Eric briefly describe to Nighthill what happened to Eric and how Zeminny has gone after him. "Eek behave courageously as he did before, he helped us creating a diversion, burning our enemies camp but thereafter our paths have taken different courses, we lost him into the confusion and Zeminny gone back to catch him again" with a bit of bitterness Eric ads "he was the best one of his kind, we could forgive a lot of what his twisted race has done, because of his actions, I pray to see him again one day"
When he notice the two newcomers, he introduces himself, binding politely. You see a bulky dwarf, with long reddish barb, with long curly hair of the same color. Even if his clothes and hair are covered in dust and his boots are patched and covered in dry mud, he still maintain the posture of a notable person, educated and proud in the way he speaks and stands. He wears a blacksmith white garments, that with time and fatigue have turned grey under a rusty chainmail, but a shiny necklace hangs from his neck, shaped with the Moradin's Symbol. You can also notice that he carries a scar that, unless covered by his garments, skims around the base of his neck. On his back he also wears a huge shield which also brings the signature of hard times, as well a symbol of his deity incised all along his convexity. A huge hammer which has been used for a long time an many uses, from forge to the battle, lyes on his right side.Although his wretched appearance, you curiously notice that his armor seems to shine in a supernatural way when hit by dim light.
Zale smiles as Nighthill walks over to them. At the mention of Eek she replies, "Eh, I'm sure he be round here somewhere. I be more worried about Zemminy. Though I'm sure they'll both find their way back eventually... Say, did Leosin make it back? Don't tell me he ran off with Eek to make a diversion..."
Zale waves to the newcomers, "Well ahoy there! I haven't seen you two around. What brings you here?" The bronze dragonborn walks up next to Eric to introduce herself. She carries herself with an air of confidence despite the massive scar across the right side of her face. The scar spreads across her temple leading to the broken stump of her horn. She is clad in leather armor, with a baggy tan sailor's undershirt and dark brown pants. She also wears a dark green bandana around her neck, and a large belt on her waist, on which hangs her rapier.
A pink-haired gnomish woman sits beside the tall blonde warrior. She looks up as her companion points out the new arrivals, and smiles pleasantly, hopping to her feet.
"Salutations and greetings, noble heroes. Nixi of clan Bindlestiff at your service." She executes a quick curtsey. Her expression darkens a bit, and she says quickly, "I'm so sorry for the loss of your companion. I know something of loss, and it is a heavy burden." She then brightens a bit and adds, "We two have some small skill with the mystical arts. If we can be of any assistance in your quest to defend the city and avenge your friend, we are more than willing to help."
She turns her head to gaze with interest at Fizker and the other leaders of the city. If he looks at her she will nod her head in respect.
Zale's expression falls when she realizes that Nixi is talking about Telurion. Thinking of him leads her to thinking of that fateful night. She stops herself from touching her scar, and a glint of anger flashes in her blue eyes, then is gone just as quickly. She'll make them pay, she'll make them all pay, for what they did to Telurion, and what they did to her. Blinking, she comes back to the present and forces herself to smile again.
"Heroes? I like the sound of that. Never thought I'd ever be called hero, but here we are. Haha. It is true Telurion's death dealt us a great blow. I didn't know him well meself, we'd only met a few days before, but I like to think of him as a friend. I assure you, he will be avenged. And since you two be willin' to accompany us, that be great to hear! We can definitely use yer help."
Upon hearing Nixi talk about their 'small skill with the mystical arts', Khessa feels compelled to specify: "In the field of arcane skills, Nixi is much better than me, you will see... I noticed it immediately, before, while we were studying together. I'm not a real wizard like her... for me, magic is something I learned as a self-taught, driven partly by interest and partly by necessity... Just like the use of weapons, for that matter. Well, at least, I learned how to combine these two things together!"
"Nice to meet you, Eric!" she shakes the dwarf's hand energetically, when he introduces himself to her "I'm Khessa. Khessa Cabbagefield. Congratulations on your armor..." notes the particular sparkle the blonde arcane warrior "looks so... special. Who knows if someday will I have one like that too?"
