Recent content by MaxPowerKL5

I'll throw my name in here. Looking to get into the swing of things.

Yep this sound awesome. I'm in.

I'm down. Interested in the UA aberrant soul sorcerer, but flexible on that. Also willing to give a spot for someone with fewer games. Ooh or light cleric or sun soul monk of the silver flame!

I'll throw my name in, but happy to give up a spot to someone with fewer games. Sorcerer or expert look fun.

Welcome back lol. Remember this is a one shot so you won't be stuck with your character for overly long. It's a little bit longer than a standard Blades quest depending on how you progress.

I'm good with the Lurker patron.

As long as it follows the multiclass rules, sure!

Lol an absurd what?

Title: Six Faces of Death Game: 5e, one shot Player Count: 4-5 Starting Level: 13 Background: Sailors have spread rumors of a massive, flaming object screaming across the sky, before crashing into the horizon somewhere in the Sea of Swords. Not long after come reports of a mysterious island...

Might as well throw in. Also willing to give way for other players.

Murk happily takes the morning mead, finishing his food and draining the cup. "Took in the sights last night. Granite's muse, the artist who was so interested in us, met up with your halfling friend last night." He nods to Barost. He tells them what he saw of the interaction. "She ended her...

Zarra's little brother snarls silently at Dimitri from over her shoulder. "Some trouble?" Her face is almost angry enough to match. "I would have liked to see you go up there with a fucking broom with what we just run into." She charges up to the bar and pounds her fist on it. "Everything --...

"Think an ale oughta cover it." Murk says, looking back toward the card-playing patrons and nodding at them, meeting each one of their stares. "Don't mind me boys. Enjoy your cards. I only play with liars I know." He waits for his drink, one hand resting on his sword belt, not far from his...

Murk weighs his options in the street as the woman disappears. He could return to the group with the news, that this woman who was watching them had a chat with their contact. Or he could find out more, and he was always interested in finding out more. The tabaxi waits a few minutes, watching...

Zarra sits stone-faced when, having asked a few of her newfound companions, one refuses to answer and the other erupts into song. She finishes her drinks in silence, and then heads to the attic with everyone else. She mutters and curses under her breath as the chill from the open window wraps...