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After finishing his snack ember picked up the still edible pies and stacked them in the crate.
Strapping on his shield he picked up the crate. "One more thing" he said "where could i get a set of plate armor?"
He followed tellior and parolanta keeping an eye out for danger 17
As they reached the stone he stepped forwards frowning "i suppose its better than the streets"
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Kellen marches along happily alongside the group, feeling much better and clear-headed after their visit to the Cultured Cow. Arriving at the Ley line intersection, he gasps in astonishment as an elf vanishes right before his eyes. “We are going to travel that way? Are you sure it is safe for outsiders?”He is skeptical at first, but his eyes brighten immediately and he bounds forward toward the stone. “Sounds like fun! Let’s go!”
As you are walking toward the ley line intersection, Parolanta converses with Tellior and Ember. To Tellior: “I help Lady Daneliean whenever she asks. Sometimes weeks go by without any requests from her. Other times, I am able to gather information for her around Hedgegrove or occasionally in your plane. You noticed that she has quite a collection? Well, I’ve been able to pick up some items of interest to her. Her curiosity about the worlds outside Hedgegrove is insatiable. So I bring her any unusual artifacts or specimens that I come across. When she has no assignments for me, I spend a great deal of time in my garden."
To Ember: “I don’t know much about armor. It seems to me that there is a blacksmith named Fel’anoné who is spoken of highly. But I’m not sure where their shop is.”
Once you arrive at the ley line intersection and begin discussing it, the pixie repeats, “As I said, I haven’t used the ley lines with outsiders, so I don’t know what the effects may be. I’ve never heard of anyone being actively harmed by ley line travel, but it is powerful magic. I do not want to take it unless you all agree.”(She waits for approval from Triss.)
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DM: Into the Feywild Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Tries looks around the intersection with wide eyes. "I don't think we'd have been able to figure this out on our own," they say, spinning around on their toes to take it all in. Their eyes somehow get even wider as the other elf uses the ley line and disappears. No way. Then they bounce a little on the balls of their feet, nodding rapidly. "Yeah, we've gotta try this!" they say. "We can figure it out later if anything goes wrong, but we've gotta try this, guys."
“I’m sure it will be fine,” says Parolanta with a smile. “Come, gather around the stone. I will start the spell, and then you all step in as it glows. Be quick so we don’t leave anyone behind.” You form a tight circle around the stone and she begins a lyrical incantation. Each of you quickly steps onto the stone. The world flashes bright orange all around and you feel Parolanta’s will guide you along a river of power. In an instant, you take another step and find yourself in a new part of Hedgegrove. In some ways, it is just the same as the intersection you left: towering hedges, twilight skies, stone streets, the large round paver of the ley line intersection itself. But now there are just two main roads intersecting.
(Everyone roll a d100 and a d20.)
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Parolanta looks around at all of you and asks, “Everyone okay?” And you all do feel okay. There was certainly a lurch in your stomach as you landed here, but you are okay. Kellen has a mild urge to cackle, but that may be left over from the drink. Ember scowls a little, but that’s not too unusual. Tellior is about to speak up to say he feels fine, when he notices something a little odd. After a moment, he realizes that there are some gaps in his teeth that weren’t there before. (He has lost 3 teeth. Just vanished completely. You can decide which ones.)
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"What happened to you tellior? Got punched?guard this box!"
Setting down the crate ember walks over to tellior and put a hand on his shoulders. "If you are injured i can help. If it doesnt hurt your better off without my magic though"
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Just as he is about to speak Tellior's tongue catches an odd space where his front left tooth is missing. He looks startled and runs his tongue around until he realizes two of his lower teeth on the right side are missing are where. "Shomthing happened to my teeth!" His words sound a little odd, especially the tiny whistling sound at the beginning. "Can you do thomthing Ender?" He looks about for Parolanta. "Where are my teeth!?"
He looks a bit panicked and keeps moving about even with Ember trying to put a hand on his shoulder.
"Do NOT scream" ember said forcerfully coverig telliors mouth with one hand as his eyes and his other hand blazed with holy fire. "This has better work" ember held his hand over telliors chest searing his soul with a burning radiance. But healing any wound. When he was done ember sat down panting. "So. Tiring. Lets hope it was a good idea."
(All 5 points of lay on hands. My lay on hands cauterizes wounds and burns diseases from the soul. Very ouch.)
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Kellen feels a pull in the pit of his stomach as he is magically transported across the ley lines. He is disoriented when he arrives at the destination, which looks almost identical to the point they left although there are fewer roads present. He is light-headed for a brief moment and stifles an urge to cackle. However, he looses it completely when Tellior starts to talk and let’s out a long, rolling laugh. “That was awesome! You should hear yourself, Tell!”
He quickly stops laughing when Ember lays his hands on Tell and he is surrounded by healing fire.
“Well, that was unsettling. I hope you are alright, Tell. I am sorry I laughed at you earlier”he comments softly. He turns to the others “Which way should we go now?”
