[D&D-5e] Legend of Legaia

[Togot]

Game Name Legend of Legaia

Game System DnD 5e

Theme rebuilding after the apocalypse

Flavour Grim, Horror, post apocalypse,

Plot Summary No one knows what caused it, but everyone knows the result. A hundred years ago the great cataclysm destroyed the world. Earthquakes shook cities until they crumbled into ruble. Tidal waves wiped coastal cities off the map like salt from a table. Droughts led to widespread famine. Ninety percent of the world’s population died in in a year. Now, a century later, civilization is still struggling to recover. Gone are the days of kingdoms and empires. Small townships are scattered about in the safer areas, but people struggle to survive without high walls or armored armies protecting them from the dangerous creatures that now roam the wild unchecked. It is a world of fear and superstition where death can come for anyone at anytime from anywhere. Magic is rare, and most have never seen it. Even fewer understand it. There are no prestigious colleges. Those who learn are taught by a master as an apprentice, often in seclusion and secret. The technology of the old world is lost, buried in ruins along with those who understood it, but a handful of mechanical men called warforged can be found wandering the new world, often feared and mistrusted by the ignorant peasants they encounter. There are many religions, but few know the truth. The world is overseen by ten dragon gods that personify magic and grant power to those who venerate them.   Neshala, goddess of death and undeath, the tender of graves, the grey lady. Patron of necromancers Magic- necromancy Erosil, god of nature and beasts, the shepherd, keeper of the forest. Patron of druids, rangers and monster hunters. Magic-druidic Melcath, god of chaos and change, the mad monarch, patron of barbarians magic-transmutation Kai, Goddess of the elements and destruction, and the harbinger of disaster, patron of sorcerers magic-evocation Akeron, God of protection and justice, the shield, patron of fighters and paladins, magic-abjuration Questis, God of knowledge and secrets, patron of spies, patron of wizards and artificers magic- divination Leona, goddess of life and healing, the merciful mother, the healing hand, patron of clerics magic- restoration Elanna, goddess of love and manipulation, the enchantress, the puppet master, patron of bards magic-enchantment Cicero, god of deception and disguise, the trickster, patron of thieves, patron of rogues magic-illusion Reeyur, God of travel and portals, the long traveler opener of all doors, patron of warlocks magic- conjuration You are an adventurer, a mercenary currently employed by Balder Hall to guard a caravan traveling to Octam, a township of about two hundred people. Where you go from there, is entirely up to you. Will you help the town with its problems and become a folk hero, or will you become a bandit and terrorize the town? There is no adventure path, only quests, some large, some small. This is not my story. It is yours. Make it a good one. I am looking for six level one players Accepted sources, players handbook, xanathars guide, tashas cauldron, grim hollow, eberon Application Name Race Class Background Personality traits:at least 2 Ideal Bond Flaw Backstory: feel free to invent characters and even whole towns. I will make them a part of the world Goal: why is your character adventuring? What do they want to accomplish? What are you working towards? RP sample: write your character’s response to this scene You quickly turn down the alleyway in an attempt to escape the indescribable monstrosity that pursues you. You stumble over garbage making your way forward as you try to decide on your next course of action. Then you hear the sound of a girl crying. You look in the direction of the sound to see a child down on her knees before several bodies. There are four of them, all torn open with their innards spilled out. Fresh blood soaks the ground the girl sits in, staining her white dress. She takes no notice of you. Before you can speak, you hear the crashing sound of the creature that chases you. Whatever you do, you must do it quickly for there isn’t much time. Character creation. For stats, you can either roll 2d6+6, 27-point buy, or use standard array. do not roll in this thread For equipment, you can either choose your gear from your background and class or roll for gold according to your class and use it to buy what you want. No variant humans Everyone gets a free level one feat What to expect theater of the mind Homebrew monsters and magic items level up through experience Open world Gain inspiration upon landing critical hits Deadline 1-15-23

