What an interesting little machine. Should we look at other parts of the city in case more are hiding out? or investigate the villa further or wait for the city guard to get back to us?
Cloud it is late. For now I say let us wait because Barnibus will most likely want to have a sit down with us and if my suspicions are correct he will want to see this in action. We should head back to the manor .
This is my room design. Lots of plants near the windows. A small bookshelf in the corner with my three books on them and my stuff I left at home. A mirror and a bed. The outside of the rooms door spells Gajimi in Druidic.
In Arthur's bed room he has a desk & chair east of his bed, south of the bathroom door. He has 3 armour posts for holding suits of armour. He has a shield beside his bed and 2 handaxes hanging above his bed within arms reach. He has a few sets of clothes hanging in his bedroom and on the desk is his barking dog alarm. He has places for other various weapons to hang from. On his desk is a lantern for a source of light .
I added a link to our server on the campaign page header.
Since we moved back to playing in person regularly this forum thread has turned back into a place to store some of the random info. As crazy as it got from the very random schedules, attendance, location, COVID, and attempts by "misadventure league" to schedule stuff in our place this thread really helped keep as much as possible going despite the issues.
Gajimi's player got to finally play a campaign arc to it's conclusion for the first time in his 2+ years of playing D&D, instead of starting up a new character for some new campaign the DM wants to run(or was absent for extended periods, etc That's where the misadventure league comes from) Gajimi is even running away from danger in a new ongoing story!
Most of our data here will get backed up into our new server or campaign page.
Up at the top of Trollskull Manor, on the fourth floor is Rose’s room. She has done her best to make it feel like home, it being the closest thing to her own home she has had in a while. Thrilled to have a place to rest, Rose has happily dusted and cleaned the room. It smells like the forest with notes of pine, lemon, and cedar to air it out. The hardwood oak floor is gleaming from a fresh mopping and a lemon wax coating.
Digging in the attic storage, which she also cleaned and organized while in there, Rose has gleaned additional furnishings to make her room more serviceable including a writing desk, a tall yet narrow bookcase, clean bed linens, a ceramic water pitcher and wash basin, a small hutch, and several paintings.
Moving counter-clockwise around the room from the door, you come first to the fireplace, all swept and neat, with a brass tub for firewood, a bucket for ashes, and fireplace tools.
Above the fireplace and mantle, she hung the largest of the landscapes, a realistic painting of a castle sitting in the mountains surrounded at first by a village and then encompassed by a lush forest.
On the mantle, in two matching solid-gold frames, are two portraits: One of a ruggedly good-looking yet kind man, his dark mahogany hair is graying at the temples, deep brown eyes smiling at the viewer, and his mouth in a large yet gentle smile. On his head sits a crown, majestic but not so much as to distract the viewer from the humility and goodness of the person on which it sits. The other is a painting of a wildly beautiful elf, with a round face and long golden hair gently being tossed by the wind. Her blue eyes sparkle with joy and profound intelligence. Looking into her eyes is like looking at the multi-verse and seeing all of its workings. Her noble bearing and golden circlet denote elven royalty, but her presence glows with compassion and love. Her whole presence is light.
With the portraits on the mantle, there is a pair of well-polished brass candleholders with ivory wax tapers and two figurines: one of Tyr, god of justice and another of Chauntea, “the Great Mother.”
Next to the fireplace, between the wall and her bed, sits a small, cherry hutch. On top, sits a ceramic wash basin and pitcher. In the drawers beneath, she has stored her folded clothes, journals, and other precious belongings. Over these drawers, she has placed a protective spell, locking them to anyone but her.
Her bed is neatly made with cotton sheets and a scarlet bedspread. At the foot of her bed, sits her travel trunk, reorganized with her adventuring gear, healing kits, and cleaned weapons. Although, her crossbow is at the ready beneath her bed along with one on her daggers.
Between the windows, she has put her maple writing desk. Her new cartographer equipment has been carefully put away in a small water-proof chest beneath the desk, except for the Spyglass of Clairvoyance which she has carefully set in a holder on the top shelf of her desk. Also, at ready, is an owl-feather quill along with several sheets of parchment on top of the desk. On the small shelves above the desk, colored inks gleam in their shatter-proof glass jars, rolls of parchment sit neatly according to size and use, and various quill tips, wax sticks, art supplies, and ciphers are ready for use.
On the wall to the right of the door stands the empty bookcase and room for hopefully a wardrobe, both of which Rose hopes her father will her with by sending her some of her favorite books from home and will possibly furnish her with a wardrobe/chest to store her clothes and armor.
To the right of the door is a small potted tree and several bronze hooks to hang her cloak, clothes, and other necessary gear. Throughout the room, she has hung other pictures and has set out a few additional candles and potted plants.
Watch Captain "Right, I'll get this note to Blastwind. He's the one doing the investigation."
Thank you. Barnibus knows the best places to find me if he has need of me. G'day to you and the Watch . Blessings of Tyr upon you .
What an interesting little machine. Should we look at other parts of the city in case more are hiding out? or investigate the villa further or wait for the city guard to get back to us?
Cloud it is late. For now I say let us wait because Barnibus will most likely want to have a sit down with us and if my suspicions are correct he will want to see this in action. We should head back to the manor .
Cool
Kythorn 09, 1492
Temperature:
Low: 45
High: 65
Effective Temperature: -
Winds: From Arctic at 30 mph.
