Fantasy The Weeping Goblin

[rosegoldfawn]

Always accepting new roleplayers for this traditional fantasy dungeon crawler!


What is The Weeping Goblin?


The Weeping Goblin is a quaint inn on the edge of a forest at the crossroads of three nations - River Kingdom, the Frost Tribal Lands, and the Gold Empire. The inn sees a lot of business due not only to its political geography, but because the forest itself was planted centuries ago by dwarves seeking to proteslect their numerous mines. Unfortunately, dragons killed them all, and while the forest grew back, the mines were left at the mercy of beasts.


The dragons were left alone for a while, considered mere nuisances for travelers who stepped off the path, but when an enterprising merchant of the River Kingdom invented a horn that put the dragons to sleep, it became quite easy to sneak in and take a fortune. Now everyone's dungeon crawling these days.




What are the rules?


A simple and traditional fantasy roleplay for any interested.  Create a character sheet and join the adventurers for the duration, or pop in for a few posts as an "NPC" to mess with the group as a surprise orc or dragon. Get tired of a character? Kill them off in a fight with a dragon and start again! The only rule is that you don't take yourself too seriously and post an average 1-3 paragraphs each.










Give me the character sheet!


Name:


Appearance:


Race:


Class:


Personality:


Biography:

 

[rosegoldfawn]

Name: Caliban


Appearance:





Race: Human


Class: Pirate


Personality: Outgoing and impulsive. Caliban likes to act first, think never. Because of this he tends to find himself in dangerous situations. Luckily he's good with a sword, but he's never fought something as dangerous as a dragon… yet he thinks he can anyway!,


Biography: A river pirate, Caliban has sailed the many rivers of the River Kingdom hoping to make a fortune, and then the ship he was working on sunk. Instead of finding another captain, he decided to make his way to the Weeping Goblin and join a group of adventurers into the mines to find his own fortune and buy his own ship. Too bad he doesn't have a dragon horn.




Caliban slammed his fist against the counter of the inn bar, alerting the attention of the bartender, who frowned at his forward behavior and sauntered over. "Can I help you sir?" he asked, eyeing the river pirate's ratty clothes and free smirk with distaste. "Another one of you lot, then?"


The bartender sighed dramatically. "Just yesterday a group of you adventurers went in without a horn and were chased clear into the Frost Tribal Lands. I think that dragon is still flying around, trying to eat any poor soul with a sword and a leather bag a little too big and a little too slack of coin."


The bartender reached for an empty glass and began to poor some whiskey. Caliban reached into his pocket and pulled out only lint.


"Sorry," Caliban said with an easy laugh. "Haven't made my fortune yet."


The bartender frowned and pointed towards the dark room behind him, gesturing for him to join the other adventurers seeking their own fortunes with empty pockets. Well, it was fair enough, Caliban decided. He needed to find someone with a dragon horn anyway.

 

[The Inkeeper]

Name: Brutus Black-Beard


 
Appearance: 7' 2", 260 lbs, Black beard-moustache combo, bald head


Race: Human


Class: Muscle Wizard


Personality: Of Lawful Good alignment, Brutus doesn't wish to cause trouble for any person who hasn't found trouble for themselves in life. He believes that the people who are able should help those who cannot help themselves. He is very friendly and pleasant, honest to a flaw, and honourable to the utmost degree. 


Biography: Not much is known about Brutus, but legends of his deeds do float through the wind from village to village. He is somewhat of a folklore legend, helping smaller towns with problems they have dealt with for years. Nomadic in his behaviour, he never stays in one plays for a long time, only bringing what he can carry on his back, and that is the few possessions he actually owns. Even so, he can often be found without boots, leaving them where he last slept. He has told his closer friends that he was once raised by monks, but was fascinated towards the arts of the arcane, rather than the patient Ki his own tribe taught. Other than this, not much is known about him.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             


Brutus burst through the door of his new-found resting place. 'The Weeping Goblin' may have been an odd name for an Inn, not as humorous as 'The Drumbling Stunk' he once knew and loved, but he was pleased to make new accommodations. The large man's bare-feet were covered in a thick layer of grime, dirt, and mud, and he scratched what he could off the bottom with his fingernail before entering the bar any further. Tossing the mud out the door, he delicately closed the door before turning around and passing his gaze over the dark room before him. He found the bartender pleasant looking enough, and waved before clumsily finding his way between the tables of the bar over to him.
 


"Hello, friend! I have heard quite the stories of dragons lying about nearby. I found it to be quite dangerous, for us AND the dragons - Ho, ho, ho!" He laughed a large hearty laugh that echoed around the room, reverbing off the walls. It was almost notably filled with magic. "I wished to know how I could go about finding them, and what you fine men have been doing about this problem. I apologize, friend, but I'm from distant lands, so I'm not familiar with your traditional dragon protocol."

He stopped himself from laughing once again before staring at the barkeep with a smile, accepting the drink that the bartender seemed to have already poured - perhaps just for him!

 

[DarkPanda]

Name: Vadoma


Appearance: 5'6, 122 lbs, red crimson hair, tanned with various black and dark brown markings all over her body.


Race: Human


Class: Gypsy seer


Personality: Vadoma is a mysterious woman who can see many things. She is kind, always willing to give fortunes and readings even for those that cannot pay. She is skilled in seduction, manipulation, and dance. A deeply passionate woman who cares way too quick about the people she meets. Because of this, she can be rather closed off when you first meet her. Motherly and generous with just enough snark and confidence to keep unwanted men away. 


Biography: Vadoma is a travelling gypsy, earning her keep with her fortunes, tarot, and palm readings. She is a seer who can see the future and far into the beyond. She has been wandering for most of her life. Never staying too long in one place so as not to get attached or taken advantage of. Along on her journeys, an old woman had paid her with a dragon horn, something Vadoma very nearly didn't accept. But that old woman insisted and that was why the gypsy was going to The Weeping Goblin. She couldn't very well get the fortune herself. She needed protection.