[D&D-5e] Tomb of Annihilation

[Tad]

Ah well, he'll just have to start as a rogue then (All I wanted it for was the climbing/swimming, since Magpie is a wharf rat)

[jbear]

Flavourwise you have the swashbuckler rogue available in Xanathar's.

[Pryomania]

Just wanted to say Thanks for taking the time to read the app! I am currently working on it over the next few days while I get time. Please feel free to comment on it, I have no background knowledge on the camp, and will probably google some of it to build a bg unless a "template" would be allowed.

Tomb of Annihilation is a published 5e Adventure by WoTC
Please state if you have already played this Adventure before or not
I have not, though I do like a good survival anything.

Expected Post Rate: Steady Twice per Week. I intend this game to run long term so only apply if you honestly project the ability to make a long term, steady commitment.
I can post more often than twice per week, and would like a long term game as well! (death happens, though great games are hard to come by!)

Source Books: All WoTC Official Material (not Unearthed Arcana; there is already plenty to choose from)
Sounds good, I am still green to 5th and eager to learn it!

Submission Deadline: I don't really want a drawn out application process. Basically I will be looking for players who I am certain will be active, quality players who aren't likely to flake out on me. As soon as I have 6 players that meet that criteria I will close the submission thread and get the game underway (RL usually head hunts one or two players pretty quickly ... hence 6 to begin with).

Leoparin "Leo" Elelor Character Creation: Lvl 1, 27 point buy, standard class and background starting equipment as per PHB. Please include bonds, traits, ideal and flaw. Details can be worked out once the application process is completed. I'm more interested in seeing what character concepts people come up with that inspire me and feel like that would make an interesting mix.     Condition Player Choice Bonds A powerful person killed someone I love. Some day soon, I'll have my revenge. Class Not the norm for me, I usually play assassins and what not.Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline Race Half-Elf Traits (1) I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me Traits (2) I Sometimes...have a plan for when things go wrong... Ideal (1 Honor. If I dishonor myself, I dishonor my whole clan. (Lawful) Ideal (2) Respect. People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. (Good) Ideal (3) Freedom. Tyrants must not be allowed to oppress the people. (Chaotic) flaw I will never fully trust anyone other than myself. I see a lot of people writing it out, though it says per the phb. What would you prefer? I'll do both for now.BackGround Sage   Leoparin "Leo" Elelor was born to two loving parents, the only difference from the norm was that he was an interspecies baby; Human and Elf, or so they thought. As time grew on, Leo was fascinated by books as well as all things arcane; always taking to them for comfort. This sometimes resulted in chaotic scenarios due to his curiosity, though blessed with a golden tongue, he would often talk his way out of must punishments. Since both his parents were sages for the local militia, he often had access to books that contained spells among other information, and given his young curiosity… he would sneak about the barracks late at night to read the books. A time or two he was caught after accidentally firing a fireball or two, which revealed his arcane talents from a young age. After his second incident, his parents decided to enlist him in the military so that he wouldn’t accidentally burn the barracks down by honing his talents. Eagerly he left, not knowing it would be a year before seeing his family again. After several weeks had past he married his wife, Carolina Horus, a petite human female who has shown talent in being a ranger. Life was going great till there was a recall of troops, and that very night, their town was attacked by a local tribe of Orcs. They were after information regarding artifacts in the area, and we did not have those books in this city. With nothing to give, they tortured the sages to death before the citizens; my parents included. My wife and I fought, though it was two of us, up against nearly 3 score of them. We tried to buy as much time as we could, though it would never be enough for the militia to save the city. Convinced Leo knew something, they tortured, then killed his wife before his eyes. That was the night he vowed his revenge (DM we can work on a name together unless you have an NPC in mind that would work story wise). Being called a hero for not unraveling secrets his was wife was saved from death, though now something is wrong again. Before his own eyes, she is dying yet again. Special Background Feature: Please create a very close friend/family member in your character background who has died and been resurrected before. This will be used to tie your character's motivations to the main adventure.   Wife has been killed in an effort to get Leo to talk. Though, since he didn't, the local militia resurrected his wife.   If you would like to tie your character to one of the following somehow or another then that would be nice (the connection can be as minor or as important as fits your character concept): I am more than willing to tie to someone else's bg to work in some history. - Another player's back story - The Island of Chult - The Harpers - The Emerald Enclave - The Flaming Fists - The Zhentarim - The Order of the Guantlet

[Tad]

Yup! Though I'll see how things progress before choosing his roguish archetype. If we end up in the deep jungle he may learn a thing or two from the locals .

