Last night before bed, Thorne used his 2 1st level spell slots to cast Goodberry to generate 20 goodberries. While walking to the shop in the morning he passed 5 beggars and gave each a berry as was his daily routine. Now he has 15 berries.
Thorne enters the shop with the others looking around at the haphazard layout and odd collection of items on display. Walking up to the desk and shopkeeper he pulls out the note from Sigurd and hands it to Norrell. Mr. Norrell, our mutual friend Sigurd told us you could help identify the properties and history of a specific dagger. He pulls the dagger out from a sheath on his hip and gently places it onto the desk, with the carving clearly visible on the hilt. While he is doing this, he is studying the man to see what he can discern from his initial reaction to seeing the blade. Insight: 13 (11 + 2 guidance)
We know a little of its history already, but would very much like to utilize your expertise in this matter to further our understanding and validate what we already believe to be true. Thorne slides a handful of silver pieces over to him. We would also appreciate your discretion and keep any information about us or the dagger to yourself.
Tristan steps inside the shop, the cold drizzle still clinging to his cloak as he shakes off the chill of the early morning. His eyes scan the eclectic assortment of items lining the shelves—potions, strange books, and caged beasts—but his focus quickly returns to the matter at hand. The twisted symbol on the dagger weighs heavily on his mind.
He positions himself near the counter as Thorne hands the note to Norrell and presents the dagger. Tristan watches silently, his expression calm but vigilant, paying close attention to the shopkeeper’s reaction. He remains still, letting Thorne take the lead for now, though his presence is unmistakable—a quiet force, ready to act if needed.
As Thorne speaks about the dagger’s history and slides the silver pieces across the desk, Tristan’s eyes stay fixed on the dagger, its twisted symbol of Yalex unsettling in the dim light. The ominous stories of the northern cults and their devastating rituals come back to him, a dark cloud hanging over his thoughts. He doesn't speak, but his mind is already calculating their next steps, should Norrell confirm their worst fears.
For now, he waits, observing both the shopkeeper’s reaction and the dagger itself, prepared to offer his insights when the time is right.
Last night before bed, Thorne used his 2 1st level spell slots to cast Goodberry to generate 20 goodberries. While walking to the shop in the morning he passed 5 beggars and gave each a berry as was his daily routine. Now he has 15 berries.
Thorne enters the shop with the others looking around at the haphazard layout and odd collection of items on display. Walking up to the desk and shopkeeper he pulls out the note from Sigurd and hands it to Norrell. Mr. Norrell, our mutual friend Sigurd told us you could help identify the properties and history of a specific dagger. He pulls the dagger out from a sheath on his hip and gently places it onto the desk, with the carving clearly visible on the hilt. While he is doing this, he is studying the man to see what he can discern from his initial reaction to seeing the blade. Insight: 13 (11 + 2 guidance)
We know a little of its history already, but would very much like to utilize your expertise in this matter to further our understanding and validate what we already believe to be true. Thorne slides a handful of silver pieces over to him. We would also appreciate your discretion and keep any information about us or the dagger to yourself.
Tristan steps inside the shop, the cold drizzle still clinging to his cloak as he shakes off the chill of the early morning. His eyes scan the eclectic assortment of items lining the shelves—potions, strange books, and caged beasts—but his focus quickly returns to the matter at hand. The twisted symbol on the dagger weighs heavily on his mind.
He positions himself near the counter as Thorne hands the note to Norrell and presents the dagger. Tristan watches silently, his expression calm but vigilant, paying close attention to the shopkeeper’s reaction. He remains still, letting Thorne take the lead for now, though his presence is unmistakable—a quiet force, ready to act if needed.
As Thorne speaks about the dagger’s history and slides the silver pieces across the desk, Tristan’s eyes stay fixed on the dagger, its twisted symbol of Yalex unsettling in the dim light. The ominous stories of the northern cults and their devastating rituals come back to him, a dark cloud hanging over his thoughts. He doesn't speak, but his mind is already calculating their next steps, should Norrell confirm their worst fears.
