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Abominations [ A dark dungeon crawl]

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"Ain't world out there for you no more. This is your world, this enclosed space, this moment of punishment. You savor the pain eventualy, become twisted, wishing for the next lash. Not out of some deviant desire for punishment, but for fear that if the routine changes whatever comes next will be worse. You think...you want to believe...it can't get worse...well...it always gets worse. Down here....in"

THE FACTORY

Before

Kidnapped

You were taken from a previous life to the factory. Good life, bad life, elite or poor man. The factory dosen't descriminate nor does it care about your past. Maybe you want to go back to the world you had, most do. It's a long dream and no one escaped yet though. Even if you did could society even welcome you back as you are now?

Career: You gain a career of your choosing, giving you mundane knowledge in that feild to a competent degree.

Past: Because you had a past others may know you. In some cases other abominations or waste will return stories for reliable stories of the outside.

Silver Spoon: Whatever life you had, you know what comfort is. Compared to the factory, it was heaven. You gain double stress and psychich damage.



Clone

You were born, fully grown in a tube. You may of lucked out and been one of the few to have something of a teenagehood. Coming out a bit underdone but either way...this is all you know. Most are simply processed, friends you had a month ago disappear into winding rooms and machinery. Some don't even get used...staying in cages seemingly indefinitely...others...become them. You may lack the human experience, you may even be tainted, but does some fabric of your humanity exist despite this bleakness?

Additional Testing: Most Clones undergo testing while in the tube. Giving you 1 more point in BODY.

Denizen: This place is your home. You survive here, flourish here. Sometimes you even manage to be happy...briefly. You start off with a MAP of your area and one type of chosen threat information revealed to you.

Newborn: Without the proper human experience yet still retaining some vague notion of what humans are, you are terrible at social interactions. You have negative -4 to detecting lies, lying yourself, or reading people/sentient folks.



Expirement

You were created or abducted for one specific purpose. Ruthless, extensive expirementation. Your humanity in every sense have been stricken from you, what tiny strand you have left beneath the horrorshow purely exists out of sheer will power. You were abandoned, thrown away, a failure? maybe. A form of torture? possible. Who knows the mind of the factory. Maybe a simple flook, but it's mistake is your power. It made you regret life, perhaps you'll look to do the same?

Extensive Maltreatment: You get given one RANDOM BODY MUTATION freely. This may not be as useful as you hope.

Expirementation: Every time you have a LONG REST you have a 1/100 chance of regrowing any lost flesh/limbs. The more virtal, big, or complex the lost. The more higher your rolls have to be.

Monster: Your visage is disgusting, even by the standards of the horrors within the factory. There is no way you can pass as human or even tolerable to gaze at. Your physical form will be malformed in many, many ways. Maybe you have putsals of blood that appear all over like tumors that grow back instantly after forming. Maybe you have a long intestinal tube out of a hole that leads to your stomach than a mouth. None the less, most will consider you scary, even your own comrades.



Processed

You've seen them, walking about, the man-machines. If you could consider them either. Some are unlucky enough to be selected to become them, bad for you. Some, however, don't make it through the whole process of losing mind and body. Thrown into chutes and trash cans, bloody and broken but free. Good for you. The factory has no understanding of pain nor any care for it. Straps are easier to make than pain killers. The experience scarred you but did they remove ONLY your flesh in that operating room?

Augmented: You start the game with a RANDOM device of random quality and usefulness.

Imprint: You will register as a machine by others of your kind. Allowing you to dodge fights or interactions if your free will isn't too obvious.

Pawn: Poking around in your brain like that, can't describe it. Sometimes you still feel it. They put something in you, now when the speakers churn up or the authorities say something you can't help but to obey: you have to roll 1 - 100 when given a command by a factory employed enemy. Failure leads to stress or being mind dominated for a few turns.

Now

BODY MIND SOUL

You get 4 points in each to do as you please. Add any background given points from [before] section as needed.


BODY:

Claws

With claws you get 1d4 slashing damage per strike. Your strikes also inflict bleed if they crit.

Claws, however, give you a -2 penalty to handling controls, generally messing up fine manipulation(throwing knives or fixing something)

Finesse

note: claws very rarely, if ever, come out perfectly. They are normally mishaped, jutted out, odd in size from one another and simply have grown out a chunk of the hand rather being fine nimble, finger like constructs. Your claws could of even be jutting out of your forearm or wrist. None the less, they still cripple your fingers fine motor skills.

