Zladark kept following Tarton stealthily, as they moved through the undergrowth. When Arti, made her appearance, Zladark smiled in her direction, nodding. Without needing his sight, he had sensed her presence and held a finger to his lips, signaling the need for silence. His heightened awareness allowed him to know exactly where she was when she was close by.
As they approached the broken part of the fallen tree, something unusual caught Zladark's attention. A strange dew-like substance stuck on his fingers after he had touch the broken tree trunk. Moving with careful precision, he lifted it slowly towards his head. Leaning in, he inhaled deeply, trying to discern its scent, hoping to understand more about this mysterious substance.
Taking the clue to be quiet given by The Black Rose, Tarton gives a friendly wave to Arti but doesn't introducing himself yet. As The Black Rose investigates the tree, Tarton keeps his eyes on their surroundings looking for any movement.
---------------------------------------------------- Let me know if you want a new Perception check for this.
While Arti does her best to find out more about the tree, the natural discomfort of fitting into a new group proves too distracting for her to pick up much beyond what she already observed. Zladark, on the other hand, notices two things immediately. The first is that the droplets on the fallen trunk do not feel like water. They are sticky and a little slimy, and when he raises them to his nose he detects a faint musty scent that he thinks he might be able to place with some reflection (e.g. a Nature roll). The second is that they follow a definite pattern. They begin to one side of the low place in the trunk where some branches are matted together, coming out from under these branches and then becoming thicker on the near side of the low place before abruptly stopping and trailing back into the line he has traced from the matted branches. There are none on the far side of the low place; that is completely dry.
Tarton, listening, hears nothing at first beyond the general swamp noises and distant croaking (which sounds like it is at least a mile off). But as he focuses more intently on the particular soundscape in the vicinity (Perception in log: 23), he realizes that he does hear something on the other side of the tree. It sounds like a much softer, almost whispered croaking; it is not regular, but modulated, and he would guess it to be coming from a spot on or beside the path anywhere from ten to a couple hundred yards away. Looking in that direction, he sees that the path is straighter for a while than it was getting to this point, but then bends inland after perhaps an eighth of a mile...maybe a little less.)
(Only if you want to ... the group has enough rations between them for several days yet, even sharing with Arti; and I'm usually fairly informal about such things anyway)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Tarton has no idea how to react to the wink from Arti so he pauses for a second totally disarmed, then he remembers how her face lit up at seeing The Black Rose. "So that's it," he says to himself. Turning to Arti and The Black Rose who are examining the fallen tree he softly whispers, "There seems to be at least one of these frog things croaking softly in an odd tone some ways down the path beyond this log. I can't tell how far though. It could be from ten to two hundred yards down the path. I think they're just off the path waiting to ambush anyone coming down the path. Have you figured out what that stuff is?"
He then turns to Arti and whispers, "I'm Tarton Fleetfoot. You must be quite talented to survive here for three weeks alone. I wouldn't want to try that. It's nice to meet you, Arti. These haunted lands you mentioned might be where we are headed ourselves, though at the moment we are trying to get rid of some humanoid frog people that have been killing the lizard folk." He feels it best to let The Black Rose introduce himself.
As he's whispering to Arti, he motions for the others to join them at the fallen tree.
------------------------------------------------ Forgot to give all the new party members a description of Tarton. You see a short lightfoot halfling male wearing leather armor and a dark brown, almost black, cloak. The hood is always up, shading his face and hiding as many of his features as he can, though you can see that his eyes are brown.
Zladark turned to Tarton and Arti, leaning in to whisper, “It’s not water. It’s sticky and a little slimy. It has a musty scent.” He sniffed at the substance again, concentrating, his brow furrowing as he tried to identify its origin.
“It also follow a pattern,” Zladark continued in a hushed voice, pointing out the trail of the substance.
