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The Immortal Emperor is Dead.

Long Live The Emperor.

Playing Dungeons and Dragons with a group of friends is a time honored tradition - Story Focused D&D is no different. We're a group of seven folks who love to tell stories, and what better way to share them than through the collaborative medium of Dungeons and Dragons 5e!Everyone brings unique talents to the table, and a distinctive voice and character to explore the homebrew world and the story within

The Cast

Bedtime

as Dungeon Master


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Ryan

as Remiel


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Cat

as Philomela


While constantly learning new things about D&D, I've been dabbling in the game as a player for years now; RPG tabletops and creative storytelling are my passion. I also play video and board games, knit and do collaborative writing in my spare time, and have the softest spot for felines.

Pjeii

as Grumm


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Torg

as CCIL


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Bryant

as Captain Siltooth


I make noises that sound good and pick clothes that look good. If it works, it’s art. If it doesn’t, it’s avant-garde.

Arden

as Eshun Anaang


I've been playing D&D for just over 7 years and roleplaying for over a decade. Between D&D sessions, I enjoys walking my dogs, playing video games, and writing.

Player portraits done by ReddyPine

The Characters

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Grumm

Level 6 Path of the Beast Barbarian

played by Pjeii


"The strong feed the tribe, the weak feed the earth."


A creature of giant blood who could topple walls or empty an entire village’s food stores, Grumm is, to many, a living myth— something too large to belong in this mortal world. Stories about him travel faster than he does; tales of a “walking siege weapon,” of a half-breed marauder who devours towns into famine through grinning teeth. Some watch him with fascination, unsure whether they’re looking at a man or a force of nature wearing a man’s shape, while others see only a threat.
A grand duke is said to have sworn to mount Grumm’s head on his hall’s highest wall, claiming such a monster should not be allowed to roam free. Grumm hears these rumors in silence, pulling his cloak tighter around his massive frame as he keeps moving, hoping someday someone will see him for more than the shadow his size casts…


Eshun Anaang

Level 6 Battle Smith Artificer

played by Arden


"Fire and gunpowder do not lie together."


Eshun is an artificer, inventor, and merchant with big ambitions. After a smithing accident nearly cost him his life, he struck out on his own, determined to make a name for himself. Sadly, it hasn’t gone well.
Creator of many failed products such as the anti-monstra spike harness (his bestseller), the automatic hammer (unfortunately not a jackhammer), and the Ez-Bake Oven (surprisingly combustible), Eshun is hoping to redeem himself and forge his path to fame. Though toy-making and body augmentations are his passion, he’ll build anything, and do anything, to get ahead. He’s certain success will fix everything he ever broke— including his family.
By his side is his Steel Defender, La, a dog-like automaton and Eshun's best (and only) friend.


Philomela

Level 6 College of Whispers Bard

played by Cat


"What did the bird feel? when it discovered the walls of its cage?"


A luminous, untouchable star whose voice can command a crowd as easily as a whisper can sway a heart, Philomela is the empire’s treasured songbird. To the public, she is grace incarnate; an icon draped in elegance and gold whose every note seems shaped to perfection. Her rise to the spotlight, under the sponsorship of her reputable patron, seemed like a fairytale come true. Her presence is always welcome, though some say her schedule is kept with uncanny precision and every appearance serves a purpose only she can name.
Behind the empire’s adoration is a life far more intricate than her audiences will ever know. As Philomela bears the weight of her role with grace, something fractures under the surface, longing for something just out of reach.


Remiel

Level 6 School of Divination Wizard

played by Ryan


"If you had the chance to be part of something greater, would you take it? "


Remiel owed his life to the Flock. Its Keeper had taken him in as an abandoned infant, raising him as his own even knowing he was an aasimar. Unholy abominations like himself unable to live freely in the Empire, Remy lived in secrecy. Remy learned what all the Brothers and Sisters of the Flock knew: the Emperor had displeased the All-Father and he was dying. When The Emperor finally passed, the All-Father would return to shape the world anew. Until that day came, Remy dreamed, and, sometimes, he would dream of the future. The Keeper recognized this power and utilized it for the betterment of the Flock. Soon, people from all corners of the Empire came to visit Remy in secret, offering his Keeper gold and priceless jewels in exchange for Remy's visions. In time, The Keeper took him to see them, too. From Portitas to Meridia, Canistrum to Orienta, Remy thought he had seen everything the Empire had to offer.


CCIL

Level 6 Wild Magic Sorcerer

played by Torg


"If you had the chance to be part of something greater, would you take it? "


A cold, blue glow infused cold, blue flesh, and there was a spark, a smell of ozone, and then darkness. Eventually, light came once more, but this time it was warm, yellow. Sunlight, he would come to learn. Some kindly words from some people that seemed to recognize him but were too polite to ask questions, some borrowed clothes, and he was out wandering the streets, with nothing to show who he was or how he got here, beyond a strange body modification and its accompanying inscription.
Nonetheless, CCIL found himself drawn to magic, and felt the pull of arcane forces. We would even, from time to time, feel those forces well up in him, or lash out at threats. Who he was... What he was... Those things remained a mystery to him, and one of the reasons he had yet to stray too far from where he first awoke, unexpected, unclad, and unknown.


Captain Siltooth

Level 6 Swashbucklet Rogue

played by Bryant


"Metal or not, I still like a good drink and a bad idea."


They say old Siltooth wasn’t more than fifteen the first time they tossed him in a cell, framed for killing some noble he’d never even seen. Didn’t matter none; an eeker’s word counts for less than spit when the empire needs someone to blame. They dragged him through a sham of a trial, carved him up into gears and iron, and kept him as their pet machine. They thought he’d stay meek forever, but Siltooth bided his time, till one night he slipped out of his chains and vanished like steam off the river.
Years passed before folk started whisperin’ about a half-metal man cutting through imperial ships out on the open sea. No one knows if it’s truly him, but sailors swear if the wind starts carryin’ a strange metallic humming— like music played wrong— you’d best pray you’re not flyin’ the empire’s colors. Because if you are, lad… you won’t be makin’ it home.

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