"Nice to meet you too, Zale! I'm Khessa! What brings us here, you ask?" she then replies to Zale, enthusiastically shaking her hand too "I had heard rumors of trouble in Greenest and I had set off to check, maybe help..." her blue eyes darkens a little "...You know, if I could have chosen... I would have had a much more ordinary existence than this one... Now you see me walking around wielding a big blade and doing a couple of magical tricks only because a serious tragedy took everything away from me some time ago. My village, my family... In a way, it's as if my whole life has been wiped out... like by a blow from a giant broom being moved by an evil goddess. So now I do everything I can to prevent what happened to me from happening to other defenseless common folk. Here in Greenest, however, I arrived only yesterday, together with Nixi. I arrived late".
"But," the tall adventurer somehow resumes a dazzling smile, "if heroes like you 'can definitely use our help', we'd be happy to offer it! Did you say you managed to burn the camp of the enemies? And you also freed the prisoners, very good... Did you also manage to recover the loot? From what Escobert told us, the raiders seemed to be interested in loot above all... Now, I have no idea what they plan to do with it, but something tells me that if people like them want it, then it's much better for everyone else if they don't get it!"
Calvin, who has once again been lost in thought, turns his attention Niki when she speaks. He then stares at the ground for a moment. It was true, they had already lost an ally. It was a great shame, and he hoped that he could avenge Telurion. Although, just how they were going to do that, Calvin did not know.
"I don't feel like a hero," Calvin mutters."Certainly no noble hero. Still, we probably need as much help as we can get. We're getting better at defeating our opponents, but we're far from finished."
Nixi nods her head in greeting to Eric, Zale and Calvin in turn.
To Khessa, she murmurs, "Of course you're a real wizard, silly! You're not a fake one. Just because you took a different path than most doesn't make your accomplishment any less worthy. Humility is good, but don't undervalue yourself."
Turning to Governor Nighthill, she clears her throat and says, "Apologies, Governor for interrupting. You may have overheard, I... we are new in town. But I wanted to share with you, or rather inquire, do you think the Cult of the Dragon might be behind the attacks on your town? Do you know anything of this cult?"
Even though Calvin wasn't talking to her, Khessa is struck by the discouragement she seems to hear at the bottom of his words, so she approaches and hugs him impulsively: "Maybe you don't feel like a hero at the moment, but you are all the same. You and the others defended the village against a dragon and an invasion force! It would have probably been a slaughter without you!" the blue eyes look at him with emotion "If you all would have been in my village, when happened what shouldn't have, maybe many things would have gone differently... You - and all the others - are heroes. And if we're still far from finished... well," she concludes with determination "although I still don't know exactly how, together finish we will!"
After that, interested in the question Nixi posed to Nighthill, she prepares to listen to Governor's answer.
Zale chuckles, "I think I like you." She says as she looks up at the tall woman, (yes Zale is very short for a dragonborn standing around 5'6"). "We seem to have a lot in common. I suffered a tragedy as well. One that left me with nothing but this scar." She gestures to her face. "If that bloody dragon hadn't left me to the sharks, my family and I would still be sailin' the seas... Or I'd be under the waves with them." Her tone turns bitter, "If I can put an end to this blasted cult, I'd avenge my family, my crew, and Telurion. Not to mention save countless others from suffering under their claws." She smiles again, "And don't put yerself down. I'm sure your skills both with the arcane and with the blade will be useful. Hehe, It'll sure be nice to have a couple more folks watching our backs. I don't think I'd be around right now if it weren't for my newfound crew." She gestures towards Eric and Calvin, then realizes that Kriv is not with them. "Say, where be Kriv?"
"Oh we are quite sure the Cult of the Dragon is behind this." Zale addresses Nixi then looks at Khessa, "Oh and unfortunately we weren't able to get any loot. We tried to eliminate some dragon eggs they are nursing in their camp, but it started to get to dangerous."
