Lucius Cypher

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Antaeus

Barthen's doing the accounting on his recent shipment of goods when Antaeus arrived. Closing his book he smirked while he listened to the young miner ramble on. When he finished Barthen chuckled. "Is that how you flirt with girls, lad? It could use some work." Barthen picked up his book and led Antaeus further into the shop, where a wide variety of equipment was on display. Not just weapons and armor, but other adventuring gear for a discerning adventurer as well; hardy backpacks and camping supplies to rough it in the wilderness, alcehmical concoction that can burn your enemies alive or heal your wounds, even a few magic scrolls kept behind a dwarven made lock. While this was nothing compared to an adventuring shop in the big city, it was nice for a Frontier Town.

"Now, while all of this is procured locally, that doesn't mean it's cheap. I pay an honest price with the folks of this town to buy and sell at a fair price. And I'm not in this business to lose money either lad; if I start selling cheap just for anyone asking for it, not only will I end up losing money, I'm essentially devaluing the work and effort that goes into these things." Barthen picked up a shortsword made from the iron dug up from the Black Mines, forged by the smiths at the Temple of Torag. "A lot of time and effort was put into making this sword. Days of backbreaking digging in those mines, followed by days of smelting, forging, and tempering. All of that time and labor was put into the price tag. What does that say about me if I decide to sell it for cheaper just for you? That somehow you're worth more than the same folks who do the same thing as you?"

Putting the sword away Barthen turned his back on Antaeus, looking through a barrel. "That being said... Bookie has a good eye for investment. After all he was the one to convince me to put a shop out here in the Frontier Town, and so far it's been great. The mines get plenty of ore, the smiths make great equipment, and thanks to them I can ship and trade these goods for a great profit for the village. All that on his recommendation. So, I'll give you a chance." Barthen turned back to Antaeus holding a rather vicious looking device; it looked like a giant metal maw, with teeth made of steel. "Since you fancy yourself a hero, how about doing something heroic? I hear that that's a white stag in the forest. Bring me the pelt and I'll help you get some proper equipment befitting a hero. I'll even throw in this hunting trap so you'll have an easier time with the hunt. But until then, you pay the same rate for gear as everyone else. How's that sound?"

@Zeroth

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Livia

Nicolas handed the kittens off to Monita who gathered them in her arms and played with them down on the rug, taking out a small toy from her pocket that got all the little cats to try and lunge and claw for it. This allowed Nicolas to focus on Livia. "Well, the town has been doing quiet well for itself. We did have a bit of a conflict with a tribe of orcs a few months ago. While we have no problems with the idea of neighbors, they were less than cooperative of the idea that we share these forests, and intended to drive us out from the forest so that they could hunt and gather as they pleased. We lost a lot of good men during that time, so a lot of our own villagers are distrustful towards orcs. But aside from that? We've had nothing but good days, or at least not enough bad days to consider them entirely horrible." Nicolas said about the well being of the village. Indeed, most of the village seemed prosperous, though the conflict with the orcs would also explain the notable militia patrol before. It wasn't just a small group of five or six young men; they were well equipped, and there were at least twenty of them.

"As for the need of arcane knowledge, I'm not sure if she needs any specific teachers but miss Maeda could always use some learned individuals to help teach her students, though most are young children who may not even understand the fundamentals of magic. Then again, who really does? If teaching isn't what you're interested in, I do know that Meada tries to pursue some sort of research during her free time, so perhaps you could assist her in that regard." Nicolas sipped his tea while Monita ended up next to Livia, trying to reign in the kittens who suddenly got very interested in the newcomer. "Sorry!" The little girl said frantically while she tried to pull the misbehaving cats away from the noble woman.

Nicolas seemed to take a few moments to gather his thoughts as he spoke about what him and Nartul was talking about. "As I mentioned before, we had problems with a tribe of orcs who intended to wage war on us. While we managed to drive them off, it did sour the relationship most of the villagers had with orcs. Nartur was here with us long before we had battled that tribe, and she's been nothing but a loyal and productive member since she first arrived. But that battle shook everyone's resolve, including her own. She wants to prove to me- no, to everyone in the village, that she and her fellow orcs are loyal members of the Frontier Town, regardless of how others of her kind might have been. And to that end, she wants to go into the mines and investigate a new and unknown crypt that was discovered." Nicolas sighed as she took one of the cookies and nibbled it. He looked over at the coat of arms with a forlorn look.

