Dragon Heist - Hell of a Summer Recruitment - Play-By-Post - D&D Beyond General - D&D Beyond Forums (2024)

Waterdeep in turmoil! The City of Splendors finds itself in the midst of political tumult and financial crisis as Spring draws to a close and the Summer heat fast approaches. The Masked Lords of Waterdeep have voted to oust and exile former Open Lord Dagult Neverember, whose tenure was rife with scandals and power-grabbing schemes, and replaced him with the archmage Laeral Silverhand. Several of Neverember’s loyalists within the city government left with him, leaving Waterdeep’s bureaucracy hamstrung and kindling fears of economic hardship. Criminal elements within the city like the Xanathar Guild and the Zhentarim have also become more brazen, going so far as to fight with one another in the streets, spreading the City Watch thin. In the midst of this conflict, an unexpected group of heroes will emerge and discover a half-a-million gold pieces-worth conspiracy that will change not just their fates, but the fate of the City of Splendors and all its people…

Hello! Summer is upon us Northern Hemisphere-dwelling folks, and as such I am seeking 5 PLAYERS to join me in a summertime romp through the city of Waterdeep in this rendition of the Dragon Heist published adventure! I’ll be taking and leaving certain elements within the adventure, shaking things up a bit, and if all goes well make an exciting game for us all.

Expectations

I’m a pretty story-driven DM, I put the narrative of the game on a higher priority than abiding by the game’s rules. I enjoy putting my PCs in the spotlights and giving them opportunities to make cool choices or attempt daring feats. I also like to weave backstory or player goal elements throughout the story to give your character further incentive to interact with the story.

I also play with lines, veils, and safety tools in place. More on the specifics regarding those when I cultivate the final group. It’s a game, we’re all here to have fun, I don’t want to upset someone by including a triggering topic.

I intend to post at least once a day and keep the group updated on any situations that may prevent me from posting. I expect those I recruit to do the same for me. Life is hard, stuff comes up now and then that puts the game on the back burner. No big deal, just be sure to let the group know if something has come up that will delay you or take you out of the game for a bit.

This game takes place in the Forgotten Realms Setting but I am not too strict on the lore of this Setting as I am with others.

Please only apply if you are 18+. No minors. Sorry.

This game will be LGBTQIA+ inclusive and will feature characters who are queer as well. I will not tolerate any hate or discrimination.

I intend to make use of a digital tabletop for this. I’d like to try the D&D Beyond Maps service so we can keep things contained to this site, but if I don’t like it I may switch to Owlbear Rodeo or Roll20.

Here are some homebrew rules I play with. These are not hard and fast, they are negotiable, but I like to introduce them as a baseline:

• • Free Feat at Character Creation.Pretty simple, but everyone gets a free feat at character creation. Feats will be subject to my approval, but I don’t anticipate I will be shooting anyone down. Variant humans do not get 2 feats, if you want to play human just play the vanilla version or a custom lineage.

  • Healing Potions. During combat, you may use a bonus action or an action to administer a healing potion to either yourself or another unconscious creature. If you use a bonus action, roll to see how much HP the potion restores as normal. If you use an action, the potion heals the maximum amount of HP it can confer. For instance, a standard healing potion heals 2d4+2 HP. Using an action to consume the potion would heal 10 HP. Drinking a healing potion outside of combat also restores the maximum amount of HP it can confer.

  • Dazed. Rather than subject players to the stunned condition and take away their turns, I like to run with the dazed condition set out in MCDM’s Flee, Mortals!
    A dazed creature can only do one of the following things on their turn: move, use an action, or use a bonus action. Effects that players use to stun NPCs, such as a Monk’s stunning strike, still utilize the stunned condition.

  • Exhaustion. I like the One D&D version of exhaustion much better than 5e’s RAW. For every level of exhaustion a character takes, they suffer a -1 to attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. You can suffer a maximum of 10 exhaustion levels before you begin dying of said exhaustion. A long rest removes 1 level of exhaustion, as do spells such as lesser restoration.