Mace (need claws)

A progressive mutation of claws. Your entire hand, if you even hand one, has turned into a misshaped ball of slush with loads of oddly shaped spikes sprouting out of it.

Only affects one hand, can be bought twice.

Each strike deals 1d6 bashing/piercing damage. The mace renders you unable to do anything like fix machinery, sabotage, pick stuff up ectr if you have two. If you have one mace you have a -4 to all dexterity or hand based tasks except attached mutations-like mace itself.

When you hit a character you have a strength check. If you natural 20 or double their roll+mod then they are reduced to prone. If you beat their roll the enemy is stumbles back out of force.

Heavy

Jutting Protusion

A large, single spike erupts from your body. It may be your arm, hand, shoulder, or even your chest. This thing forcefully sprouted from you like a cancerous spear. It's at least 4 feet long and can't be retracted in anyway. Attempts to cut down the spear only results in whatever left of it bleeding profusely for hours as it grows back.

1D4 slashing swung about or hit against an enemy without charging.

When charging at a target with at least 20 feet to begin a spring the spear does a 1d8+str mod piercing damage on hit.

The charging spear on confirmed hit gets a reroll chance to crit.

The spear is a massive vantage point for enemies to grab you, giving them +4 to grapple against you.

The spear sheer size is cubersome and can make it hard to sneak.

HEAVY, LOADING

DEFENSIVE MUTATIONS

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Rough Flesh

Your skin has turned to a leather like substance, hardening untill it almost cracks at the seams. What was once soft and smooth has numerous bobbles, rashes and gone sore from a constant irritating redness that spreads viscously from your elbows, knees and forehead. Some parts of your skin are dead black at the ridge, while painful to touch, they are nearly rock hard.

can't be bought with Glutinous Flesh.

Gain 2 AC

Your squishy skin slaps about audibly, giving you a -2 to stealth.

Glutinous Flesh

Your flesh quivers with anxiety. Forever prepared for the next horror the factory will inflict upon it. wobbles like a thick overlay of jelly than skin. Sometimes even small things like bugs sink inside. Ugly...yes...useful...definitely. Knifes can get stuck and your skin quickly sticks back together.

+1 AC

You have a resistance to small blades.

Your will clot up the bleeding wounds after 1 turn.

You are vulnerable to liquid, jelly, and fire based attacks. You cannot remove harmful substances from your skin without a bath/shower in some form.

Wart Wrappings

You're entire body is hidden by an overlay of pulsating, rubbery bloated bubbles filled with an almost greenish, thick liquid. Sometimes when you move you can hear the waters inside swishing, despite how sensitive they may appear you feel very little if they are touched and it takes consistent force to break them. Your palms and feet are spared this fate, your face, sadly can't say the same. You have to pop the large, swelling ones around your eyes sometimes to stop from going blind. This hurts.

+1 AC

Resistance to Bashing damage

If you have any blood based mutations, apply those to your warts which will explode violently with said substance to any attacker within 5 feet.

When moving about your warts make an audible sound of swishing and wobbling, making it easier for threats to detect you. -2 to stealth

Your baubles give enemies a +2 for them to grapple you.

can't be bought with other skin choices


MIND

Growth

A large, abnormal lump of cracked flesh has started to sprout from your head. It seems pretty stable although it sometimes it throbs against your skull with the force of a beating drum to a microphone. When you get upset you can feel a league of over sized veins bulge out from it to your forehead, allowing you to back others down with your abusive barking. Sometimes you even swear you can hear your own thoughts echo into the empty halls.

Your abusive screaming or angry shouts deal 1d4 psychic damage with a small chance to give your target mental maladies.

On crit sentient targets are STUNNED for one turn.

Psychic damage cannot be healed by most means, making it a safe way to assure punishment despite support.

It's extremely loud method of attack and will easily attract other nearby threats if you're not careful.

Deals STRESS 1d4 damage to yourself each time you use it.

LOADING


Eye Absorption

Your left or right eye has had a strange, squishy organ flood over it and slowly crush it into jelly. In reflections you can still see the remains of it squished between the mass of this organic sideshow that spewed out of your socket. Sometimes the organs start pumping and you see weird echoes outlines of anatomy in the distance.

You Gain Meat Sight

You must activate Meat Sight in order to use it, when doing so your organ will pump with a low audible beat to it. This is hard to hear but can cause you great stress and has a chance to give you head aches if you use it too long or repeatedly.