Zladark then turned to Arti once more and bowed politely in front of her. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. You may call me The Black Rose,” he said, his tone soft yet deliberate. Rising from his bow, he gestured toward Tarton. “I was trying to assist my companion here in the art of scouting ahead. We are part of a larger expedition, you see.”
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Zladark or The Black Rose is a human dressed in a yellow robe in the style of traditional monks in the area. He hold a quarterstaff covered in Gnomish runes. If you have not yet figured out his lack of sight, his milky white eyes would give it away. Both his beard and hair are clean-shaven, as it is a tradition for some monk clans. He have two small sacks placed on each side of his hip.
Arti replies, saying quietly, “Well met Black Rose. However I am not from this world, so I am curious as to which monk order you are from. However I suppose we should focus on the task at hand and introduce ourselves properly later.
Arti casts Detect Magic on the substance on the fallen tree.
While waiting for The Black Rose to respond to Arti's first question to him (and giving The Black Rose time to answer Arti's other questions if he chooses to), Tarton looks at the pattern the droplets form as pointed out by The Black Rose and the matted branches they seem to come out of and return to. He is also watching The Black Rose for any affects the droplets might have on him as he has already touched and smelled them.
Tarton holds up one hand to the other group signaling them to stop approaching.
Tarton now thinks this looks like it could be a trap but has not yet done a full investigation to determine if it is truly a trap. He is waiting for The Black Rose's findings about the droplets and the results of Arti's detect magic before deciding if he needs to do anything at all. 'Maybe it's a bug's trap to catch other bugs?' He thinks to himself.
Zladark smiled warmly at Arti, clearly pleased to be asked about his past. "For now, let me tell you that my monk order is led by my father. It’s one of the great four monk sanctuaries in this area, this one located further south if you follow the river through Llandovion. You’ll find it on a hill covered in flowers, close to the river." His eyes seemed to drift, as if envisioning that distant place. "It lies along one of the local rock gnomes' travel routes… my other home."
He continued, leaning on his quarterstaff as he spoke, his voice initially soft and reverent. "You see, I only spent half of my childhood in that monastery. The rest of my time was spent traveling with the rock gnomes, learning the crafts of tinkering and alchemy. When my father learned of my whereabouts, he was quick to pull me back onto the path of a 'true monk,' but…" Zladark's expression softened, nostalgia creeping into his tone, "I never forgot my gnomish teachers. In truth, they were my foster family."
As he spoke, he became gradually louder, his enthusiasm overcoming his initial intent to remain quiet. Realizing his error, Zladark cleared his throat and lowered his voice back to a whisper. "If you want to know more, I’ll gladly share it with you another time," he added with a gentle smile. "But yes, for now… we should probably focus on the task at hand."
Zladark had returned his attention to the droplet on his fingers, furrowing his brow as he searched his mind for anything the peculiar substance might remind him of. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Arti's question.
When he finally realized she had spoken, he blinked, refocusing on her. In a soft whisper, he said, "Apologies… my mind was drifting a bit. I didn’t notice your earlier question." He offered a small, appreciative smile. "Personally, I don’t need healing at the moment, but that’s very kind of you to ask." He dipped his head in gratitude, still whispering.
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Sorry if it was me you were all waiting for. I thought I had already answered everything that was asked of me. I hope I've answered everything now; if not, let me know.
The smell of the slime carries a distinctly amphibious tinge about it to Zladark's nose; though he isn't quite sure if it reminds him more of frogs, salamanders or axolotls. Tarton 's examination of the slime trail leaves him confused until he notices that the matted branches conceal a dip in the ground. When he parts them, he sees that there is a hollow space under the trunk with clearly scuffed earth, as if something crawled through and then crawled back. And while Arti does not detect any magic from the slime, she does notice on her second examination of the tree that the bark has been disturbed just past the point the slime trail ends. It looks as if several pieces have been pulled up and then pressed down again ... but not quite level with the rest of the bark. The distinction is subtle, but now that she has seen it she is almost sure something has been tucked under those pieces and then the bark used to conceal it again.
