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Tales of Adventure (5E DnD)

Fay calmly considered the proposal. It was fair enough, though it explained the man's desperation.

"Do you have any questions relevant to your job?" Vandernman asked.

"Any outstanding vendetta's, rivalries, misunderstandings or unresolved issues of any kind? If so, I'd like to know who we potentially would be crossing." She stated before moving her hand up to hold her chin in a sort of thinking pose.
"And what does your cargo exist out of? As in are there objects that we should keep an eye of in particular should we get 'troubled'?" She asked before looking at the other two, before adding.
"And you don't need to pay me as of yet. Only at the end when you have arrived at your destination. I don't know how these two feel about it, though."

Tales of Adventure (5E DnD)

Fay smirked as the two others joined her.
It gave her some assurance at least, it was always better to travel in numbers when in dangerous territory. She gave an appreciative nod of acknowledgement to the older man and couldn't help but raise a an eyebrow at the 'fine lady' remark of the young man.
Having travelled with the Monstrous Regiment one did kind of push aside the compliments, because they either came from the lecherous leader or the twins would act protectively, which meant that innocent stableboys were glowered into a corner and soldiers were 'tested'. Usually ending bad for the soldier and the twins having to be picked up from prison.

"Well, it seems you have the help and expertise of an accomplished huntsman, a formidable youngman and a my sorcerous self, unless you believe we aren't capable enough, I doubt you would find many others eager to help you with your current predicament." She offered.

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Thank you, sorry for the mix up.

The Reincarnated (A D&D 5e Game)

@Guardian Angel Haruki Ehm, I thought we could see through the wall at the guy with the red beard. Functionally I put myself next to Bartholomew. Oh and as for the clothes, it is a reference to what she wore before, not currently.

Fixed the lab part.

Tales of Adventure (5E DnD)

Ferezanthe entered the inn, catching on to the last words the Merchant spoke.
"But I need to get the supplies thru, won't anyone come? I'll pay three hundred gold."
"That's a hefty sum for none of you's to be replying." She spoke generally, before moving over to the man.
"But if none of them will aid you, I shall. I would be a discredit to the Boys if I allowed such a business opportunity to go to waste." She pulled him along towards an empty table.
"Sit yourself down, I'll need to get ourselves a couple of ales first before you will tell me all about this particular job of yours." Ferezanthe said gesturing for him to sit before heading over to the barkeep.
"Darling, I would like a couple of regulars. You know I am good for it." She said with her usual cheeky smile.
The barkeep snorted.
"Didn't we always pay the tab at the end? Including expenses for broken doors and furniture?" She calmly jogged his memory.
"And if I do end up missing, well you know my father is good for it."
As she received her ales, she flashed him a smile before heading back to the table.
"Here Mister," She said shoving the drink towards him, before taking a swig herself as she sat herself down.
"What, where, When, How and Why?" She rattled off the top of her head as she looked at him with calculating eyes.

The Reincarnated (A D&D 5e Game)

"Kitty, copy me...Kitty Abort! I repeat Abort!"

As she thought back to Samuel's warning she felt her lips curl up in a sad smile, before she was struck so hard it was knocked off her face. She winced as she swallowed her metallic tasting own blood. Her face...would hurt in the morning...
The earpiece fell from her ear onto the rich burgundy carpet and the brute had noticed.
He picked it up and handed it over to a figure that came in from behind her. Whilst the other muscled suit pinned her arms in place. Her eyes widened when she noticed who the figure was that had entered the study.
The Pale Man.
He wasn't supposed to have been there.
She watched as he listened tentatively for a moment, before replying.
"I'm sorry, I am afraid your cat has met with a terrible accident. My condolences." His accent was still as heavy as it had been all those years ago.

