JBRam2002

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Alright guys, we're going to start up soon. I typically like to have an idea of the world map I'm working with. For reference, Group 1 (Ermine's group) is not on this map. They are faaarrr to the east, across an ocean. We might run into them at some point, but probably not soon. (I mean, they're also technically to the west, also across an ocean. Might be faster to get to them that way.)

We will be starting on the western part of the continent near the city of Bourgund (still working out exactly which town we start in). The scale on this map is a bit small (basically the world on this map is about 3x the size it should be. Where the scale says 150 miles, replace that with 50. Each hex is about 15 miles.) Those of you who created town names, if you could let me know approximately where they would be on this map, that would help me out.

World Map

Mass Effect: First Contact [Cancelled]

@Lauder Hey, it's been almost a week. Do you want to start the RP with the four of us, or are we calling it quits already?

Omega Station / Boop!

Kitt had mentioned bodies. From the sound of it, there were several bodies to worry about. Ryobi sighed heavily. How many friends had he lost already? Worse, how many of his friends were now enemies? The information that the robot provided was of little more use than confirming Ryobi’s fears. Worse, he was to go to the Captain’s office.

The request seemed simple enough. To the bot, it was entirely innocuous; but to Ryobi, it represented several choices, any of which could end up with him dead. If Captain Burchill had sent Kitt, that meant he was either attempting to find who he had left, or was trying to locate those who were fighting against the prisoners. He could be behind the attack himself, or he could be another unwitting victim. If the Captain was responsible, then going to the office was a death sentence. If Ryobi did not go to the office, Kitt would relay that information as well, giving away his location. Assuming the worst case could help Ryobi stay alive, but it could also turn him as ruthless as the criminals he wished to return to their cells.

It was a classic case of damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Before Ryobi could make any decision, he definitely needed more information. He began to slowly move towards Kitt, explaining himself in a way that he hoped the robot’s programming could handle. “There was a prison riot, Kitt. The prisoners all escaped, but worse, they must have had help. There is no way that a breach like this could happen without someone pulling some strings. That person would need to be someone with clearance at least as high as I have, understand? It is possible that anyone above my position could have done this as well. So before I come with you, I have to ask a few questions to make sure it’s safe. First, did the Captain send you? And second, ignoring the part of your programming that tells you to do what your superiors ask, are you absolutely 100% certain that the Captain had nothing to do with the break?”

He was at the grate near Kitt now, but kept the closed bars between him and the bot for the time being. For all he knew, the robot was given orders to kill him when he got close. Of course, the Kitt he knew wouldn’t hurt a fly, but things were different now. A little healthy paranoia never hurt anyone, right?

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

((OOC: Combo between Drajhan and Angela))

There was little to be said during the long walk through the forest. Draj’s mind darted between the strange occurrences of the day, from the meenlocks to the arcane gate to the giant cat whose goal seemed to be more of potentially drunken meandering than walking in a straight line. One thing among the details that stood out to him was the prayer uttered by the (now-assumed-to-be) cleric. As the group settled down for the night in the ramshackled overgrown hovel that the beast had dragged them to, Draj offered to take first watch.

Draj watched as the others took their meal, himself not too happy about the lean pickings from the forest. At the end of the meal, he volunteered for the first watch as he was in better shape than most. Drajhan set up watch outside the so-called “building” they inhabited, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous, and hoping he could finally get some time to himself.

Angela had much on her mind. She noticed her betrothed set up a watch outside of the building they were in. She walked up to him. “Hello, Drajhan I hope you aren’t mad at me?” Angela asked kindly.

Draj looked up to see Angela walking towards him and scoffed at the comment. “Nah, not mad at you,” he replied. “A little peeved at Harriet for setting you up like that, but that’s just like her. She knew I was betrothed to some girl, so she had you yank my chain a little.” Drajhan chuckled to himself. “Good one. You had me going for a bit.”

Angela smiled a bit. “Drajhan, I wasn’t joking about my betrothal to you,” Angela said. “I had to get your name from my parents and that’s all they told me.”

It was about this point that Drajhan realized she was either really committed to the story, or she wasn’t lying. “Gods be damned... but you aren’t even a dragonborn. Heck, are you even a noble? What sort of ‘alliance’ am I supposed to form with you?”

Angela was surprised at what he said. “I am a Baroness, and from a kingdom north of yours,” Angela said. “The Gillian Nobles have been around for a long time that what they tell me.”

