It looks like the deep gnomes have made some rudimentary furniture from the stones in this cavern. A couple of chairs and a table are nearby the two hollowed stones used as water basins. "Take a drink, if you wish." Mairshall says to the group. "Just don't overfill yourselves. It takes a long while to refill those."
With a quick prayer to the Great Caliph Husam al-Balil ben Nafhat al-Yugayyim, Dark takes a much needed drink of the water and then settles down to rest.
The female deep gnome seems to motion to protest, but Mairshall stops her. "I will keep watch while you sleep if you want. There is only one entrance to this place, and no one else knows of its entrance."
Killian, Pockets some of the moss into his pouch along with Leo and Mara, finding it a little difficult to crawl through the passageway with his new height, almost hits his head on the roof of the tunnel. upon entering the cavern and looking around for this first time since his arrival at this place feels a bit of relief. He takes Mairshall's offer and takes some water to drink. afterwards finding what he determines to be a cozy corner for himself and passes out straight away. nothing short of a shocking grasp will wake him.
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Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Squeezing in the crawl space Orianna's horns scrap the top of space. Noticing this she brings her head down so they stop and she takes the first watch. She fidgets and stares at the two gnomes. "You wouldn't happen to have any alcohol would you?"
Rumble isn't far behind the others both during the trip and into the land of dreams. Before he does so, however, the earth genasi looks over each of the motley crew one last time before turning to bow his head to the deep gnomes. "Fer what its worth, I wanna thank you folks again for look'n out for us.... If this... *yawns*… 'nthing we can do for ya after we rested... don't hesitate to ask... 'right?" He gives a lopsided grin, then turns to find the nearest wall to fall asleep against sitting up and curled around their sack of goods. As he settles in he mutters one last prayer to some deity named "Helm", forgetting at the time to take a drink before sleep consumes him.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Killian shoots up like a rocket, wide eyed and drenched in sweat, letting out a guttural noise "ARRGGGGG" his eyes darting around the room. "**** I'm still here" He mutters under his breath. Seeing Orianna awake. "Have you rested at all?, Do you think these gnomes have something a little stronger than water to drink?"a sly smile grows across his face, shoulders shrug hands open palms upward.
If Mairshall is awake or his partner,I will thank them for letting us rest and offering what little water they have to us. "Hey Marishall, Thank you for letting us stay here to rest we have had quite the day...." and proceed tell them of our journey up to this point, the cells, the tunnel fighting the sand imps, getting the beads from their remains. the ghost shadow figure and what happened when it touched the flame the sapling that grew from it's "death"
I ask them if they can give any information on this tower the deadwood and if there are any more friendly people out there, or should everything be taken as a threat? Are there any supplies that they would be willing to part with so that we all could be better suited to find our way out. Also I would ask if he had some rum or whiskey or moonshine, whatever alcohol he had if any.
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Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Rumble groggily opens an eye to regard the source of the noise. Before he can fully complete let out words leaning towards concern, the curse elicits a grimace out of the earth genasi. With a shake of the head, he opens up the sack to begin inventory again. "Might wanna put that idea outta yer head, Mister Clinton. From what I've seen 'nd heard, fire water just gonna make yer thirsty... not to mention stupid."
With a raspy chuckle, Rumble sets to work starting on breakfast for folk unless the gnomes decide to provide further for the group. Otherwise, its the last of the roughshod jam on bread for Orianna first and set aside, then onion soup with a side of more plain stale bread for the rest. 'My, oh, my... I think I can stretch things for another day, but...'Rumble lets his thoughts drift off there, absently hoping the work and story going on in the background would chase away the grime air.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Hearing the voices of the other as she sleeps, Mara makes a noise to shush them as she tries to go back to sleep. If they make more noise she will do it again and then try to find a place a way from those that are talking.
Killian, Hears Mara's hush, looks over at her and sees her still trying to get rest, he lowers his voice while continuing his conversation. Also Rumble is awake and looks like he is preparing breakfast, while Killian hears him mention fire water he doesn't pay too much attention to fully grasp what he said, more involved with Mairshall, trying to learn as much as he can about this place and the questions he asked him.
