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Current I want to DM a 5e game. However, I've never done it online and have no clue what to do without paper, pencil, and DICE. I just don't trust digital rollers.
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@The Mad Hatter You're accepted, absolutely! I'm sorry for the delay.
Quick bump!





Long ago, more seasons ago than anyone could count, there were terrible beasts, called humans. Humans were described by the elders as being as tall as bears, with hands of raccoons, and having no tails or fur, other than at the very top of their heads. Their ears were misshapen, and they stood on two flat feet, with their hands useless for movement. Slow creatures, but they had incredible intellect. Their homes, were like sterile trees with no life, no branches, no leaves. They built machines to move themselves around, we assume because they were ineffective by foot. Finally, they built weapons that exploded to protect themselves.

As any elder would tell you, humans were mean and cruel. They hated each other, using their weapons to kill each other without mercy. Legends said that it got worse and worse the longer they lived, and eventually, they just wiped each other out. Explosions first, giant, destructive explosions, then starvation.

With no humans left, we began to flourish. We, the rats and mice, escaped the human cages and returned to the wilds, and the wilds reclaimed the human homes. Moons passed, then seasons, then cycles. Communities of us live comfortably in the wild, surviving off the land, sometimes claiming ancient human structures as our homes, and acting with proper reason and resolve, much better than any humans.

We are the Clan of Falling Leaves, our origins dating back to human extinction. Our oracle, Nireus, has had visions of a terrible cold season, where we will not only face the weather, but a great predator who comes from the sky as well. We have begun preparing the troops, both magic and non, for this predator, but we can only be so ready. May the gods smile on us, or end us quickly.


Alright my dudes, so this is gonna be about the preparation and survival of a clan of rats and mice for winter, and for a very unwanted owl. They're not quite anthros, as they're rat sized, but they have weapons like swords and spears, and some are sorcerers and wizards. Think of Despereaux and Secret of NIHM. You could be a rat, who are more likely to be non-magical and are psychically stronger, or a mouse, who are more likely to have magic and speed rather than strength, or even a hamster or other small rodent. Smaller it is, the more magically inclined the race.

Questions? Comments? Interests?
Lets get this revived, hm?
I'm ready for this.
Guys I'm so sorry I've been gone. Mental illness kicked my ass. I'm still not well, but please, continue. It's player driven anyway.
Gonna try to rebump this, see if I can get it going. If not, nothing lost!




Age
20

Gender
Male

Species
Dog (Pitbull)

Orientation
Pansexual

Occupation
Club Bouncer

Aspiration
Famous Musician

Bio
Logan moved to Hollywoo when he was 17 to live with his uncle, a formerly well known music producer, in order to try and kick-start his career. Shortly after his 18th birthday, before Logan could release a single song, the studio went bankrupt and was sold. His uncle fled his debts and is rumored to be living in South America somewhere, leaving Logan alone in Hollywoo. Needing the money, he recently sold his uncle's estate and moved to Salty Dog Apartments, which is closer to his current job of bouncing at The Cube. He's a big guy, so bouncing was the best thing for paying bills.

Logan is pretty easily discouraged, and often wonders if he'll ever actually make it as a musician. He's also starting to teeter towards alcoholism as self-medication.

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