DnD 5e "Wings of Chaos"

[redfang54]

(sword)2000 years ago, dragons dominated the skies. In constant battle with each other and all the rest of the worlds inhabitants. They became so powerful that the Gods had to intervene, for they were beginning to destroy all of their creation. (sword)


(dagger)The dragons proved to be a most formidable foe, proving to be stronger than the Gods had ever anticipated. The dragons tore the land and sky in the struggle with the gods. During the time of the dragons rule man created very powerful weapons to try to fight back against the dragons superior forces. (dagger)


(bronzeSword)War raged many years and the Gods were beginning to worry that they would be unsuccessful in fending off the draconic threat, making them desperate.They channeled their powers together to banish and seal the dragon's High Lords away into their own individual demiplanes, giving respite to the Prime Material Plane. (bronzeSword)


(scimitar)In the moments before sealing the dragons away they also destroyed the people who generated the weapons in an attempt to prevent them from becoming the threat that would replace the dragons. (scimitar)


(cutlass)The Gods proceeded to lock the dragons away, and in doing so put themselves in an imprisonment as well, unable to use the majority of their power for anything other than to hold the dragons in their interdimensional cages. (cutlass)

 

[redfang54]

(shield)(helmet)Starting Situation(helmet)(shield)


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The Gods have now been gone for 2000 years, longer then the oldest elves can remember. The only stories that are told now of the times when Gods ruled the lands are told only through the oldest of the old, who's parents told them, and their parents parents told them, other tells have turned into little more than bedtime stories to make children scared of "the Big Bad Dragon Lords". More stories still are seemingly forever lost in tomes long forgotten by society, never have been touched or looked at for as long as the ancient humanoid races got wiped from the world, though few know of that happening at this point either.


The world is still being revenged by constant wars and fighting. The current wars are very similar to the wars of old, but now instead of the dragons fighting everything, it is the disciples of the dragons, the dragonborn and those who get initiated into dragonblood, fighting to regain the dragon's superiority for their masters. Everyone, dragonblood, elves, dwarves, humans, literally everyone fights for the change to claim the (crown)Skytower(crown)!


(crown)The Skytower, a mysterious perplexity, a building of legend come to reality, but only sometimes. This building blinks in and out of exesstance at seemingly random points in time. Legend has it, anyone who can gain control of this tower will have the power to rule the world. This causes many wars, people fighting for the lands that the tower appears on to be the first to have a shot at claiming it.(crown)

On this day, as it has been for many years now there are battles going on, but through one way or another, each one of you have found out about a refugee camp that accepts your kind into their ranks. This refugee camp is in the mountainous NE region of this land. For some of you it may be less than a days travel, for others it may be up to a weeks time to get there. You all feel like this place would be your best bet to continue and advance your lives. Those looking for money see this as a place to go and exchange favors for monetary gains. Those looking for other people feel like maybe they would have left the area they were in for protection and this camp may have been seen as a refuge. Those looking for power figure that you could come here and test your skills along the way as well and hone them once there. This place is also very promising as someplace simply for protection and safety for those wishing for such and can be a place to protect the weaker if you needn't be protected yourself.


(if any of you care to already know each other, like the lot of Humans that we have, maybe some of you are from the same area or city. The Goliath and Minotaur may choose to know each other, you guys could have met since you both hail from generally the same area and met each other alone, the Goliath leaving his clan and the Minotaur trying to return to it but cant find it, just a thought though. The Hill Dwarf could really choose anyone, or no one to know if you wish, really up to you all, talk it over and work it out ( ))


(also I am up to suggestions so if you have a cool idea that you think could work and further the plot or your character PM me and lets talk about it!)

 

[creepingShade]

A great, hulking mass of shaggy fur sits off in the quietest spot he could find in the refugee camp, pouring a bowl of cheap stew down his throat. He exudes an intimidating presence and looks none too happy to have his meal bothered. Once he finishes, he tosses the bowl aside and stands up to survey the camp.


