You'd each been looking for a change for a while. Some of you may have been butting heads with the leadership of your guild, others may have been working a bit more independently already, but are looking for a new challenge. Some of you are just getting started in your career, and are looking to make a name for yourselves, while others may have been working for decades or even centuries. Whatever your reasons, each of you received a wax sealed letter addressed to you in beautiful calligraphy.
Upon opening it, you found that it was an invitation to apply to a promising position. It would require relocating, which you were fine with, some of you not having started families, others perhaps with children grown and on their own, and the letter mentioned that for those of you with spouses or young ones still at home, that should you be hired, there would be positions and training available for immediate family who also wished to work. The offered compensation was honestly too good to pass up, and so you begin to make arrangements. One of the requests was that you make an example of your craft, your finest work, as part of the interview. You spent your spare time working and crafting, and finish in time to catch the provided ship... which transfers you to a smaller ship... to a smaller one, all heading north. Looking around, you suspect that the other passengers are all applicants similar to yourselves, and indeed after a few days travel, you've come to know each other somewhat. There followed a bit of competitive craftsmanship as you each showed off what you had made as part of the interview. The letter didn't mention the number of positions to be filled, so you could all be competing for one, or you could all end up getting hired.
((Introduce yourself, your general appearance, and describe the item you've crafted as part of your job application.))
Dr. Finneas Jetter, Professor of mechanical lifeform studies at Strixhaven University. He is of the Ownlin race. He has iridescent eyes and flight features (resulting from a past experiment gone astray). He is smallish, standing 4’ tall, although he puffs his head plumage up to appear taller at times. He walks with a slight limp on the left side (resulting from yet another experiment). He appears to be easily distracted by the habit of looking about, but is spot on in the conversation.
His craft, of course, is mechanized lifeforms. His presentation is an eight-legged, eight-eyed friend called Phiddipus Regius. She is a fully aware being with her own personality which likes to argue with her creator. She has sensor hairs all along her body and is brightly colored. Note, when he first made her she had very plain coloration but she would not stand for it and made him color her in bright flattering purples and pinks. He is very excited to introduce her.
((GR_M, sorry, I could have made it clearer in the title rather than just the tags that this is for those who applied and were accepted to join. Dr. Jetter sounds fun (I especially approve of Phid!!!! As you may or may not have been able to guess from my handle here...), and I wish you well in finding a game to play him in! Not sure if I'll be running anything anytime soon that he'd be a fit for, but if I do, I'll extend you a personal invite!))
The rest of you saw an interesting owl-folk on the last ship you were on together, who had an amazing mechanical spider. If this is an application process with only one position to fill, you each were worried that you might lose out to the owl with the incredible spider. You breathed a collective sigh of relief when they departed with the last of the other passengers as you headed up into colder and colder waters, snow blanketing the land and the evergreens to the port side as the ship crawls up the coast.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
A small gnome stands at the bow of the ship, shrouded in a dark cloak. He has short, brown hair, and sharp green eyes that are intensely studying the water around him. Held in his hands is a small contraption, made of iron and brass, that appears to be in the shape of sphere. When activated, such an object spins around before generating a magnetic field. This magnetic field would draw all metal towards it, and its main use is collecting dinnerware, for the easy cleaning and consumption of meals (the halflings back at home loved testing it, as you can imagine). The gnome also holds a set of metal plates and forks in his backpack, in order to better exhibit the properties of this strange and new contraption.
Xalanthias is a slender, young looking elf with long dark brown and green locks of hair tied back which seem to meld with his expertly fashioned brown and green leather clothing. He leans against a rather ornate looking staff and currently huddles into the cloak he is wearing, the hood up to protect him from the bite of the cold.
He is a leatherworker by trade, making use of the animal hides that the hunting parties bring back. Being from a rural village he was astonished to receive the letter, but more from curiosity than anything else, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to accept the invitation.