Player	Character	Race	Class
DiceGoblin	Lenora Aldercrest	Human	Blood Hunter
Jasontheswift	Richter Hellems	Aasimar	Monk
Talissen70	Arnys Gemmer	Drow	Rogue
Tiger Basilisk	Aphelion	Eladrin	Life Cleric
FraterChad	Ingulf	Half-Orc	Fighter
Curzod	Arkano	Half Elf	Bard
Drachenspirit	Shaker	Warforged - Skirmisher	Warlock - Hexblade
Mendalot	Viviana Paige	Human	Divine Soul Sorceress
voodoozombie	Ayida Legba	Human	Warlock
cool hand luke	Coukrellion Coonstin	Elf	Ranger
DustyParadox	Umak Stormslayer	Half-orc	Wizard
theclaytster	Alice Bien	Human	Wizard (Necromancer)
IrishKatt	Kaal Bloodsmane	Mountain Dwarf	Barbarian
Kweheri	Mycil Shadebloom	Firbolg	Druid
Maya Conti	Belka	Human	Barbarian
FatherDondo	Drogo the Half-Dead	Disembodied	Parasitic Warlock
Batty	Kris 'Scarlet' Tracey	Halfling Lightfoot	Rogue (Swashbuckler)

[Togot]

reserved for questions

[Jasontheswift]

Definite interest

[Snicker]

So all Eberron races are allowed, not just warforged? If we were to play a kalashtar or dhifter or the like, is there any special lore we should know about?

[Togot]

all material from the accepted sources is allowed, i just wanted to make a special mention to warforged because their lore is that they are leftovers from the old world, lore for every other race varies from town to town because the world is so fractured that there is no one truth to any race any more. elves in one town are completely different from elves in another. your backstory can be whatever you want it to be and there's no predicting how people in a town will react to you.

[DiceGoblin]

Would Blood Hunter be an alright class to play? It doesn't really fall into a specific source book so I'm not sure what your thoughts are on that.

[Togot]

I'll allow it

[DustyParadox]

Heyo, going to pitch some character concepts, wondering which one best fits the flavor of the campaign being run or if they are all workable.

Kalia (Human Ranger): Kalia was raised by her father who was essentially a post-apocalyptic conspiracy theorist/professional nutjob/survivalist who was convinced that the tinmen (constructs) were both responsible for the apocapypse and working to 'finish the job's and wipe out the world of men. He would disappear for months at a time, leaving his wife and children to more or less fend for themselves in the wilderness while he went skulking through long forgotten, long forbidden places, hunting for tinmen, killing them, and selling their remains to wealthy 'perverts' as he would call them. Every now and then one appeared in a village or town and he'd be the one that people called on. Kalia doesn't know much about that - all she knows is that Ma died of a pox, and she and her brother wandered the wilds, fending for themselves until they came upon civilization. Her brother being too young for real work, Kalia makes a living guarding caravans and the like while she works to support her brother and look for her father whom she knows won't be far behind any mention of men of metal.

Sigard 'Big Sig' (Half-orc barbarian): The bad times took Sigard's parents long ago. He remembers famine like he remembers his tongue and teeth - absent until suddenly, horribly not. So, when he can, Sigard eats and feasts and drinks and gambles until his entire face goes numb and the bad times are forgotten. He is good company, but despite his relatively good nature, he is undeniably frivolous and wasteful. After his latest bender his... well, he doesn't know what exactly they are to each other, but Dulla wasn't - she wasn't supposed to just leave. He is somewhat adrift now, uncertain what he wants now or how to go about getting it. He wants her to come back to him, yes, but it is not as if their last screaming match they had was wholly unjustified. Now it is not like the food tastes worse, or the drink less has suddenly become less inviting, but they are less... fulfilling somehow and he finds himself by himself more and more often, friends and comrades giving him space to brood.

