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Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Yes, I'll lead with Benny's help. Mostly because Im not huge on knowing all the lore myself, though I have been looking quite a bit up. It is a group so I am open to input from you and anyone else that happens to join, which is mainly why I thew up the things that me and benny had been discussing.
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

We're mostly in the Fourth Age and will be sticking to Middle-Earth it seems so Silmarillion aspects won't be really indulged as much. A basic understanding of the Lord of the Rings and the geography and such is necessary. I can RP out the main regions and hope others can help out where they may? There's always the tolkiengateway.net website for research and reading! Check it out.
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Gotta love tolkiengateway.net, actually have spent a bit of time there myself! Hopefully we can get some more people on here, but then again I suppose 3 people would be more than enough Alright, a few more questions, and don't mistake my inquisiveness for disinterest. So out of curiosity things like combat, with they be done in usual group to fashion or shall be have at least a primitive style of roll dice do a thing? And i suppose we can all wear multiple hats when it comes to antagonising our little fellowship, or is that hat already being worn?
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Combat I think we should discuss beforehand how we want to handle it. I for one have never played any tabletop roleplaying game or systems RP, so dice rolling is beyond me, though I'm willing to learn and try it out! As for playing the baddies, hell yes the more the better. Not like I can play a gang of 100 orcs all by myself or something
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

This is no rabble of mindless Orcs. These are the Uruk-hai, their armor thick and their shields broad... oh really? I for one really dont want to be bogged down by 1000 rolls, but on the other hand I do want there to be a chance of failure and screw up.. so i suppose discussion is the right way to go. and I dont know how experienced serenity is either. but as for me I am well versed in at least 3 versions of table top rpgs well enough to teach. I suppose another thing to discuss is tone? for the RP, are we going optimistic or grim dark.. I try and thread the needle between the two trying to go for the more sinister right around the corner kind of feel myself.
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

I suppose they wouldn't be mindless anymore since Melkor's back, the original dark lord. We won't get bogged down with overwhelming numbers either. I think an element of stealth will be necessary. The Prophecy states that Melkor will destroy the Sun and Moon. In this fantasy world, that obviously does not mean the entire solar system goes to shit without a Sun. The various pieces of the Sun will fall to the Earth and collapse the world in darkness, as I've suggested for a plot. Naturally, orcs and trolls benefit in this as well and will come out in strength. You wanted to know about the tone of the RP? I'd say grim and dark, bleak, and pessimistic. No Sun obviously is scary enough but evil and literally the devil returning is more than enough to shatter the morale of a lot of people. There is always the chance of failure and screw up. Our fellowship's purpose is to recover the pieces of the Sun, which they have to do in stealth, like I said. No armies or great wizards. Just elves, men, dwarves, and maybe a hobbit or something. I say their chances aren't that great but hey, they gots to do it.
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

I'm hoping to get a couple more players at least. But three to start isnt bad, and Im not opposed to people joining later on, should we decide to go ahead and start with just the three of us. And as Benny said, it would be a very dark and grim setting. There would be no good source of light. And evil things would take advantage. Im not experienced at all in using dice and not to keen on the idea, but if its what you guys are leaning towards I will give it a try, otherwise we could just discuss things and kinda plan out the scenes. Skype and discord are options for discussion if we need a quick chat and we're all online
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

This is quite an interesting idea. If you all are looking for a dwarf then I would be happy to play as one!
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

We would be happy to have a dwarf!
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Well then, I'd be happy to play as one! Considering this is in the Fourth Age, what dwarven realms are you planning on having around? The Iron Hills? Erebor? The Glittering Caves?
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Erebor and Moria was retaken by Durins Folk are what Ive found listed. Also here is a link for when you are ready to make a character profile
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Ok so, we have quite a few people signed up. So Im hoping to start in the next few days, once all the character profiles have been posted Does that sound good to everyone?
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Could I maybe join too? .. I was wondering if I could play an alien looking character, I was thinking of making a character like this -
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you can join, however we want to stick close to lore, so that kind of character probably wouldnt fit in very well
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

What about something like this maybe traveling through a jungle or forest or a somewhat swampy area
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

I dont think so, I want to just stick with the original races outlined in the books and lore. Sorry
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Hmm well Ill try to look for something that works
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

As long as its one of the races from lord of the rings, as well as fits with the current settingtime period, it wont be an issue
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Hmm could this be fine, was thinking of using this as maybe a skeletal dragon knight or maybe a skeletal dragon thats taken a form but can shift into its monster state, cause undead and dragon is a race in the series
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