For now, he waits, observing both the shopkeeper’s reaction and the dagger itself, prepared to offer his insights when the time is right.
Norrell inspects the dagger for a moment, picking it up and staring at the carving on the hilt. Before he puts it back down on the table, Thorne notices that his eyes open widely in fear for a second. Then, he turns back to you, vigorously rubbing his glasses on a grease-stained shirt. "I have not seen a carving such as this in a very long time. It is good that you have brought this to me, friends of Sigurd. Before I explain, where did you find this weapon?"
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Thurimar walks in, his face calm, shifting in his coat, clearly afflicted by the gravity of the situation, "Good Morning, we are here due to a rather serious matter" Expecting the man to be significantly confused he gestures to Thorne, "Show him the dagger". He stands back, waiting.
"I have not seen a carving such as this in a very long time. It is good that you have brought this to me, friends of Sigurd. Before I explain, where did you find this weapon?"
A man attacked me with this dagger in Sigurd's establishment last night. He seemed overcome with jealousy and anger, but as soon as he was overpowered he fled into the night.
"I have not seen a carving such as this in a very long time. It is good that you have brought this to me, friends of Sigurd. Before I explain, where did you find this weapon?"
A man attacked me with this dagger in Sigurd's establishment last night. He seemed overcome with jealousy and anger, but as soon as he was overpowered he fled into the night.
"Strange." He strides around the shop, grabbing several mysterious objects and scrawling "Closed" on a sign he puts on the door. "Come! You must hear this tale in private." He scampers up the stairs, opening a door and gesturing you all through.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
The room is a large study, bookshelves lining the walls around a wooden desk covered with messily-scrawled papers which blow around the room whenever a gust of damp, wet wind blows in from the stained-glass window. The door closes with a loud thunk, amplified by the quiet of the room.
Norrell briskly walks across the room, shutting the window before climbing spider-like up a ladder to retrieve a massive, ancient book. He sets it down on his desk, blowing dust off of it before gingerly opening it. On the first page, you see - "The Pantheon and its Tales."
"Merely an old children's book," Norrell says. "But one that speaks the truth nonetheless."
He flips to a yellowed page, the top half dominated by different divine symbols. Among them, you see Yalex's symbol, but not the one found on the dagger.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
"Children's book.. you must be versed in the way of deciphering to tell truth from tale, I always prefer reliable books." Thurimar blankly looks at the yellowed pages trying to decipher anything that could be of use, when the symbol of Yalex appears, he shutters trying to recall any piece of information that might be needed in a situation such as this.
Tristan watches as Norrell moves with unexpected agility, closing the window and retrieving the large tome. His eyes follow the old man’s every motion, sharp and alert despite the calm setting of the room. The musty smell of the ancient book mingles with the damp air from outside as Norrell lays it open, revealing its worn pages.
When Tristan sees Yalex’s symbol on the page, distinct from the altered one on the dagger, his brow furrows. The subtle difference sparks a deeper unease in him, a recognition that whatever they’re dealing with extends beyond a mere coincidence. The room's stillness, the clutter of papers, and the weight of history in the air all seem to intensify the tension in Tristan’s mind.
He steps closer, his eyes fixed on the page. "It’s not the same," he says quietly, his voice low but steady. "The symbol we found has been changed." He glances at Norrell, gauging the man’s reaction to his observation.
His thoughts drift back to Thurimar’s words the night before. Yalex’s cults were more than just worshippers—they were destroyers. If this mutated symbol is tied to them, then something far worse may be at play here. Tristan’s resolve hardens as he looks back down at the book.
OOC: Religion check 12 for if he recalls any information from the specific page the book is opened up to.
"Children's book.. you must be versed in the way of deciphering to tell truth from tale, I always prefer reliable books." Thurimar blankly looks at the yellowed pages trying to decipher anything that could be of use, when the symbol of Yalex appears, he shutters trying to recall any piece of information that might be needed in a situation such as this.
OOC:
History? 10
You do not recall anything that would be useful in this situation.
