who is thin to the point of emaciation, is the captain of the scout company in which Slither served until recently. A former slave, Divolin is a pessimist who nurses grudges. However, he is both an effective administrator and a quietly selfless leader who puts his people in position to succeed without being much noticed. Friendly NPC 2Meepo: Meepo is an elderly (at least 45 now!) Kobold from Slither's home settlement. At least, that's where he was, the last time Slither passed through there. Meepo's an odd one...not only is he old, he's had adventures. With humans. And an Elf, even. Meepo had a wooden shield, from those olden days, and a real crossbow that could kill you quick, if it still had its string. And an arrow. Hostile NPCHamner Sitsk: It wasn't Slither's fault that Ozgur died, people die all the time in war. That didn't stop Ozgur's brother from blaming him, though. Meraun said that the man was grieving, Oz being his twin and all. That didn't make much sense to Slither, but he was well used to the many differences between his kind and others by now. Having to raise the bard's seven kids probably didn't endear Slither to the man, either, Slither figured. No matter how you sliced it, it was inconvenient having the man in his life, trying to make trouble.

[Jrod]

Application=WIP Name: Grimash Coalborn Race: Dragonborn - Red (Chromatic - Fizban's Treasury of Dragons) Class: Artificer - Armorer Background: Soldier Alignment: Lawful Neutral Feat: Dual wielder Personality: Grimash is a battle washed, proud Dragonborn harnessing all the stereo types associated with his kind. Grimash is a straight forward, no guff, spade calling, competitive Alpha type. He has a fun filled and crude sense of humor. He enjoys muddling around with magic, especially types he doesn’t understand. Grim is not above a good old fashioned tavern brawl, and falls victim to good smoke and almost any ale on too many occasion. Description: Equal in size to many his kin, and average of stature. Grim is a large, red skinned, scaly Humanoid dragon who stands on a set of monstrously stout legs. A crooked set of horns crown his cap, bending backwards and away from his scalp. His left arm is entirely mechanical, forged of onyx ore and permanently attached to his person. He dons a complimentary set of dark Bronze colored armor, inlaid with runic magic. An artisans belt full of various tools and chain wrap his waste comfortably. He Wields his favored weapon in his War hammer, Splat. A particularly creative and destructive hammer augmented with its own ancient magic. Backstory: Succumbed by rage and tricked into following a particularly nasty and intelligent troll into his lair. Their, the Dragonborn Grimash was tested beyond all measures of battle proficiency, for Slogoth the troll was unbearably a more fierce opponent. Slogoth literally tearing the left arm of the dragon clear from his body. Broken and left for dead, his battalion was able to retrieve his body from behind enemy lines. Grim spent months in recovery, healing a tattered and broken body. Even the clans most experienced healers could not make him whole, so they experimented. Rehabilitation was a long and extensive process, but the stubborn nature of the dragonborn was a tool of its own and one to be utilized. Grimash Re purposed himself with a need to contribute beyond a physical presence, defying the overwhelming complications that arose with his new body. His motivation being derived from the healers and scientists who pieced him back together. He is now known to expend his talents both on the battlefield and off. Protecting his Ally’s , repairing what is broken, and tracking down his most potent enemy. What I would like to get from this game: A sense of wonderment filled with exploration, intrigue and combat. Grande character building. Heroism. NPC #1 - Doctor Revenus bloodcloth, Lizardfolk Cleric. lead surgeon responsible for putting Grimash back together. The two have kindled a like minded friendship and appreciation for technology. NPC#2 - Malaki, a fence who Grimash barters with. Malaki is a runt Kobold thief and swindler. NPC#3 (hostile) - Slogoth the wild. A terribly nasty and intelligent troll. Known to some as the dragon eater. Grimash views Slogoth as his arch nemesis and seeks vengeance upon him. Safety tools: I am open to everything.

[lydklein]

Checking out the info on magic. What catagory would sorcerers, bards, and/or warlock magics fall under?

[MontageManiac]

Hey folks! Thanks so much for the interest!

Just wanted to write and say I’ll be posting feedback soonish, and may push the deadline a week due to work starting suddenly for me and other factors.

Overall note: any way you want to apply is great, just please make it easy to read so I’m not struggling to find info. A lot of you are doing the field set approach, love it, that’s great.

Let me know if you have any lore questions about my world where the game takes place. A few quick notes to get you started:

Magic is highly controlled and licensed. You’re either working for the church, state (army usually, city watch, or black mage enforcement), a recognized academy of magic or college of barding, or you’re a noble and mommy and daddy bought you a license. That or you’re a black mage… and that COULD be dicey.

If you’re a Dragonborn, there’s only 1 country outside the major Dragonborn empire where Dragonborn, humans, and elves cohabitate without it being highly authoritarian, otherwise you’d be coming from a country that is a major global power and likely have some arrogant baggage heaped on you.

If you’re looking to be a noble you’re probably going to be in the starting country, so think about that.

If you’re a mage or magic user there’s academy’s of learning in nearby countries but it’s going to be elven controlled it closest, or a guild run city that excavates dragon hordes and has a tight control on magic item sales and exports. Think Ravnica.

Let me know if that doesn’t cover what you’re thinking.

[lydklein]

That's very helpful, thank you!