  • Unconscious. If you fall to 0 HP, you are considered unconscious and must roll death saves at the start of your turns, but you are not out of the fight completely. You are considered prone and cannot stand until you are restored to at least 1 HP, and your speed is halved as you can only crawl. You may use a bonus action or an action while unconscious, such as make an attack, cast a spell, or drink a potion. Performing an action or bonus action in this way automatically makes you suffer 1 level of exhaustion.

  • Flanking. Flanking an enemy grants advantage on melee attacks against the flanked enemy. Some enemies cannot be flanked.

  • Rule of Cool. If you want to attempt something that does not quite have a mechanical representation or is a bit outside your skill set, run it by me and let’s see what we can come up with. Usually attempting something beyond your abilities will have some sort of cost or consequence attached. If you’re willing to accept the consequences for your actions, I am usually willing to let you attempt whatever it is you’re trying to do. Let your imagination run wild.

Circ*mstances

Despite the name, Dragon Heist is a bit more of a mystery and investigation-driven game than a heist one. There are certainly heists that the group may undertake in pursuit of their goals, but more often than not they will be looking for clues, interviewing and interacting with people, throwing in with (and against) certain factions, and chasing down leads. There will also be plenty of combat against the various denizens of Waterdeep, both of the monstrous and man varieties.

Additionally, the adventure as published takes place entirely in the city of Waterdeep. We may venture outside of it a little bit if I see an opportunity, but for the most part we will not be leaving town. Keep that in mind as you build your character.

Along with the many threats within Waterdeep, the group may have to contend with the City Watch every now and then. You may have to break the law now and then in this game. Maybe you all will reach a point in your adventuring power where you can kick the entire Watch’s butts all the way to Deepwater Bay, but beating up the Watch is not really the point of this adventure, they aren’t really an obstacle you’re meant to overcome through force. The threat of the Watch and the Laws of Waterdeep aren’t meant to keep you from having fun, but they are there to add some extra tension when you are doing something less-than-legal and perhaps prompt you to come up with creative approaches to problems.

Your Character

Waterdeep is no stranger to adventurers. Your character could be a local or from abroad, but they’ve ultimately ended up in Waterdeep, and their goals and motivations should keep them in its general area. Times are becoming rather hard in Waterdeep, and as such more are turning to adventuring to make a profit.

Waterdeep is a cosmopolitan place - while most of the population is made up of humans, elves, halflings, dwarves, and gnomes, any creature can call this place their home so long as they abide by its laws (or at least appear to).

As you craft your backstory, consider why you’re in Waterdeep and what you plan to achieve here. Do you want to start a business? Get involved in local politics? Join the clergy of one of the various deities represented in the town’s temples? Are you running away from a bad past? Are you looking for someone? Give your characters goals to work towards, maybe some goals that could be achieved by getting a cut of 500,000 Gold pieces!

When the final group comes together, we will be forming connections between the PCs so that this isn’t just a random group of strangers that joined forces out of nowhere, but a party of mutual acquaintances that have sensibly banded together. Leave some room in your backstories for these connections to fit in!

As far as mechanics go, you can use any Official Materials to create your character. Tasha’s Optional Class and Ancestry Features are not only allowed, but encouraged, especially if you decide to play a Ranger. Critical Role Content is okay, but no other 3rd Party Content please. You don’t need to put together a character sheet just yet, but if you decide to do so, create a Level 1 character. Use standard array or point buy for ability scores. Take standard starting equipment.

Ultimately, play a character that you will have fun playing!

This adventure will take us up to Level 6, at which point we can either end it or move on to another published adventure or a homebrew affair where we tie up loose ends from the Dragon Heist stories and backstory shenanigans.

Application Format

• Character Name: (include pronouns if you so desire)
• Ancestry:
• Class: (include subclass or intended subclass/multiclass down the line if you so desire)
• Background:
• Backstory: (Please put in a spoiler - press the little exclamation point on the right side of the reply menu. Please post 1 Paragraph at least and 2 Paragraphs at most!)
• RP Sample: (Same as above, put in a spoiler please. This can be pretty freeform, but give us a glimpse into how this character interacts with the world around them. Stick them in a combat or a social encounter and describe what ensues. 1 Paragraph at least, 2 paragraphs at most.)

