[D&D-5e] Really fun game by Drachenspirit

[WhovianBeast]

Add a parenthesis to the end.

Heartwood Armor (5e Equipment)
Armor (medium or heavy, but not hide), common

This armor is comprised of very durable wood. Due to its material, it is ideal for druids. Armor made from heartwood weighs half of it's normal weight, and any medium armor that imposes disadvantage on stealth checks no longer does when made of heartwood.

[Drachenspirit]

Yep, that worked.

Kshnik,
I'll allow it to purchase @ the 100 GP price.

[Kshnik]

Thanks. Outside of gold to spend app and sheet are complete.

[Silk]

I decided to double-check everything on Nim's character sheet and decided to change his Defensive Duelist feat to Squat Nimbleness, a racial feat from the Xanathar's Guide to Everything book.

Edit: Bought 10 more healing potions. I figure Nim has the money and space in his Bag of Holding. Besides, it's no health potion keg like Silim has

[Niyaga]

Enjoying reading everyone's apps. Some good characters here to make Drach's choice difficult

[Drachenspirit]

[Superstrength79]

Originally Posted by Niyaga

Enjoying reading everyone's apps. Some good characters here to make Drach's choice difficult

I liked making my application. Always good to branch out and try different character ideas. These days, I just start with a cool piece of art that I find online.

[The Rat Queen]

I like how characters tend to almost write their own backstories. You start with a basic idea, but each idea blossoms into a new one, like you're telling yourself a story, and you don't know what's going to happen until you get there.

[TheOneTrueClone]

You know what's fun? Losing track of time until an application deadline is upon you.

Applicaition Name: Lance Bishop Race: Tiefling Class: Monk (Drunken Master) Appearance: Lance is a purple-skinned tiefling of medium height. He tends to wear a brimmed hat over his sharply angled face. A series of scars speak of a life spent in a lot of combat. Background: Private Eye (Urban Bounty Hunter) Personality - Traits -I am incredibly slow to trust. Those who seem the fairest often have the most to hide. - I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me. Ideal - I'm loyal to my friends, not to any ideals, and everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all I care. Bond - Someone I loved died because of I mistake I made. That will never happen again. Flaw - If there's a plan, I'll forget it. If I don't forget it, I'll ignore it. Backstory: Waterdeep. The shining gem of the Sword Coast. Or so they’d have you believe. Maybe that’s true for the wealthy birds up in North Ward, but life gets a lot dirtier down by the docks. That’s where I’ve lived my life. I could go on about how hard life was. About how I was left behind the eight-ball after my parents bit the big one. But I ain’t looking for your pity. Never been one to wallow in the past, and I ain’t about to start. What’s important is I survived. And if I ran with a bad crowd for a time, what of it? I cut those ties long ago. When you’re a kid on the street, you gotta do what gotta do. If you make it long enough to leave, then you’re bound to have picked up some skills. Skills that can be used in straighter pursuits. That’s what I did. Turned my life around to become a detective. The private kind. My former associates weren’t too keen on my new line of work. Took a long time before I felt safe walking the streets alone. Gumshoeing ain’t the most rewarding business. Feels like there’s always another crook looking to put a pigsticker in your back. And you gotta be real careful who to trust. See, it wasn’t just me that broke off from the gang. There were two other boys with me. Samson and Vern. We had come up though the organization together, closer than brothers. Or so I thought. Turned out Vern had other values. When the price got right…well, let’s say it was a nasty affair. By the end of it both Vern and Samson were pushing up daisies. That’s how things go in this business. Been doing this for more than two decades now. I’ve had my highs and lows, but always manage to come out on top. Over the years, I’ve had all sorts of clients, but this new one might be the strangest - a dragon being imprisoned in a far-off citadel. It’s a bit outside my normal beat, but I’m still thinking of taking the job. There’s a lot of money on the line. Enough to pay off some old debts and expand the office. And if I get to rough up a few ogres on the way, that’s just a bonus. Overarching Goal - Find a way to take down Waterdeep’s largest crime families.   