[D&D-5e] The Closing Calamity in the Crags

[Noquarter19]

App is done. A few loose ends with equipment, but I should get that done tonight.

[Master of Monsters]

Tick tock. Getting nervous xD Almost time.

[PalladiaMors]

Finished my character sheet but then forgot to link it because derp. It's in there now though.

[Drachenspirit]

Got it PalladiaMors.

Anyone else notice a trend here with the Apps? What Role is completely missing?

[Corwin]

If you're looking for a tanky sort, I have one lying around that could be reskinned pretty quickly

[Saratek]

Originally Posted by Drachenspirit

Anyone else notice a trend here with the Apps? What Role is completely missing?

Based on the benefit of you asking for Character Sheets and being able to see builds, I'm at a loss for what role you say is missing.

I see a lot of characters filling multiple roles within the same build. I'd say the only thing really lacking are High-AC "tanky" types, but there are DPR characters with effects that can boost their "tankiness" to make up for a lack of 18+ AC and High Starting HP.

I do see a lot of characters using staffs, though...

I very well could be wrong.

[Master of Monsters]

Originally Posted by Saratek

I do see a lot of characters using staffs, though...

I very well could be wrong.

Hey, do not hate on my quarterstaff! Its a stick. I'll wack you with it!

I believe my monk/cleric is at 17 ac/30 hp, thats almost tanky XD

[Saratek]

Originally Posted by Master of Monsters

Hey, not hate the quarter staff! Its a stick. I'll wack you with it!

I believe my monk/cleric is at 17 ac/30 hp, thats almost tanky XD

Very similar for my Monk...

My ability roll wasn't as lucky as yours.

[PalladiaMors]

Zeph is not tanky, she has rogue AC and is a ranged combatant who doesn't like fighting. But should work well with the high-charisma crowd.

If there is a need for a tanky sort I have another char I can throw in since there does seem to be a plethora of rogues.

[Kshnik]

Will have app up by tomorrow morning.
Life Cleric 15/Ranger 5 Primeval Guardian Conclave
Level 3. Cleric 1/Ranger 2
Firbolg

Just want to check to see if this UA Ranger subclass allowed first

[Noquarter19]

Originally Posted by Noquarter19

App is done. A few loose ends with equipment, but I should get that done tonight.

Revised app to include comments from PM, sheet is now done. Look forward to being considered.

[Drachenspirit]

@Kshnik - Yes, this subclass will be allowed.

@Noquarter19 - updated

[Kshnik]

”Firbolg” Character Name: Makan the Lumberjack Race: Firbolg Class: Cleric 1/ Ranger 2 Background: Sailor Personality Trait: I enjoy being out in nature; poor weather never sours my mood. I face problems head-on. A simple, direct solution is the best path to success. Ideal: Fairness. We all do the work, so we all share in the rewards. Bond: I must set an example of hope for those who have given up. Flaw: I become irrational when the innocent are hurt. Makan stood two hands over seven feet tall. His skin the color of stone, marble with tattoos and spots of blue. He had cherry red hair with one small part, on the right side, that was raven black. He wore chainmail armor, a shield, with the emblem of a silverhaft axe overlaid on a mountain, carried multiple weapons; his preference being a spear but he still carried an axe from his community and a belaying pin from his ship. Makan was born on the Moonshae Isles high up in the mountains of Norland. He lived in a small community where every individual's voice is heard. The community felt that they were the caretakers of their lands. They farmed a little, more for the medicines and to supplement their diets, while they spent most of their time hunting and gathering their food. As he grew he felt a calling from Grond Peaksmasher and began to study underneath the community priest. His main chore, within the community, outside of these studies, was to find and chop the trees. It was in his thirtieth year when Grond spoke to him. Directing him to leave the community to learn what he could from the rest of the lands. Makan spent a year exploring the Isles when at the end he ended up at a port. Even though he didn’t have any skill as a sailor, his skills as a healer and fighter, got him a job on a merchant ship. Once on the ship he learned how to be a rather decent sailor over the course of the next year. The ship was similar to his community; everyone had a voice. However, over the past month there has been a change. Captain and crew of the ship he was on have voted to switch from being a merchant vessel to a privateer. This new activity sounded too much like that of a pirate to Makan’s so he left at the next port. Luskan. Makan has only been in Luskan for a few days and decided that he needed to find work. He first went to the docks where he had a few contacts. This has led him to this place and with these people. Makan said a small prayer to Grond to tell him of his day and that he is still on the quest to learn.