Stowed away in his pack is an exquisite pair of calf high crocodile skin boots, made from a crocodile that had harassed his people for some time. A hunting party had been sent to take the giant beast down, as it was too dangerous to leave roaming around.
On a bench at the starboard side sits another fairly young elf. This one has short black hair and copper colored skin. Elafir's face looks stern and his green eyes gaze into space. After nearly two decades his partner recently broke up with him. Upon receiving the letter he decided to leave his hometown behind and focus on improving his weaponsmithing skills.
His right hand balances an ornate glaive upright on the deck. He spent weeks crafting day and night to finish this piece in time. The blade was sturdy and sharp and featured graceful lines and patterns on it's sides. The handle was a decent commissioned work of a local carpenter, if not necessarily as carefully decorated as the blade.
Sometimes his eyes would wander over the other travellers to see if he could spot any smithing work as fine as his own. So far he only spotted other artisan crafts than his own. He'd seen a gnome with a small sphere in his hand but couldn't make out it's purpose. Hopefully they'd search different kinds of artisans rather than just one or two people.
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Elafir - Spiderwrangler's One Shot - Wood Elf Fighter - Weaponsmith - Tall (6'5"), short black hair, green eyes
The ship moves along, and before midday, the lookout calls down to the captain, pointing ahead. You see a tower on the shore, a fire burning green at its top. The ship adjusts course and heads towards the dock, the pier extending into water deep enough to handle the small ship. You note another vessel at dock, maybe twenty feet in length, made of a white wood, but with no mast or sails.
A rope is tossed down to one of the sailors who had hopped to the dock, and the ship is made fast. Elafir, Xalanthias, the gnome with the sphere, and other passengers descend to the docks, after which the captain calls for the sailors to pull up the rope ladder, un-tie and the ship departs, leaving you alone on the docks with your packs and gear.
Up a path is the lighthouse and a small caretaker's shack, smoke rising from its chimney.
Eldon Turen, Nimblefinger to his friends which he considers you all regardless of whether or not you do at this point, sits huddled against the side of the boat, cloak pulled tight against the cold. His breath makes clouds of frost in the air as he chatters away, which he has done almost nonstop during the journey. As he talks, the gnome idly strokes a small weasel that is curled up on his lap, gently dozing. Around his neck is an exquisite amulet of a blooming flower, made almost entirely with sparkling gemstones and hanging on a gold chain.
“Have you ever seen the likes of that pink spider? Amazing, really, I would like to have heard more about the work that goes into that! I have never seen so much water, and ice, where do you think we are going?"
His blues eyes sparkle with excitement as he takes in all of the details of the others in the boat, perhaps lingering longer on any shiny bauble of obvious value.
Xalanthias watches the ship depart and turns to look at the others present. "Where there is smoke there is fire, and where there is fire there is warmth", he says and starts walking towards the caretaker's shack.
Dimble, the gnome with the sphere, follows Xalanthias. He runs up to him, greets him with a nod and says, "The name's Dimble Garrick, at your service. You seem to be friendly enough. What brings you here?".
You traipse up the path, arriving at the shack. There are clear signs of habitation, trampled snow strewn with pine needles for traction, split wood stacked under a tarp, and the scent of something cooking, though no one responds to your arrival.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
One of the last passengers to disembark is a small gnome girl, can't be more than 16 or so. She has short brown hair that seems to do whatever it wants. Her clothes are patched and seem to have seen better days. One things that stands out more than her slightly dirty disheveled look is her larger than normal deep purple eyes. They are large even by human and elf standards but on a gnome they are almost comical. She has a large over the shoulder satchel, and a small crossbow slung across her back. Her gaze doesn't linger on anyone for long and she seems to intentionally not be looking to them. She follows the group a little ways back, keeping some distance.
Enjoying the cool breeze and walking around on her new found sea-legs, Ursula watches what she feels is competition at the moment. A tall, slender elf with shock white hair and a black monk's robe tied tightly around her waist, she paces. She hopes this decision was wise. She knows she doesn't always make wise decisions and figured maybe her luck would finally turn? She has always been a loner and wonders how this letter found her.
