Dragoknighte

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

One absence Shela's eyes had missed on the first sweep was the wizard, Melvus. His stuff was still lying in a hidden corner, but him and his clothes were gone, spirited away by the same fog. Melvus awoke to find himself somewhere dark, and wet. It immediately dawned on him that he was underwater, and from the taste in his mouth, saltwater. There was no land within the immediate vicinity, but he could stop a bit of light above. It seemed that the surface of the water was about 10 feet overhead.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@billsomething Alright, you haven't posted in the IC in a week. If I don't see a post by the end of tomorrow, I'm going to have to drop you.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

<Snipped quote by boomlover>

Not for Tirarrian it wasn't

@The Fated Fallen

She deserved it. That dream was going too good for too long.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

Hider

Name: Dick Blackman
Gender: Male
Age, Apparent: 25
Age, Actual: 38
Occupation: Druid (Moose)
Appearance: Compared to most people in the current times, Dick is taller, healthier looking and more muscular than the majority of people. By today's standards, he's not really taller than average, standing at the respectable 5' 11" and weighing 205 lbs in his human form. His skin is thick, most notably the callouses covering the bottom of his palms and soles of his feet. He has some kind of scraggly facial hair from not shaving, but not really enough to call it a "beard." His hair is poofy, nappy and not easily restrained or soaked through.
Personality: Dick is a lot less grim than one would expect a druid to be. When most people hear "druid" they tend to think of grim, brooding old men who sit around doing nothing all day. Well, nature doesn't sit still. It's doing things all the time. Even though a mountain never "moves" it's constantly changing its face, eroding, becoming a different being. And it's not so much that he's more in-tune with his surroundings than anyone else, it's just that the world is beautiful, and he can appreciate that wherever he sees it. His ability to retain a constant sense of wonder is what lets him do what he does. Well, that's how Dick sees it. The others have their own philosophies, but this is neither the place nor time. All things said, Dick is a friendly, jovial guy in a dark, spooky forest.
Skills: Dick has mastered the ability to shapeshift into a moose, able to do so with a thought and maintain either form near-indefinitely. And he is able to selectively shapeshift limbs, giving his human form moose antlers for example. On top of this he has access to the following skills: Survival, Direction Sense, Herbalism, Healing, Animal Handling
Possessions: Dick owns almost nothing, he lives off the land and uses what he can find in the area to fix his problems. His only really possessions he has are some hide pants and coat he wears in his human form and a walking stick made out of dense, dark wood.
History: Xavier spent most of his early life in the dark. His parents lived in one of the human settlements in one of the sets of Precursor Tunnel Systems found in the world. It was always dimly lit and rectangular. Great thorny roots flowed through the tunnel at ocassional intervals, but other than that, it was mostly secure environment from outside threats. There was one rule given to people growing up, do not leave the tunnels. The adult men would sometimes leave the tunnel to go up into the outside world to hunt for food. Usually everyone would come back, but it was deemed far too dangerous for children to venture out.

Despite these rules, Dick felt constantly drawn to whatever was outside the tunnels. Whatever was tugging at him evidently did not appreciate having to wait, because at the ripe age of 12, the movement of many great roots caused the ceiling to shift and cleave the human settlement in twain, each half of the village losing vast numbers of people under the rubble, Dick being one of them. Buried in dirt and thinking himself doomed, 12 year old Dick struggled and squirmed to survive until his hand latched onto something wet. It was mud?

With a newfound sense of direction, Dick found that he had managed to pull himself out of the rubble and into some odd place he had never seen before. There was so many colors, and there was so much above him in the skies, with so many tiny flames in the sky. He recalled them being called "stars." This moment had a damper put on by the fact that the wet thing he felt had been the fecal matter of some moose that were standing in the same area Dick was. Alive, but hopelessly lost from his hometown, Dick learned the ways of the forest surviving through a combination of wits, cunning, hard experiences and dumb luck. These first hard years in the wild are when he found his true calling as a druid and learned the craft of shape shifting through instinct and odd flashes of inspiration.

Since then, Dick has discovered that there were more people period, other people like him, odd women who carried around weird concoctions, and managed to actually meet all of his fellow druids.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Kazuo didn't do much active searching, it was dark as fuck and he couldn't see much that wasn't already around that Zoe girl. He wouldn't be much use looking around, but he could still keep an eye out on the new strangers. As innocent as she seemed, Zoe was a magic user, and they were slippery, untrustworthy types to begin with, who knows if that spell they're about to cast isn't meant to actually sacrifice you to some unholy thing from Hell? Clerics were a bit more trustworthy, but they might be worshiping some evil god of deception and betrayal, and you wouldn't know. Magic was unnatural and not to be trusted. The other guy was a two-headed ogre. It paid to keep your distance no matter the situation. If he tripped, it would suck to be the below him. So Kazuo sat back and watched Zoe and red-headed girl find a path and head down that way while Shela found two more people apparently poofed by the fog. Man, fuck magic.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

Just to be completely clear, you totally don't have to go with the bungalow if you don't want to.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

That should be fine, but perhaps instead of being in a cabin, she lives a not silver, miniscule bungalow filled with ginger eyebrows?

Dick Blackman, The Moose

Well, the way I have things in my head, the potions aren't really all that good for combat or anything. Like, a potion you carry on you can do relatively minor, but potentially powerful things like making things slippery, giving something bad luck, shaking something vigorously, etc. To pull off something really powerful requires mixing a lot of crazy ingredients in a big cauldron Macbeth-style. More prep-time=bigger pay-off. Assuming your character isn't a greenhorn, you should carry enough ingredients on you at any time to make at least a couple batches of some of their "staple" potions, which could take maybe a couple hours to put together. Ingredients for "common" potions are not too hard to come by if you know where to look. Also, add in some potion miscibility from 1st edition D&D, where ingesting/applying two potions in too short a time leads to weird effects since the magics interact in unpredictable ways.

I don't care about the format of the CS as long as I can read it.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

Well I already put in the effort to take what I was given and make an actual setting from it, let's try to keep things mostly serious.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

The original short stor-

The plot generator had druid and witch, but I'm fine with any combination of character types.