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When the DM says a joke event will happen when you roll a natural 20, and then this happens.
@elsanna4eva (Quinn) and @brandy08 (Kavan) added some lovely improvements to our map for tonightâs campaign.
Our homebrew owlbear from tonightâs campaign. Freyja's mini included for scale.
Kavan's Backstory: Part 2
Kavan and Naava walked from village to village for the nextfew years, Kavan taking odd jobs people had when nature became a problem. She had to remove snakes and help redirect animals where civilization had moved in, but her favorite was to help find poachers. She never spoke much to those who hired her, because she didnât feel the need for other companions; Naava was enough for her. She never accepted money; material goods only slowed her down. She would only trade her services for something she could use such as bread, milk, or medicine. They continued to live this way, traveling from town to town.
Kavan/ brandy08 and her fox, Naava. Drawn by elsanna4eva with help from some references.
Kavan's Backstory: Part 1
Kavan was born in a castle. Not a traditional castle, but a castle nonetheless. It was a fortress of trees that had grown together into one massive trunk. Unfortunately, the years were hard on the tree and it becamehollow, but it made a nice home for the small druid family. Kavan loved theirhome, and itâs where she learned to speak the Sylvan language. Her parents taught her to be kind and respectful of all creatures, regardless of their outward appearance. She learned early on that every creature deserved to be treated as though they were her family, even the ones she found a little creepy. She quickly gained the forestâs love and could roam freely without fear. Â She was naturally curious and often found herself in peculiar situations, but with the help of the woodland creatures and her parents, she managed to grow into a young lady.
Out of the Frying Pan...
With all eight of the Fab Protags finally in one place, Midik reveals more of their quest: in order to find the key to the castle from which the undead pour, they must journey to the tombs of three legendary warriors, beginning with the tomb of a long-dead dwarf. Despite the reservations of paladin Heath Barre and the tea-related antics of Cha-nanzi and Barrel, the group heads out, following Quinn into the night, much to Midik's chagrin.
Not entirely sure of their path, our heroes continue down the road, unaware of the danger waiting in the darkness, and suddenly...
Secret Orcs.
Coat of Arms for the Fab Protags. Drawn by elsanna4eva/Quinn.
Barrel and Avarice traveled from town to town. Barrel healed and helped where he could while Avarice collected the rewards from everything she could in order to make ends-meet. She found that Barrel had a bad habit for never reaping where he sewed, so she took it upon herself finding ways to apply...
It's been updated and finished! I hope you enjoy it!
Avariceâs Story! Part 2
Avariceâs Story! Part Two
Avarice swore on Sohâs last breath that she would never grow so attached to a human ever again. She had lived in the monastery long enough to have seen her fair share of dying/dead humans. Never before had the weight of their fragility felt so heavy on her heart. Soh had been the man she formally recognized as her father after the passing of her biological father. The grief hardened her heart even further. Â
The Personal Journal of Heath Barre, Paladin of Mildred
Journal Entry 1:
Father has decided I am to be sent to live and study with the followers of Mildred, a minor Deity of Order, Justice, and Valor. As the third son of a lesser noble, I am an insurance policy should my elder brothers meet untimely ends, and I rather think he simply wants me out from underfoot. This suits me well, as the enclave I will be sent to is in a peaceful part of the land, and I should have ample time for my studies. Mildred was a librarian many thousands of years ago, and elevated to her godhood for her stellar work organizing the Great Library of Windfall in the midst of civil strife and a dragon invasion. It is said her superb cataloging system allowed her to find the full names of any wayward dragons that threatened the city, and by aid of bullhorn she was able to scold them from afar and send them back home to their mothers with their tails tucked between their legs. Another tale has her utilizing the hairpins in her bun to fend off swarms of direbats that had taken to roosting in one of the library towers during her predecessor's reign. Unfortunately for me, Mildred was of the "fit of body, fit of mind" school of thought, so I imagine my duties may include some light jogging as well. With good fortune, though, this will not take up too much of my time. I look forward to this new venture, and am eager to see what the future has in store.
Barrel's Aside: Secret Orcs
Barrel felt like much the party had been fed up with the way Middik had revealed his plans to them. Heath, the ledger of a prominent paladin order, had been summoned just as the rest of them had. He arrived late into the meeting with Middik and seemed rather upset with the happenings... and especially so with Middik. The mysterious Middik revealed a few of his intentions to the party and told them that they must recover an item of great importance from a dwarven tomb which he could not enter. This was key to the cessation of the undead attacks upon the land where they currently found themselves. Quinn stormed out of the tavern and into the night when Middik said that his quest was of a rather pressing nature. Barrel wondered why she was so brash but decided that some action was better than none at all. The location of his task for the party had been marked on their maps, so at least they would not be lost. Not wanting to leave a member of the party to their own devices, Barrel chose to follow after Quinn. The other members reluctantly followed as well. The adventurers found themselves walking in darkness. Barrel wondered if Quinn realized that everyone was following her decision. He was not particularly pleased to be following after the party became silent. "There should be some communication." he thought. Barrel questioned to himself whether the party needed a leader or not. He felt that the party was not well put together. "Many here may not have faith... in themselves or a higher power..." he thought. Barrel wondered if hardships or trials may eventually bring this diverse group of personalities together. As fortune would have it, they would all soon have their chance to bond further.
Avarice's Story! Part 1
Avarice was born in a small village beside the mountains. It was a place where flora and fauna merged perfectly into one beautiful scene. The evergreen trees lined the edge of the village and the mountains covered the northern edge. The village was home to a small group of purebloods who wanted to distance themselves from the nobility within the progressing world. They wanted to escape the wars and the royals and live in peace.
Barrel's Story! Part 2
After much traveling Barrel came upon a certain town. The town was rather large, having many nearby smaller villages that used the town as a center of business and trade. Barrel made his way to the heart of the town and inquired as to the whereabouts of those in need. He was directed to a monastery on the outskirts of the town. It seemed rather old to Barrel. "What-ho faithful monks!" Barrel exclaimed to the rather surprised clergy, monks, and acolytes that saw his hulking figure barreling forward toward them. After some initial hesitance, they came to accept Barrel for what he was: Barrel was a self-made cleric and free healer that traveled as he pleased and answered to no mortal.Â
Barrel's Story! Part 1
It began with an unwanted child. As a half-elf abandoned by parents that could not keep a halfbreed child, young Barrel grew up between homes for wayward children and various religious establishments. Barrel grew more slowly than the other children due to his elven ancestry. Time seemed a bit more kind to him than others. This kindness was hard realized after much alienation from his peers. After much traveling with the monastery of Pelor, the Deity of strength, the sun, goodness and healing, Barrel stayed with the monks to train himself for five years into the perfect emissary of Pelor. He grew to the height for 6ft. 4in. when he matured and weighed well over two-hundred pounds of well sculpted muscle. He became brawny and grew a coarse mustache to accent his gentle smile. He reached his prime strength and grew restless using such immense strength for the chores of a preist.Â
Rare break in character here: holy crap, you people like the shit post!
But in all seriousness, thanks for the likes and reblogs, and getting some of our story out there. We'll try to continue to live up to the lofty standards of fecal humor that post has set. Knowing us, it probably won't be hard.
- Britt
And That's Our Story
And So it Begins...
The First Step is the Hardest
Our Story So Far
Out of the Frying Pan...
  - Barrel's Aside
... And Into the Fire