So! Years ago, Rorshach and I came up with a concept for a free-form roleplay that recently I have been wanting to revise into a D&D Campaign. The gist of it is going to follow the stories of several heroes to be, pawns on a chess board of the gods. Roax, a particular ambitious and malevolent god, sought to weaken the influence of the other gods within the realm of man by wiping out an entire generation of heroes about to be reborn to the world. The survivors were scattered across the lands at birth, and lost.
We're still undecided on what system we plan to run the game under, but currently are favoring either Pathfinder, or D&D 5.0.
To give a little snippet of the campaign to come I've included the original post of the original roleplay that I've revised for the D&D Campaign:
Swirling through the ether, you had no real sense of self or being anymore. You knew only peace, it enveloped you in a warm blanket of safety and contentment. Days, months, years... time had ceased to hold meaning to her anymore. There were others all around you, drifting blissfully and content as they awaited their time to be reborn. They were the souls of the dead, heroes and servants of the divine. Their sacrifices afforded them the highest honor, a place of seemingly eternal bliss until the world might have need of their strength and light once again. It was how it had always been, the souls of heroes being reborn to the world when its need was greatest.
The world was an intricate tapestry of pure artistry, beyond the scope of mortal imagination or comprehension. Each soul needed to be carefully nurtured and incubated before being reborn to the world. Each one required generations of planning to ensure they would grow into their destinies at the proper time. It took years for a child to grow to adult hood, years to learn life's lessons and to discover what makes a mortal's heart beat strong in the face of adversity.
The gods were artists and the world their canvas, but like all artists, not all of the their tapestries can become master pieces. Tampering with the weave of creation and the rebirth of souls wasn't an exact science. Free will reigned supreme in the realm of the mortals. Miscalculations were prevalent all across history. Carefully laid threads could become severed, heroes could fall before their time, others still could fall from grace and turn to darker paths. Such was the way of the world and such was the story of our champions to be.
A fallen hero from generations past, you were to be reborn to the Shedinn brotherhood in the lands of Valore. The elders of the order had already foreseen the rebirth of the legendary heroes. They would shelter and rear the children, see that the grew into all that would be needed. With the strings of destiny carefully lain, you and dozens more were drawn from the ether of souls.
However as carefully lain plans so rarely do, things were not to go as intended. Where before only peace and serenity had existed, darkness was now introduced to the mixture. Like a wildfire burning through the threads of destiny, your soul was enveloped in a shadow of chaos. There was no fear or questioning within you, for such thoughts were beyond the capacity of a soul; there was only a vague sense of awareness before that too was gone.
We're still undecided on what system we plan to run the game under, but currently are favoring either Pathfinder, or D&D 5.0.
To give a little snippet of the campaign to come I've included the original post of the original roleplay that I've revised for the D&D Campaign:
Swirling through the ether, you had no real sense of self or being anymore. You knew only peace, it enveloped you in a warm blanket of safety and contentment. Days, months, years... time had ceased to hold meaning to her anymore. There were others all around you, drifting blissfully and content as they awaited their time to be reborn. They were the souls of the dead, heroes and servants of the divine. Their sacrifices afforded them the highest honor, a place of seemingly eternal bliss until the world might have need of their strength and light once again. It was how it had always been, the souls of heroes being reborn to the world when its need was greatest.
The world was an intricate tapestry of pure artistry, beyond the scope of mortal imagination or comprehension. Each soul needed to be carefully nurtured and incubated before being reborn to the world. Each one required generations of planning to ensure they would grow into their destinies at the proper time. It took years for a child to grow to adult hood, years to learn life's lessons and to discover what makes a mortal's heart beat strong in the face of adversity.
The gods were artists and the world their canvas, but like all artists, not all of the their tapestries can become master pieces. Tampering with the weave of creation and the rebirth of souls wasn't an exact science. Free will reigned supreme in the realm of the mortals. Miscalculations were prevalent all across history. Carefully laid threads could become severed, heroes could fall before their time, others still could fall from grace and turn to darker paths. Such was the way of the world and such was the story of our champions to be.
A fallen hero from generations past, you were to be reborn to the Shedinn brotherhood in the lands of Valore. The elders of the order had already foreseen the rebirth of the legendary heroes. They would shelter and rear the children, see that the grew into all that would be needed. With the strings of destiny carefully lain, you and dozens more were drawn from the ether of souls.
However as carefully lain plans so rarely do, things were not to go as intended. Where before only peace and serenity had existed, darkness was now introduced to the mixture. Like a wildfire burning through the threads of destiny, your soul was enveloped in a shadow of chaos. There was no fear or questioning within you, for such thoughts were beyond the capacity of a soul; there was only a vague sense of awareness before that too was gone.
