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Locke blinked rapidly as the golden light faded. He'd been teleported right into the town shop! "Well, that's certainly convenient," he thought as he chuckled to himself. Double-checking his newfound coin, the merchant perused the shop to see what was available.
As Locke headed back toward the tavern, he felt the swelling of a magic he was familiar with... that of his patron summoning him.
The merchant found himself surrounded by dark mists, which completely blocked his vision before receding to show he was now in an empty field somewhere at twilight. Floating in front of him was the shadowy outline of his patron, Handel Morgan.
"Impressive outing," he spoke in his deep, steady voice. Straight to the point, as usual--a trait Locke admired, enough to ignore the inconvenience of being abruptly summoned. "I didn't get to see your Shadow Arts, but then, you didn't really find yourself in a position to need them, yes? No matter; you clearly are ready to receive my power."
There was a pregnant pause, almost as if his patron were taking a deep breath. It was time for the confirmation. The merchant was a little surprised at how fast his patron moved, but it was what he wanted--he certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Do you, Thaddeus Smith, merchant and monk, son of Marcus and Lucia Smith, swear upon your eternal soul to perform the duties outlined in our written contract to the best of your abilities, in exchange for the predetermined benefits of my power, as my warlock Locke, for the agreed-upon duration, and to be bound by said contract out of your own free will?"
Locke didn't hesitate. "I do."
"Then the bond is confirmed; the contract is initiated, and the warlock is hereby empowered."
He gasped. Thaddeus felt his patron's power surging through him, transforming him, binding him, and most importantly, empowering him. He grit his teeth to avoid crying out--it was only several seconds, but the intensity of the process was almost too great to bear. Fortunately, it was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and Locke found himself... changed. Stronger. Sharper. Better. Breathing heavily, and even sweating lightly, he lifted his eyes toward his patron--now master--just in time to have the dark mists surround him again.
"Serve me well, Locke," echoed the fading voice in the dark as the merchant felt the transportation magic again. "And earn your rewards."
Locke looked around. He was back in town, right where he last remembered. He couldn't help but smile... he'd acquired his patron's blessing, and now his power. Looking down at his hand, he whispered words he hadn't memorized, casting an eldritch spell, then held his hand out to a nearby raven. A bolt of black, light-dimming lightning crackled from his palm, accompanied by a high-pitch burst, almost like a small thunderclap. The bolt struck the bird in mid-air and resulted in an explosion of flesh and feathers, and a slight wisp of dark black smoke. The merchant's smile widened. His next outing was going to be fun.
Faith steps out from the portal moments after Drex. Likewise he heads to the shop, and as they walk they talk, free and easy in a way the danger of the Forest hadn’t allowed.
They talk of many things, before and after. Of Faith’s home, in the high mountains, which brings them onto the Sword Coast, and Leilon and Phandalin.
“I can scarce believe mountains so much taller than my home might exist, but, yes, I would very much like to see them.”
Faith steps out from the portal moments after Drex. Likewise he heads to the shop, and as they walk they talk, free and easy in a way the danger of the Forest hadn’t allowed.
They talk of many things, before and after. Of Faith’s home, in the high mountains, which brings them onto the Sword Coast, and Leilon and Phandalin.
“I can scarce believe mountains so much taller than my home might exist, but, yes, I would very much like to see them.”
With the sale of the ammunition, and the potion, Faith has more than enough to afford a potion of healing, and a third level spell scroll. He spends enough money on fine inks and ritual ingredients that he will be able to copy the spell into his tome for ritual use.
After dinner he takes his leave of Drex and heads to the post office, where he receives some parcels from the monastery. Prayer, washing, and a good nights sleep, and Faith is happier than he has been in a long time.
He came here for opportunity and he will follow where opportunity arises. The sword coast sounds very interesting.
(Let me know what we are doing... I visited out threads and I found nothing I can update. >.< If I do an update, it will be too mundane, so I kept from posting.)
(Let me know what we are doing... I visited out threads and I found nothing I can update. >.< If I do an update, it will be too mundane, so I kept from posting.)
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Locke blinked rapidly as the golden light faded. He'd been teleported right into the town shop! "Well, that's certainly convenient," he thought as he chuckled to himself. Double-checking his newfound coin, the merchant perused the shop to see what was available.
(( Magic item rolls: 46, 86, 66 ))
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
(( 55 = 2nd Level Spell Scroll, 300gp. Locke will take that... a scroll of Flock of Familiars. ))
As Locke headed back toward the tavern, he felt the swelling of a magic he was familiar with... that of his patron summoning him.