Recruitment will end on 6/21 at 4:00 Pacific (UTC-8) or when I feel I have reached a satisfactory number of applications.

• Character Name:G'halbjorne "G'hal" Fallowfleid
• Ancestry: Human (custom lineage)
• Class:Warlock (The Fathomless)
• Background:Entertainer
• RP Sample: "Bah! Why must I always get myself into such trouble?" the younghuman thinks to himself as he faces the 3 thugs he just insulted. "Yes, I did so eloquently described your pathetic actions as such, but that was only in retaliation for your crass interruption of my performance." G'hal flourishes his blade, "But I'm guessing were now at the end of the act and ready for the finale."
• Backstory:

  As a young and naive actor sailing the great sea between venues in the Feywild, the ship Ghalbjorne hadtaken passage on was sucked into a whirlpool. It was torn apart by the elemental chaos like a toy in the hands of a malicious child. He woke upon the shores of an unknown island where he was rescued by a sea elf named Selemus. All he remembers is that he stayed with her for a great while, then found himself in these lands, unsure if it was real or just a dream. What he does know is that he now has new abilities and a compulsion to adventure, which worries him. He had always been happy just to be a background character in the great plays, now he feels the need to be one of the "leads".

• Put your spoiler

  BACKSTORY: *It is reputed Sion's family fled the Underdark to make a better and just life. Heisn't really sure. As he was raised by a 'Drow' friendly community and was well treated but something kept bringing him to question where he came from and what that means and more so when he once absconded from the community and upon entering a local village he was derided and shunned by those who saw him. This had a profound and startlingly effect upon him. He raced back to his community where the elders of the village tried to settle him. He was more confused and more than ever he wanted answers and the community he loved couldn't give him what he wanted ...

  RP SAMPLE: * 'Why do I always get the dreg shift?', Si knew the answer. As a junior City Watch member in Waterdeep, he understood he should be grateful he had a job at all! He got it, no one wanted to work with him on any shift. So his superior thought it was highly amusing putting him on night shifts with Targ a Half-Orc who couldn't string a coherent sentence together and loved any opportunity to Brawl. So Si was mandated to not only keep the peace but keep Targ out of trouble!

  There's got to be something better out there then this?, thought Si to himself while walking alongside Targ. 'It looks like its going to be a dreary night, rains on its way' he said to Targ, who simply grunted. Targ wasn't a fan of working with Si either. Targ detested he was partnered with a Drow and he secretly hoped one day there was an opportunity to test himself against him then the other guards would respect him more. Suddenly, screams and sounds of fighting could be heard ahead as heavy rain started to fall. Targ races off leaving Si standing there. 'Seriously Targ, cant you for once think before we race into anything?' Si readies himself for what is to come. Fear and anger as a Drow and and a Half-Orc nut bag attempt to keep the peace. What could possibly go wrong?

  here.

  • CHARACTER NAME: Sion Prime (otherwise known as Si)
  • ANCESTRY: Drow
  • CLASS: Rogue /sub: Phantom

• Character Name:Agar
• Ancestry: Human
• Class:Paladin (would MC to shadow sorcerer at level 3, then after some character development take the Oath of Redemption)
• Background:Knight of the Order (Silver Hand)
• Backstory:

  He has always aspired to be a knight but even more so a paladin, and strove to act in a way fitting of such at every opportunity, bringing light and good to everyone and everywhere he could His days were filled with acts of good and honor, and his daydreams with visions of ridding the world of great monsters, Holy Avenger in hand. His nights, however, and his dreams were quite different. In them, he walked a nightmarish world lacking in color, everything and everyone seemingly composed of shades of grey, including himself.