Shoulda known better than to trust a beautiful broad. Now here I was, tied to a chair with a bunch of uglies leering at me. How do I keep getting into these kinda spots? This was a small time gang, new to the scene. I had never even heard of ‘em until that blonde sauntered into my office. I doubt they’ll last past the month. It’s a big pond, and the little fish always end up eaten. A sharp slap to the face ended my musings. It was their leader, a scarred white dragonborn. Brutus. A very hands-on type of guy. I had to respect that. It was about the only thing about him I admired. He was growling some questions at me, tryin’ to make me squeal. If I knew anything about what he wanted, I might have. I didn’t have any stakes in whatever this was. Something about a Bronze Eagle. Worth a lot to a lot of people, it seemed. The dame had hired me to find it. Had said it belonged to her family, but had been missing for years. Surprise surprise, that had been a lie. Now she was long gone, and I was stuck here. I’ve gotten outta tougher spots. It just gets tiring. Just had to keep this brute yakking for another couple minutes. I had almost worked my way outta the ropes when we were interrupted by a soft feminine voice. It was the blonde dame who had gotten me into this mess. "I believe I have what your looking for, Brutus." she purred "but first, let him go. He doesn’t know anything." Brutus didn’t seem to believe her. I didn’t either, but that moment of hesitation was all I needed. I slipped off the ropes, and leveled the tough to the left of me. That was all the surprise I had. The rest of ‘em reacted faster than I woulda thought. Now it was a proper brawl. I didn’t come out completely clean. But I did come out on top. And it was all thanks to the blonde. I looked around for her, but she seemed to have vanished again. Typical. I never even got a proper name from her. Just what she was called - The Canary. I had a gut feeling that I’d been seeing her again. If I was very unlucky, it would be soon.   It was late evening. The city had been sweltering in the summer heat for the last week and a half. I was just starting to close up for the day when I heard a knock on the door. Turning around, I saw an young human male at the front of the room. Devin Rue. A guard recently transferred to North. I had helped with that. We had just cracked a big case together. Not every guard was fond of people in my line of work. The few that were were on the whole a good bunch. I asked him what I could do for him, offered him a drink. He seemed real upset about something. He took a seat at my desk. His hands were shaking when he took the bottle I offered. A few swigs settled him down some. It was still a good few minutes before he began to talk. As his story went on, I could see why he was so upset. There had been a murder up in North. A particularly gristly affair. But that wasn’t the worst part. Oh, no. All the evidence they had found was implicating him. He didn’t know what to do. As the new guy up there, he didn’t have a lot of friends. We had worked together in the past - could I look into it? I didn’t answer at first. See, my usual policy is to not involve myself in cases with my friends. You have to keep work separate from the rest of your life. Can’t have your judgement clouded when the spells started flying. But Devin was a good kid. He and his wife had just had a child. Surely I could break my rule this once? I noticed him starring at me expectantly. He had hope in his eyes. Hope that I would help him. I might be the last chance he had. I made my mind up. I told him I’d help, of course I’d help. Anything he needed. He visibly relaxed. I wasn’t convinced I could actually do much. But I knew I had to try. Character Sheet - https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=85405

