Lucius Cypher

Gaia Frontier (5e)

The world of Gaia is a vast, ever growing world, where even after a hundred thousand years of living and intelligent live have thrived, there is still more to discover. A world full of magic and wonder that is still yet to be understood, where possibilities are endless for anyone with the determination to see their wishes fulfilled. Over the years many legends have risen and great nations have fallen, history have been made and monuments that have once stood the test of time have been destroyed. There is still so much about the past that people spend their entire lives barely knowing their own history, let alone knowing what their future has in store. And for some, simply surviving is all that is important to them.

You are a simple commoner in the Gaia Frontier. As new land is discovered, you have lived here for some time. Perhaps you were born here, perhaps you came here. You didn't have much before and you still don't have much now. But Frontier life, as dangerous as it is, is rife with opportunity to grow in wealth, experience, and power. A new Frontier Town have been developed, and while they haven't garnered enough attention or support to gain the interest of wealthy investors or adventurers, perhaps with your help you can revitalize the towns into something great. Or maybe you'll simply use the town as a homebase of sorts as you search through the ruins for any treasures that could bring you fame and fortune. Your fate is ultimately in your own hands.

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Rules:

1. Basic rule in any RP: My word is law. I have the final say, and if you disagree, you're free to leave. I will of course be willing to hear out your side of the argument but don't push it. I can only be so tolerant.
2. This is a 5e, Fifth Edition, Dice Rolling RP. I may or may not have maps up if I feel the need for it but in general things would take place in the theater of the mind. Stuff like range and movement speed is still important however, so keep that in mind if you think you can get away from something that moves faster than you. Also here's a link to the Guild's Dice rolling stuff. This is where all the rolling will happen for your characters, and I will be checking to make sure you aren't fudging your numbers. You'll get one warning. You don't get a second.
3. While combat is of course going to be something that you may eventually run into, tbh I won't include much combat at first, and even afterwards you'll only get into fights if you go looking for a fight. You certainly won't find much trouble if you just stand around the inn hoping for a drunkard to take a swing at you.
4. New characters start at Level 0: you have no specific class level, only what's available through your race and background. Backgrounds should be picked from the given list which I shall provide.
5. Those who wish to use different languages but don't know how to actually translate those languages into the written word, you can write your language between these symbols to represent your characters speaking different languages. Most languages have both spoken and written script, some even have a sign language (Such as thieves cant or drow elvish). More symbols added as different languages are considered.

Language Symbols

|abyssal| >animals< ^celestial^ "common" +dwarvish+ {draconic} %druidic% /elvish/ =giant= &gnomish& $goblin$ ;halfling; [infernal] <orcish> #primordial# ~sylvan~ ** telepathy ** )thieves cant( -undercommon- __Deepspeech__ ((out of character speech ))

6. More rules to be added as I see fit.

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Character Creation

Let me start off by reminding you of Rule 4: new characters start at level 0. That means you have no class levels, no skills, no particular proficiency beyond your natural skills through your race and what you might have in your background. Yes, you're effectively peasants. So you may be wondering; how to you level up? The answer is simply enough: Gain the minimal amount of skills you would have obtained if you were a level 1 character of that class. Of course the complicated part is that this is no simple task; even a fighter has to learn and utilize every simple and martial weapon, and magic isn't any easier. Even a simple cantrip like a light spell would require practice and, most importantly, an education. Those who wish to try and "multiclass" by learning multiple different skills from different classes will find it even more difficult. You're basically going to be slowly progressing in two classes whereas others would be able to progress more quickly in a single class. Still, if that's what you want to do, you're free to do so. Just don't be surprised if you're still a level 0 Peasant who can barely use a first level spell and swing a warhammer, where you buddies can start raging and throwing around magic missiles.

Now then, onto other details: There isn't any particular restriction for races so long as they come from reliable sources, namely Core, Unearthed Arcana, and Xanathar's guide. If you want to use a homebrewed race you need to bring it up to me first, not only to ensure that it isn't overpowered but also to figure out how to incorporate such a race into the RP. If you want to play a race that would typically be hated or distrusted, don't be surprise if that does happen even if you yourself have done no wrong; don't be surprised if you're an orc and dwarves don't particularity like you.

Backgrounds should also be chosen from this page. I don't mind a bit of swapping so long as you inform me of it first, but try not to add more to your background to try and give yourself more of an advantage. Sure, you could be from a noble family or even a knight, no that doesn't mean suddenly you already have the effective martial training in swords and armor just because that's your background. Think of yourself less as a fully fledged knight and more of a squire.

Character Sheet

Name:
Race:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Level: (Everyone starts at 0)
Proficiency: (What your bonus is for skills and abilities you're proficient with. Scales with your level. As a level 0 your default Proficiency will be +1.)
Health: (As everyone starts at 0, they will only get 1 HP plus whatever they might get from their Constitution Modifier. If you happen to have less then 0 to you're modifier you just have 1 HP)
Stats: (Standard 27 Point Buy, here is the online calculator I use. You must use all your points but you cannot go over your limit.)
Strength -
Dexterity -
Constitution -
Intelligence -
Wisdom -
Charisma -

Proficient Skills: (Include only the skills you're specifically proficient with. Other skills will be assumed that you only have your base Stat bonuses towards.)
Proficient Tools: (Tools you're specifically proficient with, such as artisan tools, instruments, or vehicles like carts or boats. Do not include weapons or armor here. Because the exact stat that determines these proficiency can vary on the circumstance, don't add a modifer either. It will just be assumed it's your own proficiency plus whatever relevant stat.)
Traits: (This involves your Racial Abilities, Background Abilities, and Languages)
Abilities (This involves your Class abilities and feats. For class ability please separate them by class if you multiclass, and preferably in the order in which you've obtained them. Feats should have their own section as well. If you choose an ability Score increase instead of a feat, please also include that here.)
Inventory: (Items in your Current Possession. Do keep in mind your encumbrance level as well as logical stuff; sure you could carry 200 pounds of feathers easily with your 18 strength, but that's still a sack of feathers that's probably bigger than a horse. Remember, all you have is your background items. Nothing else.)
Background: (Whatever your background is, expanded. Don't just say that you're a soldier; what did you do during your time there? How or why did you arrive to Frontier in the context of your Background? So on and so forth.)