Precipitation: No Precipitation
Relative Humidity:
Morning: Low
Evening: Moderate
Dawn is at: 4:32
Number of daylight hours: 14.90
Selûne: 4th Qtr
Kythorn 10, 1492
Temperature:
Low: 45
High: 65
Effective Temperature: -
Winds: From Arctic at 45 mph.
Precipitation: No Precipitation
Relative Humidity:
Morning: Low
Evening: Moderate
Dawn is at: 4:35
Number of daylight hours: 14.80
Selûne: 4th Qtr
10 Kythorn Tavern roll - 35
Flamerule 07, 1492
Temperature:
Low: 50
High: 70
Effective Temperature: -
Winds: From tropics at 5 mph.
Precipitation: No Precipitation
Relative Humidity:
Morning: Low
Evening: Moderate
Dawn is at: 4:47
Number of daylight hours: 14.40
Selûne: 3rd Qtr
Cosmetic Upgrades
Flamerule 12, 1492
Whole lotta Downtime!
This is my room design.
Lots of plants near the windows. A small bookshelf in the corner with my three books on them and my stuff I left at home. A mirror and a bed. The outside of the rooms door spells Gajimi in Druidic.
In Arthur's bed room he has a desk & chair east of his bed, south of the bathroom door. He has 3 armour posts for holding suits of armour. He has a shield beside his bed and 2 handaxes hanging above his bed within arms reach. He has a few sets of clothes hanging in his bedroom and on the desk is his barking dog alarm. He has places for other various weapons to hang from. On his desk is a lantern for a source of light .
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I added a link to our server on the campaign page header.
Since we moved back to playing in person regularly this forum thread has turned back into a place to store some of the random info. As crazy as it got from the very random schedules, attendance, location, COVID, and attempts by "misadventure league" to schedule stuff in our place this thread really helped keep as much as possible going despite the issues.
Gajimi's player got to finally play a campaign arc to it's conclusion for the first time in his 2+ years of playing D&D, instead of starting up a new character for some new campaign the DM wants to run(or was absent for extended periods, etc That's where the misadventure league comes from) Gajimi is even running away from danger in a new ongoing story!
Most of our data here will get backed up into our new server or campaign page.
Rose’s Room (Attic Bedroom)
Up at the top of Trollskull Manor, on the fourth floor is Rose’s room. She has done her best to make it feel like home, it being the closest thing to her own home she has had in a while. Thrilled to have a place to rest, Rose has happily dusted and cleaned the room. It smells like the forest with notes of pine, lemon, and cedar to air it out. The hardwood oak floor is gleaming from a fresh mopping and a lemon wax coating.
Digging in the attic storage, which she also cleaned and organized while in there, Rose has gleaned additional furnishings to make her room more serviceable including a writing desk, a tall yet narrow bookcase, clean bed linens, a ceramic water pitcher and wash basin, a small hutch, and several paintings.
Moving counter-clockwise around the room from the door, you come first to the fireplace, all swept and neat, with a brass tub for firewood, a bucket for ashes, and fireplace tools.
Above the fireplace and mantle, she hung the largest of the landscapes, a realistic painting of a castle sitting in the mountains surrounded at first by a village and then encompassed by a lush forest.
On the mantle, in two matching solid-gold frames, are two portraits: One of a ruggedly good-looking yet kind man, his dark mahogany hair is graying at the temples, deep brown eyes smiling at the viewer, and his mouth in a large yet gentle smile. On his head sits a crown, majestic but not so much as to distract the viewer from the humility and goodness of the person on which it sits. The other is a painting of a wildly beautiful elf, with a round face and long golden hair gently being tossed by the wind. Her blue eyes sparkle with joy and profound intelligence. Looking into her eyes is like looking at the multi-verse and seeing all of its workings. Her noble bearing and golden circlet denote elven royalty, but her presence glows with compassion and love. Her whole presence is light.
With the portraits on the mantle, there is a pair of well-polished brass candleholders with ivory wax tapers and two figurines: one of Tyr, god of justice and another of Chauntea, “the Great Mother.”
Next to the fireplace, between the wall and her bed, sits a small, cherry hutch. On top, sits a ceramic wash basin and pitcher. In the drawers beneath, she has stored her folded clothes, journals, and other precious belongings. Over these drawers, she has placed a protective spell, locking them to anyone but her.
Her bed is neatly made with cotton sheets and a scarlet bedspread. At the foot of her bed, sits her travel trunk, reorganized with her adventuring gear, healing kits, and cleaned weapons. Although, her crossbow is at the ready beneath her bed along with one on her daggers.
Between the windows, she has put her maple writing desk. Her new cartographer equipment has been carefully put away in a small water-proof chest beneath the desk, except for the Spyglass of Clairvoyance which she has carefully set in a holder on the top shelf of her desk. Also, at ready, is an owl-feather quill along with several sheets of parchment on top of the desk. On the small shelves above the desk, colored inks gleam in their shatter-proof glass jars, rolls of parchment sit neatly according to size and use, and various quill tips, wax sticks, art supplies, and ciphers are ready for use.
On the wall to the right of the door stands the empty bookcase and room for hopefully a wardrobe, both of which Rose hopes her father will her with by sending her some of her favorite books from home and will possibly furnish her with a wardrobe/chest to store her clothes and armor.
To the right of the door is a small potted tree and several bronze hooks to hang her cloak, clothes, and other necessary gear. Throughout the room, she has hung other pictures and has set out a few additional candles and potted plants.