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5e Campaign - The Fall of Tenas

@Torack Ah, related question - where do you want sheets uploaded to? D&D Beyond, or is elsewhere ok?

Strawberry Romantic

@druidquest Just so I can get my mental map down, Mina's near this lot too? I figured Diarmi would be by default, since my last post has him following the bird-guys.

5e Campaign - The Fall of Tenas

-tucks away my one-eyed bardlock- Anyways, I suppose, I'll likely be doing a sorcerer, if there are no objections.

5e Campaign - The Fall of Tenas

Yoooooo

Of Data and Code - A Digimon Story

There are no girls in this group.

@Crimson Flame

Erm, whoops?

Digimon: The Parallel Visage

@Mole Looking forward to it!

@JDubs I was actually considering implementing an item system? Like, you could equip the 'Chromatic Drill' and be able to dig/pierce armor. The difference being the items aren't temporary - a digimon could theoretically carry this drill for the entire rp if desired.

Digimon: The Parallel Visage

For centuries, the Digital World has known nothing but peace. There have been small incidents in the past, handled by humans known as 'digidestined' while the Sovereigns kept peace in their territory and Yggdrasil kept the land alive. Even then, there was no problem so great that the digimon could not call upon a Sovereign or the Royal Knights to keep them safe. Lives were rarely, if ever, actually in danger of being lost, and no damage done could not be fixed with time and energy. Truly, the Digital World was one of prosperity and well-being.

This was all before the Sovereigns vanished, replaced by unusually powerful Megas known only as the Tyrants. They disrupted the land, destroying the balance of their new territories according to their own selfish whims. With the Sovereigns nowhere to be found and unable to answer the calls of the ailing digimon, Yggdrasil sent out what Royal Knights it could to help.

Once they all left, the demonic Necrowisemon attacked the Server Tree, intent on making Yggdrasil's power his own. Worse yet, he had Sovereign cores - he had been the one responsible for making the Sovereigns vanish, a monumental task achieved solely to distract the Royal Knights from his true target. It was only the quick actions of Qilinmon, taking Yggdrasil far away from the Server Tree, that robbed Necrowisemon of his victory. Doing so, however, forced Yggdrasil to sever its connection to the Server Tree and allow the Tyrants to execute their full wrath on the lands they now claimed as their own. The Royal Knights were no longer able to contact each other or the Server Tree.

Yggdrasil and the Sovereigns are missing.

The Royal Knights are separated.

Necrowisemon has the Server Tree.

Welcome to the Digital World.

-brushes six years’ of dust off this concept-

Hello, all, so to state the premise simply: the Sovereigns are missing, and it’s going to be your mission to find them, restore peace to their lands, and then defeat Necrowisemon before he does anything worse.

There are a few details about the premise I’m willing to discuss:

• partnerships with “wild” digimon (that is, a digimon simply not partnered with a human)
• the role of the humans (more direct like Frontier’s spirit evolution, more off to the side like Adventure/02 evolutions, or a mix like Tamer’s biomerge)
• locales visited (there are five major areas - the Server Tree, the North, the East, the South, and the West, but it’s somewhat undecided if the rp will cover the trips between these areas)

Just so we’re clear, this is not “first-come, first-serve”. Considering this is my third attempt to run this rp, I’m going to be fairly picky this time around. If you want to sign up, you are agreeing that you’re in it ‘for the long haul’, so to speak.

Human character

Name:

Appearance:

Age: (I’ll allow anywhere between 12 and 21)

Gender:

Brief Bio:

Sovereign Connection: (Pick 1 of 4; effects are mostly cosmetic)

Equipment:

Miscellaneous:

Main Partner

Species:

Appearance:

Gender:

Digivolution Line: (Up to Perfect)

Personality:

Equipment:

Attacks:

Miscellaneous:

’Feral’ Digimon

Digimon Species:

Appearance:

Gender:

Digivolution Line: (Up to Perfect)

Personality:

Equipment:

Attacks:

Miscellaneous:

Strawberry Romantic

@Silver Carrot I mean, I think it'd have to do more with their personality. Someone who's energetic, maybe loud, quick to act. As for era/locale - Iunno. We got Viking, knight, Native American, and Egyptian so far.