Parolanta flutters away to give Ember and Tellior a little space. As Ember lays his hand upon the elf’s chest, Tellior feels a burning warmth run through his body. Once the sensation diminishes, he checks his teeth again: still gone. He doesn’t feel any injury or illness. There isn’t even any blood that you might expect when losing a tooth. They are just gone.
“Oh, dear,” says Parolanta. “That was unexpected! You’ll probably grow them back, right? Do you feel okay? Other than the shock, obviously.”
Once the excitement settles down, Parolanta directs you all to head down one of the roads. After a short walk, she points out a door in the hedge that says TACKTALLOWS across the rounded top. Kellen and Tellior (if he isn’t too distracted by dental issues) notice that the door is slightly ajar and a little stained around the handle and lock.
(What would you like to do? Please roll for Investigation, Perception, or Stealth if you think your action requires it.)
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Kellen stops the party as soon as he sees the door “Something is amiss, the door is open and appears to be discolored” He slips up near the door, looking and listening for anyone in the shop, and takes a closer look at the stain near the handle and lock to see if he can make out what it is or what caused it.
"Ember, thank you for trying." Tellior sounds a bit dejected as he moves away from Ember and looks at the stone marking the ley line. "What if I just go back? Reverse the route and my teeth come back?" He isn't really speaking to anyone in particular, more lost talking to himself.
At Parolanta's comment, he snaps back at her. "Teeth don't grow back!" His tone is very condescending.
By then Tellior has grown silent and eventually resigns himself to moving on.
Once at Tacktallow's door, he sees it ajar and tries to peer past Kellen to see if he can spot anything in the shop beyond.
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Stumbling out of the transportation via ley line, Tries has to take a moment to regain their footing. They're usually a little more sure-footed than that, and this has thrown them off. But then they hear Tellior. Gods, it takes all their self-control not to burst out into laughter at their friend. But since his distress seems real, they bite their lip and turn their face away to hide their laughter. They end up sticking to the front of the group as they continue, just to try and hide their amusement further.
"Oh, good, here we go!" Triss says as they approach their destination. Their ever-present smile slips a bit at the state of the entrance, and they let out a quiet hum. A hand goes to Ember's arm, trying to stay his hand for now. "Let's see what's wrong before we go bursting in there, weapons drawn. It might just be a simple misunderstanding, after all."
Perception as they move closer to the door: 7
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After finishing his snack ember picked up the still edible pies and stacked them in the crate.
Strapping on his shield he picked up the crate. "One more thing" he said "where could i get a set of plate armor?"
He followed tellior and parolanta keeping an eye out for danger 17
As they reached the stone he stepped forwards frowning "i suppose its better than the streets"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Kellen marches along happily alongside the group, feeling much better and clear-headed after their visit to the Cultured Cow. Arriving at the Ley line intersection, he gasps in astonishment as an elf vanishes right before his eyes. “We are going to travel that way? Are you sure it is safe for outsiders?” He is skeptical at first, but his eyes brighten immediately and he bounds forward toward the stone. “Sounds like fun! Let’s go!”
As you are walking toward the ley line intersection, Parolanta converses with Tellior and Ember. To Tellior: “I help Lady Daneliean whenever she asks. Sometimes weeks go by without any requests from her. Other times, I am able to gather information for her around Hedgegrove or occasionally in your plane. You noticed that she has quite a collection? Well, I’ve been able to pick up some items of interest to her. Her curiosity about the worlds outside Hedgegrove is insatiable. So I bring her any unusual artifacts or specimens that I come across. When she has no assignments for me, I spend a great deal of time in my garden."
To Ember: “I don’t know much about armor. It seems to me that there is a blacksmith named Fel’anoné who is spoken of highly. But I’m not sure where their shop is.”
Once you arrive at the ley line intersection and begin discussing it, the pixie repeats, “As I said, I haven’t used the ley lines with outsiders, so I don’t know what the effects may be. I’ve never heard of anyone being actively harmed by ley line travel, but it is powerful magic. I do not want to take it unless you all agree.” (She waits for approval from Triss.)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Tries looks around the intersection with wide eyes. "I don't think we'd have been able to figure this out on our own," they say, spinning around on their toes to take it all in. Their eyes somehow get even wider as the other elf uses the ley line and disappears. No way. Then they bounce a little on the balls of their feet, nodding rapidly. "Yeah, we've gotta try this!" they say. "We can figure it out later if anything goes wrong, but we've gotta try this, guys."
“I’m sure it will be fine,” says Parolanta with a smile. “Come, gather around the stone. I will start the spell, and then you all step in as it glows. Be quick so we don’t leave anyone behind.” You form a tight circle around the stone and she begins a lyrical incantation. Each of you quickly steps onto the stone. The world flashes bright orange all around and you feel Parolanta’s will guide you along a river of power. In an instant, you take another step and find yourself in a new part of Hedgegrove. In some ways, it is just the same as the intersection you left: towering hedges, twilight skies, stone streets, the large round paver of the ley line intersection itself. But now there are just two main roads intersecting.