Meanwhile, Gwrgi has shepherded the rest of the scouting group to the point where the tree is just visible, and then stopped at Tarton's signal. You're close enough that you can hear each other speaking; and of course it's up to Artifex and Zenzor whether or not they heed the halfling's warning to halt.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
After a few more moments spent analyzing the scent and texture of the sticky substance, Zladark turned to the others. In a hushed whisper, he shared his findings, "This has the smell of an amphibian. Can’t say exactly what kind, but if I had to wager… I'd put my money on one of those frog-like creatures."
Zladark paused thoughtfully, tilting his head as he examined the sticky trail. "It could maybe just be something they naturally produces when traveling over an obstacle like this. Just like a snail leaving a trail." His grip on his quarterstaff tightened, though, a clear indication that he was ready for anything lurking ahead.
Tarton picks up a small branch and turns around after examining the branches and the dip they hide and walks halfway back to Arti and The Black Rose, and stops. He then answers Arti's questions, "I wouldn't say that this is my team. A more accurate description would be that I am a fully invested member of this team. Our party hasn't yet declared a leader, though for now I would say it is Gwrgi as she has the most experience in this region from what I have seen so far. We would probably be lost like you were if not for her. But I got the feeling she has only been sent to help us get up this river. If she does leave, I would vote for The Black Rose to be our leader and if he didn't want that role then my next vote would be Artifex. I don't know the rest of the team that well yet so those are my three votes so far. We have been traveling up the river for a few days and though I don't think anyone needs healing at the moment, that will certainly change soon.
"Now how exactly... No, I need to shut up now. I'll have more questions for you after we deal with these frog people. For now both of you stand back. If this trail of slime is hiding a triggering mechanism or connected to something like that, this should either set it off or disarm it. Watch those branches for anything coming out of there. There is a way under the log hidden there I think."
Once both of them have backed away from the tree Tarton tosses the branch he is holding towards The Black Rose, landing a foot or two away from him. He then pulls out his short sword and after holding it up high, swings it down hard as if trying to cut a thick rope running between the drops of slime.
------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the description I didn't get a sense of how big the dip was under the log that the branches were hiding. Is it a small dip that cats, and other small animals would use to go under the log, or was it big enough for a human or something bigger to slide under?
If you need an attack roll: 10 in the campaign log, 8 damage.
"...her psyche was more than fractured, but a little insanity can be the perfect fuel for invention. Jinx..." Artifex pauses, frowning. "Or was her Name Powder? I'm unsure. Nevertheless, she made these remarkable little toys that went boom in the most spectacular of fashions. Something I'd quite like to replicate, but for now I'm working on some designs of my own. Simpler things of course, dice that'll win me any game, a jug that can produce a multitude of liquids, that sort of thing." They seem to have been talking for a while, and don't seem particularly interested in whether or not anyone is listening, happy to ramble to itself. Instead, their focus is on a few pieces of scrap, fashioned into a box. The device lets out a small click, then begins emitting a sound similar to the wind rustling the surrounding brush, mixed with a slight croaking noise. "Finally!" They say, holding their creation up proudly. "Not exactly camouflage, but it can't hurt."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------magical tinkering: the sound can be heard from ten feet away and is continuous
Btw dm, in our chat you mentioned an ooc gc, but I don't seem to be a part of one. Could you have forgotten to add me or have you not made one yet?
Sorry but my character sheet was acting funny so I had to delete it. I’m afraid I will have to reroll Arti and everything should be fine but I’m not sure if that is okay with you…
Zladark kept following Tarton stealthily, as they moved through the undergrowth. When Arti, made her appearance, Zladark smiled in her direction, nodding. Without needing his sight, he had sensed her presence and held a finger to his lips, signaling the need for silence. His heightened awareness allowed him to know exactly where she was when she was close by.
