The Urdulion Empire - A Dnd Campaign.

Greetings everyone,

The last couple of months I have been working on a campaign, run by me.
It takes place on an island known as 'The Urdulion Empire'.

Players have already been selected, therefore don't ask me questions if you could join.
This campaign is for most of you a 'read along', as it is open to everyone to read. Do not post any unnecessary comments, please.

I hope you will enjoy.
We will be starting shortly.

Campaign folder.
https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/1KaiU1CF7O3ps0nVYns6G-al5_G7tRIwe

 

3rd repost here we go! All set.

 

We are in a little town called Huklemon. Located in the Southwest of the Derimous Plains, this town gets by thanks by sellings its harvested crops and the many adventuring people that visit town.

It's is about noon and the town's inn, the Grumbling Grape, is as busy as always.
People are scattered throughout the inn, some are drinking at the bar, others enjoy their meal at their table.

Located at one of the tables is a man, enjoying a meal.
@Tsuharu if you could discribe your character.

 

A man between five and a half, maybe six feet sits at a table, leaning against a wall. He holds a glass of water and takes a sip occasionally. Pushing back his black hair, he lets his brown eyes roam across the tavern. In his eyes, you can see a child's curiosity, as if everything was new and interesting to him.
He shifts uncomfortably, before straightening his patched clock and moving his staff to be across his lap.

 

"Here is your free breakfast, sir."
A waitress says, as she has come up to your table to deliver a plate.

"Some slices of bread with the local cheese as toping, an orange and some water. Enjoy."

 

"Oh!"
"Thank you."
Set it down infront of me and try the bread with cheese first.

 

The waitress goes back to the bar.
As she walks back, a man in full armor makes his way down the stairs and walks towards the bar. After which another man sits, enjoy his drink.

@SPYROHAWK @Enhanced_Human
If you would introduce your characters.

 

The aforementioned fully-armored man takes a seat at the bar. No part of his body is exposed, making him slightly intimidating at a glance. He wears a gladiatorial helmet that completely covers his face, and on the right side of that helmet there's a orange-red lobster that contrasts the blue-green color of the rest of his armor. Additionally, as what seem to be decorations, there are thin little flaps on the side of his head and from about his wrist to his elbow that look like the fins of a fish.
He carries a halberd and shield on his back, and a longsword at his hip.
He's a little stout.

 

"Enjoyed your breakfast, mister knight?" The man behind the bar, the owner, asks.

 

"The breakfast was nice. Don't call me 'mister knight'."
I say sternly.

Out of curiosity, what was my breakfast?

 

The same as the others.
Bread with cheese, an orange and a drink.

"What would you like me to call you then? I don't really know your name, sir."

 

"Nuscae. Call me Nuscae."

(Pronounced Nusk-ay.)

 

"Okay, Nuscae it is then."

 

I nod, then turn around and scan the area.

 

There are a lot of costumers.
Lots of people seem to be travellers. Wearing leather armor and having a weapon to their disposal.

 

Costumers? Like, in what costumes?

 

People that stayed at the inn or are enjoying a drink or breakfast here.

 

Oh, customers, not costumers.
I turn back around and just relax, accumulating myself to the area, not really doing anything.

 

Shoot I forget my character's name and race and appearance...

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Ah, right.

A man is sitting at the bar, looking very cheerful. He's a human on the younger side, maybe mid-20s. He has wild hair held upright by dirt and grease. He wears relatively fine clothing, however: a dark brown vest with brass buttons over a white button-up shirt, leather pants worn around the knees, and boots with brass buckles. A crossbow sits at his backpack on the floor, and goggles rest on his forhead.

 

"So how was your first night staying at my inn?"
The owner, who just walked away from the armored man, asks you.