Strawberry Romantic

@EmmaZ Yeah, did some research. He probably has some body paint, a bear cloak - and to keep this rp rated PG-13, a spandex bodysuit. Still, from what I can tell, it's a very distinct look.

Strawberry Romantic

Diarmi knew he'd been quick enough - he hadn't been granted superspeed by any means, but the horizontal distance hadn't been that large either - and he knew he'd stood in the right spot, because, technically, the purple substance HAD landed in his hands. It was just that it ran through his fingers like water. Like warm, viscous, colored water.

More like blood, really.

Diarmi had never understood the cliche of "a shiver running down your spine" before that moment, but that sudden connection forced understanding on him. It didn't help that it wasn't clear if the bird monster had killed that lady or not, and if it had, what good had felling it done? What was-

He was disrupted from his spiraling thoughts by the pressure of a hand on his shoulder, extending from a bare, muscular, translucent arm. "Look," the disembodied-no-longer voice said, now coming from a young man with a serious-looking gash across his stomach, barely covered by a bear's pelt (that, Diarmi realized, looked an awful lot like the one now slung over his own shoulder). He pulled himself out of his thoughts to observe the purple energy snaking about just above the asphalt and dive into - a man. Huh. Hopefully that stuff was interchangeable. More notably, it was now clear somehow that the man was alive. He couldn't put his finger on it - the man didn't have color return to his cheeks, it wasn't like he was now heaving for breath, he still wasn't moving. It was just that sort of instinct, the kind that told people whether or not they were looking at a corpse, and Diarmi knew he was not looking at a corpse. Good. He ran to retrieve his ax and quickly moved to cover for a fleeing civilian, wondering if he could throw his ax in such a way that it'd return to his hand.

"-y!"

"Hrm?" The ghostly young man seemed curious about the cry, taking Diarmi's attention with him. Diarmi didn't regret looking - there was another fighter! She carried with her a massive sword, dressed more for battle than Diarmi - well, had been. He hadn't paid much attention to his own outfit change. (He missed his jacket and scarf, sure, but the bearskin was pretty awesome now that he reflected on it.) Wait, she was still speaking.

“Hey! Try and see if you can find something they’re bringing that purple stuff to!”

“Sure! That one has a ‘purple stuff’ with it!” And another voice! Diarmi turned to see another fighter! And she was fighting with her bear hands. She was gesturing upwards, further down the road - ah, right, yeah. Still fighting. Be starstruck later.

"I got it!" He didn't have the quickstep the first fighter seemed to have (superspeed? Some kind of variation on that?), but he wasn't slow to begin with, and he could spare the energy. Besides, he was still trying to figure out if he could throw the ax like a boomerang, and that seemed to distress the injured spirit so maybe focusing on something else would be a good idea. He left the road, going up the sidewalk and up the buildings alongside it to keep from tripping over bird-monsters and Schrodinger's corpses. He made a mental note: this whole deal seemed to have afforded him some more stamina. Neat.

He perched on a building's ledge (if you could call that 2-inch-wide molding between stories a 'ledge'), watching the bird-monster to see where it was going. One hand clung to the corner of the building for balance as he crouched, trying to get a tiny bit closer to see and hear better, while the other clutched at the ax he'd been given. Several other bird-monsters had come this way as well. Oh, man, how many had there been? How in the world were three of them meant to clean all this up?

"This all feels familiar." Once again, the spirit knocked Diarmi from his spiraling. He kept quiet, though, doubting he had any way to speak with the spirit that couldn't be overheard. "I've done this before. Not this specifically, but fighting a battle like this. I think I recall it ending well, at least." Well, that was a surprisingly uplifting sentiment.

"Thanks, ghost," Diarmi whispered back.

"My name is Agmundr. Kindly try to remember it." Diarmi simply nodded in response, preparing to move with the bird monsters.