Action Surge* 0/1 | Divine Sense 3/3 | Faerie Fire 1/1 | Lay on Hands 10/10 | Second Wind* 1/1 | Spell Slots 0/2 | HD: 4d10
HP: 27/32 | AC: 17 | Acr +5, Ath +3, Perc +2, Pers +4, Stl +5 | Saves: Str +3*, Dex +3, Con +3*, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +2 | Init: +3 | Passive Perception 12 | Speed 30ft (swim, climb) | Inspiration: Y | Hit Dice: 4d10 | Active conditions: Madness (2)
caster4life wrote:
Note that you can't take your fourth shortsword attack because that would require a second bonus action. Action surge only provides a second action not a second bonus action with it to dual-wield.
Galinndan chops again at the massive deformed myconid but only lands one of his blows this time as the surprisingly tough skin of the abomination deflects the other. Irdril torches one myconid and a drow spore servant. the already-dead drow collapses to the ground burning while the myconid writhes in pain. A shaft from Cyrus pummels down into its stalk, nailing it to the ground. Kanzen unleashes two attacks but they are both parried by the awkwardly dextrous spore servant. Kanzen then spins rapidly, bringing his sword slashing across the spore servants mid-section and sending it to the ground, its rotting corpse bisected. Galenus and Zoltan deliver solid blows with their axes while Odak attempts a complicated and impressive attack routine but only succeeds in damaging the myconid with lightning as his attack misses. Thankfully, the myconid fails to make him pay for creating the opening.
The great slug then continues to feed off the corpses all under the ground, rejuvenating itself. It also slams its oozing body into Galinndan (10 bludgeoning and 10 acid). The myconids then eject spores at several of their combatants!
Odak, Galinndan, and Irdril, you each need to make DC 11 con saves or be stunned for this round. Everyone GO!
Zoltan manages not to phase out and jumps as he swings his warhammer at the slug: "It seems our blows do very little! I'm Zoltan, by the way. Nice swings nonetheless!" he comments to Galinndan.
He fishes out a vial of alchemist's fire and tosses it over everyone's head onto the slug thing.
Throw:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Creature takes 1d4 damage at the start of all of it's turns, unless it takes an action to make a DC 10 Dex Check to put the fire out. I think it might also do 1d4 on impact? Unsure of that.
Male NG Mtn Dwarf Sorcerer 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC: 16/18 | HD: 4d6| Status: Normal | Spell DC: 12 | Spells: 1 (4/4), 2 (2/3) | SP: 4/4 | Athl +5, Ins +3, Int +4, Srv +3 Saves: S3, D0, C5*, I-1, W1, Ch4* | Init +0 | PP: 16 | Spd: 25' | Insp: No
i don’t recall a bless spell being cast. Just enlarge on Gal. Con Save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Adv if Poison:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Sigh. I wish I had a bless spell right now. Due to the stun, Odak’s stone armor and shadow blade both disapear. SMH.
As the spores fill his lungs, Odak’s shoulders slump and his eyes seem to lose focus on his surroundings. His dark blade and armor dissipate into magical mist and fade away.
Galinndan strikes the hideous creature once while missing a second time. Cyrus misses while Irdril continues to cast twice the spells of a normal person, as usual. Also normal, Galenus supplies an atypical solution and lobs fire onto the great slug, which begins burning. Odak, however, is stunned by the spores!
Kanzen and Zoltan may still go. It looks like Zoltan has just RPed so far, which is totally fine.
Zoltan manages not to phase out and jumps as he swings his warhammer at the slug: "It seems our blows do very little! I'm Zoltan, by the way. Nice swings nonetheless!" he comments to Galinndan.
You're right, Irdril. Galinndan, I think your status line should read only that you're enlarged. You don't seem to be blessed or to have cast hunter's mark right now.
Zoltan, can you add a status line some time soon? For now, I'll assume that a 17 hits you.
Zoltan lands a solid blow while Kanzen misses once while bringing his other sword home. The large slug creature continues healing itself by feeding on rotting corpses while you attack it. It looks weakened but proclaims "The wedding draws near! You will all see the glory of the Lady of Decay!" It attempts to strike Galinndan with an amorphous appendage but the wood elf's armor protects him. The myconids strike out but only one manages to land a blow, on Zoltan (5 bludgeoning and 8 poison before your resistance). Perhaps the tide is turning in the humanoids' favor in this accursed garden of rot...
Oh yeah there are tons of corpses. Well if he wants to keep this up much longer, he's going to have to move, provoking an aoo from at least one of you guys.
My fault, I never adjusted that part of my tagline from the last battle. Though if it's within the hour, hunter's mark would still be going and Galinndan would have focused it onto his current target.
Galinndan spits at the monstrosity, visibly outraged, then shouts at it in common.
"Wedding!? You are a rotting blasphemy against life! The only celebration you will get to attend will be that of your death!"
