The BigFooty D&D Session - Character Generation

[Chief]

It has begun!

If you want in, just post here with your character's details.

Use the rules posted here: https://www.bigfooty.com/forum/thre...n-character-generation.1168437/#post-59005796

You can also get the rules here: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/170294/Risus-The-Anything-RPG

• Name
• Race - One of the 5e races (Google them if you don't have the book)
• Class - One of the 5e classes (Google them if you don't have the book)
• Background - What's your story? Were you a poor serf child left orphaned by village raiders and now seek revenge? Were you a child of high birth who was left orphaned by an enemy noble house's machinations and now seek revenge? Or were you a child of a military family, left orphaned after betrayal on the battlefield, and now seek revenge? The possibilities are endless!
• Cliches: See the rules (they are 4 pages long) and assign your 10 points across your chosen cliches. You should fit your cliches in with "fun fantasy" theme.

The character gen rules in Risus are pretty simple, here is the basic deal:

See the rules for more info about equipment etc.

 

[Beerfish]

This is all so sudden. I don't need this pressure man!

 

[Beerfish]

Name: Friar Chuck Stone
Race: Human
Class: Monk
Background: It was a dark and, stormy night. Friar Chuck Stone looked down upon the smouldering remains of what was once his village. A village he had spent his whole life. Even as a boy he knew he was different from the other kids. They always wanted to fight each other and eat mud and such while all Chuck wanted to do was read The Good Words as were passed on to him by a traveling holy man who once made the village his home for a few years. He was prepetually drunk on The Sacramental Beverages and stank of smoke weed but he took young Chuck under his wing and shared with him The Good Words. And now it was all gone thanks to someone accidentally setting fire to a chicken which ran into the hay store, although Chuck would never know that was the reason as he'd fallen asleep on the shitter again and was only roused by the screaming of his people burning alive. This was a sign. A sign that it was time to leave this place and explore the world looking for who or what was responsible for such a heinous deed. But first, Chuck needed to pray for his fellow villagers. He wouldn't be sad though. Many less enlightened people would be sad but Chuck would be celebrating. Over a pint or 3. In the next village. Chuck stroked his belly, and slowly set off..

 

[General Soreness]

Name: Avoosl Wuthoqquan (middle names to be added)
Race: (Rock) Gnome
Class: Rogue
Background: Avoosl is a traveler in search of medals, awards, and prizes that if not jewel encrusted soon will be. He chiefly seeks these by impressing courts with his technical prowess, though his audience frequently lack his sense of humour and mischievousness, and more than once has he had to flee a kingdom having instigated a rather unnecessary and embarrassing, but chaotic and highly amusing scene. It's often unclear if Avoosl is an adventurer or simply on the run. If he's on the run, his hat studded with (possibly stolen) medals and badges of merit is not a good disguise.

 

[NTRabbit]

I'll get something down by this evening

 

[NTRabbit]

Name: Kalspira Doomstrung
Race: Tiefling
Class: Bard
Background: After fleeing the persecution heaped on his family, a starving and disoriented Kalspira stumbled upon an unmarked tomb while seeking shelter from the rain. Within, he found that there was no coffin, no body, no riches, not even a vengeful spirit standing guard; all it contained was a great and ominous Dulcimer, made from castle forged steel, the playing of which earned him his first meal in months at a nearby camp. Now he travels the world, thrashing out dark and aggressive harmonies to teach others of both the heritage, and hope, of his people, all the while running from whatever fate the enchanted instrument is calling towards him.

 

[Beerfish]

I think my back story needs to lift.

 

[Equus]

I'd like to play.

Name - Dereck Norman
Race - Standard Human
Class - Barbarian
Background -

Dereck Norman bought a toaster from an op ship. One day he wanted toast. Toaster wasn't working properly so he stuck his whole hand to play around with the heating element. He got electrocuted. And then transported to a different dimension. He did not know that it was a magic portal toaster.

Dropped out of the heavens and hit his head on a number tree branches. Head hit rock when landed. Lost some function of his brain. Clan of barbarians find him. Nurse him to health. Trained to be a domestic servant to the clan as well as vanguard of the raiding party. Left for dead in the latest raid. Decides to become a barbarian for hire.

Also - A useless member of the band of heroes. Please be patient. - Purely because I have no idea what I am doing. Hahah.

 

[General Soreness]

Also - A useless member of the band of heroes.

Hardly, at least we have a specialist fighter now!

 

[General Soreness]

What happens next?

 

[NTRabbit]

Someone casts magic missile and attacks the darkness

 

[Chief]

Someone casts magic missile and attacks the darkness

... which is the last thing you can remember. You wake up in a locked room.

 

[Jazny]

Chief??