Not to try an clip your creative wings or anything, but the world of middle earth is rather.. well mundane and the more.... Out there things that you are suggesting just wouldn't be there, middle earth is set as earth just some 6000 years ago in cannon, but it is still a complex place so if you need some help here is a link to the races of middle earth. though morgoth did have a penchant for creating monstrosities, they were all very firmly under his power, so I suppose with your last person if you wished not to be part of the fellowship but one of the Dark Legion then that might be something we could do provided you give a good enough pitch. But I would try and come up with a person for the fellowship as well.
Thread: Dagor Dagerath - OOC

I agree with Garrison. Your characters are just too out of place. Even the last one I think its too out there Im very firm on only using established races with no mutations or hybrids or added things.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

You can post characters, name, picture, backstory and a link to their myth weaver sheet here. For character creation all characters start at level 2, You are allowed one roll of the dice with 4d6 remove lowest. For information regarding the gods of this setting please PM me, as Ixalan has many gods outside of the faerun usual. You may pull from the core rule books, or the sword coast adventures book. Your starting equipment will be decided by your class, and background. Which should give you weapons, and 10 gold to your name You will also get one item of personal value, do not roll on the trinket list, create something from your backstory. In example I once made a bard, who carried with him a book of jokes his father wrote, he would pull it out and read from it for casting hideous laughter. In this story you are a refugee forced out of your native home, and going to the mainland for shelter and to find work with the promise of gold, and exploration. This item is the last thing you have that still holds the old country or your family life.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

How's this for crunch.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

Sharing my preliminary character sheet - will sort out some backstory, probably a pic too over the next couple of days. Voleen Graknar, Half-Orc Financial Redistributor. Voleen Graknar grew up alone. Most cities have a thriving underbelly, full of criminals and orphans, slavers and transients. Not so the City of Lights, where the streets were constantly clean, guards would patrol all areas of the city, and many people were far too fearful to ever leave their homes. It was to this bastion of unrelenting order and tyranny she was introduced. With the vampiric rulers holding everything in an iron grip, other races were obvious second-class citizens, without many of the privileges of their sanguinary conquerors. As her now long-forgotten parents lost their modest dwelling due to rampant tax increases in the sector, they were quickly taken off to one of the many labour camps for those who had lost everything. Their young, proud daughter however, stayed. In the Blue district, long ago quarantined due to a particularly virulent plague, she found the people who would teach her how the rest of the world worked. Unbeknownst to the city above ground, the tunnels deep below the city of lights were almost their own city in and of themselves. Farms, Housing, Entertainment, and Governance such as it was were mirrored in the darkness below the immaculate paved streets. She became a wanderer, learning from all who would teach her - the powers of blood, gold, and sex. The prostitutes, assassins and thieves would all scoff at her refusal to pick a single teacher, but she managed to thrive with the abilities of all three melding into a single cohesive whole - a lithe, seductive minx with an unassuming face, equally able to ambush a target, breeze out of a house with valuables, or convince her mark to give up the key to his mansion's back door. As she worked, and grew her meagre reputation in the City of Shadows, those on the surface did not rest and wait. In time, they grew weary of savages living out of their control - right underneath them. Spies and infiltrators were an ever more common sight in both mirrored streets. One last job was what it was - but bait was what it truly was. A precious magical gem, with a temporary subtle tracking arcana worked into the immensely valuable surface spelled the downfall of the underbelly. As the troops gradually and carefully worked their way past traps, guards and observers, slaughtering and stomping, exodus began. The denizens fled, but almost all of the exits were trapped. Some few had the sense to hide, and the most wily simply slipped out the same way the vampiric forces had entered. A new reign of tyranny was truly beginning. As the great fortress-walls of the harbour floated out of view of her trade-ship refuge, Voleen could only hope that there was nothing else she could have done to help.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

cute orc! i have saved that same picture somewhere!
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

Nalven Nalven's family are all mages of one form or another, at least they were before the plague took them. The disease spread quickly through his community wiping out whole families and leaving the region devastatingly underpopulated. While Nalven fully realized he was lucky to be alive that realization did nothing to alleviate the pain of losing everyone he loved. As he set about putting everyone's affairs in order, for in his society to leave something unfinished was a high taboo and the next of kin always did their best to complete any works of the deceased, Nalven came across the journal of his favorite uncle though this uncle too was dead it was not the plague that took him rather his body was shipped back from a far-off land after a failed attempt at bringing back some magical artifact. Putting aside the journal Nalven continued his work and inventoried the house but he could not keep his mind from going back to it. As the weeks passed and Nalven found less and less to keep himself busy he began to read the books his family had written, magical thesis', spells, and yes even journals. Nalven was trying to stave off the feelings of loneliness but nothing was really working, mostly because these were all finished works they highlighted the fact that the brilliant people he loved would never again contribute to the magical community. All these glorious things his family did were things to be proud of to be sure but Nalven could never feel closer to them because these things were something his family had set down and moved on from. His uncle's journal was the single difference in that regard, here is an unfinished work a black mark on his families honor. Nalven realized that no one in his family had completed what his uncle had set out to do for fear of leaving the family the same way his uncle had, work unfinished and greaving loved ones, but they had followed his footsteps a different way. There was no one left to greave and no new things left to complete it was time to set out and right a wrong that was too long left unfinished.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