[Drachenspirit]

Great apps everyone. Gonna be tough to choose. I see one or two standouts by what I'm looking for to join the current group, but currently the other 6 spots are all up for grabs.

And yep, don't see any Tanks in the mix. With the adventure I got planned, I'm just not sure if that will make it tougher or not.
Less than 5 hours to deadline.

[PalladiaMors]

I made a second app since there seemed to be a need for a tank. Didn't quite get this guy done for a prior game, hopefully this time I got it in.

Lyranoth L'ssalis of the Deepscale Clan Name: Lyranoth Race: Lizardfolk Class: Barbarian/Fighter multiclass at 4 Role: Tank Background: Outlander Trait: Nature teaches better than men, but most people do not know how to listen. Trait: I have no time for subtlety, deception, or convoluted plans. Direct and decisive action brings the best results. Ideal: Teach the foolish, protect the weak, and harden the soft. This way they can protect themselves. Bond: My clan has risen above their baser instincts, it is my duty to ensure that they continue this path and that I do not betray it. Flaw: I quickly dismiss those deemed foolish or useless. Much time and effort is needed to change my mind.   Lyranoth is tall even by lizardfolk standards, coming it at just under seven feet in height. Strong and muscular to match his height, he cuts an imposing figure to say the least. A long tail trails behind him with dark green ridges running from the top of his head, down his back, and over the length of the tail. Most of his scales are a deep, forest green in color with a paler shade on his chest and stomach, though all things considered to an outside observer he doesn't look overly noteworthy compared to the "typical" lizardfolk. He dresses simply in a wide leather breechcloth with wraps around his ankles, shins, and forearms, having neither need nor use for much else. Sharp green eyes keep a careful watch on things around him, and a careful observer would notice an uncharacteristic intelligence behind them. While it would be easy to dismiss Lyranoth as a savage brute given his appearance, such an assumption would be woefully inaccurate. He's far more intelligent than most would suspect, and those who expect growls, snarls, and hissing would be surprised to find he's perfectly capable of speaking in an intelligent manner. Typically though he doesn't say much, preferring not to waste words. While his command over the common tongue is not great, it's not because he's unintelligent, but because it's his third language. Those who speak to him in draconic or elvish would find him surprisingly eloquent.   Lyranoth originally hails from a fair-sized settlement of lizardfolk located in the Evermoors, not far from an elven settlement. While ordinarily this would be a source of great contention and conflict, the two people have lived in peace for generations. Largely this has been due to the Deepscale clan's reverence for their shaman, spiritual leader of the tribe and whose voice carries the greatest weight. For as long as the tribe's history dates the tribe's shaman has revered Mielikki, Lady of the Forests, though their own interpretation of her is a bit different than that of man and elf. According to tales passed down through generations, the tribe once venerated Semuanya as do most other lizardfolk, but when the tribe was threatened with extinction they were saved by a druid of Mielikki. Seeing the worship of a goddess who actually helped them as superior to following one who did not, the tribe abandoned Semuanya and turned to the Lady of the Forests. Since that time they have had little concern for survival, the driving force behind most lizardfolk, and have been able to develop differently than their fellows. The Deepscale clan has a less alien mindset than other lizardfolk and are more advanced than others as well. This change in temperament also allowed the lizardfolk to live in harmony with nature and form an at times uneasy coexistence with the elven folk. Unfortunately the greed of men would disturb this peace several years ago. The Deepscale Shaman, Ss'ratha, had in her possession a scrying pool and idol with great diviniation powers. She would use the pool to commune with Mielikki and gain insight and guidance for her tribe. The pool was considered sacred and the tribe's greatest possession, the source of their spiritual focus. The pool, however, became known to a power-hungry wizard named Malethis, based near the city of Yartar. Though he possessed the power to take it by force, he was aware of the tribe's alliance with the elven folk and did not want to risk angering them. Fortunately for him, there will never be a shortage of naive dupes that will do most anything for you if you ask in the right way and provide sufficient reward. Malethis put out word through some of his contacts that he was looking for a group of adventurers to undertake a task of dire need. Not surprisingly, such a group was quick to investigate. He