Saige :D

Meet Orpheus! The Aaaimar Bard changing the world one song at a time!

Ok imagine a classic amnesia fighter character, but instead of a quest, they slowly regain memories as they level up, remembering how to fight.

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my party lay unconscious around me. the dragon towers over us, we've lost. my shield, my last connection to my past life, is ribbons at my feet.

it rears back its great golden claws, and i close my eyes, ready to join my friends.

i see a girl, we are sparring in a field. her voice sounds like a siren's song.

"it's easier to dodge a strong blow if you duck beneath it. It'll be tough because your instinct is going to be to dodge along the arc, that's how you end up dead Corinth"

Corinth? Is that me? Almost without thinking, I begin to list to the right. i fall to the ground, and the dragon's claws cut my cheek as it barely fails to split me in half.

i struggle to my feet and raise my sword. the dragon roars.

i shouldn't be alive, but i'm going to find out who i am.

Rogue: "The city walls are too high to climb, can you cast Fly?"

Wizard: "Sorry i'm out of spell slots."

Rogue: "What? How? We woke up like an hour ago?"

Wizard: "I've been casting Sending on Satan :)"

Rogue: ...

Wizard: "We're playing chess :3"

Rogue: "... Well are you winni-"

Cleric of Lathander, who is also a warlock of Lathander.

a tiefling girl watches as her temple goes up in flame. enormous tapestries depicting lathander’s light are kindling for the inferno.

she was the attending cleric when the raid happened. was she not devoted enough? had she not shown her faith? why wasn’t she strong enough to protect her home?

that’s when she feels it. the light around her begins to shift. not quite dark, but like the white light was pulled out of the environment. everything is dull but still too bright.

“Do you want to stop this from happening again?”

it was his voice. lathander. but it was different, almost sinister.

“my clerics can only do so much as Ao watches, but my warlocks can go so much further. will you spread my light?”

the tiefling’s eyes glow with necrotic sun light

a way of the astral self monk, who is an amputee.

a paladin who was a wizard’s familiar.

a young half elf stalks through the ruined wizard tower. the clang of his plate armor ring loud in the silence; his boots leave tracks in the ash. at the center he finds the owner of the tower, just a corpse now. it had only been a day since the true polymorph took hold, and the knowledge of the spell died with him.