Zverda

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The attack had not been something she had expected, the ball exploding and causing small ricochets to break her concentration on their Bard, a small curse passing the Aasimir's lips as she kept her great sword from the ground. The creature was too far for her to do anything this turn, but that did not mean she was useless. She had a plan and if she succeeded, she sincerely hoped that it would bring the beast down if the others were unable to do so by the time she could get close enough to execute her poa. Moving forward, her steps sure but surprisingly unhurried as she approached the giant monstrosity that stood before them all. The good news? They weren't in any immediate danger if they could avoid that spell from going off and she deliberately kept about 15 feet between herself and the monster. Just to be safe however, she readied herself for a dodge, all she needed was one more chance and if she was lucky... all would be well. They needed that door, they needed to get out, she needed her friends to be safe.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Cu Chulainn

Well Crap

Failed the concentration save with a 5, sad day.

Dodge prepped for inevitable purple balls of potential death.

The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

Theais Nightstalker

Theais offered the jackalope a soft smile before leaning down and wrapping her arms around him in the hug he so clearly wanted. "No need to apologize dear," she told him, "And stop calling me Miss ya sil, just Theais will do." She chuckled softly and took a quick survey of the apartment before letting out a soft sigh. It was clear she was not mad at her roommate, but she had been rather fond of her home. "Welp, time to pack up, go ahead and grab what you think you need or want. I am going to pack up my clothing and phone Aeron, hopefully she is either home or one of her goonies are so we can house with her for a bit."

She gently pat the male's head, her own ear twitching as the busted door groaned in protest, eventually slamming to the ground. "Definitely not getting that security deposit back," she said on a laugh as she went to her dresser to pack up her clothing, then began the trek around her room to grab everything she needed... that wasn't shattered. Thankfully she kept all the things needed for her trade in the chest at the end of her bed, the thing warded against anyone other than Luciel and herself opening it.

Then there was Axel, the cat/bird creature that Luciel had helped her create. It was a strange being, but it was something she had learned to permanently animate, a small gift from a God who had tricked her into losing what was most important it to her... twice. It was part of the reason that she had taken Luciel in, but after awhile it became apparent to her that he was his own person and in some ways, he needed her help. "Luciel Darling, please make sure you grab the herbs from the kitchen!" she called to the small rabbit.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Chocolate brown eyes scanned the battlefield, the creatures before her giving her no indication that hinted towards it's origins, only proving to annoy her... she hated the unknown. As she readied her greatsword, she let out a steadying breath and closed her eyes for a brief moment, just long enough to allow her to gather herself before those once warm globes turned cold. This was it, this was their enemy and their very home was being destroyed around them. She could feel the urgency within her very bones and could see it in the way her companions moved. She couldn't exactly understand why unnecessary words were being spoken, she wasn't a big fan of words herself unless it was absolutely needed and right now? Right now she felt like every breath had to be saved for the unavoidable fight ahead.

With her blade at the low ready, she took a step forward and heaved the hefty blade from its resting place, the diagonal slice cleaving the creature before her clean in two before it seemed to simply dissipate in a wisp of black smoke. Upon seeing Haemar only feet away from her she felt a frown cross her features, she was rather displeased to see that he had three of the shadow creatures in front of him. Before she made any move to go towards Wick words fell from her lips, her voice held an authority that her companions had grown used to over their time together.

Turning her attention to Cesar, "درع الإيمان," she murmured in Celestial, as one must as a Aasamir Paladin, a shimmering field surrounding the male. She wanted to ensure that her friends were taken care of, and this alone should do well enough to add some protection to their Bard.

Turning her attention forward, she rushed past Haemar, her eyes full of worry for one of the men who helped her out of the darkness that had once swallowed her very existence. He would be ok though, she knew this to be a fact as he always seemed to have something up his sleeve to ensure he was able to avoid any serious danger. Having followed Wick's steps the best she could, Thea finally came to a stop and took up a protective stance in front of the Female.

VENGEANCE SHALL BE MINE

Attack Roll Success --> 20
Damage Done --> 11

Before 30ft move action, cast Shield of Faith on Cesar granting him +2 AC for 10 minutes or until Concentration is broken, bringing him to a total of 16.

Upon next turn, I simply plan to Dash for 60 on my standard and position myself for my move action of 30 to the left hand side of the creature as close as I can without being ON him or off the ledge.

