Vertigo

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

Will be getting a post up this weekend. Insight check was a whopping 9 so it's safe to say Cedess is too distracted by the goblin in the corner to pay attention.

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

Cedess

Vampire(?) | Blood Cleric_^「lv5」| Noble | 30s?

Backstory: Hailing from the old and powerful Sanguieé family of vampires, the vampire known as Cedess is even more secretive about the details of his past — and especially the circumstances surrounding his transformation — than the rest of his kin. All that is known about him is that he has left his family's usual hunting grounds behind in search of something — or perhaps someone, and that unlike most of his kind, he is known to pray to a god; an unknown deity, whose holy symbol seems ancient beyond recognition.

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

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A vampire and werewolf (were-gobo) in the same party would be quite entertaining XD

@N3v3rM0r3

Very true, looking forward to it!

Daggerheart: The Witherwild

Welcome back!

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

@Vertigo I believe blood cleric is offical D&D content, albeit through CR. Let me try to find it and I'll get back with you on it.

EDIT: Found it pretty quickly. I think it will be ok for this. Did you have a deity in mind for this?

@Lurking Krog

Don't have a deity in mind yet, no, so I'm open to suggestions if you got any! Otherwise I shall be consulting Google once I get there.

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

Sheet is almost done (decided on the dhampir - let me know if Blood Cleric isn't allowed, and I'll switch over to Grave/Death), will finish picking spells and writing the backstory tomorrow.

An Idiot's Dungeon Union

So Rats were there too. Had been, in fact, since the beginning.

They had introduced themselves, each in turn, with an identical — and very much inaudible — squeak, then deliberated at length on what name to suggest. Alas, the decision had proven too impactful, its consequences too far-reaching for them to agree upon a suggestion. Which technically shouldn't have been possible, since they shared one mind and therefore had to, by definition, agree on everything.

Anyway, they were fine with Kleine, even though she was actually pretty big, and not little at all.

Then the dungeon had been penetrated by its first intruder, and Rats had proven themselves vital in its defeat. While the others, the big, loud, silly ones had provided a distraction, Rats had sneaked past and taken care of the source of the adventurer's power. The one thing all living beings* (_{*some Eldritch horrors notwithstanding}) needed. Their sustenance, the fuel with which their bodies ran: food.

The adventurer, for all its sword-wielding prowess, had been careless; ever since it entered the dungeon, its pockets had leaked tiny, golden specs of precious food (bread crumbs), with it being none the wiser. There they lay scattered, left on the dungeon floor for anyone to steal, should they have the courage to do so. And then, without food, how could the adventurer expect to go far at all?

Thankfully, Rats were pretty courageous — at least when it came to food — and had thus decided to take it upon themselves to brave the many dangers standing between them and the very first meal in their very short lives. Among the hazards Rats had faced on the way were slimy slippery stuff (grease), slimy sticky stuff (glue), and the many swinging weapons and limbs of their companions.

Also a big rock; it almost got Steve.

Now, with the adventurer and its food supplies vanquished, Rats made their way back to the others, unified, proud, and — honestly,
pretty much just as hungry as they had been before.

So, clever and solution-oriented rodents as they were, they quickly scurried over to the one that called itself the Oracle and could make stuff appear out of nowhere. Seeing as it seemed busy with moving stuff around far above where Rats could actually reach, they piled atop each other into one big Leaning Tower of Rat, squeaking and waving their tiny arms frantically in hopes of entering its field of vision.

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

Gotcha! Now to just decide who'd be a better fit: a pompous vampire dhampir Blood Cleric wrinkling his nose at the way the game is ran, or a righteous Light Cleric trying to purge evil from this world. First would be a more tongue-in-cheekish angle, second more contemplative/serious.

A Most Dangerous Game (2014 5e D&D)

Alright, I will be working on getting the first post up sometime this weekend or next week.

If there are any others who are interested please feel free to drop a message here or send me a PM.

@Vertigo Just wanting to give you a ping and see if you are still interested.

@Lurking Krog

Still interested, aye! I'm catching up on my current rps first and then getting to work on that sheet. But yeah, do start without me if you can, should've probably said that even before I left so I don't keep y'all.

Daggerheart: The Witherwild

Capriccio wasn't sure where to direct his gaze as he listened in on the trio's conversation. Too much eye contact and he'd seem suspicious; too little, and it'd seem deliberate. Thankfully, none of the three seemed to be paying much attention to their surroundings, and the rest of the patrons seemed equally divided on how openly they wanted to be listening in.

What Capriccio heard didn't seem directly related to his interests per se, at least not at face value. But as was often the case, what piqued his curiosity in the end wasn't what was being said — but rather, what was left unsaid.

And to find out more about that, well, he figured it would likely require some intervention from yours truly. Or who he pretended to be, anyway.

With a purposeful clatter, Capriccio pushed himself off his bar stool and raised his drink high up in the air, all delighted smiles and excitement. "Ah, so it was you and yours we have to thank for bringing in that mighty specimen earlier today! I'll say, what a beast. I only managed a glimpse from afar and yet—!"

He'd come closer as he spoke, claiming a seat besides the dwarf, since the two on either side of Spix were already taken. He stared at the simiah as one might a celebrity, delighted to be so close to someone of note. Then he snapped out of it.

"Oops! Oh, do pardon me, I forget myself sometimes!" Capriccio laughed nervously, doing his best to appear sheepish, his tail curling awkwardly inward. He pressed a hand on his heart as both an apology and to herald an introduction. "I am Capriccio — a purveyor of stories, one might say, and something's telling me there's quite an exhilarating one behind that fierce battle scar in-the-making! Do tell; it's only right we get to appreciate the lengths you've gone to in order to bring food to the people!"

It was, clearly, not a topic the simiah wanted to discuss. But with all the eyes on him, Capriccio suspected he would have little choice. Oh, he would lie or at the very least exaggerate, for certain, but, hopefully, he would still talk. And unless the man was very adept at hiding the truth, Capriccio believed he'd be able to catch glimpses of it amidst the lies. Truth always lurked somewhere; in the things emphasized and the things not, in the pauses, the contradictions, the lapses of eye contact. He knew because he, too, had spent a long time patching his seams to keep the truth from leaking out.

Capriccio sipped his ale, tried not to wince at the taste, and kept smiling expectantly.