Tucked safely away in her pack is an example of her craft. It is a dagger, a beautifully honed dagger with etchings of calligraphy in the hilt. She is proud of it and honestly hopes all she needs to do it show it as she does not want to part with it.
"Well, I suppose I thought wrong" says Dimble, after realizing Xalanthias was not going to respond. He backs away, and seeing another gnome (the one walking alone some distance from the group) walks off to speak with her. "Greetings and well met, lass! The name's Dimble Garrick, but my friends call me Badger. What brings you here?".
Elafir follows the others silently, though he nods at the brown haired elf's words. He is used to the heat of the forge and not the cold of the sea. Reaching the shack, he waits a moment for the door to open. Surely something must have noted their arrival? Especially with that chatty gnome in their group talking all day.
After a short while he walks up to the door and calmly knocks on it three times.
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Elafir - Spiderwrangler's One Shot - Wood Elf Fighter - Weaponsmith - Tall (6'5"), short black hair, green eyes
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Ursula follows along on the way with the group, though a bit behind, bracing herself from the cold. She checks out the trampled snow and area around to see if it gives any idea of who they might run into.
"Tough crowd" mutters Dimble as he walks towards the door one of the elves was knocking on. "Maybe the inhabitants of this land will be more willing to have a chat?" he thinks as he walks past the elf kneeling in the snow.
Ursula, you notice that the tracks, though many and well packed, in a few places leave at least clear partial impressions... of something quite large and barefooted, roughly humanoid in shape.
Elafir knocks on the door while Ursula is inspecting the tracks, and it's about that time that you hear the crunching of snow as a big, hairy form trudges into view at the edge of the forest, carrying a log.
"Ah! You must be the new applicants! Welcome, welcome! Don't be alarmed! I'm not that kind of yeti!", he assures you as you take in his large frame and build.
"I'm a Yuletide Yeti, I'm here to greet the Toymaker applicants and arrange deliveries over to the Isles. You can call me Arthur."
Trudging up to the door, he sets the log he was carrying down and pulls off his mittens, shaking each of your hands.
"Oh, dear, where are my manners, let me invite you in! I've a stew on, and can brew up a kettle of tea before you head over... you lot look like you can handle yourselves, I hope you're able to figure out what happened to the Winter Father."
He pushes the door open and steps inside, inviting you all into his now, very cozy, but well maintained shack.
He finds you all seats and dishes up bowls of a hearty seafood chowder, with crusty bread and as much tea as you want. He would be interested in seeing your crafts, and would be enthusiastic and ask pertinent questions, but doesn't push if any of you don't feel like sharing. All in all, he's an excellent host.
After eating, Arthur the Yuletide Yeti burps and leans back in his large chair, and picks up some knitting he'd been working on. It appears to be the start of a scarf.
"I mentioned a bit of an issue with the Winter Father... he's the one whose looking to hire you if the interview goes well, but I've not heard anything from the isles in weeks. The other Toymakers haven't visited, I've sent the boat with supplies and it comes back empty, but no word from anyone. I-- I would go look myself, but... I'm terrified of being on open water. Yeti's are very dense, you see, and I'd sink right to the bottom if I went over."
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
"I believe we may be of some assistance in finding the Winter Father. But please, allow me," says Dimble as he retrieves the sphere from his pocket, "I wouldn't mind cleaning up these plates!" As soon as he finishes speaking, Dimble activates the sphere, and it begins to make wild circles on the table, attempting to create a magnetic field.
It's kind of a mess, as any dregs of chowder and crumbs of bread are kind of flung about as the tableware levitates and begins orbiting the sphere.
Aruthur doesn't seem to mind, clapping excitedly as the sphere deposits its payload, with a fair bit of clattering and banging, in the washtub by the stove.
