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Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

One moment, Graham Douglas had been the undisputed master of all he surveyed. The next, he had been bleeding out on the ground, a knife shoved into his back by his traitorous right hand man. And now here he was. Rather than heading off to whatever afterlife was waiting for him, Graham instead found himself in a crumbling temple with with a bunch of other dead people all surrounding a girl who was still clearly alive and sleeping soundly on the temple's altar. Though he was incapable of moving away from where he appeared, Graham had the fortune of appearing within sitting distance of one of the few long chairs that time had yet to break beyond use. As he sat down, Graham heard the others start talking and introducing themselves, so Graham figured he'd get in on that. "Graham Douglas." Graham introduced himself. "By the by, does anyone else 'ave this strange feelin' in the back o' their 'eads that somethin' dangerous is 'eaded this way or is that just death makin' me go a bit loopy?"

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

I am not looking to make the setting complicated. At first.

@Sigil

Fair enough. Feel free to @ me once the 'at first' segment of your game is done.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

@Sigil
What complications are you referring to?

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

Standard PHB races. Let’s keep this part simple.

@Sigil

Is this non-negotiable? I've always been more partial to the Volo's Guide races.

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

Question though, why give him the archery style?

@Lucius Cypher

I gave him archery so that his crossbow attacks hit as often as his flail attacks.

Burning Bright (D&D 5e)

Name: Graham Douglas

Appearance

Race: Human

Occupation: Thug/Gang Leader

Memories: Much of Graham's memories are shrouded in the fog of death, but he remembers bits and pieces and he most certainly remembers his end. He was born into a family on the... well not the rich side of town that's for sure. He doesn't remember whether he was middle class or poor but he does remember joining a gang, the Lamb Street Shanks. Why Graham did this he does not recall. It was either something about family, something about revenge, or something about gold. Whatever the reason, Graham joined the Shanks. Eventually, the Shanks' founder got himself killed, something about a gang war or a guard crackdown, and someone had to take his place. After breaking a few faces and crushing a few windpipes, Graham got the job.

When Graham joined, the Shanks' territory barely reached beyond Lamb Street. By the time Graham took the helm, that had not changed. The first thing Graham did was correct that. Graham began a campaign of rapid outward expansion, pushing aside defiant rivals and meddling guards with contemptuous ease as he went. But just as the height of his power seemed to be in his grasp, Graham was met with the one challenge he could not so easily contend with: Those who stood behind him. Paxton Truter, Graham's right hand man, who handled the finer points of wrangling the Shanks while Graham focused on the ambitious broad strokes. After watching Graham work for a time from the position he held at the boss' back, Paxton figured that he could handle both the finer points and the broad strokes easily enough. And so, Paxton went from having Graham's back to stabbing it.

But while that would have been the end for most, it was not so for Graham. Instead of moving onto whatever the afterlife had in store for him, Graham's soul found itself bound to a gestalt. This turn of events, though surprising, was certainly not unwelcome. Graham saw it as an opportunity, a chance to track down his backstabbing right hand and reduce him to a bloody stump. All he needed to do was find away to convince Yin and the rest of them to go along with it.

Other: In life and in death, Graham carries a curious smoking pipe. Nothing can be placed in the pipe, nor can it be lit. But should someone attempt to use it, the pipe produces bubbles. Graham does not remember how he came upon the pipe, but he does remember that he finds the act of blowing bubbles from it therapeutic.

An Ender Lilies-like campaign (5e)

Bright Stricken

@Lucius Cypher

Was 'Bright Stricken' what you intended to say or was that R meant to be an L?

An Ender Lilies-like campaign (5e)

@Lucius Cypher

Does what you have planned for this require a large group or could you still do this with just me and Fellsing?

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

I'm going to shutter this, I really need more than one active player to make the game work properly.

@Penny

Do you? Things seem to be working properly to me.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

January hid it well, but it never failed to amuse him when mortals referred to him in terms one would use for someone younger than they were despite the fact that January himself was closing in on two thousand years of age. "I'm glad you think so." January said in response to Father Ramon relenting as he followed the priest deeper into the cathedral. The vampire tensed slightly as he watched Ramon pause to show respect to the cross. Once that cross had been a symbol of an empire's might and the painful consequences of defying them. Now, those who should be cowering in fear of it gather about the cross as they pay homage to their prophet. January shook his head clear of those dark thoughts and returned his focus to the task at hand as whatever wards protected this place fell to let them pass and Ramon led them on.

"Over the years St Anthony has provided storage and sanctuary for many." Father Ramon explained as he walked.

"A church with a side gig in storage." January commented curiously. "What will they think of next?"

When he followed Father Ramon into the sacristy, January was met with a sight that caused a wide, predatory grin to pull itself across his face. Seated at a table, tarot cards in hand, were a pair of burly priests that had fallen into January's web not too long ago. January always loved having power over Christians. It reminded him of the good old days.

"Peace be with you brothers." Ramon said to the priests as he passed them.

"Keep you're phones close and your cars closer, boys." January added as he walked by. "I may have need of you this night."

January followed Father Ramon deeper still into the depths of St Anthony's, down a set of iron spiral stairs, and into a long corridor of archways and runic doors.

"Welcome to the Vault of Lost Things." Ramon told them as he led them on.

'Called it.' January thought to himself as he continued to follow. Eventually, they came to a stop at a number of blackened and blasted doors.

"These were the vaults which were defiled." Ramon admitted, a touch of old testament anger coloring the last word.

January let out a low whistle at the sight. "Whoever did this meant business." January said before turning to Father Ramon. "Are any of the defences still working or will we be able to investigate without having to watch for traps?"

Synopsis

January attempts to name the faces of the burly priests. He rolls an 11 for one and a 10 for the other. He opts to have both priests in his debt.

Having Marked all four factions, January increases Mind by 1.