Pebble (Dwarf Artificer): A foundling, Pebble was raised by one of the most unlikely parents imaginable: a warforged construct named Mother. Given his strange upbringing - or perhaps some quirk of his physiology - Pebble does not understand social niceties and has a hard time reading facial cues or delivering them himself, his face rarely changing expression no matter the situation. If he is inscrutable, he finds the world equally baffling, secretly terrified by displays of extreme emotion that seem so common among the meaties. Still, he has journeyed to these strange lands, Mother having been captured and taken away.

[Togot]

all of those concepts are interesting and would work in the world. i made the world very open to as many character concepts as possible. the question is which one wold you have the most fun playing?

[DustyParadox]

Not sure! It kind of depends on party composition. Sigard's probably the most flexible personality-wise though so if I were going to pick going in blind, I'd pick him.

[Togot]

half orc barbarian, a classic choice

[DiceGoblin]

Application Name: Lenora Aldercrest Race: Human Class: Blood Hunter (Order of the Profane Soul) Background: Noble Personality traits: No one could doubt by looking at my regal bearing that I am a cut above the unwashed masses. If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields. Ideal: Retribution. The wicked will pay for their deeds, such is the way of the world. Bond: I must find my family, in whatever state they may be in now. Flaw: I refuse to see my own limits and constantly overwork myself. Backstory: The Aldercrest family are the leaders of a town by the same name. Nestled in a valley and nearly surrounded by mountains, it is a highly defensible location that has managed to do decently in the recent years. The people live relatively comfortable lives. Though not the most wealthy of towns, the people have roofs over their heads and food in their bellies. Much of that is thanks to the careful care of the Aldercrest family, who's strategic marriages of their children have helped the town prosper. Lenora is the youngest of the three Aldercrest children. She has two older brothers, Talen and Abel. As the youngest and only daughter, Lenora was seen as less useful than her brothers. Her only purpose would be to one day be married off into the right family for political gain and the benefit of the town. All three children had the same lessons about etiquette, history, noble houses, dancing, anything they would need for their status. But while her brothers got lessons on horseback riding, archery, and fencing. Her lessons were domestic, knitting and sewing, flower arraigning, things that would make her a good wife. She hated it. It wasn't long before she was ditching those lessons and showing up to the fencing lessons in a pair of trousers. The tutor refused to teach her and she got into trouble with her parents. But the head guard of the estate was on her side, insisting that she too had the tools to defend herself. Though reluctant, her parents eventually relented, but only if Lenora continued her other lessons as well. An agreement was made. Lenora was quick to show that she had some talent for swordplay and everyone was much happier. When she turned 16, her parents began looking for a good match for her. A wave of suitors traveled to Aldercrest, but none were right. Most of them were lesser nobles who wanted to the coin of the Aldercrest family and cared little for the town they protected. Others Lenora scared off. Though she had no actual say in the matter there were still things she could do. Between suitors came an organization that called themselves The Black Lotus. They claimed they were a group who were set on helping towns become safer in this trying age. That they were responsible for some of the strongest civilizations left in the world. How all they wanted to do was help people. They were invited into the manor for discussion. Unfortunately, that's not how things go. The entire Aldercrest family was sitting down for a meal with The Black Lotus when the organization went on the attack. The