spun a tale of a dark idol that had fallen into the possession of a vicious and bloodthirsty tribe of lizardfolk who had been corrupted by its foul power. He possessed the means to cleanse the idol, but the tribe's shaman had prepared wards against his magic and he could not retrieve it himself. Were they to do so, however, not only would they stop a corrupting evil that had turned the tribe into aggressive man-eaters, but he would reward them for bringing back the idol intact so that he could cleanse the evil from it and use his magic to see where it had come from and who was behind such a diabolical plot. The brave, yet foolhardy, adventurers ate it up, and bound by a sense of duty, and a bit of greed, set out for the Deepscale settlement. Finding it wasn't difficult, as the tribe made no real effort to conceal their location. The adventurers ambushed a patrol, made their way to the settlement, and battle was joined. Many of the tribe were killed, the group facing stiffer resistance as they made they way towards the center of the settlement. But through luck, divine providence, or simple instincts, a cleric of Tyr with the party gave pause. The lizardfolk they had been battling hadn't been savage or mad, the descriptions of human remains and bloody sacrifice given by the wizard were entirely wrong. As the group engaged in battle with the shaman and her guardian, the cleric used his magic to survey not only the battle but the stone idol and pool. He found there was no evil, neither in the idol nor the lizardfolk defending it. He felt a stirring, perhaps a message from Tyr, that this was not just. Realization on his face, the cleric dropped his weapon, fell to his knees, and surrendered, ordering his fellows to stop. It took some effort for both sides to stop fighting, but with the aid of magic on both sides the two sides were separated and calmed. In the discussion that followed the truth became clear - the wizard Malethis was known to the shaman, for she had sensed him scrying on the village before and knew of his craving for their sacred pool. His deception was easily unraveled, and the cleric vowed that they would make things right. The shaman understood that the adventurers had merely been pawns, and though foolish, were likewise not the evil ones. The wounded were healed and a mutual agreement was struck - Malethis must pay for his treachery. In order to see justice done, the shaman would send her champion, Lyranoth, with them. Lyranoth was one of many warriors in the tribe, a hunter and guardian trained for the role since hatching. Gifted with size and strength he excelled in both pursuits, earning great respect within the tribe. When the elder guardian decided it was time to choose a successor, Lyranoth decided to offer himself up for trial, seeing it as an opportunity to serve his people in an even greater capacity. Through strength, skill, and tenacity he emerged victorious in a tournament of the tribe's warriors. He was tested by both the champion and the shaman, and passed the trials given. When the champion handed the mantle to him, he was infused with the strength of the champions before him, granted the power to call upon them for aid and in the defense of others. When he was ordered to accompany the invaders he balked at the prospect of abandoning his duty, but she insisted that this was his path. Unable to decline an order from the tribe's spiritual leader, he complied and accompanied the adventurers who had attacked his village on their quest to seek justice for it. Things were tense at first, but he proved himself quite capable in seeing Malethis slain for his evil. Though he intended to return home after the deed was done, a message sent by the shaman into his dreams told him such was not his path. He was to stay with them, and guard more than just a simple village. They were capable of taking care of themselves, he had a greater destiny. Lyranoth and the others eventually found their way to Neverwinter, finding themselves wrapped up in all manner of trials and adventures over the years. But in time two of the group had fallen in love and wished to retire from such a dangerous life to start a family. One decided to devote himself to greater magical studies, and the cleric of Tyr wanted to start a church. One by one they all went their separate ways, and Lyranoth now finds himself in Luskan, his former company disbanded. Though part of him feels duty-bound to return home, he knows the shaman told him he was not needed there and also knows she has the ability to call for him if needed, so he is torn. He would not be adverse to remaining in Luskan for other adventures and duties if they called to him. In the long-term he wishes to return home and use what he has learned in the outside world to make his people stronger, more independent, and help them rise above the nature and reputation of their more vicious and alien-minded brethren. But it seems he has more of the outside world to learn about first.