The concept is pretty straightforward, Magpie is an orphan, grew up on the docks and streets of waterdeep. He knows his way around a ship as well as the dark alleys. He was 'raised' by a dwarven cleric named Gilbert who followed the Lady of Life and Mercy. The dwarf ran a sort of shelter/soup kitchen for homeless children in waterdeep, trying (mostly in vain) to keep them safe and out of trouble. Gilbert has been raised from the dead before coming to waterdeep. Though his name is actually Oliver, the lad was dubbed 'Magpie' by friends due to his chatty nature (and perhaps a bit of distraction by shiny things).

He never knew his father and only has vague memories of his mother, but it might be interesting if one or both are still alive (and perhaps living in Chult?). In my mind's eye, dad was a sailor and mom was either a prostitute or an island native. I could see him having had encounters with the Logans (being a wharf rat, he likely knows the local shipwrights and may have run errands for Rhett, and given his less than law abiding nature, Magpie might have had a less pleasant run-in with Bernhardt). That would of course be entirely up to Anthrueser and Maskain.

I'll right it up as an application later, but wanted to get the vague concept out there. I've never played the tomb of annihilation, and 2/wk is a good pace for me (I've only got one other game going also with a 2/week commitment).

Link to WIP character sheet

[Dakkon]

Kayle-Morgan Name: Kayle-Morgan Race: Human Class: Cleric of Sune Firehair Background: Acolyte Personality Traits: I idolize a particular hero of my faith, and constantly refer to that person’s deeds and example. Ideals: To see the world and the beauty it has secreted away. Bonds: To honor the memory of my late mother through my deeds. I live to reach the high standards of my Goddess. Flaws: Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life. Backstory:   Kayle-Morgan was born Morgana LaKaylee, to a hairdresser in the magnificent city of Silverymoon. Morgana was like many girls in the city of splendors, she had the freedom to gain an education, the freedom to not marry the first man to try and make a claim to her, and the freedom to practice any faith that called to her. She had a good childhood, learning the arts of beauty from her mother, learning how to read and write in school, and even learning the very basic concepts of magic. Even if she did not have an aptitude for the arcane arts, she thrived in the splendid city of Silverymoon. As a teen, Morgana befriended a regular customer of her mother's. She had been an older woman, but mixed with the wisdom etched upon her face was an undeniable beauty. Skin free of flaws, hairs long and vibrant, and the physic of a woman twenty years her junior. The young girl was fascinated by the older woman, and as the older lady waited her turn to be pampered by the dexterous and talented fingers of her mother, she would speak with the woman, asking her about her life, about her future goals, and how she kept herself so beautiful despite the passing of the years. The older woman's name had been Leona, and she had been a priestess of the Goddess Sune. Before, and after every visit, Leona taught the young Morgana the secrets of Sune, the secrets of the world's beauty. Young Morgana was fascinated by the Goddess Sune, and it's unique church. Everyone worshiped Tymora, or Ogma, or Waukeen or Tempus, or a myriad of other Gods, but none of those other faiths held such light, such beauty and goodness as the Goddess of Beauty. What was not to love about love? Under the tutelage of Leona, the young daughter of a hair dresser learned the tenants of the Church of Sune. By the time she reached her twentieth name-day, Morgana had become a full fledged Sunite. There was one tale from her mentor that had always awed the young Morgana a great deal. When Leona had been a young woman, she had traveled with other followers of Sune, members of The Order of the Ruby Rose. It was said that their group had been requested to stop the poisoning of a well by some followers of Talona. They had walked night and day, diligently walking miles upon miles to help the poor folk of a remote village. Before they had arrived to the village, dark purple smoke had wafted with the wind from the direction of the village. The smoke had been a sort of concocted poison, and it had caused all within the Order to grow ill. Being he youngest and least experienced, a young Leona had been hit the hardest by the illness. While leaving the outside of her body untouched, it had ravaged her insides. Blackened her lungs, which had slowly, but surely resulted in her death. The Order had fought through the effects of the smoke, and with time, effort, and some casualties, had eliminated the followers of Talona. The village could not be saved, it had been too late, but there was a life that could be restored. The most experienced within the group worked together to restore the young Leona's body, with long prayer and focused ceremony. By sunrise, the Goddess Sune saw the goodness in her followers,in what they had done. She say the beauty of the deceased Leona, and the potential in the woman's life. With the Goddess's blessing, Leona had been revived by the Sunite clergy. Now a young woman, Morgana's view of the people of her home-town was slowly, but surely changing. She had grown to see the beauty of the world, of the people, the light and love of those around her. But she had also grown to see the ugly side of her home. She had never known who her father had been, but she had always known her mother to see different men throughout the years. Her mother loved freely, and at the same time, hated those who hurt her heart fiercely. Her mother had been a complex woman, and the daughter saw both the darkness, and the light within the heart of her matron. On a day that should have been like any other day, Morgana had left home to do her daily tasks. Some easy hair dressing for her mother's business, some volunteering for the church she aspired to join. Spent an hour her and there studying under her mentor, and spent yet a different hour learning of the beauty and ugliness of the world. She both loved, and hated seeing both sides of her home so vividly. But true understanding had only come when she had returned that fateful night, entering the familiar door's to her mother's salon. Expecting to see her mother and her pupils in the art of beauty cleaning the shop, all she saw was the body of her mother, fully clothed, but the face of her matron mutilated almost beyond recognition. She only knew it was her mother by the sun-crest ring upon the woman's finger. Her view of Silverymoon shattered that night, she was unable to see it's magnificent beauty anymore, and could only see it's ugly side, it's underlying sinister darkness. In a wild impulse, she took the little money that had been hidden away, and not found by the murderer. She suspected she knew ho it had been, her mother had once had a tryst with a dark tempered Baanite that had turned out quite badly. She could see the man's face in her mind, and the sight scared her severely. She took what she could, some clothes, food, religious items her mentor had given her. She had also taken a set of armor her mother had on display in her quarters, along with a mace and shield. Her mother had never told her where she had gotten such things, but the woman had always taken care of her treasured keepsakes. Morgana LaKaylee walked out that familiar door, knowing that she could no longer stay here. This town was no longer her home, her mother had been her home, and she was now dead. And if that man was still around, her own life could be taken next. She left her home, she even chose to leave her own name behind, less her mother's once lover found her. She left Silverymoon, with the intent to wander the world, to try and find the beauty of it all once again, and perhaps in the process, find a new home.