As they approached the broken part of the fallen tree, something unusual caught Zladark's attention. A strange dew-like substance stuck on his fingers after he had touch the broken tree trunk. Moving with careful precision, he lifted it slowly towards his head. Leaning in, he inhaled deeply, trying to discern its scent, hoping to understand more about this mysterious substance.
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Investigation: 19
Let me know if I need a perception check or nature check.
Taking the clue to be quiet given by The Black Rose, Tarton gives a friendly wave to Arti but doesn't introducing himself yet. As The Black Rose investigates the tree, Tarton keeps his eyes on their surroundings looking for any movement.
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Let me know if you want a new Perception check for this.
Arti walks up to the fallen tree and investigates
Rolled a 7+1=8 gem not my best roll
Also, Arti smiles at The Black Rose and gives Tarton a little wink
Should one of us be trying to forage for food?
While Arti does her best to find out more about the tree, the natural discomfort of fitting into a new group proves too distracting for her to pick up much beyond what she already observed. Zladark, on the other hand, notices two things immediately. The first is that the droplets on the fallen trunk do not feel like water. They are sticky and a little slimy, and when he raises them to his nose he detects a faint musty scent that he thinks he might be able to place with some reflection (e.g. a Nature roll). The second is that they follow a definite pattern. They begin to one side of the low place in the trunk where some branches are matted together, coming out from under these branches and then becoming thicker on the near side of the low place before abruptly stopping and trailing back into the line he has traced from the matted branches. There are none on the far side of the low place; that is completely dry.
Tarton, listening, hears nothing at first beyond the general swamp noises and distant croaking (which sounds like it is at least a mile off). But as he focuses more intently on the particular soundscape in the vicinity (Perception in log: 23), he realizes that he does hear something on the other side of the tree. It sounds like a much softer, almost whispered croaking; it is not regular, but modulated, and he would guess it to be coming from a spot on or beside the path anywhere from ten to a couple hundred yards away. Looking in that direction, he sees that the path is straighter for a while than it was getting to this point, but then bends inland after perhaps an eighth of a mile...maybe a little less.)
(Only if you want to ... the group has enough rations between them for several days yet, even sharing with Arti; and I'm usually fairly informal about such things anyway)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Arti rolls perception and gets a 12 +3 for 15 total
Tarton has no idea how to react to the wink from Arti so he pauses for a second totally disarmed, then he remembers how her face lit up at seeing The Black Rose. "So that's it," he says to himself. Turning to Arti and The Black Rose who are examining the fallen tree he softly whispers, "There seems to be at least one of these frog things croaking softly in an odd tone some ways down the path beyond this log. I can't tell how far though. It could be from ten to two hundred yards down the path. I think they're just off the path waiting to ambush anyone coming down the path. Have you figured out what that stuff is?"
He then turns to Arti and whispers, "I'm Tarton Fleetfoot. You must be quite talented to survive here for three weeks alone. I wouldn't want to try that. It's nice to meet you, Arti. These haunted lands you mentioned might be where we are headed ourselves, though at the moment we are trying to get rid of some humanoid frog people that have been killing the lizard folk." He feels it best to let The Black Rose introduce himself.
As he's whispering to Arti, he motions for the others to join them at the fallen tree.
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Forgot to give all the new party members a description of Tarton. You see a short lightfoot halfling male wearing leather armor and a dark brown, almost black, cloak. The hood is always up, shading his face and hiding as many of his features as he can, though you can see that his eyes are brown.
Zladark turned to Tarton and Arti, leaning in to whisper, “It’s not water. It’s sticky and a little slimy. It has a musty scent.” He sniffed at the substance again, concentrating, his brow furrowing as he tried to identify its origin.
“It also follow a pattern,” Zladark continued in a hushed voice, pointing out the trail of the substance.
