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Topic: Any Interest? 5e Homebrew world, dark and creepy adventures await!
Subject: Any Interest? 5e Homebrew world, dark and creepy adventures await!
Hello!
I was wondering, does anyone have an interest in playing in a 5e adventure, set in my homebrew world, with dark/horror themes? I'm looking for 4 players, descriptive and detailed posts 1x week, using only PHB races/classes. Please, no Evil alignments unless you can convince me it could work in a party of heroes. Let's work together on your backstory, since the world we'll be playing in is large and some races are only found in certain areas.
Please note, casters in this world are required to register with a specific organization, but there are unregistered caster running loose - but most are in hiding. Do not let this stop you from choosing a caster!
I'm hoping for an April 1st start, and there would be a Q&A section for all the world lore you'd need, including maps, common knoweledge, and a record of side quests and major notes, etc.
Interested?
Additional Info:
- Characters all start at Level 1.
- XP leveling
- Bonus XP awarded for excellent posts, RP, uncovering secrets, etc.
- PHB races/classes only
In the once tiny hamlet of Ghostwood, now a thriving city at the base of the Gravespeaks, the number of missing rises with each passing season. What's really happening in Ghostwood?
Posted on 2018-03-04 at 19:57:21.
Edited on 2018-03-05 at 22:57:09 by Lady Dark
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Feral Cats
Hesitating, the dark-skinned tailor rapidly blinks as he looks down at the mishappen mass of coins in her hands. As though his head is on a spring, his long face bounces back up to look her in the eye. “Ya be a runaway slave! Where’d ya git the money, girl? Did ya steal it from yer massa?”
His hand drops to the cutting knife tucked into a pouch on his apron. “I’ll no’ be accused o’ ‘elpin’ ya escape. Jus’ do wha’s bes’ fer ya, girl, an’ stay put ‘til yer massa comes lookin’.”
Maggie blinks twice, quickly, and the deception passes from her face, replaced by fire and fury. She stares at him, her body visibly adjusting to the loss of the runaway slave girl routine, taking back her full height. She drops the collection of coins into the coinpurse and sighs. Her right hand slips behind her, beneath her coat, and she draws one of her blades.
"Now, ye best be rethinkin that particular course of action, me dearie, or bolts o' fine silk ain't the only thing getting cut in here. Ye damned bloody fool!" She hisses. "I sure as fire ain't no man's property. By the seas, ye could have had yerself a tindy little sum if ye'd just bloody helped me! But ye've found me in a generous mood today. Ten gold, for a scrap of a dress and an ugly bonnett, and you can walk wi' yer head held high knownin ye've saved a life today. And not just yer own."
She pauses, and her mouth twists into a grin find me of malicious fury and a little bit of joy. Not her fault she takes so to the life of violence that comes with her chosen profession. Raising the blade between them she gestures to the dresses.
"Now give me a damned dress, you rotten old man, so we can both be about our important business."
Posted on 2018-02-24 at 14:06:21.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Wheaton's Curse strikes again
I told you about those dice and me! And I didn't want to kill this old dude, but now I kind of really do.
Posted on 2018-02-18 at 20:07:22.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: And the Oscar goes to.....
While waiting for the shopkeep, she browses the clothes, looking for something simple and basic, something a servant girl would wear, maybe with an apron. Her story forms as she touches the fabrics. She just hopes she can be convincing enough, or that her gold would, at the very least, be. Offerings at the front of the shop are definitely for the more discerning individuals and it is about two thirds of the way back down the narrow showroom floor, stifling with the heat, that the first mate finds the assortment of skirts, blouses, and aprons she's looking for.
"Can I, help, you?" A thickly accented and deep voice draws Maggie's attention away from the fabrics to the back of the store where a thin black man has emerged wearing an apron of tanned leather with many pockets across the front. The Cole girl cannot place his accent and it is difficult to understand what he's saying, but she can surmise.