"MARVELOUS!", he roars, licking some chowder from the fur on the back of his hand.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
You'd each been looking for a change for a while. Some of you may have been butting heads with the leadership of your guild, others may have been working a bit more independently already, but are looking for a new challenge. Some of you are just getting started in your career, and are looking to make a name for yourselves, while others may have been working for decades or even centuries. Whatever your reasons, each of you received a wax sealed letter addressed to you in beautiful calligraphy.
Upon opening it, you found that it was an invitation to apply to a promising position. It would require relocating, which you were fine with, some of you not having started families, others perhaps with children grown and on their own, and the letter mentioned that for those of you with spouses or young ones still at home, that should you be hired, there would be positions and training available for immediate family who also wished to work. The offered compensation was honestly too good to pass up, and so you begin to make arrangements. One of the requests was that you make an example of your craft, your finest work, as part of the interview. You spent your spare time working and crafting, and finish in time to catch the provided ship... which transfers you to a smaller ship... to a smaller one, all heading north. Looking around, you suspect that the other passengers are all applicants similar to yourselves, and indeed after a few days travel, you've come to know each other somewhat. There followed a bit of competitive craftsmanship as you each showed off what you had made as part of the interview. The letter didn't mention the number of positions to be filled, so you could all be competing for one, or you could all end up getting hired.
((Introduce yourself, your general appearance, and describe the item you've crafted as part of your job application.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Dr. Finneas Jetter, Professor of mechanical lifeform studies at Strixhaven University. He is of the Ownlin race. He has iridescent eyes and flight features (resulting from a past experiment gone astray). He is smallish, standing 4’ tall, although he puffs his head plumage up to appear taller at times. He walks with a slight limp on the left side (resulting from yet another experiment). He appears to be easily distracted by the habit of looking about, but is spot on in the conversation.
His craft, of course, is mechanized lifeforms. His presentation is an eight-legged, eight-eyed friend called Phiddipus Regius. She is a fully aware being with her own personality which likes to argue with her creator. She has sensor hairs all along her body and is brightly colored. Note, when he first made her she had very plain coloration but she would not stand for it and made him color her in bright flattering purples and pinks. He is very excited to introduce her.
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((GR_M, sorry, I could have made it clearer in the title rather than just the tags that this is for those who applied and were accepted to join. Dr. Jetter sounds fun (I especially approve of Phid!!!! As you may or may not have been able to guess from my handle here...), and I wish you well in finding a game to play him in! Not sure if I'll be running anything anytime soon that he'd be a fit for, but if I do, I'll extend you a personal invite!))
The rest of you saw an interesting owl-folk on the last ship you were on together, who had an amazing mechanical spider. If this is an application process with only one position to fill, you each were worried that you might lose out to the owl with the incredible spider. You breathed a collective sigh of relief when they departed with the last of the other passengers as you headed up into colder and colder waters, snow blanketing the land and the evergreens to the port side as the ship crawls up the coast.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
A small gnome stands at the bow of the ship, shrouded in a dark cloak. He has short, brown hair, and sharp green eyes that are intensely studying the water around him. Held in his hands is a small contraption, made of iron and brass, that appears to be in the shape of sphere. When activated, such an object spins around before generating a magnetic field. This magnetic field would draw all metal towards it, and its main use is collecting dinnerware, for the easy cleaning and consumption of meals (the halflings back at home loved testing it, as you can imagine). The gnome also holds a set of metal plates and forks in his backpack, in order to better exhibit the properties of this strange and new contraption.
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
Xalanthias is a slender, young looking elf with long dark brown and green locks of hair tied back which seem to meld with his expertly fashioned brown and green leather clothing. He leans against a rather ornate looking staff and currently huddles into the cloak he is wearing, the hood up to protect him from the bite of the cold.
He is a leatherworker by trade, making use of the animal hides that the hunting parties bring back. Being from a rural village he was astonished to receive the letter, but more from curiosity than anything else, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to accept the invitation.
Stowed away in his pack is an exquisite pair of calf high crocodile skin boots, made from a crocodile that had harassed his people for some time. A hunting party had been sent to take the giant beast down, as it was too dangerous to leave roaming around.