The large blue Dragonborn bows his head to the two newcomers. When the talk of lost companions, Kriv’s look becomes sullen and sad. He wanders off to the site of Telurion’s final battle.
"I also like you, Zale, dare; sometimes, suffering unites as much as blood!" she caresses the dragonborn on the cheek; then she starts summarizing "So the raiders are part of this 'Cult of the Dragon'. They have dragon eggs they are nursing. And they raided loot and some prisoners. You have been able to free the prisoners, but not to do anything about the loot or the eggs. I really wonder what their final goal is... Building a dragon army starting from eggs might be kind of a long-term plan... You are part dragon Zale; you know how much time it takes for a dragon to grow adult from an egg? It should take a lot, anyway, I think... So maybe they are up to something entirely different. There is something you have discovered about their plan? Like what they want to do with the loot or the eggs? Or at least clues? Rumors?"
Zale looks a bit surprised and very uncomfortable when Khessa touches her. "Uhh-Well..." She steps backwards out of Khessa's reach and continues, "I don't know a lot about dragons but it would definitely take a long time. It takes years to even hatch the eggs. My best guess is that the loot be for the dragons. I don't know why else they would go through so much trouble to get it. I don't even know what their goal be for that matter."
I see... Nighthill says as he hears why Eek and Zeminny are absent. Leosin is currently recovering, but he askes me if you wanted to stay for a while. There's something he wanted to discuss whit you. Governor Nighthill pays Calvin, Zale, Eric and Kriv their promised 250 gp each and publicly praises their courage and daring.
After that happens Fizker perks up: So, you know... Leosin was the friend I was searching for! Good thing you guys found him! And Fizker continues to fill in on any details you might have missed during their investigation ofthe cult’s camp:
The Adult Blue Dragon is named Lennithon (and not Lenny)
Most of the cult’s operations are overseen by local leaders called Wearers of Purple for the ceremonial robes that they wear. All of the wyrmspeakers are Wearers of Purple, as are lower-ranking cultists appointed by the wyrmspeakers to preside over cult enclaves.
Hunters who bring in antelope and other large game from the grasslands feed the camp. They or NOT part of the cult.
The cult has been ranging far and wide on small raids to collect treasure. Greenest was the closest target to the camp, the biggest of all the towns they’ve attacked, and the most profitable.
Prisoners were used for manual labor. In the past, a few have “converted” and become loyal members of the cult, but most die eventually of overwork and undernourishment. Then they are fed to the drakes or taken into the cave to feed the hatchlings.
The half-black dragon Rezmir came to the area a few months ago, and she set up the camp. Mondath handles everyday operations.
The half-blue dragon Cyanwrath is Mondath’s right hand and is seldom far from her side. He has a rigid sense of honor, but you don’t want to make him angry.
Rezmir is a wyrmspeaker herself.
The plunder from nearby settlements is stored in the cave. No one but Rezmir knows how much is there altogether, but it must be a big pile by now.
"Oh, sorry Zale," Khessa notices the other's reluctance "was meant to be a gesture to show friendship, not to make you uncomfortable" and she stops, smiling encouragingly.
The blonde arcane warrior then listens carefully to all the details that are being disclosed and starts reflecting about them.
during most his downtime Eric will work in the Greenest forges, or he'll help folks to build a new ones if it has been destroyed... For himself, Eric would like to craft a Splint or Plate armor, using his proficiency in smith tools and eventually his Artisan Blessing for creating some pieces of armor (if applicable)
((Ok, so here's what we are going to do. Splint armor costs 200 gp. RAW say that you need to "work" 8hrs to contribute 5 gp of effort. So that's 40 (work)days. Plate armor is 1500 gp, so 300 (work)days. However, I'm going to make you roll everyday you work. A good roll might bump the worth of your effort (only a nat 1 will have a negative effect). You can use your Artisan's Blessing to "create" 100 gp worth of effort. However for items worth more than 100 gp you can only pay with Artisan's Blessing for half the cost.