family was unarmed so it was a quick battle, though they fought hard. Lenora stabbed one of them with a table knife, and smashed a plate over the head of another. When Lenora woke up, though she didn't expect to, she was somewhere dark, damp, and cold, the cellar most likely. She was strapped to a table. There were other people, or things, around her, some of them she recognized as family or townsfolk, others were beasts she had never seen. She was approached by the leader of The Black Lotus, the one she had stabbed, who claimed that his master had taken a liking to her. He opened a glass bottle with some sort of black fluid on the inside. He put a dagger to the opening and Lenora watched as the fluid moved on it's own, jumping onto dagger. The dagger is stabbed into her sternum and the fluid jumps off the blade and into her. She had no idea what it is, only that it hurt. She screamed. Something was changing inside her. When she woke up again, she was completely alone. With no idea where The Black Lotus, or her family, was. She was the only Aldercrest in the town. Exploring she found that the town was in shambles. Most of the people were gone, either fled or maybe taken. Lenora helped who was left pack up, everyone gathering supplies so they could make the journey to the next nearest civilization. Lenora changed from her dress into something far more comfortable and practical for travel, grabbed a rapier, a real one not a practice one, and set off with her people in tow. Several days into their journey was when the voice in her head made itself known. It was deep, smooth, almost melodic, and definitely shouldn't have been there. It warned Lenora of approaching danger and against her better judgement, she listened. The voice never went away, it occasionally popped into her mind for the rest of the day. Then that night, the two had a conversation, all in Lenora's mind. Whatever it was, it's origin was the black sludge in the bottle, and now it had gifted her with a blood curse. It taught her how to use her newfound power. In return it wanted one thing and one thing only, to destroy the Black Lotus. Despite the leader calling it master, the thing in her head was supposedly a victim too, being used against it's will. Lenora wasn't sure if she trusted it, but she agreed to use this power to destroy the people responsible for the destruction of her home. Goal: Lenora has two main goals. To find her family. And to find The Black Lotus and destroy them so they can't do it to anybody else. RP sample:   You quickly turn down the alleyway in an attempt to escape the indescribable monstrosity that pursues you. You stumble over garbage making your way forward as you try to decide on your next course of action. Then you hear the sound of a girl crying. You look in the direction of the sound to see a child down on her knees before several bodies. There are four of them, all torn open with their innards spilled out. Fresh blood soaks the ground the girl sits in, staining her white dress. She takes no notice of you. Before you can speak, you hear the crashing sound of the creature that chases you. Whatever you do, you must do it quickly for there isn’t much time.   Lenora slid to a stop, grateful for the moment to catch her breath. The sight of blood had stopped bothering her a long time ago. But the child crying was less easy to ignore. The sound of the monster was crashing behind her. The voice in her head encouraging her to keep going. The fallen noble took a deep breath, then rushed forward and grabbed the girl. The girl screamed and Lenora winced at the sound. "Come sweetie, let's go. Live for them." She pulled the girl into her arms and began running again. She felt an unexpected burst of warmth in her chest, right where those pesky tattoos were, where that black liquid had entered her body. There was a surge of strength and endurance that hit right after. Picking up speed, Lenora managed to get far enough ahead to be able to slip into another alleyway and press herself and the little girl into the darkness. Her saving the child, had apparently been the right thing to do.