When using Meat Sight you can see anything with an organic part to it, however, you can only perceive it's organic parts. A man-machine with a just brain it will appear like a floating brain. You use this to see past walls, doors and most forms of invisibility.

-2 to hit with range due to loss of your eye.

If you are hit while using Meat Vision you must pass a check to remain concentrated or you are forced out of it and STUNNED. Gaining 1d8 stress damage from the shock.

Unzipped

A large chunk of your brain has crawled out of a large, gory split in your forehead, exposing it to the air. Whatever discomfort you feel at having your brains feels the musky wind is compensated for the shuddering jolts of electricity they produce when you concentrate.

You produce a RANGED 1d6 electrical attack at any target within 30 feet.

Crit against automatons and Man-Machines have a chance to STUN them for one turn.

+2 damage against automatons and man-machines

You must take a turn to charge up your first attack, when hit you have a chance to have your concentration broken and have to charge up again. You always de-charge automatically if you don't attack every 3 turns.

Head strikes always count as if you were VULNERABLE

LOADING, RANGE, AMMUNITION

Skull Casing

A large shell has overgrown your head and started to consume your face from above. This shell could be a ripple of uncontrolled, growing flesh, it could be dead, hardened chunk of brain gone grey to protect what's within. It could be calcium. It barely avoids blinding you as it seeps around and slightly over your eyes. Since this growth you swear it vibrates when the factory speakers talk.

+1 AC gainst stress and psychic based attacks.

+2 against mental domination. Doesn't apply to PROCESSED characters.

When you are MIND DOMINATED you have a chance to reroll to break it with a -2 penalty.

Your head gets a +1 ac specifically when hit by anything. Reduces unzipped penalty to -1

This world is almost exactly like ours. Got the same issues, the same internet, same memes, same junk food and the same maps. Except there is one difference: The Factory. No one knows how it came to be, in the beginning it was just big industerial park in the middle of some worthless sack of land. But one day the local workers started acting strange and reclusive, then hostile and paranoid, then isolationist to the point they even rejected the internet.

Then they simply...went inside...never came out. Since then loads of attempts by military has tried to infiltrate the place. Each attempt has failed, urban explorers who enter might be lucky enough to upload a few videos of the outside location and then some gruesome screams before their stream is cut.

No swat, cop, solder nor specialized unit has returned and all considered are KIA. On 2015, a year into its strange happenings it was agreed by the american authority that the place would be thoroughly bomb to rubble after several people have been kidnapped and their remains found in the trash cans at the entrance.

The bombs were launched....but they never hit the factory. Where they went is anybodys guess. What is this place is a mystery and the area was closed off by military forces for observation. Yet people still disappear from streets like magic into its halls. And the number of victims had grown into the double digits nearing on three this year.

TL DR

it's like a dungeon crawl, but instead of a dungeon, it's a shithole

OOC:

This is going to be based on DnD. I don't really have a lot of experience in DnD, honestly. I've practiced one game, once, as dm. I figured might as well use a system some people know for this rather than a new one. For the most part I'll be translating anything from 5E to this game.

I haven't included soul, nor all the mind/mutation choices since this is just a taster.

This will be a party of 4/possibly 6 players depending on things when it's up.

This is pretty much a dungeon crawler with blatantly self indulgent edgy and horror themes. So be ready for torture/gore fest themes in it.

I'm new to DnD. I'm making a homebrew because it's helping me learn the mechanics easier to adapt them than to fumble them in game. I'll do my best to DM.

This will most likely be on roll 20. I already got 2 people who may join. Mostly checking interest.

If this ends up on the forums I will expect a standard of 2 paragraphs.

Abominations [ A dark dungeon crawl]

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"Ain't world out there for you no more. This is your world, this enclosed space, this moment of punishment. You savor the pain eventualy, become twisted, wishing for the next lash. Not out of some deviant desire for punishment, but for fear that if the routine changes whatever comes next will be worse. You think...you want to believe...it can't get worse...well...it always gets worse. Down here....in"

THE FACTORY

Before

Kidnapped

You were taken from a previous life to the factory. Good life, bad life, elite or poor man. The factory dosen't descriminate nor does it care about your past. Maybe you want to go back to the world you had, most do. It's a long dream and no one escaped yet though. Even if you did could society even welcome you back as you are now?