His blades continue speaking for him afterwards.
+2 not so short sword:1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21
Hunter's Mark, if applicable:1d4 ⇒ 4
Damage:1d6 + 4 + 2 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 + (3) = 13
+1 not so short sword:1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9
Galinndan, it can't have been less than an hour since you guys took a short rest, which lasts 1 hr.
Sorry, Irdril. Didn't see your question. A religion check would give you the most information about this creature. But it's less relevant now as it can't keep taking those legendary actions to heal when it's dead... XD
Zoltan and Galinndan strike two blows nearly in unison and the abominable slug falls limp. The crazed myconids, however, keep fighting!
Kanzen, Galenus, Cyrus, and Odak still to go. Odak, you were only stunned for one round, btw.
With Yestabrod down, you have little difficulty making short work of the two remaining myconids. The battle over, the garden falls silent except for the occasional moaning of some poor, mostly dead creature.
Action Surge* 0/1 | Divine Sense 3/3 | Faerie Fire 1/1 | Lay on Hands 10/10 | Second Wind* 1/1 | Spell Slots 0/2 | HD: 4d10
HP: 27/32 | AC: 17 | Acr +5, Ath +3, Perc +2, Pers +4, Stl +5 | Saves: Str +3*, Dex +3, Con +3*, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +2 | Init: +3 | Passive Perception 12 | Speed 30ft (swim, climb) | Inspiration: Y | Hit Dice: 4d10 | Active conditions: Madness (2)
Kanzen, still breathing heavily from the battle, turns to Galinndan and the three swords he offers. His eye strays to the finely crafted drow-made blade, obviously the weapon of a noble, and his hand itches to wield it. But he shakes his head slightly "The silver blade you purchased. The drow blade calls to me, and yet the best sword should be wielded by the best swordsman. If I may, I'll take this one." he says, selecting the third sword.
Cheers Galinndan :)
So it's a +1 short sword, is that right? Gal or DM, can you remind me where the party found this sword? I'd like to get a bit of narrative connection with the weapon, maybe roll or choose with caster on the tables on pp 142-43 of the DMG to make it a bit more distinct. It's only a +1 weapon, but given that Kanzen uses two short swords he'll probably have it for a long time :) Thoughts on that caster?
A quick search leaves me mystified about the silver blade, which isn't shocking since I don't track the party's equipment. Galenus or Galinndan, do you remember?
As you speed the half-dead to their eternal rest, the next life, or whatever may await them, you hear a something, maybe voices, and movement coming from a misty cavern nearby. It seems to be approaching closer.
Action Surge* 0/1 | Divine Sense 3/3 | Faerie Fire 1/1 | Lay on Hands 10/10 | Second Wind* 1/1 | Spell Slots 0/2 | HD: 4d10
HP: 27/32 | AC: 17 | Acr +5, Ath +3, Perc +2, Pers +4, Stl +5 | Saves: Str +3*, Dex +3, Con +3*, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +2 | Init: +3 | Passive Perception 12 | Speed 30ft (swim, climb) | Inspiration: Y | Hit Dice: 4d10 | Active conditions: Madness (2)
Sword origins:
Galinndan bought the silver sword in Gracklstugh if memory serves. I was wondering about the +1 short sword he's had for a while. I can trawl through the gameplay thread, but easier if someone else can remember where/when Gal got it!
Kanzen stiffens as he hears the noises. "Shall we hide?" he hisses, moving towards a shadow near the wall.
Happy to follow the party's lead, but my instinct is to hide. If no one hides I won't bother.
"Terrible! Dis.Gusting!" replies Zoltan affirmatively, beaming at Galenus like he means it as a compliment.
He turns to the Drow as he suggests hiding and tries to say something, but the words stay caught in his throat. The sight of a Drow is still too much for him. He swallows instead and nods, then looks away quickly.
Male NG Mtn Dwarf Sorcerer 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC: 16/18 | HD: 4d6| Status: Normal | Spell DC: 12 | Spells: 1 (4/4), 2 (2/3) | SP: 4/4 | Athl +5, Ins +3, Int +4, Srv +3 Saves: S3, D0, C5*, I-1, W1, Ch4* | Init +0 | PP: 16 | Spd: 25' | Insp: No
Just out of curiosity, after gathering his things, Odak slices off a chunk of the once sentient mushroom creature. (The myconid, not the slug boss) Walking up to Zoltan, he offers apiece to his dwarven companion and anyone else standing nearby before taking a bite of the thing. ”Womderin’ what kinda mushroom these things be tastin’ like. *chomp* Want some?” he asks, his mouth full of squishy myconid flesh.
Upon hearing the voices, he moves to a nearby stalagmite and crouches begins it. He then straps on his shield while he waits.
Irdril slaps the mushroom out of Odak’s hand before he can consume it.
”Are you stupid or something? That thing was tainted by the demon lord of rot.. Are you trying to be tainted as well? Stop thinking with you stomach and hide!”