He then gave a nod to the two brutes holding her. They practically forced her on her knees, yanking her head back to make her look up at him.
The Pale Man, calmly settled himself against his desk, leaning backwards with his cane in between his legs as he looked down upon her.
"Katherina..." The voice sighed in a reprimanding manner. Like a father would talk to his daughter.
"Why did it have to be you, my dear..." Another sigh followed. This time more impatient, filled with frustration.
"I believed we had a good deal. Your betrayal cut me deep." He poured himself a finger of whatever concoction he was drinking currently, before swirling the glass and sniffing it.
"Such a disappointment you have been, you are breaking my heart."

"You have no heart."

"True. That is what makes this easier." He stated as he had unsheathed the blade from the cane.
"I told you once before, if you betray me I will have my pound of flesh. Your friend can listen, while I take it from you."

He tossed the earpiece on the floor now so poor Samuel could listen to everything.
"You'll scream, Kitty. I promise you that."

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The memories were jumbled and started to meld into one, but she knew there had been pain.
Worse than she had expected. She wasn't entirely sure when her consciousness had called it a day.
When it ceased staying awake and take anymore of the torturous horrors they inflicted upon her. She must have died surely.
She had known the risk. Such was the line of her profession.
There was no Geneva convention for her kind.
The snitches got more than stitches.
Still she had been a professional, somehow turning a bad situation into something decent. Or so she had assumed at the time.
Breaking in and getting the documentation so the boys back at HQ could work on a plan to fight evil.
How romantic that notion had been.
How naive she had been to think nothing of the consequences.
Or maybe her rude awakening was just part of the exercise. She couldn't be alive...Surely? As the darkness parted ways and some of the light sources overloaded her senses, she noticed the sheering pain had vanished.
In place of it there was an itch, a jolt of the body as her lungs cried out for air. She need to breathe again. instantly her lungs filled with air and fluid only to start coughing violently as a reflex. It felt like she fell towards the ground, the cold air and texture shocking her body awake. Her arms attempted to catch herself and the light and visions slowly adjusted.
She was alive...
The pale man...
Where was she? Trying to gather some sense of her surroundings she noticed her hands first. They were tiny...almost halved...
As this sunk in she instantly checked herself over only to realize this wasn't her body.
For an incredulous moment her brain asked her whether or not the Pale Man had done this.
Well if he had this was more than a pound. That gear had been expensive. The shoes alone had cost her an arm an a leg, figuratively.
As she stood up she noticed the others around her.
One was slowly gathering his senses against the wall, looking very similar to how she felt. Jumbled, confused and looking for answers.
Another had awoken and was speaking in a tongue unbeknownst to her until she mumbled a sentence she could make out.
"Honey, if I knew I'd tell you. Either this a twisted afterlife or we're about to find out." She spoke her voice lighter than her old one. Her body really had altered.
One tall man was looking off towards the light. She followed his gaze and joined his side.
"I take it we're not in Kansas anymore..." She joked half heartedly as her eyes fell over the man and the strange lab surrounding her.
Where in the world were they?

Tales of Adventure (5E DnD)

Ferezanthe Trygam

https://v1.dicecloud.com/character/sbuoTGwjux9NFspDz/Ferezanthe

Background:

Ferezanthe (or Fay for short) is a *Spellsword (Sorcerer for hire).
She used to be in the famous battalion called the Monstrous Regiment.
An eclectic bunch of misfits that could turn the tide on the battlefield and required a hefty sum as payment for their many talents.
Ferezanthe had always been the more...charismatic and pleasant to look at so more then often she was used as the battalion's face or the easy looking bait.
Her knowledge on languages allowed her to stop them from making bad deals and in turn, the boys worked on her intimidation skills.

