Vertigo

Fate/Something Or Other

Tentatively interested. Would Okita be allowed?

[GUTS+] You Awake in a Dark Room

Every bump against a wall was another bead of sweat on Duncan's brow. At one point, he wanted to just close his eyes and hope for the best. He'd done it on the court a few times; just closed his eyes and fired a Hail Mary shot when there was nothing left to lose. But more was at stake here than just a lost game, so he kept his eyes open and grit his teeth. Just a little more, and--

The truck crashed against the button, lighting it up with a promising glow. Duncan practically punched the air. "Hell yeah!"

At first, nothing happened. Duncan's momentary glee had already begun to give way to disappointment, when the wall next to them suddenly started to buzz. A moment later, the whole damn thing was gone altogether, replaced by a familiar sight. Duncan recognized the radio immediately. From somewhere next to him, he heard Pebs' nervous laugh.

In his case, the nervousness took the form of a scowl. "What the..."

It shouldn't have been possible. The way they'd traversed through the maze - it didn't align with this direction. Or at the very least, Duncan was pretty sure it didn't. He wasn't stupid, but he didn't exactly pride himself an expert on these things. The maze had been pretty disorienting - maybe he'd just gotten his directions mixed up.

Whatever the case, there was now a breeze blowing through the familiar hallway. And if Duncan had learnt anything from movies about people stuck in caves or collapsed buildings, a breeze was a good thing. It meant fresh air. It meant freedom.

Pebs didn't seem to think so. She was having what Duncan could only describe as a nervous breakdown, eyes darting from the map to the corridor, the room they occupied and the one they had come from. She was trembling, hands and voice and all, and Duncan quickly found himself worried. About their situation, yeah - but also more pressingly, about her.

“This… this is impossible, right?”

He didn't really have an answer. Not one that would calm her any, anyway.

"It-- should be," was all he could offer, Pebs' panic slowly seeping into his mind as well. She was the one that had the map - the one that was good with directions. If she was this messed up over what happened, then... was it really something he could just... ignore?

No, no, shit, he couldn't let himself panic too. He was supposed to be the level-headed one right now.

"Look, Pebs," he grabbed her by the shoulders, firmly enough to hold her in place, carefully enough not to hurt her. His back was bent to keep their eyes on the same level as hers. "Listen. You gotta calm down, a'ight? I need you all focused. We can worry about the possible and the impossible later. Yeah, we're back here, but-- it's not like we're stuck. You feel it too, right? The breeze. That's gotta be a good thing." It had to be, because it was the only thing they could still cling to. "If we find its source, we can get out. One hundred percent. Trust me. Just a little more, and you can get your pony and I'll-- I'll get my dream car. We'll find a way."

^{@Typical, @Alamantus}

Ravenloft, The Curse of Strahd.

I'm afraid I have to back out. I'm currently in a traditional, weekly CoS campaign, and seeing that the opening post contains a lot of information not yet known by our party even at the point where we are at-- I fear that continuing with this would spoil the exploration aspect of the regular campaign. I avoided reading parts of the OP for that reason, and that cannot bode well.

This is totally my bad, I should've taken that into account sooner.

I wish you luck, hope you have fun!

Ravenloft, The Curse of Strahd Von Zarovich.

Interested!

City in the Dark - An Urban Shadows RP

Could I grab Tainted?

Urban Shadows - an urban fantasy, creature of the night RPG

Definitely interested!

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝕯𝖊𝖜𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕

HP 03/09 ❧ Speed 30
AC 13 ❧ DC 12
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Even through the music, Leanna could hear something approach. It was a buzzing sound, reminiscent of a large insect - and it didn't take her long to deduce its source. She stopped playing, hugging the lute to her chest. Perhaps, just perhaps, its wooden frame would help muffle the vehement beat of her heart.

It did not. An instant later, one of the flying creatures she'd seen earlier emerged from behind the table. It thrust towards her, and Leanna could do little but raise an arm to try and protect her face and neck.

She felt it puncture her arm, attaching itself firmly to her flesh. Leanna screamed, adrenaline gushing through her bleeding body as newfound fear seeped into her conscience. She could feel her strength draining, a sudden dizziness clouding her vision. She'd never been hurt before - not to this extent, not so suddenly. Would she... die? Already? No, no she could not let that--

From the corner of her eye, she saw someone move. It was the woman she'd seen earlier, though the feline that had accompanied her was nowhere to be found. Leanna caught a glimpse of an icy glow. A cool breeze brushed past her, pulling at all the little hairs on her arm. And then suddenly, she felt a huge weight fall off her arm. Something hit the floor. The creature was dead.