(Everyone roll a d100 and a d20.)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Kellen 68 and 6
19 d20
63 d100
Celesta is totally enchanted by the magic. She’s trying to remember the words…
With a definite pep in their step, Triss follows Parolanta's instructions as well as they can.
d100 and d20: 32 and 10
Tellior eagerly steps on to the stone the instant he sees any glow. He too plays closer attention to the incantation trying to remember it.
(d100 - 48, d20 - 15)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
15
37
Grumbling ember stepped up to the stone and adjusted his grip on the crate
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Parolanta looks around at all of you and asks, “Everyone okay?” And you all do feel okay. There was certainly a lurch in your stomach as you landed here, but you are okay. Kellen has a mild urge to cackle, but that may be left over from the drink. Ember scowls a little, but that’s not too unusual. Tellior is about to speak up to say he feels fine, when he notices something a little odd. After a moment, he realizes that there are some gaps in his teeth that weren’t there before. (He has lost 3 teeth. Just vanished completely. You can decide which ones.)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
"What happened to you tellior? Got punched?guard this box!"
Setting down the crate ember walks over to tellior and put a hand on his shoulders. "If you are injured i can help. If it doesnt hurt your better off without my magic though"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Just as he is about to speak Tellior's tongue catches an odd space where his front left tooth is missing. He looks startled and runs his tongue around until he realizes two of his lower teeth on the right side are missing are where. "Shomthing happened to my teeth!" His words sound a little odd, especially the tiny whistling sound at the beginning. "Can you do thomthing Ender?" He looks about for Parolanta. "Where are my teeth!?"
He looks a bit panicked and keeps moving about even with Ember trying to put a hand on his shoulder.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Do NOT scream" ember said forcerfully coverig telliors mouth with one hand as his eyes and his other hand blazed with holy fire. "This has better work" ember held his hand over telliors chest searing his soul with a burning radiance. But healing any wound. When he was done ember sat down panting. "So. Tiring. Lets hope it was a good idea."
(All 5 points of lay on hands. My lay on hands cauterizes wounds and burns diseases from the soul. Very ouch.)
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Kellen feels a pull in the pit of his stomach as he is magically transported across the ley lines. He is disoriented when he arrives at the destination, which looks almost identical to the point they left although there are fewer roads present. He is light-headed for a brief moment and stifles an urge to cackle. However, he looses it completely when Tellior starts to talk and let’s out a long, rolling laugh. “That was awesome! You should hear yourself, Tell!”
He quickly stops laughing when Ember lays his hands on Tell and he is surrounded by healing fire.
“Well, that was unsettling. I hope you are alright, Tell. I am sorry I laughed at you earlier” he comments softly. He turns to the others “Which way should we go now?”
Parolanta flutters away to give Ember and Tellior a little space. As Ember lays his hand upon the elf’s chest, Tellior feels a burning warmth run through his body. Once the sensation diminishes, he checks his teeth again: still gone. He doesn’t feel any injury or illness. There isn’t even any blood that you might expect when losing a tooth. They are just gone.
“Oh, dear,” says Parolanta. “That was unexpected! You’ll probably grow them back, right? Do you feel okay? Other than the shock, obviously.”
Once the excitement settles down, Parolanta directs you all to head down one of the roads. After a short walk, she points out a door in the hedge that says TACKTALLOWS across the rounded top. Kellen and Tellior (if he isn’t too distracted by dental issues) notice that the door is slightly ajar and a little stained around the handle and lock.
(What would you like to do? Please roll for Investigation, Perception, or Stealth if you think your action requires it.)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Kellen stops the party as soon as he sees the door “Something is amiss, the door is open and appears to be discolored” He slips up near the door, looking and listening for anyone in the shop, and takes a closer look at the stain near the handle and lock to see if he can make out what it is or what caused it.
Perception 19
Investigation 9
"Ember, thank you for trying." Tellior sounds a bit dejected as he moves away from Ember and looks at the stone marking the ley line. "What if I just go back? Reverse the route and my teeth come back?" He isn't really speaking to anyone in particular, more lost talking to himself.
At Parolanta's comment, he snaps back at her. "Teeth don't grow back!" His tone is very condescending.
By then Tellior has grown silent and eventually resigns himself to moving on.
Once at Tacktallow's door, he sees it ajar and tries to peer past Kellen to see if he can spot anything in the shop beyond.
(Perception: 12)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Ember draws his sword eyes still blazing.
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Stumbling out of the transportation via ley line, Tries has to take a moment to regain their footing. They're usually a little more sure-footed than that, and this has thrown them off. But then they hear Tellior. Gods, it takes all their self-control not to burst out into laughter at their friend. But since his distress seems real, they bite their lip and turn their face away to hide their laughter. They end up sticking to the front of the group as they continue, just to try and hide their amusement further.
"Oh, good, here we go!" Triss says as they approach their destination. Their ever-present smile slips a bit at the state of the entrance, and they let out a quiet hum. A hand goes to Ember's arm, trying to stay his hand for now. "Let's see what's wrong before we go bursting in there, weapons drawn. It might just be a simple misunderstanding, after all."
Perception as they move closer to the door: 7