Maggie finds his eyes and manages to look as awkward and nervous as she can, which isn't that hard with the threat of the law weighing on her as it is, and smiles. "Oh, 'ullo there, I be hopin ye can help me? See, I be in a bit o' ... i need a dress, ye see. Nothin' fancy, i don't have 'nuff coin for the pretties..." She lets her words trail off, and shifts her weight from one foot to another in feigned anxiousness.
Blinking large bloodshot eyes in dismay at what's standing before him, the fellow attempts to pull himself together enough to reply, "The masta o' the store be at a fittin' bu' he no be objectin' t' me makin' a sale, I t'inks. Tell me miss, where be ya from tha' ya don' ‘ave proper clothes?"
She lets a sadness pass over her face for a moment. "From far away, an not here o' my own choice, tell ye true," she sighs. "And Master only gimme these and it ain't right nor proper I be forced to walk aroun' like a man, and" she stops, as if she's about to cry, and pies at her eyes with a slight turn of her head.
"I be happy t' give every last coin o' mine if you can find me a simple thing, and a bonnet. Master says me hair is a touch o' th devil hisself, and hates t' look at it, but his missus likes to brush it so he won't cut it. a bonnet'll lemme hide it, an maybe I can keep'm both happy so I won't get no more lashin's, right?"
The will to live, she finds, is stronger than her need to be free in action and clothing, and she'll suck it up enough to put on a damned dress if it keeps her out of the hands of the law. Because she knows, if they find her, it wouldn't be long before they found the rest of the crew of the Dog, and then her sister would just nag her to their deaths behind cold iron bars.
To turn him more to her favor, she pulls out her coins and holds them in her cupped hands, all of them, and hold them out to him. "Please, sir? Will ye help me? I can't stands no more lashin's."
Posted on 2018-02-16 at 09:32:35.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: ugh
Aaaaaaand my post got eaten. I'll get it back up in a few here.
Posted on 2018-02-16 at 09:09:52.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Wake up, Maggie....
I should have a post up tonight too! YAY FOR WORDS!
Posted on 2018-02-15 at 14:06:40.
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Topic: An old face returns?
Subject: Whooop whoooop!
Welcome back! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Posted on 2018-02-11 at 11:42:34.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Aw snap
As she slowed her pace and walked towards what she could only hope was somewhere safer, she passed her keen sharp eyes over the facade of every building, every bit of brick and stone and glass, looking for something, anything, that might help her out of her current situation. She could only guess that some of these were houses, and of a classier sort than she'd ever had, or ever would. Not that she wanted it, per se, but for a single brief moment she wondered what her life would be like if all she had to sorry about was whether her tea would be served hot enough. And as soon as the thought came, it left with a wrinkle of her nose and a snort of derisive laughter. Let the soft frilly ladies with more stuffing than stuff in their heads have that life. She had better things to do...
Like get to Crowe, and back to the ship, and out of this bloody mess.
The abandoned building would be good enough to hide in, but she was nowhere near ready to hide like a frightened rabbit. And it looked more like it'd fall in on her and hide her bones under a pile of rubble, rather than keep her safe. No, she'd pass on that, thank you.
When her eyes lit on the dressmaker's shop, her stomach knotted and roiled. But, she mused, it might be just the thing she needed...
Maggie made her way with purpose to the door and sucked in a deep breath before trying the door. Already her body stiffened, her face softened, and she carried herself as if ...
She glanced around to see if the shopkeep was available and took a breath, reached into her coin purse. The feel of the coins in her hand. After all, everyone spoke that language when it came down to it.
While waiting for the shop keep, she browsed the clothes, looking for something simple and basic, something a servant girl would wear, maybe with an apron. Her story formed as she touched the fabrics. She just hoped she could be convincing enough. Or that her gold would, at the very least.
Posted on 2018-02-09 at 10:50:45.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Lost!
Okay, so Maggie is lost and trying to find Crowe. What are the buildings she's walking past? Are any of them clothing stores? Either mens or ladies? or any place where the shopkeepers wear a uniform?
I have some ideas but they all hinge on these answers....
Posted on 2018-02-05 at 17:08:32.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Damn you, Dice Gods!
Honestly, get used to seeing that because when the Dice Gods hear it as to do with me, the always just snicker and forsake me. I have the Wil Wheaton curse, I swear.
Posted on 2018-01-29 at 00:31:01.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon
Subject: Hellfire and Fury
As they move, the scene plays back in her mind, and catches on the moment the blade pushes through him, repeating that moment again and again, and she snorts derisively at the mental movie. Over all this, the understanding that Anna won't be happy when she hears, and the sudden flash of concern that she may have set a ting in motion that may come back to f*** them all. It all depends, she muses, on whose men those were she'd taken out. Bloody hell, she sighs, and keeps her feet moving as she tries to push all these thoughts from her head, for none of them serve any useful purpose and only clutter her and distract. And a distraction can get her killed, by rack or by rope. And she has no desire foreiter, tell you true.
Maggie watches the passing scenery as they move, and barely registers the new presence to her little escape party till he speaks, and it makes her eyes roll so hard she gives the briefest of pauses. "F***in' c**ts," she mutters under her breath as she wheels round on a heel to face Cracker.
"No, we're no goin' back t' th' bloody f***in' ship, you twat," she hisses through clenched teeth. There's hellfire in her eyes, and the rage within her hasn't yet passed enough for any form of civil conversation. "There be no way in f***in hell I'll walk trouble right the f*** up to our very f****ing doorway for the Cap'n to waste 'er f***in time on, savvy?"
She pushes on, forcing her feet to keep from breaking out into a run, forcing her heart to slow it's incessant pounding, which presses on her nerves more than she'll admit. Her eyes cast about as she moves to make sure none have taken too keen an interest in her and her motley little band. What she needs is less the dark alley she'd originally thought. Too easy to be trapped like rats there, and like as not, it'd go bad for anyone that tried. No, what she needed to do, thought it soured her stomach to even think it, is to blend.
Maggie slows her pace a bit more and heaves a heavy sigh. "But you boys are. Now, and by differen' f**** paths, ye ken?"
((OOC: assuming agreement from the others))
"You," she gives a nod to Sharky, "let th' Cap'n know I'll be... a bit delayed. An keep it t' yer f**in self why, less she asks direct like. I need t' find Crowe and make sure I'm no' goin' ta be draggin the law back in me nets when I make it back to th' Dog."
((OOC: assuming again the men agree))
"Now!" She growls, as the storm of her emotions passes over her face.
((Whatever checks need to be made here, she'll head for the dive-iest tavern, making sure she's not followed.))
Posted on 2018-01-28 at 20:12:11.
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Topic: Bring Me That Horizon Q&A
Subject: Yarrr!
Hullo! I'm glad to be aboard!
I've a little bit left to catch up on in the ame thread before I craft up a post, but I don't want to delay you all any further - if you need to NPC Maggie this turn I'm okay with that, as long as the story keeps moving. i have really enjoyed what I've read so far!
Posted on 2018-01-22 at 20:57:14.
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Topic: The Return of Lady Dark
Subject: The Return of Lady Dark
Yup. The rumors are true.
I want to start off by saying i am deeply sorry for bailing on people. i had some serious RL issues to sort, and it took me a long long time to navigate through a few very dark places.
Long story short, i'm here again.
Posted on 2013-03-29 at 03:34:48.
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Topic: Monster Hunters Collective - Q/A
Subject: =^.^=
I think we need a diversion. If we all approach her from different points of a hemicircle, and make some one the focal point, the others can hit her with anything and everything. Arra could do that, if ya'll want.
Posted on 2012-01-17 at 17:49:33.
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Topic: Audalis Dreaming QnA
Subject: =^.^=
So, some bad things came my way, but I am ok, I think I am all caught up on this, I think. I will post by end of day after I osrt laundry and unpack.
Posted on 2012-01-17 at 17:43:49.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: =^.^=
Never fear, Lyri is still here! I was pretty sick recently but feeling loads better. I will get back into it all tomorrow after reading up and stuffs. Hello again everyone!
Posted on 2012-01-11 at 01:46:03.
