Yours Truly

Mot's motorcycle appears to understand what the man was thinking of, and it immediately rides off towards the portal at breakneck speeds, potentially causing Bridgett to experience quite a shock. Eventually the Motorcycle decides to perform a wheelie as it charges into the portal. It had a rather soft landing on the metal hallway. "How are you feeling?".

@rustytengo You don't know how exactly but somehow Mot's revolver was already carried in his hands, and he leapt onto his motorcycle seemingly preparing to charge towards this new portal based threat, but not before saying "I would love to chat some more with you Bridgett, but I sense much potential death inside of that portal". Immediately after saying that Mot pointed his finger vaguely at an area somewhere near the Entry Hall. Mot's motorcycle appears to have enough room in the back for one occupant. Whether or not Bridgett decides to join him Mot would ride out of the Servant's Quarters on his bike, and charge directly inside of that portal, possibly while doing a wheelie.

Mot carefully examined Bridgett's cartridge from a distance, and he acknowledged how she really did seem to be the wizarding type. He didn't manage to figure out what kind of magic was in it, but it seemed powerful enough. "Where did you learn to store magic anyway?". Not Mot Solomon shrugged his shoulders before slowly turning to leave from the room. "Nah man, it's fine, not like I'm spending any money you didn't earn.". He stopped to glance vaguely at Marisa's direction for a moment "Eh, it's all just the same Jane Austen book, that one book about battles written in Hebrew, and a slightly charred odd draft of an already odd book.". He left the room immediately after saying those parting words.

@lifesapity A. I have never played D&D 5E before B. I promise to use my wannabe power gamer powers for not getting the party killed. C. I am partial to the good old "You all meet each other in a tavern" beginning, but I have always been a cliche kind of guy.

Gnarls was polite this time and he put the vidcon character down outside of the Hovercraft, and he turned to face them with a kind expression on his face "Do you have a name? Mine is Gnarls by the way".

Edmond would notice the distinct sound of several books being forced to do something they were never designed to do before spotting shaped clump of books approaching him, and an open door. You recognize it as the rather odd looking man in a silk robe sitting on a floating throne of books calling himself "Solomon". Today Solomon appears to have let some other books carry two shopping bags for him by somehow creating an entire floating platform of books for said shopping bags. He waves his right hand at Edmond before moving the floating platform containing both shopping bags over to Edmond somehow. "Pretty much everything you wanted, if you wanted a pile of miscellaneous machine parts that that just might work properly with the system you have on if you try really hard, but you should be able to make it work man, I actually believe in you". He glanced at Lexiel's direction for a moment, and he looked at the boy and the woman he didn't recognize, and shrugged his shoulders before getting off of his book shaped throne to extend a handshake to the closest stranger around, a dark blue haired female Wizard who seems to have a fondness for ancient grimoires. "My name is Solomon, may I ask for your name Miss...?".

Gnarls continues running after the guard from earlier with the Vidcon character carried with him on his left hand. The cute little guy didn't seem like he would have just given up and ran away, especially with those stubby legs. And so Gnarls tried to calm it down by using his B-Ball carrying hand to rub the B-Ball on top of its head, mimicking an odd petting motion while saying "There, there, you will be fine little guy".

Right hokay then, main forum post woo! First things first I would like to thank @Adamance As A.K.A. King Murdoc who I have chosen not to ping because I know how much he dislikes getting randomly pinged for introducing me to the whole RP scene and being patient enough with my unhinged insanity. @Strider for being the sort of nice chap who is perfectly willing to read a block of miscellaneous fluff given by a complete stranger and judge it at 9 AM in the morning despite that sentence not making sense, and also for generally being nice to the point where I wonder if you are some form of polite conversation AI. @Bfroger6 For being the only Froger that matters to me, and also for dumping your own particular brand of insanity/creativity in the form of a certain RP called Pokemon in Space. @Empiricist for being an extremely creative/lood person in general. I hope that you will still have a good time underneath all of those assignments Emp. @DemICE for reminding me that life could always be worse, as no matter how bad it gets over here I can't imagine it getting as bad economically as over there, I genuinely hope that your store beats the odds and prospers. @Hal Henderics @DragonRage Strider again, Empiricist again, @IntSys For being immensely entertaining and also for helping me make a certain project using your detailed knowledge of a certain sacred Dwarven tradition/Mad Geology skillz/Proof Reading and occasional "Oh my" provider/Proof Reading "Lava idealism"/Proof Reading "Fellow Comrade". @Clownpiece For making that one RP and putting up with me making a reference to some superhero movie series as a character. @PigeonOfAstora For being the semi literate edgy fokker of a spew monkey we all know and love sometimes. @Monsieur Divergent For trying to improve, remember that we are all friends with you here and that some of us respect you no matter what. "Perfectionism is fear of being criticized" we have all not been there before.

