Grahl smiles politely as the elders are introduced.
As Elder Guron asks his question the smile fades on Grahls face and becomes serious. I have felt its effect. Im sure most of you know of the accident that happened recently. Magic was the cause of it.He says with a grim tone.
My father felt he could control it, others feel the same way.Grahls looks sideways at some of the others but does not stare at them directly. He was wrong.. and it nearly cost him his life. I cannot conjure it, but it affects all of us regardless.
He looks at the elders once more, thinking of many things he still wishes to say but visibly holds his tong and leaves it at those words for now.
Grahl would like to do an insight check to see how the Elders respond to his words and perhaps words of others to follow. To see what their stand on this is 19
At hearing Grahl's words Klok smiles at him and places a hand on his shoulder before stepping forward and smiling at the elders and nodding "As I am sure you are all well aware with the weakening of the shield some....changes have occurred in which I am certain some on this council and possibly even their families have felt. I for one have felt differently as if I am more in tune with nature, its sounds, and the ebb and flow of the flora and fauna. It would be my recommendation to allow this group to continue training to further see what these changes have done so that we may be prepared for the trials and tribulations ahead."
Gillian goes internal and remembers his studies. “Many of you may know from my father of my love of reading about history and arcana, of anything that mentions the planes and realms, the occult and the strange. While studying these occult lore, I unlocked powers within myself.”
“Based on my readings I suspect I have what are called ‘psionic’ abilities. The first think I can do is touch minds; it is like I can feel deeply how each of us are but a stream or pond or rainstorm within a larger cycle and system, where thought and magic in fact flow and permeate all beings.”
“I do not fear this power, though it be formidable, for if there is to be magic in the world, our side in this fight will also need access to it if we are to win. Whether we are hopeful beacons to others or sources of terror will come down to how the council and by extension the town sees us through the lenses that is your fears and ability to confront change.”
finishing his sharing, careful to articulate this view and truth, Gillian stopped and awaited a response. He noticed a shutter and shake within his veins and nerves, nothing perceptible from outside but an indication to him of how they had all arrived at a moment of binary, where the town as a whole would have to turn left or right down the river of iteration, leaning into or denying magic at large, to their own peril.
Otis is surprised that Guron is the one to bring up magic so quickly and it shows on his face as he looks at Hedrus Thrang. Usually the dwarf has two things on his political agenda, controlling the subject of discussion on getting the meetings over as quickly as possible.
Obviously old Kloks insinuation that the elders were personally aware of the changes in magic was probably spot on. There was always rumors the tieflings were trying to revive their connection to magic. Maybe one of them succeeded but want to see how magic will be received before letting their own powers be revealed. That kind of thing could ruin a political career in a village.
Looking around the group, Otis nods his head. "Yep. All of us are expendable without much pushback from the villagers, except maybe Roy."Otis thinks to himself.
Otis keeps quiet on the subject of magic. He had already told those who used magic his feelings and thoughts on the subject. It would be up to them to police themselves and defend their use of it. In the end their integrity and courtesy would decide how others received them in the long term.
“It’s true. There is magic. Everyone’s is a little different, and a little the same. I… have not shared this with everyone because it was not my place, but I have been touched with magic as well. And it is growing.”
Falken slowly makes his way in line with the others, holding his side as he does so. As the mention of magic is brought up, he allows the others to speak before he talks. "I dabbled as a child, but it hurt to do, so I stopped. I just recently used again, something small. Didn't notice quite the effect it used to have on me." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "May I ask why you gathered all of us here today?"
Elder Hedrus Thrang steps forward and takes Guron’s arm, gently pulling him back towards his seat. “Come on Guron, you may distrust the magic that’s slowly becoming part of our life again, but these men are fresh to the path, they have committed no transgressions against you or the village.” Here he stops and glances towards Otis for a moment and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Farthran who gives a small smile and a subtle shake of his head. “No… recent transgressions at least. They are our hope for the future, and we must show them the respect we would expect them to show us.”
Guron deflates a bit and hesitantly nods his apology to you for being so brusk in his welcome. He then steps back and takes a seat next to his wife who places a hand on his shoulder tenderly and smiles warmly at you. Elder Martino Pethgar steps forward and greets you with a smile, “The answer to that, Sir Gutterbend, is not a simple one. We do not know what is happening with the shield, that is the problem. Is it failing? Is it changing? Is it being attacked by an outside force? We just don’t have the knowledge.”