Stool cries out in the minds of the rest of those of you to whom he has bonded "No! Don't eat them!"
This wasn't obvious to Zoltan and Odak OOC of course but the party travels with a crew of npcs including Stool, a telepathic young myconid. They are often in the background letting the PCs steal the limelight, though. I'll add some more action for the next bit for the new guys to get acquainted.
Echoes spill from the misty cavern beyond, a cacophony of wheezing voices that wrap together like some kind of discordant music. The remaining heads planted in the Garden of Welcome begin to croak and groan, joining the horrible song.
Through the mist that shrouds the smaller cavern, you see the parade of creatures responsible for the melody. Their bodies are only vaguely humanoid, with clusters of luminescent lichen and tumescent growths forming chaotic patterns on their decaying flesh, their voices stabbing into your minds, both insane and gleeful in equal parts:
"From rocky bed the toadstool rose,
From chaos dark, her love She shows.
Wish! Yearn! Laugh!
The Lady will be wed!
Crave! Hunger! Dance!
Her joyous spores will spread!
Youth is gone, beauty rots,
Araumycos and Zuggtmoy!
Joined together, heart to heart,
Becoming one ’til death do part!
Hail! Hail! Hail!"
Twelve medium-sized, roughly feminine creatures and six large, approximately masculine ones dance slowly into the Garden of Welcome, ignoring you and lost in their own reverie. They form up in rows with the "females" on one side and the "males" on the other with a male and female in the center standing together. They appear to be preparing to enact a mock wedding of some sort, singing and dancing slowly in place all the while. Three spore servants rise up out of the ground and, grasping the body of Yestabrod, carry him to the officiants place. They then puppet his corpse through the motions of conducting a wedding.
Suddenly, the tableau of the mock wedding is replaced by a vision of the inside of a great tower. Spiraling stairs and balconies are carved into its walls, with the interior lit by phosphorescent patches of mold growing in whorls. In the center of the open space floats a humanoid figure, womanlike in form, but made entirely of fungi and mold. She is easily three times the height of the fungal bridesmaids that move up and down the spiraling stairs, tending to their giant mistress. They croon a strange, soothing song as they weave the substance of the giant figure into delicate lichen veils and a long, mycelium train like a bridal gown.
The vision ends and you feel your minds reeling with unearthly power. You barely retrain your focus to the here and now. The wedding rehearsal retreats into its misty cavern, humming and spinning, leaving you alone in a now-silent Garden of Welcome.
Galenus and Irdril:
Don't react to the above just yet. I need to see in your status lines whether or not you already have a level of madness because that affects what happens to you here. I believe Galenus had 1 before and Irdril had 0, putting you at 2 and 1 respectively.
Male NG Mtn Dwarf Sorcerer 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC: 16/18 | HD: 4d6| Status: Normal | Spell DC: 12 | Spells: 1 (4/4), 2 (2/3) | SP: 4/4 | Athl +5, Ins +3, Int +4, Srv +3 Saves: S3, D0, C5*, I-1, W1, Ch4* | Init +0 | PP: 16 | Spd: 25' | Insp: No
Ildril’s insult goes unnoticed as Odak’s attention follows the chunk of Myconid. It must have been then when Stool cried out because Odak quickly looks around like a prairie dog trying to figure out the source of the voice.
Hearing the incoming voices, he the ducks behind the rock formation. While strapping on his shield, he is trying to figure out if he heard a voice in his head or if he was still suffering an after affect of being spored by the slug.
Here's your effect. You can decide how to RP it in a way that is most fun to you.
The character retreats into his or her mind and becomes Paralyzed. The effect ends if the character takes any damage.
Duration, 5 minutes. But you still have one level of madness when its over. That affects what happens next time you gain a level of madness.
Galenus:
Here's your effect. You can decide how to RP it in a way that is most fun to you.
The character becomes Incapacitated and spends the Duration screaming, laughing, or weeping.
The character loses the ability to speak.
Duration, 3 minutes and 90 hours, respectively. But you still have two levels of madness when its over. That affects what happens next time you gain a level of madness. Yikes that second one is nasty. Synergizes interestingly with the first one.
Action Surge* 0/1 | Divine Sense 3/3 | Faerie Fire 1/1 | Lay on Hands 10/10 | Second Wind* 1/1 | Spell Slots 0/2 | HD: 4d10
HP: 27/32 | AC: 17 | Acr +5, Ath +3, Perc +2, Pers +4, Stl +5 | Saves: Str +3*, Dex +3, Con +3*, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +2 | Init: +3 | Passive Perception 12 | Speed 30ft (swim, climb) | Inspiration: Y | Hit Dice: 4d10 | Active conditions: Madness (2)
Kanzen emerges slowly from the shadows in which he hid, his face displaying bafflement and revulsion in equal measure. "What in the Nine Hells was that?"