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Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
The group takes the comfiest bit of ground they can, quickly falling into a deep slumber. As you are resting, there appears to be no interruptions; the tunnel just being an empty gaping maw with the threat of anything possibly turning up at any moment.
For Leojym:
As you settle down and begin your meditation, you can feel something disturbing. The touch of Angharradh is weak here. Wherever it is that you have appeared, it does not appear to be in Faerûn. The mental exercises done within your mind while you rest seem to keep going back to something; the shadowy figure and the flame. The thing that you recall it tracing was a triangle with a circle within it. As you visualise it, you see the circle begin to shrink and divide, becoming three overlapping circles that form a symbol quite familiar with you. This vision seems to be etched in the front of your mind throughout your trance, regardless of what you try to imagine beyond it.
For Darkwing:
During your slumber, you get a feeling of dread. Your dreams are filled with sights of the shadows of dead trees reaching up into the sky. They block out the sun slowly but surely while you attempt to flee from their dark tendrils of branches, then you feel your wings chained and locked. Your body becomes paralyzed as the shadowy outline of the deep gnome can be glimpsed in the dark on the ground, causing you to plummet, wrapped in ethereal chains, down and down and down. You awake with a sense of unease, your breathing heavy.
For Shadow:
It is there, ahead of you. A squad of gnolls, their teeth shimmering in the moonlight as they snarl at you. They outnumber you vastly as behind them the burning ruins of your hometown can be seen, ashes of your loved ones being dispersed into the air. You have no choice but to flee. Your instincts kick in as you rush on all fours, like a scared street cat, away from the hyena men. They let out a howl as they chase you over a grassland in the darkness. You keep rushing away as you make your way as quickly as you can away from them. However, they are faster, and begin to catch up without any issues. You let out a burst of speed to get out of the way, then realise you have rushed over a cliff. Plummeting, your vision changes from looking at a ravine in a grassland to looking at a tower, flashing up into the air seemingly forever. You continue to fall towards the ground, as a dark shadow with a demonic face rushes at you, the maw of the demon face engulfs you in darkness. You then awaken...
Mairshall seems to do some work while the group is resting, those on watch see him spend some time moving some of the smaller rocks around, then takes from his pouch a piece of leather and twists it, beginning to levitate up towards the glowing moss above the water pots and begins to squeeze moisture from them, droplets falling down to replenish a small portion of the water that was consumed by the group.
For Darnell:
During your sleep, you feel yourself "waking up" in a desert during the night. The fell chill wind catches you as you notice you have nothing but some rags on you. As you look around for some shelter, the sand begins to shift, as an enormous pair of claws made of the sand reach out and grasp around you. The tips of the claws begin to sear with a burning heat, becoming sharp blades of glass as they cut into your flesh, leaving gaping burnt cuts severing around your skin as you cry out in pain. A white-hot tip of a claw slowly comes for your eyes, but you awaken before it reaches you.
For Killian:
There is a boiling within your blood. You can feel that tear of the chaotic within your very essence feeling heightened in this place. The strong pull of entropy seemingly tugs at your body, dragging you up, then left, then down again, before spinning your sense of direction completely. As you try and mentally tether yourself in this dream, a flicker of a face; a wide reptillian-like grin with hundreds of teeth looks upon you, the rest of the form wreathed in shadow as it licks its lips.
The other deep gnome seems to go into the makeshift tent, with an occasional shuffling noises coming from inside. It doesn't sound like she has gone to sleep, more that she is moving things around in there.
For Orianna:
The night brings a strange view to you. A dark cavern where the only illumination is the glow of a pool of magma in a deep pit. There is a drip... drip... drip... sound coming from the cavern ceiling as a stalagmite seems to be revealing a source of water. Feeling parched, you rush over to the spike on the roof, standing beneath it to catch the droplets of the cool liquid. Taking in the first couple of droplets, you realise it is not water; it is darker and more foamy, reminding you of the smooth taste of a mug of ale. However, the taste then turns to a horrible sour taste as you look up at the source, seeing the stalagmite looking back at you with a crimson bloodshot eye, a row of jagged teeth drooling this now disgusting fluid down on you. It hisses with a delightful glee as tendrils of stone lash out and wrap around you, pulling you slowly up towards its mouth to consume you; then you awaken.
