As the title suggests, I'm setting up a DnD campaign. I'm using 3.5 rules and character sheets. I allow only base races (no level adjustment) at first. Later on, depending on party level, I might allow races with level adjustment per 5 levels. Also, with skill points, we will be using Class skill points, not racial skill points. However, you still get race, class, and starter kit bonuses.
I will use max highest Hit Die between class and race. Also, use magic Device is going to be a Wisdom roll, not a Charisma roll. So, first round of posts is for core stats. Please list your character's name, race, and class when rolling. You can assign the rolls in any order. Please roll 1-20, six times in the same post. Anything lower than 10 will be rounded up. So, I will get us started.
Levels will be handled in previous level x2. Start at 1 with no xp, 1000 XP for 2, 3000 for 3, and so on. Also, stat Modifiers are granted at half of (total stat -10).
You each find yourselves drawn to a bar called "The Ol' Boar Inn". Everyone goes quiet at the sight of newcomers, and some even seem happy. As you reach the bar, the barkeep asks everyone the same question that every barkeep asks.
It was a hallmark in every young man's life to take up and find their way out of the little hamlet they grew up in; to become something more than they were before. To him, it meant a little more than to simply pick up a weapon and a piece of armor that his father passed down to him and go on the adventure that every man in his family has gone on, in search for glory.
For Flint, this meant years of sneaking out, scrounging for gold and collecting the favor of guards and warriors throughout his little town to teach him a few lessons. It meant working as a father to his younger sister because his father was gone, and his mother was a simple seamstress. It meant lesson after lesson with gold pieces he could barely call his own, and armor and weapons he borrowed with promises to return, only to never be seen again.
Was he a trouble maker? No. The people he borrowed and learned from felt bad for Flint, and, while he wasn't the brightest, he showed promise. They let him have the stuff, knowing they wouldn't have it back. He was a boy with a dream.
It was that dream that eventually led him out of his home town, and, after a long night's travel, into the door of The Ol' Boar. Tucked away in between some buildings within a new city, the excitement of something new buzzed inside of him.
When he approached the man at the bar, the question riled up a question of his own. What would he be having, eh? "Well, what'd'ya got?" he shot back, his voice deeply trenched in the drawl and swagger one would find in a boy confident in himself on the streets, and who believes himself more than capable in a little scuffle.
A weathered man trudged into the bar, barefoot though the rest of his clothes looked much like an average adventurer might. His studded leather armor showing through the leaves of his cloak. As he walked in, he sat down at the bar, saying nothing as the bartender talked to Flint. Out of courtesy... well...
Falling Leaf really had only been part of society for about two and a half years. Lucky that The Guild took him in when he stumbled into That City looking for food as the forests had been giving little that winter. Though he manage to pick up the common language both in spoken and written, he was never one much for talk. Plus it was hard here, since he knew from what they taught him at The Guild that Lost Sun had to stay outside these places. But here he was, his first job as an official member of The Guild... There was supposed to be a brown haired woman here... Loranth who needed protection on her journey, though the specific's weren't mentioned to him.
The door to the inn opened once again as a figure draped in a long dark green cape entered. Shane's blue eyes darted around the room, examining the people inside. He would then proceed to take off his hood, revealing his jet black hair, and walk past all the other adventurers present towards an empty seat. He would then patiently wait for the owner to order something.