This camp was a just a place to stop to grab a hot meal and possibly ask for information about his people. So far he didn't have any leads on where his tribe might be, but that wasn't entirely unreasonable. They wandered, they didn't really have any destination. Hell, they could be a mile below the earth in some maze. There was that one guy that saw a roving band of minotaurs a year ago, but that trail would be cold by now. "Where to go, where to go... Maybe that one valley, way back they marked it as a safe place..."

 

[Orikanyo]

"...this... wasn't as I planned..." the woman stated as she picked up a spoonful of soup she had just bought, she bought it due to her stomach begging her to eat something while she was simply HOPEING that something that atleast tasted like it was concocted in a kitchen of some sort... the best around was a fire and a burly man who probably doesn't know the meaning of a bath... Staring down that the broth in her bowl, she weighed her possible out comes... it was cheap,hot, and her stomach needed SOMETHING... but... would this be her something? Could she wait for something better?


The necromancer braced herself for the worst as she put the spoonful in her mouth, eyes clenched shut and body bracing for the worst.... "...not... terrible.... But disappointing... To be expected I suppous..." she spoke to nobody in particular, her visage more of a lost puppy more then a noblewoman on a stroll, in truth she regretted her decision to find riches and power by means of an adventurer, but she also knew nothing came without abit of struggle.. or atleast thats what they say anyways. In truth she got enough by simply BEING there she figured going out and putting her magics to use would give her even greater returns! Appears not... or atleast not at this second.


Her eyes turned to the camp around her, perhaps she would find somebody to talk to, or perhaps gain a friend? Not likely, more likely to find a disposable wall of meat to keep around when needed... Like that bull man over there for example... no...no he doesn't look the talkative type... at all really, more looks like the kill you for trying to type... or atleast kill you with a stare... perhaps she could try it out and "grab the bull by the horns." She giggled slightly to herself as she popped out her diary to write that one down, under the cow jokes heading.. in truth there was quite a few.

 

[Steel Tiger]

Juno had began to head through the camp toward a quiet spot of which he had been earlier. Having looked around somewhat for people who knew of a few things they were searching for, including a specific target. That seemed to be the main reason for their presence inside the camp, although a slight nostalgia was comforting from the place. With the gathering of various people from various areas, there was bound to be a few people around to know something, though likely with a price for it. Such as a few favors, some of which he was able to do by persuading the cook to give Juno bread and actual meat unlike the regular stew of the area. He began eating the last of the bread and halfway through through the cooked meat before they came upon both a human and a Minotaur in one of the 'quiet spots'. Neither seemed to be talking much, especially not to each other so there wasn't much harm in just standing around and eating.

 

[GinjaGen]

The afternoon sun trickled through the waving leaves of the forest, casting moving and changing spots of light on the ... of the forest floor. Many a hunting or hiding animal would use this mottling of light and color to hide themselves. Many had been created to specifically blend in with their surroundings, or had developed over time to make it in the sometimes harsh world of the forest.


The small, rather dirty-looking dwarf sitting on a rock was not one of these well camouflaged creatures - at least not at the moment. Her bright almost glowing opal hair glimmered in the sunlight making her impossible to miss.


Tier took a swig of her water, replaced the waterskin, shifted her backpack and stood up.


She'd been travelling for a number of days, not really heading anywhere, and she was honestly getting sick of it. She was used to the nomad lifestyle - she had moved around for many years with her family - but it wasn't the same without the companionship.


For a moment Tier thought of her family, and wished they were there - she would snuggle against their warm fur during the cold nights, and run with full energy knowing they were running with her. It was weird to be alone for so long.


But she would have to get over her melancholy and general loneliness. It wouldn't do her any good.


A number of times as she she tromped through the woods she thought about potentially convincing some nearby animal to walk with her as she went along but decided against it. Most woodland creatures weren't too smart, and those that were weren't too talkative. She mostly just wished she had someone to talk to.


As if answering her wish, she suddenly became aware of voices up ahead.


Please don't be bandits. She thought to herself. She didn't really want to deal with that.


Luckily, as she got closer, she realized that it was a camp of some sort, and a smile quickly developed on her face. She entered the camp with the hope of food, rest, and maybe even friendship.

