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It's a chilly autumn afternoon, with gloomy cotton colored clouds billowing in the heavens, blocking what precious sunlight the shortened day would allot to you. As the ocean breeze tickles your cheek, a chill runs down your spine and aggravates the blisters on your shoeless feet. You stand among a group of maybe 20 other children, all of whom were left orphaned by the siren's call. Your parents one day decided to walk toward the ocean. Those who were saved, ultimately were husks of their former selves, crying and frantically writhing toward the ocean. No one is quite sure what caused their madness. The only commonality is they were once adventurers, who mapped out the new world. However, times have grown grimmer since then, and all that energy and invigoration has turned into a country wide depression that threatens to swallow it whole.
Still, none of this applies to you children. You look up, to see your caretaker. He is outfitted in miltary garb and dulled platemail. Each step he takes clinks and clanks as he observes you. He stops every now and then, scratching his chin and making gruff grunting noises. His visage is scarred and wrinkly, but he's got a look of curiosity as he blinks his blue eyes at you. His beard is a faded orange and reeks of ale and fish. He burps and stands up straight, towering over you with an imposing shadow. Two townsgaurd stand at his flanks with spears at the ready. " Children, you have had your families taken from you and no next of kin wants the cursed and wretched amongst them, or so they say", he said while glaring at you. " But I see potential. You will all learn to be adventurers. You will find your own food, pay for your own costs, and work hard every day. I will help those only willing to help themselves". He said, while beginning to turn toward the manor house behind him. " So if you dont want to starve or be eaten by wolves...well you might be eaten, but be eaten without A FIGHT. make friends and come on in: you filthy children of the wretched". He grins at you, but it's playful. However there's a fire burning in his eyes. He was once a legendary adventurer and now he wishes to impart the basics unto you.
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This will be a DnD 5e campaign.
I will be making enemies that think and will use tactics.
I have a plot, but it won't be story driven until you guys pursue it.
Your first job is to create backstory that makes you friends with your fellow pcs.
Everyone starts at level 1. You're 8-12 years old for the first 4 levels.
other stuff
Roll for stats
You're half human.
Now tell me about yourself, if you're interested.
1. Do you want to write paragraph(1 minimum) responses or quicker 1-2 sentence responses?
2. If you are interested, what about this premise interests you?
3. What type of rper are you: Story driven, action combat lover, mystery? What gets ya going?
4. Yorgishmorgies applebottoms
Also a sample of my maps.
Zotar Felix
Still, none of this applies to you children. You look up, to see your caretaker. He is outfitted in miltary garb and dulled platemail. Each step he takes clinks and clanks as he observes you. He stops every now and then, scratching his chin and making gruff grunting noises. His visage is scarred and wrinkly, but he's got a look of curiosity as he blinks his blue eyes at you. His beard is a faded orange and reeks of ale and fish. He burps and stands up straight, towering over you with an imposing shadow. Two townsgaurd stand at his flanks with spears at the ready. " Children, you have had your families taken from you and no next of kin wants the cursed and wretched amongst them, or so they say", he said while glaring at you. " But I see potential. You will all learn to be adventurers. You will find your own food, pay for your own costs, and work hard every day. I will help those only willing to help themselves". He said, while beginning to turn toward the manor house behind him. " So if you dont want to starve or be eaten by wolves...well you might be eaten, but be eaten without A FIGHT. make friends and come on in: you filthy children of the wretched". He grins at you, but it's playful. However there's a fire burning in his eyes. He was once a legendary adventurer and now he wishes to impart the basics unto you.
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This will be a DnD 5e campaign.
I will be making enemies that think and will use tactics.
I have a plot, but it won't be story driven until you guys pursue it.
Your first job is to create backstory that makes you friends with your fellow pcs.
Everyone starts at level 1. You're 8-12 years old for the first 4 levels.
other stuff
Roll for stats
You're half human.
Now tell me about yourself, if you're interested.
1. Do you want to write paragraph(1 minimum) responses or quicker 1-2 sentence responses?
2. If you are interested, what about this premise interests you?
3. What type of rper are you: Story driven, action combat lover, mystery? What gets ya going?
4. Yorgishmorgies applebottoms
Also a sample of my maps.
Zotar Felix