[Jasontheswift]

APP - WIP   Name: Richter Hellems Race: ScourgeAasimar Class: Monk Background: Hermit Personality traits: 1. I feel tremendous empathy for all who suffer 2. I am utterly serene, even in the face of danger Ideal Greater Good. My gifts are meant to be shared with all, not used for my own benefit. Bond I lament leaving my order, I hope they become proud of me. Flaw 1. I harbour dark, bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation and meditation have failed to quell. 2. I suffered a previous wound that can stop my effectiveness at times. Backstory: feel free to invent characters and even whole towns. I will make them a part of the world Goal: 1. To discover the mystery of his birth 2. To become a master of the Open Palm style 3. Train his own apprentice RP sample:   write your character’s response to this scene You quickly turn down the alleyway in an attempt to escape the indescribable monstrosity that pursues you. You stumble over garbage making your way forward as you try to decide on your next course of action. Then you hear the sound of a girl crying. You look in the direction of the sound to see a child down on her knees before several bodies. There are four of them, all torn open with their innards spilled out. Fresh blood soaks the ground the girl sits in, staining her white dress. She takes no notice of you. Before you can speak, you hear the crashing sound of the creature that chases you. Whatever you do, you must do it quickly for there isn’t much time.

[Talissen70]

Arnys Name: Arnys Gemmer Race: Drow (also partial to a halfling) Class: Rogue Background: Archaeologist Personality traits: I might fail, but I will never give up. Traps don't make me nervous. Idiots who trigger traps make me nervous. Ideal: Danger. With every great discovery comes grave danger. The two walk hand in hand. Bond: Ever since I was a child, I've heard stories about a lost city. I aim to find it, learn its secrets, and earn my place in the history books. Flaw: When I'm not exploring dungeons or ruins, I get jittery and impatient. Backstory: Arnys grew up in a commune named 'the nest' which was formed of an eclectic variety of races who had been building up since the end came. A roamer himself, he spent much of his time exploring the caves beneath their mountain home. Arnys always had questions for the elders but this was not a community of the long-lived and therefore few had been born before the old world ended and the answers were few and generally seemed unlikely to the youth. His own 'old-world' ended quite spectacularly around 10 years ago when giant flying creatures were spotted by Darus the scout approaching their home. The commune had a strong gate and high walls but nothing to protect them from the skies and they were decimated. Arnys had been sent with the others into the caves but they were shallow, and aside from the small progress the 15 year old Arnys had made of digging, were of little protection. The weight of the flying creatures collapsed the underground structure and Arnys became trapped, alone. Being the resourceful soul that he is and devoid of alternatives, Arnys began to dig and soon found an ancient hall carved under their mountain. This hall contained a number of large metallic, woven cables which seemed to support the high ceiling and on the far wall a large inscription with inset gems. Arnys had seen nothing like this in his life and was mystified. He had the impression this carving was significant, symbolic in some way but his mind had nothing to compare it to and lend it relevance. Heading towards the sound of running water and potential escape, he slipped and was washed out of the initial cave. After several days underground, he found an exit to the surface. Completely unaware of where this had left him, he wandered until he found a settlement. They knew nothing of 'the nest' or large creatures and laughed at his tales of the large hall. From this moment, Arnys became an explorer. Taking tutelage from those he could, moving from settlement to settlement, exploring old-world relics where he could and reading ancient texts where they were found. There were many tales of giant cities and other wonders, many of which seemed fanciful and surely false but there were also clues which indicated both knowledge and treasures which, if he could find them, would change the world. In addition, Arnys picked up some additional skills; manageable with a blade, good with a bow and a knack for getting out of trouble (he may or may not have caused it). Thus, ten years later, Arnys found himself working for Balder Hall as a mercenary guard on a caravan headed to Octam, part of a motley group. He had sourced a map from an old prospector three months ago showing a potential tunnel network nearby, no gold but strange happenings and odd creatures were seen. Arnys aimed to find out more, this could be the one. Goal: To find out. Arnys has lived his whole life asking why? Why did the dog die?, why do we have heavy wooden walls around the settlement?, Why are those winged creatures blocking out the sky? Up til now, the answers have been insufficient (except for the winged creatures, he's satisfied with the answer for that one) He lives a life of perpetual wonder, where others see desolation, he see's history and opportunity. Given time and the appropriate assistance, he is sure he can work things out. And the greatest mysteries of the world are always just around the next corner. Maybe one day he'll be recognised for his work but for now he is happy just being out there. Does it come with extreme danger at times, sure, but what doesn't just now? RP sample: write your character’s response to this scene You quickly turn down the alleyway in an attempt to escape the indescribable monstrosity that pursues you. You stumble over garbage making your way forward as you try to decide on your next course of action. Then you hear the sound of a girl crying. You look in the direction of the sound to see a child down on her knees before several bodies. There are four of them, all torn open with their innards spilled out. Fresh blood soaks the ground the girl sits in, staining her white dress. She takes no notice of you. Before you can speak, you hear the crashing sound of the creature that chases you. Whatever you do, you must do it quickly for there isn’t much time.   