Elder Thokan Brighthand speaks up, remaining in his seat rather than standing, “We do however know that after research we have determined that each of the blue stars changed color on the days of your births, beginning with you Sir Klok, one hundred years ago.”
“The stars are not necessarily linked to births, what of the red star that changed this year? We have no fresh births in the village.” You hear the female voice and look over to see Caressa Pethgar’s frowning face, “We don’t know that the stars are linked to magic at all to be honest, it could be natural phenomenon at work. The shield was placed to prevent magic from working in the first place. This should hold as a law, magic is a plague we should avoid.”
“We do know why the seventh star has turned red”, Elder Boradur Thromm stands up, his almost 7 foot muscular frame adding to his intimidatingly rough voice as he points at Grahl. “...and so do you boy. Your father’s “healing ritual” caused this red star. No doubt he might have caused the shield weakening in the first place and this was his attempt to fix his mistake. Or maybe, just maybe, he wants out of here so badly, he might sacrifice the rest of us to do it.”
Everyone:
I'm going to pause here for anyone who might want to respond or whatever. I'll post again tomorrow regardless of posts in case some want to just stay silent.
Grahl:
From watching the elders as magic is discussed, you can tell who is supportive, opposed and indifferent about magic in general.
Supportive: Both Dragonborns, Onera, Roceran, Martino, Both Gnomes, and Dimzes.
Opposed: Caressa, Both Half Orcs, and Guron.
Indifferent: Hedrus, Both Halflings, and Chaelana.
Otis stands relaxed and speaks up, loudly, he lets his voice project, but calmly without any anger or demand in it.
"Worthy Elders! Actually, none of us KNOW any of these things. The shield, the stars, magic, the meaning of the seeming weakening. Why water, air, light, heat and cold pass through but other things do not. Nor do we know what is on the other side and any influence that could have on all of this."
"Most of our ancestors found themselves here and the shield up with only a few books, oral traditions and what they could remember. Everything else is an assumption deduced from observation, tradition, education, faith, coinciding events, or fear. Unless someone has discovered something new or they and their predecessor have been withholding information from the rest of us."
"I understand each of you may have different ideas of what you believe is going on and what you want us to do, but we, and the village, at this time don't need to see those differences. Because all of us are just as worried and scared of what is happening as all of you."
"We in this group agreed, when asked by this Council, to train and serve through whatever troubles and trials are coming. You agreed to be leaders and make decisions for the benefit of all. So lead and make decisions. Be of one voice. If you need information ask for it of us. If you need something researched, investigated, attempted, or explored then instruct us in doing it."
"Now, how may we be of service, Worthy Elders?"Otis will look each Elder in the eye as he speaks.
Otis will attempt through persuasion to convince the council to calmly act on what can be established to decide a single course of action or a question for the group to search for the answer of. Persuade 14
do or not do, life is not about discussion but action. A lifetime of reading and dreaming of magic, and now to have received the gift… there is no turning back to a repressed life from his angle.
Grahl grits his teeth as Elder Boradur Thromm casts his blame towards Torak. The muscles in Grahls jaw visibly moving to hold his teeth together but frownin in anger towards Boradur.
As Otis speaks Grahl hears him out but struggles to wait for him to finish. He could not stand for these blatant lies.
Looking to Otis as he finishes Grahl speaks up once more, not able to leave his fathers actions undefended. This fear guides us all in different ways. He says as he moves his gaze back to Elder Boradur My father acted with good intentions.
He tried to consult the spirits of our ancestors to provide knowledge of these events. He acted for all our sakes, we cannot sit idle and wait. He clenches his fist as he does his best to remain calm It nearly cost him everything and yet my family has to endure the hatred of our own community, after all we....Grahl stops his words a moment with a heavy sigh.
We learned of the dangers of magic first hand.There is no doubt we should use it with great care he says as he tilts his head sideways a bit towards Gillian.