To Mara:
You find a room of complete darkness around you. There is no illumination as you look around where you are. You feel cold stone beneath your feet, which you believe are unbooted. After a few seconds you then can see yourself in the darkness, draped in a scholar's robe, but it is crusted with dried blood. You look up from the robes to see ahead of you a pedestal, upon which appears to be a broken stone tablet. Appearing beside it is an elf, a dwarf, an orc, and a gnome. They are in similar robes to you, but theirs are not bloodied. They seem to be inspecting this tablet. Walking over to it, you can see there is something scribed onto it, but you cannot tell what. It is almost like the knowledge is rejected to you. You then see crawling up onto the top of the tablet from behind is a bug, one you know carries a nasty disease and thrives in deserts like Calimshan. The four figures look to you, their visuals nonedescript, as if you cannot decipher their faces, as the bug leaps across and latches onto your nose. You then awaken.
Around half way through the rests, the female deep gnome comes out of the tent, closing the tattered covers behind her. She wanders over to Mairshall and discusses something with him quietly in their native tongue. The female deep gnome then walks along towards the tunnel and disappears into the dark void of the tunnel.
For Simmeat:
As you are resting, you feel a familiar dread around your form. A wisp and chill covers you as you feel yourself shivering on the ground. You look around to see that the cave you are resting in is now abandoned; the tent is gone and any other resources. You look to yourself and note that you have been stripped of all possessions, clothes and all. "YOU SEE THIS?" The voice calls in your mind. "THIS IS YOUR FATE NOW. YOU HAVE PLACED YOUR TRUST IN THAT WHICH IS NOT TRUSTWORTHY. LOOK..." You look around, the chill of the empty cavern biting at your skin. "EVEN YOUR APPARITIONS OF YOUR BELOVED FAMILY HAVE GONE. THIS TOWER TAKES EVERYTHING, AND IT WILL TAKE ALL FROM YOU SOON..." The wispy white aura flows around you. "REMEMBER THIS VIEW, FOR THIS IS YOUR FATE."There is then a dark shadow that looms behind you. Turning around, you see the dark visage of an enormous hill giant, three times the size of a normal one, as it raises it club towards you. Before it can swing it down, you awaken.
For Rumble:
Your dream takes you to a dark visage of a forest. Looking around, your bearing remind you of when you were at home, by the Sea of Fallen Stars. However, the view is in a monochromatic scale. You feel yourself running on all fours through the foliage. Looking around, you notice that you are hunting something, someone. The blank figure is rushing into a clearing as you bare down on it, your fangs biting at the form. You then see looking back at you is your own face, as a dire wolf rushes towards the back of this doppelganger. You then look back down to where you are biting, and see a snout similar to that of the wolf's. The doppelganger then raises a weapon up at you and makes a slash at you. You vision shows you instinctively retreating, blood covering your eyes, then you awaken...
As you all get up for the day, Mairshall wanders over to the tent. "I shall bring us some food." He comments, pulling the flap slightly aside and wandering inside, returning a moment later with a handful of mushrooms and a small wooden bowl with a slimy green substance in it for each person. "It is not much, but should help for now."
It looks like the deep gnomes have made some rudimentary furniture from the stones in this cavern. A couple of chairs and a table are nearby the two hollowed stones used as water basins. "Take a drink, if you wish." Mairshall says to the group. "Just don't overfill yourselves. It takes a long while to refill those."
With a quick prayer to the Great Caliph Husam al-Balil ben Nafhat al-Yugayyim, Dark takes a much needed drink of the water and then settles down to rest.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
The female deep gnome seems to motion to protest, but Mairshall stops her. "I will keep watch while you sleep if you want. There is only one entrance to this place, and no one else knows of its entrance."