Tristan watches as Norrell moves with unexpected agility, closing the window and retrieving the large tome. His eyes follow the old man’s every motion, sharp and alert despite the calm setting of the room. The musty smell of the ancient book mingles with the damp air from outside as Norrell lays it open, revealing its worn pages.
When Tristan sees Yalex’s symbol on the page, distinct from the altered one on the dagger, his brow furrows. The subtle difference sparks a deeper unease in him, a recognition that whatever they’re dealing with extends beyond a mere coincidence. The room's stillness, the clutter of papers, and the weight of history in the air all seem to intensify the tension in Tristan’s mind.
He steps closer, his eyes fixed on the page. "It’s not the same," he says quietly, his voice low but steady. "The symbol we found has been changed." He glances at Norrell, gauging the man’s reaction to his observation.
His thoughts drift back to Thurimar’s words the night before. Yalex’s cults were more than just worshippers—they were destroyers. If this mutated symbol is tied to them, then something far worse may be at play here. Tristan’s resolve hardens as he looks back down at the book.
OOC: Religion check 12 for if he recalls any information from the specific page the book is opened up to.
You recognize the symbols of many different gods, but none that are similar to Yalex's symbol.
--- The Tale of King Yalex and the Terror ---
Long, long ago, when the gods still graced the planes and adventure could be found by all, there lived a king's son in the faraway land of Paller. He lived with his mother, for his father had gone to war against a great Army of Terrors. One fateful day, the rain poured down outside the castle, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled under a dark, moonlit sky. A man, on horseback, brought terrible news to the castle: the King had died. The boy's mother wept and wept for a thousand days and nights, her tears flooding the castle, and in the meanwhile, the Army came closer and closer, until they had the castle under siege. The gods looked down on her sobbing and felt pity for her; for in their minds, no being in their worlds should feel as such. As she slept, even weeping then, she saw a great figure: Tor, the goddess of war and battle. And the Queen asked her, "Why are you here? For there are none who can end my tears, for now all is lost. First my husband has died, and now we shall be overrun, and my son and myself will be slain too!"
Tor merely stared at her, but in the goddess's eyes, the Queen saw two Visions of what could be. First, she saw the Army climbing over the walls of the castle, lightning flashed while creatures slew everyone inside. But then, she saw herself clad in mail and with lance, and striking again and again, routing the foes and saving the castle. So the next day, she called upon all in the castle. "I ride in a great storm, to rout and destroy those who would oppose us and strike down my husband. I may not return, and I pronounce my son as king once he has come of age. All who wish to come with me may." And she and a great force of guards left and charged the undead ranks of the Army, destroying many but losing many themselves, including the Queen herself. As the Army of Terrors fled in a great panic, never to return to this realm, she lay on the ground, a spear pinning her to the ground, as her son ran up to her. "Why have you done this?" he asked. "For now I am alone." She stared up at him. "But I no longer am." Her eyes went blank.
For many years, the boy grew to a man.
"Hmm," Norrell says. "It appears the page has been ripped."
(OOC: Perception checks for anyone near/looking out the window)
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Tristan leans in as Norrell reads aloud the tale of King Yalex. The story, though distant and mythic, resonates with the heavy atmosphere in the room. His gaze drifts to the symbols on the page, searching for anything that might hold a clue, but none match the corrupted symbol they’ve found on the dagger.
As Norrell reaches the part where the page has been torn, Tristan’s eyes instinctively flick toward the window. The rain, falling in a cold drizzle outside, mirrors the ominous feeling lingering in his gut. The streaks of water on the glass, distorted by the occasional gust of wind, seem to blur the line between the present and the ancient past described in the tale.
He looks back at the old man, narrowing his eyes. "A missing page… Of course." His voice is quiet, but there's an edge of suspicion. "This tale speaks of power, sacrifice, and terror. But whatever comes after might hold the key to understanding how Yalex’s followers have twisted that power into something darker."
Tristan folds his arms across his chest, his brow furrowed in thought. "Have you come across this tale before, Norrell? And who would go to the trouble of tearing out part of it?" His fingers trace the hilt of his sword absently as he ponders the implications. "Whoever altered the symbol—could they be hiding more than just their identity? Something about this feels… deliberate."
