Nephtys
First Post
I've been an active player in a lot of games on these boards for a while now, but I've never DMed before so I figure it's time for me to give it a try.
I'm looking for 4 to 6 players willing to risk wasting a little time on an inexperienced DM (but hopefully have a pretty good gaming experience in the mean time).
So without further ado, I present to you my homebrew setting created specifically for you:
Out there lie the infinite planes, turning forever in a cosmic dance to a tune noone can hear. Out there, connecting all planes, Sigil gleams and reeks in the center of all things. Out there are wonders and horrors beyond imagining, Angels, Demons, Gods. But here... Here are no Angels, and the only God left within our sphere lies dead and eternally rotting. There is no lack of horrors here, for the world is rich and full of life.
A great war among the gods nearly destroyed the world in ages far gone and threw down the greatest of their number to the earth where his corpse still lies seeping life and power into the twisted creatures that feed upon him. The remaining pantheon, wounded, weakened and horrified at what they had done both to themselves and their creation vowed to set themselves apart from their bone of contention and never again interfere in its affairs. Unable to break their vow they now look on in impotent rage as the world is raped.
The world healed and the gears turned. Patient beings looked on greedily awaiting the time to strike, manipulating events from afar. They had no easy task for the gods had raised walls to protect the world when they swore their vows, but all walls weaken in time and barriers that had been erected to fend off intruders from the outside could still be eroded from within. In the end a whisper was enough, a promise of power and bliss. Feeble or powerful, few men could have resisted that promise from that voice. The promise was kept, and the Artificer of Ogaan has been well rewarded for his crime.
They came trough his portal, the Demon-lord Xileg clad in the flesh of scorpions, his consort the Sucubus sorceress Love, the Horde Mistress and Marilith Yangava, Ingarr the Master of Balors, the Fiendish human Wizard Cormand and his half-human apprentices Ilva and Kio, the Trembling One, the Wormkeeper, Zarakhar, Valorash, The Creeper, Qagroth, The Vile, Geron, The Fleshcrafter, The Laughing Zephyr, Mersam, The Lady of Flowers, Ubilith, and a screaming torrent, an endless army of demons.
The world fell, for though the nations and powers of the world fought back they were soon overwhelmed. And when the angels came, called by the remaining priests of the Rotting God Lord Xileg was well prepared. The spell that slew him even as he carved his way trough his celestial foes came from another source and his body was consumed along with his enemies.
A triumvirate of Lords took over, but only helped to cause a civil war. The home, an infinite fraction of an infinite plane, was lost. And yet the war raged for nine years before a new order arose. The greatest of the Lords and Ladies divided the world and its souls into their domains and joined into a council to rule each other and coordinate their efforts against common threaths and the few remaining enclaves of unconquered mortals.
This is the world, your world, and there is no escape. The walls around the world are still too strong for you to break trough and death only leads to deeper damnation for the Demonlords have made their mark deep into their domains and the souls of the dead are theirs. The mortal enclaves are far from safe, in time their doom is assured. But you do not have the good luck to be living there.
Fortunately the Lords have need of competent mortal servants, and it's quite possible to live a good enough life for the few who are able to keep their favour. While most of humanity and goblinkind live in great sprawling urban slums kept fed by undead labour until their death brings in the harvest you have the potential for greater things.
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So here it is. 13th level, standard wealth, SRD 3,5 (if you want to use other sources you'll have to show me the rules).
There will be graphic scenes of an adult nature, amateurish descriptions of all kinds of unpleasantness and pleasure. I'm not writing porn, but I'm not trying to deny human (or demonic) nature either.
Paladins will be unplayable, and good aligned characters will have to compromise their ethics if they wish to survive (In fact they will have been forced to do so several times in their lives already or they would never have reached 13th level). There is not always a Good-aligned solution to every problem. But even so, in a world where evil rules it is possible to be good without always doing good. Intentions matter.
Regardless of alignment the setting will be harsh to your characters in general. You can not expect to always be facing enemies you can handily defeat using only a fraction of your resources (or at all if you go up against someone obviously more powerful than yourselves), running away is an acceptable option.