Killian, Pockets some of the moss into his pouch along with Leo and Mara, finding it a little difficult to crawl through the passageway with his new height, almost hits his head on the roof of the tunnel. upon entering the cavern and looking around for this first time since his arrival at this place feels a bit of relief. He takes Mairshall's offer and takes some water to drink. afterwards finding what he determines to be a cozy corner for himself and passes out straight away. nothing short of a shocking grasp will wake him.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Mara takes a small sip of water before she goes back to her spot and slowly falls asleep.
Darnell drinks a small amount of water. He finds a relatively comfortable spot to sit and falls asleep right away.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Leojym will drink some water and go into his trance, keeping an eye on the entrance they came through.
Perception: 13
Sim was inspecting the stones but his exhaustion overwhelmed him and he passed right out before he could make anything out.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Squeezing in the crawl space Orianna's horns scrap the top of space. Noticing this she brings her head down so they stop and she takes the first watch. She fidgets and stares at the two gnomes. "You wouldn't happen to have any alcohol would you?"
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiARumble isn't far behind the others both during the trip and into the land of dreams. Before he does so, however, the earth genasi looks over each of the motley crew one last time before turning to bow his head to the deep gnomes. "Fer what its worth, I wanna thank you folks again for look'n out for us.... If this... *yawns*… 'nthing we can do for ya after we rested... don't hesitate to ask... 'right?" He gives a lopsided grin, then turns to find the nearest wall to fall asleep against sitting up and curled around their sack of goods. As he settles in he mutters one last prayer to some deity named "Helm", forgetting at the time to take a drink before sleep consumes him.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Killian shoots up like a rocket, wide eyed and drenched in sweat, letting out a guttural noise "ARRGGGGG" his eyes darting around the room. "**** I'm still here" He mutters under his breath. Seeing Orianna awake. "Have you rested at all?, Do you think these gnomes have something a little stronger than water to drink?" a sly smile grows across his face, shoulders shrug hands open palms upward.
If Mairshall is awake or his partner,I will thank them for letting us rest and offering what little water they have to us. "Hey Marishall, Thank you for letting us stay here to rest we have had quite the day...." and proceed tell them of our journey up to this point, the cells, the tunnel fighting the sand imps, getting the beads from their remains. the ghost shadow figure and what happened when it touched the flame the sapling that grew from it's "death"
I ask them if they can give any information on this tower the deadwood and if there are any more friendly people out there, or should everything be taken as a threat? Are there any supplies that they would be willing to part with so that we all could be better suited to find our way out. Also I would ask if he had some rum or whiskey or moonshine, whatever alcohol he had if any.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Rumble groggily opens an eye to regard the source of the noise. Before he can fully complete let out words leaning towards concern, the curse elicits a grimace out of the earth genasi. With a shake of the head, he opens up the sack to begin inventory again. "Might wanna put that idea outta yer head, Mister Clinton. From what I've seen 'nd heard, fire water just gonna make yer thirsty... not to mention stupid."
With a raspy chuckle, Rumble sets to work starting on breakfast for folk unless the gnomes decide to provide further for the group. Otherwise, its the last of the roughshod jam on bread for Orianna first and set aside, then onion soup with a side of more plain stale bread for the rest. 'My, oh, my... I think I can stretch things for another day, but...' Rumble lets his thoughts drift off there, absently hoping the work and story going on in the background would chase away the grime air.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Hearing the voices of the other as she sleeps, Mara makes a noise to shush them as she tries to go back to sleep. If they make more noise she will do it again and then try to find a place a way from those that are talking.
Killian, Hears Mara's hush, looks over at her and sees her still trying to get rest, he lowers his voice while continuing his conversation. Also Rumble is awake and looks like he is preparing breakfast, while Killian hears him mention fire water he doesn't pay too much attention to fully grasp what he said, more involved with Mairshall, trying to learn as much as he can about this place and the questions he asked him.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
Shadow quietly and wearily follows the group, quickly curling up and cat napping
The group takes the comfiest bit of ground they can, quickly falling into a deep slumber. As you are resting, there appears to be no interruptions; the tunnel just being an empty gaping maw with the threat of anything possibly turning up at any moment.