  Hidden from all but the gods, a shadow lay behind his eyes, flowed through his veins and pooled in his heart. He could feel it, and imagined its taint in every impulse or thought which was other than absolutely pure. Fleeing from the shadow, seeking to purge it, he joined the paladin order and chose to follow the track which might have led him to swearing the highest oath - the oath of Devotion. He's in Waterdeep at the behest of the Order, his first independent mission, for behind the facade of the City of Splendor lies much evil and corruption.

  RP Sample:

• One day, he joined otherpaladins on amission which saw them guard a caravan. Orcs attacked and as he fought one, the creature knocked his shield out of his hand. He lost his footing and fell backward and as the axe came down he could tell it would strike true and end him. He focused for an instant on his need for a shield - any shield - to stop the weapon. He had to have one, would not accept not having it.
  Was it just his imagination? Was he wrong about the axe's trajectory? Did he really see a part of his own shadow detach itself and strike the weapon's blade, deflecting it just enough for it to miss him? He stuck out his sword toward the orc's heart as the creature overextended toward him, and it impaled his enemy. Afterward, he agreed with everyone else that he was extremely lucky that the orc missed - but he knew better. The shadow within had reacted to his will, almost eagerly, and saved him from certain death.

• Character Name:Keulen
• Ancestry: Human
• Class: Bard
• Background: Entertainer (Juggler, Fire-Eater and Actor)
• Backstory:
  

  Keulen is a foundling, an orphan left on the streets and picked up by a woman with a big heart and many "friends".At the time of her death one of these friends- a juggler in a permanent city circus - decided to raise the boy. Since then Keulen became "the circus boy" learning how to entertain with clubs, oranges, pitch and fires, comedies, backflips... anything that could make theshow more spectacular.

  Nobody knew his true parents, though everyone used to whisper that "nobles" have the right to make children andabandon them at once. Keulen developed two distinct thougths:
  "Cool! I would love to become one of them and do whatever pleases me"
  "They are true bastards. I would love to becometheir head and crush all of their rights"
  Whichever sentence were dominant, one goal was clear: he wants to buy his way up to Waterdeep nobility.

• RP Sample:
  

  Here he is... that dragonborn thief won't go away with Maria's necklace (at least not before she gave me that kiss we talked so much about...).
  "That way! Go for the nothern street and cut his escape, I'll continue to chease him from behind"
  The slim guard nods me and turns right.I'm trusting on his speed but he doesn't look so bad in running. The thief , instead, is clearly not one of the city: today, at this time, this street is too crowded for him to gain a real advantage on me.

  After two intersections, the guard appears in front of us. He succeed to pass through the alleys, as I though! Perfect!
  The dragonborn abrubtly stops. The guard unsheats his sword. Keulen acts at the speed of a lightning: he throws hisball near the thief head, to distract him, and pin his dagger to the unprotected throat.
  The guard, panting, congratulates "I thought you were just a juggler"
  Keulentwirls the dagger between his fingers. "I am... sometimes"he replies winking.

• Character Name: Mialee Siannodel
• Ancestry: Drow
• Class:Cleric (Twilight Domain - Priestess of Eilistraee)
• Background: Entertainer (Dancer, Juggler, and Storyteller.)
• Backstory:

  Mialee was always mistreated by her family whose fall from grace within the drow hierarchy was blamed on her inability to commune with Lloth. A daughter was usually a blessing among the drow but one unable to properly worship their evil goddess was next to useless. Therefore her family planned to sacrifice her to Lloth in hopes that they would gain favor in the eyes of their evil goddess. Hearing whispers at night that guided her away and to the surface Mialee followed the instructions she received. It was a journey of self discovery learning how to survive the many dangers of the Underdark.

  After many days, or weeks for she had lost sense of the passage of time, Mialee emerged on the surface near a calm lake under the light of a full moon. Near the lake danced a naked drow with long silvery hair and when she called to Mialee to join her, Mialee recognized the voice as the one that had whispered to her in the Underdark and led her to her freedom. Mialee removed her clothing and joined Eilistraee in her dance under the pale moonlight. Before parting ways Eilistraee gently caressed Mialee's face and removed the scars she had suffered during her mistreatment as a child by her family, restoring her extraordinary beauty and granting Mialee her blessing to become a priestess.