“Never heard of ‘em,” Draj replied curtly before sighing. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m really not looking right now. I’ve kinda got this thing... I mean...” Draj’s voice trailed off before he pulled his sword belt around and drew his weapon. “Take a look at this blade. This weapon is a symbol of the Pact I made with my Patron. A lot of the dragonborn Houses are also warlocks with similar Pacts and Patrons. Right now, I’m following my Patron’s bidding, and he didn’t exactly mention settling down and getting hitched as part of it.”

Angela was stunned at what he said. ”That is okay about certain things,“ Angela said. ”This is the first time I am learning about other people. I have been sheltered most of my life. It is a very nice blade, what’s it called?”

“It’s just a longsword,” Draj replied. “The gemstone in the hilt is part of my spell focus. My Patron allows me to create a weapon and this gem appears in the center.” He sheathed his sword again. “Not every blade deserves a name. Just like people, they must prove themselves before they deserve to be exalted. This blade has not done so yet.”

The dragonborn stood up and looked down at the girl who stood before him, taking in her looks for the first time. “For a human, you aren’t half bad looking, at least. You will find I am not a typical nobleman in many regards. One such regard is that I don’t care much what’s written on a piece of paper. I will not consider you my betrothed until you have proven yourself worthy of such a title. My apologies if that seems harsh, but I have seen what a forced marriage can do when there is little love in the family. It can destroy homes, and it can destroy kingdoms. I will not allow that to happen to my lands.”

Angela was relieved with what he said but she was blushing. ”Sir, you are different in all respects. I try to keep all my people within my kingdom happy by being kind. I have a feeling this is why my parents kept this from me. I will earn your respect and love, Drajhan. It was a pleasure to meet you.” She smiled kindly towards him.

Drajhan nodded and looked out into the darkness of the forest for a moment. “If you are as naive as you say, perhaps it would be good to start your training on these matters early. Come, sit with me. Help me on my watch. Eventually, you will come to love the lack of sleep from these long nights.” He sat back down, shuffling over somewhat to make room for the ranger. “I will make but one promise to you at this point, Angela. I will at least give you a chance. I can give you little more for now.”

Angela nodded to Drajhan and sat down. ”I will help you on your watch. I am happy for what chances you give me. I have never done one of these watches before. I am grateful my parents allowed me to go on this journey to find you.”

About halfway through the watch, Drajhan spotted something prowling around. He held up his hand to shush Angela and pointed into the darkness. A pack of wolves were sniffing around at the trail where the group had recently come from. Drajhan tightened his grip on his sword, but kept his hand up, signalling Angela to wait. He had never had much dealings with wolves before, but he had heard stories from farmers about wolves running off with their sheep. Nothing that a dragonborn and a ranger couldn’t handle, though... hopefully.

Angela can calm Drajhan down a bit, assuring him they're not actively hunting right now. She knew only a few things about wolves and this knowledge is mostly from her father. She looked at Drajhan and used her hand to motion to let go of his weapon.

Draj nodded to Angela. It seemed having a ranger around might be helpful after all, but he wasn’t about to let the wolves wander into the building. With a wave of his hand, a shower of sparks appeared at the doorway, sudden enough to scare away the wolves. Draj loudly whispered “Sorry!” as they skittered away.

The two spent the next hour partially in silence, partially discussing some of the different aspects of their cultures. Small talk, as it were, despite one of them having a rather large personality. Drajhan found it difficult to open up much to this girl. If she were really his betrothed, there would be plenty she would find out about him eventually, and some of it need not be displayed on their first night. The poor girl had no idea what she was getting herself into, but Drajhan made a promise, and he would keep it.

Dice Rolls

Drajhan:
Perception - 17, Nature - 3.

Angela:
Nature - 13

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

There were very few things that Mal understood, but the look of fear was one of them. This wriggling mass he held aloft was afraid. Not of Mal, but by something else, and if it caused more fear than Mal did, it must be something terrible indeed, and the only force in nature that Mal knew that was more terrible than a goliath was fire. Mal set the man down as he say the blonde take off running. "Everyone, move!" Mal called out. "Together! Stay together!" Mal began to cast Haste on himself to help himself move faster, but in the commotion (and because it had been a while since such a spell was necessary), Mal stumbled over the incantation.

Haste Roll

Movement PL 2: 4 - Not good.

Mass Effect: First Contact [Cancelled]

@GeneralNoxIf yes, can we kill it? Or maybe just experiment on it for a while... Muahahah!

Omega Station / Boop!