So Splint = 1 Artisan's Blessing + 100 gp worth of effort (160hrs could be lowerd)
Because of you friendship with the smith of the keep and your heroic deeds, the materials of the first item you create are supplied by Greenest. You don't have to finish it here, but you'll need a forge if you finish it elsewhere.
Please keep track of your effort investment in the notes of your character sheet))
Nixi asks, "What's a 'wyrmspeaker'? Is Mondath a half-dragon also?"
Fizker starts to rattle:
The Cult of the Dragon is organized in cells, which vary in size from just a handful of members to scores. Leaders in the cult are known as Wearers of Purple, and they outrank normal cultists. The higher ranks of the cult, in ascending order, are dragonclaw, dragonwing, dragonfang, dragonsoul, and wyrmspeaker. We believe there are only five wyrmspeakers, one per color of chromatic dragon. We believe Rezmir is the black wyrmspeaker. Most of the cult’s operations are overseen by local leaders called Wearers of Purple for the ceremonial robes that they wear. All of the wyrmspeakers are Wearers of Purple, as are lower-ranking cultists appointed by the wyrmspeakers, but no formal grades exist within the ranks of the Wearers of Purple that are appointed by the wyrmspeakers. Frulam Mondath is a Wearer of Purple, but no Half-Dragon. She's a Human. But both Langdedrosa Cyanwrath as Rezmir the Black are Half-Dragons. A Half-Dragon is a cross between a dragon and another unrelated creature. Most half-dragons are slightly bigger than their non-dragon parent and displayed features of their dragon parent. These draconic features could be as subtle as...
"Well, you all have just arrived and must be exhausted. Shall we get together later and discuss what our next moves should be? I'm assuming you want to continue to oppose this cult, and perhaps recover some of the treasure they have looted from Greenest? Or is there another plan?"
during most his downtime Eric will work in the Greenest forges, or he'll help folks to build a new ones if it has been destroyed... For himself, Eric would like to craft a Splint or Plate armor, using his proficiency in smith tools and eventually his Artisan Blessing for creating some pieces of armor (if applicable)
((Ok, so here's what we are going to do. Splint armor costs 200 gp. RAW say that you need to "work" 8hrs to contribute 5 gp of effort. So that's 40 (work)days. Plate armor is 1500 gp, so 300 (work)days. However, I'm going to make you roll everyday you work. A good roll might bump the worth of your effort (only a nat 1 will have a negative effect). You can use your Artisan's Blessing to "create" 100 gp worth of effort. However for items worth more than 100 gp you can only pay with Artisan's Blessing for half the cost.
So Splint = 1 Artisan's Blessing + 100 gp worth of effort (160hrs could be lowerd)
Because of you friendship with the smith of the keep and your heroic deeds, the materials of the first item you create are supplied by Greenest. You don't have to finish it here, but you'll need a forge if you finish it elsewhere.
Please keep track of your effort investment in the notes of your character sheet))
Ok, Eric will start working to a Splint armor during his downtime, using artisan blessing and 160hrs of efforts during his downtime. Let me know how many rolls are needed/possible during our downtime, I am assuming I can roll 1d20 + proficiency since I'm using smith's tools:
First roll is 4
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Eric briefly describe to Nighthill what happened to Eric and how Zeminny has gone after him. "Eek behave courageously as he did before, he helped us creating a diversion, burning our enemies camp but thereafter our paths have taken different courses, we lost him into the confusion and Zeminny gone back to catch him again" with a bit of bitterness Eric ads "he was the best one of his kind, we could forgive a lot of what his twisted race has done, because of his actions, I pray to see him again one day"
When he notice the two newcomers, he introduces himself, binding politely. You see a bulky dwarf, with long reddish barb, with long curly hair of the same color. Even if his clothes and hair are covered in dust and his boots are patched and covered in dry mud, he still maintain the posture of a notable person, educated and proud in the way he speaks and stands. He wears a blacksmith white garments, that with time and fatigue have turned grey under a rusty chainmail, but a shiny necklace hangs from his neck, shaped with the Moradin's Symbol. You can also notice that he carries a scar that, unless covered by his garments, skims around the base of his neck. On his back he also wears a huge shield which also brings the signature of hard times, as well a symbol of his deity incised all along his convexity. A huge hammer which has been used for a long time an many uses, from forge to the battle, lyes on his right side.Although his wretched appearance, you curiously notice that his armor seems to shine in a supernatural way when hit by dim light.
