{[Do you have a campaign that characters are joining? Or is that not worth it, since we aren't really all together.]}

To Kirby121

[Not joining a campaign]

Ivory Halls appears perfectly intact from the outside with its fine polished marble, and it sure lives up to it inside. Rows of beautiful mahogany shelves line the walls, and the front desk has a plump halfling sitting at it lazily. He sits up and examines you. "You strike me as a musician type. 'We have Playing with the Soul', 'Averbees Guide to Bard Magic', and 'Secrets of the Pipes'. All on floor 2, I don't know what shelf." He takes a slow sip of beer and burps. "Have a nice day." He goes back into half-sleeping.

Whisper is clearly impressed by the specter's work. “Amazing! I’m not here to cause trouble, you know. I just want to understand. Why are you helping the plants but keeping away from the farmers? You don’t have to speak if you can’t—just give me a sign, point or something.” Persuasion: 14

To EmileTherese

The specter stares at you, then points at a pile of farmers tools nearby. He picks up a spade and mimics farm work, then collapses to the ground and forms the shape of a grave in his hands. He jumps to the side and points at where he was standing and shows a look of horror on his face, and steps over a grave shape he makes with his hands. He mimics knocking with no answer, and finally returns to farm work. He drops the spade and looks at you to see if you understand.

Whisper watches the specter’s mimed actions, frowning thoughtfully as she tries to piece it all together. "You were a farmer," she says, her voice gentle, "You died…maybe suddenly." She gestures toward the spade and then the grave shape he made. "When you passed, you tried to move on—maybe to the afterlife—but it didn’t let you in. You knocked, but…no answer." She pauses, her tone quieter now, full of empathy. "And so, you came back to what you know. Farming, trying to help the crops like you always did. Is that right?"

To EmileTherese

The specter nods. Rather than going back to the crops, it points downwards to the earth. It takes one of its hands and lays it flat like ground, then shapes its other with its 2 middle fingers like legs and outer like arms, standing on the earth. It then points downwards with that hand, but moves its hand below the flat one.

Thrudor is out in the fields helping the locals farm. Pointing out various techniques to help them get ready for next season. Some of the food hadn’t grown as well the year before. “So you see we have to rotate these crops. They seem to not have grown as well possibly because they weren’t rotated this season. The specters of the fields can only do so much. We can’t rely on them entirely. We have to do our part as well”

Whisper tilts her head, her brow furrowing deeper as she watches the specter’s new motions. She crouches again, her hand resting on her chin as she tries to puzzle it out.

"Is there…something down there? Your body?" She pauses thoughtfully. "Is that why you're stuck here, because you're buried in this ground? I might be able to dig you up and take you to a cleric or someone, to help you pass over properly."

To Antlan

A small boy in the corner, a human perhaps 12 years old, raises his hand. "The specters aren't living in the branch my father works in. The carrots are withered, they look diseased. What do I do?" He clutches his stomach hungrily.

To EmileTherese

The specter shakes his head. He finds a spot with no crop growing an bids you to come closer. He draws a stick figure standing above ground, then below the ground starts drawing a system of tunnels. In the center is another stick figure, this one larger than the one above ground, with a few regular sized ones bowing to the large one. The specter has a very concerned look on his face and is trying to avoid looking at the large one.

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To Antlan

A small boy in the corner, a human perhaps 12 years old, raises his hand. "The specters aren't living in the branch my father works in. The carrots are withered, they look diseased. What do I do?" He clutches his stomach hungrily.

 "Diseased? Well that can't do. They should not be diseased...Bring me to them and show me"

Morgot smiles, "All right then," and grabs a wooden longsword. Initiative: 4

"Ah, I see now," Whisper murmurs, her voice laced with a hint of excitement. "There’s something beneath the ground. Something powerful, isn’t there? And those others—" she gestures to the smaller figures bowing—"are they cultists? Followers of this thing?" This is just the kind of mission she was made for—dark places, hidden threats, and a mystery to unravel. She stands, looking back at the specter with a quiet resolve.

"Do you know a way in? Somewhere to enter these caves without drawing too much attention?"

To Antlan

The boy runs away. After a couple of minutes, he comes back with a carrot that has turned a bluish-gray, with leaves so dry and withered that they crack just by being touched. "I think they're poisonous too, sir. There have been monsters roaming my fields. They usually roam the Dark Waste, but something has been sending all of them to town. The farmland is luckily the only place they can enter."

To RippedRhinoVikings

The cloaked figure swings the sword 360 degrees and hits you in the chest. 15 to hit, 5 bludgeoning (because it's wooden) damage. He throws off his hood, revealing a white mask over his face revealing only his glass-like eyes. "You have a strong body."

To EmileTherese

The specter flies a few hundred feet away (I'm assuming you follow) and stops right above a corn field. He digs his hand in the earth and lifts up a square tile that the corn is growing on, revealing stairs underneath. Being a specter, he is struggling to lift up the tile and looks to you for help.

If Morgot has a round before combat, he will cast divine favor to add 1d4 radiant to all attacks. On his first round in combat, he will attack with his longsword, using searing smite. Attack: 14. Damage: 9 slashing, 3 radiant, and 2 fire. 

On the start of his turn, assuming 14 hits, he takes 1 extra fire damage and must make a con save. 

Thrudor takes the carrot and inspects it Nature 15

"Poisonous? Monsters roaming the fields? How long has this been happening?"

Whisper follows. Noticing the specter struggling to lift the trap door, she hurries over to help. Strength (using a Luck point for advantage): 5