• RP Sample:

  Mialee looked over the goods the merchant had on display. It was a fine collection indeed, many odds and ends gathered from raids and the odd encounter with drow. She was looking for any that didn't belong, sometimes those on the surface didn't understand the difference between the drow who followed Lloth and the drow who worshiped Eilistraee. Finally she happened to spy a small disc that bore the depiction of a naked drow dancing with a sword set against the full moon, all intricately carved from a single piece of silver. Without betraying just how valuable the holy symbol was she began negotiations.

  "How much for this piece?" she acted as if she wanted to purchase something just so she wasn't wasting the merchant's time after not finding anything of interest.
  The merchant however knew she wouldn't of selected something if it didn't have some value. "4 gold." He stated flatly.
  "1 gold, it is after all quite small and there isn't a large market for drow trinkets." She raised her almond eyes and looked at the merchant, letting a smile adorn her face.
  "3 gold, there is always someone willing to buy such items, perhaps a gnome inventor who would scrap it just for the silver."
  Mialee couldn't allow it to be destroyed, "2 gold, and not a copper more." she hoped to end the haggling.
  "2 gold... and a sweet kiss to remember the beauty who got the better of me with such a sweet deal." The merchant pushed his luck.
  After a brief moment of surprise at the merchant's boldness, Mialee agreed. She simply couldn't let the holy symbol end up as scrap. "Done." She fished out 2 gold and handed them over before planted a kiss on the merchant's lips, she had considered kissing his cheek but quickly dismissed the idea as the merchant might claim foul and she would have to then kiss him twice to secure her purchase.

"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”

• Character Name: Thrain Gemheart (they)
• Ancestry: Mountain Dwarf
• Class: Wizard (Evoker)
• Background: Noble
• Backstory:

• RP Sample:

Character Name: Finley Falstaff (he/him)

Ancestry: half orc

Class: barbarian (path of ancestral guardian. The spirit of Fiona comes back to defend and also taunt Finley)

Background:criminal

Backstory:

RP Sample:

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This seems like a really interesting campaign! Putting this a placeholder, but I should have a character submitted by tomorrow <3

Character Name: Ilmrae Zolier (She/They)
Ancestry: Custom Lineage - Aevendrow
Class: Sorcerer - Aberrant Mind
Background: Far Traveler
Backstory:

RP Sample:

Character Name: Ulf Steelbraid

Ancestry: Hill Dwarf

Class:Fighter (Battle master)

Background:Soldier (officer)

Backstory:

RP Sample:

As some soldiers approach a tavern:
Ulf: "Spare ah coin fer a poor beggar will ye?" Ulf says and makes his mercenary tattoo visible
Soldier: "Sod off you filth..... Oh, didn't realize, how did you end up here"
Ulf: "Oi, be kind to an old officer will ye! Yer career ends when ye can't lift yer sword no more"
Soldier: puts some copper coins in Ulfs palm "Here you go, hope that helps. Rock and stone!"
Ulf: pumps his fist in the air "Rock and stone me lad! So what the ol' Wolves of Waterdeep be doin?"
Soldier: "Ah quite boring now. Guarding some silver-spoon-up-his-arse merchant" putsmerchant in airquotes.
Ulf: "Hehe, me know the type of them arses. More trouble than pay"

This sounds interesting! Here's the basics:

Name: Dierdre Oakbridge

Ancestry: Stout halfling

Class: Cleric, Grave Domain

Background: Folk Hero

Backstory

RP

Dierdre sat by the side of the bed in the one room hovel that Jago called home. Like many other halflings in Waterdeep he had been affected by the increasing unrest of the city, finding himself pushed further and further down, until life was just a struggle to avoid death; a struggle he had now lost. Murmuring soft words, she kept vigil for his last moments until with a sigh she realised he had drawn his last breath. Folding his arms across his chest she uttered a quiet prayer for Urogalan to take him onwards.
Getting to her feet, she ignored the slight creak in her knees and headed outside. Spying another of the local halflings, she called him over. “Jago has passed. Speak to the undertaker and arrange for his burial. When you done so, give me the details and I will watch over it.” Passing a few coins she continued “he has little in the way of earthly goods, but I expect them and him to be treated with respect. Do not disappoint me.”