With visible difficulty Grahl forces out his next words Klok is right. We need to try and control it, but away from people.he adds quickly
Trying to set aside his pride I offer my own life to help achieve this.Grahl looks to Elder Boradur while he says this All i ask is to restore my family's name
Klok walks behind Grahl and places his hand on Grahl's shoulder before speaking to the Elders "Placing blame helps no one's cause. Young Grahl is here to help. We do not know if what his father did has anything to do with the shield weakening or a star turning red but we do know that if we are to protect everyone here and this town we need to work together and let the past in the past."
Falken let's everyone else speak before inserting his two cents. "You say it's a coincidence. Once could be a coincidence, but 5 or 6 times is a pattern... Now I know you also say that the red star could be linked to this healing event, but if so far they have all been linked births, could it be that the red star is linked to a birth as well... Maybe not one inside the shield, but one outside?" Falken says, rambling on as if he is an astrologist.
The voices in the room begin to build in volume as everyone begins speaking over one another and the tension begins to escalate. Vorrug looks over curiously at Gillian and begins to open his mouth to speak when a voice speaks up quite loudly despite his small size. "Enough!" Elder Dhevrel Chigru stands up and walks forward to stand between the group of elders and your group and points at Otis. "This young man may have come into some trouble with the laws of the village, but he speaks with wisdom. We are all here for the same purpose, to discern the reason behind the weaking of the shield and if this will mean bad things for us or not. Now please, fellow elders, let us talk of things to come." He looks back to the elders and with the exception of Martino they all return to their seats, some willingly, some begrudgingly.
"Thank you Dhevrel, you speak wisely, which is something we need in these times. Elder Boradur, I know you may harbor some issues with Torak, but Grahl is here to help the council and the village in it's time of need. Can we agree on that?" He stands in front of Boradur and bows in respect, meeting the large half orc eye to eye. Boradur sighs and stands up, bowing first to his fellow elder and then to all of you. "My apologies, I have allowed my feelings to overcome rational thought, I know you are here to help, and we all thank you."
Martino turns back to you, "Well now that we have all that settled, let's tal--" Suddenly there is a large crash that comes from beyond the back wall of the room, seemingly from the next room. "What the hell was that? Is someone else in the records room?" Farthran hops out of his chair and motions for you to follow and heads towards the door, "Let's check it out"
Opening the door, Farthran steps in, his axe drawn but down by his side. You step into the large room to see shelves of parchments and other random items. One of the shelves has fallen over and sheets of parchment and trinkets of varying shapes and sizes have been scattered around the floor. One of the windows nearby is broken and shards of glass line the bottom, some of which have a red tint like blood.
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making a telepathic bond to Otis his Fellow hero-in-training instead of the Gnome council member, Gillian sprints to follow Roy to the outside of the window, while casting [false-life] on himself to temporarily boost his constitution (+ 8 temp hp)
“there’s Roy’s weapon or a sleep spell from me awaiting the thief or eavesdropper on this side, keep in contact with me as needed, we are bound for the next minute.” (To Otis)
Falken eyes the window for a second before making his way out the door. I'm too old to be climbing through windows. He thinks to himself, drawing his hammer. As he follows behind Roy, he keeps his eyes open for a decently large rock (Weighing between 1 and 5 pounds).
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Otis moves into the room legs shoulder width apart, knees bent, half steps barely lifting his foot off the floor as he moves it forward, carefully looking around. Even after the others start moving and and he sees the blood on the window he keeps looking, smelling, listening.
"Farthran, just because there's blood on the window doesn't mean they left here. Return and protect the elders. Have Klok or Falken help you and have the other return here for a careful search while I go through the window.", Otis says both out loud and projected in his head hopefully to Gillian.
A few quick steps and Otis leaps up onto the second shelf of a bookshelf. Planting his foot he twists at the waist and kicks off to propel himself through the window, left arm first laying his head along his left arm, tucking his right arm down along his torso, offsetting the width of his shoulders. Otis twist to face down and into a roll as he clears the window.
Grahl smiles politely as the elders are introduced.
As Elder Guron asks his question the smile fades on Grahls face and becomes serious. I have felt its effect. Im sure most of you know of the accident that happened recently. Magic was the cause of it. He says with a grim tone.
My father felt he could control it, others feel the same way. Grahls looks sideways at some of the others but does not stare at them directly. He was wrong.. and it nearly cost him his life. I cannot conjure it, but it affects all of us regardless.
