GM looking for adventurers! (Loosely 5e, porn-with-plot) CLOSED

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[avarus]

If there's going to be a second party, colour me interested

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It certainly looks that way!

[Chulanowa]

Well that being the case, then I think I'll offer up my tomboy halfling for group 2  Just gotta figure out how they work at level 7.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

If putting together a second party, I would like to throw in with a submission

Tava
Human, Barbarian
archtype Tribal Warrior
Background Wanderer

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We've got four more people! That's enough for a second party. Everyone send me your character sheets if you haven't already!

[Chulanowa]

Yup yup, gimme a few.

[Chulanowa]

Still making some decisions, sheet-wise, but...

Gil Button
Lightfoot Halfling urchin

Background

Gilly only has vague memories of her parents, and the notion that something terrible happened to separate her from them. That was a long, long time ago (almost fourteen years, forever ago!). She's been living on the streets of Aveeds ever since. it's a rough city in general; rougher for a halfling orphan of course, but, as Gilly discovered, easier if you're a boy. So she became Gil. Gilly cried in alleyways behind trash bins and when cats she tried to pet bit her; Gil was a rough-and-tumble guy who didn't need no stupid cat! Gilly missed her parents; Gil put his elbow in other boys' eyes and made his own family. Being Gil wasn't the greatest of course, but getting into fistfights and rock-tosses with the other guttersnipes was a lot better than what Gilly had seen happen to other girls in those alleyways. As the years passed, Gil got tough and though never strong, he was certainly able, and managed to carve out a little niche for himself. Unfortunately, at a certain age, Gilly began to, ahem, poke out, and things began to change. After she noticed her peers' notice of those two facts, she decided to get out of dodge; She tagged on with some trade caravan headed Anywhere But there; it was two weeks of scrubbing pots, chasing chickens, and tying knots before someone noticed the caravan had acquired an extra halfling. The person who noticed was one of the hired swords, Mordanna. For the rest of the journey, the mercenary took Gilly under her wing, showing her the proper way to hold and swing a sword, good stances, soft spots on a foe, and the like. She also taught Gilly how to bind her chest so that getting slapped in the tits wasn't such a problem. As the years passed, Gil got tough and though never strong, he was certainly able, and managed to carve out a little niche for "himself." Tooth and nail, fist and knife, it's a "known fact" that Gil Button of Salter Street can out-drink, out-fight, and out-fuck any other dude. Sometimes Gil pays someone else to spread these outrageous lies. Since then Gilly's been to a few towns and gone on a handful of adventures; never any permanent arrangement, always just spur of the moment, "I'll swing a blade for a cut of the loot" arrangements against kobolds or the like. She's uneasy around the largefolk, especially large menfolk, and it seems most regular adventuring parties have at least one fur-chested, mighty-thewed, glistening-with-sweat chunk of half orc with a big... thick... stiff... uh-h-h-h-mmmm... greatsword. And rather than risk it, Gil splits.

[ModUniverse]

I have had a VERY busy couple of days, but now I'm ready to put group two together! Thank you all for your patience! It'll be going up soon.

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GROUP 2

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