Character Sheet Example

Name: Katalmach Marchrosias
Race: Half-Orc
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 3
Stats:
Strength - 17 (+3)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 15 (+2)
Intelligence - 8 (-1)
Wisdom - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 8 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Intimidation (+0), Perception (+2),
Proficient Tools: Sea Vehicles, Cook's Utensils

Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your orc blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Menacing - You gain proficiency in the Intimidation skill.
Relentless Endurance - When you are reduced to 0 hit points but not killed outright, you can drop to 1 hit point instead. You can't use this feature again until you finish a long rest.
Savage Attacks - When you score a critical hit with a melee weapon attack, you can roll one of the weapon's damage dice one additional time and add it to the extra damage of the critical hit.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Orc. Orc is a harsh, grating language with hard consonants. It has no script of its own but is written in the Dwarvish script.
Bad Reputation - No matter where you go, people are afraid of you due to your reputation. When you are in a civilized settlement, you can get away with minor criminal offenses, such as refusing to pay for food at a tavern or breaking down doors at a local shop, since most people will not report your activity to the authorities.

Abilities: None
Inventory: An oar (greatclub), 50 feet of silk rope, a pipe that blows bubbles, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp.

Background: Katalmach was the son of an orcish pirate raider, his mother being a dock whore who happened to catch his father's fancy. He was a regular of hers and when she gave birth to little Kat, his father decided to take his bastard child with him onto the high seas once Kat was old enough to stand on his own two feet. Growing up on a orcish raiding ship wasn't nice for such a young kid; the orcs were gruff and violent, and Kat had to learn when to stand up for himself and went to listen to his betters. Fortunately for Katalmach, he was pretty good at staying on the other orcs good side; not just because his father was the First Mate to the captain, but also because Kat knew how to cook a mean meal. Katalmach, like many cabin boys, Kat had the duty of helping the ship's chef make the meals for the pirates, and the ship's chef tends to be whoever woke up late that morning. Kat took it upon himself to do the cooking, mainly so he could get a better meal, but learned he had a knack for it.

As Katalmach got older he was eventually just promoted to becoming the ship's cook while new cabin boys were added to the ship. Kat and his father had quite a prosperous career as pirates, and even Katalmach got in on the action sometimes. Granted most of those times he's defending the ship, but by the time he was the tender age of fourteen he had managed to kill a man. Granted, it was a dying man, but Kat still took the knife to his throat if only to give him a quick death. Kat got a taste for blood and learned the pirate's swagger, and on land he was right there with the other chums of his to get into brawls and fights with other crews and gang whenever they made reached a port. Indeed, Kat was rising up in the ranks rather well, and hoped that one day he would be able to become a proper raider like his father. But that day would not come.

As their outfit grew bigger, their captain got greedier. They hit bigger ships and got bigger hauls, but the captain always gave himself a bigger cut. While this was somewhat understandable among the orcish pirates, it was obvious to them that the captain was also hording not just the wealth, but also powerful magical items. Items that the crew members wished to have themselves. Katalmach's father sensed this and tried to convince the captain to be more generous, but he wouldn't hear it; he was the captain, the strongest on the ship, and anyone who thought otherwise would have to show him by force. And soon enough that happened. A particularly ambition charlatan managed to rally more than half of the crew against the captain and staged a mutiny. Katalmach and his father was caught in the middle, with his father trying to defend his captain up until the captain got impaled on four spears. Before Kat's father could flee, the traitor who staged the mutiny decapitated him with the captain's own magic cutlass. Katalmach father's final act for his son before his head was severed from his shoulders was cutting the ropes to a life boat his son was inside, allowing Katalmach to row to safety. But that one moment in his life made Kat question where his life would go from here, as in a flash he lost everything; his family, his ship, and his future.

For a long time Kat was homeless, using what he learned as a pirate to scare commoners into giving him gold or just being a menace to society. Of course it wasn't long before the law came looking for him, forcing Katalmach to go on the run. He had no idea where to go from here aside from perhaps joining a bandit outfit. That's when he heard about these new Frontier town. A place where people like him, who have no where to go and nothing to their name, could work hard and earn a new life for themselves. Eager to move on from his tragedy, the orc took what little he had, including his father's old novelty pipe, and sought out this town.

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Name: Myrn Atisha “Redchaser”
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 10 (+0)
Dexterity - 16 (+3)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 16 (+3)
Charisma - 9 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Animal Handling (+4), Perception (+4), Survival (+4)
Proficient Tools: Cartographers Tools, Land Vehicles
Traits:
Darkvision - Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Keen Senses - You have proficiency in the Perception skill.
Fey Ancestry - You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.
Trance - Elves don't need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is "trance.") While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Elvish. Elvish is fluid, with subtle intonations and intricate grammar. Elven literature is rich and varied, and their songs and poems are famous among other races. Many bards learn their language so they can add Elvish ballads to their repertoires.
Elf Weapon Training - You have proficiency with the longsword, shortsword, shortbow, and longbow.
Fleet of Foot - Your base walking speed increases to 35 feet.
Mask of the Wild - You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena.
Rustic Hospitality - Since you come from the ranks of the common folk, you fit in among them with ease. You can find a place to hide, rest, or recuperate among other commoners, unless you have shown yourself to be a danger to them. They will shield you from the law or anyone else searching for you, though they will not risk their lives for you.

Abilities: None
Inventory: Cartographer’s Tools, a machete, an iron pot, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp
Background: Something of a local celebrity in the Frontier Town, Myrn is Daeghun’s adopted daughter. He found her one day alone in the forest as a young child, with no memories of what happened to her family aside that she remembers them dropping her off in the forest and leaving. He took her in and raised her as his own, and she quickly learned from him, capable of using even an adult longbow by the time she was around ten years old. Thanks to Daeghun’s parenting she became a happy and productive member of the Frontier Town, and earned their gratitude one day when the Frontier Town was facing a famine. Bad weather resulted in a bad crop yield and and an influx in predators in the area drove away most of the game the hunters would’ve hunted, with the predators themselves being either too wiley or not meaty enough to feed the village.

Myrn however knew of a creature known as the Red Bear, a powerful but peaceful apex predator who could drive out the excess predators and bring peace back to the forest. Using a fat tuna imported from the inner sea, Myrn sought out this bear in a journey that took seven days. She braved rough weather and being chased by predators seeking her fatty tuna, but soon she found the Red Bear. Using the Tuna to lure the bear back to her neck of the woods, the Red bear drove off the excess of predators, and shortly after choose to stay in the forest as his new home. Slowly regular game returned, allowing the hunters to supply meat to the townsfolk again. For her actions Myrn was given the status of a hero among the Frontier Town, as well as the title of “Redchaser” for bringing the Red Bear to protect their woods.