He looks at the elders once more, thinking of many things he still wishes to say but visibly holds his tong and leaves it at those words for now.
At hearing Grahl's words Klok smiles at him and places a hand on his shoulder before stepping forward and smiling at the elders and nodding "As I am sure you are all well aware with the weakening of the shield some....changes have occurred in which I am certain some on this council and possibly even their families have felt. I for one have felt differently as if I am more in tune with nature, its sounds, and the ebb and flow of the flora and fauna. It would be my recommendation to allow this group to continue training to further see what these changes have done so that we may be prepared for the trials and tribulations ahead."
Gillian goes internal and remembers his studies. “Many of you may know from my father of my love of reading about history and arcana, of anything that mentions the planes and realms, the occult and the strange. While studying these occult lore, I unlocked powers within myself.”
“Based on my readings I suspect I have what are called ‘psionic’ abilities. The first think I can do is touch minds; it is like I can feel deeply how each of us are but a stream or pond or rainstorm within a larger cycle and system, where thought and magic in fact flow and permeate all beings.”
“I do not fear this power, though it be formidable, for if there is to be magic in the world, our side in this fight will also need access to it if we are to win. Whether we are hopeful beacons to others or sources of terror will come down to how the council and by extension the town sees us through the lenses that is your fears and ability to confront change.”
finishing his sharing, careful to articulate this view and truth, Gillian stopped and awaited a response. He noticed a shutter and shake within his veins and nerves, nothing perceptible from outside but an indication to him of how they had all arrived at a moment of binary, where the town as a whole would have to turn left or right down the river of iteration, leaning into or denying magic at large, to their own peril.
Otis is surprised that Guron is the one to bring up magic so quickly and it shows on his face as he looks at Hedrus Thrang. Usually the dwarf has two things on his political agenda, controlling the subject of discussion on getting the meetings over as quickly as possible.
Obviously old Kloks insinuation that the elders were personally aware of the changes in magic was probably spot on. There was always rumors the tieflings were trying to revive their connection to magic. Maybe one of them succeeded but want to see how magic will be received before letting their own powers be revealed. That kind of thing could ruin a political career in a village.
Looking around the group, Otis nods his head. "Yep. All of us are expendable without much pushback from the villagers, except maybe Roy." Otis thinks to himself.
Otis keeps quiet on the subject of magic. He had already told those who used magic his feelings and thoughts on the subject. It would be up to them to police themselves and defend their use of it. In the end their integrity and courtesy would decide how others received them in the long term.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Roy allows the others to speak.
“It’s true. There is magic. Everyone’s is a little different, and a little the same. I… have not shared this with everyone because it was not my place, but I have been touched with magic as well. And it is growing.”
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Falken slowly makes his way in line with the others, holding his side as he does so. As the mention of magic is brought up, he allows the others to speak before he talks. "I dabbled as a child, but it hurt to do, so I stopped. I just recently used again, something small. Didn't notice quite the effect it used to have on me." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "May I ask why you gathered all of us here today?"
I don't have a signature.
Elder Hedrus Thrang steps forward and takes Guron’s arm, gently pulling him back towards his seat. “Come on Guron, you may distrust the magic that’s slowly becoming part of our life again, but these men are fresh to the path, they have committed no transgressions against you or the village.” Here he stops and glances towards Otis for a moment and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Farthran who gives a small smile and a subtle shake of his head. “No… recent transgressions at least. They are our hope for the future, and we must show them the respect we would expect them to show us.”
Guron deflates a bit and hesitantly nods his apology to you for being so brusk in his welcome. He then steps back and takes a seat next to his wife who places a hand on his shoulder tenderly and smiles warmly at you. Elder Martino Pethgar steps forward and greets you with a smile, “The answer to that, Sir Gutterbend, is not a simple one. We do not know what is happening with the shield, that is the problem. Is it failing? Is it changing? Is it being attacked by an outside force? We just don’t have the knowledge.”
Elder Thokan Brighthand speaks up, remaining in his seat rather than standing, “We do however know that after research we have determined that each of the blue stars changed color on the days of your births, beginning with you Sir Klok, one hundred years ago.”