Career: You gain a career of your choosing, giving you mundane knowledge in that feild to a competent degree.

Past: Because you had a past others may know you. In some cases other abominations or waste will return stories for reliable stories of the outside.

Silver Spoon: Whatever life you had, you know what comfort is. Compared to the factory, it was heaven. You gain double stress and psychich damage.



Clone

You were born, fully grown in a tube. You may of lucked out and been one of the few to have something of a teenagehood. Coming out a bit underdone but either way...this is all you know. Most are simply processed, friends you had a month ago disappear into winding rooms and machinery. Some don't even get used...staying in cages seemingly indefinitely...others...become them. You may lack the human experience, you may even be tainted, but does some fabric of your humanity exist despite this bleakness?

Additional Testing: Most Clones undergo testing while in the tube. Giving you 1 more point in BODY.

Denizen: This place is your home. You survive here, flourish here. Sometimes you even manage to be happy...briefly. You start off with a MAP of your area and one type of chosen threat information revealed to you.

Newborn: Without the proper human experience yet still retaining some vague notion of what humans are, you are terrible at social interactions. You have negative -4 to detecting lies, lying yourself, or reading people/sentient folks.



Expirement

You were created or abducted for one specific purpose. Ruthless, extensive expirementation. Your humanity in every sense have been stricken from you, what tiny strand you have left beneath the horrorshow purely exists out of sheer will power. You were abandoned, thrown away, a failure? maybe. A form of torture? possible. Who knows the mind of the factory. Maybe a simple flook, but it's mistake is your power. It made you regret life, perhaps you'll look to do the same?

Extensive Maltreatment: You get given one RANDOM BODY MUTATION freely. This may not be as useful as you hope.

Expirementation: Every time you have a LONG REST you have a 1/100 chance of regrowing any lost flesh/limbs. The more virtal, big, or complex the lost. The more higher your rolls have to be.

Monster: Your visage is disgusting, even by the standards of the horrors within the factory. There is no way you can pass as human or even tolerable to gaze at. Your physical form will be malformed in many, many ways. Maybe you have putsals of blood that appear all over like tumors that grow back instantly after forming. Maybe you have a long intestinal tube out of a hole that leads to your stomach than a mouth. None the less, most will consider you scary, even your own comrades.



Processed

You've seen them, walking about, the man-machines. If you could consider them either. Some are unlucky enough to be selected to become them, bad for you. Some, however, don't make it through the whole process of losing mind and body. Thrown into chutes and trash cans, bloody and broken but free. Good for you. The factory has no understanding of pain nor any care for it. Straps are easier to make than pain killers. The experience scarred you but did they remove ONLY your flesh in that operating room?

Augmented: You start the game with a RANDOM device of random quality and usefulness.

Imprint: You will register as a machine by others of your kind. Allowing you to dodge fights or interactions if your free will isn't too obvious.

Pawn: Poking around in your brain like that, can't describe it. Sometimes you still feel it. They put something in you, now when the speakers churn up or the authorities say something you can't help but to obey: you have to roll 1 - 100 when given a command by a factory employed enemy. Failure leads to stress or being mind dominated for a few turns.

Now

BODY MIND SOUL

You get 4 points in each to do as you please. Add any background given points from [before] section as needed.

BODY:

Claws

A standard mutation in here They do little to automotons or man-machines without a lucky strike or beastly strength but are dangerous to anything soft somewhere. With claws you get 1d4 damage per strike. Your strikes also inflict bleed if they crit.

Claws, however, give you a -2 penalty to handling controls, generally messing up fine manipulation(throwing knives or fixing something)

+2 against unarmored targets.

halved against armor and machines.

note: claws very rarely, if ever, come out perfectly. They are normally mishaped, jutted out, odd in size from one another and simply have grown out a chunk of the hand rather being fine nimble, finger like constructs. Your claws could of even be jutting out of your forearm or wrist. None the less, they still cripple your fingers fine motor skills.

Mace (need claws)

A progressive mutation of claws. Your entire hand, if you even hand one, has turned into a malshaped ball of slush with loads of oddly shaped spikes sprouting out of it. Only affects one hand, can be bought twice.

Each strike deals 1d6 bashing/peircing damage, and has a chance to bleed targets on crits. The mace renders you unable to do anything like fix machinery, sabotage, pick stuff up ectr if you have two. If you have one mace you have a -4 to all dexterity or hand based tasks.

