Mushie's Epic 8 Eberron Game

System: Houseruled 3.5 DND (Eberron Campaign Setting, 'Core' 3.5 using Epic 8 Houserules, which you can find here: https://dungeons.fandom.com/wiki/E6_(3.5e_Sourcebook) but going to Level 8 instead of Level 6, some adjustments/houserules to the base rules/campaign setting), Using Core 3.5, Eberron Campaign Setting, Players guide to Eberron, Five Nations. 
Format: PBP, this was originally advertised on Realm Forgers discord 
Player Count:  I'm looking for up to a dozen players in play by post format  
Schedule: One post a day would be great. A post or two a week would be an absolute mininimum. I don't demand books but solid informative in character replies are what I am looking for.  

 

World/Story Description: My Dad, The Bard 

 

Dad was a great bard. I mean back in the day, he did all kinds of crazy stuff, and he’d always come home to us kids. Sometimes he’d have some new brothers and sisters, sometimes he’d just have what he called a stray but we knew they were orphans. Our dad had a big heart, no one went hungry in our house,. Not the kids, not the neighbors. Later in the war, he was home more. He had time to each us all sorts of things as he turned our old manor house into an ale house. “Kids just remember, always money in ale.” he’s say and we’d help out. By then the oldest of us had already moved out and Dad didn’t move as good as he used to. You could see the pain and limp but he was never lazy. He worked that bar like a pro, people would come all around. For the Ale but just as much to hear him tell stories. The best ones he always kept for us kids, filling our heads with tales of dragons and adventure and war. That one man or woman could make a difference. 

Our Youngest siblings now work the bar and Dad does only a little. Confined to his chair as he is, his foot finally seizing up and turning inward. Now its up to us kids, Dad says. GO OUT THERE Dad Booms, The World needs you!

 

Patron: Your Father, a retired agent of the Crown of Breland, an adventurer, a spy,  a bard, the father to many illegitimate offspring. He is all of these things. He owns both a well to do Ale house and owns some logging interests in and around Cragswar, between the Blackcaps Mountains and the Greenhaunt Forest. A bustling town inside  Breland but near the border of both Aundair and Thrane

Goal: Make a name for yourselves. There is no shortage of work in the area, the forests are part of the Harrowcrowns, home to goblins, phase spiders and worst, the mountains are full of silver and strange metals but the keyword is strange. The black pit is only two or three days to the south of Cragswar, a hole in the earth that goes down so deep no one knows where it ends. Wretched place, your father took you all there once , while he was buying horses so you could see how terrible it was. But still you have greater aspirations then some hole or goblins or even fey, you want to bring your old man a story he hasn’t heard before and given that he’s a bard that means you have to go make a story worth listening to. 

Benefit: while not a bardic college, your old man did ply you with lore and teach you about the world. Everyone in the part can roll together a ‘Bardic knowledge’ based on your father’s stories about things you encounter. 

Reason you adventure together? It’s the family business. Even if you don’t like each other you still love each other.

Song and Desired Tone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n63UbX5kzAc, Power metal and Fantasy

 

So it's house ruled 3,5, Eberron in it's original configuration (mostly some house rules, some cleaning up PrC and Dragonmarks and the like). We're looking for players. Always room for one more.