"Thank you... thank you," Leanna breathed out, still half adaze. She had no idea whether she'd spoken loudly enough for the woman to hear, but the bard gave her a glance that conveyed her relief well enough. Her arm stung, but Leanna refused to look at it. She didn't want to see the damage done. There were others caught in a fight with the monsters still. She'd been saved - the least she could do was return the favour in kind.

Leanna stood shakily, taking in the battlefield behind her. She noted each and every monster in particular, and quickly realized how many of them there were. Three men were caught in the middle of it all, two of them quite injured.

"Be not afraid! You're not alone," she shouted to the tiefling, who seemed quite intent on carrying on the fight. Her words were accompanied with a little tune and a dash of magic. Hopefully, that would rejuvenate him a little.

With that, she balanced her lute against her injured arm and played another note, eyes focused on a spot near the door. It was a somber, slow tune; a lullaby, if you will.

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spells & turn details

Spells:
❧ Cantrips: Prestidigitation, Mage Hand
❧ 1st level (0/2): Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Sleep, Healing Word
❧ Bardic Inspiration (1/2)

Turn Summary:
❧ Leanna uses Healing Word on Atone, restoring 6 HP.
❧ Leanna casts Sleep on 1M, affecting all creatures in a 30 foot radius within a 28 HP pool (stirges in 4I & all three in 4K).

Next up: @decker219

|- тнe ғood ĸιngdoмѕ: Episode One: The Masquerade -| (reboot)

I missed this last time due to time constraints, but interested in trying again! Definitely planning to make a survivor of the Dairy Kingdom, a girl who believes in the rumours/conspiracies about what led her people to ruin. She's trying to find answers, not knowing that there aren't really any to be found.

For a second character, I was thinking of making one of the Fruit Kingdom's princes - preferably one of two eldest ones, meaning he'd also be a general. But I wanted to check if that'd be alright first!

Acquistions Incorporated [D&D 5e]

Here we go! I got a few different pictures saved for when her appearance gradually changes. Had a hard time deciding which look to go first... but this is suitably goblin-like, since she's still a small sized creature and all.

Garnet, Verdan Cleric

Garnet Ironhearth

Forge Cleric^「lv1」| Verdan | True Neutral | Rival Intern

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Combat Stats

Armor Class: 16 (17 with shield)
Initiative: -1
Hit Points: 11 ^[1d8]
Speed: 30 feet

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General Stats

Strength 15 ^[+2]
Dexterity 8 ^[-1]
Constitution 16 ^[+3]
Intelligence 8 ^[-1]
Wisdom 15 ^[+2]
Charisma 10 ^[±0]

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Proficiencies

Proficiency Bonus: +2
Passive Perception: 10
Proficient Saving Throws: Wisdom, Charisma
Proficient Skills: Perception, History, Investigation, Medicine, Insight
Proficient Weapons: All simple weapons
Proficient Armor: Light armor, medium armor, shields, heavy armor
Other Proficiencies: Smith's tools, mason's tools
Languages: Common, Goblin, Dwarven, Elven

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Attacks & Spellcasting

Spell save DC 12
Spell Attack modifier 4

Mace | +4 | 1d6+2 Bludgeoning
Greatclub | +4 | 1d8+2 Bludgeoning

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Features

Inside Informant^{「rival intern」} You have connections to your previous employer or other groups you dealt with during your previous employment. You can communicate with your contacts. gaining information at the DM’s discretion.

Limited Telepathy^「verdan」 You can telepathically speak to any creature you can see within 30 feet of you. You don’t need to share a language with the creature for it to understand your telepathy, but it must be able to understand at least one language. This process of communication is slow and limited, allowing you to transmit and receive only simple ideas and straightforward concepts.

Persuasive^「verdan」 Your people’s lack of history makes you trustworthy and humble. You have proficiency in the Persuasion skill.

Telepathic Insight^「verdan」 Your mind’s connection to the world around you strengthens your will. You have advantage on all Wisdom and Charisma saving throws.

Black Blood Healing^「verdan」 The black blood that is a sign of your people’s connection to That-Which-Endures boosts your natural healing. When you roll a 1 or 2 on any Hit Die you spend at the end of a short rest, you can reroll the die and must use the new roll.

Blessing of the Forge^{「forge cleric」} At 1st level, you gain the ability to imbue magic into a weapon or armor. At the end of a long rest, you can touch one non-magical object that is a suit of armor or a simple or martial weapon. Until the end of your next long rest or until you die, the object becomes a magic item, granting a +1 bonus to AC if it’s armor or a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls if it’s a weapon. Once you use this feature, you can’t use it again until you finish a long rest.

