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D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki

What makes you think I was demanding?

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki

While that may be the case, there has never once been an instance in real life where someone has vanished simply because the extradimensional being that controlled said person's every action got bored of controlling that person. Had it not been for the people playing Boram, Bobbin, and Mirdas losing interest in the game, their characters would still be around and chances are their secrets would have eventually come to light.

And on top of that, answer me this. Since all 3 of these characters are now gone and therefore no longer have any impact on the story what so ever, what harm is there in revealing their secrets?

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@rush99999As for the secret backstory... It's just like in real life. If that persone moves away before you get to find out, we don't get to find out

@ihinka

D&D isn't real life.

A series of adventures

So long as this turns out to be 5e rather than pathfinder, I'm in.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

"We killed most of them, but not all of them" Jacoby replied, as his eye continued to stare at Jamil "2 of your number still live, as they decided to surrender rather than continue to fight. For your sake I you do the same". Jacoby then turned his head toward Jamil as the eye in his orb focused focused on the bandit, whose throat Jacoby still had his sword to. The eye in Jacoby's orb then slowly shifted from a human's eye to an eye found within the sockets of a vicious jungle predator. When Jacoby next spoke it was not words that came out. What came out instead was the growl of a vicious jungle predator. "Jamil of Azalorn!" Jacoby called out to Jamil, his magic allowing him to speak in a way he knew Jamil would understand "If you harm a single hair on either of their heads, you will learn in the worst of ways that there are fates infinitely than death!".

Mechanics

Persuade the bandit to surrender: 14
Intimidate Jamil into leaving Callie alone: 15

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

And why don't we leave the backstory as a mystery?

@Guardian Angel Haruki

Because JB and Pennydumb put work into their character's backstories, and leaving them a secret would be a terrible shame. Plus, we would have probably found out anyway had they not left.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@JBRam2002

Since you're out of the game now, what was Bobbin's secret stuff that you PM'd to Haruki at the start of the game? The only way we'll know now is if you tell us.

Hero Guard - A D&D 5e Adventure

@OtomostheCrazy

Ability score improvement.

This Dark Age of Ours

Môrogoed

Wal Ddraig

A pair of kobold scouts crept quietly through the forest near the banks of the river. The rest of their raiding party were 2 beats of a dragon's wings behind them. They had been sent ahead to make sure the way was clear of any danger and if it wasn't, that the raiding party knew about it before they got themselves killed walking into a trap. So far the night had been uneventful. The forest was silent, the water was calm, and there wasn't a single hint of danger in sight. The kobold scouts were beginning to wonder if their job was necessary at all. Then a pair of familiar scents met their noses.

The 1st scout to catch the scent suddenly stopped his partner and began sniffing at the air. "Do you smell that" the 1st scout asked.
The 2nd scout took a moment to sniff the air before replying. "Elf flesh and...the master's breath? Here?" he said "But he hasn't left the mountains in millennia".
"I think I know why that is" the 1st replied before moving towards the source of the scent, the 2nd scout following close behind.

When the scouts arrived at the scents source, the 1st scout's suspicion had been confirmed. There they found several elves standing around a great pyre. They carried with them a flame that was nothing like the fires produced by the hands of mere mortals. The scouts looked at each other. They knew what this place was. They knew what had taken place here. They knew what that pyre was. And most importantly, they knew what lighting that pyre meant. "We must return to the rafts" the 1st scout said as the the pyre was set ablaze "We must let the others know. The elves wish to discuss tribute".

This Dark Age of Ours

The Calemviri Mountains

Calemvir's Rest

For the denizens of the Calemviri Mountains, it was just another ordinary day. It had begun just like every other. They had set about their daily routines as they had done so the day before and the day before that. And all across the mountain range everything was completely normal. Everything save for a single exception. Deep within Calemvir's Rest, the tallest mountain the Calemviri had to offer and home of the great beast the mountains were named for, the King Under the Mountain began to stir from his 3 seasons long slumber.

For as long as he could remember, Calemvir had loathed the summertime. The heat made him restless, and the restlessness made him hungry. For a while, Calemvir shut his eyes as tightly as he could in a desperate attempt to gain but 1 last moment of precious sleep. But alas, the heat was too much for Calemvir to bear. The dragon opened his eyes and let forth a terrible sound that was half-groan and half-yawn. "I hate summer" Calemvir grumbled as he lifted himself up off the giant pile of gold and jewels he had been sleeping on and began to survey his hoard to make sure nothing had been stolen. By the time he'd made certain everything was still there, the sound of a great many pairs of feet bearing their owners into the cavern met Calemvir's ears.

The dragon turned his head to regard his kobold servants. Most of the kobolds present carried crude fans with them, much to Calemvir's relief. Despite all their faults, kobolds were surprisingly good with those fans of theirs. "Ahhhhh" Calemvir said while relaxing on his great and glimmering pile of hoarded treasure as the kobolds commenced fanning him "Much better. All I need now is some fresh meat and some new additions to my hoard. With summer underway I assume that won't take long".
A kobold shaman stepped forward and bowed before speaking. "The raiding parties are preparing as we speak, my lord" the shaman said "They will take to their rafts with the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon".
"And with any luck, some of them will make it to the end of the river and reach the east side of the lake" Calemvir replied "Horses raised by mortals who have made them central to their lives always taste the best".

Come nightfall as the darkness became a hiding place for those who knew how to use it and a hindrance for those who didn't, the kobold raiders set out on their rafts in search of settlements near the river to raid for gold and meat for their draconic master. How far they would go down river would depend on how ambitious each raiding party was. The least ambitious would stick near the mountain and attack the weakest settlements while the most ambitious would try to make it to the lake and raid Lorea rather than Môrogoed. Summer had come to the Sunrise Lands, and kobolds were ready to meet it head on. For such was the will of their master.