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D and D Campaign StarterThis'll work for any humanoid, civilized races. It also works better with younger PC's.
You are near your hometown, a diverse little settlement, never growing in populace more than several hundred, but going back many, many generations, back to elves originally driven out by humans, in a field. You are enjoying yourselves, just being there, living. You are apprentices in your respective fields.
Suddenly, you feel the ground below you give, and you are falling
[PC's roll a reflex save against DC-15, losers role 1d8 damage, 3 and below are crippled in one leg, and move at ½ speed, 1s are crippled in both legs, and have a speed of 1, unless helped, which then moves at ½ speed. Winners take 1d4 damage]
[Winners] You manage to roll when you hit the ground absorbing the impact, but still hurt yourself a bit from the sheer height.
[Losers, 3/b] You manage to make a slightly soft landing, but you hear a crack, and a searing pain erupts from your leg. I
Fanon Backstory-Roland Wallace I'm a dead man.
I killed and have been killed,
They lured me in with promises of plasmids and money.My greed led me to agree and to become a tester.This cost me my life.
They took me through their facilities, to a sterilized room, where I was strapped to a table. They started telling me it was for safety, but I was starting to wonder who's safety it was for. The nurse pulled out an audio diary, to keep a record of results.
"Enrage plasmid test for Fontaine Industries," said
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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