Dragoknighte

Dick Blackman, The Moose

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole and that means comfort. Dick looked long and hard at the page in front of his eyes, trying to make out words in the dim light of the forest. Given the lack of light filtering through the canopy of wicked branches, it was probably overcast. It might rain later. Even though the cover of the book was faded and covered in dirt, he could tell that this was supposed to be something like a fairy tale he'd been told back as a child. He had seen a couple books before, but this was the first one he had been able to handle himself. He had learned to read a bit of them words back in the tunnels, but they said things like "Do not stand here," or "Danger" so he could make out maybe half the words in the first sentence. For all the fuss made about books and reading, this one didn't seem to be all that great.

Dick shut the book and looked up towards the great tree just ahead. If the old hag was right, and she usually was, this was the place. He stood there for several minutes, wiping away the dirt from it. These witches usually didn't like people barging in on them, so he had to approach this tactfully. The druid weaved through the trees, barely making a sound as his feet treaded softly through the black topsoil. For another several long seconds, Dick stood there unsure about how to progress. So he decided to wing it He put on his best winning smile and knocked thrice on the wooden door.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

Now I actually have to get off my butt and come up with a coherent plot.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

I forgot to mention, potions here are a bit more flexible than they would be in a game of D&D. You can ingest it or rub it into something to apply the effects on an item as per usual, but they can also function like grenade weapons. Like if you threw a salve of slipperiness onto the ground, it would function like the grease spell. Or if you threw a potion of Inflict Wounds onto a cliff side covered with vines, they would snap and send anybody or anything climbing on them hurtling towards the ground. Contact with the solution is enough to transfuse the magic into it.

Dick Blackman, The Moose

@Afina Alright, I only have a few nitpicks with your Character Sheet, although it's probably more on me than you because these are things I've only alluded to rather than explicitly state and a lot of things are just vague details in my head that I haven't properly communicated. The only known magic in this setting is the shapeshifting of druids and the potions of the witches. In theory, it could be possible harness magic in another form, but if so, it hasn't been figured out. The brewing of the potions is essentially a way to stabilize magic in a form that it could actually be put to use. It's a bit like how we can synthesize anti-matter, but it's almost immediately canceled out after creation since it touches matter. Nobody actually knows how druid shape-shifting works because the druids themselves don't really care, nor will they let the witches study it. So as it is, there are no conventional D&D spells and there aren't magical items. Kira could still know how to make wands and staffs, but they wouldn't be magical in nature. However, only those who know the secrets of magic (other witches) know this. Most people get the hell out of dodge if they see a witch pull a wand out of her sleeve because they don't want to be turned into a newt.

This is more of a semantics things, but all druids and witches are human. Like 1 in 200 girls will be born a witch, and a child born by a witch is most likely also going to be a witch, but otherwise bloodline doesn't really affect latent magical ability. I know you were probably using it as an easy way to differentiate the magical from the non-magic, but I feel like I had to bring it up.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Nobles subscribe to the incest=wincest philosophy

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri raised herself up to stand like a civilized person and looked at all the new arrivals with a skeptical eye. A dwarf covered in spikes, another dirty undead that she couldn't justify immediately chopping into little pieces, albeit one who did not bring with him a

Vaeri's train of thought came ot a screeching halt. What exactly was Zam? There was dark haired girl with magical abilities who looked about Fiona's age. Then again, Vaeri was bad at estimating human ages beyond vague terms. They aged so quickly. A scraggly, bored looking human with an odd sword and hints of elf in his facial features riding a jet black stallion and a ten foot tall two-headed ogre. All in all basically a mirror of the group that had been assembled yesterday. Vaeri sighed and gathered her stuff. Her clothes and armor were still kind of damp, so she threw her bag and armor in the wagon and laid out her shirt and cloak over the side to finish drying out.

"Good morning, Sir Tobias. I suppose I'm doing the same as you, just trying to adjust to the constantly changing conditions around me." Vaeri performed a curtsy to Tobias, using the bottom of Derrix's overly large shirt as a replacement for the more traditional dress. She climbed up to the seat where she had spent most of the day and crossed her arms. In the corner of her vision she spotted the swordsman, the one she remembered Fiona introducing as Kazuo ride up to the dwarven woman and say something to her. It was quiet enough that most humans wouldn't catch it if they weren't paying attention. Unfortunately, the ears of an elf were both a blessing and a curse.

"So are we just going to leave that ass behind?" Vaeri couldn't see, but Kazuo was pointing at the boar carcass sitting in the cave. His disgust had faded back into his hunger, but actively asking about taking others' food was still in poor taste.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri awoke from a dreamless sleep to find everyone gone. The fire had grown dim, the boar's ass lay bloody and neglected on the floor, belongings were left strewn about and the only one in the cave other than her was a dwarf in heavy spiked armor wielding a hammer. All this information was processed in a few instants, and without any commands from her mind, her body sprang up out of the sheets and in a defensive stance low to the ground and almost feral in nature.

"What did you do with everyone else?" Something in the back of Vaeri's head said something about the fact that she wouldn't have found herself in a situation like this if the dwarf in front of her had actually done something to the rest of the group. The rest of her mind noted that her bag was within arms reach, and she could get her axe out of it in maybe 10 seconds. 10 seconds she wouldn't have in a fight. She could feel the holy symbol against her chest, so she could still cast. There didn't appear to be anyone else to deal with. Still, she would not make any moves until she got a hostile movement from the dwarf. The spikes would pose some difficulty, but the cleric was confident she could find a way around them if she needed to.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Just ask the questions and either I or Afina will get around to answering them.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

How about you read the thread.