Name: Elagor Tyreen

Ancestry: Human

Class: Ranger

Background: Natural Explorer

Backstory:

Born into a wealthy military family, Elagor quickly disappointed. Gifted the privilege of literacy and tuition in martial skills, it was assumed by the family that he would progress quickly to command a company of soldiers, or at worst take senior position in the Watch. Unfortunately, discipline and subordination were not traits that Elagor possessed. He turned his back on that life and was cut off from his family. It was Elagor's education that formed him, under the tutelage of a devout of Daenir. He now seeks to make a living "revealing that which is hidden, learning that which is unknown". Quests of discovery call to him. Mysteries or puzzles demand resolution. Of his military training, he prefers ranged and light weapons- hence ranger class.

RP Sample:

• Character Name: Dale Kno
• Ancestry: lightfoot halfling
• Class: rogue
• Background: criminal/spy
• Backstory:

  Put your spoiler here.Dale learned her craft in her home town of Daggerford but a few years ago things went sideways and the heat just got to be too much. She packed her bags and struck out for Waterdeep. Here she has passed herself off as a teenage street urchin called Dale, no last name. Until a couple of weeks ago she ran with a small group of street kids calling themselves The Urchins. They worked the Trade Ward down near the South Gate and hide out in an empty warehouse nearby. Two weeks ago the turf war between the Zhent's and Xana's made it's way to our turf. We lost Skeeter, Skunk and Zee that, those of us that didn't die made a run for it. I've given up the urchin guise and am now one of the hundreds of adventures holed up in an inn on the dock ward waiting for a paycheck.

• RP Sample:

  Skeeter yelled from the lookout post - They be here! Zhent's have come! Then the woosh of a crossbow bolt ended not just his words, but his life. The rest of us sprang up from our seats, three Zhent goons busted through the door into the room, one caught Skunk right off, the club making a sickening smack as it hit the side of his head. Come on Mr Whiskers I yelled for my pet mouse who climb up my pants leg. I made a dash for one of our escape hatches, threw the door open...before jumping in and sliding to safety I chanced a quick glance around the room...ZEE!!!! I screamed in my head. The biggest thug was closing in on her. I draw the dagger from the small of my back, thin, blackened and beautiful...I have one chance, looking at Mr Whiskers I hold the blade tip up to his nose, a kiss for luck for friend? The gray mouse's nose touches the blade and I let the dagger fly...watching as it tumbles once, twice, three times flying toward the thug...and right pass him as he brings his club down crushing Zee's shoulder...

  What happened next is still a blur. I'm told that Shayna pushed me through the hatch, once outside we ran, and ran, looking for a place to hide. The next morning Shayna and I hugged, said our goodbyes and went our own ways. Master Burke had taught me to always have a safe place, one that was nice but not too nice, one that you had to pay for to keep with access to a bath. I had just that in the dock ward, I made my way there, freshened up and put Dale the urchin to rest. I emerged from my room, No Last Name Dale the Adventurer, looking for work.

• Character Name: Lucky Silk
• Ancestry: Tabaxi
• Class: Rogue (arcane trickster)
• Background: charlatan
• Backstory:

  Name's Lucky Silk. Mom called me Silk because that's how soft I felt to her as she cradled me in her arms when I was born.And Dad said I waslucky that he stuck around long enough to give me the name Lucky. I know he's only kidding though, since he told me that joke face-to-face just last year, meaning he's stuck around all this time. Lucky me. That meansI got a great education on howto carry on the family business. Look, we feline types have dark fur, excellent nightvision, and padded paws for one reason, and one reason only: sneaking our wayinto (and hopefully back out of)illegal activities.