@Gordian Nought@Big Dread@Hekazu@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002

The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

Theais Nightstalker

She had just gotten done prepping The Night Owl for her inevitable crowd that would arise as night began to fall and was on her way home, wondering what Luciel had done to keep himself company this day. Ever since she had taken in the little rabbit she had found herself looking forward to going hope rather than dreading the emptiness that used to greet her when the door opened. Thankfully, the Dragonesque female did not have long to wait as her club was only a ten minute walk from her home, which suited her perfectly. Coming up to the porch of the apartment building, she sniffed around a bit, confused as she opened up the main door and made her way to her apartment. Upon seeing her door open, she figured Luciel was already home and was rather pleased with the very thought, until she stepped in.

"Luci, what happened?" the woman's voice was calm, her eyes wandering over to the partially eaten crow yet showing no signs of horror, "There is one more body in here than yesterday and this one looks like someone went to town... it won't even be usable for zombie to do some work for me." A soft huff escaped the woman as she made her way to the room, her eyes narrowing on the destroyed coffee pot and the axe currently embedded into the wall. Part of the woman wondered if her roommate had had another episode, or if there had been a legitimate attack, she was leaning more towards the attack. "Alright BunBun, you have some explaining to do about why the apartment looks like this, and why you look like you just stumbled into someone watching porn or something."

Eyes scanning the room, she noticed that one of her panties was hanging out of her drawer, which made her raise an eyebrow in question as she turned back to the rabbit. "Someone trying to steal my panties or is something pretty big going on? Or were you looking to just borrow a pair for some reason or another?" she questioned as she jerked her thumb over to her dresser, the very thing the jackalope seemed to be fixated on.

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Aaron Kahlil

Life went on well after things got messed up, the God's clearly didn't care who got hurt during their exchange, during whatever the sacrifice deal included. No, they just did what was asked of them no matter what the price would do to anyone else, let alone the daughter of a Mob Boss. Here she was, sitting at a fancily decorated table at the ballroom, listening to Johann and trying to hide from him at the same time as this was the first time in a long time that she had dared venture to one of his shows with the way she looked now. No longer was she just a wolf, no... her father had given up the purity of his bloodline for power and that left his daughter with a set of wings she still could not control completely. I'm starting to think I should have stayed home, what if he doesn't recognize me? What if he does yet finds me utterly repulsive because of what my father did to me? she found herself thinking, the hand around her glass tightening. She would just have to wait and see, her state of dress did nothing to hide what she was now, if she had to accept it then so would others.

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Ylva Sandvick

Barely Legal and already chilling at a bar, or maybe she wasn't legal at all and people simply thought she was thanks to her job, who knew? Regardless of the fact, she was here to find a particular maned wolf who had a rather specific skill set she needed to utilize to get her Sasha up and working properly again. As she weaved her way through the mass of bodies, she spotted exactly who she was looking for and it seemed he was in the middle of trying to get someone out of trouble. Hm... not my problem, she thought to herself as she strode up and unceremoniously shoved the ferret out of the way as he had gotten between her and her target.

"Hey," she said rather loudly to get the wolf's attention, "I've got a job for you and it pays rather well if you're willing." Right down to business, it was how she always was when it came to her profession or anything that her profession relied upon... like her firearms. Considering it wasn't all the weird to see someone carrying one around, Ylva rarely ever hid her's from prying eyes and this was no exception. "She's been misfiring and throwing duds out at random, can't have her doing this while I'm on a job," she continued, motioning to the guitar case she was carrying on her back, "Think you could take a look at her for me?"

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

@Hekazu@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002@Gordian Nought@Big Dread If you have yet to PM me in regards to the Discord link, please do so as soon as possible, thank you!

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Tantalizing!

So we have Katia, a Sun Soul Monk, Sveinn, an Ancestral Guardian Barbarian, and Wick, a Knowledge Cleric/Archey Warlock.

I'm jumping with bated glee on who @Zverda and @Big Dread will bring to the battlefield.

@Gordian Nought

I am a Fallen Aasimar Vengence Oath Paladin

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

@The Harbinger of Ferocity Paladin is nearly a go. However when you get the chance can you please message me on discord as i have a couple questions i do not wish to post here. :3 I will also do my best to get Thea to you tonight but am unable to make that a promise as i do have an on the job interview today.

