[LFP][D&D 5E][Saturdays] A little of our game, and your chance to join

We are a 5e group, that plays on Saturday. The current party has a dragon-born Palidan and a Wood Elf Druid. On a escort mission, to a city that I forget the name of. The caravan was ambushed by a hoard of goblins, led by an orc. The party quickly dispatched the goblins, and managed to kill an assassin with hold person and the help of The might Jim. After that the groups amazing druid, convinced a man to wear a bucket on his head. The bucket turned out to be magical and made the man incredible smart. Later back at the city, the druid went into an inn. He wanted to sleep on the roof, how ever it hailed. The druid then tried to spoon the captain of the guard. Only to be rejected, and conclude that the captain had an inferiority complex. The next day the druid and his new dragon-born friend set of to get better weapons, and retrieve a bucket. Unfortunately the bucket had made the man smarter, so our heroic druid could not get it back. How ever, he was able to get gold from the man with the bucket. After that the two amazing heroes, were recruited again by the guard to help with another matter. This matter involved a fortress which had been taken, by another group of goblins and a black cloaked individuals. Seriously, what is with bad guys and goblins. Anyway, the two heroes were joined briefly by four others, in order to help with this matter. The fabulous druid turned himself, into an magnificent wolf. While the dragon-born ran head first into battle, with his mighty blade. The others did stuff to help as well. But Jim this time punished a formidable foe with many arrows, the foe was none other than an evil piece of wood. After that the part rested in the court yard, while our handsome druid took a much need urination on a corpse. Then suddenly the cent building in the fortress blew up, and everything went dark. The next thing the group knew, they were in a thorn room with a god. The god had brought them back from death 100 years later when this group of dark cloak wearing edge lords had taken over the word. The god had given them modification to they're bodies, and had given the new weapons. He then sent them to go negotiate with some bug people. Like that was going to happen, the group just ended up killing everyone. The druid then opened a tree. Through which the druid and the dragon-born, went to the druid's home land. The druid's forest had been decimated, and only the elder tree remained. The druid in-raged by this, told the god 'whom brought him back' to go fuck himself. The druid then brought back the whole of his forest using his might magic and druid knowledge. He then awakened a tree, and marched to a city on it. There the group was stopped by a group of gaurds, to which the party fought. The group was then interrupted by two individuals. One of which was a grand dutchus, whom asked the party to take back her city. The party agreed to, and then went into the city sewers where they fought rats. Join the adventure, make an application. Name: Age: DnD background: -------------------------- Possible Character. Race: Class:

What time do you play?

Name:  Toasted Age: 20 DnD background: 1.5 years, 3 campaigns. Though 1 campaign was more of a gag game, it was hilarious (I played a tone deaf minotaur bard). -------------------------- Possible Character. Fenryr - The human ranger, a bastard child left to die in the streets. He was taken in by the local barracks and taught how to wield bow and arrow to deadly precision. Later he would come to form a sibling like bond with another resident of the shabby establishment. Lyra, another abandoned orphan whom until Fenryr approached her, had never spoken with anyone. One night tragedy struck and his comrades along with his sister were struck down. In desperation Fenryr sought out help, and he found it or rather it found him. He was promised a way to save his sister, little did he know this would come at the cost of his sanity. The next morning his sister was gone and as he stared into the mirror, the eyes that stared back at him were not his own, but Lyra's.  ~ Hi nice to meet you. Listen, could you do me a small favor? Could you go and die so I don't have to look at you anymore? Don't take it personally, I just hate you in every way imaginable. Race:  Human Class: Ranger/Rogue

Name:  Lucifer Age:  25 DnD background:  7+ years. Several campaigns. (Don't actually know how many) Most of which have been 5e. I have other current campaigns and have room for more. -------------------------- Possible Character: Maximilian: a Tiefling born from a Human family. Fortunately for him, his family loved him, even with his cursed blood. However, what was to come from him, was even more unexpected. At an age of "maturity" Max started to feel... strange. But anytime he brought it up to his parents, he was told that "this is the time when your body goes through changes. It's normal, for your age." Thinking almost nothing of it, these "changes" continued. One night they (the changes) exploded during the night, during a dream. His powers destroyed his families farm. None of them knew what happened, but Max had a "feeling" that it was he who was the cause. After another year or so, he started having to cover his left arm. Max started to grow scales and was absolutely sure, even with his already evident malformation, that this was NOT normal. Race: Tiefling Class:  Sorcerer

 Yeah, what time does the game run, please? Potentially interested in applying if the times work. 

Since you asked, the time starts at 8:30 cst.

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Name: Zechariah Age: 21 DnD background: 3.5  years, I've played a bunch of adventures league campaign's and one shots as well as a few homebrew ones with serious character development -------------------------- Possible Character. The fiercest warrior of the Ngakuen tribe of the grasslands is a youngling named Grark only 20 years of age because most of the tribe were grumpy old coots that were at death's door. One day they were attacked by a previously peaceful Lizardfolk tribe who had grown desperate due to the recent extreme lack of food. Grark fought hard and felled 2 warriors before being knocked unconscious by the captain of the Lizardfolk tribe with a giant club. He was thought dead, and the Lizardfolk left him after their victory over the Tortles and they went back home satisfied that they didn't have to share the lands with anyone else anymore and could have all the food to themselves. Grark was found days later by some travelers days later and taken to the nearest holy place in a city near the grasslands. The clerics there found some potential in Grark and decided to teach him their ways, which he studied up until he reached his full maturity at age 40. These men were very old and before he reached his 41st birthday each of them had passed away from some diseases and illnesses that occur from old age. He solemnly watched each of them die and the very last one gave him a command. To rebuild the temple, and find the truth. Now Grark sets out on his journey, eager to explore and follow his master's commands. Race: Tortle Class: Cleric