How she got where she got?
Her Grandmother was one of the elven refugees that travelled to the coast, after being chased from their home by one of the many wars that influenced the realm.
During her travels she had been with a group that was caught an evil cult, which had been planning to use her and others to be used as a sacrifice for their God.
Luckily they got saved by a band of adventurers, amongst whom was a man named Captain Justice Trygam.
Being love-struck was something of an understatement and as they were escorted to the nearest village, her grandmother basically went for it.
Not knowing that this particular seafaring man was actually a shape shifting Bronze Dragon named Trygamdomu, she used her good looks and wily ways to get her man.
Whilst the dragon had been careful enough to not reveal his true form, grandmother caught him in an unguarded moment, putting a severe damper on wanting to be his bride.
Not knowing anything about dragons apart from the fact that they breath fire and are evil, she feared the worst.
She ran.
She left fearing that after he was done toying with her he would use for a toothpick.
So she fled to the biggest city on the continent, hoping that amongst all those people, she would be able to hide herself.
But by then the damage was already done.
One cannot simply wish away the result of passionate nights of lovemaking at least not for a poor elven refugee.
The result that followed some months later was clearly blessed with its father's powers.
Her grandmother being in need of money and a place to stay was forced to pick up the oldest profession in the world. Prostitution.
Her looks at the least granted her a certain exclusivity.
Saving what money and favours she could to procure her child whatever they needed. Her son turned out to be a decent sorcerer.
Though his heart truly lay with baked goods, becoming a baker rather than using his powers. He set up shop with his lovely wife offering a modest and mundane stable life for Ferezanthe.

It was the mundane life however that bore the crap out of Fay.
As soon as she could she jumped at the opportunity to go out exploring. She used her waitressing job at one of the local inns to listen to the gossip to find the perfect adventure for her.
But what came knocking was not what she had expected.
When a tough looking bandit attempted to cop a feel, he got more than he bargained for, let's say it was a shocking experience. After which one would think anger would follow, but this was not the case.
He was impressed.
He offered her to come with him and his companions.
They were a band of mercenaries for hire and could use a 'spellsword' as he called her.
With doubt in her heart she went and met up with this band of brothers. Though they weren't real brothers, but as the bandit whose name was Castillion claimed, they were like family to one another.
And family they became.
Their name was what sealed the deal for Fay.
The Monstrous Regiment.
Existing, outside of Fay, of the 7 of the most curious critters you'd ever laid eyes on:
Castillion: Their leader, a lecherous human cleric and he was one of the more normal ones.
Teatime: A Dhampir Assasin, with a preference for watches and the performing arts; you'll find him reciting poetry during battle.
Fang: A Gnome Druid with a rather furry attitude. Warning: Hide your pets.
Crash: Goliath fighter and record holder of most broken down doors in existence. He fights anything and anyone.
Smash: Goliath fighter with a love for booze. Twin brother to Crash and as he likes to say 'the more intelligent one'.
'Uncle': A elderly Dwarven Barbarian who enjoys feeding the less fortunate and loves big weapons. Axes in particular.
Mycroft: A wimpy Dragonborn wizard that was given to Castillion by Mycroft's grandfather to toughen him up. He's the moneybag. Need anything? Ask Mycroft, his folks are beyond wealthy.

Still she considered them family. And they were effective fighting force on the battlefield.
She remained with them for a good part of 4 years, before the group decided to split up and head to their respective homes.
Ultimately this happy home life lasted no more than a month before Fay got bored again. So currently she offered her skills to the Cityguards, but she would prefer to be her own boss again. So she send word out, letting it be known she's up for hire again.

My Rolls

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24669
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24670
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24671
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24672
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24673
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/24674

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@Dark Cloud I would never...*large eyes*
It wasn't meant as a joke, I swear. I meant he could be writer.

5th edition D&D Adventures starting at 1st level and continuing on thru homemade Quests

A little bit of backstory regarding my character for those who want to know:

My Hider

Background: Ferezanthe (or Fay for short) is a *Spellsword (Sorcerer for hire).
She used to be in the famous battalion called the Monstrous Regiment.
An eclectic bunch of misfits that could turn the tide on the battlefield and required a hefty sum as payment for their many talents.
Ferezanthe had always been the more...charismatic and pleasant to look at so more then often she was used as the battalion's face or the easy looking bait.
Her knowledge on languages allowed her to stop them from making bad deals and in turn, the boys worked on her intimidation skills.