Jutting Protusion

A large, single spike erupts from your body some place. It may be your arm, hand, shoulder, or even your chest. This thing forcefully sprouted from you like a cancerous spear, how it didn't kille you, you have no idea. It's at least 4 feet long and can't be retracted in anyway, while it dosen't hurt it make you supremely uncomfortable but acts as a powerful weapon when charging. Attempts to cut down the spear only results in whatever left of it bleeding profusely for hours as it grows back.

1d4 swung about or hit against an enemy without charging.

When charging at a target with at least 20 feet to begin a spring the spear does a 1d8 peircing damage on hit.

The charging spear on confirmed hit gets a reroll chance to crit.

The spear is a massive vantage point for enemies to grab you, giving them +4 to grapple against you.

The spear sheer size is cubersome and can make it hard to sneak.

Progressive Mutation

This perk uses up all your BODY POINTS.

What they did to you was strange, even you don't understand it, at first you were human. Relatively normal but as the months passed you changed more and more. Flesh overlaps, eyes sprout out, boils brew up, extra teeth, extra noises. So far they've all been useless but as you fight, as you adapt, as you excercise aggression you notice that your body follows suit. The body is willing, waiting, for you to reach out and strike your tormentors down. All you have to do is lead the charge.

Every 2 levels you get to pick a body mutations that is equal or under the cost of your LEVEL in BODY POINTS. This cannot be purchased with any other body mutations. You cannot tranfers body points over to mind or soul.

Glutonious Flesh

Your flesh quivers with anxiety at the next moment of punishment. Forever prepared for the next horror the factory will inflict upon it, if you didn't mind a nervous wreck then your skin did. It seems to always wobble like a thick overlay of jelly than skin. Sometimes even small things like bugs sink inside. Ugly...yes...useful...definitely. Knifes can get stuck and your skin quickly sticks back together.

+1 AC

Small Blades are HALVED against you.

You are now vulnerable to toxic attacks. Making you take half more in damage from them. You can't remove these threats from your skin without a bath or shower of some sort.

Rough Flesh

Your skin has turned to a leather like substance, hardening over itself into it almost cracks at the seams. What was once soft and smooth has numerous bobbles, rashes and gone sore from a constant irritating redness that spreads vicously from your elbows, knees and forehead. Some parts of your skin are dead black at the ridge, while painful to touch, they are nearly rock hard.

can't be bought with Glutoninous Flesh.

Gain 1 AC

Wart Wrappings

You're entire body is hidden by an overlay of pulsating, rubber like and bloated bubbles filled with an almost greenish, thick liquid. Sometimes when you move you can hear the waters inside swishing, despite how sensitve they may appear you feel very little if they are touched and it takes consistent force to break them. Your palms and feet are spared this fate, your face, sadly can't say the same. You have to pop the large, swelling ones around your eyes sometimes to stop from going blind. This hurts.

+1 AC

Bashing damage against you is HALVED

When moving about your warts make an audible sound of swishing and wobbling, making it easier for threats to detect you.

Your baubles give enemies a +2 for them to grapple you.

can't be bought with other skin choices

MIND

Growth

A large, abnormal lump of cracked flesh has started to sprout from your head. It seems pretty stable, sorrounded by some rubbery and tough, still substance although it sometimes it throbs against your skull with the force of a beating drum to a microphone. When you get upset you can feel a league of over sized veins bulge out from it to your forehead, allowing you to back others down with your abusive barking. Sometimes you even swear you can hear your own thoughts echo into the empty halls.

Your abusive screaming or angry shouts deal 1d4 psychich damage with a small chance to give your target mental maladies.

Psychic damage cannot be healed by most means, making it a safe way to assure punishment despite support.

It's extremely loud method of attack and will easily attract other nearby threats if you're not careful.

Eye Absorption

Your left or right eye has had a strange, squishy organ flood over it and slowly crush it into jelly. In reflections you can still see the remains of it squished between the mass of this organic sideshow that spewed out of your socket. Despite the loss of your eye you can still see. Sometimes the organs start pumping and you see weird echoes outlines of people in the distance with strange colors assigned to them.

You Gain Meat Sight

You must activate Meat Sight in order to use it, when doing so your organ will pump with a low audible beat to it. This hard to hear but can cause you great stress and has a chance to give you head aches if you use it too long or repeatedly.