On a bench at the starboard side sits another fairly young elf. This one has short black hair and copper colored skin. Elafir's face looks stern and his green eyes gaze into space. After nearly two decades his partner recently broke up with him. Upon receiving the letter he decided to leave his hometown behind and focus on improving his weaponsmithing skills.
His right hand balances an ornate glaive upright on the deck. He spent weeks crafting day and night to finish this piece in time. The blade was sturdy and sharp and featured graceful lines and patterns on it's sides. The handle was a decent commissioned work of a local carpenter, if not necessarily as carefully decorated as the blade.
Sometimes his eyes would wander over the other travellers to see if he could spot any smithing work as fine as his own. So far he only spotted other artisan crafts than his own. He'd seen a gnome with a small sphere in his hand but couldn't make out it's purpose. Hopefully they'd search different kinds of artisans rather than just one or two people.
Elafir - Spiderwrangler's One Shot - Wood Elf Fighter - Weaponsmith - Tall (6'5"), short black hair, green eyes
The ship moves along, and before midday, the lookout calls down to the captain, pointing ahead. You see a tower on the shore, a fire burning green at its top. The ship adjusts course and heads towards the dock, the pier extending into water deep enough to handle the small ship. You note another vessel at dock, maybe twenty feet in length, made of a white wood, but with no mast or sails.
A rope is tossed down to one of the sailors who had hopped to the dock, and the ship is made fast. Elafir, Xalanthias, the gnome with the sphere, and other passengers descend to the docks, after which the captain calls for the sailors to pull up the rope ladder, un-tie and the ship departs, leaving you alone on the docks with your packs and gear.
Up a path is the lighthouse and a small caretaker's shack, smoke rising from its chimney.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Eldon Turen, Nimblefinger to his friends which he considers you all regardless of whether or not you do at this point, sits huddled against the side of the boat, cloak pulled tight against the cold. His breath makes clouds of frost in the air as he chatters away, which he has done almost nonstop during the journey. As he talks, the gnome idly strokes a small weasel that is curled up on his lap, gently dozing. Around his neck is an exquisite amulet of a blooming flower, made almost entirely with sparkling gemstones and hanging on a gold chain.
“Have you ever seen the likes of that pink spider? Amazing, really, I would like to have heard more about the work that goes into that! I have never seen so much water, and ice, where do you think we are going?"
His blues eyes sparkle with excitement as he takes in all of the details of the others in the boat, perhaps lingering longer on any shiny bauble of obvious value.
Xalanthias watches the ship depart and turns to look at the others present. "Where there is smoke there is fire, and where there is fire there is warmth", he says and starts walking towards the caretaker's shack.
Dimble, the gnome with the sphere, follows Xalanthias. He runs up to him, greets him with a nod and says, "The name's Dimble Garrick, at your service. You seem to be friendly enough. What brings you here?".
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
You traipse up the path, arriving at the shack. There are clear signs of habitation, trampled snow strewn with pine needles for traction, split wood stacked under a tarp, and the scent of something cooking, though no one responds to your arrival.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
One of the last passengers to disembark is a small gnome girl, can't be more than 16 or so. She has short brown hair that seems to do whatever it wants. Her clothes are patched and seem to have seen better days. One things that stands out more than her slightly dirty disheveled look is her larger than normal deep purple eyes. They are large even by human and elf standards but on a gnome they are almost comical. She has a large over the shoulder satchel, and a small crossbow slung across her back. Her gaze doesn't linger on anyone for long and she seems to intentionally not be looking to them. She follows the group a little ways back, keeping some distance.
Enjoying the cool breeze and walking around on her new found sea-legs, Ursula watches what she feels is competition at the moment. A tall, slender elf with shock white hair and a black monk's robe tied tightly around her waist, she paces. She hopes this decision was wise. She knows she doesn't always make wise decisions and figured maybe her luck would finally turn? She has always been a loner and wonders how this letter found her.