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Name: Dormic
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 11 (+0)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 16 (+3)
Charisma - 10 (+0)

Proficient Skills: Insight (+4), Medicine (+4), Religion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Herbalism Tools
Traits:
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Sylvan, and Primordial.
Skills - You gain proficiency in one skill of your choice. (Insight)
Feat - You gain one feat of your choice. (Magic Initiate)
Discovery - Dormic has discovered hints of history and civilization in his quiet seclusion in the woods of the Frontier Town, and suspects that with further investigation and exploration he could uncover secrets lost to the sands of time, unearthing a great mystery that slept underneath their very noses. It’s through this discovery that Domric even discovered his own innate magic, which seems different from the usual systems of magic that perminate through the world.

Abilities:
Magic Initiate: Druid (Feat) -

• Cantrips: Produce Flame, Shillelagh
• 1st Level Spell: Goodberry 1/day

Inventory: A scroll case stuffed full of plant clippings and dried herbs, a winter blanket, a set of common clothes, a herbalism kit, and 5 gp

Background: Dormic came to the Frontier Town seeking a vision he had as a child. He remembers a grant forest untouched by mortals. Here, if he meditated and studied, he would be touched by ancient powers from history long forgotten, to bring back memories that have vanished from existence. Since then Dormic has always been an odd child, seemingly thoughtless, unfocused, yet highly capable in certain subjects. Somehow at a young age he learned how to speak the fey tongue, which shocked his family. He was sent to a temple under the fears that he was possessed, but the clergy sensed no outside influence upon the child. Still he remained with the temple, learning a bit about their religion and how to offer his services to the common folk.

That is until he became fifteen years old and received another vision. A vision of the Frontier Town, and how they would bring a tragedy upon them unknowingly. He knew what he must do; Dormic left the temple and sought out this town, traveling for many months alone, on foot, with very little on his person. He often starved, but his mental fortitude could not have been shaken. Soon he found the town, relieved that he reached it before disaster had. He stayed in town for a short while, earning himself some food and supplies before leaving again that morning to find the grand tree that he saw as a child. Sure enough deep into the woods where no mortal has been, he found the tree. As he foresaw in his vision Dormic meditated under this tree for twenty days and twenty nights, never moving, never leaving, even as bugs crawled into him and his body shriveled from hunger and thirst.

At the end of those twenty days Dormic returned to town, in dire need of food and medicine, but enlighten. There was nothing more he could learn, but he knew he was now on the right path. Since then Dormic has lived in the town and offered his skills and magical services to those in need, often sleeping outside among nature even when offered room and board. Though vague, he simply wishes to assist the town and protect it from danger that will befall it. He tends to weird people out but he’s done nothing but good things for them since he’s arrived.

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Name: Ntaj Yaj
Race: Tortle
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 3
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 14 (+2)
Intelligence - 8 (-1)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Perception (+3), Survival (+3)
Proficient Tools: Guzheng, Dice
Traits:
Claws - Your claws are natural weapons, which you can use to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with them, you deal slashing damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier, instead of the bludgeoning damage normal for an unarmed strike.
Hold Breath - You can hold your breath for up to 1 hour at a time. Tortles aren't natural swimmers, but they can remain underwater for some time before needing to come up for air.
Natural Armor - Due to your shell and the shape of your body, you are ill-suited to wearing armor. Your shell provides ample protection, however; it gives you a base AC of 17 (your Dexterity modifier doesn't affect this number). You gain no benefit from wearing armor, but if you are using a shield, you can apply the shield's bonus as normal.
Shell Defense - You can withdraw into your shell as an action. Until you emerge, you gain a +4 bonus to AC, and you have advantage on Strength and Constitution saving throws. While in your shell, you are prone, your speed is 0 and can't increase, you have disadvantage on Dexterity saving throws, you can't take reactions, and the only action you can take is a bonus action to emerge from your shell.
Survival Instinct - You gain proficiency in the Survival skill. Tortles have finely honed survival instincts.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Primordial Aquan, Common, and Draconic.
All Eyes on You - Your accent, mannerisms, figures of speech, and perhaps even your appearance all mark you as foreign. Curious glances are directed your way wherever you go, which can be a nuisance, but you also gain the friendly interest of scholars and others intrigued by far-off lands, to say nothing of everyday folk who are eager to hear stories of your homeland. You can parley this attention into access to people and places you might not otherwise have, for you and your traveling companions. Noble lords, scholars, and merchant princes, to name a few, might be interested in hearing about your distant homeland and people.

Abilities: None
Inventory: One set of traveler's clothes, Guzheng, coloring book with crayons, silver amulet, and a pouch containing 5 gp
Background: A mysterious figure in the Frontier Town. While it’s expected that they’ll get all sorts of strange characters, not many has ever even heard of a Tortle before, let alone seen one. Ntaj himself doesn’t seem to be particularly talkative and in fact most people believe he may have some sort of brain damage due to his childlike mentality compared to his very adult strength and ability. Most take pity on him as he lacks a certain coordination and knowledge to work normally, so different people throughout the village takes turn taking care of him. Still he’s not completely useless, as he’s quite skilled with the strange instrument her brought with him, and one cannot underestimate his ability in a fight; not only does he have a naturally tough shell to break through, but he knows how to use those claws of his and he loves to wrestle.

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Name: Ashley “Ashe” Blacksteel
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 4
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Constitution - 16 (+3)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 8 (-1)

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Insight (+3)
Proficient Tools: Smith's Tools
Traits:
Speed - 25 feet. Your speed is not reduced by wearing heavy armor or encumbrance.
Darkvision - You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Dwarven Resilience - You have advantage on saving throws against being poisoned, and you have resistance against poison damage.
Dwarven Combat Training - You have proficiency with the battleaxe, handaxe, light hammer, and warhammer.
Dwarven Armor Training - You have proficiency with light and medium armor.
Tool Proficiency - You gain proficiency with one of smith's tools, brewer's supplies, or mason's tools. (Smith’s Tools)
Stonecunning - Whenever you make a History check related to the origin of stonework, you are considered proficient in the History skill and add double your proficiency bonus to the check, instead of your normal proficiency bonus.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Dwarvish, Orcish, Gnomish
Watcher’s Eye - Your experience in enforcing the law, and dealing with lawbreakers, gives you a feel for local laws and criminals. You can easily find the local outpost of the watch or a similar organization, and just as easily pick out the dens of criminal activity in a community, although you're more likely to be welcome in the former locations rather than the latter.