Zladark then turned to Arti once more and bowed politely in front of her. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. You may call me The Black Rose,” he said, his tone soft yet deliberate. Rising from his bow, he gestured toward Tarton. “I was trying to assist my companion here in the art of scouting ahead. We are part of a larger expedition, you see.”
—————————
Zladark or The Black Rose is a human dressed in a yellow robe in the style of traditional monks in the area. He hold a quarterstaff covered in Gnomish runes. If you have not yet figured out his lack of sight, his milky white eyes would give it away. Both his beard and hair are clean-shaven, as it is a tradition for some monk clans. He have two small sacks placed on each side of his hip.
Nature check: 11
Arti replies, saying quietly, “Well met Black Rose. However I am not from this world, so I am curious as to which monk order you are from. However I suppose we should focus on the task at hand and introduce ourselves properly later.
Arti casts Detect Magic on the substance on the fallen tree.
Arti also asks “How long have you been out here, Tarton? You and your team? Does anyone need healing?”
While waiting for The Black Rose to respond to Arti's first question to him (and giving The Black Rose time to answer Arti's other questions if he chooses to), Tarton looks at the pattern the droplets form as pointed out by The Black Rose and the matted branches they seem to come out of and return to. He is also watching The Black Rose for any affects the droplets might have on him as he has already touched and smelled them.
Tarton holds up one hand to the other group signaling them to stop approaching.
Tarton now thinks this looks like it could be a trap but has not yet done a full investigation to determine if it is truly a trap. He is waiting for The Black Rose's findings about the droplets and the results of Arti's detect magic before deciding if he needs to do anything at all. 'Maybe it's a bug's trap to catch other bugs?' He thinks to himself.
Zladark smiled warmly at Arti, clearly pleased to be asked about his past. "For now, let me tell you that my monk order is led by my father. It’s one of the great four monk sanctuaries in this area, this one located further south if you follow the river through Llandovion. You’ll find it on a hill covered in flowers, close to the river." His eyes seemed to drift, as if envisioning that distant place. "It lies along one of the local rock gnomes' travel routes… my other home."
He continued, leaning on his quarterstaff as he spoke, his voice initially soft and reverent. "You see, I only spent half of my childhood in that monastery. The rest of my time was spent traveling with the rock gnomes, learning the crafts of tinkering and alchemy. When my father learned of my whereabouts, he was quick to pull me back onto the path of a 'true monk,' but…" Zladark's expression softened, nostalgia creeping into his tone, "I never forgot my gnomish teachers. In truth, they were my foster family."
As he spoke, he became gradually louder, his enthusiasm overcoming his initial intent to remain quiet. Realizing his error, Zladark cleared his throat and lowered his voice back to a whisper. "If you want to know more, I’ll gladly share it with you another time," he added with a gentle smile. "But yes, for now… we should probably focus on the task at hand."
Zladark had returned his attention to the droplet on his fingers, furrowing his brow as he searched his mind for anything the peculiar substance might remind him of. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Arti's question.
When he finally realized she had spoken, he blinked, refocusing on her. In a soft whisper, he said, "Apologies… my mind was drifting a bit. I didn’t notice your earlier question." He offered a small, appreciative smile. "Personally, I don’t need healing at the moment, but that’s very kind of you to ask." He dipped his head in gratitude, still whispering.
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Sorry if it was me you were all waiting for. I thought I had already answered everything that was asked of me. I hope I've answered everything now; if not, let me know.
Arti walks up to the tree and takes a second look.
Rolled investigation 19 was result
The smell of the slime carries a distinctly amphibious tinge about it to Zladark's nose; though he isn't quite sure if it reminds him more of frogs, salamanders or axolotls. Tarton 's examination of the slime trail leaves him confused until he notices that the matted branches conceal a dip in the ground. When he parts them, he sees that there is a hollow space under the trunk with clearly scuffed earth, as if something crawled through and then crawled back. And while Arti does not detect any magic from the slime, she does notice on her second examination of the tree that the bark has been disturbed just past the point the slime trail ends. It looks as if several pieces have been pulled up and then pressed down again ... but not quite level with the rest of the bark. The distinction is subtle, but now that she has seen it she is almost sure something has been tucked under those pieces and then the bark used to conceal it again.