How she got where she got?
Her Grandmother was one of the elven refugees that travelled to the coast, after being chased from their home by one of the many wars that influenced the realm.
During her travels she had been with a group that was caught an evil cult, which had been planning to use her and others to be used as a sacrifice for their God.
Luckily they got saved by a band of adventurers, amongst whom was a man named Captain Justice Trygam.
Being love-struck was something of an understatement and as they were escorted to the nearest village, her grandmother basically went for it.
Not knowing that this particular seafaring man was actually a shape shifting Bronze Dragon named Trygamdomu, she used her good looks and wily ways to get her man.
Whilst the dragon had been careful enough to not reveal his true form, grandmother caught him in an unguarded moment, putting a severe damper on wanting to be his bride.
Not knowing anything about dragons apart from the fact that they breath fire and are evil, she feared the worst.
She ran.
She left fearing that after he was done toying with her he would use for a toothpick.
So she fled to the biggest city on the continent, hoping that amongst all those people, she would be able to hide herself.
But by then the damage was already done.
One cannot simply wish away the result of passionate nights of lovemaking at least not for a poor elven refugee.
The result that followed some months later was clearly blessed with its father's powers.
Her grandmother being in need of money and a place to stay was forced to pick up the oldest profession in the world. Prostitution.
Her looks at the least granted her a certain exclusivity.
Saving what money and favours she could to procure her child whatever they needed. Her son turned out to be a decent sorcerer.
Though his heart truly lay with baked goods, becoming a baker rather than using his powers. He set up shop with his lovely wife offering a modest and mundane stable life for Ferezanthe.

It was the mundane life however that bore the crap out of Fay.
As soon as she could she jumped at the opportunity to go out exploring. She used her waitressing job at one of the local inns to listen to the gossip to find the perfect adventure for her.
But what came knocking was not what she had expected.
When a tough looking bandit attempted to cop a feel, he got more than he bargained for, let's say it was a shocking experience. After which one would think anger would follow, but this was not the case.
He was impressed.
He offered her to come with him and his companions.
They were a band of mercenaries for hire and could use a 'spellsword' as he called her.
With doubt in her heart she went and met up with this band of brothers. Though they weren't real brothers, but as the bandit whose name was Castillion claimed, they were like family to one another.
And family they became.
Their name was what sealed the deal for Fay.
The Monstrous Regiment.
Existing, outside of Fay, of the 7 of the most curious critters you'd ever laid eyes on:
Castillion: Their leader, a lecherous human cleric and he was one of the more normal ones.
Teatime: A Dhampir Assasin, with a preference for watches and the performing arts; you'll find him reciting poetry during battle.
Fang: A Gnome Druid with a rather furry attitude. Warning: Hide your pets.
Crash: Goliath fighter and record holder of most broken down doors in existence. He fights anything and anyone.
Smash: Goliath fighter with a love for booze. Twin brother to Crash and as he likes to say 'the more intelligent one'.
'Uncle': A elderly Dwarven Barbarian who enjoys feeding the less fortunate and loves big weapons. Axes in particular.
Mycroft: A wimpy Dragonborn wizard that was given to Castillion by Mycroft's grandfather to toughen him up. He's the moneybag. Need anything? Ask Mycroft, his folks are beyond wealthy.

Still she considered them family. And they were effective fighting force on the battlefield.
She remained with them for a good part of 4 years, before the group decided to split up and head to their respective homes.
Ultimately this happy home life lasted no more than a month before Fay got bored again. So currently she offered her skills to the Cityguards, but she would prefer to be her own boss again. So she send word out, letting it be known she's up for hire again.

The Reincarnated (A D&D 5e Game)

@Dark Cloud How about a writer that got sacked and robbed of his characters?