Character - Marcel

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  Marcel with his brother Till

  Marcel Swiftbarrel-Lindemann
• Halfling Barbarian 3
• Neutral Good

The halfling walked through Runedar, scuffing his feet along the ground as he went. The shield on his back and the weapons hanging from his belt signaled those he encountered to step aside and let him pass, despite the fact that he was smaller than most of them.

It was a bad-mood day, a day when it felt like the gods frowned on him. It should have been a great-mood day. He had just gotten home from an adventure with his foster brother and his friends. They had found and saved the three dwarves they were looking for, ran off the bad guy, gotten information about some danger to the people at risk, and earned a pretty good reward for doing so. 

Character - Bowser

Bowser

small Tortle
Earthspur Miner
Bard 1 - Druid 1
Neutral Good

I didn't mean to become a druid. I didn't mean to become a bard, either, for that matter. All I wanted was a small place of my own and to do my job; a nice quiet life. 

Characters - A Familiar Friend

Belly full of veggie-kabobs, Hun-Ho waddled along with his friends back to the the Trollskull Tavern. As they approached, he could see a few careful patrons nearing the door. One group was obviously adventurers; they were all armed, and strode up to the door the same as they would any other taproom, talking loudly among themselves. Following more timidly behind them was a trio of locals. They were unarmed, dressed much more poorly than the heroes, and they looked questioningly at the building, unsure whether they really wanted to go in. After all, rumor was the place was haunted. And what if it's one of those places that cater exclusively to adventurers? But with all the renovation work being done recently, everyone in the quarter knew the Trollskull was newly open for business. And one of the locals had done some of the work inside; he wanted to show off the job he'd done to his friends. They headed inside, and as each one touched the doorknob as they went in, there was a tiny flash of magical light. It wasn't a reflection; it was the piece of cleansing stone worked into the doorknob. Both adventurers and locals were instantly cleaned up. The worker who'd installed the knob smiled hugely as he pointed this out to his friends, proud of his work and the effect it would have on his community.

Character - Hun-Ho Leafeater

Awakened Red Panda (Tabaxi re-skin)
Custom Background: Awakened Pet
Alignment: Neutral
Warlock: Archfey Patron (Ailura, the Lady of the Green)

Character - Emallion (Em) Varalei

Emallion Varalei 

Moon Elf
Sage (Librarian)
Rogue - Soulknife
Lawful Neutral 

Libraries are usually welcoming places, filled with knowledge, riddled with spaces to curl up with a book or a scroll. Some are quiet dens of learning, while others are open, well-lit caverns. The Library of Lumena is one of the latter. Spindly columns reach for the ceiling high above, and it's more glass than not, letting in as much natural light as possible. The columns are painted with figures from beloved stories and well-known histories - mighty warriors, noble poets, influential statesmen. Some sit on thrones, others upon the backs of dragons. Weaving between the columns, curved shelves snake their way across the space. Those closest to the front of the Library hold books of modern make, leather-bound and waiting to be picked up and treasured. Further back, however, one can find older volumes, with wear and tear showing. Boxes of scrolls sit beside them, tags indicating what sorts of things might be unrolled. The deeper one goes, the more degraded the materials are.

Character - Billi

"Billi!"

"Over here, Billi!"

"I'm ready, Billi!"

"Billi - me!"

The eager cries of children were music to Billi's tapered ears as he tossed an assortment of berries and copper coins in the air. The heavier coins mixed with the round berries challenged his juggling skills, but it was worth it when he plucked a berry from the air and tossed it into the open mouth of one of the children. Watching the little one grin from ear to ear as he munched on the juicy morsel made the juggler smile just as wide. Repeating the trick to toss a few more berries into eager mouths, he let the copper coins instead fall into the hat on the ground at his feet, finishing his act.

Characters - A Meeting of Tiny Minds

 

The larger fey looked at her new companion, walking around the newcomer in a circle, inspecting her thoroughly. "So you're my familiar, huh? That means I get to boss you around?" 

The smaller one, with dragon-fly wings quivering, answered, "I'm not really sure what it means. But I'm pretty sure I'm meant to help and protect you." She reached up and rubbed the knob of one of her antennae, a nervous gesture.

Story Setting: Londinium

I have several different D&D games I run/have run from time to time. And there's no reason they can't all exist in the same world. So this is my world-building document where I'm going to drop the Story Setting from one of my games, and then I might continue building on it for other games I run, as well.

Welcome to the world of Londinium, a place of adventure.

Characters - Valon-Bound

The door to the tavern opened wide, letting a little snow blow in. The bartender paused in his cleaning, opening his mouth to yell, as he had done repeatedly through the night, “Come in quick or get out, but shut the door!” But he only got as far as “Come in…” before trailing off. That in itself being enough to draw the attention of a few patrons, used to his shouting.

Looking toward the now-open door, they saw a giant step in. A small giant, but nothing less would describe him. Ducking under the door-frame that even most half-orcs would find no danger to their noggin, a strapping-large man held the door open with one massive blue-grey hand. His uniform spoke to a military background, though no one inside would recognize the heraldry. He looked around, making eye contact with several people as he checked the room. He wore a well-seasoned set of armor, and a spear was held in his other hand.

Character - Merrick - Dewdrop

“Merrick, that beast is tearing up my pasture again!”

Merrick looked around and spotted his wife at the door to their barrow, shaking a large spoon in the direction of a nearby fenced-off area. “But Tilly, love, that’s his pasture; let him tear it up if it makes him happy. He stays away from the fences, and you know how happy it makes him to dig and roll around in the dirt.”