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

Ash had been used to being by himself for the longest time, no company, no friends, nothing, just the wilderness to keep him company, that is up until he saw a little camp off in the distance. "Oh joy, people." He said as he debated whether or not to join the people.


After a bit of careful debate he somehow came to the conclusion to join them "how did I come to this decision again, oh yea, supplies." He sighed and made his way towards the camp.


He had almost made it there quietly up until he smacked his head on a tree branch "oowwww" He said as he rubbed his face and made an obvious entrance, he never was really sneaky "oh, there's a few people here, better than none." He couldn't really hide at eight feet tall, unless you count trees. He sat own on the ground and waited to see what all was about to happen. 'People are some interesting creature' he thought.


(I was always terrible at entrances)

 

[Protagonist]

Aaron was in a tent at the refugee camp, at a wooden desk writing notes in some encrypted language.


He had been asked to visit this place. Places like this tended to attract all sorts of people, particularly people who knew things.


The message wan't particularly useful. In fact, he was messaging back that he hadn't found anything out about anyone, and was requesting a reassignment.


He was bored out of his mind.

 

[Jaye]

Nyssa

Health: 10/10

Race: Humanoid

Age: 24

Class: Rogue

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/300

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 13


Initiative: +2


Base Speed: 30ft


Background: Urchin


Eye Colour: Bright silver


Skin Tone: Dark topaz brown


Hair: Black, natural style


Body Type: Humanoid, lean, androgynous


Height: 5'11" (tall)


Weight: 208lbs (all bones and muscle)

(d20) Stats

Passive Wisdom: 11


Proficiency Bonus: +2


STR: 10 +0


DEX: 15 +4


CON: 14 +2


INT: 11 +2


WIS: 12 +1


CHA: 15 +2

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Common


» Theives' Cant


» Infernal


» Undercommon


+6 - Deception*


+4 - Acrobatics*, Slight of Hand*, Stealth*


+2 - Arcana, History, Intimidation, Investigation, Nature, Performance*, Persuasion*, Religion


+1 - Animal Handling, Insight, Medicine, Perception, Survival


+0 - Athletics


*Proficient in these skills


Proficiency: Thieves' Tools, Deception

(helmet) Armor

» Leather Armour

(sword) Weapons

(rapier) Rapier | +4 AB | 1d8; piercing


(dagger) Dagger | +4 AB | 1d8; piercing


(dagger) Dagger | +4 AB | 1d8; piercing

(chest) Equipment

» 'Fluffy' x1


» Thieves' Tools


» Bedroll


» Disguise Kit (see CS)

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Shiny pendant of a L.G. deity


» Crusty hunk of bread


» Slightly torn WANTED poster


» A few crumbs of cheese


» Glass marbles x3


» Tarnished token of a god


» Creased bits of paper (several)


» Old clover leaves


» Torn out paper reading;


"!!! 500gp REWARD !!!"


» Pickle, dried out


» Piece of jerky, small


» Embroidered hankerchief, soiled


» Now-brown petal x2


» Scrap of leather, bloodstained


» Small bell x5, wrapped in;


» Hunk of smelly wool


» Tooth, humanoid


» Mistletoe berries x8


» Pepper dust


» Bitumen stuck to an old cloth


» Candle stub

Xe had been at the refugee camp for a time already - having entered in a group of travellers and merchants from a nearby town. Xe had outstayed xer welcome in the town and had decided to move on, as the rogue always did. And this was a good place to come too - a place with plenty of people to deceive to various ends. A place to, maybe, get more skilled. A place to learn how one might overthrow a benevolent leadership.


Nyssa, as xe always introduced xemself, greeted the man at the common food pot; "Augustus! Staying hearty, yes?" and helped xemself to a wooden bowl of stew from the pot as the large man laughed in greeting. Xe twirled off and headed for a seat, sitting down gingerly as if sore. Xe paid little mind to whom else shared the bench and began to consume the thin stew with gusto. Free food was the best, after all.

 

[Protagonist]

Aaron finished writing his encrypted letter, and then folded it, wrote an address on it, and walked outside before handing it to someone on a horse. He then began to walk about the camp, to see if there was anything interesting in there. Surely, there would be something. Perhaps someone selling drinks or something?