Glancing once more at the rain-splattered window, Tristan shifts his weight, the tension in his body a reminder that danger may be closer than they think as he walks to look out the window letting his thoughts roam.
Thurimar although wary is looking around, his glance goes around the room, yet it fixes on the window, "Find Cover", he yells, opening his book he mutters words under his breath.
OOC: Thurimar is Readying guiding bolt to anything that might go into the room through the window.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Looking out the window at the rainy city outside, both Thurimar and Tristan notice a figure standing on a roof, darting towards the building where you stand. Suddenly, the window shatters. A rainbow of glass shards explodes throughout the room as a dagger shoots through them, aimed at Norrell.
(OOC: his DEX save: 4 - anyone feel free to make DEX saves/attack rolls against the dagger)
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Tristan’s instincts kick in the moment the window shatters. With a swift, practiced motion, he calls upon his divine power. “By the Light, be shielded!” he commands, casting Shield of Faith on Norrell. A faint shimmering barrier envelops the old man.
Before the attacker can land, Tristan’s hand is already on his sword. With a fierce war cry, he moves toward the broken window, swinging his blade in an arc toward the intruder, aiming to end the threat before it can even fully enter the room. His eyes burn with righteous fury as he fights to protect those under his care.
Looking out the window at the rainy city outside, both Thurimar and Tristan notice a figure standing on a roof, darting towards the building where you stand. Suddenly, the window shatters. A rainbow of glass shards explodes throughout the room as a dagger shoots through them, aimed at Norrell.
(OOC: his DEX save: 4 - anyone feel free to make DEX saves/attack rolls against the dagger)
OOC - I forgot to add my guidance in. 11 + 2 = 13. Do I also see the figure on the roof?
Last night before bed, Thorne used his 2 1st level spell slots to cast Goodberry to generate 20 goodberries. While walking to the shop in the morning he passed 5 beggars and gave each a berry as was his daily routine. Now he has 15 berries.
Thorne enters the shop with the others looking around at the haphazard layout and odd collection of items on display. Walking up to the desk and shopkeeper he pulls out the note from Sigurd and hands it to Norrell. Mr. Norrell, our mutual friend Sigurd told us you could help identify the properties and history of a specific dagger. He pulls the dagger out from a sheath on his hip and gently places it onto the desk, with the carving clearly visible on the hilt. While he is doing this, he is studying the man to see what he can discern from his initial reaction to seeing the blade.
Insight: 13 (11 + 2 guidance)
We know a little of its history already, but would very much like to utilize your expertise in this matter to further our understanding and validate what we already believe to be true. Thorne slides a handful of silver pieces over to him. We would also appreciate your discretion and keep any information about us or the dagger to yourself.
OOC - marking 5 silver off my character sheet
Tristan steps inside the shop, the cold drizzle still clinging to his cloak as he shakes off the chill of the early morning. His eyes scan the eclectic assortment of items lining the shelves—potions, strange books, and caged beasts—but his focus quickly returns to the matter at hand. The twisted symbol on the dagger weighs heavily on his mind.
He positions himself near the counter as Thorne hands the note to Norrell and presents the dagger. Tristan watches silently, his expression calm but vigilant, paying close attention to the shopkeeper’s reaction. He remains still, letting Thorne take the lead for now, though his presence is unmistakable—a quiet force, ready to act if needed.
As Thorne speaks about the dagger’s history and slides the silver pieces across the desk, Tristan’s eyes stay fixed on the dagger, its twisted symbol of Yalex unsettling in the dim light. The ominous stories of the northern cults and their devastating rituals come back to him, a dark cloud hanging over his thoughts. He doesn't speak, but his mind is already calculating their next steps, should Norrell confirm their worst fears.
For now, he waits, observing both the shopkeeper’s reaction and the dagger itself, prepared to offer his insights when the time is right.