Atton uses Never give up on the group because he didn't get to use that last time

Halley would notice many things in the next few moments, but chief among them would be Solomon walking away from her with an odd look on his face as he left the room. She would also notice two things left on the floor, the first would be a rather comfortable looking black trenchcoat that wouldn't seem out of place in a Film Noir movie, and the second would be a discrete tome with a cover made out of some dark grey material lying on the floor, it had the words "Assassinomocron" written on it in oddly enough hard to find dark green writing, somewhere around it you spot the words "Advanced study material" and you can barely make out several impressions that spell out the words "Not meant for irresponsible idiots, so please don't give this to a certain tactless someone Halley, just please don't".

Radovan attempted to find a suitable time to make a dramatically entrance, but after a while he gave up and barged into the ice cream shop anyway. After a while he would notice Shelly talking to the Ice Cream vendor, although he did choose to completely and utterly ignore her as he said "The friend of mine I gave the ice cream to liked it by the way, in the sense that I handed it to someone who looked vaguely like her before walking away. The Kokoa ice cream was absolutely delicious by the way".

Mot would have turned to face the large emanation of holy magic, but to be brutally honest that would have been rude, and it was obviously not some magical tram or bus ride to heaven. And so Mot did what he does best and tried to add a measure of calm to a potentially chaotic and often terrifying situation by putting on his most calming tone of voice and saying "The name is Mot, Michael Mot, it is nice to meet you Bridgett, and you too Morning Arrow. What did you mean by 'cartridges' anyway?".

Pretty much the only other question I have left would be what sources you have and allow, well that and do you go with that basic pre rolled stat thing, a point buy system, or do you let the one true dice god decide?

Mot idly waved at the Shy woman named Bridgett's pendant, it was hardly the most unusual thing he has seen, and she didn't seem to be in the mood for questions, although...."If I may ask, what were the two of you doing inside?".

Gnarls is disappointed at the loss of of the vidcon character, but he can see a losing fight when he is in one, which is why he shouted "Get the hell out of there man!" before using his B-Ball empowered strength to try and pick up the Aron while running after the fleeing guard.

Mot shook his head after listening to the shy woman speak, and he tried to be as polite as possible when he said "No actually, I was just wondering why this door had been glowing...It's not exactly a common sight isn't it?". The motorcycle flashed his lights at the shy woman as if to prove Mot's point. He offered her a handshake before saying "My name is Mot, may I ask for your name Miss....?".

Mot simply shrugged at Morgan for leaving, and he went to find a less rude person to talk to. Rather unfortunately everyone was busy talking amongst themselves, and the only thing that seemed vaguely interesting enough for him to examine was the oddly glowing door. Mot wondered if he finally found a portal to heaven as he firmly knocked on the door with the good old Shave and a Haircut technique. His motorcycle beeped at the door once, and he accidentally mumbled out an apology in his native accent.

I suggest that you allow people to choose between Pre mades or making their own character, as it provides an adequate middle ground for the people who want to make their Dorf Bards a thing, and the people who just don't want to create a character that can barely crawl from one end of the room to the other. Also I'm sorry if this is too personal, but may I ask what your Timezone is? Feel free to not answer that question. Also I am a sucker for long and detailed campaign hooks, maybe you should make the hopefully on the way OOC have more fluff? It will also help people who want to make their own characters.

((Shadowrun subplot has ended, Solomon, Izumi, and Halley is currently in The Ballroom as no one had mentioned anything about it being too full)) Solomon handed the old fashioned glass over to Izumi before slowly walking away, it felt quite awkward when his eyes saw Halley, and the only thing he could really do was stand there while staring at her for a while, doing nothing but maintaining the increasingly awkward silence between the two of them. It took a while but he finally broke the silence by raising one of the two beers he had been carrying in his right hand before saying "Don't start drinking yet Kid, and use a bigger gun next time, or poison.".