Inventory: Militia Trainee Armor, a brass horn, a set of manacles, and a pouch containing 10 gp.
Background: Ashe is the literary redheaded stepchild of Tarkin Blacksteel, the Temple of Torag’s bishop. Though biologically the daughter of Tarkin and his late wife, as her own birth resulted in the death of her mother, she’s always been given the worst of it in her family. However a dwarf’s duty is to endure hardship not matter the source, so she takes her punishment with pride and seeks to earn her father’s approval by one day mastering the art of the forge, as well as protecting others in the name of Torag. She came to the Frontier Town when it was first starting to form, and quickly joined the town’s militia at the ripe age of eleven. Having been taught by her older siblings the basic of dwarven weapon and armor training, she was easily able to handle the basics better than most recruits, though she still has a lot to learn in terms of military tactics and discipline.

Ashe also takes it upon herself to protect the town from threats both inside and out. A model citizen for most of the adults, but a pain in the ass for the younger folk who just want to have a little bit of fun. Ashe has no tolerance for foolishness and unlike her father’s temple, she has full authority to confront and arrest townsfolk who are causing trouble. As a symbol of her authority, she always walks around town in her militia armor; though it’s protective qualities are rather low as it’s mainly meant to train recruits to get used to the heavy and cumbersome bulk of heavy armor, it does at least look somewhat intimidating towards the untrained and uneducated ruffians and scoundrels.

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Name: Selena Riovas
Race: Ixalan Vampire
Age: 45
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1
Strength - 8 (-1)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 10 (+0)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 17 (+3)

Proficient Skills: History (+2), Persuasion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Chess
Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Vampiric Resistance - You have resistance to necrotic damage.
Blood Thirst - You can drain blood and life energy from a willing creature, or one that is grappled by you, incapacitated, or restrained. Make a melee attack against the target. If you hit, you deal 1 piercing damage and 1d6 necrotic damage. The target’s hit point maximum is reduced by an amount equal to the necrotic damage taken, and you regain hit points equal to that amount. The reduction lasts until the target finishes a long rest. The target dies if this effect reduces its hit point maximum to 0. A humanoid killed in this way becomes a null.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Vampire, and Infernal.
Feast of Blood - When you drain blood with your Bloodthirst ability, you experience a surge of vitality. Your speed increases by 10 feet, and you gain advantage on Strength and Dexterity checks and saving throws for 1 minute.
Vampiric Exhaustion - As an action, you can transform the lower half of your body into an inky black vapor, allowing you to float through the air. While transformed, you have a flying speed of 30 feet. You can maintain this form for up to 10 minutes. Once you use this ability, you can’t use it again until you finish a short or long rest.
Knight Retainer - A knighthood is among the lowest noble titles in most societies, but it can be a path to higher status. If you wish to be a knight, choose the Retainers feature (see the sidebar) instead of the Position of Privilege feature. One of your commoner retainers is replaced by a noble who serves as your squire, aiding you in exchange for training on his or her own path to knighthood. Your two remaining retainers might include a groom to care for your horse and a servant who polishes your armor (and even helps you put it on). As an emblem of chivalry and the ideals of courtly love, you might include among your equipment a banner or other token from a noble lord or lady to whom you have given your heart—in a chaste sort of devotion (This person could be your bond).

Abilities: None

Inventory: A set of fine clothes, a signet ring, a scroll of pedigree, and a purse containing 25 gp
Background: Lucilia’s daughter, a young woman with ambitions of greater glory. She decided to move to the Frontier Town alongside her mother in hopes of gathering power by any means necessary; she’s even gone so far as to commision, hire, and contract a variety of henchmen to serve her in her pursuit of glory. Selene fancies herself a powerful spellcaster despite having no specific spellcasting ability, but she believes that her very bloodline would grant her the magic powers she’d need so long as she tests herself constantly.

Name: Darc
Race: Winged Tiefling
Age: 144
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 10 (+0)
Dexterity - 16 (+3)
Constitution - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 10 (+0)
Charisma - 14 (+2)

Proficient Skills: Deception (+3) Sleight of Hand (+4)
Proficient Tools: Disguise Kit, Forgery Kit
Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your infernal heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Hellish Resistance - You have resistance to fire damage.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common and Infernal.
Winged - You have bat-like wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. You have a flying speed of 30 feet while you aren't wearing heavy armor. This trait replaces the Infernal Legacy trait.

Abilities: None
Inventory: A set of fine clothes, a disguise kit, Deck of Marked Cards, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp
Background: A demon who was contracted by Selene to serve her for her lifetime, and in exchange she’d host him in the mortal world. Amused by the prospect of being allowed to do what he wishes in the mortal world, he accepted. However transitioning from the demon world into the mortal world was not entirely without its drawbacks; he lost much of his demonic strength and became a tiefling, a human of fiendish origins, despite having been a demon before. So he became more human coming to the mortal world than he was outside of it. Didn’t bother Darc too much however; wasn’t as if he was that powerful of a demon anyways. And now that he was in the Frontier Town, he was eager to try and find a new way to increase his potential.

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Name: Gadget
Race: Revenant Gnome
Age: 78
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Strength - 8 (-1)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 12 (-1)
Intelligence - 17 (+3)
Wisdom - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Insight (+2), Persuasion (+2)
Proficient Tools: Tinker Tools
Traits:
Speed - 25 feet.
Darkvision - You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Gnome Cunning - You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.
Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Gnomish, and Halfling.
Relentless Nature - You gain the following benefits so long as your goal is incomplete.

• If you are below half your hit point maximum at the start of your turn, you regain 1 hit point.
• If you die, you return to life 24 hours after death. If your body is destroyed, you reform within 1 mile of the place of your death at a spot determined by the DM. If your equipment was also destroyed, you do not regain it.
• You know the distance and direction between you and any creature involved in your goal, such as a person you seek vengeance against or someone you pledged to defend. This awareness fails if the creature is on another plane of existence.