His lungs were burning already and he could feel the strength in his legs slowly fading. The creature was gaining ground, but to be fair, it did have six legs to Arny's two. The notion of unfairness briefly passed though his mind, quickly followed by an image of teeth. The creature had a lot more of them as well. Bugger. Arnys nearly missed the alleyway with all the thinking going on in his head. Not the time, not the time he mumbled as he caught a brick for purchase and swung round the corner. It seemed pointless as the dog-like creature obviously knew this area better than him but then you have to be philosophical about these things and just like left was better than right, forward was better than back. The brick was loose and came off in his hand causing him to skitter over the width of the alleyway, colliding with the right wall. That's when he noticed the girl. His eyes took in the details fast, he was clever like that. Small child, white dress, four bodies torn apart. Arnys's immediate reaction was obviously self preservation. Keep running. He didn't know this child, she was none of his concern, his concern was the ravenous mouth of the monstrosity surely nearing his heels at this very moment. But then he remembered a young lad, lost and alone as a child, who would have given anything to have been rescued and he planted his feet. He needed to make a stand, he was bigger and more capable than the girl and he could not just walk past and leave her to her fate. Drawing his short sword, he turned around. Physically, he wasn't much and knew he had no chance of defeating the monster he waited for. But despite this resignation, his mind sped on. The fact that his mind was never quiet was both a strength and a weakness to him. It was the reason he frequently faced dangerous or outright ludicrous situations but also the reason he survived to face more and it was working now. How had the girl ended up in such a bad area? Arnys himself had been required to bribe three tribal leaders and go through a 'truth finding' ceremony with a fourth just to get near this site. The bodies, obviously they brought her .. but why bring a child, and wearing such a white dress. And why was that dress so white, sat in a pile of bodies, no parts left bigger than his own arm. Had he even seen anything suggesting they were humanoid?. A bad feeling crept slowly up his neck but it was that moment that the creature rounded the corner into the alley. Arnys's full attention snapped back to those slabbering jaws, so very many teeth and the wisdom of so many passed decisions dragged his heart down to the pit of his stomach. He wanted to attack, meet it on the front foot but neither of his legs agreed and he stood still, holding his breath. In retrospect, not moving forward probably saved his life as the creature's claws would have eviscerated him on the initial swing rather than the paw which hit him on the back swing. The air rushed from his lungs and the world misted up as he hit the wall and slid down into the street garbage. Exhalation had been involuntary and he was preparing for the pain of breathing back in when a white shape moved at the side of his vision. The young girl, who had sat stock still, eyes fixed on nothing, stood and faced the creature, arms by her side. Watching. The creature turned in her direction, rightly deciding Arnys wasn't going anywhere fast. That's when it got strange. The creature snarled, but differently. Not the same way it had snarled at Arnys, this time it sensed something else, not just a victim. The creature pounced but then paused in mid air, as if held in place by a spectral force. It snarled louder, in frustration, and then exploded. In his adventures, Arnys had been to many places and seen many sights that township and village folks would never experience but the wave of energy which resulted from the detonation of this beast was amongst the more unique. He sat for what felt like hours with his brain processing the relatively small amount of input. It was likely about thirty seconds or so before the young girl walked unhurriedly over to sit in the small nest-like structure of the creature's remains. Arnys watched and she picked up a small piece of what he thought might be the creature's face and ate it. Some blood and fluid dripped onto her body but flowed from her white dress like oil on water rather than stain it red. uh! grunted Arnys That solved one mystery then he pondered happily. The child had not made eye contact with Arnys at all as if his existence here was nothing and after a suitable time had passed where he felt no immediate threat of sharing the creature's fate, Arnys started shuffling back towards the entrance of the alleyway. As he emerged into the failing sunlight, he made a conscious decision never to trust young children in white and to avoid strange sites where dangerous creatures live. Almost as soon as these thoughts had been made they were forgotten, as he reached for the map which had led him here in the first place. Character creation. For stats, you can either roll 2d6+6, 27-point buy, or use standard array. do not roll in this thread For equipment, you can either choose your gear from your background and class or roll for gold according to your class and use it to buy what you want. No variant humans Everyone gets a free level one feat

[IrishKatt]

Question, just because Eberron is allowed, what is the stance on firearms as they are viable in Eberron