  Waterdeep is the perfect place to pinch a little extra from those who may not immediately notice, if you know what I mean. Everything's chaos here, people are too busy looking over their shoulder to notice what's right under their whiskers, and a guy quick on his paws can stay a step or two ahead of the authorities. At least, that's what my dad was saying right before he got nabbed by the authorities. Now he's in a dungeon somewhere in this gods-forsaken city, and it's up to me to provide for Mom and my numerous smaller siblings, the only way I know how. I gotta play the hand I was dealt, so to speak, and the only way I know how to play... is dirty.

• RP Sample:

  Lucky nimbly dodges around various pedestrians as he barrels down the crowded street. He tries to ignore the stares and turning heads as he does so. But he can never outrun his inner monologue: I hate running.People always assume the worst, think I'm up to no good. Of course, I amup to no good, but they don't need to assume that. Why can't someone assume I'm simply training to stay in peak physical form?

  He suddenly changes course, dodges into a tight alleyway, and forces himself to slow down and look casual. There we go; new street, new me. People here don't have to see me running, and now I'm just another uninteresting bloke. Now to see what all the fuss is about. As he walks down the alleyway, he unlatches the leather satchel that had so recently belonged to the funny-looking old man, and which now belongs to him. Inside is a strangeheavytome, full of strange arcane writings....

Character Name: Mercy Aves

Ancestry: Tiefling

Class: Warlock (Pact of the Genie)

Background: Faction Agent (Zhentarim)

Backstory:

RP Sample:

One heist game closes, and another one opens... Sometimes fate shines upon us.

Character Name:Laderan Swifley

Ancestry: Harengon

Class: Warlock | Genie (Dao)

Background: Criminal / Spy

Backstory: (Will edit in, but open to reworks)

RP Sample: (Taken from posts in a previous game)

Throwing my hat in the ring. Was really tempted to build a melee character to exploit the generous flanking rules, but plenty of people had that idea first.

• Character Name:Ka'Zirr
• Ancestry:Thri-Kreen
• Class:Sorcerer (Runechild). Maybe a multiclass into Bard, Rogue, or Warlock if the story supports it.
• Background:Far Traveler
• Backstory:

  Ka'Zirr was born among the Thri-Kreen tribes of the Great Sand Sea of Anauroch, a harsh and magically-warped land. From a young age, he exhibited unusual markings on his chitinous exoskeleton—glowing runes that seemed to shift and change with his emotions and thoughts. These runes were a mystery to his tribe, who revered them as a sign of divine favor or ancient magic. As Ka'Zirr grew, so did his powers. He discovered he could manipulate these runes to cast spells, enhancing his natural abilities as a hunter and warrior. However, his abilities also made him a target. Fearing the unknown power, some members of his tribe saw him as a threat, while others viewed him as a potential savior.

  One fateful night, Ka'Zirr received a vision from the ancient spirits of the desert. They revealed that his runes were linked to an ancient source of magic, older than the desert itself. To understand and master his powers, he needed to leave his tribe and seek knowledge in distant lands. Driven by this vision, Ka'Zirr embarked on a journey across Faerûn. His travels took him through the harsh desert, across the verdantlands of the Heartlands, and finally to the bustling city of Waterdeep.

• RP Sample:

• Ka’Zirr’s multifaceted eyes flickered with reflected candlelight as he stared across the table. This 'not-hunter' in front of him could clearly not be trusted. In fact, most people here could not be trusted. But this information broker had offered information worth Ka’Zirr’s last electrum coins. The broker smirked and tapped his pipe against the table, emptying his ashes carelessly across the worn oak.

  “Well, bug boy, there you have it. There’s a Netherese relic in the ninth level of Undermountain that looks a lot like those patterns on your body.”

  Ka’Zirr clicked his mandibles sharply - an indication of displeasure among his people. He locked his cold eyes on the greasy rogue, reaching out with his thoughts.

  <I would need to hire others to enter ‘Undermountain’. Mercenaries, supplies, magic armaments, scrolls. . . such an expedition would cost tens of thousands of gold coins. Where can I find such wealth in this settlement?>

These are some great applications folks! Making it really hard to choose, as ever!

Recruitment is closed!