OOC: Insight as well for 9 total
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Norrell inspects the dagger for a moment, picking it up and staring at the carving on the hilt. Before he puts it back down on the table, Thorne notices that his eyes open widely in fear for a second. Then, he turns back to you, vigorously rubbing his glasses on a grease-stained shirt. "I have not seen a carving such as this in a very long time. It is good that you have brought this to me, friends of Sigurd. Before I explain, where did you find this weapon?"
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Thurimar walks in, his face calm, shifting in his coat, clearly afflicted by the gravity of the situation, "Good Morning, we are here due to a rather serious matter" Expecting the man to be significantly confused he gestures to Thorne, "Show him the dagger". He stands back, waiting.
A man attacked me with this dagger in Sigurd's establishment last night. He seemed overcome with jealousy and anger, but as soon as he was overpowered he fled into the night.
"Strange." He strides around the shop, grabbing several mysterious objects and scrawling "Closed" on a sign he puts on the door. "Come! You must hear this tale in private." He scampers up the stairs, opening a door and gesturing you all through.
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Thorne slides the dagger back into his sheath and follows the man into the room.
(OOC: Waiting for everyone to post)
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Tristan just follows the man still letting Thorne take the lead.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Ozymandias also follows the rest of the group into the room, but more cautiously, careful to to disturb anything.
The room is a large study, bookshelves lining the walls around a wooden desk covered with messily-scrawled papers which blow around the room whenever a gust of damp, wet wind blows in from the stained-glass window. The door closes with a loud thunk, amplified by the quiet of the room.
Norrell briskly walks across the room, shutting the window before climbing spider-like up a ladder to retrieve a massive, ancient book. He sets it down on his desk, blowing dust off of it before gingerly opening it. On the first page, you see - "The Pantheon and its Tales."
"Merely an old children's book," Norrell says. "But one that speaks the truth nonetheless."
He flips to a yellowed page, the top half dominated by different divine symbols. Among them, you see Yalex's symbol, but not the one found on the dagger.
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
"Children's book.. you must be versed in the way of deciphering to tell truth from tale, I always prefer reliable books." Thurimar blankly looks at the yellowed pages trying to decipher anything that could be of use, when the symbol of Yalex appears, he shutters trying to recall any piece of information that might be needed in a situation such as this.
OOC:
History? 10
Tristan watches as Norrell moves with unexpected agility, closing the window and retrieving the large tome. His eyes follow the old man’s every motion, sharp and alert despite the calm setting of the room. The musty smell of the ancient book mingles with the damp air from outside as Norrell lays it open, revealing its worn pages.
When Tristan sees Yalex’s symbol on the page, distinct from the altered one on the dagger, his brow furrows. The subtle difference sparks a deeper unease in him, a recognition that whatever they’re dealing with extends beyond a mere coincidence. The room's stillness, the clutter of papers, and the weight of history in the air all seem to intensify the tension in Tristan’s mind.
He steps closer, his eyes fixed on the page. "It’s not the same," he says quietly, his voice low but steady. "The symbol we found has been changed." He glances at Norrell, gauging the man’s reaction to his observation.
His thoughts drift back to Thurimar’s words the night before. Yalex’s cults were more than just worshippers—they were destroyers. If this mutated symbol is tied to them, then something far worse may be at play here. Tristan’s resolve hardens as he looks back down at the book.
OOC:
Religion check 12 for if he recalls any information from the specific page the book is opened up to.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
You do not recall anything that would be useful in this situation.
You recognize the symbols of many different gods, but none that are similar to Yalex's symbol.
--- The Tale of King Yalex and the Terror ---
Long, long ago, when the gods still graced the planes and adventure could be found by all, there lived a king's son in the faraway land of Paller. He lived with his mother, for his father had gone to war against a great Army of Terrors. One fateful day, the rain poured down outside the castle, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled under a dark, moonlit sky. A man, on horseback, brought terrible news to the castle: the King had died. The boy's mother wept and wept for a thousand days and nights, her tears flooding the castle, and in the meanwhile, the Army came closer and closer, until they had the castle under siege. The gods looked down on her sobbing and felt pity for her; for in their minds, no being in their worlds should feel as such. As she slept, even weeping then, she saw a great figure: Tor, the goddess of war and battle. And the Queen asked her, "Why are you here? For there are none who can end my tears, for now all is lost. First my husband has died, and now we shall be overrun, and my son and myself will be slain too!"