When using Meat Sight you can see anything with an organic part to it, however, you can only percieve it's organic parts. A man-machine with a just brain it will appear like a floating brain. You use this to see past walls, doors and most forms of invisiblity.

-2 to hit with range due to loss of your eye.

Unzipped

A large chunk of your brain, or whateve consitute the mutated mess of your brain as crawled out of a large, gorey split in your forehead, exposing it to the air. Whatever discomfort you feel at having your brains feels the musky air is compensated for the shuddering jolts of electricity they produce when you concentrate.

You produce a RANGED 1d6 electrical attack at any target within 30 feet.

You must take a turn to charge up your attack, when hit you have a chance to have your concetration broken and have to charge up again. You always de-charge automatically if you don't attack every 3 turns.

Skull Casing

A large shell as overgrown your head and started to consume your face from up above. This shell could be a ripple of unctrolled, growing flesh, it could be dead, hardened chunk of brain gone grey to protect whats living within. It could be calcium. It barely avoids blinding you as it seeps around and slightly over your eyes. Since this growth you swear it vibrates when the factory speakers talk.

+2 to defend against stress based attacks and mental domination. Dosen't apply to PROCESSED characters.

When you are MIND DOMINATED you have a chance to reroll to break it with a -2 penalty.

Your head gets a +1 ac specifically when hit by anything.

This world is almost exactly like ours. Got the same issues, the same internet, same memes, same junk food and the same maps. Except there is one difference: The Factory. No one knows how it came to be, in the beginning it was just big industerial park in the middle of some worthless sack of land. But one day the local workers started acting strange and reclusive, then hostile and paranoid, then isolationist to the point they even rejected the internet.

Then they simply...went inside...never came out. Since then loads of attempts by military has tried to infiltrate the place. Each attempt has failed, urban explorers who enter might be lucky enough to upload a few videos of the outside location and then some gruesome screams before their stream is cut.

No swat, cop, solder nor specialized unit has returned and all considered are KIA. On 2015, a year into its strange happenings it was agreed by the american authority that the place would be thoroughly bomb to rubble after several people have been kidnapped and their remains found in the trash cans at the entrance.

The bombs were launched....but they never hit the factory. Where they went is anybodys guess. What is this place is a mystery and the area was closed off by military forces for observation. Yet people still disappear from streets like magic into its halls. And the number of victims had grown into the double digits nearing on three this year.

TL DR

it's like a dungeon crawl, but instead of a dungeon, it's a shithole

OOC:

This is going to be based on DnD. I don't really have a lot of experience in DnD, honestly. I've practiced one game, once, as dm. I figured might as well use a system some people know for this rather than a new one. For the most part I'll be translating anything from 5E to this game.

I haven't included soul, nor all the mind/mutation choices since this is just a taster.

I don't have a good track record with keeping to stuff, honestly. But I really want to break my inability to finish shit. Just a heads up to anyone that joins of my past record.

It's late and haven't slept in a while. Might be some blatant mistakes.

This will be a party of 4/possibly 6 players depending on things when it's up.

This is pretty much a dungeon crawler with blatantly self indulgent edgy and horror themes. So be ready for torture/gore fest themes in it.

I expect 2 paragraphs standard. You don't have to overproduce, although you won't lose any points for going above. Consistently posting below that will though.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Jameson

"Charmed...typical. Bet 10 gold they're all blokes"

Jameson snorted at the end with a glutinous withdrawal of whatever was bunging up his nose. The last goblet of wine looked like it was finally flushing him a little as his shadowry visage had bloomed into wider eyes and a resting grin. He hastily grappled a tart as soon as they landed on the table and moved it into his maws with the effiecency and speed of a lumber mill processing wood. For once, he swug his wine only with a splash instead of funneling it down. Leaving most of it untouched.

"Time for that later..." He muttered to himself, sagged with disapointment.

"It will be fiiine!..." He cheerily spilled over at Mirror, not holding back his volume and blatantly buzzing voice at her as he widely grinned and lifted his arms out wide. As if to welcome her into this dimension of confidence he was lounging in "Trust me. Old Jamey got a plan. We'll treat them so well, they'll think of more fondly of us than the local tavern wrecth from puberty...uh.." He broke off from the jeery, unhibited tone as he stopped himself from taking another swig of the goblet. Pushing it away.

He sniffed.

"Water, please" He hesitantly mumbled out to a servant with vague wave of his hand.