Dare to descend into the Underdark! Discover the fascinating and horrific secrets of that hidden land and the plots twisting within it.
I'm going to run the published 5e adventure Out of the Abyss. Submit level one characters with point buy. More details in campaign info about posting expectations and what I want to see in submissions. I will update campaign info as good questions on here make me realize things I should clarify.
Good with an ax or a hammer. Wears armor. Casts spells. Enjoys the violin.
I used Xanathar's background generator to help come up with his backstory:
Backstory:
Galenus was born on the streets. He never knew his father; his mother didn't talk about him much. Something happened to him, and it just wasn't spoken of. Mom got dissociative whenever he tried to bring it up.
Despite his wretched condition as an infant, he and Mom were brought in by a talented artisan, a dwarf specializing in fine craft brews. His step-father's success allowed Galenus to grow up in a larger home, and as an only child he had lots of space to play. His parents weren't mean, but neither were they that attentive of him. He learned the family trade and how to play the Violin, but other than that they preferred to let him grow and explore on his own. And so he did.
Through his adolescent, Galenus would venture futher and further away from home for longer stretches of time - sometimes on his own and sometimes with one or two of his friends. His preferred locale to explore was the underdark - it was full of dangers and adrenaline-producing events. But more than that, it was full of treasures just waiting to be plucked.
It was the treasure that eventually became Galenus' primary reason for exploring - his primary motivation. He quickly ammased wealth, bought a home, and was a rising name in the hold.
One day, upon returning to his home, he had discovered he had been banished. He was no longer allowed past the walls. He does not know why; he hadn't done anything of considerable consequence to warrant such a reaction, not that he could think of.
So with nothing but what was on his back, he turned around and went back into the underdark. His home, his wealth, everything was lost to him.
Well, f~$$ it. It wasn't that hard the first time, it won't be that hard the second time. Let's go, once more, into the breach.
Full character is in the profile, sans equipment.
His background is from Appendix A of OotA; I've chosen underdark explorer.
His backstory isn't fully inclusive; it doesn't explain everything and there are a lot of gaps to explore. For example, it doesn't explain how he learned magic, or the time he got lost in the underdark and a group of Kua-tao helped him out and helped him find his way back home (which considerably changed his opinion on those crazy f#@#ers). And then there's that one big question: why the hell was he banished from his home? He may never discover the true reason.
I have a notion for an elven revised ranger, hunter or deepstalker conclave. He is determined to sweep away the dangers to his homeland, two blades at a time.
As far as character profiles go, I prefer the format found on my character profile, as seen here. It's cleanly laid out, a GM can easily trace where all bonuses and proficiencies come from, and it's easy to edit.
Galenus: Fine to leave questions in the backstory. These can be very satisfying to answer over the course of the game.
ElbowtotheFace: Definitely allowed. Giving up darkvision (like other races would get) in exchange for a feat is not an OP trade in this campaign. Darkvision is worth a LOT.
Okay, thinking drow paladin of Eilistraee, Oath of Vengeance or Devotion. Might pick up a few fighter levels along the way. I'll get something up in the next couple of hours.
Every casting? Every casting of a spell level unless it is 2 levels below the highest spell level I can cast?
I would start with every non-cantrip spell unless it got too tedious or ridiculous. I think the 5% chance and the high probability of a beneficial effect makes it reasonable. At very low level, I would probably ameliorate the "fireball centered on self" options a bit. Perhaps make the spell self only or 5 ft radius or something. Random chance of tpk doesn't sound too fun.
All: Nice to see very active responses. I was thinking of keeping this open for two weeks but if people have their builds ready very fast perhaps I will shorten it.
Warlock could be a very good choice in a campaign where long rests are hard to come by.
I found that long rests we're far more common than I originally expected.
Spoiler:
It all depends on how far ahead the PCs get. My players went full speed ahead and got some distance from the drow, and then some random events closed off their tunnels from the drow, granting them some decent respite until they got to their first city.
I ended up expanding on the nightmare rules so there was a cummulative 10% chance per long rest that your nightmares are so bad that you don't benefit from a long rest. It really helped curb the Nova cheese, since quite often there was only one combat per long rest.
Knowing that you may not get a long rest tonight made my players think about when they wanted to go full Nova.
Warlock could be a very good choice in a campaign where long rests are hard to come by.
I found that long rests we're far more common than I originally expected.
** spoiler omitted **
We'll see how it plays out. I'm inclined to think of long rests as something of a reward that sometimes must be earned when one is trying to survive in the Underdark.
Warlock could be a very good choice in a campaign where long rests are hard to come by.
I found that long rests we're far more common than I originally expected.
** spoiler omitted **
We'll see how it plays out. I'm inclined to think of long rests as something of a reward that sometimes must be earned when one is trying to survive in the Underdark.