OOC While i am very familiar with the Forgotten Realms setting, i am not familiar with Chult nor this module. Never played it and i really want to!

[Maskain]

Weighing the options between Bernhardt being a fighter and a pally. I'll have to come to a decision at some point, but I've been bouncing since I did the write-up.

In other news, read over everybody's work. Glad to see such vibrant characters out of the gate!

[Dakkon]

Maskain if you want, do a paladin and we could collaborate together if both accepted.

[Anthrueser]

Rhett is good to go, nothing else is like to change with him aside from some other character ties. Speaking of that...

Seeing as Rhett and Magpie are of the roguish variety I can see a definite friendship there, he could even have been that guy who taught him how to live on the streets. He is a fair hair older than the boy. I can see dumb old Rhett doing that, giving him bad advice but trying to act like a big tough badass.

"Look, Bern. Olly's a good kid, jest cause he's got a bit too many coin pouches on 'im fer yer liking ain't no reason to bring him in. 'Sides, you got all that working for me on the docks, right kid? Saving up to be a heroic, strong guardsman, right? Protectin' peace and what have you."

[mahousenseiikai]

Application Name: Ruby Robossa Race: Human (Variant) Class:Bard of Swords (multiclass with Drunken Monk) Background:Spy Personality Traits:I don't pay attention to the risks in a situation. Never tell me the odds. Ideals: Chains are meant to be broken, as are those who would forge them. Bonds: I'm guilty of a terrible crime. I hope I can redeem myself for it. Flaws: If there's a plan, I'll forget it. If I don't forget it, I'll ignore it. Special Background Feature: Fiancé died. Connection: House of Spies -Zhentarim Faction Backstory: Tonight she was sober enough to use her fiddle and sing. As the strings of a fiddle thrum, a beautiful voice soar towards the heaven, enough to enrapture even the gods. . "There are some things, that I guess I'll never know. When you love someone, you got to learn to let him go. When I dream about you, that's when everythings all right, you're in my arms, here next to me, for...e...ever. When I dream about you, boy you never go away. Just close my eyes, wait for my dreams. Cause I can't stop loving you... Ooohh..hoooh.. " Ruby heart was broken. She was on her way to holy matrimony with the man she had loved when several men entered into her house and raped her. Because of what happened, her fiancé left her and decided not to marry her anymore. Because of sudden shock and overwhelming anger that fueled her rage, she stabbed her fiancé and killed him. Luckily they where able to revive her man. Because of this, she ran away. She became a drunkard and wasted her life. When all hope was gone and she was about to end her life, the Spy Master found her and stopped her. She was given a chance and a chance for redemption, the Spy Master taught her how to let it go using music. Due to this, little by little she recovered. Now even though she was still a drunkard, she has a purpose and moves on with her life.