Tucked safely away in her pack is an example of her craft. It is a dagger, a beautifully honed dagger with etchings of calligraphy in the hilt. She is proud of it and honestly hopes all she needs to do it show it as she does not want to part with it.
"Well, I suppose I thought wrong" says Dimble, after realizing Xalanthias was not going to respond. He backs away, and seeing another gnome (the one walking alone some distance from the group) walks off to speak with her. "Greetings and well met, lass! The name's Dimble Garrick, but my friends call me Badger. What brings you here?".
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
Elafir follows the others silently, though he nods at the brown haired elf's words. He is used to the heat of the forge and not the cold of the sea. Reaching the shack, he waits a moment for the door to open. Surely something must have noted their arrival? Especially with that chatty gnome in their group talking all day.
After a short while he walks up to the door and calmly knocks on it three times.
Elafir - Spiderwrangler's One Shot - Wood Elf Fighter - Weaponsmith - Tall (6'5"), short black hair, green eyes
Ursula follows along on the way with the group, though a bit behind, bracing herself from the cold. She checks out the trampled snow and area around to see if it gives any idea of who they might run into.
Survival: 7
"Tough crowd" mutters Dimble as he walks towards the door one of the elves was knocking on. "Maybe the inhabitants of this land will be more willing to have a chat?" he thinks as he walks past the elf kneeling in the snow.
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
Ursula, you notice that the tracks, though many and well packed, in a few places leave at least clear partial impressions... of something quite large and barefooted, roughly humanoid in shape.
Elafir knocks on the door while Ursula is inspecting the tracks, and it's about that time that you hear the crunching of snow as a big, hairy form trudges into view at the edge of the forest, carrying a log.
"Ah! You must be the new applicants! Welcome, welcome! Don't be alarmed! I'm not that kind of yeti!", he assures you as you take in his large frame and build.
"I'm a Yuletide Yeti, I'm here to greet the Toymaker applicants and arrange deliveries over to the Isles. You can call me Arthur."
Trudging up to the door, he sets the log he was carrying down and pulls off his mittens, shaking each of your hands.
"Oh, dear, where are my manners, let me invite you in! I've a stew on, and can brew up a kettle of tea before you head over... you lot look like you can handle yourselves, I hope you're able to figure out what happened to the Winter Father."
He pushes the door open and steps inside, inviting you all into his now, very cozy, but well maintained shack.
He finds you all seats and dishes up bowls of a hearty seafood chowder, with crusty bread and as much tea as you want. He would be interested in seeing your crafts, and would be enthusiastic and ask pertinent questions, but doesn't push if any of you don't feel like sharing. All in all, he's an excellent host.
After eating, Arthur the Yuletide Yeti burps and leans back in his large chair, and picks up some knitting he'd been working on. It appears to be the start of a scarf.
"I mentioned a bit of an issue with the Winter Father... he's the one whose looking to hire you if the interview goes well, but I've not heard anything from the isles in weeks. The other Toymakers haven't visited, I've sent the boat with supplies and it comes back empty, but no word from anyone. I-- I would go look myself, but... I'm terrified of being on open water. Yeti's are very dense, you see, and I'd sink right to the bottom if I went over."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"I believe we may be of some assistance in finding the Winter Father. But please, allow me," says Dimble as he retrieves the sphere from his pocket, "I wouldn't mind cleaning up these plates!" As soon as he finishes speaking, Dimble activates the sphere, and it begins to make wild circles on the table, attempting to create a magnetic field.
DM - PeculiarDragon's Rime of the Frostmaiden
It's kind of a mess, as any dregs of chowder and crumbs of bread are kind of flung about as the tableware levitates and begins orbiting the sphere.
Aruthur doesn't seem to mind, clapping excitedly as the sphere deposits its payload, with a fair bit of clattering and banging, in the washtub by the stove.
"MARVELOUS!", he roars, licking some chowder from the fur on the back of his hand.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock