Start time is every Friday at 6:30 pm AZ time now (AZ)
Game requirements-
New to roll20 no problem but I DO REQUIRE seasoned Dungeons
and dragons 3.5 role players
I'm looking for adult players, NOT rules lawyers or power
gamers.
Defeatist attitudes are not welcome.
AND if you are the kind of person that these few little
stipulations drive away; GOOD I didn't want you in my game anyway!!!
I don't use the video/audio on the site you need to have
Discord (audio only).
My name on discord is "Muh ha ha ha#0911"
You’ll have to make your character with me.
NO, I'M NOT AN NAZI I JUST KNOW WHAT I DON'T WANT.
3rd lvl now
My campaign is very dark, it is a very difficult life for
any character. This is a 3rd level game now. My players need to work together
very well, otherwise, they tend to crash and burn (die). I don't want a world
of revolving characters. I need and want a steady continuum for a PC, so make
your characters well, and play them well, and play them well together, if you
don't well I only have one acronym for ya - TPK.
READ ON!!!
The year is 2701 DR and this is the world fraught with
strife. Torrel was the world where adventure was to be had and life was fine.
The original adventuring group had made it to the big bad demon god that shall
not be named, the one that was behind the scenes, the one that was pulling the
strings for the total domination of the world.
When it was all said, and done the party dropped the
proverbial ball. When the party finally came upon the god that shall not be
named this being was imprisoned in a 2-mile tall statue of itself floating in
the plane of limbo. The party found themselves standing over the heart area of
the statue surrounded by thousands of demons coming in to take them out and to
retrieve the key (a small feather floating about 2 inches off the
"ground". Before the forthcoming inevitable battle, the leader of the
group (Laney) figured on a plan (not telling anybody else, not even me the DM)
and ported away to parts unknown. As soon as the rest of the party realized
what had happened (that Laney was gone) the cleric took the remaining members
and ported away to safety BUT the feather had hitched a ride on the NPC that
was on all fours over the feather. The demon god that shall not be named was
then released. Laney had then reappeared, to her surprise everybody was gone.
Laney then at that point had quickly fallen to the will and might of the demon
god that shall not be named. With her powers and possessions stripped she was
imprisoned within the statue, her unborn twins were rendered from her and
merged together to form the vessel of the newly released demon god that shall
not be named and she was tortured for what seemed like an eternity by this
entity. The party returned shortly after to rescue her and they did.
Upon the demon god that shall not be named release a
cornucopia of unspeakable actions occurred. Vastly powerful spells that were
designed by said god that were in waiting (for eons) sprang into effect. One
such act, in fact, were that portals to the abyss hundreds of feet across and
high that had opened all over the surface of Torrel allowing millions and
millions of demons per portal to spread across the land. Life ran for its life,
80% of life was snuffed out within the first 24 hours, the rest of life ran to
the under dark and deep dark, some of the more able-bodied (powerful) figures
in existence took to exiting the material plane just to find out that the
crystal sphere had become scarred over due to an unexpected and unwanted side
effect of certain spells that deteriorated over the course of those waiting
eons and that all entrance and exit to the material plane was cut off and none could
not re-enter. Not even the gods could figure it out. Not even the demon god
that shall not be named could undo what was done. The leader of the
party-Laney, managed to send a message in the form of an oracle just before the
cosmic "door" closed to find the sparks of life that would help
figure out what has happened to form the inside and to help her make things
right in the world but the oracle had gotten "lost" in time and
space.
On the other side of the coin, the demons had found
themselves in a bad way as well. Being the new predominate race on the planet
they found that once they were killed they would no longer pop back to the
abyss, they would just die, so over time and war with what was left of life and
with each other they had found that their ranks thinned and the mindset had
changed from total chaos to more of an enclave mindset. Not to mention the fact
that their ability to call for instant backup from other demons no longer
functioned and the realization that they were no longer immortal, set the race
to enact an ancient set of skills called steampunk and used the untold numbers
of the undead to fight for them and to help in augmenting their abilities, with
steampunk and the undead the balance of power was maintained for hundreds of
years. Only a very few places of life on the surface of the planet managed to
keep a hold, dig in and survive. Over time and war, life slowly fought its way
back to the surface of the planet and during this long and painful struggle
stole the sciences of steampunk and striped the demonic out of construction and
used it to help offset their own shortcomings. One of many such shortcomings is
the fact that magic was disrupted in many ways and that the very use of magic
had begun to destroy the land around the caster with almost every application
of the direct use of raw magic. Another said shortcoming is that any magic that
must do with extra-dimensional ability no longer functioned and that any spells
that had any elemental descriptors were hampered unless augmented by alchemical
means. These with many other problems too soon follow proved to be the bitter
and hard struggle and survival for "life".
Alchemy, the realm of mortals once was a fringe concept of
mage's and the like now became the mainstay of war and progress for life in
general. Alchemy, steampunk, and mechanics combined with magic slated the
effects of ecological destruction caused by normal casting. Many things came of
this amalgam, hence what was once a rare sight now is commonplace, the
construct a feature of alchemy, steam, and magic over time took on a life of
its own and what was born from war and necessity was the war forged. After many
centuries, the war forged rose above their other "non-sentient"
artificer constructed brethren, broke the shackles of ownership and general
condemnation for not being "natural" and took their independence.
Most had found new freedoms in the wild and carved out a slice of existence for
themselves. Unfortunately, the war forged that life among the rest of society
still suffer from the social indignation of racism and are still considered 2nd
class citizens in most of "life's" eyes. And so, continues the war
and battle for a peaceful equal co-existence.
Over the centuries, the vast armies of undead had started to
became too much for the dwindling numbers of demons to control themselves and
the intelligent entities among the masses of un-death arrested control of many
of the numbers of their kind from the grip of control of demon kind. Taking the
reins of freedom, the masses of un-death forged a kingdom for themselves and
continue to restock the numbers by going forth into war with life and demons
alike.
So here we are 1000 years later the world has been torn
apart and laid waste, it is split into all manner of different factions: the
good, neutral and evils of life, demons, undead and the living constructs not
to mention everything else that was created after or what might be left from
the time before the A-POC began. Life struggles to maintain itself, the oracle
has not reached its intended target yet and the world looks bleak. Is there a
light at the end of this long dark dangerous tunnel or is it just a lost cause?
Do you have the spark the oracle is looking for, come and find out and take the
challenge, play A POC and see if you have what it takes?