Hey folkens! I've been mulling over this for a bit, but I figured now is as good a time as any!
I'm hoping to start up a DnD campaign in the next few weeks that I'd DM and I was looking for some players! I'm thinking around 4 or 5 would be ideal but I am happy to stretch or squash that number! If possible I'd like to use VC, though in a channel only visible to the players. If folks are interested they can feel free to lmk in the thread or dm me, as well as to ask questions! This would be a 5e campaign, played through virtual tabletop!
I also figured I'll put a little blurb to sell the vibe!
The campaign would take place in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world approximately 15 years after a major extinction event. Over the course of a year, a black shroud swept over the continent, wiping out every sentient being that came into contact with it. Those few that survived did so only through luck or extreme measures, invariably sacrificing some major part of themselves.
The players would be some of the first explorers to set foot beyond Alinore, finding other settlements that survived and forging bonds as they try to uncover what happened in that final year before the world ended.
I'm hoping to start up a DnD campaign in the next few weeks that I'd DM and I was looking for some players! I'm thinking around 4 or 5 would be ideal but I am happy to stretch or squash that number! If possible I'd like to use VC, though in a channel only visible to the players. If folks are interested they can feel free to lmk in the thread or dm me, as well as to ask questions! This would be a 5e campaign, played through virtual tabletop!
I also figured I'll put a little blurb to sell the vibe!
The campaign would take place in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world approximately 15 years after a major extinction event. Over the course of a year, a black shroud swept over the continent, wiping out every sentient being that came into contact with it. Those few that survived did so only through luck or extreme measures, invariably sacrificing some major part of themselves.
As the cloud closed on the final few settlements, hundreds of thousands of refugees fled to one of the last remaining cities. Alinore, once a minor fishing port, swelled at its seams as the last people on the continent sought shelter in its walls. The leadership of the city conscripted every magic-user they could in service to the defense of the city. They were to build a barrier that would hold against the desolation, treated as heroes and lauded for every contribution. One by one, they were linked to the barrier, the defenses leeching their intrinsic powers or their knowledge in service to the salvation of Alinore. For weeks and months they worked, doing everything they could to strengthen a massive ward able to withstand the destructive powers of the dark cloud that had wiped out the continent.
As those few remaining days slipped by, and the darkness on the horizon closed on the city, the air of the city was one of tense anticipation. There was no point in running. All that could be done was to work on the magical protections. And when the dark cloud first came in contact with the wards around the city, and recoiled in a burst of light, the amassed citizens and exhausted mages cheered. They'd done it. They would be safe. Even as more cloudy tendrils struck the dome of light and were rebuffed, the cheers grew louder. The world, or all that was left of it was going to survive a bit longer.
And then at the last moment, the barrier began to fail, dark tendrils seeping through the last hope of the continent. As the shimmering wards began to shatter, one last surge of energy pulsed through the sky, and a massive burst of light forced those watching to avert their eyes. When they looked up again, the dark shroud was gone, along with the clouds, the sun, the moon, everything beyond the barrier, and every single magic-user linked to the barriers. With the sacrifice of their lives, they had planeshifted the city away. They would be safe from the desolation, though the next threat would be their limited food stores. Within a month, the royal family had stepped down, a citizen's council formed to determine how best to keep the city safe in their uncertain future.
One year later, Alinore would return, haggard and grim, its citizens no trace of the desolation that had been wrought. Over the next few years, the city would expand into the nearby land, exploration discouraged by the city council, for fear that any stray settler may lead destruction back to the newly defenseless city. As time went on and adventurers from other settlements that had survived made contact, public opinion would eventually force the council to allow adventuring parties to venture out into the world that remained.
As those few remaining days slipped by, and the darkness on the horizon closed on the city, the air of the city was one of tense anticipation. There was no point in running. All that could be done was to work on the magical protections. And when the dark cloud first came in contact with the wards around the city, and recoiled in a burst of light, the amassed citizens and exhausted mages cheered. They'd done it. They would be safe. Even as more cloudy tendrils struck the dome of light and were rebuffed, the cheers grew louder. The world, or all that was left of it was going to survive a bit longer.
And then at the last moment, the barrier began to fail, dark tendrils seeping through the last hope of the continent. As the shimmering wards began to shatter, one last surge of energy pulsed through the sky, and a massive burst of light forced those watching to avert their eyes. When they looked up again, the dark shroud was gone, along with the clouds, the sun, the moon, everything beyond the barrier, and every single magic-user linked to the barriers. With the sacrifice of their lives, they had planeshifted the city away. They would be safe from the desolation, though the next threat would be their limited food stores. Within a month, the royal family had stepped down, a citizen's council formed to determine how best to keep the city safe in their uncertain future.
One year later, Alinore would return, haggard and grim, its citizens no trace of the desolation that had been wrought. Over the next few years, the city would expand into the nearby land, exploration discouraged by the city council, for fear that any stray settler may lead destruction back to the newly defenseless city. As time went on and adventurers from other settlements that had survived made contact, public opinion would eventually force the council to allow adventuring parties to venture out into the world that remained.
The players would be some of the first explorers to set foot beyond Alinore, finding other settlements that survived and forging bonds as they try to uncover what happened in that final year before the world ended.