Tor merely stared at her, but in the goddess's eyes, the Queen saw two Visions of what could be. First, she saw the Army climbing over the walls of the castle, lightning flashed while creatures slew everyone inside. But then, she saw herself clad in mail and with lance, and striking again and again, routing the foes and saving the castle. So the next day, she called upon all in the castle. "I ride in a great storm, to rout and destroy those who would oppose us and strike down my husband. I may not return, and I pronounce my son as king once he has come of age. All who wish to come with me may." And she and a great force of guards left and charged the undead ranks of the Army, destroying many but losing many themselves, including the Queen herself. As the Army of Terrors fled in a great panic, never to return to this realm, she lay on the ground, a spear pinning her to the ground, as her son ran up to her. "Why have you done this?" he asked. "For now I am alone." She stared up at him. "But I no longer am." Her eyes went blank.
For many years, the boy grew to a man.
"Hmm," Norrell says. "It appears the page has been ripped."
(OOC: Perception checks for anyone near/looking out the window)
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Perception 11
Thorne is paying close attention to the story Norrell is reciting and is vaguely aware of his surroundings but not concentrating on it.
(OOC: page is ripped, or ripped out of the book? If just ripped, Thorne will do the Mending cantrip)
Tristan leans in as Norrell reads aloud the tale of King Yalex. The story, though distant and mythic, resonates with the heavy atmosphere in the room. His gaze drifts to the symbols on the page, searching for anything that might hold a clue, but none match the corrupted symbol they’ve found on the dagger.
As Norrell reaches the part where the page has been torn, Tristan’s eyes instinctively flick toward the window. The rain, falling in a cold drizzle outside, mirrors the ominous feeling lingering in his gut. The streaks of water on the glass, distorted by the occasional gust of wind, seem to blur the line between the present and the ancient past described in the tale.
He looks back at the old man, narrowing his eyes. "A missing page… Of course." His voice is quiet, but there's an edge of suspicion. "This tale speaks of power, sacrifice, and terror. But whatever comes after might hold the key to understanding how Yalex’s followers have twisted that power into something darker."
Tristan folds his arms across his chest, his brow furrowed in thought. "Have you come across this tale before, Norrell? And who would go to the trouble of tearing out part of it?" His fingers trace the hilt of his sword absently as he ponders the implications. "Whoever altered the symbol—could they be hiding more than just their identity? Something about this feels… deliberate."
Glancing once more at the rain-splattered window, Tristan shifts his weight, the tension in his body a reminder that danger may be closer than they think as he walks to look out the window letting his thoughts roam.
OOC:
perception check: 19
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Perception 20
Thurimar although wary is looking around, his glance goes around the room, yet it fixes on the window, "Find Cover", he yells, opening his book he mutters words under his breath.
OOC: Thurimar is Readying guiding bolt to anything that might go into the room through the window.
Looking out the window at the rainy city outside, both Thurimar and Tristan notice a figure standing on a roof, darting towards the building where you stand. Suddenly, the window shatters. A rainbow of glass shards explodes throughout the room as a dagger shoots through them, aimed at Norrell.
(OOC: his DEX save: 4 - anyone feel free to make DEX saves/attack rolls against the dagger)
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
Tristan’s instincts kick in the moment the window shatters. With a swift, practiced motion, he calls upon his divine power. “By the Light, be shielded!” he commands, casting Shield of Faith on Norrell. A faint shimmering barrier envelops the old man.
Before the attacker can land, Tristan’s hand is already on his sword. With a fierce war cry, he moves toward the broken window, swinging his blade in an arc toward the intruder, aiming to end the threat before it can even fully enter the room. His eyes burn with righteous fury as he fights to protect those under his care.
OOC:
Bonus action: Shield of Faith on Norrell
attack: 15 to hit for 6 damage non-lethal
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
OOC - I forgot to add my guidance in. 11 + 2 = 13. Do I also see the figure on the roof?