Yeah. That's fair. And that's what I was expecting before I DMd the adventure. But it's not how it worked out using the guidelines in Chapter 2. The set up in the book gives you maybe 1-2 encounters per day, with many days having no encounters at all. I had to compensate for that in other ways, and the nightmares was one of the tactics I used.
Of course, sometimes I just brought in more encounters just for the heck of it. And adding extra environmental encounters was a ton of fun. :)
Another suggestion I've seen around the boards is to use the Gritty Realism variant, so short rests are 8 hours and long rests are 1 week (I've also seen people suggest 24 hours). Still allows for the fewer number of encounters in the book while keeping it really dangerous.
Edit: Here is where I got the Bad Dreams idea. There's lots of great ideas in this thread. :)
Let's perhaps move more suggestions of how to run this into PMs to prevent spoilers or accidentally creating expectations of how things will proceed that I might not choose to meet.
Mercenary Veteran
Skills: Athletics, Persuation
Tools: one type of gaming set (dice), Vehicles (land)
Equipment: A uniform of your company (traveler's clothes in quality), an insignia of your rank, a gaming set of your choice, and a pouch containing the remainder of your last wages (10 gp)
Feature: Mercenary Life –
You know the mercenary life as only someone who has experienced it can. You are able to identify mercenary companies by their emblems, and you know a little about any such company, including the names and reputations of its commanders and leaders, and who has hired them recently. You can find the taverns and feast halls where mercenaries abide in any area, as long as you speak the language. You can find mercenary work between adventures sufficient to maintain a comfortable lifestyle (see "Practicing a Profession" under "Downtime Activities" in chapter 8 of the Player's Handbook).
Personality Trait: I joke too much and have a crude sense of humor, I enjoy being strong and breaking thins
Ideal: He who dies with the most gold wins
Bond: The family you choose is the best
Flaw: I have little respect for anyone not a proven warrior.
History:
Exile, clanless, without honor, shame bringer - these are but a few of the titles of Eddrikk Redstone a sellsword in the company of the Bloodaxes. Founded in Sundabar nearly two centuries ago, the Bloodaxes were originally a group of dwarves outcast from their clans for crimes against the teachings of Moradin Soulforger. They began hiring out as mercenaries to whoever in the North would pay them. Since then the mercenary company has broadened its membership to other races, but every member is an exile, criminal, or misfit of some sort looking for a fresh start and a new family among the bold Bloodaxes, Eddrikk is one such outcast.
Born to lower class soldiers, Braggrim and Sighilde, who lived in outpost just inside the Underdark, Eddrikk was raised in an ordinary and uneventful manner. His brother, Eriborlig, on the other hand was seen as exceptional and thought to be the savior of the clan. 30 years older than Eddrikk, Eriborlig had been a paladin of Moradin for many years before Eddrikk even first picked up a battldaxe. Eriborlig's warrior status and position in the church was used to help elevate the clan's social status. Where Eriborlig was a tactician and social climber Eddrikk was a brawler, partier, and misfit. This didn’t sit well with his family who were trying to ascend the social hierarchy. Eddrikk loved to fight and tavern brawls were his favorite, but not all fights were his fault. The cause of more than a few scuffles was the lovely but strange Bellin Redstone, Eddrikk’s little sister. Only two years younger than Eddrikk the two were very close. Many thought the young Bellin to be a bit touched, some claimed her to be an oracle – a soothsayer of the gods, others that she was simply mad. No matter what someone thought of her Eddrikk would fly into a fit of fury at the slightest hint of disrespect directed her way. One such incident left one young lad with a broken arm and missing a few teeth after he tried to get a peek up Bellin’s dress.
Bellin always tried to keep Eddrikk grounded and out of trouble, by offering glimpses of the consequences of his actions – she was surprisingly accurate. The real trouble started when he began his martial training in earnest, one of the training missions was an escort to the surface, once he saw the sky Eddrikk knew he never wished to return to within the earth for no gems or treasures of the earth, and no mighty dwarven hall could ever match the majesty of the sun, and stars, and moon. He began regularly sneaking off to the surface world. This exacerbated the divide between Eddrikk and his family, especially with Eriborlig. The decision was made to help the young dwarf settle down.
One day as Eddrikk was sneaking away he was confronted by Eriborlig, “where ya off to?” Eriborlig asked with a half smirk half scowl, knowing full well the answer, “this needs ta stop, ya need ta do yer duty to the family and stop being such a damn screw up.”
“I am no one’s pawn,” Eddrikk spat back, drawing a bottle of whisky to his lips, “nah yers, nah dah’s, and nah yer god’s!” and with that he let fly the bottle in his hand which sailed right of his brother and smashed into the wall, the fight was on. Eriborlig was older and more skilled, Eddrikk was stronger, if only slightly, and faster. The brothers traded blows, Eddrikk landed first splitting Eriborlig’s lip, but the older brother landed better as the younger less experienced dwarf had left himself exposed and off balance. The blow itself wasn’t super powerful but still sent Eddrikk head first into the stone wall, leaving a trickle of blood coming down his face. Seeing red like a wounded boar, Eddrikk foolishly charged headlong at his brother, a quick side step and a toss sent him flying ass over tea kettle, landing flat on his back right where the shards of the bottle lay, to add insult to injury Eriborlig crashed on top of him knocking the wind out of him.
