The players:
AxlLeigh
Dwagin
Dramatic_Prince
Jes
Linlan
Uncle-Opustus
Phearnun
Rigela
Slknihilus
Travis
Jimbono
Lord-Jyssev

First session will take place on the 7th of June, tuesday, at 9PM GMT. I'll need your final submissions in on the 31st of May, they'll be getting sent out to you guys by the end of next week.

Journeyman - jimbono1


Amoral Mercenary - Slknihlus


Conflicted Mercenary - Phearnun


Moneychanger - Lord-Jyssev


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Natives

Squirrely slave - Linlan


Young hotblooded tribesman - Rigela


Deluded Clergyman -

Resigned slave - Dramatic_Prince


Determined Pragmatist - Uncle-Opustus


Conniving Outcast - Travis


Stockholm Syndrome - AxlLeigh


Venerable Leader - Dwagin


Compassionate Matron - Koragi/Jes

NATIVE PREMISE

Interlopers!

They came in the night, honourless and many, they killed your friends, butchered your family and sacked your temples. How dare they slight the gods! Their reach was far and the leader of the group employed foul magics to ensure success with every engagement, the people fought furiously for survival but still they fell, their warriors had superior equipment and the traitorous payit worked alongside the fiends.

What were these pale skinned monstrosities? They were not a part of the Golden Legion. Were they hands of Zaltec here to punish us for our failings? The effortless rampage was impossible to stem, the tide of blood and slaughter was reminiscent of a feather war. Even after you had been captured they routinely killed men in cold blood, and took the women into the canopy to ‘experience’ what the True World had to offer.
You were marched ragged across the True World, people from all walks of life were snatched up and forced to carry the loot from their conquests. Babies weren’t subjected to the slaughter, but they were left to their own devices against the pleas of their parents. The old and the lame were put down brutally, and those that fell behind were met with a swift blade in the back to ensure they didn’t get back up.

Every morning was the same. Wake up. Walk. Watch a friend get executed. Sleep.

Were you next? What if they put you before the blade of your cruel captors? Perhaps they were making offerings to the god of war, to ensure their expedition was a success. But they did not cut out the hearts and offer them upon an altar of blood; it seemed they did this because they enjoyed it.
The hideous town of Helmsport eventually broke the monotony of your brutal routine and you were ushered into a grand canoe, shoved and packed in like sardines in a can.

Broken and beaten.

You had got this far, how much farther could you go?

SLAVER PREMISE

Helmsport was fast becoming a city, the launching point for expeditions into the True World for the untold riches that lurked within the sprawling jungles. But you were not hired to loot gold, of course you were welcome to take some should the opportunity arise, you are under the employ of the honourable Wilshon Lefar to gather slaves.

Securing permission from the powers that be in Helmsport was difficult but your taskmaster has a silver tongue and the local helmites certainly have an unreserved hatred for the savage butchers. This was exploited and you were given permission, by Cordell, to operate out of the city for now at least.

You are the first group of slavers to receive the blessings of the Golden Legion but you certainly won’t be the last. You have heard rumours of the local savagery and their love of human sacrifice and so perhaps your deed is justified, perhaps showing them civilization will temper their bloodlust.

You left Helmsport with fifty mercenaries, all seemingly plucked at random by Wilshon. The man approached you personally, making an offer you couldn’t refuse. Whatever you desired at the time was offered; he seemed to read your mind to some degree. You were joined by murderers, and convicted felons, all offered absolution by their lords to pursue this expedition.

The payit people also seem keen on garnering the approval of the interlopers and as such you received two guides through the canopy to secure your precious cargo. The task seemed too easy, their weapons couldn’t break through your armour, and thanks to your diligent task master you had arcane superiority.
Of course you suffered a mass of ambushes but you rebuked them easily enough once the threat was realised. You raised villages, you torched towns, and you found enough gold to ensure early retirement when you got back home.

You travelled the true world far and wide, gathering slaves as you went. Through Wilshons arcane prowess and his lieutenant’s brutality (which was proven countless times with seemingly excessive executions of scores of slaves) you managed to secure well over four hundred slaves. But you had to prove your loyalty to your generous task masters; you too had to cut down slaves to ensure they remained in line. Your hands were not clean during this expedition; the few that did refuse were cast out of the group, left to the hospitality of the jungle and its inhabitants. Some of the men enjoyed it, and some of the men enjoyed the locals a bit too much in other regards, but you turned a blind eye. The money was good, too good to pass up.

You returned some months later to Helmsport, your slaves obediently following behind, probably expecting sacrifice. But your destination was the galleon that had brought you across the trackless sea to this strange land, The Bearded Mermaid. The slaves were loaded, like sardines, below deck. Wilshon was not returning with you, he apparently had more slave traders coming across from the Sword Coast to organise.

Bloodied and hardened by the tour.

Your destination was Ostland.

Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.

Yee-haw!

Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.

Yee-haw!

I'll watch jealously from afar. Can't make more characters than i already have... Unless it's a Kobold.

I will give you all a list of concepts to pick, some of these concepts will be natives some will not. You will then write the backstory to your character and send it back to me. If it's good enough you're in, if not I'll send it back with some critique and you can try again.

I will give you all a list of concepts to pick, some of these concepts will be natives some will not. You will then write the backstory to your character and send it back to me. If it's good enough you're in, if not I'll send it back with some critique and you can try again.

One more day, I'll be cloooosing this when I get in from work tomorrow.

I had several years where I was crazy about the ancient central/south american cultures.

Didja know Montezuma's household consumed 50 gallons of hot chocolate (the spicy south american kind with peppers), a day?

Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.

Yee-haw!

The players:
AxlLeigh
Dwagin
Elorathall
Yannickbl
Dramatic_Prince
Jes
Bjorn
Uncle-Opustus
Phearnun
Vinasius
Rigela
Slknihilus
Jimbono
Lord-Jyssev
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Ooh, 13 what a special number. I'll be PMing you the concept list when it's ironed out, in that order. So Jim, you get whatever's left over! Ha!