"She just wants to help of course. Not only to mend relationships between her people and the folks of the town, but also make sure this crypt won't end up being a bigger problem down the line. But the fact we don't know what's down there is precisely why I don't want anyone down there unless they're just guarding it. We have no idea of there's anything down there that might be alive and malicious, or if it's simply filled with poisonous gas that killed a few people from an age long pass. The fact that it's a mystery mean we can't simply send anyone down there and expect results; this sort of thing requires preparation and planning, not blind fearlessness and determination."

@Rune_Alchemist

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Ethan

The path that Ethan would have to take diverged from the path he took to get to town. For the most part, it was easy enough; a small dirt road that led around the mountain and pass into an more open field. However it wasn't long before Ethan would run into his first roadblock. Or rather, a crossroad; a divergent path that wasn't specified in the map. One path went left into the forest, while another path moved outside of the forest but appeared to have ended in the tall grass. The map only showed a single path forward and no indication of a forest, field, or fork; simply a pass. He would know that he is going in the right direction since he did follow the road around the bend of the mountain, but now he must decide which way would he go: through the woods or through the tall grass? Or perhaps he would choose his own path, going his own way in this untamed wilderness, or possibly return back to the Frontier Town in defeat.

@Searat

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Kael

As Kael approached the temple, the dwarf looked at him and stood at attention. Though she was shorter than the half-elf by a solid foot, her armor, demeanor, and hammer made her seem more stalwart than a fortress bulwark. She looked at his insignia, seemingly familiar with it. "Hmph. You may enter the Temple of Torag and seek whatever knowledge you hope to find there, however the head priest will not be able to entertain you. He's far too busy in his work to grant audience to anyone at this time. If you would like my advice, seek out one of the clerics inside. If your father has been here, we should have record of him if he did any business or stayed for any period of time. Otherwise I would suggest asking around the garrison or the tavern, perhaps someone from either has seen or heard of him." The Dwarf stepped aside to let Kael pass, watching him carefully. Her hand was on her hammer constantly, ready to lash out if he tried to force his entry or otherwise acted unpleasant.

@Guy0fV4lor

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Black Keys

Nice. Accepted, post got CS into the CS tab and post whenever your free, I’ll have another master post up sometime tomorrow.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Locals

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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Underhaven Underdogs

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, Undercommon, 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 Draconic.
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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Newcomers

Name: Retsu Goroshi
Race: Reincarnated Warforged
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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

Proficient Skills: Athletics (+4), Intimidation (+1)
Proficient Tools: Dice, Land Vehicles
Traits:
Warforged Resilience - You have resistance to poison damage and advantage on saves against being poisoned. You are immune to disease, and don't need to eat, drink, or breathe. You also don't need to sleep, and don't suffer exhaustion from lack of rest. Magic can't put you to sleep.
Sentry's Rest - When you take a long rest, you must spend at least 6 hours of it in an inactive, motionless state. You appear unconscious, but can see or hear as normal.
Integrated Protection - You have a natural armor class. You don't benefit from wearing armor except shields. Each time you finish a long rest, choose one of the following protection modes, provided you meet the mode's prerequisite.

Protection Modes

• Darkwood undercore (unarmored) - 11 + your Dexterity modifier + your proficiency bonus (if proficient with light armor)
• Composite plating (armor) - 13 + your Dexterity modifier (maximum of 2) + your proficiency bonus (if proficient with medium armor)
• Heavy plating (armor) 16 + your proficiency bonus; disadvantage on Stealth checks (if proficient with heavy armor)

Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common.
Iron Fists - Your unarmed strikes deal 1d4 + your Strength modifier of bludgeoning damage.
Powerful Build - You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight you can push, drag, and lift.

Abilities: None
Inventory: Bancho Jacket, balisong, weighted dice, Tattered remains of a school uniform with leather boots, coin wallet, lucky jade pendant (worth 10 GP).