"Yeah. I got a plan that meets your demands. Going to need some supplies though. and...a personal favor. If you don't mind me telling you in private" He forced himself into a calmer state, one that obviously took some concentration as he rest his hands at the table and just talked plainly as he watch the water pour.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Jameson

Jameson plate was now scraped finely with a fork of any residue before the cuterly was abandoned on top of it. If he was full his face didn't show it, instead of a resting warmth that would follow the comfort of good food he was striken with a coiled frown. Adorned with more wrinkles on his forehead than a stressed, formal shirt "Gypsies..." He murmured out lowly in contemplation as he leaned on the dining table and let leathwrap head rest onto two straight fingers, prodding into it.

"I'm not really a fan of strange magics....and travelers always bring strange things with them...I mean....look at us..." He spoke it all with the hushed tone of someone in a trance before breaking off at the end with a whip of his eyes and purse of his lips. Swigging his wine. He stopped and looked into his drink then at Tae as she started to bloom in her face with each drink. Barely holding in a devilish grin as she lost her legs "I mean. It depends....on the reward....but yeah....I might know how to get rid of them."

Jameson peered out of the corner of his eye at granlow, his voice was calm but had the undeniable high hum kicking in it's covers that could only be assigned to someone purposely poorly hiding a self sastified idea. If his eyes twinking at him like a snake peering at a meal it just passed didn't give it away then the slight smirk barely being repressed did.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

The influx of food was quickly savaged by Jameson, he dug at the porridge like a miner looking for a legend of buried treasure. It didn't take long for him to take a good chunk of the roast with little shame nor demure to his swipes and stabs. He slunk off the scene with his food, using the rambling of Mirror to shovel his it inside with little breaks except to join in with a shamelessly vocal.

"Hear! Hear!"

He quickly coiled back over his meal again, poking at what little was left before muffling as she chewed "Oh, yeah. Great. The folks are insecure, with the boys out after bandits. So they stress drink, that means angry drunks. That means fights. So, I've had loads of work and loads of chance to drink too" He commented, half talking over the Tabaxi as she ruminated on whatever topic tantalized her. He was obviously concerned with his food as he took his fork to it like a scapel, looking for any meat left on the scattering of bones but made an poorly hidden, artifical effort to flicker his eyes up at her in interest.

"Hey. Mirror."

He intercepted a break in her speech as he shoveled a survivor of his plate purge into his still red jaws

"Who taught you to do this stuff?"

Hider

@Lauder

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Jamesons snorted the air with a long, sickly, slurp as he coiled his cheeks with a smug grin. The still leaking blood from the slowing tide of his missing tooth bubbled as he did.

"Yeah, sounds about right. It's what we used to do back at the tavern when we wanted to hire folks" He grinned sideways at Tae in reply.

He swallowed again as he simply stuffed the fine hankercheif into his pocket without a second thought. The elongated jaw line of his dropped further as suddenly wandered into the net of an eneveloping thought "Of course. When they said "no" we just charged them for the meal..." He fingers started to poke at the leather layer over his head, prodding it with the same timidness and intent as toes dipping in water in cautious prepartion to plunge within. The vacant stare on him into the firelight signaling his absence from the table.

"Uh, yeah." He stopped pressing against his coverings and turned curtly to the group "Jameson, by the way. I'm a...freelance..." He paused as he looked for a word "Ass kicker"

He gave up looking for a dingified term.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

@Mae

shit, sister, release the reason to our inveitable treason at any speed in which you need. I'm, motherfucking, more flowing in the wind than the gangly parts of a delirium old mans past sins.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

A thick scent of palpable blood and strong, bitter drinks emitted from the red stained chubby bumps of Jameson's padded armor. Even in thegaze of the cadle light the small, vague evidence of former brutality still muddied it all like dirty bed sheets in an unfortunate night. His face was dripping with an oily darkness that stubbornly clung to his face, leaving islands of near white, skin in the cadle light. What little of his cheeks had gone hollow, losing all fat to his long, pointy chin that almost melted off his face. The leather rag covering his right side of his head appeared chest nut brown in this open flame.

"I suggest you take some of it with you. I doubt there will be many repeat visits"

Jameson replied with a nod at the girl next to him. He was already laying out a napkin in a diamond shape, ready to be tied up with any excess grub, practicing pulling its fold as discrectly as he could but simply gave any attempt at secrecy shortly after "So, I'm an optimist. I'm calling it now, we're here to awared titles for our services..." He held up his hands to the other guests, looking about with a red grin, still filled with fluid escaping from one of the empty spots on his gums. His tone mocked the idea more than the absurdity of it alone.