D&D Advanced [Searching for Group]

I am interested in punching people with a sword as a Paladin... I will be the only Paladin I don't hate

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@POOHEAD189 I honestly don't think we are waiting on anyone. The three Nobles are now in a closed room with the crow, so at most we three would be waiting on Dread, y'all can have your characters do whatever

The Hole: 1940s Magic Noir (High Casual-Low Advanced)

Aeron Khalil

“Guilt and rage, hatred and fear were pathways to weakness and clumsy choices.”
― Jonathan Maberry, Dust & Decay

Name: Aeron Khalil

Age: 25

Occupation: Italian Mob Daughter/Heiress

Race: WoofSquawk (Wolf-Bird)

Gender: Female

Height: 5’10” (1.7m)

Weight: 150lbs (68kg)

Descriptive Appearance:
When seen with her father, Aeron typically wears blouse (varying colors) and a pair of black slacks, black shoes accompanying the outfit. However, when on her own or simply wandering the streets she tends to favor clothing typically found on women in the 40s, occasionally wandering away from the dresses that she wore in favor of pants and a shirt with slits for her wings.

Personality:

• Fiercely Territorial
• Vocal
• Lacks a Filter
• Loyal
• Manipulative

Quirks:
When annoyed Aeron has a habit of tapping a well manicured claw against any solid surface, her eyes usually narrowed in a glare at the object of her annoyance. When angry she usually falls silent and her simple ‘annoyed’ glare turns to one that shows clear murderous intent.

background

Born to the head of the Italian Mafia and an Italian Singer, Aeron was once the picture perfect image of everything the man held dear… a Pure bloodline. She was raised with the mindset that she too would have to find a wolf to carry on the purity of the italian line, it was something that all Mafia Leaders found important, something her mother had not been there to protect her from. Aeron’s mother had passed away when she was only eight years of age, leaving her with only her father to raise her, to beat into her young mind that the only man she could ever be with seriously was a Wolf. Sure she could mess around with other species, but she could never be serious with them, it had to be a wolf, and preferably as close to the genesis as possible. If a child was impure it was neglected, all attention going to the heir rather than the child whom was born from one wolf parent and one non wolf.
That was how she was raised, how she had been told for years to think and to accept nothing less than the best. Then magic was discovered, and with that a way for her father to gain more power through favor with a God. He had gone nearly crazy with the want for it, had even gone so far as to give up the very thing that he and his family before him held to be most important… he gave up the purity of his bloodline, starting with his daughter.
On the morning of her 23rd birthday Aeron woke up with wings longer than her body and feathers in both her tail and hair. It took her a moment for the change to sink in, her sleep addled mind clearing and prompting her to let out a scream of horror. She couldn’t understand what had happened to her, or why it had happened, not at first anyway… not until her father came into her room to tell her what he had done. That alone was enough to infuriate her, her pure blood had been tainted because of her father’s greed, she was no longer considered clean because of him. Yelling ensued, she was furious, betrayed and even past that, past her hideous impurity her father mpw telling her that because of her impurity her Uncle would be taking over as head should anything ever happen to him. That alone was enough to destroy her, the one thing she had been groomed for throughout her childhood, stolen from her because of her Father’s greed.
In that moment, she planned on getting rid of her father for what he had done to her. She wasn’t sure how, but she was going to destroy him, take the Mafia and bend it to her will no matter what anyone thought of her appearance. It was the only thing she could do, she had to make it work otherwise she would just end up hating herself far more than she hated her father for what he had done. She was already terrified of going out to see those whom she had used to spend time with before, and that was doubly so for a male she had found herself growing rather fond of.
It’s been about a year and a half since she wandered out of her home where people could see her, she had spent her time learning everything she could about the magic that had been discovered. Delving into the depths of both the approved magics and those that were shunned by nearly everyone. If she was going to have to deal with the way that she looked thanks to what her father was, she was going to do everything within her Power to ensure that he paid for what he did to her. She was going to make him suffer, his death painful and slow. For now though? For now it was time for her to take a chance and get back out there, she couldn’t hide forever.

MAGIC SECTION HERE!

