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fruitywardrobe · 3 years

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[the following is an excerpt from my favorite d&d character that I’ve had the privilege to play: Tors, a changeling Rogue and formidable lesbian]

I owe you my story, it seems. I suppose it’s only fair.

My earliest memory is waking up early in the morning, hungry and sick. I was in an orphanage in Yrensera, a small town south of Oxpond City. I was maybe four.

Before then, I don’t remember. The matron told me I was found on the doorstep one morning, no note or compensation. I was old enough I didn’t need to be breastfed, so I was given to one of the assistants until I was old enough to walk and talk. She gave me the name Tors. But they did nothing to stop the bullying. Some of it was encouraged. No one had met another changeling before, but I wasn’t to be trusted. I learned to be sneaky and charming at a young age. I had to be.

I ran away when I was maybe eight or nine. I doubt they sent anyone after me. I took to the streets of Oxpond Capital, stealing food, coin, or whatever I deemed good. I perfected my ability to be unnoticeable. Or so I thought. I slept on the docks one night, a year or so of doing that. Don’t recommend, I had to make do with rope as a cushion. When suddenly BAM there was cannon fire. I didn’t recognize the ship, but I knew it was pirates. They didn’t even breach the wall though, I saw them send off a few people to the dockhouse. I had an epiphany. Who better to cast my lot with than a buch of fellow thieves? I’d never been on a boat for more than a couple of minutes before but I didn’t care. I snuck onto the ship and hid. Of course, it didn’t take them too long to find me. They don’t take too kindly to stowaways, but I convinced the captain, a triton man, that I’d be useful. He introduced himself as Captain Henry Drowngill, and his ship was the legendary Tidemaster. He and the navigator, a human woman named Shale, practically adopted me. It was the best life I could’ve asked for. The crew was a family, and we could take home wherever we wanted.

When I was almost fifteen, we traded out some old hands. One of the new recruits was a cranky man named Peter. And he hated me. At that time I was practically first mate. I’m still not sure what it was he didn’t like; I was young, a girl, or a changeling. He was a sour piece of work himself, and didn’t get along with many others. It wasn’t long before he was angry enough... We were near shore one night. Shale was keeping watch in the crow’s nest. Drowngill was asleep in his cabin. The rest of us slept in our quarters. I awoke, suddenly falling out of my hammock, warm blood running down my cheek and neck, Peter stumbling over me with a knife and smelling like liquor. He lurched again, but I scrambled back. I should’ve called for help, but I could only think to get away. I jumped overboard and swam to shore and just ran. I ran until my knees buckled. I traveled to the dwarven kingdom and resumed my life as a thief until I was contacted by the Caspian Couriers in Buldar. They’re a network of black market dealers, thieves, and assassins. They had noticed me in Oxpond, years ago, and were impressed. They promised me training and freedom from the tyranny of the world. I was more than familiar with the injustices of the ruling class. I acccepted almost without thought. So I trained for a year. I spent the next years living, not proudly, but aquainting myself with things I had not known previously. Good food and drink. Companionship. Nice clothes and weapons. I could suddenly afford them myself for the small price of nicking valuables from someone else. I was not high ranking by any means, but I was good at what I did, and reliable.

That brings us to almost two years ago. I was in Na’assari when Saddai’s Rest, the elven capital sky city, fell. Shortly , the night seemed to engulf Na’assari and swallow it. I was one of a handful of survivors that escaped , and bore witness to the form of Lord Montecroix, the Great Necromancer from legend. And I fought with my sudden awareness of my standing in the world. I shortly was assigned on a mission in Silverroad, where I found that the couriers had been infiltrated. I cut myself off from the Couriers, well, I tried. They’ve been hunting me down ever since. We know they’re working with Montecroix.

That’s kinda it, I think.

Do.... you have any questions?

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fancyplastic · 3 years

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Hey guys!

My friends and I have been streaming our D&D games on Twitch every Saturday from 7-10 EST. It would mean the world to all of us if you could check us out!

https://twitch.tv/innxcence1

Here’s our list of the Nat Disaster crew and our characters in the Chronicles of Rilin, vol. 1.

Ash, the Dm

Wren, as Tors, a Changeling Rogue

Finn, as Von Vanderpool (vampire bloodhunter, deceased) and Eden (satyr fighter/warlock)

River (no longer playing), as Talon, a human cleric

Zach, as Gwain (goliath sorcerer, deceased), Frisk (Goblin cleric/monk), and Gwain (half-orc barbarian/ranger)

Talyor (currently not playing), as Dusty (dragonborn barbarian, deceased) and Rayvgar (aasimar warlock, deceased)

Brandon (joining soon), as Notscath (firbold druid, deceased) and ????

Raph, as Monsoon, a water genasi druid

I can promise wacky hijinks, found family, gays bonding, and magical face-palming!

Art coming soon!

Asks are open!

#d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #new campaign #twitch #d&d dice #asks open #follow #gaming #NatDisasters #Chronicles of Rilin #found family #ttrpg #original rpg

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