OOC Sorry for the song, I'm quite caught in the music and thought it was useful for her. BTW I am currently DMing Tyrrany of Dragons module, I don't have a copy of this series but I am aware and has some knowledge on it. I am hoping my character gets chosen as I have already plans for her growth. Hahaha

[Crocodile]

Application Name: Achuak Race: Lizardfolk Class: Druid (Circle of the Land) Background: Outlander Traits: I see nature is the greatest teacher, and I only see value in the laws of the wild. I believe there is never an excuse to ever put anything to waste. Something can always be of use to someone. Ideals: Civilizations come and go, but the wild will always remains. Being in harmony with the natural world means always being at home. Bonds: Though I seek to explore nature beyond the borders of my home, my clan still raised me and sheltered me before I began to walk my own path. There are few things I would not do to help ensure their prosperity. The swamps which I have called home since I was a hatchling are precious to me beyond compare. Even above the need to ensure my clan's success, I will see the swamps protected from the abuse of the ignorant. This extends to the natural world beyond the swamp, though nothing will ever compare to the pleasurable feeling of my first home. Flaws: I refuse to conform to the useless "proper" etiquette of others, and do not understand why everybody else goes along with such madness. I cannot comprehend the emotions of others. What is the use in laughter and crying in response to pleasure or pain. It is simpler to just act accordingly in response to the situation set before you to ensure your best chance at accomplishing your goal. I will not tolerate any wanton harm to the natural world, considering those who would do the wilderness harm with enmity, seeing them as a threat and unworthy of trust until they demonstrate that they can change their ways. Background:   Though the smallest of his clutch, it could be said that it was because the Achuak had learned to recognize his lack of might that he went about hunts differently, with guile and an understanding of the swamp's ebb and flow guiding him rather than trying to use his might to bend the world around him to his will. Only one youngling among the tribe had the potential for such might, and that was Kothar, only half grown and already a mighty warrior, much bigger than he should be for his age, and a veteran of battle against an enemy clan. He was the clan chief's son, and there was no doubt in anybody's mind that when the time came to challenge for succession, he would be worthy. But strong as he was and skilled as he was in combat, he was not clever, and so Kothar would constantly seek the aid of one of the cleverest younglings he knew, a diminuative youngling who did not have the respect of his peers despite surviving the dangers of the Mere time and time again. Though Achuak understood the reaction, smaller creatures tended to be prey for the larger ones, it was still an unpleasant reality. The fact that one as talented and respected as Kothar would come to Achuak for aid of any kind, recognizing weakness within himself and moving to have it corrected, not only made Achuak respect the chieftain's son all the more, but made his reality just a little more pleasant. The seasons passed, the younglings grew, and as inseperable as Achuak and Kothar had once been, their paths diverged as they took their final steps to becoming pillars of the clan. Kothar, of course, would be the mightiest warrior of a generation, leading the clan to victory against all of the Mere's dangers. Achuak would never be a great warrior, but it was clear to the elders that he could make a more than passable shaman. The newly made apprentice took to his studies with a dedication befitting one who would serve the clan and bring it prosperity, especially as he was expected to be a guiding force for his clan, though his seemingly abrasive nature was frustrating, as Achuak seemed to actively resist the lessons regarding the ceremonies and rites of the clan. The youngling instead seemed singularly interested in the natural lore of the swamp, ranging further and further from clan territory on his own as the seasons went by, until he stepped foot outside the swamp for the very first time, and beheld another piece of the natural world's beauty. Achuak bid Kothar farewell and left his swamp home the season after his training had been completed, leaving the rest of the clan none the wiser to his departure as he was driven by his desire to see what the world had to offer beyond the borders of the Mere. He had nothing but disdain for the cities he came across, and avoided them as best he could, but coming across other circles of druids was a pleasure. As he befriended more of the nature loving folk of the outside world, he was eventually introduced to the Emerald Enclave, who's representatives seemed to show an interest in bringing in somebody familiar with that treacherous swamp into the fold. Achuak saw no reason to object to this, as it seemed he would be doing more of what he had planned to do in any case by protecting his home, with the additional duty of guiding travelers safely through the swamp. Though the clan was apprehensive to have the deserter return, the mighty Kothar had earned himself great favor with his many victories, most especially when he had done battle against an impossible foe, sacrificing his life to save the clan. The greatest of the clan's priests had taken care to bring back their greatest warrior, and so Kothar was still alive to not only once again fight for the clan, but to also convince the clan chief not to have Achuak flayed alive for abandoning his duty.