Background: Retsu isn’t like others in the Frontier Town, or even this world. There’s a lot about Retsu that requires explanation. To start from the beginning, Retsu isn’t even from this world, nor was she always female; Retsu was once a young delinquent living in Japan during the 90’s. He came from a bad home, whose parents divorced due to his father’s infidelity, shortly followed by his mother’s death, and his father’s descent into drugs and gambling. Disillusioned by adulthood Retsu became violent and disruptive in school, knowing that his father would be far too gone to even bother disciplining him. But in a strange way, his father’s own failure in life drove Retsu to establish a sense of order for himself, if only through force.

And so Retsu started a gang. He beat up other boys, even girls, to establish order in his school. When he heard about other gangs bothering his fellow students he and his posse would go out and fight them, acting as the de facto guardian of his school as their strongest fighter. And he was good at it too; he rarely used anything but his own two fists, going up against knives, sticks, and even a katana once or twice. But one day that would all come to an end.

Retsu and his gang went up against a rather new gang that’s gotten really cocky now that Retsu had beaten down most of the local toughs, and these younger folk were starting to try and muscle in his territory. So of course Retsu went out to put a stop to them, but they weren’t like the others; they were skilled in a fight, especially with their knives. It was a tough battle for Retsu and his gang; they took some heavy losses, and Retsu himself was mortally wounded. But not before he managed to go one-on-one against the gang’s leader, breaking both of his opponent’s hands after he had stabbed a knife into Retsu’s back.

With their leader defeated the gang scattered, but Retsu wasn’t looking too great either. None of his gang members knew how to patch him up and the police were coming. Before they would get caught, he told them to run. Run away and leave him behind. He appointed one of them as a new leader as he lied to them, telling them that he’ll meet them tomorrow. He never did. As Retsu sat there dying, he wished that he could try again, with a stronger body next time.

He got his wish.

When Retsu had awoken he found himself in a meadow. Or rather, she found herself in a meadow. The first thing Retsu noticed was that she was a woman now; she had breast and no cock, which really freaked him out. But he also felt that his body was… Different. As if it wasn’t quite alive, yet at the same time, not dead or inanimate either. More like… Tougher. Retsu had no idea what was going on or where he was at. Using his sarashi to fashion himself a makeshift bra, Retsu found the knife that had killed him laying on the ground next to him. He remembered what happened. Things started to click together and he realized that he had died. He had also remembered his dying wish. He wasn’t sure what god thought it was a funny idea to put him in this girly body, but he wasn’t going to complain about it.

Retsu saw a little town in the distance. With any luck they would know where he was and what to do. He knew he was reincarnated into this new world, and with all his memories and abilities too. He hoped that maybe this time, without the burden of a bad family and the knowledge that his old friends had someone else to guide them, he could make a new life for himself here.

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.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@King Cosmos

Heh, Yang. Well this CS looks fine, post it up in the CS tab and get posting.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Dammit, poor positioning kills. Alright maybe I'll just throw my sword. Fortuantely I got a 7, which would be the max amount of damage I could've pulled off with a 1d4 anyways.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Hmm. I got one more idea different from dashing or throwing. Or orchid tried to make a grapple against the dragonclaw, could he and the dragonclaw occupy the same space, since they’re both going to effectively be stuck together?

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Antaeus

Bookie was reworking a schedule for the miners. He was trying his best to ensure that these men weren't out of work completely; the garrison wants to seal off the entire mine until the crypt is discovered while he's hoping he can simply section off the area where the opening was. Sure, these men could go find work elsewhere in the short term, but iron was the lifeblood of this town. There simply wasn't enough of a marketable profit in fishing or forestry for them to try and turn that into a new business. Not to mention what happens in those mines were very much Bookie's business, and if there was profit to be made from it-

That's when a familiar face stepped up to the Firbolg. "Ah, Antaeus." Bookie knew all his workers fairly well, well enough to know their names at least, and he certainly knew of Antaeus. Far be it from him to get involved in a family's personal problems, but Bookie has dealt with Antaeus' father enough to get an idea of what his situation was like. There's even been questions about if any of the other miners might be Antaeus, which Bookie couldn't really determine. As far as he knows, Antaeus is the only Genisai in the Frontier Town, and they've not had any visitors like him since the village started. Either way the best Bookie could do was just make sure the two did have their time apart; it's too dangerous in the mines to let high tempers bring everything down. What was stranger to Bookie however was how Antaeus was acting. Antaeus was never a shy boy.