Zale smiles as Nighthill walks over to them. At the mention of Eek she replies, "Eh, I'm sure he be round here somewhere. I be more worried about Zemminy. Though I'm sure they'll both find their way back eventually... Say, did Leosin make it back? Don't tell me he ran off with Eek to make a diversion..."
Zale waves to the newcomers, "Well ahoy there! I haven't seen you two around. What brings you here?" The bronze dragonborn walks up next to Eric to introduce herself. She carries herself with an air of confidence despite the massive scar across the right side of her face. The scar spreads across her temple leading to the broken stump of her horn. She is clad in leather armor, with a baggy tan sailor's undershirt and dark brown pants. She also wears a dark green bandana around her neck, and a large belt on her waist, on which hangs her rapier.
A pink-haired gnomish woman sits beside the tall blonde warrior. She looks up as her companion points out the new arrivals, and smiles pleasantly, hopping to her feet.
"Salutations and greetings, noble heroes. Nixi of clan Bindlestiff at your service." She executes a quick curtsey. Her expression darkens a bit, and she says quickly, "I'm so sorry for the loss of your companion. I know something of loss, and it is a heavy burden." She then brightens a bit and adds, "We two have some small skill with the mystical arts. If we can be of any assistance in your quest to defend the city and avenge your friend, we are more than willing to help."
She turns her head to gaze with interest at Fizker and the other leaders of the city. If he looks at her she will nod her head in respect.
Zale's expression falls when she realizes that Nixi is talking about Telurion. Thinking of him leads her to thinking of that fateful night. She stops herself from touching her scar, and a glint of anger flashes in her blue eyes, then is gone just as quickly. She'll make them pay, she'll make them all pay, for what they did to Telurion, and what they did to her. Blinking, she comes back to the present and forces herself to smile again.
"Heroes? I like the sound of that. Never thought I'd ever be called hero, but here we are. Haha. It is true Telurion's death dealt us a great blow. I didn't know him well meself, we'd only met a few days before, but I like to think of him as a friend. I assure you, he will be avenged. And since you two be willin' to accompany us, that be great to hear! We can definitely use yer help."
Upon hearing Nixi talk about their 'small skill with the mystical arts', Khessa feels compelled to specify: "In the field of arcane skills, Nixi is much better than me, you will see... I noticed it immediately, before, while we were studying together. I'm not a real wizard like her... for me, magic is something I learned as a self-taught, driven partly by interest and partly by necessity... Just like the use of weapons, for that matter. Well, at least, I learned how to combine these two things together!"
"Nice to meet you, Eric!" she shakes the dwarf's hand energetically, when he introduces himself to her "I'm Khessa. Khessa Cabbagefield. Congratulations on your armor..." notes the particular sparkle the blonde arcane warrior "looks so... special. Who knows if someday will I have one like that too?"
"Nice to meet you too, Zale! I'm Khessa! What brings us here, you ask?" she then replies to Zale, enthusiastically shaking her hand too "I had heard rumors of trouble in Greenest and I had set off to check, maybe help..." her blue eyes darkens a little "...You know, if I could have chosen... I would have had a much more ordinary existence than this one... Now you see me walking around wielding a big blade and doing a couple of magical tricks only because a serious tragedy took everything away from me some time ago. My village, my family... In a way, it's as if my whole life has been wiped out... like by a blow from a giant broom being moved by an evil goddess. So now I do everything I can to prevent what happened to me from happening to other defenseless common folk. Here in Greenest, however, I arrived only yesterday, together with Nixi. I arrived late".