For Leojym:
As you settle down and begin your meditation, you can feel something disturbing. The touch of Angharradh is weak here. Wherever it is that you have appeared, it does not appear to be in Faerûn. The mental exercises done within your mind while you rest seem to keep going back to something; the shadowy figure and the flame. The thing that you recall it tracing was a triangle with a circle within it. As you visualise it, you see the circle begin to shrink and divide, becoming three overlapping circles that form a symbol quite familiar with you. This vision seems to be etched in the front of your mind throughout your trance, regardless of what you try to imagine beyond it.
For Darkwing:
During your slumber, you get a feeling of dread. Your dreams are filled with sights of the shadows of dead trees reaching up into the sky. They block out the sun slowly but surely while you attempt to flee from their dark tendrils of branches, then you feel your wings chained and locked. Your body becomes paralyzed as the shadowy outline of the deep gnome can be glimpsed in the dark on the ground, causing you to plummet, wrapped in ethereal chains, down and down and down. You awake with a sense of unease, your breathing heavy.
For Shadow:
It is there, ahead of you. A squad of gnolls, their teeth shimmering in the moonlight as they snarl at you. They outnumber you vastly as behind them the burning ruins of your hometown can be seen, ashes of your loved ones being dispersed into the air. You have no choice but to flee. Your instincts kick in as you rush on all fours, like a scared street cat, away from the hyena men. They let out a howl as they chase you over a grassland in the darkness. You keep rushing away as you make your way as quickly as you can away from them. However, they are faster, and begin to catch up without any issues. You let out a burst of speed to get out of the way, then realise you have rushed over a cliff. Plummeting, your vision changes from looking at a ravine in a grassland to looking at a tower, flashing up into the air seemingly forever. You continue to fall towards the ground, as a dark shadow with a demonic face rushes at you, the maw of the demon face engulfs you in darkness. You then awaken...
Mairshall seems to do some work while the group is resting, those on watch see him spend some time moving some of the smaller rocks around, then takes from his pouch a piece of leather and twists it, beginning to levitate up towards the glowing moss above the water pots and begins to squeeze moisture from them, droplets falling down to replenish a small portion of the water that was consumed by the group.
For Darnell:
During your sleep, you feel yourself "waking up" in a desert during the night. The fell chill wind catches you as you notice you have nothing but some rags on you. As you look around for some shelter, the sand begins to shift, as an enormous pair of claws made of the sand reach out and grasp around you. The tips of the claws begin to sear with a burning heat, becoming sharp blades of glass as they cut into your flesh, leaving gaping burnt cuts severing around your skin as you cry out in pain. A white-hot tip of a claw slowly comes for your eyes, but you awaken before it reaches you.
For Killian:
There is a boiling within your blood. You can feel that tear of the chaotic within your very essence feeling heightened in this place. The strong pull of entropy seemingly tugs at your body, dragging you up, then left, then down again, before spinning your sense of direction completely. As you try and mentally tether yourself in this dream, a flicker of a face; a wide reptillian-like grin with hundreds of teeth looks upon you, the rest of the form wreathed in shadow as it licks its lips.
The other deep gnome seems to go into the makeshift tent, with an occasional shuffling noises coming from inside. It doesn't sound like she has gone to sleep, more that she is moving things around in there.
For Orianna:
The night brings a strange view to you. A dark cavern where the only illumination is the glow of a pool of magma in a deep pit. There is a drip... drip... drip... sound coming from the cavern ceiling as a stalagmite seems to be revealing a source of water. Feeling parched, you rush over to the spike on the roof, standing beneath it to catch the droplets of the cool liquid. Taking in the first couple of droplets, you realise it is not water; it is darker and more foamy, reminding you of the smooth taste of a mug of ale. However, the taste then turns to a horrible sour taste as you look up at the source, seeing the stalagmite looking back at you with a crimson bloodshot eye, a row of jagged teeth drooling this now disgusting fluid down on you. It hisses with a delightful glee as tendrils of stone lash out and wrap around you, pulling you slowly up towards its mouth to consume you; then you awaken.