Kataigda, The Storm Surge Kataigda is at once complex and simple. She is a friendly and mirthful woman.... even as she works to try and gut or impale you, charging forward into the fray. Then again, she has a more simple view of life then most of the more settled peoples, one less prone to moralistic and ethical moaning and disappointment, and one more in line with a wanderer and slayer. Instead, she lives from contract to contract, not caring overmuch about the future beyond the next fight, the next meal and the next fuck... and caring little of the past either, even as she keeps a small memento of her mother about her neck, the only bit of jewelry that she was able to save. Granted, as her finger may move across it, one of the reasons she does not sell it for more ale and whores is that it is all she has left of her family. If she gets drunk and randy enough, she would tell those interested, of the simple enough story of her Torc. Her father was a mercenary, much like herself, and her mother a smith from a well off family, one that saved and improved their fortunes, building on their ancestors foundation to leave future generations just a bit better off. Granted, that was on her mothers side. Her father on the other hand, well, he and his kin were raiders and fighters, placing their services to the highest bidder, not caring overmuch about who held their contract. And then, one day, her father saw her mother, and fell in love. This began a courtship, of attempts to impress and woo her and her family. It took a few years, but eventually, after making a promise-torc, to be placed around her mothers neck, well, they married. Not for too long, and that she was born a few months early may have had something to do with it. And yet, when she was about six, well, the comfortable younger years in the forge came to an end. It was nothing too unusual, just a army of orcs and goblins, surging forth again. Granted, the dragon was a touch unexpected, and the main reason things went to hell. The last she saw of her mother, was when she was bleeding out, smiling, and giving her hatchling the torc. From there, Kataigda would go on to follow in her fathers footsteps, and from there, her life is a blur of survival and combat. Granted, she has fought in several bands, from little things of survivors, to actual mercenary companies for a season or two, always before moving on. She has mainly fought on land, but has served about a ship or two. As for what takes her to the Ixalan Coast? Well, there may have been a drunken brawl that ended with a little nobleman dead. Which was a pity, as he looked like he would have been a good fuck.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

Tengee Almeena used to tell her daughter fanciful stories about her father. He was a bold explorer. He was a dashing warrior. He was a bold rake. He stole the heart of an ebony skinned princess from a foreign land and carried her off on his ship to a distant island. Even when he left Almeenato protect her from his foes? No, he died in battle with a dragon!--Almeena never felt the need to return to her home. Almeena's daughter Tengee grew up on the road on a large island. Her mocha complexionlike her mothers deep ebonywas exotic and lovely here. Almeena didn't hesitate to capitalize on their exotic appearance to draw attention to her two woman show. Tengee started off as a simple assistant, bringing her mother props or standing against a wall while her mother outlined her with knives. Over time she began to sing with her mother, play the flute, and eventually even dance. The calling of the bard was not Tengee's though. Her earliest memories involved playing in the woods beside the road, and watching from the low boughs of the trees while her mother juggled colorful balls for her. Over the years of her childhood, she stalked through trees, fished in tidal pools, hunted small game with her mother's crossbow. She learned to defend herself from bandtis with knives, clubs, and finally swords. Almeena had a recurring lover, an elf named Jeava. He taught Tengee what she hadn't learned herself of the ranger's art. Last year, Almeena took sick with a horrible fever and died. After the funeral, Tengee fled into the wilderness, taking nothing from her mother but her flute and the colorful juggling balls that had made her laugh as a child. When she emerged nine months later, Tengee was a true ranger, even able to call upon the gods of nature to grant her minor magic.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