“Foolish,” Eriborlig said, driving his elbow into his brother’s face as he stood up. Regaining his feet Eriborlig turned and walked away.
After Eriborlig vanished from sight, Bellin came skipping down the hallway. Stopping next to Eddrikk, she squatted near his head, placing her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands, “I coulda told ya that would happen,” Eddrikk opened his mouth to reply but was cut short, “but ya’d nah listen ta me anyway, never do.”
With a groan and cough Eddrikk replied, “Nah I always listen, I just have ta check ta makin sure yer nah wrong, and ya never are.” Bellin bent over and kissed her brothers forehead and returned to skipping down the hall. Eddrikk picked himself up, angry and embarrassed he cleaned up his mess and was able to get the glass out of his back then headed back to his room deciding to forego the trip.
A few hours later his mother came and knocked on the door. “Yer father, brother, and I would like to speak with ya.” Before he could respond she was gone. ‘Here comes the ass chewing,’ he thought as he walked. Arriving in the meeting area he prepared himself. “We… We have…” his mother’s voice trailed off.
“Yer gettin married,” his father barked, “we managed ta come ta an arrangement with Yuri Magmabrew,” Eddrikk’s eyes went wide and tried to interject but his father drowned him out, “for ya ta his daughter Maredith.”
“Ye... yer marring me off… I am 23, no dwarf gets in their 20’s… and to plain Mary… are ya fookin kid…..” Eddrikk began to yell but suddenly stopped when he notice all three of them were holding cudgels in their hands, and that really ended the conversation. From that moment Eddrikk realizing his family’s seriousness reigned it in a bit he would still slip off to the surface world every now and then but would limit the brawling and excessive drinking to the world above. His courtship with Maredith was going well, he actually found her to be very enjoyable company and a good cook, and found that she wasn’t as plain as people thought. As well as things were going there was still one problem he loved the world above more than he loved his bride to be.
The night before the wedding, after the drinking and roughhousing was finished, and the others were asleep, Eddrikk wandered alone, stopping on a bridge over an underground river he leaned against the stone wall watching the water rush by. Suddenly he felt presence behind him, he turned to see Bellin, “It’s a long way down,” she said with a smile, Eddrikk chuckled and returned the smile.
“Why are ya here, sweet girl,” he asked his beloved sister, “ta tell me o’ me fate?”
“Yay and nay, I can nah tell ya what ya will do, but I can tell ya what I see.” Bellin pauses. “Iffen ye stay da clan will grow stronger and wealthier, our numbers will grow, ye will get ta see me see me married, but yer life will be uneventful. Yer wife and children will love ya, and their children will love ya to the third and fourth generations, but after that you will be forgotten. But iffen ya abandon us, me, for the world above, ya will perform great deeds, which may be etched in the stars and echo for eternity, but it could be the end of our clan.” When she finished she hugged her brother and departed. Eddrikk lingered on the bridge for a bit then headed for home.
The next morning Eddrikk was nowhere to be found, his bed was made, his room was clean, but his arms and armor were missing. Then Clan never heard from him again.
By the time Eddrikk reached the surface it was daybreak. The miles long trek was difficult but uneventful, thankfully. He found his way to his favorite inn, well the closest one he hadn’t been banned from yet. The inn keeper recognized him and was shocked to see him so early. Eddrikk explained the situation and paid for one weeks stay. During his stay he performed odd jobs and would check for caravans needing guards or other ways to move further away from his former home. On the last day he had paid for a well-guarded caravan arrived. Eddrikk inquired as to how to join up with it. The guards had been provided by the Bloodaxes, when he asked how to join up he was told, “First we drink, and then we fight.” Later that night once everyone was good and liquored up, Eddrikk got his interview. In the middle of a ring of mercenaries and he would have to fight his way through them. The first three he handled with ease, the fourth and fifth he was able to squeak by, and after that he didn’t have much left. The last three warriors all put him through the paces knocked him flat on his back, but he kept coming back for more and earned his way in. That was five years ago.
Gathering around the evening fire Eddrikk address a small group of his fellow Bloodaxes, “This new contract we are about to take it short on details but long in gold, three times our normal rate, with a minimum charge of 15 days, meaning we are going to try and get it done early. All I know now is that they want us to retrieve some religious relic and return it to them and our contact is a two days march from here. So we will strike camp at dawn.” As the words came out of his mouth one bolt whizzed by his head and a second struck him in the neck. The world seem to slow as he pulled the it from his neck, “Fookin Dro…..” unable to finish his curse Eddrikk fell to the ground unconscious.
scratch that, I'm going with a a dragon born paladin, Soldier background he was captured while defending a town from a raid, most of his comrades were slaughtered. He has turned ever more to Bahamut in these dark times, and desires to overcome the stigma of his Dark red scales.