"But," the tall adventurer somehow resumes a dazzling smile, "if heroes like you 'can definitely use our help', we'd be happy to offer it! Did you say you managed to burn the camp of the enemies? And you also freed the prisoners, very good... Did you also manage to recover the loot? From what Escobert told us, the raiders seemed to be interested in loot above all... Now, I have no idea what they plan to do with it, but something tells me that if people like them want it, then it's much better for everyone else if they don't get it!"
Calvin, who has once again been lost in thought, turns his attention Niki when she speaks. He then stares at the ground for a moment. It was true, they had already lost an ally. It was a great shame, and he hoped that he could avenge Telurion. Although, just how they were going to do that, Calvin did not know.
"I don't feel like a hero," Calvin mutters. "Certainly no noble hero. Still, we probably need as much help as we can get. We're getting better at defeating our opponents, but we're far from finished."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Nixi nods her head in greeting to Eric, Zale and Calvin in turn.
To Khessa, she murmurs, "Of course you're a real wizard, silly! You're not a fake one. Just because you took a different path than most doesn't make your accomplishment any less worthy. Humility is good, but don't undervalue yourself."
Turning to Governor Nighthill, she clears her throat and says, "Apologies, Governor for interrupting. You may have overheard, I... we are new in town. But I wanted to share with you, or rather inquire, do you think the Cult of the Dragon might be behind the attacks on your town? Do you know anything of this cult?"
Even though Calvin wasn't talking to her, Khessa is struck by the discouragement she seems to hear at the bottom of his words, so she approaches and hugs him impulsively: "Maybe you don't feel like a hero at the moment, but you are all the same. You and the others defended the village against a dragon and an invasion force! It would have probably been a slaughter without you!" the blue eyes look at him with emotion "If you all would have been in my village, when happened what shouldn't have, maybe many things would have gone differently... You - and all the others - are heroes. And if we're still far from finished... well," she concludes with determination "although I still don't know exactly how, together finish we will!"
After that, interested in the question Nixi posed to Nighthill, she prepares to listen to Governor's answer.
Zale chuckles, "I think I like you." She says as she looks up at the tall woman, (yes Zale is very short for a dragonborn standing around 5'6"). "We seem to have a lot in common. I suffered a tragedy as well. One that left me with nothing but this scar." She gestures to her face. "If that bloody dragon hadn't left me to the sharks, my family and I would still be sailin' the seas... Or I'd be under the waves with them." Her tone turns bitter, "If I can put an end to this blasted cult, I'd avenge my family, my crew, and Telurion. Not to mention save countless others from suffering under their claws." She smiles again, "And don't put yerself down. I'm sure your skills both with the arcane and with the blade will be useful. Hehe, It'll sure be nice to have a couple more folks watching our backs. I don't think I'd be around right now if it weren't for my newfound crew." She gestures towards Eric and Calvin, then realizes that Kriv is not with them. "Say, where be Kriv?"
"Oh we are quite sure the Cult of the Dragon is behind this." Zale addresses Nixi then looks at Khessa, "Oh and unfortunately we weren't able to get any loot. We tried to eliminate some dragon eggs they are nursing in their camp, but it started to get to dangerous."
The large blue Dragonborn bows his head to the two newcomers. When the talk of lost companions, Kriv’s look becomes sullen and sad. He wanders off to the site of Telurion’s final battle.
"I also like you, Zale, dare; sometimes, suffering unites as much as blood!" she caresses the dragonborn on the cheek; then she starts summarizing "So the raiders are part of this 'Cult of the Dragon'. They have dragon eggs they are nursing. And they raided loot and some prisoners. You have been able to free the prisoners, but not to do anything about the loot or the eggs. I really wonder what their final goal is... Building a dragon army starting from eggs might be kind of a long-term plan... You are part dragon Zale; you know how much time it takes for a dragon to grow adult from an egg? It should take a lot, anyway, I think... So maybe they are up to something entirely different. There is something you have discovered about their plan? Like what they want to do with the loot or the eggs? Or at least clues? Rumors?"