The Dragon roared in defiance as it crashed out of the arcology, smashing through barriers it would never have broken on its own, seemingly becoming stronger with every single obstacle it smashes through. Its riders were perhaps rather terrified of its strange new behavior, but they did not have enough time to fully come to terms with what they are in fact doing before they dragon flew directly into the skies above. Edmond and Izumi's phones rung for a few moments, and it continued to ring until an indescribable feeling overcame everyone as a golden angel winged out of the sky, before kicking the dragon on its backside. The phones were immediately snuffed out as the dragon reached an even greater speed. The landscape below you appeared to have started to shift and squirm as you move above it, before reality gave up with trying to keep such intense magic in check and everything below you turned a rather odd plaid. You don't really remember what happens next, one moment you were stuck there watching as you seemed to pass by several oceans and continents, and another moment the continents turned into hellish landscapes filled with every single goddamn horror you could imagine, and that one odd little molar and teeth covered thing that flied towards you before crashing into a nearby pillar, and then there was an odd feeling off being yanked somewhere. Edmond would awaken inside of a small room in the Servant's quarters, absolutely nothing remains of the dragon you had ridden or the angel that led you...somewhere, unless that pile of ashes, twisted and partially charred bones, and what appears to be a thankfully still alive Lexiel with her head inside of a rather large pile of the stuff was it. Fortunately it appears that the Dragon was the only casualty, although Edmond might want to find a nice toilet to throw up in after the rather bumpy flight. Visrii would land rather roughly inside of the Throne Room, conveniently next to Wyvis. Well convenient for the man bleeding out and not the man who just saw his best friend being thrown out of nothingness while comatose and bleeding from a shoulder wound. The Bullet would find himself inside of the Engine room of the castle, although of course he wouldn't know what that was or why there is a living Statue near him, but of course life is always an adventure isn't it? Izumi would rather unfortunately find herself seated next to Solomon in the ballroom, who wordlessly hands her a bottle opener and an old fashioned glass. Halley could do nothing but maintain an awkward silence and try to not make too much of a fuss. No one really knows what happens afterwards in that dark and dreary world, although if asked a certain someone would hand out some souvenirs from a very happy client, but not before telling you to aim better next time. For some odd reason Edmond, Halley, Izumi, and Lexiel would find something quite odd inside of each their respective bags; a respectable plaque of solid Gold and unfortunately synthetic wood for Edmond with the words "The lesson is this - the game is rigged. The cards are stacked. The dice are loaded. It's the same as it always was. And that's why we don't *play* their fragging game.". Halley would find a smaller plaque made out of a small amount of sterling silver backed by real wood, it reads "We need to have a plan so that we know what we're deviating from.". Izumi would just find a rather ancient bottle of unopened whiskey, and a comfortable and surprisingly tough T-Shirt saying "I'm environmentally friendly. I decompose waste elements of society.". Lexiel would find a small magical trinket of randomness in the form of a necklace and a symbol of a pink mohawk being currently worn by her, for some odd reason she feels that it may or may not be a good idea to use its innate power when casting magic, although it really depends on a variety of constantly changing factors. A note laying next to her proudly proclaims the words "Totems: If you can form a concept, and it's likely to say disturbing things to you while under the influence of LSD, then you've got a winner.".

While jumping up to the pit, Gnarls quickly tried to capture the falling metallic thing, to examine for a moment, and after obtaining a firm grip on the cliff face he examined it a bit further for a few moments. To him it looked exactly like something out of a Vid Con, and for a moment he considered the surprisingly likely possiblity that he is in fact in some sort of ultra immersive vid con, like a highly experimental Virtual Reality thing that works off of easily exploitable narrative conventions, but he quickly decided that was a ridiculous idea and that it was probably just some tricky dick who decided to throw away a perfectly good real vidcon character that they made using weird science for some odd reason. He carried it with him as he used his basketball granted powers to ascend up the cliff once more, and upon sighting the battle he just smiled and flexed his muscles at the energetic looking town guard while shouting "SLAM WITH THE BEST OR JAM WITH THE REST!". Gnarls Barkley uses his Right arm and hand to use Power Up on Aelius, and uses his left arm to keep a firm grip on the abused Vidcon character.

Mot noted the man's facial expressions and he shook Annoyed Morgan's hand. Morgan would have noted several things about Mot's hand, it would feel a bit off, as if there was something horribly wrong about it that he couldn't quite place, but he would note how Mot's handshake was firm enough to indicate that he was paying attention to what Morgan was saying, but not firm enough to seem desperate or untrustworthy. After shaking Morgan's hand Mot would put on his plausibly French accent before saying "You may call me Mot, although it seems that I best be going, I wouldn't want to intrude too much on your sense of privacy after all".

To be honest there are many ways of doing this sort of thing. You could try Discord which basically allows you to create your own chat server, just start inviting people who want to play and make a separate channel for gaem stuff, a channel for character creation, a channel for character sheet submissions, and a channel for general stuff. I have never used Rolld20 before, mostly because it's map just won't work for me. Or you could try doing it here on Reborn. Of course either way you go you should remember that D&D is still niche in the sense that not a lot of people have played it before, and to be honest all I know about 5E is that School of Knowledge Bards are mathematically awesome, Wizards don't have metamagic but they have a new thing that makes them just as powerful, Clerics and Druids will still make you cry, Paladins won't have to be ridiculous to keep their powers (Since Oathbreaker still counts as a valid Paladin type apparently), and that spell slots are different here. Also Fighters are as always, Fighters.

Oooh, a D&D campaign that looks like it will be pretty damn metal, well to be brutally honest IDK if I would even be able to join since you seem like you want a non Play by Post game and we have differing enough timezones for that to matter, but I am interested. Probably going to make a Paladin and then die before we get another level due to obvious reasons related to how people react to anyone attempting to play as a Paladin.

Meanwhile in real life. Gnarls has just about had it with this trip and the mysterious entity who brought him there. The canyon had very little to do with B-Ball, and now he can see some weird sandstorm thing on the cliff's summit. Realizing that he had absolutely no other leads he proceeded to walk up to the cliff face and Try to get a headstart on climbing up by using his B-Ball Athletics prowess to jump as close as possible to the summit before climbing the rest of the way up.