Hello everyone browsing this forums, hope you all had a great new year. I am starting up
a new campaign that will likely be long running. This campaign has some unique
rules and challenges and is also a slight modification on a campaign I’ve run
in the past. Survival and escape are the goals and there will be a high
likelihood of character death. It’s pretty much guaranteed, actually. In this campaign, players do not get to make their
own characters. I have made 50 commoners, all of whom are individuals with
pre-setup personalities and skills. Players will choose which of the 50
characters they want to play at the start of the session and roleplay as that
character. They’ll all be common folk and there is a wide variety of races and
backgrounds, so lots of potential for everyone to work with. As the characters
grow in level, players can build them as they see fit. It’s just the start of
the character that’s already set in stone. Here are some more nitty-gritty details. Day and Time: Sundays at 12pm (noon) EST. Most sessions will go
around 3 hours long. Number of players: 5 System: D&D 5e. Content: All officially published source books, the only
homebrew being used is a modification of this Commoner Class: <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9fwgwF-ROH-STM0czd6Sml1TjA/view?resourcekey=0-KnOIqZEfviG_0H2HrpamBA" rel="nofollow">https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9fwgwF-ROH-STM0czd6Sml1TjA/view?resourcekey=0-KnOIqZEfviG_0H2HrpamBA</a> Leveling: Experience Points Style of Play: Lots of combat, but the ability to roleplay
different characters is expected so bring your acting hat. Difficulty: High level of difficulty with a focus on
survival, this could easily turn into a meat grinder as resources for
resurrection will be nearly non-existent so once a character is dead, they are
gone. There are 50 characters for a reason. Communication: Discord Method of Gaming: Roll20
I already have four players signed up, so I’m looking for one more. If you are
interested, please reply to this post or send me a direct message. For those who are still interest after reading all of that, here is a flavor text blurb outlining the campaign prologue: In the year 3556, the fifth age of the expanded galactic
calendar, travel between the stars is a regular occurrence. Hundreds of planets
are now populated, dozens of different races intermingling in a swirl of
disparate and unique cultures as even those of relatively modest income can
afford to pay for a ticket on an aether ship. The magic powered technologies of
the modern age have made life unrecognizable to generations born a thousand
years ago. Jumping through the aether streams was once a dangerous prospect
only the bravest of sailors and most skilled of wizards attempted. Now,
however, with ley line beacons set up, aether ships can fly between the stars
without fear of going of course. The A.S Bastillone set sail from the planet Falcinor
Prime with the intention of arriving at the resort planet Eos after a week of
travelling the aether streams that link the stars. With a crew of more than a
thousand and a passenger count triple those numbers, the Bastillone is one of
the largest, and safest, transport vessels in the Galactic Empire. When the
people bought their tickets and boarded the marvel of advanced magics, they did
so with the confidence that they would arrive at their destination in safety
and comfort. But that is not what happened. On the last of three planned aether stream jumps, as it
came out of the blindness of the aether, the Bastillone was suddenly put on
emergency evacuation status. Passengers were sent to safety pods, told to keep
strapped into their seats, and very little else. In the panic of the moment,
those travelers who managed to make it onto Escape Pod 4 thought they could
hear explosions coming from somewhere distant on the ship. Seconds later, the
pod doors were shut and the pod was launched, not into the cold, gentle embrace
of deep space, but into the burning freefall of a planet’s atmosphere. Escape Pod 4 landed hard, its structure bent and twisted
from impact with the surface, but the fifty passengers on board came out of the
crash landing relatively unscathed. As the men and women, most strangers to
each other, crawled out from the wreckage to stare about at the burning ship
debris that surrounded them, it became obvious to all that the dry, desert,
barren world around them was not the tropical planet Eos. As they looked to the
sky and saw more or the burning debris that had been their ship rain down, they
knew that there was no chance of the Bastillone ever flying them back up to the
stars again. As the howling wind of an unknown planet swept around
them, all had the same thought pass through their minds.
“We are alone.”