Abilities: None
Inventory: Tinker Tools, Merchant Guild badge, a set of traveler’s clothes, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp
Background: An old friend of Lucilia’s. When she was among the living, she was one of Lucilla's many partners in crime, inventing gadgets and equipment to help her friend with various jobs and heists. However one day Gadget was taken by necromancers and held hostage. Lucilia hatched a scheme to save her friend, but in the end the gnome was as good as dead. Unable to accept the lost of her dear friend, Lucilia resorted to a vile ritual to bind Gadget into servitude; turning her into a revenant. Normally such creatures could not last more than a year without a purpose, and so Lucilia created a purpose for her; to serve her and protect her family. And so Gadget continues to do so into her unlife, not serving Selene to ensure her success.

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Name: Servanus
Race: Naga
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 4
Stats:
Strength - 15 (+3)
Dexterity - 14 (+2)
Constitution - 16 (+3)
Intelligence - 9 (-1)
Wisdom - 8 (-1)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Sleight of Hand (+3), Stealth (+3)
Proficient Tools: Disguise Kit, Thieve’s Tools, Poisoner’s Kit
Traits:
Speed Burst - By lowering your body to the ground and propelling yourself with your arms, you can move more quickly for a time. As a bonus action on your turn, if you have both hands free, you can increase your walking speed by 5 feet until the end of your turn.
Natural Weapons - Your fanged maw and constricting serpentine body are natural weapons, which you can use to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with your bite, you deal piercing damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier, and your target must make a Constitution saving throw (DC 8 + your proficiency bonus + your Constitution modifier). On a failed save, the target takes 1d4 poison damage. If you hit with your constrict attack, you deal bludgeoning damage equal to 1d6 + your Strength modifier, and the target is grappled (escape DC 8 + your proficiency bonus + your Strength modifier). Until this grapple ends, the target is restrained, and you can’t constrict another target.
Poison Immunity - You are immune to poison damage and can’t be poisoned.
Poison Affinity - You gain proficiency with the poisoner’s kit.
Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common and Naga.
City Secrets - You know the secret patterns and flow to cities and can find passages through the urban sprawl that others would miss. When you are not in combat, you (and companions you lead) can travel between any two locations in the city twice as fast as your speed would normally allow.

Abilities: None
Inventory: A small knife, a map of Underhaven, a pet snake, glowing crystal, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp
Background: Lost, alone, with no friends or family to call his own. A wretched creature abandoned even by the kindhearted clergy. There was little hope for the whelp named Servanus; a quick death was the best he could hope for. Until this little snake was adopted by a curious vampire. Having never seen such a wretched being before she took him in, nursed him, and raised him to be her son. Now the young man, though dim and docile, was loyal and vicious for his mother, his mistress, and his savior.

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Frontier Town

The new Frontier Town on the fridges of Gaia has only been active for three years. While prosperous so far, they haven't made much developments as far as infrastructure or discoveries. They don't even have a proper name yet, which most of the townsfolk don't feel that they should get until they find something notable about the town to name it after. Still they're a tough town that haven't gotten too much trouble so far, ripe with opportunity for those seeking adventure or just a new life. Notable structures and locations in the town include:

Town Hall - The main governing body of the town. It's also where anyone who is accused of a crime is taken to for trial, as well as one of the most fortified and sturdiest buildings in town. Should any disaster strike the townhall such as a violent storm or a raid, the townhall would be the safest place to be. There are stocks near the Townhall where petty criminals and troublemakers are locked into as a show of punishment for those who break laws and cause trouble in the town.

Temple of Crugh - A major church in the Frontier Town. Crugh is the god of the forge, stone, and crafts, and through his teachings the town has managed to survive multiple attacks from outside threats. The Church of Crugh is also where the town's major smithy is and they're the ones to develop most, if not all, of the militia's weapons and armor. Crugh is known to be a gruff and no-nonsense god and his clergy are much the same; they're strict and disciplined, taking it upon themselves to police the town and crack down on any troublemakers or criminals, though they don't have any authority to actually punish or enforce any laws. Mostly they just yell at naughty children and hold interventions for troubled youths. The bishop of this Temple is a dwarf named Tarkin Blacksteel, skilled cleric and smith.

Church of Gaurot - A somewhat minor church in the Frontier Town. As prosperous as the town is, death is very much a common and everyday occurrence, and the Church of Gaurot has the duties to tend to those dead. Gaurot is the deity of death, spiritual energy, and rebirth, but NOT necromancy. Though the Temple of Crugh holds a considerable amount of the town's faithful, the Church of Gaurot actually does have trained priests who help maintain the church and provide holy services, as well as seek out any form of Necromancy to purge it with extreme prejudice. That being said they are only active against the threats that the town wants them to confront. They begrudgingly tolerate certain resident if only because they have good behavior. The preacher and captain of the paladins is black Dragonborn named Garath.

Maeda's Cottage - A school building where the children of the Frontier receive a common education. The teacher is an arachnae, a sort of spider centaur, named Maeda. She also teaches magic to those who can afford her lessons. She wishes she could give these lessons freely, but she needs the money in order to pay for materials and components needed to ensure her students get the education they need.

Garrison - A stone building near Townhall where the militia is stationed at. Most young men who don't work the mines or the fields are encouraged to join the militia to be able to defend themselves and the town. There are two captains at the Garrison; a man named Daeghun and a half-orc named Ork. Daeghun teachers various forms of archery, including the use of crossbows, slings, and even throwing axes, while Ork teaches melee combat and tactics. Daeghun also leads the hunting parties whenever the town needs meat or ingredients from the forest, and Ork is also oversees the construction and expansion of the town itself.

Barthen's Bartered Goods - The general store in the Frontier Town, as well as an aspiring Merchant's Guild. Barthen handles nearly all of the town's finances and ensures that their goods get the best deals, and that the town always gets what it needs. And to do that, Barthen isn't afraid to get his hands dirty too. While it's never confirmed, those who have shown a certain aptitude and willingness to get the job done may be able to learn certain skills and tricks that some would consider underhanded, but also specialized training to preform a variety of important tasks. In other words, Barthen also leads a Thieves Guild.

Black Mines - The Frontier Town's main money maker, the Black Mines is an mine rich in iron and coal. Most of the townsfolk can earn a decent living breaking rock. However, in a separate part of the mine is also a sealed off area where prisoners are kept. With less efficient tools under constant watch, prisoners in the Frontier Town are forced to live and mine in this sectioned off part of the mines in chain gangs until their sentence is up. It's a harsh punishment, but typically you'd only be in this prison if you really screw up. The overseer of the Black Mines is an orc named Nartur, who's more or less just the best miner in town. She typically leaves the actual administrative duties to her second, a Firbolg who calls himself Bookie. He's friends with Barthen.

