We have a homebrew campaign with three players, looking for a fourth to join us. It is a good mix of difficult combat, great roleplaying and discovery. GM uses great tools to bring the world to life, and is dedicated to advancing the players backstories with the main story. We play weekly on Mondays 8EST. We use Roll20, Discord and DndBeyond for maps, voice and characters. Current Players: Piers Tussa- Half-Elf Cleric Quinlan Fiskar Jr.- Human Bard Naz Tanglewood- Gnome Wizard Come join us in a great game! PM me if interested. Game Description Below: One hundred years ago when humans, elves and dwarves were at the height of their decadence, the King-Priest of Ishtar unleashed a foulness upon the planet of gaia. In his arrogance he sought to dethrone the gods and rule the heavens himself. The gods so angered with the King-Priests flagrant disrespect sought to destroy their creations and hurled a fiery mountain upon the King-Priests head. From the collision site a foul mist spread. The mist caused sickness to everything in its wake the living slowly changed to deformed shadows of their former selves. The mist covers most of the known world now save a small island chain in the middle of a vast ocean. All races that were able to fled the mainlands to this small but strange island chain. Elves, dwarves, and humans have made city's on the chain of islands each claiming islands (or a single island in the case of the elves) of their own, distrustful and simultaneously tolerating the others. There is one island where a glimmer of hope resides. An island where the races put aside their differences to train with the last remaining masters of the old ways. On this island is a tower called the Jade Institute. The headmaster, an absent minded old wizard, started the first and only school on the islands the locals watched him bring the tower into existence. From then on he and his staff of masters have taught the old ways of magic martial prowess and even of the gods who's nightly portraits have recently disappeared from their place among the constellations. The hundred years have not been kind on the relationships between the races that now reside in the chain of islands. Each becoming more and more distrustful of the rest. The now small world seems poised on the brink of oblivion, a dried heap of kindling just awaiting a spark. Gods ever toying with the strings of fate have given Gaia a chance however. They did so in a small band of recent graduates each answering a personal calling they believe is their own.