What he asked nearly made Bookie chuckle, but he remained stoic. He took off his glasses and mulled on it, speaking his thought outloud. "You wish to become an adventurer huh? Well, suppose now would be a as good as a time as any. Mysterious crypt opening up in our mines would need a few adventurers to explore.... And you're not runt. You're right up there with Nartur as one of our strongest rock breakers." Bookie closed his eyes and nodded. "Well, I can't promise it'll be enough for them to accept you, but I know a thing or two that might help. First I'll write to Ork about letting you get some basic training in with his garrison. But they don't just accept every young man in town. While I'm sure they know and can see that you're a strong fellow, they need someone who isn't afraid to kill either. Now, I'm not saying you got to kill a man or anything, but they do want someone who can at least kill an animal. Go into the forest and hunt for a deer or maybe even a boar, and bring it back to the garrison. That'll show them that you're bloodied enough." Bookie took one of the smaller pocketbooks he had on his person, writing a note down on it before passing it off to Antaeus.

His first quest book.

@Zeroth

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Livia

Shortly after Livia knocked on the door, she would hear the light taps of footsteps approaching. Soon the door opened revealing a peculiar little girl; she was definitely a young child, but she had cat-like ears and two cat-like tails. Her clothing was also notably different; while most of the villagers were wearing tough but plain garments meant for heavy work, this girl was wearing more fashionable clothing one would expect from a more major city. Livia may even recognize the style and even designer (History Check). Either way it was clear enough; this little girl wasn't a regular villager. "Hello. Are you here to see gran- I mean the Mayor?" Before Livia could even answer, a deep voice called from further within. "Go ahead and bring our guest in dear, I just finished up here."

At the man's command the little girl would invite Livia inside. She would also escort the girl to a large meeting room. It wasn't too fancy compared to some of the places Livia has been, but it had a rustic charm. The room was illuminated by the sunlight coming from outside, with a fireplace nearby that was only burning embers at the moment. There was a nicely carved wooden coffee table between two large couches, both with woolen cushions and pillows. While it was now silk case filled with plucked goose feathers, it was better than sitting on a wooden bench. There was also a large carpet made out of a rather huge bear, authentic and skillfully preserved. The walls of this room was decorated with various paintings, some which Livia may recognize; they were some of the locations she walked pass while getting to this village. Above the fireplace itself was a coat of arms of sort; it consisted of a rather ornate pickaxe crossed with a masterwork bow with three arrows bundled together made of a black stone.

There were two other people here. One was an old man with was playing with at least four kittens, and there were more just climbing around. He also had some dandelions tucked behind his ears which one of the cats kept pawing at. Standing up as if she was just leaving was a tall, head haired orcish woman. Her outfit, demeanor, and face said orcish, but she was quite an odd specimen for an orc; she had pale white skin and bright red hair. Where it not for her boar like snout and her notable tusk, she could pass off as a burly male elf. "Didn't know you were expecting guess, Mr. Mayor." The orcish woman said with a hint of curiosity. She crossed her arm and looked at Livia, as if expecting her to come back with a snide remark.

"I'm always expecting guest, Nartur. It would be my duty to see to anyone who has questions for me and the town after all. Now then, unless you'd like to join us for tea, is there anything else you'd like to ask?" The orcish woman simply snorted and shook her head. "Unfortunately no. But when you're ready to get your head out of the sand, my men and I will be back at the barracks." With that the woman, Nartur, left. The young girl had also gone to make tea leaving Livia with the man with many cats. He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch in front of him. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Nartur is a good woman, if shortsighted. Now then, what can I do for you miss Livia Foire?" The mayor smiled, taking out a letter from his coat. "I have been expecting you of course. I apologize for not having a fancier room prepared for you. It's been quite an eventful day. Ah, but where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself. I am Mayor Nikolas." The girl from before returned with a tray of tea, cups, and cookies. She put the tray down on the table and sat next to Nikolas, picking a cat off of him to hug as she looked at Livia. "And this girl is my granddaughter, Monita. Now then, what can I do for you today?"

@Rune_Alchemist

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Ethan

Meanwhile the Drunken Dragon was quite busy today. While it wasn't unusual to have so many people during the lunch rush, today was especially busy as most if not all the miners were out of the mine due to the discovery of the crypt in the mine. Thus the tavern was full of sweaty, tired men looking for a good meal. There were so many that most had to go eat outside, though fortunately there were still plenty of tables and chairs for them too. When Ethan came around he did garner a lot of stares, but not just because he was a newcomer.

