Visionary Tales
If this is your first visit to the New VT, you'll need to create a new account. Visit the archive to view posts from Old VT.UPDATE!! 5/16/19: Archive site available at http://archive.visionary-tales.com

Show Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.


Messages - bloodypages

Pages: 1
1
Tabletop / Re: [5e] Strange Tides & Wild Rides
« on: May 30, 2019, 05:05:09 PM »
Amentis furrowed his brow, looking to the hobgoblin curiously. “If you wish to lead, then hold onto the notice. I will be back when I have properly outfitted myself.” For the first time in their interaction Amentis sounded and looked a lot more like an old man than previously. The stress was written all over his face. He looked to the tortle and The selkie. “I’ll meet up with you all once I’ve collected my gear.” With that he spun on his heel and quickly made his way back to the temple of the Raven Queen.

He turned into his meager living quarters and eyed the foot locker at the base of the bed, locked thrice over and engraved with runes to make an illusion of being trapped. One slender hand of his ran over the oak top, and he shook his head. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Here in the solitude of his small residence, he buried his head into his hands.

“Is this what you would want, Miria? Is this the good you meant for me?” After ten minutes, he looked up with puffy eyes, unlocking the chest to remove his armor and other gear, only to see a hefty book at the bottom, decorated in floral patterns in the leather. He closed the box immediately, not wanting to touch it for fear of falling deeper into his reminiscing.

He stopped where he kept his shield, looking to it. “If it is your will, my queen...” he muttered, taking his shield and heading out to meet the youngsters he was going to join.

2
Playroom / Re: DnD 5e adventure
« on: May 14, 2019, 07:45:10 PM »
I'm open to suggestions. I recommend Saturday/Sunday as flexible times because I am going to be open on both of those days, except if I have to work overtime in the mornings on Saturdays. Of course, this will all be up to discussion if we get a solid group together.

3
Playroom / DnD 5e adventure
« on: May 13, 2019, 05:38:23 PM »
Good afternoon fellow adventurers! My weekends are about to free up immensely and I am looking to run an adventure for a party of five to seven adventurers. If this is of an interest to you, feel free to vote on your preferred day of the week and feel free to comment the time you would be available.

There are a number of options available for the campaign. I can run the following

Hoard of the Dragon Queen/Rise of Tiamat  lvl 1-17
Tomb of annihilation 1-20
Homebrew Dungeon 3-15
Homebrew adventure 1-18

4
Tabletop / Re: [5e] Strange Tides & Wild Rides
« on: May 13, 2019, 04:58:20 PM »
Amentis’ expression hardened, lines and scars seeming invisible on his timeless face coming to the fore as the fellow spoke of corruption “It could be any number of things, may I have a look there? I’ve been around and might know it’s origin.” He held his hand out to inspect the posting, not wanting to just rip it from the selkie’s grasp. the talk of corruption concerned him. It could be those of whom he feared most, or maybe some subsidiary thereof, but he didn’t want to think of it quite yet. There were many things that he had decided to keep under lock and key, all tied to something hundreds of years past.

He shifted slightly, getting a better look at some of the other postings curiously before looking at the bottommost sheet. “Perhaps they wish to snuff out bribery in political office?” His arms crossed shortly after and his brow furrowed, “i doubt that is their true intention, though. This seems a lot like propaganda.” His tone never changed; the soft slightly accented voice cutting through the din of the town square, his eyes darting between the hobgoblin and the selkie.

5
Tabletop / Re: [5e] Strange Tides & Wild Rides
« on: May 11, 2019, 11:55:05 AM »
Amentis eyed the town square from his bench, foot idly tapping a rhythm. His passive investigation of the area yielded little results as he scoped out the area. Old habits die hard when you’re used to preserving self and country. He was not a good man many years past, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be. His eyes lingered on the job board, now surrounded by people eyeing it curiously. As he stood to move towards it, all of the alarm bells in his mind went off and he was immediately looking for ways to escape should he need a quick exit. Amentis had to remind himself that it wasn’t his job anymore, that he had to play up his cover. And so, he made an attempt to seems like the calm, collected cleric of the Raven Queen that he was.

It was a short distance to cover, but eventually, he stood a few feet behind glancing briefly between the selkie and the hobgoblin before staring at the board, curious as to what had garnered the man’s attention. “A fine day to be looking for work, sir. Can I assist you with anything?” 

With that Amentis shifted slightly away from the two to move closer to the job board. Gloved hands fingered some of the prank postings and he shook his head, muttering under his breath. “Juvenile.”

6
Tabletop / Re: [5e] Strange Tides & Wild Rides
« on: May 08, 2019, 10:17:04 AM »
Graveyards are beautiful in their own special way, he thought. Quietly the high elf cleric took a seat on a bench in the center of the sprawling graveyard. If you ignored the writing on the headstones, it was little more than a well decorated garden. As if in stark contrast to the beautiful flowers, the grayscale that was the high elf’s wardrobe was as if he himself was drained of color, when in reality he was just wearing his order’s colors. Every day he came here to sanctify the ground as his clerical duties dictated, and to visit one headstone in particular. The sun shone through the trees, bouncing off the marble, basalt, and granite headstones like water, reflecting off the dew on some of the flowers on the headstone before him. The morning had been relatively uneventful, but he liked days like this.

Tranquility was not something he had experienced for a long count of years. Quietly, he stacked a pile of pebbles one by one before tossing one into the pristine cairn to scatter them. The basalt stone scattered the pile, sending a small obsidian black pebble flying towards the wall closest to the harbor. His brow furrowed and he stood from the bench, simultaneously scattering the pebbles with his foot. He adjusted his shirt and went back into the temple to don his gear. Ten minutes past, and he exited the temple, decked out in his scale mail, holy symbol and spear substituting a staff. He opted to head into the town to see what had prompted such a drastic shift in the weave of fate, though onlookers would not see the look of concern on the high elf’s face. A calm serenity was his default state of being. He had seen many things in his long life and was open to the possibilities that a shift in fate could hold for him, a simple steward of the recently deceased and servant of the mistress of fate itself.

He made his way into the town square, finding a spot to sit, waving to those he knew personally and nodding in acknowledgement to those who recognized his station. Those in this town knew him as Amentis Valdric, and that was how he would refer to himself until further notice. Without much of a word to anyone, he quietly rounded the town square, thinking back to his arrival here to Tidefall. He had spent the last of his coin buying his passage, but he did not regret his decision to do so one bit. After all, his life was a bit of a mess.

7
Tabletop / Re: Character Sheets
« on: May 07, 2019, 09:57:38 PM »


8
Playroom / Re: D&D: Session One!
« on: May 04, 2019, 05:43:10 PM »
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays are my only free days. Mostly because I run a game on Thursdays and am in one on Wednesday and one on weekends going over Saturday/Sunday.

Pages: 1