The Drunken Dragon - Ye old pub. The Drunken Dragon is a popular tavern for the townsfolk, travelers, and guardsmen alike. It also has rooms for rent for travelers or those who don't have a home yet, and indeed it's seeking to expand into a boarding house. The Drunken Dragon ran by a halfling name Sips and an elf named Revas. Sips does the cooking and knows all the best drinks while Revas does housekeeping as well as serves a the bouncer; he's a skilled magical user and isn't afraid to use it.

Underhaven - What some people might call the ghetto and where all the unsavory elements of the Frontier Town live, but this is mostly all just rumors and lies spread by the leader of Underhaven: a Vampire by the name of Lucilia. In truth Underhaven is just that; a Haven underneath the Frontier Town, for folks who are rather unsavory but good natured. Vampires who don't want to prey on innocents, skinwalkers who just want to learn how to use their powers, even Undead who don't want to get smited for their undead nature. Underhaven itself is just an underground pub and inn for those of ill rispute, with a vast underground that is also home to drow, kobolds, goblins, and orcs who simply don't comfortable living in the sun. Granted it still has it's share of troubles too, as none of these races get along with each other, but Lucilia has brokered a form of peace with them and the people of the Frontier Town. Still, Underhaven is a dangerous place that is beyond the law of the the Frontier Town; whatever happens down there stays down there. Constantly expanding by the various factions who live there, who knows what sort of things they'll unearth.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Ah right, I forgot. Well she'll still have a place then, though we may start without her. Depends when I start really.

DnD 5th edition -esque Rople Play Missing only a Couple of Players.

@IRLCleric Actually just started it here.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

On the shore of the Sea of Gales lies the port town of Brighthaven. Although its official name sounds pleasant enough, you would get another idea of the place once you heard the natives names for it; Bloodhaven or Thief Town being among the more popular ones. It is a big, wild place, full of people of all sorts of questionable occupations and backgrounds. It is not a place for the weak of heart. Living here is risking everything, but still people flock to the place like flies to freshly spilled faeces. Why, you might ask? Because of Norn, that's why.

Just a days travel north of the city lies the great forest of Morkador, and within it, the ruins of ancient Norn. Norn was once the capitol of the Nornum empire, a realm of great power and influence which fell to an unknown catastrophy over a thousand years ago. Although a long time has passed since then, and despite the numerous expeditions into the dark woods, the place is still teeming with treasure. Gold, jewels, silver, and foremost of them all: magical artifacts.

Magic is rare nowadays. Some say it is leaking out of the world. Others say that the art has simply been lost to time. Whatever the case may be, the fact of the matter is that the most potent, and valuable, pieces of enchanted goods can be found only in this place. But delving into Morkador is not without risk.

In fact, most expeditions into the dark forest end up as failures, or are never heard from again. The woods hold all sorts of nasty surprises for the unwary and expert traveller alike; beasts, ghosts, bandits and other adversaries haunt the ruins of old Norn, and have proven a daunting challenge even for the most illustrious of adventurers.

But still they come, from near and far, and for every imaginable reason. Its a great gamble, with your life at stake, but the treasures of Norn and the promise it brings just might be worth the dangers of Morkador.

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Right, so now that we got that our of the way here's the basic rule set:

1. My word is law. Standard RP/D&D stuff. While I'm willing to hear you out if you want to contest something, it's not garuntee that you'll get your way and frankly if I find that you're pushing it too much, you're out.
2. This is a 5e game with 5e mechanics. While I'm open to homebrew or house ruling, bring it up to me first before you implement it. Ignoring or forgetting this rule will invalidate your actions, making you fail at whatever you were attempting and wasting all of our time.
3. Let's get this our of the way soon: If you want to fight another PC IC, feel free to do so, but it will be conducted with the standard rules of combat. Fighting IC is fine, but chances are that it will cause a stir OoC, so I demand that both sides keep OoC arguing or combat out until the fight is resolved. If you don't wanna face off against your fellows, tread carefully.
4. Death will happen. I'm not going to pull my punches here; you will be outnumbered, you will run into enemies above your level, and I have plenty of traps in mind to screw you over when it's most inconvenient. While I am not a blood thirsty GM, that doesn't mean recklessness will be rewarded and like it or not, there are things in this RP that seeks to kill your character in the most brutal and dishonorable way doable.
5. For newcomers or hopefuls who wish to join, you begin at level 3, your budget is whatever you could get with your starter class options plus 150 GP, and any source from the Core, Unearthed Arcana, and Xanathar's guide is allowed. Any homebrewed content must be passed by me first, and if I have any question about your abilities, spells, or items, I expect you to have a legitimate source for it. That is to say, you can't simply tell me, you need to show it to me on official documents.
6. More rules to be added as I see fit.

Character sheets will be made through this Google Sheet. Copy it and save your own file. I will reference your sheet ever so often as I need to.

@Searat@Duthguy@Riaxh

And so the game begins. I actually haven't seen Assallya in a while so she may or may not be playing. Since I decided that we'll be doing Norn, it should be easier to have new players come and join, though I would still prefer if we only get one or two more players. In any case, please post up a link to your CS here in the OOC, and when I have the time I'll get started on the first IC post.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

And now it was time to begin the attack. Rattleskull was thankfully not so thick headed as to not let Orchid and her goblins take the lead for scouting, though this was merely a pretense; she just wanted to get into the cave and find her lizard friend before the rest of the horde does. Adjusting the straps to her shield and giving a few tested thrusts with her club, Orchid leads her troops inside. But before she goes too far, she also preps her sling; she puts a stone in her sling and has it in her shield hand. This way she could easily drop her club, take out her sling, and hurl a stone if she needs to hit something far away.

When they got into the cave the first thing Orchid noticed was the smell of death. Something was killed here recently. Sure enough one of her goblins reported that one of the other goblins tried to go inside and got killed. ”Must be from the monsters… No doubt they’ve set up a trap here. Move carefully.” Of course just as she says this they were attacked by a red slime. Fortunately her goblins managed to survive the initial attack, and two more stuck their spears into it to keep it in place. Orchid scanned it with her Monster Analysis ability while she moved in to attack. She had no time to waste dealing with these small fries.

