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The Sons and Daughters of Tragedy To those who know the true cost of the night, You hear the whispers in every tavern. You see the fear in the eyes of every farmer whose livestock is found torn apart. The creatures of shadow are not just stories; they are a plague, and they take from us with impunity. They took from me. My name is Alexander Campos. I am the last of my family, my home reduced to ashes and memory by the very darkness we fear. I am not special in my loss—I am one of many. But I have chosen to stop mourning in silence and start answering back with a sharpened blade. I am founding a new family, forged not from blood, but from shared purpose and shared pain. We are The Sons and Daughters of Tragedy. We are not a militia for a king, nor a guild for profit. We are a shield. We stand on the edge of the wild places, in the dark where others will not go. We bear the burden of this war so that others may live in peace. We hunt, we track, and we purge the dark spawn from their dens. Our mission is one of vengeance for the fallen, and protection for the living. I am not asking for heroes seeking glory. I am calling to those who have a fire in their heart that only justice can quench. I am looking for those who are not afraid to carry a heavy load so that another’s shoulders may be light. If these words find a home in your heart, seek me out. We will teach you to fight. We will give you a purpose for your pain. You will have a family that understands your loss. Seek out Alexander Campos to pledge your blade. Do not let your tragedy be the end of your story. Let it be your strength. — Alexander Campos For the Fallen. For the Future.
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Assemble the Navy - Ravenmire
dlux_alex replied to Javert's topic in Grand Principality of Ravenmire
Good stuff! Awesome work on the layout! -
The Maritime System - Book 3/4 - TradeShip Mechanics
dlux_alex replied to i.uomini's topic in Miscellany
fantastic idea! -
Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Hello, hag and well met", comments Dalex Greybeard. He crouches in the small, dank tent as he walks towards the "hag" to take a seat. "I come from a far away land and a seemingly even further time", Dalex looks off into the distance on nothing in particular and exhales longingly. "In another life I was a King Warrior. I fought for peace through power. Elves and Orcs learned to fear our small town of farmers, until..." Dalex again strares off into the dimlly lit corner of the tent. "Until I was betrayed by two of my closest warriors and exiled. This was many, many years ago and now i find pleasure in the simple things, like my farm" *Dalex has come far and wide to find a place that is founded on organization and teamwork, and he hopes to have found it here in this "dingy" town. Thank you!*
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Hello! I am here to find others to join me in organized combat and construction. I am eager to play with others in an organized and fair environment! Specifically, I come from the surrounding areas of Phandelver, where I reside farming. In my past life, I had a family but lost them in a war. I am excited to farm and help those who need it. Nice to meet you, Hag!
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Ah, welcome old hag and well met. I wish to sit, as I have been traveling for...*sniffs air....and clears throat* goodness, that is a specific odor. Anyway, I have been traveling for a long time, looking for others to join me in building an army to fight those who attack us and destroy the peace of others. I pursue that to this day, finding peace through power. In my age, I have enjoyed the simpler things of farming, but I can't hope yet to die with honor on the fields of glory in a 100 v 100.