“The stars are not necessarily linked to births, what of the red star that changed this year? We have no fresh births in the village.” You hear the female voice and look over to see Caressa Pethgar’s frowning face, “We don’t know that the stars are linked to magic at all to be honest, it could be natural phenomenon at work. The shield was placed to prevent magic from working in the first place. This should hold as a law, magic is a plague we should avoid.”
“We do know why the seventh star has turned red”, Elder Boradur Thromm stands up, his almost 7 foot muscular frame adding to his intimidatingly rough voice as he points at Grahl. “...and so do you boy. Your father’s “healing ritual” caused this red star. No doubt he might have caused the shield weakening in the first place and this was his attempt to fix his mistake. Or maybe, just maybe, he wants out of here so badly, he might sacrifice the rest of us to do it.”
Everyone:
I'm going to pause here for anyone who might want to respond or whatever. I'll post again tomorrow regardless of posts in case some want to just stay silent.
Grahl:
From watching the elders as magic is discussed, you can tell who is supportive, opposed and indifferent about magic in general.
Supportive: Both Dragonborns, Onera, Roceran, Martino, Both Gnomes, and Dimzes.
Opposed: Caressa, Both Half Orcs, and Guron.
Indifferent: Hedrus, Both Halflings, and Chaelana.
Otis stands relaxed and speaks up, loudly, he lets his voice project, but calmly without any anger or demand in it.
"Worthy Elders! Actually, none of us KNOW any of these things. The shield, the stars, magic, the meaning of the seeming weakening. Why water, air, light, heat and cold pass through but other things do not. Nor do we know what is on the other side and any influence that could have on all of this."
"Most of our ancestors found themselves here and the shield up with only a few books, oral traditions and what they could remember. Everything else is an assumption deduced from observation, tradition, education, faith, coinciding events, or fear. Unless someone has discovered something new or they and their predecessor have been withholding information from the rest of us."
"I understand each of you may have different ideas of what you believe is going on and what you want us to do, but we, and the village, at this time don't need to see those differences. Because all of us are just as worried and scared of what is happening as all of you."
"We in this group agreed, when asked by this Council, to train and serve through whatever troubles and trials are coming. You agreed to be leaders and make decisions for the benefit of all. So lead and make decisions. Be of one voice. If you need information ask for it of us. If you need something researched, investigated, attempted, or explored then instruct us in doing it."
"Now, how may we be of service, Worthy Elders?" Otis will look each Elder in the eye as he speaks.
Otis will attempt through persuasion to convince the council to calmly act on what can be established to decide a single course of action or a question for the group to search for the answer of. Persuade 14
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Gillian listens, thinking to himself…
do or not do, life is not about discussion but action. A lifetime of reading and dreaming of magic, and now to have received the gift… there is no turning back to a repressed life from his angle.
Klok stands by and listens intently to the Elders and others speak.
Grahl grits his teeth as Elder Boradur Thromm casts his blame towards Torak. The muscles in Grahls jaw visibly moving to hold his teeth together but frownin in anger towards Boradur.
As Otis speaks Grahl hears him out but struggles to wait for him to finish. He could not stand for these blatant lies.
Looking to Otis as he finishes Grahl speaks up once more, not able to leave his fathers actions undefended. This fear guides us all in different ways. He says as he moves his gaze back to Elder Boradur My father acted with good intentions.
He tried to consult the spirits of our ancestors to provide knowledge of these events. He acted for all our sakes, we cannot sit idle and wait. He clenches his fist as he does his best to remain calm It nearly cost him everything and yet my family has to endure the hatred of our own community, after all we.... Grahl stops his words a moment with a heavy sigh.
We learned of the dangers of magic first hand. There is no doubt we should use it with great care he says as he tilts his head sideways a bit towards Gillian.
With visible difficulty Grahl forces out his next words Klok is right. We need to try and control it, but away from people. he adds quickly
Trying to set aside his pride I offer my own life to help achieve this. Grahl looks to Elder Boradur while he says this All i ask is to restore my family's name
Klok walks behind Grahl and places his hand on Grahl's shoulder before speaking to the Elders "Placing blame helps no one's cause. Young Grahl is here to help. We do not know if what his father did has anything to do with the shield weakening or a star turning red but we do know that if we are to protect everyone here and this town we need to work together and let the past in the past."