[Tad]

Name: Oliver 'Magpie' FitzGilbert

Race: Human

Background: Wharf Rat (modified Urchin)

Personality Traits: I ask a lot of questions. I bluntly say what other people are hinting at or hiding.
Ideals: Aspiration. I'm going to prove that I'm worthy of a better life.
Bonds: I owe my survival to a Dwarf named Gilbert who watched over me as I grew up on the streets.
Flaws: It's not stealing if I need it more than someone else.

For as long as he can remember, Oliver has lived on the streets and docks of Waterdeep. Although he has a vague memory of his mother, the boy cannot picture her face. The memory is nothing but a feeling of warmth, softness, and an oddly spicy scent. He wears a bent ship's nail on a leather thong about his neck, a lucky charm left by his mother. Life on the streets was rough for a young lad, but thankfully Oliver had a guardian angel in the form of a Dwarf named Gilbert. Gilbert was a follower of the Lady of Life and Mercy and had taken it upon himself to do what he could for the orphans and homeless children of Waterdeep. Many children owe their lives to the tireless Dwarf who kept them fed through the long cold winters and provided shelter and warm clothing for the youngest. One Dwarf can only do so much, however, and his resources were always stretched thin.

In spite of his difficult life, Oliver was a friendly child. He made friends with many of the other urchins and wharf rats, and they began calling him "Magpie" due to his chatty nature. As he approached adolescence, the boy was entranced by the tall ships sailing in and out of the harbor. He ran errands for the dock workers to make the odd copper, and soon became an accepted (if not welcomed) sight at the wharfs.

When Oliver was a teenager, Gilbert became ill. He seemed to be afflicted with some sort of wasting disease, growing thinner and frailer each week. Oliver helped out where he could, but if a cure was found then countless younger orphans would starve come winter.

A day in the life "HEY! Stop! Bring that back right now!" Oliver runs down the street, dodging shoppers as he tucks two purloined loaves of bread into his pack. The young lad ducks into the first alley he sees, and leaps up to grab the edge of a storage shed. Straining to pull his slight frame up, he manages to kick first one leg up then the other as a red-faced baker skids into the alley. "That's three copper, you rapscallion. Bread isn't free! Pay up or I'll call the guard!" The young thief digs into his pockets and finds a single lonely bit of copper. He tosses it to the ground at the baker's feet and clambers up a drain-spout to the roof of a nearby building. "Sorry, but that'll have to do!" With an overly dramatic bow, Oliver turns and trots off along the peak of the roof, bare feet finding purchase on the clay tiles. The baker shouts angrily, but bends down to take the copper piece and walks back to his stall, making idle threats under his breath about what he'd do if he caught the thief. A few minutes later, Oliver drops lightly off a different roof into a pile of hay then saunters out of the stable. He waves to another child as he walks down the street. "Got some bread, ya want some? I'm bringing it to Gilbert's place for tha little'uns." The boys chat idly as the walk together towards a squat stone building with a mended sign, "The Lady's Place". Oliver leaps up to tap the sign with his fingers as they enter, a ritual that has become easier as he grows taller. Eyes take a few moments to adjust to the darkness, and a wheezing cough can be heard from a back room. Oliver tosses the loaves onto a nearby table where a hungry young girl is seated. "Have some bread, Tani, but be sure to leave some for the others!" A look of concern replaces the smile on Oliver's face as he enters the back room and checks on Gilbert. The once rotund dwarf is now woefully thin, his ribs apparent even through a thin shirt. "Hey Gilbert, you'll get better. I just know it!" The worried lad stokes the fire and swings a kettle over it, then pulls a small sachet from his sack. "Let me make you some tea." Gilbert's brow creases and he starts to speak, but Oliver interrupts. "Don't give me that look now, I bought this. Rhett gave me a few extra coin for helping him at the dock, and you need it. You know the tea soothes your cough." Well, Rhett DID give me a coin, but the baker's got it now. Besides, you need this more than he does, and the tea-man willl never notice this little bit missing.