He swallowed

"Any other theories?"

Curse of Strahd [5E]

shit, slap, my cylinders and, motherfucking, let the metal foot loose. I'm more into the horizion than a bird with a home troubles in the middle of winter for this dungeon of dice.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

Character

JAMESON HALLEYWAY

Age: 32 Sex: M Race: Human Level: 1 Background: Haunted One Alignment: Neutral Good

Class: Fighter

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Strength: 15 + 1 = 16

Constitution: 15 + 2 = 17

Dexterity: 15

Intelligence: 8

Wisdom: 8

Charisma: 10

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Known Languages: Common, undercommon, Deep Speech

Feats

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Tavern Brawler

Accustomed to rough-and-tumble fighting using whatever weapons happen to be at hand, you gain the following benefits:

Increase your Strength or Constitution score by 1, to a maximum of 20.
You are proficient with improvised weapons.
Your unarmed strikes use a d4 for damage.
When you hit a creature with an unarmed strike or an improvised weapon on your turn, you can use a bonus action to attempt to grapple the target. A grapple check is a Strength (Athletics) check contested by the target's Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (Acrobatics) check.
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Skills

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Atheletics + 2

Imtimidation + 2

Perception + 2

Profeciencies

Religion + 2

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Features:

Fighting Style = Defensive

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While you are wearing armor, you gain a +1 bonus to AC.
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Second Wind

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At first level, on your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.
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Starting Equipment

Wealth: 142 gp and 2 silver after initial expenses

Weight: 186.5 lbs out of 240

General Items

A Backpack. 2 GP 2 LB

Pouche Belt (6 pouches) 3 GP 3 LB

X10 empty liqour bottles. Corked. 20 GP 40 LB

X 25 corks. n/a listing

Bottle decorker. N/A listing

Chain(10 feet) 5 GP 10 lb

crowbar 2 GB 5 LB

Clothes, common(spare) 5 sp 3 LB

Bed Roll 1 GP 7 lb

Mess Kit 2 SP 1 LB

Lantern, hooded 5 GP 2 LB

rations x10 2 GP 20 LB

Mortar and Prestle (for crushing things tiny) N/A listing

Monster Kit: extra oil flask, crowbar. chest, a hammer, 3 wooden stakes, a holy symbol, flask of holy water, a set of manacles, a steel mirror, a tinderbox and three torches

TRINKET:

Brain Chunk: A small, hardened, shriveled up ball turned gray from its various a chemical process wrapped in a clothe. A sharp shard of glass is still lodged within it.

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Components

Spicy Powders x 10

Crushed Stinging Nettles x 10

Crushed Glass x10

[two of each are already put into the bottles and corked.]

Alchohol x 5

Lantern Oilx10 1 gp 10 lb

Equipment

Padded Armor [] Cost5gp []AC 11 + Dex modifier []Stealth:Disadvantage [] weight 8lbs

Net 1 gp — 3 lbs. Special, thrown (range 5/15) x 4

Dagger 2 gp 1d4 piercing 1 lbs. Finesse, light, thrown (range 20/60)

Sling 1 sp 1d4 bludgeoning — Ammunition (range 30/120)

Ammo (20) [common rocks]

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BackStory

A Bartender until he was glassed with a hefty bottle. By some strangeness, he awoke after being cared for by his younger sister. He recalls the clay and clammy grip of death and even his own family swore that for a few minutes he was icy cold and without breath.

He later on was ejected by his family business after years of his developing vicous temperament culminated in him striking his pregnant sister. Since then his wound has ached more frequently, followed by strange occurances and flash fevers of increasing length. Occasionally he will lose all warmth and stop breathing for long periods without notice.

Flaws:

I like people, people are why I become a bartender. But I get so angry when they let me down! [abusive]

It's like the blood near the scar gets all warm. Hardens to a stop. Each time, I wonder. Will it start moving again? [Thantophobia]

Ideals:

If I am going to hurt people, I'd rather it be the right people

I'm not living in the shadow of that bar forever. I'm going to climb someplace higher in this world

Bonds:

I've lost everything to that damn day. My family, my friends, my happiness. I won't succumb. I will find a way to survive!