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Spells

Cantrips (3): Guidance, Word of Radiance, Thaumaturgy
1st level (3 + 2*): Cure Wounds, Inflict Wounds, Command, *Identify, *Searing Smite

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Personality

Personality Traits

My previous employer didn’t respect me, and now I’ll do whatever I can to gain respect.
I am tolerant of other faiths and respect the worship of other gods.
I'm confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others.
I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done.

Ideals

Justice. I can’t stand people being treated unjustly. I do whatever it takes to stop injustice and those who flout the law.
Aspiration. I seek to prove my self worthy of my god's favor by matching my actions against
his or her teachings.
Charity. I distribute money I acquire to the people who really need it.
Independence. I must prove that I can handle myself without the coddling of my family.

Bonds

My family, clan, or tribe is the most important thing in my life, even when they are far
from me.
I owe a debt I can never repay to the person who took pity on me.
The workshop where I learned my trade is the most important place in the world to me.
My past mistakes cost someone else dearly. I have to rectify that.

Flaws

My piety sometimes leads me to blindly trust those that profess faith in my god.
I am too enamored of ale, wine, and other intoxicants.
There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.
I hide a truly scandalous secret that could ruin my family forever.

History

Chaos; for as long as Garnet can remember, her existence has been governed by it.

Crafs was born a goblin, far from the luxuries of civilization, further yet from the services of Forgotten Realms' many organizations. For the longest time, all she knew was conflict and hunger. Families being torn apart by bursts of violence, siblings fighting over scraps, friends stabbing each other in the back come the first opportunity. Of course, Crafs was no different; she owed her continued existence to the conflicts, always managing to claw her way out a victor - or, at the very least, a survivor.

Then, one day, she came to know real chaos. To this day, she isn't sure what happened - but she knows exactly what happened after. She woke as a different person - a different creature, one that did not recognize the place she used to call home. Her tribesmen were alien to her as much as she was alien to them, and before she knew it, she had fled in terror.

Confused, alone and still unfamiliar with her new form, she found herself in the territory of a dwarven clan. While there, exhaustion claimed her. Had it not been for the kindness of an elderly dwarven couple, she would've likely succumbed to the elements. As things were, not only was she rescued, she was given a chance at a new life. The couple had no children of their own, and they were eager to adopt the wandering child as their own. They did ask questions - but upon noticing how scared she was to answer them, they pressed her no longer.

"Garnet", as she came to be known, was brought up as a dwarf. A... strangely green dwarf, with pointy ears and telepathic powers, who was prone to bursts of almost savage behaviour at times. But her parents stuck by her, and did their best to quell her worries. Garnet never told them that at times, she remembered her previous life - and all the bad things she did as a goblin, however. Instead, she sought redemption her own way - she came to revere Moradin, and whether on purpose or not, came to adapt some of the most fundamental dwarven traits: sense of justice, loyalty, and... well, stubbornness. She learnt the art of the forge from her father, and the art of the axe from her mother, and promised never to misuse either gift.

But though her life was good, Garnet felt as though she couldn't stay in the remote dwarven city forever. Her parents had raised her to be hardworking and ambitious, and so when she realized money was becoming tight, she offered to go earn her own fortune out in the world. She promised to send home both letters and gold alike, and that she would come visit whenever able - with tales of her adventures in tow.

The first employer she found was less than ideal. They were more interested in making a profit from Garnet's peculiar origins and telepathic ability than they were in respecting her as an employee and a smith - and it drove Garnet to anger. An altercation ensued, and at the end of it, she walked out. Hopefully, Acquisitions Incorporated would be a better match for her.

If not, well, there were plenty of fish in the sea - or rocks on a mountain, as her mother used to say.

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Equipment

PP 0 | GP 10 | EP 0 | SP 0 | CP 0 |

⇴ Mace
⇴ Greatclub
⇴ Chain Mail
⇴ Shield
⇴ Holy Symbol
⇴ Explorer's pack

⇴ Backpack
⇴ Bedroll
⇴ Mess kit
⇴ Tinderbox
⇴ 10 torches
⇴ 10 days of Rations
⇴ Waterskin
⇴ 50 feet of Hempen rope

⇴ Ledger from previous employer containing a small piece of useful information
⇴ Set of fine clothes
⇴ Smith's tools

Acquistions Incorporated [D&D 5e]

I've been a bit MIA this week due to work stuff, but the sheet is coming along nicely in general! I did notice, though, that I apparently chose the worst class option for a Verdan >> The Verdan race itself gives proficiency with wisdom and charisma saving throws - but Cleric already has both of those. Rip.

Still trying to decide on a background as well. I'm definitely going to use one of the new options!