Racial Powers: "Grovel, Cower and Beg" - groveling distracts foes allowing an ally advantage on attack rolls. This applies to enemies within 10' of me (he will grovel to his gods for this purpose) "Pack Tactics" if an ally is within 5' of my opponent I have advantage on attacks "Sunlight Sensitivity" disadvantage on Attck Rolls and Perception checks in sunlight.
Paladin 1st lvl Abilities -Divine Sense pg 84 PHB -Lay on Hands - heals lvl x 5 (5hp) pg 84 PHB
Background: Folk Hero (Skills: Animal Handling, Survival) Defining event: I stood up to a tyrants agent Personality trait: Thinking is for other people, I prefer action. Ideal: Destiny! Nothing and no one can steer me away from my higher calling. Bond: A proud noble (or adventurer?) once gave me a horrible beating, and I will take my revenge on any bully I encounter. Flaw: Secretly I think that things would be better if I were a tyrant lording over the land.
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You and your friends have rented a log cabin for a a weekend of hiking. Last night got out of hand though, you had one too many drinks and wake up this morning to the sound of the TV still on. You hear the morning news playing in the back ground. Beer bottles are laying around all over the place, you've all crashed out in different rooms.
Out side you hear the sound of thunder. Rain is gushing down the windows, the rickety old cabin is creaking and slowly swaying in the wind.
The weather report isn't playing at the moment. It's some kind of emergency broadcast. the news anchor looks uncomfortable and is talking about sink holes opening up all over the world, a video is playing in the background, people rioting.
@PoizonApple: he groans. 5 more minutes mum he says softly in his sleepy state as he scratches his balls.
Food from last nights party is spread across the kitchen table. Along the back wall your backpacks are lined up ready packed for today's hike you had planned.
The fridge is full. There's plentyful amounts of alcohol in there, chicken, vegetables, bread. You make some sandwiches. While you do this the others are just beginning to wake up. Boondock says "I'll have a bacon sandwich while you're at it" sarcastically.
Daniel staggers out of the bathroom "wow, crazy night last night huh"? He asks, sheepishly
My character (Thorn the Kobold), finally wakes up. He snivels and sniffs his empty beer bottle. Picking it up he watches with one wide and one squinted eye as the last drop of beer drips to the floor. Thorn tosses the beer bottle and scurries around the cabin, his skinny little 2 foot tall body darts about the room. He peers in drawers and the refrigerator and the cupboard looking for Gatorade and Advil.
In the middle of a barbarous devouring of his meal, absent of any table manners, Thorn stops, cheeks stuffed like a hampster, and looks up at the TV. He tries to speak with his mouth full, "WHFF TH FFFK?" He swallows hard. "Sinkholes and riots eh?" His voice is raspy and gruff, but at the typically higher octave that comes with being a Kobold.
@PoizonApple: Thorn looks at Adestriel, looks around the cabin, looks at Daniel. "Yes, lets check it out... I can not even remember what we were doing last night!"
The cabin begins to shake violently underfoot. The sounds of electricity clapping all around you. The sound of the plates and cootlery ratlling all around. The wind is stronger now, whistling through the trees. Lights blue green yellow and white are flashing from out side the cabin. You hear a voice, seemingly coming from all around you "finally it worked, it actually worked"! he laughes manically.
Suddenly. Bang bang bang at the cabin door. "Open up" demands the voice. "Quickly, the void will only remain stable for so long!"
(OOC setting reminder. you're still human at this point. You're on the earth you know. No magic exists you're in the real world. Your race and class will come soon don't worry. Sorry for not being clear)
Daniel seems to have succumb to the effects of alcohol poisoning. He looks at you with a horrified look on his face, pale. He clutches his stomach and falls to the floor. He begins fitting for a few seconds, white foam oozing from his mouth. Then suddenly, peace, stillness. The color that was left leaves his face, a white fog covers his eyes. The smell of shit fills the room as he takes his last breath and voids his bowels.
You open the door to see a swirling mess of energy, a portal. The grizzley looking face of an old man pokes his head though and laughes with delight. "It actually worked, after all these years of work!" he exclaims with delight. "Come friend, I have so much to show you" he says as his hand comes though and gestures to you to come with him.
As the ground shakes ever more violently, the memory of the days news report flashes before your eyes.