Zale looks a bit surprised and very uncomfortable when Khessa touches her. "Uhh-Well..." She steps backwards out of Khessa's reach and continues, "I don't know a lot about dragons but it would definitely take a long time. It takes years to even hatch the eggs. My best guess is that the loot be for the dragons. I don't know why else they would go through so much trouble to get it. I don't even know what their goal be for that matter."
I see... Nighthill says as he hears why Eek and Zeminny are absent. Leosin is currently recovering, but he askes me if you wanted to stay for a while. There's something he wanted to discuss whit you. Governor Nighthill pays Calvin, Zale, Eric and Kriv their promised 250 gp each and publicly praises their courage and daring.
After that happens Fizker perks up: So, you know... Leosin was the friend I was searching for! Good thing you guys found him! And Fizker continues to fill in on any details you might have missed during their investigation ofthe cult’s camp:
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"Oh, sorry Zale," Khessa notices the other's reluctance "was meant to be a gesture to show friendship, not to make you uncomfortable" and she stops, smiling encouragingly.
The blonde arcane warrior then listens carefully to all the details that are being disclosed and starts reflecting about them.
((Ok, so here's what we are going to do. Splint armor costs 200 gp. RAW say that you need to "work" 8hrs to contribute 5 gp of effort. So that's 40 (work)days. Plate armor is 1500 gp, so 300 (work)days. However, I'm going to make you roll everyday you work. A good roll might bump the worth of your effort (only a nat 1 will have a negative effect). You can use your Artisan's Blessing to "create" 100 gp worth of effort. However for items worth more than 100 gp you can only pay with Artisan's Blessing for half the cost.
So Splint = 1 Artisan's Blessing + 100 gp worth of effort (160hrs could be lowerd)
Because of you friendship with the smith of the keep and your heroic deeds, the materials of the first item you create are supplied by Greenest. You don't have to finish it here, but you'll need a forge if you finish it elsewhere.
Please keep track of your effort investment in the notes of your character sheet))
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Nixi asks, "What's a 'wyrmspeaker'? Is Mondath a half-dragon also?"
Fizker starts to rattle:
The Cult of the Dragon is organized in cells, which vary in size from just a handful of members to scores. Leaders in the cult are known as Wearers of Purple, and they outrank normal cultists. The higher ranks of the cult, in ascending order, are dragonclaw, dragonwing, dragonfang, dragonsoul, and wyrmspeaker. We believe there are only five wyrmspeakers, one per color of chromatic dragon. We believe Rezmir is the black wyrmspeaker. Most of the cult’s operations are overseen by local leaders called Wearers of Purple for the ceremonial robes that they wear. All of the wyrmspeakers are Wearers of Purple, as are lower-ranking cultists appointed by the wyrmspeakers, but no formal grades exist within the ranks of the Wearers of Purple that are appointed by the wyrmspeakers. Frulam Mondath is a Wearer of Purple, but no Half-Dragon. She's a Human. But both Langdedrosa Cyanwrath as Rezmir the Black are Half-Dragons. A Half-Dragon is a cross between a dragon and another unrelated creature. Most half-dragons are slightly bigger than their non-dragon parent and displayed features of their dragon parent. These draconic features could be as subtle as...
Nesim pokes Fizker and he shuts up.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Nixi thanks Fizker for the explanation.
"Well, you all have just arrived and must be exhausted. Shall we get together later and discuss what our next moves should be? I'm assuming you want to continue to oppose this cult, and perhaps recover some of the treasure they have looted from Greenest? Or is there another plan?"
Ok, Eric will start working to a Splint armor during his downtime, using artisan blessing and 160hrs of efforts during his downtime. Let me know how many rolls are needed/possible during our downtime, I am assuming I can roll 1d20 + proficiency since I'm using smith's tools:
First roll is 4