[jbear]

Okay, this is the toughest part - not being able to include everyone.

So thank you to everyone who applied. I feel like I have a good group of characters/players willing to get on board, and see no reason to draw out the application process any longer. I'm going to take 7 players instead of six. Hopefully that doesn't bite me in the butt down the road.

So with out further ado:

Avner's Korr Shalpag, Half Orc Barbarian
Berith's Sskath Yiskah, Yuan Ti Cleric/Sorceror
Anthrueser's Rett Logan, Human Monk
Maskain's Ser Bernhardt Logan, Human Paladin
Ytterbium's Dr. Anatoly Agafonov, Human Bard
Dakkon's Kayle-Morgan, Human Cleric
Tad's Oliver Fitzgilbert, Human Rogue



If you would be interested in being included in the adventure if I needed to find a replacement in the future, let me know.

[Pryomania]

Good Luck!

[jbear]

Recruitment Back Open The game has just concluded the 'Prologue' of events leading up to the campaign proper but unfortunately the game has had several players bow out. Which means I looking for 2-3 new players to take up the torch and join those who wish to carry on. What has happened so far A terrible curse afflicts the continent of Faerun which is perverting the nature of death itself. Anyone who has been brought back to life through the use of divine spells has begun to wither, decay and die. All spells which bring the dead back to life no longer work. Our initial band of adventurers buried their loved ones in silver caskets to preserve their bodies and agreed to work with their Harper benefactors in order to gain valuable information needed to end this curse, and holding onto the promise of one day either bringing them back to life or giving their souls a proper eternal rest. The mission took them to the lair of a lich, playing the role of infiltrators while the Harpers distracted the lich with a full frontal assault of the lair. With time of the essence, the infiltrators penetrated the lich's basement intent on finding her phylactery so that the lich might be bribed, and thus reveal the nature of the Death Curse. The brave party fought past undead horrors and cunning traps until they at last found what they sought: the lich's spellbook, the phylactery to her soul. Meaning to take the phylactery to their Harper benefactor, they arrived upon a battlefield littered with Harper bodies only to witness their benefactor be broken like a rag doll by the lich. Sensing the lich's momentary weakness, the party threatened to destroy the phylactery unless she cooperated. The lich, however, was not so easily bowed, and the party soon found themselves faced with an impossible choice that seemed to break several of the party's spirit: a deal was struck with the lich after one of the party made a great personal sacrifice, taking the party knight's blade strike to protect the lich from harm. The lich kept her word and passed on all she knew of the Death Curse, and now the party knows they seek a powerful artefact named the Soulmonger, capable of reaping the souls of the dead to charge an undead being like the world has never seen. The party also know it relative location: the Island of Chult. Even as I write this, they race to save those fallen upon the battlefield. Where you come in To give the story cohesion and to give the new characters a strong bond with those who have already begun the adventure, and events that have taken place so far, I would like your character to be one of the Harpers fallen upon the battlefield: terribly wounded but still alive. Other than that, your backstory can be anything, so long as it ties into the mission to assault the Lich's tower, which ends in your terrible wounds. Current Party Composition of Continuing Players Half Orc Barbarian Human Rogue Yuan Ti Cleric (Going to multi-class to Sorcerer I believe) Human Cleric (may re-join at a later date when RL returns to normal) Your Starting Level will be Level 2 Use point buy and starting gear as per PHB Any published material is fine I will give those chosen a single special 'flavour' item that I believe will mesh well with your backstory Here is a link to the Game Thread. Feel free to take a look and do your homework for inspiration (encouraged as this will obviously tell me you are actually genuinely interested) What I'm looking For I'm looking for players willing to commit to a long-term campaign that may run for several years. Our pace is one or two posts a week. I would like it to return to two posts a week as originally advertised but 1-2 posts a week is also fine. Commitment to a long-term game is however what I'm most interested in. I don't want to be just another potentially awesome campaign that peeters out and dies. This naturally puts newer players to the site at a disadvantage, as you have no track record for me to look into, but I will give all applications thoughtful consideration.

[Drachenspirit]

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