Falken let's everyone else speak before inserting his two cents. "You say it's a coincidence. Once could be a coincidence, but 5 or 6 times is a pattern... Now I know you also say that the red star could be linked to this healing event, but if so far they have all been linked births, could it be that the red star is linked to a birth as well... Maybe not one inside the shield, but one outside?" Falken says, rambling on as if he is an astrologist.
I don't have a signature.
This conversation seemed to be going nowhere; those on both sides entrenched in their beliefs. He looked for Allies, and considered his options.
Gillian then makes a telepathic bond with the male gnome of the council, remembering that gnomes were considered a magical race.
”why the pageantry? where are we to be sent by the council? If you are worried, know that This telepathic conversation is private.”
persuasion roll 13 (in case DM thinks it’s needed)
The voices in the room begin to build in volume as everyone begins speaking over one another and the tension begins to escalate. Vorrug looks over curiously at Gillian and begins to open his mouth to speak when a voice speaks up quite loudly despite his small size. "Enough!" Elder Dhevrel Chigru stands up and walks forward to stand between the group of elders and your group and points at Otis. "This young man may have come into some trouble with the laws of the village, but he speaks with wisdom. We are all here for the same purpose, to discern the reason behind the weaking of the shield and if this will mean bad things for us or not. Now please, fellow elders, let us talk of things to come." He looks back to the elders and with the exception of Martino they all return to their seats, some willingly, some begrudgingly.
"Thank you Dhevrel, you speak wisely, which is something we need in these times. Elder Boradur, I know you may harbor some issues with Torak, but Grahl is here to help the council and the village in it's time of need. Can we agree on that?" He stands in front of Boradur and bows in respect, meeting the large half orc eye to eye. Boradur sighs and stands up, bowing first to his fellow elder and then to all of you. "My apologies, I have allowed my feelings to overcome rational thought, I know you are here to help, and we all thank you."
Martino turns back to you, "Well now that we have all that settled, let's tal--" Suddenly there is a large crash that comes from beyond the back wall of the room, seemingly from the next room. "What the hell was that? Is someone else in the records room?" Farthran hops out of his chair and motions for you to follow and heads towards the door, "Let's check it out"
Opening the door, Farthran steps in, his axe drawn but down by his side. You step into the large room to see shelves of parchments and other random items. One of the shelves has fallen over and sheets of parchment and trinkets of varying shapes and sizes have been scattered around the floor. One of the windows nearby is broken and shards of glass line the bottom, some of which have a red tint like blood.
Roy points to Otis. “If you can follow out the window, I’ll bring the cavalry around from around front.”
Roy sprints (and clanks) for the door to catch up with those who can fit through a window.
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making a telepathic bond to Otis his Fellow hero-in-training instead of the Gnome council member, Gillian sprints to follow Roy to the outside of the window, while casting [false-life] on himself to temporarily boost his constitution (+ 8 temp hp)
“there’s Roy’s weapon or a sleep spell from me awaiting the thief or eavesdropper on this side, keep in contact with me as needed, we are bound for the next minute.” (To Otis)
Klok will follow behind the group going out back
Falken eyes the window for a second before making his way out the door. I'm too old to be climbing through windows. He thinks to himself, drawing his hammer. As he follows behind Roy, he keeps his eyes open for a decently large rock (Weighing between 1 and 5 pounds).
I don't have a signature.
Otis moves into the room legs shoulder width apart, knees bent, half steps barely lifting his foot off the floor as he moves it forward, carefully looking around. Even after the others start moving and and he sees the blood on the window he keeps looking, smelling, listening.
"Farthran, just because there's blood on the window doesn't mean they left here. Return and protect the elders. Have Klok or Falken help you and have the other return here for a careful search while I go through the window.", Otis says both out loud and projected in his head hopefully to Gillian.
A few quick steps and Otis leaps up onto the second shelf of a bookshelf. Planting his foot he twists at the waist and kicks off to propel himself through the window, left arm first laying his head along his left arm, tucking his right arm down along his torso, offsetting the width of his shoulders. Otis twist to face down and into a roll as he clears the window.
Perception: 23
Acrobatics: 22
Will edit text to fit rolls if needed.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.