 

[Primordial Primrose]

Astrianna

Health: 11/11

Race: Wood Elf

Age: 107

Class: Monk

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/300

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 19


Initiative: +5


Base Speed: 45ft


Background: Messenger


Eye Colour: Emerald


Skin Tone: Copper


Hair: Mahogany Braid


Body Type: Humanoid, Slim and Willowy


Height: 6'6" (tall)


Weight: 120 lbs

(d20) Stats

Passive Wisdom: 16


Proficiency Bonus: +2


STR: 15 +2


DEX: 20 +5


CON: 17 +3


INT: 16 +3


WIS: 19 +4


CHA: 10 +0

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Common


» Elven


» Dwarvish


» Draconic


» Celestial


+7 - Acrobatics*, Stealth*


+6 - Perception*


+5 - History*,Sleight of Hand


+4 - Animal Handling, Athletics*, Insight, Medicine, Survival


+3 - Arcana, Investigation, Nature, Religion


+0 - Deception, Intimidation, Performance, Persuasion


*Proficient in these skills


Proficiency: Thieves' Tools, Deception

(helmet) Armor

» None Equipped.

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(sword) Weapons

(rapier) Palm | +7 AB | 1d4+5; bludgeoning


(dagger) Longbow | +7 AB | 1d8+5; piercing


(dagger) Dart | +7 AB | 1d4+5; piercing

(chest) Equipment

» Dungeoneers Pack


» Explorers Pack


» Longbow + Arrows(20)


» Darts (10)

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Shiny pendant of a L.G. deity


» A bag full of cherry pits


» A Bit of stone which glows in the moonlight


» An insignia of rank


» Wealth (15)


» A scroll of martial arts


» "The fall of the stars"


» "The Meadow Dawn of Quenerill"


» "Laws and Traditions of Amastacia"


» Several pearl colored sashes

The crunching of leaves and dust underfoot bristled and cracked in the morning air. The otherwise silent footfalls belonged to Astrianna, now further from her home than she had been in her entire lifetime. She knew not the precise direction of where she went, but retained an instinctual feeling that she was going the right way. A feeling, almost like a tug in her gut, pulled her to the left. She obliged, and was relieved to see the hunters trap which she had just narrowly missed. Continuing to run, with only a few more curious changes in direction, she made her way onwards. Seeing a stack of smoke in the distance, She slowed her pace. Approximately 30 feet away, she hid herself from view to observe for a few minutes. A refugee camp. She marveled, realizing that it was to this place that she had been guided. Spotting a small bit of movement in the edge of her field of vision, she leapt and pushed downwards with a palm of iron. Her prey appeared to be a rabbit, for as her strike went wild, [dice]12544[/dice] a streak of white fled from her presence. Turning back to face the camp, she stepped out of her hiding place, knowing that whatever was here was more important than a missed rabbit. She entered, looking all around her to see what the camp had to offer. She could not see any fountains of knowledge, or even a scroll vender. Rather, she saw the tired refugees and a place where they gathered to eat. Entering this gathering, attempting to be inconspicuous, and ordered a soup. [dice]12545[/dice] She would likely be noticed by anyone with a good eye, but at least she would be less obvious than the minotaur sitting in the corner, or the woman giggling and writing something in a diary. To her right, a man talked familiarly with the soup vender. Attempting to get a glimpse of just what the woman was writing, she sat down across from her quietly, looking down at the soup to avoid the woman's gaze. [dice]12546[/dice] What she saw seemed to be a page regarding puns on... cows? What did that have to do with anything? She had to admit, however obscure, the jokes were in fact funny. The soup churned her stomach, but she began to eat anyway, smiling when she discovered that it was technically more flavorful than the broth which she had to eat as a part of her training. Spooning up a few more mouthfuls of the broth, she began to peruse the book, while really simply scanning the room with avid interest. [dice]12547[/dice] She realized that she had begun to stare at people, which attracted some attention. Blushing, she ate more soup and began to actually read from the book. (The Fall of the Stars, for those of you who need to know)