”SMASH!” Orchid shouted as she slammed her trench club into the slime, careful to avoid smashing her weapon against the spears of her fellow goblins, but still hitting a sizable portion of the slime. ”You younglings! Smash him with you torches!” She barked orders as she looked to the goblin who was knocked off balanced. ”You! Watch out for traps or ambushes. Poke the ground with your spear, make sure there’s no spikes or holes.” Orchid remembered how she managed to lure some goblins into a makeshift caltop trap the day before; she wasn’t about to fall for the same trick herself.

”Keep your shields up! Don’t drop them or you will die!” And sure enough Orchid would show them how to do that, covering a vast majority of her body with her shield while she smashes the slime. Only her arm and weapon was exposed, and she made sure to utilize the full reach of her weapon so that even if the slime would try and lash out at her, Orchid’s arm would already retreat back behind her shield.

Stats/Inventory

Health - Mostly Full
Magic - Full
Stamina - Mostly Full

Skills -
Use Light Equipment (--)
Pacify Animal I (1.0)
Stronger I (1.4)
Crafting IV (4)
Material Analysis I (1.15)
Monster Analysis I (1.0)
Smash I (1.0)

Inventory -
Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equipped)
Stone Spiked Club (Good) (Equipped)
Wicker Shield (Well Made) (Equipped)
Plant Fiber Sling (Loaded) (Slung)
Rawhide Bag (8/12) (Equipped)

• Hard Stones x2
• Herbs x3
• Antidote Fern
• Fiber Cordage (Average)
• Bloody Garrote

Leaf Sling Bag (1/3) (Equipped to Rawhide Bag)

• Sling Stones x4

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Eh, I'll leave the reigns on. I want to be able to grab at least one horse in this skirmish.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Name: Annabeth Elliot
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality: Hot-Blooded and dutiful, hits all the right buttons for your typical knight-in-shining armor. She stands up for the weak, gives mercy to the dissolute, and stands up against evil regardless of their strength or their relations. That being said her honorable and upstanding attitude as a knight, while not a facade, is an actively maintained on Annabeth's part. She's all too aware of how people like her can easily fall into zealotry and the pressure of being the beacon of hope for the commonfolk and an exemplary model for nobility can be a burden on her. She's also aware of the complexities that can occur during conflicts, and finding out things like right or wrong, good or evil, isn't as easy as seeing who's looks ugly and who is passably attractive.

Annabeth personally does expect and want honor and glory in the things she does, and while she can accept doing good for goodness sake, she also knows that such rampant generosity will likely make things harder for her in the long run. She believes that hard work equals great rewards, even if that doesn't always happen. Has no patience or tolerance for foolishness and ignorance, for better or for worse. If you aren't smart enough to realize that what you do is wrong, or at least offends Annabeth's morals, than she will give up on words and simply use action. But if you do understand, and simply continue to oppose her due to your own beliefs, she can at least be at ease that she's dealing with an understanding opponent as oppose to a thoughtless barbarian. But such a slippery slope is one of the many hazards a knight like Annabeth must tread carefully, so she tries to think about her actions before she starts them.

Brief Backstory: Annabeth was one of the many children of a barbaric cult who believed they were descendants of dragons, and so they would kidnap women and force them to bare their children to spread their progeny throughout the world. After they had made the mistake of kidnapping the daughter of a powerful noble, an order of knights was dispatched to eliminate the cult down to the man, which had the unfortunate side effect of leaving a lot of pregnant women and orphans. Annabeth was only a toddler of two years old when this happened, and so she was adopted by the order and given a rudimentary education in their beliefs. When she was around seven years old, she began her training in knighthood. Though in the beginning, this involved less swordplay and combat, and more education on things like mathematics, linguistics, philosophies, and the arts. That's not to say she's never seen combat; the knight in which she was the squire of often took it upon himself to seek injustice and right them with all his powers, which shaped Annabeth to be the knight she is now.

It wouldn't be until ten years later after she started her training into knighthood that she would taste battle. Though still a squire in title, she would pick up the sword and fight alongside her knight in his battles, protecting him from treachery as he fought the foes before him. Alas, there was one enemy that his blade could not defeat; time itself. After a particularly brutal battle against a twisted aristocratic family and their personal knights, he received a crippling injury that would effectively end his fighting career. He was forced into retirement, but in exchange for Annabeth's loyal service, he bequeathed his signature warhammer onto her, as well as recommendations into the Order of Iron Roses, a knightly order that he was familiar with. With his blessing and weapon, Annabeth would join the order and continue to serve and fight, earning herself a bit of prestige and funds to be a better knight.

Equipment:
Plate Armor - A highly protective set of steel armor with leather padding underneath. Annabeth has trained in the use of heavy armors like this for much of her life, to the point that she feels most comfortable in full armor than out of it. She can even rest and dance with it on, though of course she has to get out of it sometimes to maintain it and well as wash. Has seen much combat and indeed, most parts of her armor aren't even from the original set; she's had bits and pieces replaced over the course of her career when they become too damaged to simply patch up. Thus it has a rather dull hue.
War Hammer - Annabeth's weapon of choice, this weaponized maul has a blunt head that can crush through even plate armor, or spike ends that can be used to impale a charging foe, pierce a shield, or spike a skull. She especially enjoys employing a disarming/sundering technique against sword-wielding opponents. Annabeth's warhammer differs from your standard one with a single trick that her former master had taught her; the handle can extend, turning the warhammer into a four-foot long war hammer into a seven foot long lucerne hammer, and Annabeth knows the technique to extend it's reach mid-swing.
Arming Sword - What knight wouldn't be complete without a sword by his side? Annabeth is as skilled with her sword as she is with her hammer, often utilizing it should her hammer be disarmed or unavailable. It's Annabeth's personal sword when she became old enough to fight, and has her name etched in bronze along the side of the blade.
Arbalest - What a layperson may refer to as a "Heavy Crossbow"; this bowgun is crank operated and uses a steel bow as oppose to a wooden one, allowing it to impart greater force at greater range. Powerful enough to punch through plate armor at close ranges, Annabeth has once used this weapon to shoot a target up to 1000 feet away. Granted, that target wasn't moving and had no idea that Annabeth was there, but it was still a headshot. She tends to use this weapon as an opener if her targets have no idea where she's at.
Buckler - A small metal shield suited for parrying and hand-to-hand combat, but less for open warfare. While Annabeth is skilled with it, she typically only uses this when she uses her arming sword, which is typically only in duels or desperate situations. Still she can easily have it equipped even if she's using her bow or War Hammer, so it's convenient compared to a larger knightly shield.