Meanwhile, Gwrgi has shepherded the rest of the scouting group to the point where the tree is just visible, and then stopped at Tarton's signal. You're close enough that you can hear each other speaking; and of course it's up to Artifex and Zenzor whether or not they heed the halfling's warning to halt.
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
After a few more moments spent analyzing the scent and texture of the sticky substance, Zladark turned to the others. In a hushed whisper, he shared his findings, "This has the smell of an amphibian. Can’t say exactly what kind, but if I had to wager… I'd put my money on one of those frog-like creatures."
Zladark paused thoughtfully, tilting his head as he examined the sticky trail. "It could maybe just be something they naturally produces when traveling over an obstacle like this. Just like a snail leaving a trail." His grip on his quarterstaff tightened, though, a clear indication that he was ready for anything lurking ahead.
Tarton picks up a small branch and turns around after examining the branches and the dip they hide and walks halfway back to Arti and The Black Rose, and stops. He then answers Arti's questions, "I wouldn't say that this is my team. A more accurate description would be that I am a fully invested member of this team. Our party hasn't yet declared a leader, though for now I would say it is Gwrgi as she has the most experience in this region from what I have seen so far. We would probably be lost like you were if not for her. But I got the feeling she has only been sent to help us get up this river. If she does leave, I would vote for The Black Rose to be our leader and if he didn't want that role then my next vote would be Artifex. I don't know the rest of the team that well yet so those are my three votes so far. We have been traveling up the river for a few days and though I don't think anyone needs healing at the moment, that will certainly change soon.
"Now how exactly... No, I need to shut up now. I'll have more questions for you after we deal with these frog people. For now both of you stand back. If this trail of slime is hiding a triggering mechanism or connected to something like that, this should either set it off or disarm it. Watch those branches for anything coming out of there. There is a way under the log hidden there I think."
Once both of them have backed away from the tree Tarton tosses the branch he is holding towards The Black Rose, landing a foot or two away from him. He then pulls out his short sword and after holding it up high, swings it down hard as if trying to cut a thick rope running between the drops of slime.
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From the description I didn't get a sense of how big the dip was under the log that the branches were hiding. Is it a small dip that cats, and other small animals would use to go under the log, or was it big enough for a human or something bigger to slide under?
If you need an attack roll: 10 in the campaign log, 8 damage.
"...her psyche was more than fractured, but a little insanity can be the perfect fuel for invention. Jinx..." Artifex pauses, frowning. "Or was her Name Powder? I'm unsure. Nevertheless, she made these remarkable little toys that went boom in the most spectacular of fashions. Something I'd quite like to replicate, but for now I'm working on some designs of my own. Simpler things of course, dice that'll win me any game, a jug that can produce a multitude of liquids, that sort of thing." They seem to have been talking for a while, and don't seem particularly interested in whether or not anyone is listening, happy to ramble to itself. Instead, their focus is on a few pieces of scrap, fashioned into a box. The device lets out a small click, then begins emitting a sound similar to the wind rustling the surrounding brush, mixed with a slight croaking noise. "Finally!" They say, holding their creation up proudly. "Not exactly camouflage, but it can't hurt."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------magical tinkering: the sound can be heard from ten feet away and is continuous
Btw dm, in our chat you mentioned an ooc gc, but I don't seem to be a part of one. Could you have forgotten to add me or have you not made one yet?
Sorry but my character sheet was acting funny so I had to delete it. I’m afraid I will have to reroll Arti and everything should be fine but I’m not sure if that is okay with you…
Rerolled my character.
13str 8dex 16con 10int 16wis 12cha.
Same character name: Arti Stonebeard; and same background and backstory. And same spells I hope.