 

[Chief]

Name: Friar Chuck Stone
Race: Human
Class: Monk
Background: It was a dark and, stormy night. Friar Chuck Stone looked down upon the smouldering remains of what was once his village. A village he had spent his whole life. Even as a boy he knew he was different from the other kids. They always wanted to fight each other and eat mud and such while all Chuck wanted to do was read The Good Words as were passed on to him by a traveling holy man who once made the village his home for a few years. He was prepetually drunk on The Sacramental Beverages and stank of smoke weed but he took young Chuck under his wing and shared with him The Good Words. And now it was all gone thanks to someone accidentally setting fire to a chicken which ran into the hay store, although Chuck would never know that was the reason as he'd fallen asleep on the shitter again and was only roused by the screaming of his people burning alive. This was a sign. A sign that it was time to leave this place and explore the world looking for who or what was responsible for such a heinous deed. But first, Chuck needed to pray for his fellow villagers. He wouldn't be sad though. Many less enlightened people would be sad but Chuck would be celebrating. Over a pint or 3. In the next village. Chuck stroked his belly, and slowly set off..

Name: Avoosl Wuthoqquan (middle names to be added)
Race: (Rock) Gnome
Class: Rogue
Background: Avoosl is a traveler in search of medals, awards, and prizes that if not jewel encrusted soon will be. He chiefly seeks these by impressing courts with his technical prowess, though his audience frequently lack his sense of humour and mischievousness, and more than once has he had to flee a kingdom having instigated a rather unnecessary and embarrassing, but chaotic and highly amusing scene. It's often unclear if Avoosl is an adventurer or simply on the run. If he's on the run, his hat studded with (possibly stolen) medals and badges of merit is not a good disguise.

I'd like to play.

Name - Dereck Norman
Race - Standard Human
Class - Barbarian
Background -

Dereck Norman bought a toaster from an op ship. One day he wanted toast. Toaster wasn't working properly so he stuck his whole hand to play around with the heating element. He got electrocuted. And then transported to a different dimension. He did not know that it was a magic portal toaster.

Dropped out of the heavens and hit his head on a number tree branches. Head hit rock when landed. Lost some function of his brain. Clan of barbarians find him. Nurse him to health. Trained to be a domestic servant to the clan as well as vanguard of the raiding party. Left for dead in the latest raid. Decides to become a barbarian for hire.

Also - A useless member of the band of heroes. Please be patient. - Purely because I have no idea what I am doing. Hahah.

Name: Kalspira Doomstrung
Race: Tiefling
Class: Bard
Background: After fleeing the persecution heaped on his family, a starving and disoriented Kalspira stumbled upon an unmarked tomb while seeking shelter from the rain. Within, he found that there was no coffin, no body, no riches, not even a vengeful spirit standing guard; all it contained was a great and ominous Dulcimer, made from castle forged steel, the playing of which earned him his first meal in months at a nearby camp. Now he travels the world, thrashing out dark and aggressive harmonies to teach others of both the heritage, and hope, of his people, all the while running from whatever fate the enchanted instrument is calling towards him.

SO I have decided against 5e rules per se, though you can use equipment and magic from 5e as a basis for your descriptions during fighting and tests and so on.

Using your character descriptions, use these rules - they are very short and free to download - to flesh out your character's skills.

https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/170294/Risus-The-Anything-RPG - This has the rules and some extras

Or just download the attachment on this post which is the rules only. Only 4 pages. Easy.

This is the basic Character Generation method (There are some more paras explaining this, and your basic equipment):

 

[Chief]

Beerfish your Cliches might be things like: Monk, Scholar, Glutton etc

So the number of dice you assign to "Scholar" might be used for anything related to texts, history, architecture (what language is this scroll written in?) and so on.

Just think "fun fantasy".

As a monk and glutton you'd have a robe, no armour to start and maybe you would max out at a leather vest under your robe, a staff and maybe a dagger, an alms tin/quaffing tankard, a heavy copy of whatever text that your religion centres on, and so on.

 

[Equus]

Hi Chief.
I, unfortunately, won't have the time to participate. Please count me out in this one.
Apologies.

 

[Chief]

Hi Chief.
I, unfortunately, won't have the time to participate. Please count me out in this one.
Apologies.

No worries.

 

[Jazny]

Am I too late, Chief??

 

[Chief]

Am I too late, Chief??

No, see a few posts above for rules and character generation.

 

[Jazny]

Name - Jaznie
Race - Elf (obviously!)
Class/Cliche - Beastmaster druid 4, illusionist 3, Archer 1, alchemist 1
Background - I am an elf from deep within the enchanted forests of the north. One day when experimenting with a new herbal remedy*, I smoked maybe a little too much and wandered a long way in to the forest until I became lost and frightened. Not knowing what else to do I just decided to sit in this colourful and surreal forest and meditate a little.

Somewhere deep within this psychedelic experience I realised I could talk to animals and I spent hours and hours talking to a really big snow lion called Brutus and we became close friends and it vowed to protect me in all my adventures... I felt so safe!! Until I sobered up and realised I wasn't talking to a snow lion, it was a tiny little bunny. I was too embarrassed to tell him he wasnt a very useful companion, so now Brutus and I wander the land together on all kinds of adventures and stuff.