Skills:
Combat - As one may expect from a knight, Annabeth is skilled in combat. But while some would focus entirely on their swordsmanship, Annabeth's knowledge isn't just in the sword. And in fact, she considers her swordsmanship shoddy compared to her skills with the war hammer. She favors her war hammer not only because of it's crushing power, but because it's longer than most standard arming swords, allowing her to easily keep her distance against skilled foes using shorter weapons. Additionally she knows how to use her armor; she's not like some who simply brace themselves and let themselves be struck square on with weapons. She knows how to shift and move in full plate to allow her armor to naturally deflect even bludgeoning blows to minimize or even neutralize damage. And lastly, she is a deadeye with her Arbalest; she prides herself on being able to strike a target from a thousand feet away. Granted that target has to be standing still and ideally not aware of her, but most wouldn't expect a knight to be able to harm them from a 100 feet away let alone 1000.
Carpentry - As part of her education as a knight, Annabeth was given training and education in carpentry. This doesn't just involve the likes of chairs and tables; given sufficient time and materials she could craft a small hut to a sturdy fortress. She also knows how to apply this knowledge to constructing siege weapons such as trebuchets or ballistas. Though she personally prefers using her expertise to make life-like wooden sculptures of people and creatures. She one day wishes to create an completely autonomous statue that doesn't rely solely on magic to animate it.
Linguistics - Annabeth has received quite an extensive education, including the ability to communicate with other races, hopefully to arrange a peaceful arrangement instead of engaging in bloody warfare. She's considered fluent in elvish, even the elvish of Dark Elves, as well as dwarven, fey, orcish, and gaint. She'd have a vague understanding of other languages that aren't in an ancient dialect, though she wouldn't know how to speak or write them exactly. Annabeth has also been trying to develop two language that is entirely devoid of spoke words; one is an alphabet for the blind, and another is a series of hand motions for the deaf. So far she is the only known practitioner.
Mounted Combat - Annabeth is a skilled enough horse rider that she can reliably do battle while on horseback, often using her war hammer like a lance to impale her foes with ride-by attacks. Additionally she's capable enough that she can even draw, load, and shoot her Arbalest while mounted, a notable feat considering how bulky the weapon is.
Smithing - A skill derivative of both her carpentry knowledge and her time as a squire. While not a considerably skilled smith compared to others who are dedicated to their crafts, Annabeth is skilled enough that she can make tools needed for construction as well as repairing and maintaining her equipment. She also crafts her own crossbow bolts and is experimenting with different bolt designs. So far she has two; one is a bolt that can allow her to more easily make long range shots, though the bolt itself is notably fragile, while another bolt is heavier and better at penetrating armor and shields but has a notable drop in range.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

Marchosias sighed as the stranger, who didn't exactly introduce himself, took point. Marchosias barely had strapped his shield onto his arm when he noticed the signs around the cave entrance and knew what was coming. In a flash the slammed into steel, however that sound did not come from the groundkeeper's body, but Marchosias's shield. The stone heads shattered and didn't even scratch the Wolf Knight Shield as the knight glanced back to the wiry servant. "Don't be cocky. Look like these guys already don't like you." The black knight looked towards the goat men as more and more gathered. Marchosias was surprise when he realized that he recognized them, vaguely. They were Garef; goat-like beastkmen that were a player race option back in Yggdrasil. Off the top of his head he knew about their racial horn weapons and their abilities to ignore difficult terrain brought about uneven footing, plus their climbing abilities. It made sense that they would make their home in a treacherous place like this mountain.

What was odd however was that Marchosias was pretty sure the Garef were a "peaceful" race. Though isolated and ignorant of technology, they tend to be cordial enough. So the fact they began their greetings with spears told Marchosias something was up. Alas, there was no time for parley as the second wave of spears came. Some were aimed at him, but most were aimed at the groundskeeper. But despite being a stranger to the undead warrior, Marchosias saw fit to protect him; perhaps he would get into these Ardent Herald's good graces if he brought their servant back to them alive. And so Marchosias activated a second ability, Living Shield, which caused the projectiles to turn mid-flight towards the heavily armored knight. And like before, their spears shattered against the warrior's shield. "Alright, play time is over. CLEAR OUT!"

With a mighty roar, Marchosias shouts echoed through the cavern, getting the attention of the garef warriors gathered there. They prepared their spears again, but instead of using their throwing javelins, they were going to try and swarm and overwhelm the black knight with numbers. Thus they switched to their combat spears which were considerably larger. Marchosias responded by taking out his crossbow, pulling on a crank to get it ready to cull the herd. "Don't waste my time. Come at me all at once!" And should the goatmen heed Marchosias's demand, he would meet their numbers with a hail of crossbow bolts.

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The Servants quarter - Collapsed wall

Deeper within the darkness, there was the hollow sounds of wind echoing throughout the cavern. As Glathra mentioned, there were animals in this hole. Most of them harmless, simply displaced moles and other vermin who were buried into the snow for hibernation. After all, how were they suppose to expect the sudden arrival of this grand guild hall? But while the number of minor beasts were inconsequential enough, there was something else lurking in the darkness. Soon, there was a distant roar which stirred the beasts into action. At first, what came was a wave of rats and rodents, flooding the floors between the feet of the servants and golems that were clearing the debris. But suddenly, a smell of death struck the hall. And flooding forth after the rodents came undead garef, armed with axes made of stone and bones.

They came in great numbers and with very little warning. They didn't even scream or shout; they immediately saw the other members of the Ardent Haralds, and with speed and savagery that is perhaps a bit unexpected for undead, they would swarm and try to crush everyone with sheer numbers. "Parpara, drepa, eaav!" A deep voice echoed through the dark tunnel. Behind what appeared to be hundreds of undead garef warriors was a small group of garef necromancers, with one who obviously led them. He had a large, ornate crest on his horns that signified his importance. "Obavain ukavrengavh. Obavain numberuk. Kulknej liwo avake avhiuk ukavone forav!" Came his guttural words from his black maw. They seem to believe the Ardent Heralds to be an unwanted invader to their lands. Or possibly just a new and underestimated treasure trove for them to raid and pillage.

Lady Tea and her elf compatriot would have to tend to their uninvited guests, less their manners and poor hygiene sully not just the guild's carpets, but also the ladies themselves.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Nito. Also can we say that Orchid’s slash dragged the dragonclaw off of his horse?

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Hekazu
Yeet. And since I’m Recklessly Attacking now, I got a 17/14. If the 17 hits, Orchid is swingig for an awesome 11 slashing.