There Sayako stood, her eyes smiling, dressed in a beautiful sea-green dress that slung over one shoulder and draped down to her knees. A flower of some sort, looked like a lily, adorned her hair, drawing attention to her eyes. “How do I look, Ryobi?” she asked with a giggle. Ryobi’s only response was a nervous chuckle. What could he say? This woman had stunned him into silence yet again.

Beep.

She took him by the arm, leading him towards the black limo. “I’m so glad you asked me to prom. I wasn’t sure if I was going to have to do the asking.” This woman... girl? Sayako was everything he ever wanted. “I even rented a hotel room for us,” she added with a wink.

Beep.

The limo doors opened, and Ryobi and Sayako stepped out of the vehicle into the entryway of the prison. The smell of burning plastic filled the air, and everyone was running crazily everywhere. “What’s going on?!” Ryobi shouted before seeing an inmate rushing towards him. The inmate grabbed Sayako’s arm, tugging, pulling, making her scream. “No! Sayako!!”

Beep!

Ryobi opened his eyes to see metal walls surrounding him, more of a prison than the one he normally guarded. The beeping noise from his dream turned out to be a reality, and despite his body wanting to get ready for a fight, he forced himself to remain still. Vent shafts were not the quietest structures to move around in, and Ryobi didn’t want to alert whatever was out there to his presence. Without moving his head, Ryobi looked around the area to see what was in his visual range. Light... so some of the power is back up. What time is it?

The view between the slats of the ventilation cover was not great. He could see the floor, but that’s about it. It was the only safe place to sleep, however... well, relatively safe. Being out in the halls was out of the question, and he certainly wasn’t going to try to sleep inside the prison. Here, he could get out, and as long as he avoided the long drops, there was minimal danger.

And then the footsteps approached. Was it one or two sets? It sounded like one pair, but you could never be too careful. That beeping sounded familiar, something from way back. Was it a scanner? Shit, were they looking for him?! Ryobi tensed, readying himself to spring into action if something came through the vent. Not much he could do if they had a gun, but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. And then she spoke.

Kitt, thank God... he had never been so relieved to hear Kitt’s voice. She obviously knew it was him, so any option of stealth he had was out the airlock. He moved for the first time, stretching out his aching joints and trying to ignore the pounding headache. “Kitt... aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he muttered as her face popped into view. Keeping his voice low so as to not echo through the shaft too much, he added, “Are you alone? Do you understand what has happened?” Ryobi was never sure exactly how sentient the AI was that powered the robots. She was smart enough to know if they were early or late, but that was fairly easy to program. Facial recognition and DNA matching was also simple enough. But would she know about a prison riot and what it really meant? Either way, it was unlikely she was working to let the prisoners escape. It theoretically should be against her programming. An ally... for now. Ryobi would take what he could get.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Backstory just means that it's important somehow to your character. Trinkets have little function, and thus don't really weigh anything in my mind. They have no mechanical effect. They're just some interesting flavor. For example, Drajhan has a foot-long silver cord as his trinket. What I did: the cord is tied to the pommel of his blade and dangles off with nothing attached to it. It is a reminder of the everlasting ties he has with his patron, and how easily they could be severed.

For @Mistiel, @Oraculum, @Turbowraith, and @Asura, I have added your trinkets into the homebrewery page (check the OP). To the rest of you, your trinkets have not changed. I still need Q&As from two people. If I don't get them soon, I'm going to need to put a deadline on them. @ClocktowerEchos and Asura both need to get Q&As in (Echoes, you haven't been involved long, so I'm not so concerned about you yet).

To everyone, I would like to start this up very soon. We've kinda been sitting in dev for nearly a month. If we could start mid-early next week, that would be great. To do so, I need everyone's information completed, including the group questionnaire. I also need everyone's character sheet to be posted in the Chars tab.

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

Mal looked back and forth among the group. It appeared some of them knew each other already, and no one had directly objected to his accompanying them. Mal was now one step further upon his path to personal victory. There was little that was being said that truly made much sense, however. Wren's explanation was helpful, but Mal would never understand why people gave others such odd names. Half of the names goliaths had were the first noise out of the father's mouth when told his child was born -- usually a belch of some sort. The boy seemed to be fairly decent at weaving various magical energies together, or at least Mal hoped it was just magic. And the bright flower girl seemed to have odd mood swings.

But one thing was more confusing than most. Mal leaned over to whisper (quite loudly) to Wren, "Doesn't 'wiz' mean to piss? Is the boy some great pisser?"