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Matt Mercer isn't paid because he's good, he's paid because he was famous beforehand. Same with all the players.


About Me

Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 30
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).

Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.

Interests (Includes but is not limited to)

  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P

Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!


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@POOHEAD189, I am open to ideas, shoot a me a PM with what you have in mind if you like.

If @ClocktowerEchos allows it and you make a lord, I will tomorrow!
Backlogging the thread, thinking I had a lot of lore to read and instead I'm surprised to see no one contacted me in need of a mod

Either way, would it be possible if I was made a Knight/retainer/bastard brother for another player?
I'll be able to see if I can join by the end of the weekend^^
I might join actually, my old clockie chum
WOO. My first post in awhile. Sorry if it wasn't up to par.

Everyone roll perception (and of course any additional role you wish to) if you would.
Jonathan kept himself busy by cleaning the counter, glad for the reprieve of the normal bustling despite the lack of business. Isolde was in the back cooking lunch for the staff, and all of his new 'hires' were out doing what needed to be done to keep this city and this tavern afloat. As the burly man wiped off the bartop, he saw the door open and once he realized the newcomer was someone he'd never seen before, his circular wiping slowed considerably as he looked at her in confusion. Had the others not locked the bleeding door? As he opened his mouth to speak, she laid it on him thick and he almost did not believe this was a spontaneous offer.

He placed the cloth down and opened the waist-high door that led out from the back of the counter, approaching her. He eyed her up in a professional manner. A minstrel needed the looks, the voice, and a confidence to them. So far she seemed to check all boxes, save for the most important one: Playing an instrument.

"Well, seeing as my last bard wasn't too trustworthy, I am in need o' one. But I'll need a bit of convincing. You see the previous minstrel stole from the register, and while his sins aren't yours, I'll require two things before you work for me. A demonstration, and an errand. A man named Raddek, a Skayleigh, a Dwarf, and another man with a spear just left. Go after them and help them with whatever they need. Once you're all back, play for us. Do them and you'll also get a room and some pay. What say you?"

The door in the back opened, Isolde walking out with a pot of steaming soup. When she saw the newcomer, she nearly dropped the pot, barely catching its weight.

"Is she helping me out? Please say yes."

The group spent a good conversation discussing whether they should thieve or make deals with thieves, realizing what they needed to do first was to find a smuggler ring, and that wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world. Firstly, Raddek spent some time thinking on where they might look. What he needed was information, and luckily he realized there might be someone who could help them. Once Lupita appeared, it only took Raddek to hear her impression of Jonathan for him to believe she was telling the truth, and they set off to the northern section of the city of Varone, where towers dotting the horizon and causeways of white stone cut through the sky, framed with gyspum. But they were not looking skyward. Their search led to the quarrems below, low roads partially covered by the streets above, but atop the catacombs or sewers below.

Bakers, millers, sewers, all plied their wares as they made it over to the district, but once they were there the shops were larger and less prone to haggling, and the guardsmen presence doubled, though none cast their glances at the party currently. These guardsmen were larger men, with two handed swords at their backs, clad in scalemail. As they walked, Raddek glanced around warily, though one could never call the man nervous. They turned left, southwards down an alley before descending five steps of stairs and an annoyed swordsman stalked past them, seeming miffed over some slight.

Down below, they were now in the quarrems. The crowd was far more dense due to lack of room from the enclosed walls, and whilst the roof was sometimes missing, providing small beams of sunlight, it was a veritable hallway lit by torches. Lorcan had to duck thrice to keep from hidding an overhang.

The people here were a rougher sort. Mercenaries and off-duty guardsmen, knaves, out-of-their-luck citizens, and of course, refugees of the cataclysm. Rickety doors and capes of linen served as barriers for various inner rooms, likely where dark auction trading or less scrupulous activities were being conducted. It was nearly at the center of this rogues gallery that Raddek stopped them.

"This is where my...friend is. Stay out here, but be sharp. Don't draw any attention to yourselves, but if you want to try to find some vein of alcohol here, you can. Just be discreet."

With that, Raddek stepped into the room, closing the curtain and leaving the group to their own devices.

As if on cue, across the 'street' was a man of dark complexion, with a wide smile. "Hello my friends. You are new, yes? Does any amongst you want your fortune told? Only a copper common each..." @DrRtron@Fetzen@Lucius Cypher@Su
No, we've gotten 50 new members the last like 3 days. Maybe it's just where you're looking?
Now that the current holiday is over and my health is relatively better, I shall update ASAP.

Deadsnows | Uktar 5th | 1495 DR

Outside, the wind moaned. Markus had heard its cry many times, had even missed it. The Marches were so much like Damara in landscape, it was like home away from home. He contemplated the thought as he tasted the mead the eldritch knight idly sipped. One arm resting on the counter, he merely leaned upon the bar and watched the crowd. Markus had a good eye for business, even business such as his own. Killing monsters and scouting wilderness could rake in the coin if one was persistent enough. There was always opportunity in a frontier town, he just needed to find it. From what he'd heard from half whispered mutters and some diminutive tracks, there was a Gnome just outside of town in need of help. Markus wasn't one to dally, but he needed a drink first and wanted to find a bit more out about the fellow before he made any commitment.


The voice behind him was gruff and rustic, emitting from the mouth of a man likely a decade older than him. He looked close to twice his age, his grey beard helping in that regard. He had asked, but he didn't wait, pouring the mead back into Markus's mug without hesitation.

"Yeah, and I'll give you an extra silver if you can tell me about the Gnome problem I've heard about." The sellsword offered, producing the silver piece as if he'd plucked it out of the air.

"Ha! I'll take the silver, but the problem's not the Gnomes. It's what's bothering them." The barkeep remarked, clearly not taking Markus's full meaning and assuming the worst. "Something about a small village of theirs in need of aid. The guards here are a bit too cold and tired to do much on it. Goodwill won't feed their families."

"That it?" He asked, holding the silver in the air.

"All I know of, got my word on that. Wouldn't stray no adventurer wrong, you all help out. These lazy bastards won't lift a finger to help nobody but themselves."

Markus didn't know if he meant the guardsmen or the populace, but either way he was satisfied and handed the coin to the fellow. Unceremoniously, he drained his mug and set it down for the fellow to take. He wiped a small drop of the draught from his lips with a quick gesture of his thumb, and stepped through the crowd to leave the Rose and Hammer. As he did so, he walked beside a pretty elven lass who watched the crowd like a hawk, as he had been.

"Fair travels," he said to her in the true tongue of the elves, giving her a knowing smile and stepping out of the door into the biting wind. He made his way to the Gnome.
Should have a post up tomorrow. Sorry for the delay, between exams and holiday season things have been a little crazy.

Nice! Thanks for the update

Also congratz to Fetzen for making post 69
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