I made Brutus a little vest, Chief

 

[_Mike_]

dungeons and dragons character creation.. Im still stuck somewhere on 2nd edition rules...

 

[_Mike_]

ok, here goes..

Sylvandran Elstraad
Male: 1/2 Elf Fighter- Crusader
Feats: Defence (2) Great Weapon fighting (2), Intimidation (2) , Iron Will (2) , Shield specialisation (2)

Background:
Sylvandran (or known as Sylvan for short) spent much of his early life learning beating up bullies who took out their frustration on the weak. Taking a keen interest in the art of hand to hand combat he went through various schools for fighters and weapon masters to learn the art of being a crusader. When Sylvan is around, others fear at the presence of this 1/2 elf with a commanding presence.

 

[Chief]

Name: Friar Chuck Stone
Race: Human
Class: Monk
Background: It was a dark and, stormy night. Friar Chuck Stone looked down upon the smouldering remains of what was once his village. A village he had spent his whole life. Even as a boy he knew he was different from the other kids. They always wanted to fight each other and eat mud and such while all Chuck wanted to do was read The Good Words as were passed on to him by a traveling holy man who once made the village his home for a few years. He was prepetually drunk on The Sacramental Beverages and stank of smoke weed but he took young Chuck under his wing and shared with him The Good Words. And now it was all gone thanks to someone accidentally setting fire to a chicken which ran into the hay store, although Chuck would never know that was the reason as he'd fallen asleep on the shitter again and was only roused by the screaming of his people burning alive. This was a sign. A sign that it was time to leave this place and explore the world looking for who or what was responsible for such a heinous deed. But first, Chuck needed to pray for his fellow villagers. He wouldn't be sad though. Many less enlightened people would be sad but Chuck would be celebrating. Over a pint or 3. In the next village. Chuck stroked his belly, and slowly set off..

Name: Avoosl Wuthoqquan (middle names to be added)
Race: (Rock) Gnome
Class: Rogue
Background: Avoosl is a traveler in search of medals, awards, and prizes that if not jewel encrusted soon will be. He chiefly seeks these by impressing courts with his technical prowess, though his audience frequently lack his sense of humour and mischievousness, and more than once has he had to flee a kingdom having instigated a rather unnecessary and embarrassing, but chaotic and highly amusing scene. It's often unclear if Avoosl is an adventurer or simply on the run. If he's on the run, his hat studded with (possibly stolen) medals and badges of merit is not a good disguise.

Name: Kalspira Doomstrung
Race: Tiefling
Class: Bard
Background: After fleeing the persecution heaped on his family, a starving and disoriented Kalspira stumbled upon an unmarked tomb while seeking shelter from the rain. Within, he found that there was no coffin, no body, no riches, not even a vengeful spirit standing guard; all it contained was a great and ominous Dulcimer, made from castle forged steel, the playing of which earned him his first meal in months at a nearby camp. Now he travels the world, thrashing out dark and aggressive harmonies to teach others of both the heritage, and hope, of his people, all the while running from whatever fate the enchanted instrument is calling towards him.

Name - Jaznie
Race - Elf (obviously!)
Class/Cliche - Beastmaster druid 4, illusionist 3, Archer 1, alchemist 1
Background - I am an elf from deep within the enchanted forests of the north. One day when experimenting with a new herbal remedy*, I smoked maybe a little too much and wandered a long way in to the forest until I became lost and frightened. Not knowing what else to do I just decided to sit in this colourful and surreal forest and meditate a little.

Somewhere deep within this psychedelic experience I realised I could talk to animals and I spent hours and hours talking to a really big snow lion called Brutus and we became close friends and it vowed to protect me in all my adventures... I felt so safe!! Until I sobered up and realised I wasn't talking to a snow lion, it was a tiny little bunny. I was too embarrassed to tell him he wasnt a very useful companion, so now Brutus and I wander the land together on all kinds of adventures and stuff.

I made Brutus a little vest, Chief

ok, here goes..

Sylvandran Elstraad
Male: 1/2 Elf assassin
Feats: Weapons master (4), Skulker (2), Dual Wielder (2), Lock breaker (2)

Background:
Sylvandran (or known as Sylvan for short) spent much of his early life learning the basic craft of thievery as a young fledgling plying his trade along the dingy streets and passageways. Taking a keen interest in the art of ambush and subterfuge he honed his skills in the art of assassination but keeping a low profile, hidden from view and using subterfuge as his weapon of choice. When Sylvan is around, others are forced to look over their shoulder.

So here is our Party of Five.

No beefy fighter I see...

Mike you might want to change as we already have a rogue.

 

[Jazny]

Brutus takes offense when he hears you say we have "no beefy fighter"

 

[NTRabbit]

Right right, I'll get to updating it