But don't run away from the game, death and depravity can be a lot of fun (at least while you're safe behind the screen of your computer).
I'm looking for 4 to 6 players willing to risk wasting a little time on an inexperienced DM (but hopefully have a pretty good gaming experience in the mean time).
So without further ado, I present to you my homebrew setting created specifically for you:
Out there lie the infinite planes, turning forever in a cosmic dance to a tune noone can hear. Out there, connecting all planes, Sigil gleams and reeks in the center of all things. Out there are wonders and horrors beyond imagining, Angels, Demons, Gods. But here... Here are no Angels, and the only God left within our sphere lies dead and eternally rotting. There is no lack of horrors here, for the world is rich and full of life.
A great war among the gods nearly destroyed the world in ages far gone and threw down the greatest of their number to the earth where his corpse still lies seeping life and power into the twisted creatures that feed upon him. The remaining pantheon, wounded, weakened and horrified at what they had done both to themselves and their creation vowed to set themselves apart from their bone of contention and never again interfere in its affairs. Unable to break their vow they now look on in impotent rage as the world is raped.
The world healed and the gears turned. Patient beings looked on greedily awaiting the time to strike, manipulating events from afar. They had no easy task for the gods had raised walls to protect the world when they swore their vows, but all walls weaken in time and barriers that had been erected to fend off intruders from the outside could still be eroded from within. In the end a whisper was enough, a promise of power and bliss. Feeble or powerful, few men could have resisted that promise from that voice. The promise was kept, and the Artificer of Ogaan has been well rewarded for his crime.
They came trough his portal, the Demon-lord Xileg clad in the flesh of scorpions, his consort the Sucubus sorceress Love, the Horde Mistress and Marilith Yangava, Ingarr the Master of Balors, the Fiendish human Wizard Cormand and his half-human apprentices Ilva and Kio, the Trembling One, the Wormkeeper, Zarakhar, Valorash, The Creeper, Qagroth, The Vile, Geron, The Fleshcrafter, The Laughing Zephyr, Mersam, The Lady of Flowers, Ubilith, and a screaming torrent, an endless army of demons.
The world fell, for though the nations and powers of the world fought back they were soon overwhelmed. And when the angels came, called by the remaining priests of the Rotting God Lord Xileg was well prepared. The spell that slew him even as he carved his way trough his celestial foes came from another source and his body was consumed along with his enemies.
A triumvirate of Lords took over, but only helped to cause a civil war. The home, an infinite fraction of an infinite plane, was lost. And yet the war raged for nine years before a new order arose. The greatest of the Lords and Ladies divided the world and its souls into their domains and joined into a council to rule each other and coordinate their efforts against common threaths and the few remaining enclaves of unconquered mortals.
This is the world, your world, and there is no escape. The walls around the world are still too strong for you to break trough and death only leads to deeper damnation for the Demonlords have made their mark deep into their domains and the souls of the dead are theirs. The mortal enclaves are far from safe, in time their doom is assured. But you do not have the good luck to be living there.
Fortunately the Lords have need of competent mortal servants, and it's quite possible to live a good enough life for the few who are able to keep their favour. While most of humanity and goblinkind live in great sprawling urban slums kept fed by undead labour until their death brings in the harvest you have the potential for greater things.
--
So here it is. 13th level, standard wealth, SRD 3,5 (if you want to use other sources you'll have to show me the rules).
There will be graphic scenes of an adult nature, amateurish descriptions of all kinds of unpleasantness and pleasure. I'm not writing porn, but I'm not trying to deny human (or demonic) nature either.
Paladins will be unplayable, and good aligned characters will have to compromise their ethics if they wish to survive (In fact they will have been forced to do so several times in their lives already or they would never have reached 13th level). There is not always a Good-aligned solution to every problem. But even so, in a world where evil rules it is possible to be good without always doing good. Intentions matter.
Regardless of alignment the setting will be harsh to your characters in general. You can not expect to always be facing enemies you can handily defeat using only a fraction of your resources (or at all if you go up against someone obviously more powerful than yourselves), running away is an acceptable option.
But don't run away from the game, death and depravity can be a lot of fun (at least while you're safe behind the screen of your computer).
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