To Mara:
You find a room of complete darkness around you. There is no illumination as you look around where you are. You feel cold stone beneath your feet, which you believe are unbooted. After a few seconds you then can see yourself in the darkness, draped in a scholar's robe, but it is crusted with dried blood. You look up from the robes to see ahead of you a pedestal, upon which appears to be a broken stone tablet. Appearing beside it is an elf, a dwarf, an orc, and a gnome. They are in similar robes to you, but theirs are not bloodied. They seem to be inspecting this tablet. Walking over to it, you can see there is something scribed onto it, but you cannot tell what. It is almost like the knowledge is rejected to you. You then see crawling up onto the top of the tablet from behind is a bug, one you know carries a nasty disease and thrives in deserts like Calimshan. The four figures look to you, their visuals nonedescript, as if you cannot decipher their faces, as the bug leaps across and latches onto your nose. You then awaken.
Around half way through the rests, the female deep gnome comes out of the tent, closing the tattered covers behind her. She wanders over to Mairshall and discusses something with him quietly in their native tongue. The female deep gnome then walks along towards the tunnel and disappears into the dark void of the tunnel.
For Simmeat:
As you are resting, you feel a familiar dread around your form. A wisp and chill covers you as you feel yourself shivering on the ground. You look around to see that the cave you are resting in is now abandoned; the tent is gone and any other resources. You look to yourself and note that you have been stripped of all possessions, clothes and all.
"YOU SEE THIS?" The voice calls in your mind. "THIS IS YOUR FATE NOW. YOU HAVE PLACED YOUR TRUST IN THAT WHICH IS NOT TRUSTWORTHY. LOOK..." You look around, the chill of the empty cavern biting at your skin. "EVEN YOUR APPARITIONS OF YOUR BELOVED FAMILY HAVE GONE. THIS TOWER TAKES EVERYTHING, AND IT WILL TAKE ALL FROM YOU SOON..." The wispy white aura flows around you. "REMEMBER THIS VIEW, FOR THIS IS YOUR FATE." There is then a dark shadow that looms behind you. Turning around, you see the dark visage of an enormous hill giant, three times the size of a normal one, as it raises it club towards you. Before it can swing it down, you awaken.
For Rumble:
Your dream takes you to a dark visage of a forest. Looking around, your bearing remind you of when you were at home, by the Sea of Fallen Stars. However, the view is in a monochromatic scale. You feel yourself running on all fours through the foliage. Looking around, you notice that you are hunting something, someone. The blank figure is rushing into a clearing as you bare down on it, your fangs biting at the form. You then see looking back at you is your own face, as a dire wolf rushes towards the back of this doppelganger. You then look back down to where you are biting, and see a snout similar to that of the wolf's. The doppelganger then raises a weapon up at you and makes a slash at you. You vision shows you instinctively retreating, blood covering your eyes, then you awaken...
As you all get up for the day, Mairshall wanders over to the tent. "I shall bring us some food." He comments, pulling the flap slightly aside and wandering inside, returning a moment later with a handful of mushrooms and a small wooden bowl with a slimy green substance in it for each person. "It is not much, but should help for now."
The party gains 150 xp for exploration (for escaping the deadwood) and 100 xp for social and roleplay (befriending the deep gnomes).
Total XP: 345.
LEVEL UP!
Dark wakes up from his long rest and meditates by himself for 30 minutes.
hit dice recovered 2
hit dice for leveling 9
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
(Just to clarify, you all benefited from an extended rest still. All spell slots, hit points, limited use, and half hit dice regained)
Orianna twists and turns until she is woken, mumbling in Infernal she isn't pleased how the day has started.
"Damn nightmares, they only get worse without anything to drink! I need to find some fast don't think I can last any longer..."
HP Increases: 8
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA