Join the revolution (Holy Harpies, full already!?)
“How many times has your way of life been threatened by the so called heroes? How many nights do you tuck your children into bed wondering if a band of murdering adventures will come through and slay your whole village for the meager gold and supplies you may have? How often do you find yourself defending artifacts rightfully won in combat by your ancestors while these mercenaries slaughter the innocent and steal it away in the night? They call us savage, brutish, inferior... Their insults must be paid in blood.... it is time we remind these charlatans that we are not their playthings... it is time we band together, my brothers and cousins... and stake our own claim... Let us prove it is not just these filthy humans that can build an empire upon the bloodied soil of others.”
Whispers of revolution have been building for months. There was tension rising in the West and groups of creatures that normally wouldn't be caught dead in the same place were banding together under the leadership of a person known only as Bonestaff the WarpMage. His second-in-command and the one that addressed the assembled crowd now, was a half-drow woman. Her ability to light fire to the hearts of the oppressed as well as carve them out of the enemy with deft blades had gained respect among those who normally would have never followed a half-breed, let alone a woman.
“Those who wish to have a haven in the new word we create come forward now. All of you have a purpose in our cause, no skill will go unused. You will not be turned away for your flaws and will not be punished for your heritage. The only thing required of you will be obedience. Your dedication will advance you, we reward excellence. Come forward. You may join the revolution... or be crushed under it.”
You are a new recruit in a revolutionary army. Just having graduated from “boot camp” of sorts you've been drilled in the basics of combat (you are level one) and outfitted with the barest tools of your station. (You are given no more than 100 gold worth of starting gear.) You've been given a backpack with a bedroll, waterskin, flint and steel, some rope (cuz what can't you use rope for?) and a day's worth of the meagerest of rations. You've been assigned to a group and will be undergoing a test of sorts. This is your chance to prove yourself.
Alrighty folks, you're welcome to make any bizarre being you can concoct with a few stipulations. To roll stats roll 4d6, reroll 1s, the drop lowest number. You may play any race from the player's guide or monster manuals so long as they are adjusted level +2 or less and have NO racial hit die. Classes come from the player's handbook for now, MAY allow more later. Alignments are restricted to neutral or evil only. We'll be killing people, good alignments won't take that well. This is a homebrew setting I'm still working, need to put flesh to bare bones. We're using the gods from the player's guide. Any questions just shoot me a PM. This is my first attempt at Dming so bear with me.
5 people limit please. ^_^
cdnflirt - half drow cleric
Jozan1- hob goblin fighter
Takley - halfling rogue
Gboy - Will eventually think of something I'm sure
Tiamat - something dragony and magicy
Posted on 2012-03-29 at 18:17:00.
Edited on 2012-03-29 at 23:24:52 by Kriea
...but at least I'm still on my feet. Been told time and time again the only way to get good at DMing is to do it. There clearly was only one answer. Gotta start sometime. Plus, I have a heck of a support group.
All this refreshing stuff's gonna go to my head. *is Mentos*
I have a good feeling about your hob goblin too. Actually I have a good feeling about this whole thing.