He was a solider that got captured defending a small town from a raid. He has been a slave for almost 2 years now, and has picked up much of the undercommon tongue. I'll be tweaking him and adding in more background over the next few days.
Ok thanks, Rorek. It's always nice seeing people who's posting frequency and quality I know I can count on.
I tell you, guys. This adventure looks pretty awesome to me. Like I said, I bought it Sunday and now I've read the first two chapters and could probably start running it, especially since PBP gives me time to look things up. I'm stoked. I think it looks brutal but exciting.
Here's my feedback on the submissions so far. It's quite positive and I include it so others can see what kind of things I'm looking for. Target would be to start with 6 PCs as things happen and we'd want to make sure we weren't too short-handed.
Feedback for Eddrikk:
Love the backstory. A very interesting premise for this adventure: a Dwarf who hates being underground. The sense of destiny in your backstory is also quite interesting.
Feedback for Tiberius:
So far so good. Let me know when you have a little more backstory and/or character description.
Galenus:
I have to admit the mountain dwarf wizard has a special place in my heart. I think your speed should be 25 ft, btw. You have it listed correctly in one place and incorrectly in another. Fun to have a secret to possibly uncover later.
Cyrus:
Gotta love goblin PCs. There's an interesting tension between the lawful and chaotic sides of your PC as he greatly values loyalty but is also very greedy.
Hi caster, does rorek's paladin affects my chances of participating if I submit the drow vengeance paladin mentioned above? Or should I create something else if I want a chance to play?
Hi caster, does rorek's paladin affects my chances of participating if I submit the drow vengeance paladin mentioned above? Or should I create something else if I want a chance to play?
It might a little bit but yours would also affect his chances a little bit as well as a diverse party tends to be more fun and successful. However I'm not necessarily opposed to two paladins so I'd emphasize that this is a somewhat small difference.
The character is a concept I've been wanting to try for a while. Combat is regulated to dwarven weapons and armor, while spells are used for boosts and utility.
Also...
DM Only:
Since I know what happens at the beginning, I chose wizard for the extra challenge. I fully expect not to have access to his spell book for a while. If he does get it, cool. If not, he'll have to make one along the way or when they get to one of the population centers.
I kind of wanted this character to be an explorer first, so all of his abilities and spells are focused on that. Notice that he does have any combat spells at all.
The character is a concept I've been wanting to try for a while. Combat is regulated to dwarven weapons and armor, while spells are used for boosts and utility.
Also...
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I kind of wanted this character to be an explorer first, so all of his abilities and spells are focused on that. Notice that he does have any combat spells at all.
Okay, thanks caster. What I could do, in the interest of minimising clashing for everyone, is begin as a fighter, then multiclass to paladin or cleric in a level or three, depending on what works better with the party. Wouldn't change my character concept at all, as I was thinking a drow noble, trained as a fighter, who found Eilistraee and was sold into slavery. He can discover his connection to the divine after the start of play.
Okay, thanks caster. What I could do, in the interest of minimising clashing for everyone, is begin as a fighter, then multiclass to paladin or cleric in a level or three, depending on what works better with the party. Wouldn't change my character concept at all, as I was thinking a drow noble, trained as a fighter, who found Eilistraee and was sold into slavery. He can discover his connection to the divine after the start of play.
I'll start over now :)
Ok that works if you'd like. Multi-classing certainly decreases party overlap.
All: My first goal is for a fast-paced game. I check in (and post if there's anything applicable) at least twice a weekday usually once per day on the weekend. With that context, I like to get one post per day from players during the week and one post on the weekend. If it's not the players turn in combat or something, it's nice to at least get a comment in the discussion thread ("Oh this is an interesting fight") because this shows engagement and keeps the momentum rolling for everyone. Exceptions will occur, of course, but they should be communicated about and they should be exceptions.
Unfortunately, I'm with Demon Lord of Paladins here as well. I'm just getting into it and wouldn't want to take a space for someone who can definitely keep up. Have fun everyone!
If you picked the Sailor background *because* of the skills it grants you, know that backgrounds are fully customizable within the rules. You don't have to pick that background to get the skills you want.
I'd be okay with that rate on a normal day, or being botted. Creating the character takes me the most time. ;) I hope to have my ranger up in a day or so.