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Topic: Audalis Dreaming QnA
Subject: =^.^=
Back among the land of the living. Give me tonight to read up on all I missed, and i will be ready to roll!
he...get it? Dice...roll....
Posted on 2012-01-11 at 01:39:32.
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Topic: Audalis Dreaming QnA
Subject: seconding
Seconding Tiamat's notion of democracy.
Sinus infection and double ear infection (that i wated too long to treat...) has be damn near incapacitated. Will be back soon. Applogies to those I leave in the lurch, just feel like craptoast.
Posted on 2012-01-05 at 08:30:57.
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Topic: Audalis Dreaming QnA
Subject: =^.^=
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Posted on 2011-12-29 at 16:07:45.
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Topic: Monster Hunters Collective - Q/A
Subject: =^.^=
I had totally forgotten that one little detail!  thanks for reminding me. I will definitely take it.
Posted on 2011-12-18 at 14:38:47.
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Topic: Monster Hunters Collective - Q/A
Subject: =^.^=
Glitch does.
Arra chooses to take nothing...yet. We should get to the next room.
Posted on 2011-12-18 at 06:13:58.
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Topic: The Monster Hunters Collective
Subject: =^.^=
Brokkrok touched his eye-patch for the second time in under five minutes. The holy symbol of the God of Righteous battle started glowing with a hot white radiance, and the skeletons immediately halted. They held their hands up as if they could do anything to stop the deadly power of Therassor. The first two sank to their knees, then suddenly bucked as if vomiting heavily, and exploded into dust. The four other skeletons just fell into heaps of unmoving bones.
Arra was most impressed by the exploding dead, and her nose and whiskers twitched in fascination. "Frrrrrriend! You do such with your eye? Verrrrry imprrrrrresive!" The swishing of her tail corroborated her pleasure, and she offered a toothsome grin. She was glad to see her two other friends had fared well enough, after some treatment, and appeared fair now.
THe room itself was rather a disappointment. She briefly pawed at the rope. but would have no place for it. Although, she mused, she could always tie it around her waist. But then again, she had to real understanding of what it could do for her should she take it. She didn't play music, because her claws would have snapped strings immediately, so she had no use for the instrument. And being that she preferred cram to wine, she saw no reason to take the wine.
Arra took the moment of inactivity to preen a little, because the dust was making her fur itch a little. "Shall we," she asked the group, "see what is next?"
She paused a moment. "I should like a fat mouse," she confessed quietly.
Posted on 2011-12-18 at 06:12:57.
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Topic: The Monster Hunters Collective
Subject: =^.^=
The problem was the door was only so wide, and her sword so long. Or short, being a short sword. Arra noticed with dismay the obvious lack of meant on any of the bones. And from studying he bodies crowded at the door, versus the space of the doorway itself, combined with the length of her sword, there was no way. Theoretically, though she had no idea it was theoretical or what the word meant, sh could dive into the center and fight from there, but the idea seemed rather foolish.
So Arra stepped back, and watched, purring softly with curiosity. Which hopefully would not kill this cat.
Posted on 2011-12-12 at 22:26:27.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: =^.^=
not even remotely of good quality, but I post. And as soon as the wee bairn falls back to sleep i will clean it up and add some typical LD pizzazz. Promise.
Posted on 2011-12-12 at 00:50:38.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: =^.^=
Ah, so soon the ship. Lyri grinned, practically beaming, and brushed herself off. But at the captain's request, her face lost a bit of it's lumination. "But I want to help! Willow needs more lookin at than me, and.." Her protest fell short and her shoulders sank. "Oh rubbish" she grumbled.
(imagining here a bit of orders back to ship from the cap'n)
Lyri nodded, the movement making her ears ring a little. "Aye, I'll go," she agreed, though it was with a bit of effort not to run back into the fray for more. And there were her things to think of. She'd have to find a way to get them back. It wasn't till she really looked at Willow that she calmed considerably.
"Now how was that for a performance," she grinned. "By the gods, you look like you've had a better time than me in there!"
Posted on 2011-12-12 at 00:46:02.
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