Dreana Deana was born to a human tribe's leader and a sea elf mother's pact. As the seal between the two people, she grew up as a child mainly underwater with her mother, only leaving for her father's lands - more like ships - when she became older, and too big to have her half blood sustain her underwater indefinitely. She learned how to be a fighter, all the trade of the fishermen and seamen - and raiders of foreign ships and lands. Still, she remained the child of nature, and learned all that she could from the wise men, women, human, and sea elves. Dreana became a Druid in the Circle of the Coast from her human grandfather. Fought along her mer-people and got the teeth of a big shark as her druidic focus as part of her initiation. Got her tattoos the same time. Still has her shark-skin wooden shield too... Of course her human and elven tribe both got their own problems, and a great enemy - a warlord - acted against the land holdings of her fathers. Being pushed out into the sea, her mother's tribe tried to help them but it became evident that in doing so, they started to cause damage to their own underwater land. She refused to leave it happen, and tried to look for a solution. Her closest aquintaces among the humans perished when their ship was overrun by their enemies, when her parlay was broken, the raiders raping and pillaging the whole ship before sinking what remained. Only Deana survived because her sea elven ancestry. She has a piercing for every close family member who died that day - and who she have to avange. Finally both tribes sought out the closest pirate lord, Admiral Lannery Fin, and made a treaty. As the sign of honoring their treaty between humans and sea elves, it was Deana who got entrusted with the job of being the life- or treaty- long guest of the new friend. So, it is no surprise that she is asked to work for the man, presently as one of the crew of the ferry - as it is bringing in not only more money, but new people to get under the Admiral's purview.
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

Izel Summerwind character sheet A Half Orc Paladin Izel Summerwind doesnt actually remember where or when he was born, his age of 30 is an approximation and the only reason he has a name is because the name Izel Summerwind was carved into the head of his trusty maul. he sometimes gets flashes of memory from a place he cannot remember, his first solid memory was being found on the steps of a temple to Lathander with a large wound on the side of his head, multiple stab wounds, and no memory where he was taken care of by the priests and priestesses there until he recovered a few weeks later. his memory however never returned. nevertheless the people in the villages surrounding remembered his deeds, he had apparently been something of a hero, a peasant who had risen to officer ship within the lords army. something must have happened because the men who were supposedly under his command never came looking for him. after he had recovered but had no where else to go, he descided to pledge his sword, well maul to the god whose servants had saved him from certain death and so his path as a paladin of Lathander began.....
Thread: [DnD 5e] Ixalan Coast

It is now 9 o clock pacific time on tuesday november 7th, this thread is closed, and no future characters shall be allowed past this point until i have made a thread that re-opens game recruitment. thank you to those who have posted their character, backstory and image.
Thread: (5E) Den of the Slave Mother

OOC, feel free to ask whatever questions here! comments, general chatter, you know the drill. As of now you all have all your equipment, save any magical items your characters may or may not have had before hand feel free to toss me ideas for what you might have had and maybe you'll get them back eventually! you all feel quite hungry as well.
Thread: (5E) Den of the Slave Mother

KNOCK-KNOCK, as in the spell, to open locks and laches.... And two of it, without needing to touch the door...
Thread: (5E) Den of the Slave Mother

ahhh I didnt actually realize that they just tried to bust open the door. but glad this is finally getting going! I'm Excited!
Thread: (5E) Den of the Slave Mother

Just waiting on Alexis, also I just realised everyone is so tall XD Aasimar are suppose to be quite tall but she'll feel positively normal around them.
Thread: (5E) Den of the Slave Mother

I actually rolled for my height, 2d85'2 thank you pathfinder height chart!
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Go team giant!
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G.I. Ant!
Thread: Selections of Stories, Sin and Smut

And a bump, swapping out one idea for another.
Thread: Selections of Stories, Sin and Smut

Another day, another bump
Thread: Selections of Stories, Sin and Smut

Here we go, new update. Getting used to my new schedule so should be able to post again.
Thread: Selections of Stories, Sin and Smut

New bump
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Bumpity
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bump time
Thread: Supernatural Assassins [OOC]

For ideas, plot development, character development, and story changes.
Thread: Supernatural Assassins [OOC]

So, I decided give these three assassin groups official symbols. Burningguards Thunder of Devotion Chosen Discipline
Thread: The Damsel and the Outlaw (MisaLaVan&Bigbadvoodoodaddy)

Ella Hoffman was born April 5th 1864, she was born in a life of lexury. She was considers a beauty even as a child. Her long wavy blonde hair sat just above her hips, though she kept it in a bun all the time. She was only 5'2 and was skinny, after all a lady should never weight more then 100lbs. She didn't know much about her father business, again it wasn't lady's work. While she did her best to be a lady the one thing she had a provlem with was her mouth. She had earned a hit or two from taking back. Like most upper class girls she went to school to learn how to be a good house wife. As she walked toward home she was shocked when someone put a bag over her head. She let out a scream, and while she was sure people where around no one helped her. She was tied and put over a horse. Stop..... help she called. She felt her dress pool at her knees and feared someone would see her underwear as she was riden away from town. By the time the hood was removed, she was pissed. Her bright blue eyes held anger as she looked at the man before her. I have no idea who you are, or why the hell you would take me she snapped. Her eyes moved around the room How dare you tie me up like a big and lay me over a horse like that you ass