Statistics: Ability Scores Str 13, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 15
AC: 13 (+3 Dex)
HP: 11 (1d10+1)
Speed: 30'
Init: +3
Proficiency Bonus: +2
Saves: Str +3, Dex +3, Con +3, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +2
Proficiencies: (+2)
Saves: Strength and Constitution
Skills: Acrobatics, Atheltics, Perception, Persuasion, Stealth
Languages: Common, Elven, Undercommon
Items: All armour, shields, simple weapons, martial weapons, one gaming set
Abilities:
Racial Abilities:
Darkvision (120')
Keen Senses
Fey Ancestry (advantage on saves vs charmed, magic can't put you to sleep)
Trance
Sunlight Sensitivity
Drow Magic (dancing lights at will)
Drow Weapon Training
Class Abilities:
Two Weapon Fighting
Second Wind
Background Feature:
Deep Delver: You have a knack for making your way in the deep places of the worlrl. You can recall the twists and turns of passageways and tunnels such that you can always retrace your steps underground. You're also well-acquainted with foraging and survival in the Underdark, and can determine when sources of food and water are safe to consume. You can always find sufficient food and water for yourself and up to five other people in the Underdark. as long as sustenance is available in the area.
Background Info:
Personality: Despite my noble blood, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood. My exile has made me lonely, and I long for friendship.
Ideal: I must prove that I can handle myself without my family, and that my beliefs are more worthwhile than theirs.
Bond: My loyalty to Eilistraee is unwavering.
Flaw: The slavery I have endured has left me anxious about my freedom, and quick to react if that freedom is threatened. My shame about my people makes me angry when others presume I am like other drow.
Story:
Kanzen grew up as any male noble in Menzoberranzan. He learnt the way of the warrior, and the way of the drow. Kanzen attended Melee Magthere, and was one of the quickest students of his year. His skills at two weapon fighting were highly regarded, and during his senior years he spent many a month on distant patrol within the Underdark.
However, Kanzen found that the way of the drow weighed heavily on his soul, and through his childhood and adolescence he was forced to hide the way he thought and felt. While not particularly studious, during his enforced stint at Sorcere he studied as directed, and it was while enduring this period of study that he came across reference to Eilistraee in a manual on how to defend against and defeat drow clerics. While the text vilified the goddess, it described the beliefs of her followers and their likely powers. Kanzen was intrigued, and hungered to know more. A fire was lit within his soul.
This yearning to learn more of Eilistraee was Kanzen's undoing (or his salvation). His plan to convince a duergar trader to find him more books on Eilistraee was discovered by his family, and he was very nearly sacrificed to Lloth. However, he was shown "mercy", and instead sold for a hefty price into slavery. He is now houseless, a nameless drow warrior, as often as not engaged in manual labour, occasionally used to guard, or kill.
Personality:
Kanzen is angry: angry at his people, angry at his family, and angry at the world he lives in. However, his faith in Eilistraee tempers this anger, and gives it purpose. He wishes to serve her, and somehow defy his heritage and make the world a better place. He doesn't know how he can ever possibly achieve this, given his current situation, but he stays alert and ready for an opportunity to escape bondage, or at least manipulate his way into a more advantageous position. There is a constant war within him between the basically good nature of his soul, and the evil that he was raised to think, do, and be. His instincts are as a drow, even though his heart is good.
Above all this, Kanzen hungers for companionship. As a drow noble, friendships were treated as alliances, and as a slave he is an object, not a person. Kanzen wants above all else to belong to a group of people who think about more than power, deceit, and the Spider God.
If you picked the Sailor background *because* of the skills it grants you, know that backgrounds are fully customizable within the rules. You don't have to pick that background to get the skills you want.
I'm aware. I even changed a tool proficiency. I wanted to be a pirate so I picked pirate.
@ShadNo: Yes Death Domain is allowed. I'm fairly permissive unless something seems overly cheesy. I'd even allow things like sentinel-polearm master-tunnel fighter. It's just my job to keep encounters interesting for everyone.
@Those bowing out: Totally fine. I understand that a more casual pace is preferable for many. Good to get this figured out now before you spend too much time on character creation.
@Littlehewy: Nice! I like it! Swapping out skills to customize a background is fine with me.
If you picked the Sailor background *because* of the skills it grants you, know that backgrounds are fully customizable within the rules. You don't have to pick that background to get the skills you want.
I'm aware. I even changed a tool proficiency. I wanted to be a pirate so I picked pirate.
Awesome!
Sorry; I didn't mean to imply anything. I've just run into enough people who were surprised that they could customize backgrounds and have always chosen that particular one for the perception skill. It happens often enough that I like to give a heads up, just in case. :)
So we have 5 characters all ready to go. If no one else expresses interest before Decimus' ranger is ready to go, I say we start. Sound good? I'm really surprised and amused at the prospective party composition being:
1 fighter who will probably add paladin levels
1 paladin
1 dwarf wizard who wants to hit things in melee
3 rangers
I guess the "survival" part of survival horror really got people's attention. Fair enough. Hopefully at least one of our rangers will be an archer. Is that your plan Cyrus? Hard to tell since you don't pick a fighting style until level 2.
Regarding starting equipment, don't worry about it. ;)