"Impressive outing," he spoke in his deep, steady voice. Straight to the point, as usual--a trait Locke admired, enough to ignore the inconvenience of being abruptly summoned. "I didn't get to see your Shadow Arts, but then, you didn't really find yourself in a position to need them, yes? No matter; you clearly are ready to receive my power."
There was a pregnant pause, almost as if his patron were taking a deep breath. It was time for the confirmation. The merchant was a little surprised at how fast his patron moved, but it was what he wanted--he certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Do you, Thaddeus Smith, merchant and monk, son of Marcus and Lucia Smith, swear upon your eternal soul to perform the duties outlined in our written contract to the best of your abilities, in exchange for the predetermined benefits of my power, as my warlock Locke, for the agreed-upon duration, and to be bound by said contract out of your own free will?"
Locke didn't hesitate. "I do."
"Then the bond is confirmed; the contract is initiated, and the warlock is hereby empowered."
He gasped. Thaddeus felt his patron's power surging through him, transforming him, binding him, and most importantly, empowering him. He grit his teeth to avoid crying out--it was only several seconds, but the intensity of the process was almost too great to bear. Fortunately, it was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and Locke found himself... changed. Stronger. Sharper. Better. Breathing heavily, and even sweating lightly, he lifted his eyes toward his patron--now master--just in time to have the dark mists surround him again.
"Serve me well, Locke," echoed the fading voice in the dark as the merchant felt the transportation magic again. "And earn your rewards."
Locke looked around. He was back in town, right where he last remembered. He couldn't help but smile... he'd acquired his patron's blessing, and now his power. Looking down at his hand, he whispered words he hadn't memorized, casting an eldritch spell, then held his hand out to a nearby raven. A bolt of black, light-dimming lightning crackled from his palm, accompanied by a high-pitch burst, almost like a small thunderclap. The bolt struck the bird in mid-air and resulted in an explosion of flesh and feathers, and a slight wisp of dark black smoke. The merchant's smile widened. His next outing was going to be fun.
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Tommy returns to the tavern, orders a drink before walking over to the jobs board looking for work.
Drex blinks in having used the portal the was active in the Keep's other room. In a flash he appears just behind Locke.
"Wow the magic in that was fantastic. What a rush. I could use a drink, bath and a rest. Then I'll see what's in the store these days."
60, 75, 61,
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"I'm definitely getting a couple of sets of thieves tools." as he chuckles....
62 is 3rd level scroll (800 gp)
27 is a potion of Thunder resistance (300 gp)
39 is a potion of animal friendship. (200 gp)
He's only has enough for one of the potions. "mmmmmm....I'll take the Potion of Thunder resistance."
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So I take it we’re abandoning the Battle for the FOW?)
We had too many players in that one anyway.)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Drex comments, "I'm off to other realms."
OOC - I do have some other's in the wings that I've been running through solo as I learn the DMing ropes.
Ruaccek, Callon, Priphira, Arasi, and Matheris All available unless I take one of them on the LMoP jaunt.
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Faith steps out from the portal moments after Drex. Likewise he heads to the shop, and as they walk they talk, free and easy in a way the danger of the Forest hadn’t allowed.
They talk of many things, before and after. Of Faith’s home, in the high mountains, which brings them onto the Sword Coast, and Leilon and Phandalin.
“I can scarce believe mountains so much taller than my home might exist, but, yes, I would very much like to see them.”
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With the sale of the ammunition, and the potion, Faith has more than enough to afford a potion of healing, and a third level spell scroll. He spends enough money on fine inks and ritual ingredients that he will be able to copy the spell into his tome for ritual use.
After dinner he takes his leave of Drex and heads to the post office, where he receives some parcels from the monastery. Prayer, washing, and a good nights sleep, and Faith is happier than he has been in a long time.
He came here for opportunity and he will follow where opportunity arises. The sword coast sounds very interesting.
(That’s what I was wondering! Happy to reconvene here if that’s the case.)
I might rat and message Sonic, see what’s up.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
(Let me know what we are doing... I visited out threads and I found nothing I can update. >.< If I do an update, it will be too mundane, so I kept from posting.)
(I'm tapping out. Fun idea though just to many making it slow)
(Let me know what we are doing... I visited out threads and I found nothing I can update. >.< If I do an update, it will be too mundane, so I kept from posting.)
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If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
(Sadness alrighty)
(well, anybody got anything for us today? XD)
I might, let me check)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
I do, I got a couple adventures from MonkeyDM that I could fit in, or we can just do a regular one from the FOW table.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
It has been a bit slow. It DID have too many players anyway. Yeah just gonna leave that campaign in the past