"Damn that boy looks skinny."

"Poor lad, must be a beggar."

"That kid could use some meat on those bones."

"Could I get some more garlic?"

"That's the weirdest looking twig I've ever seen."

Most went back to their own business shortly after but a few watched just because they had nothing better to do. The contrast between Ethan's height was most notably when he went up to Sips; the halfling barkeep. The man, despite being over sixty years old, was barely over three feet tall. Despite his small statue it was obvious that he was in charge here; he dressed much better than everyone else in the tavern, and his hands were either exchanging money or food. His tavern workers consisted of three village women, serving food, pouring drinks, or cleaning tables. Miners who got a bit too frisky for their own good ended up getting ejected out by a half-elf man who either clocked them over the head, or used a flick of his finger to cause them to walk out of the tavern under their own will.

When Ethan went over to Sips and asked his question the halfling gave him a look. But as quickly as the smirk came, the halfling gave a hearty laugh. "Ah ha ha ha! You wanna earn your cake and eat it too eh? I see I see, so you want in on a cut of my jib do ya? Well, You've come to the right man ya did!" The halfling went to the back after dealing with some customers, then came back to to Ethan with a map and a hat. "Aight, so see here, these are the places ya need to be to get the things we need capisce? This cap is your badge of office, you show up you know what you're doing, they know what they're doing, you'll get your things and you'll go. Come back here by the end of the day, do that six more times, and you get the cutter for your butter. Do a good job and it'll be all horrowshow know what I'm saying dobby?" Sips spoke quickly as he turned to to the half-elf who was standing by the bar now, who just nodded his head. "Aye. In other words you got the job. You start now. Work hard, don't be late, and by the end of the week you'll get your pay."

@Searat

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Aight, sword throwing it is. I'm fairly confident that I'd still be able to hit using my old rolls, though with an improvised weapon since most machetes are meant to be thrown. That'll then turn my attack into 22 and the damage into 9, since I can't reckless a thrown weapon attack and rage damage only applies to melee attacks. Orchid would throw his sword from 10 feet of the Dragonclaw, since I'm somewhat certain I won't get range disadvantage for improvised weapons within 10 feet, then use my last 5 feet of movement to move diagonally north-west so Orchid is next to Parum on the map.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Hekazu

Damn, I was afraid of this. Positioning kills. I know I can still attack while within and allies square but I can’t end my turn there, and I’d have to use all my movement to get to the dragonclaw anyways.

I guess this means all I can do is either dash or attempt to throw my sword huh?

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

After slashing the first time into the dragonclaw's leg, Orchid got careless. He left himself wide open for a slash right across the face, cutting through his nose and over his eye. For a moment he blacked out and thought it was over for him. Then he opened his eyes. He saw his body falling towards the ground. In his mind he relished the idea of taking a bit of a nap; he's been working hard all day so he could afford a bit of a rest. But then he could see the dragonclaw who slashed him. A rage welled up inside of him. He could not rest while letting this man, who had harmed him so, get away alive. Orchid's eyes widen more as he planted his feet and glared at the man. He tried to run away but wouldn't get far; not without his leg. Orchid lashed out, his blade finishing the job he did the first time, chopping the man's leg off as his horse carried the dying man away.

Orchid felt his rages pulsating through his body. There was still other threats around. He turned to see another dragonclaw trying to ride away and Orchid wasn't going to allow that. Not just because Parum told them to chase him down, but because Orchid wasn't going to let prey get away. The bear called Torus and the tiger called Brannor charged at the Dragonclaw, and so the beast known as Orchid also charged, running right over and above Torus so he could leap towards the Dragonclaw. ""WAAAAARGH!" Orchid lunged towards the Dragonclaw, his sword poised to take the cultist's head clean off of his shoulders. Orchid struck hard and struck fast, bringing his mighty cleaver though flesh and bone.

Rolls

HP: 1/22
AC: 16 (Shield)
Rage: 0/2
Status: Raging
Weapon: 1d8+5 (Raging Longsword)

Moving 30 feet in a diagonal straight towards the Dragonclaw, Orchid recklessly attacks.
Longsword Attack = 24/21
Longsword Damage = 11