Contemplating running a 1st edit ad&d campaign. Really contingent on how many interested takers there are on here.
please briefly introduce yourself, explain your roleplay history, and what kind of character you are particular to.
The setting is my own homebrew world, you'll start out at 1st level, with max hp.
Stat gen is simple: roll 4d6, reroll 1's and 2's, drop lowest score.
a successful party composition for this particular campaign (note this is merely a suggestion)
- 1 magic-user
2 clerics
3 fighters (preferebly a ranger or barbarian)
thief or assassin
if you can't be a team player, you'll either get yourself killed or your party members in the long run. I know this sounds like a no brainer, but I've had pc's in the past who did nothing but treat this like a videogame they were trying to beat in the first five minutes.
The campaign setting transpires in the Inner Kingdoms, 13 realms loosely aligned or loosely opposed to one another. Your characters will have started at random locations, but will converge and begin in a kingdom called Nyr.
brief info:
the world is in close proximity to Jupiter in diameter, has obviously hospitable atmosphere. Plant life is exceedingly exotic, more evolved and varied (expect animated plant life, plant-life creatures, and such).
There are two suns, one is orangey red and the other a subdued cobalt color
low magic, low fantasy
here's a little bit of a premise, backstory what have you
you were summoned in secret channels, whether by a magical sending, a hand delivered letter, or even a carrier pigeon the message was poignantly clear: your presence was commanded, not sweetly asked. When you read the letter, a *suggestion* compelled you to follow it to where it lead.
the rendezvou point: a place called Boarshead Inn in the wine country of Nyr. Seemed innocuous enough, it was a popular waypoint station for traveling merchants that worked the old mariners road. Sometimes mercs and thugs sought some easy coin there, but only to afford their drink and viddles.
you couldn't help but feel that eyes were on you. One minute a cat is staring at you strangely, and the next a raven.
one minute your sleeping off a night of heavy drink and revelry when men burst through your door, clad in black hood and robes their faces concealed with hideous masks that depicted an animal of different variations. They mostly wielded daggers or garrottes, and it was painfully clear they meant you no good.
You give them to slip, leaping out the window into a pile of hay, or some cleverer version of the story. You latched onto a clothesline and swung across the air of an alley and went crashing through the window of an adjacent building, landing in the bed of a bald merchant and his whore in the throughs of heated carnality.
You make good on your escape, but alone and being hunted by a cadre of black clad lunatics was not something you preferred. The Boarshead Inn, could it yield some answer to your current predicament? Or was it an elaborate trap? This just keeps getting weirder!
If interested let me know, thanks!