[PalladiaMors]

Isn't it though?

Lyranoth L'ssalis of the Deepscale Clan Name: Lyranoth Race: Lizardfolk Class: Barbarian/Fighter 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 holds long and proud traditions and codes. Because I am their champion, I must uphold them. 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 Reaching Woods, not far from an elven settlement. While ordinarily this would be a source of great contention and conflict, the two have lived in peace for generations. Largely this has been due to the Deepscale clan's reverence for their shaman, considered 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 was 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 stone 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 in the city of Scornubel. 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 set out from Scornubel to Baldur's Gate, 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, at which point Lyranoth felt it was finally time to return home. Upon doing so however Ss'ratha told him that his destiny was still not complete, and that he should be expecting a call to even greater things soon. It was the following night when he received the vision from the dragon, the shaman proving correct once again. There was no hesitation in accepting, he felt this was his duty. He doesn't know if this is his "greater destiny" or merely another step along that path, but isn't concerned with such philosophical matters. He has a duty to uphold the will of his tribe's spiritual leader, and she has directed him to heed the call of his dreams.   Lyranoth had led the others through the subterranean caverns deep outside of Scornubel looking for the wizard who had deceived those with him in an attempt to kill off his tribe and steal their most sacred relic. For such intense stakes he was surprisingly calm about it. The others had been seething and promising retribution for the wizard's actions, but the lizardfolk, who had every reason to be the angriest, remained stoic and aloof. He held a hand out as he entered a small cavern, the entire length of which was bisected by a chasm. "He went this way, I can smell the sulfur on his robes," he reported as he approached the chasm. "So how d'we get across?" asked the dwarven warrior beside him as the bearded one shuffled up ahead to get a look at the chasm. It was deep, deep enough that when he kicked a rock into it he couldn't hear it strike the bottom. "I can throw the small one across and she can tie a rope off," Lyranoth answered, looking down to the nimble halfling coming up behind them, an irritated expression falling over her features. "We're na throwin' the halfling across," the dwarf groaned, rolling his eyes skyward. "I have a name! It's Kira!" she objected, moving closer to get a look at the chasm herself. "And no, we're not throwing me across! Hey Basil, can't you fly? I've seen you fly!" she asked of the scholarly-looking man in a robe bringing up the rear. "I didn't prepare that spell. We were going underground, I didn't think it would be useful!" Basil replied. Prepare some anti-wizard spells the others had told him, nothing about Fly. "Friggin' wizards," muttered the dwarf, not shy about showing his disdain for magic. Lyranoth meanwhile was just staring at the lot of them, thinking to himself that this entire group was full of morons. "I got it! You know those big-assed mushrooms we passed back there? I got an axe! He got an axe! We can chop some down, drag 'em here, and build a bridge!" the dwarf exclaimed, looking to the others. There was a general, though silent consensus that this was probably a good idea, if only because nobody else seemed to be thinking of one. The dwarf started to turn back, as did the wizard, but their retreat was cut off by a sudden high pitched scream as Kira found herself flying through the air over the chasm, trailing one end of a rope behind her. She landed with a graceful roll on the other side, letting out a loud oof as she collided with a stalagmite. Lyranoth was already picking up the end of the rope and wrapping it around his forearm, bracing his weight against a stalagmite on their side. "Your plan was stupid. I threw the halfling across. Tie the rope off over there, I will tie it here, and we get across," he called out to her, barely audible over the string of swearing she was sending back. There was a round of arguing and complaints from his side, but, problem solved. And that was all he was concerned about. Why these people needed to overcomplicate everything he had no idea.   "Would you cease your yowling! I told you, stay behind me, but no, you see something shiny and magic, and just go run ahead!" the lizardfolk scolded the wounded human wizard, having yanked him back behind cover moments before. But not before several arrows launched from magical statues at the end of the hallway pierced his flesh, causing the wizard to cry out in pain and start flailing his arms. Basil had little to offer as a retort, other than whimpering and pleading with Joseph the cleric of Tyr to get the arrows out in case they were poisoned and to heal him quickly before someone sprung an ambush on them. Kira and Turrigan simply rolled their eyes in agreement at Lyranoth's assessment. Though they had plenty of disagreements so far, especially after he grabbed the halfling by the back of her jacket and hurled her across a bottomless chasm, they couldn't disagree with his dressing-down of the impetuous mage. This wasn't the first time he had led with his face and caused problems, probably wouldn't be the last either. "How was I supposed to know it was trapped!" the wizard finally managed to blurt out as the cleric's healing magic washed over him. "You could've waited for me to check! You have to be the stupidest smart guy I've ever-" Kira spat, no less fond of his constant devaluing of her own abilities in favor of his "mighty" magic. "Enough!" shouted the lizardfolk, causing his new, short companion to balk. "All you do is argue, I cannot understand how you could fight through our guards to begin with! I swear by the elders, I have a duty to see this done but you all have done nothing but bicker like hatchlings!" he growled at the group behind him. Turrigan hefted his axe, taking great offense at the words of the scaly warrior sent along with them, but the others lowered their eyes in shameful admission that he was right. It was odd hearing Lyranoth chastise them like this, he had said very little so far that wasn't spoken with his own axe, but it seemed he had reached something of a breaking point. "I am going to raise my shield and charge to end of hallway. Maybe they are out of arrows, maybe not, but I am tired of listening to you fight! We have one enemy here, the spell user who sent you on fool's errand and is now hiding down here! I should not be the one trying to get you to not be stupid! Something is wrong when rak'ta barbarian is only one who is making sense," he grumbled as he did as he promised, holding his shield up and charging around the corner at the stone statues spitting arrows at the end of the hall. Hopefully the others would take advantage of the cover he was providing to charge up and destroy the arrow-launching statues, but at this point he didn't much care.

[Ghost6442]

I'm not done writing Frulr's backstory, but he now have Character sheet!

[Drachenspirit]

Alright.
See post HERE.

I will NOW... begin selection, though I've kind of started a bit by reading through apps and such in some quick moments I had over my long last week ordeal as mentioned above.

APPLICATIONS ARE CLOSED

[Drachenspirit]

If I could, I would take all completed applications. That's a testament to the quality and time everyone put into your apps.
So, without further Adieu, here's the accepted Players list:

ACCEPTED PLAYER LIST

RPGX Member	Character Name	Class	Race
WhovianBeast	Khyba	Paladin	Half-Orc
Niyaga	The Malavian	Wizard	Human
superstrength79	Bizender	Fighter/Wizard	Warforged
The Rat Queen	Helja Balderk	Cleric - Life Domain	Gold Dwarf
Silk	"Nim"	Rogue - Arcane Trickster	Gnome
Ghost6442	Frulr, Bear of Narfell	Barbarian/ Rogue	Human

If you are in the above list, please head on over to the forum, and fully complete your character sheets. Also, say hi and get to know the other characters as your character will have heard of all the others is some form or fashion at the first meeting.

[JaredSyn]

Ow the cut so deep. LOL Good Luck everyone.

[Superstrength79]

Do we have a link to the game thread?