Specialization: Versatile

School of Magic Attended: Self Taught

Primary Deity Worshiped:

Permanent Sacrifice: Pending

• Deity Sacrifice was made to: Pending
• Reason behind Sacrifice: Pending
• What was Sacrificed: Pending

Equipment:

• Colt 1911 .45ACP
• Throwing knives (hidden)
• K-bar

Weapons:

• Colt 1911
• Mosin-Nagant
• The Mob has it, you better believe she can use it

Other:

youtu.be/G049LeVG6BI

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Ylva Sandvik

”People ask me how I do it
And I say there's nothing to it.
You just stand there looking cute
And when something moves, you shoot.”
-Tom Lehrer, The Hunting Song

Name: Ylva Sandvik

Age: 19

Occupation: Gun for Hire

Race: Brown Timber Wolf

Gender: Female

Height: 5’6” (1.6m)

Weight: 135lbs (61.3kg)

Descriptive Appearance:
Ylva doesn’t have much of a preference to her style, wearing anything from Skirts to jeans, tight tops to blouses and heels to shit kickers. The only ‘uniform’ she has is her Merc clothing, often consisting of a black shirt, black pants and black boots.

Personality:

• Playful
• Trigger Happy
• Serious when Working
• Overall Cheerful

Quirks:
Ylva has a twitchy finger, always looking for a reason to use one of her firearms whenever she can. She is simply a shoot first ask questions never type of person.

background

Raised in a loving home, Ylva wanted for nothing and needed for even less. She was a good student and kept her grades up the best she could, however, there was always something missing. As Playful and happy as she was, the young girl had a violent streak, and a really bad one at that. Wanting to try to give her an outlet, her parents bought her her first firearm, the .44 Webley, and took her to the range as often as they possibly could. This outlet seemed to work for awhile, giving the young wolf something to do other than pick fights at school and with the neighbor kids.
As the young girl grew older she focused more on her time with her firearms and once magic became a factor, she began to focus on that as well. While her school grades did not drop significantly, she was no longer a straight A student, forgoing her normal studies for those that taught her ways to manipulate the wind in her favor. It was because of her ability to mix her wind magic with her shooting that she became one of the better known mercenaries in the city at the age of 19. She was good at what she did, and it gave her the perfect outlet for her violent, trigger happy tendencies, being paid for it was simply a bonus.

MAGIC SECTION HERE!
Specialization: Wind

School of Magic Attended: School of Alteration

Primary Deity Worshiped: Meifeng

Permanent Sacrifice: No

Equipment:

• Spring assisted Blade
• Guitar case (Holds her Enfield)
• Business cards

Weapons:

• M1 Thompson
• .44 Webley
• Enfield
• Mills Bomb (British Frag Grenade) for good luck

Other:

youtu.be/7RybPdm1Hqk

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Theais Nightstalker

“Life asked death, ‘Why do people love me but hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.’”
—Author unknown

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Name: Theais Nightstalker

Age: 28

Occupation: Owner of the NightOwl

Race: Dragon Sub-Species

Gender: Female

Height: 6’ (1.8m)

Weight: 165lbs (75kg)

Descriptive Appearance:
Theais typically wears nothing but slacks and shirts that most people balk at, mostly because her shirts consist of nothing but coverage for her breasts. When ‘working’ outside the Bar that she runs, she is often seen wearing what could pass as a Bikini, armored boots and armored gloves with the occasional cape. She usually wears an array of earrings in her right ear, a couple of them are gold and Sapphire dangles while the rest are white gold studs. She rather enjoys the shock factor her state of dress can bring.

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Personality:

• Mentally Unstable
• Friendly
• Twisted
• Confident
• Resourceful

Quirks:
She suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder triggered by the murder of her family and she has an attraction to anything of any real value. If it’s shiny and valuable, chances are she is going to want it.

background

WIP, Writers block is a bitch

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MAGIC SECTION HERE!
Specialization: Necromancy

School of Magic Attended:

Primary Deity Worshiped: Draskeleth

Permanent Sacrifice: Yes

• Deity Sacrifice was made to: Draskeleth
• Reason behind Sacrifice: Wanted to bring her recently deceased younger Brother back to life, terrified of being left alone. However, due to him being freshly dead, she did not have enough power on her own to bring him back from the dead and thus, made a pact with Draskeleth.
• What was Sacrificed: Fear of Death/Dying

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Equipment:

• Ritual Dagger
• Spell book
• Black Candles
• Rune stones

Weapons:

• Ghostwalker (Sword, Family Heirloom)
• S&W Model 10
• Winchester 63 .22 LR Rifle

Other:

In the words of Orrick "Yeah, she is slightly insane but very friendly so don't be afraid to approach her. Just be careful cause she may want to use your body after you are dead."

youtu.be/ZL1LBle8rTI