Being at the Elfsong sounded like a fun idea at first, and Amaris was glad to have a chance to go out with her companions in a manner that didn't involve obvious risk of injury or death, but being at the Elfsong has left her feeling a little overstimulated. She spaces out a bit at the bar, momentarily wishing she was back at the Nook curled up with a good book, but she takes a deep breath and calls forth her familiar, Missy the Siamese cat, from her pocket dimension and into her lap. Amaris strokes her fur for a bit and gets grounded in reality again around the time where Cammy and Erevan are talking about potential jobs.
"Oh, uh, the ruins exploration sounds interesting! We may learn or find something lost to the ages. I'm not much of a healer. And Umber Hulks? No thank you, those things are creepy as all get-out. I'd rather go ruin-diving. But if I get outvoted, oh well."
- Okay! So healing and ruins it is! - Cammy says, quickly returning to the board and grabbing those two adds. They didn't want anyone else asking for the jobs they were interested in, right?
When she returns, and seeing that Amaris has summoned her familiar, she crumples one of the papers into a ball and pushes it towards Missy to hopefully make her play a little.
- I'm curious about Nan's guest. I wonder if they'll be staying for long.
"That settles it then, good," says Erevan as the group agrees on which quest to take. "Your knowledge will surely come in handy for exploring those ruins, Amaris," he nods to the wizard. "It will also be useful if the sewer-dwellers' request turns out to be less than genuine and has harmful intentions towards our Cammy."
The elf takes another sip from his cup while listening to the bard's song. "But before heading towards the sewers, let's enjoy the evening a bit more."
Erevan smiles as Caemlyn attempts to play with Missy.
Missy obliges Cammy and bats around the paper ball like it were a mouse. Amaris grins. "Oh, silly girl!" She murmurs as she strokes Missy's fur.
"Sorry if I seem weird right now, or anything like that. I kind of spaced out. This place was more crowded and loud than I anticipated. Made me nervous. But I'm better now, and it's still nice to be out, I guess,"Amaris shrugs. "I just get overstimulated sometimes, you know? Back at Candlekeep it was always so... quiet. I used to hate it. Now I think I miss it."
Erevan nods. "I think I understand what you're saying. I do miss, from time to time, the quiet nights in the forest and having only the stars above me as a ceiling" The elf takes another small sip of wine as he continues in a more serious tone "But our paths usually take us where we are needed most." The elf changes almost immediately in tone as he adds, "And tonight, especially after our recent adventure, we all need a bit of relaxation and fun."
- "The stars above as a ceiling" - Caemlyn repeats, with a dreamy look in her eyes - Doesn't that sound amazing? We should do that some time...!
Then looking at Amaris she adds:
- In any case, dear, if you ever feel that again just tell us. We could go somewhere else! There are quieter taverns. Or we could always take the food away and eat it outside. The view of the Gate under the moonlight, when the streets are almost empty, can also be charming!
A halfling server with a shining smile takes your orders when you arrived and sat, then quickly returns. The Elfsong has all the libations you could possibly imagine. Rare wines of Amn, the southern state, to the ales of Cormyr -- all drinks eventually show up at the Elfsong. For dinner, they have seafood dishes as the fish market must have had a great fresh haul. If that's too salty for you, there's always the goose eggs, toast, and similar breakfast sort.
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Amaris blushes a bit at her companions' assurances - her bluish cheeks take on a slight violet hue. "I'm fine, really! We can just stay here. Besides, they've got quipper and chips on the menu tonight. I'm not missing that!"
"By the way, Erevan..." Amaris starts, taking a sip of her drink before continuing. "Why did you leave the forest to come to Baldur's Gate? It's pretty much the exact opposite of what you seem comfortable with. Do you feel like you're needed here, like you said? About paths and what not?"
"We should do that indeed, Caemlyn. Nothing compares to that; you can take my word for it." says a smiling Erevan in reply to Caemlyn's wish to experience the forest during the night.
"As you know, Amaris, Nan was an old friend of my father, and after his passing, I stayed with her for several years, helping as much as I could while refining what I was taught." replies Erevan, taking a small bite of a roasted vegetable from his plate. "After that, I returned to Evermeet, and I stayed mostly there for the good part of the past thirty years. I do love everything of Evermeet: the tall trees that make you feel young, small and yet, in harmony with the whole world, the crystal-clear rivers, the songs of the birds." Erevan speaks with passion about his homeland "I would love to show that beauty to my two adopted sisters" he gestures with a smile to Caemlyn and Amaris "And hopefully one day, I will. But I digress Amaris. My apologies. Yes, I do feel that I'm needed here. To do what, I do not know yet, but I know that it is for the good of Evermeet."
"I'm ready, when you are, to meet our friends in the sewers." says Erevan after a while.
Caemlyn listens to Erevan with a smile, as the images that appear in her mind as he is describing Evermeet are truly a wonder she would very much like to experience. But at the same time she feels a little sad. Looking back at her past, she just can't seem to find happy memories to recall. Having grown mostly alone in the streets and with no family, her childhood had been more of a struggle than anything else. Her mind wanders off for a moment, and doesn't seem to come back again until the elf mentions going to the sewers. No use in living in the past, and now she does have a family. Of sorts, right?
- Yeah... yeah, let's go and see if we can be of help.
She finishes up her dinner, complimenting the chef when the halfling comes back again to get their empty dishes, and looks at the rest:
You venture round back of the Elfsong after paying the bill. With two jobs in your pocket, you feel certain you won't end this night in the red, at least. You rested for a little over an hour inside the tavern, and you find the streets are still busy as ever. Things don't quite slow down here in the Gate until it's quite late... And even so, there is an evening crowd that crawls through the pubs, patriars, the unemployed, and adventurers usually.
As you approach the sewer grate that separates you from the world of stink, you hear a loud "PST!" Coming from a barrel nearby. A young half-elven woman peeks out from behind them, her attire betraying her status as someone who likely lives hand to mouth and could probably use a proper bath.
She eyes you all cautiously as she asks, "You here about the job? The, uh, healers...?"
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As the group exits the Elfsong and walks towards the meeting point, Erevan's posture and stance change. The transformation from someone enjoying a night out with his friends to hunter and protector is immediate. One hand rests very close to the hilt of his sword, ready to draw steel if necessary, his eyes taking careful note of their surroundings.
He is not surprised by the young woman's sudden appearance, as the sewer stench gave her away long before she made herself visibile. "Would you mind providing us with more information? Your note, assuming that it was you that attached it, was a bit scarce on details." replies Erevan as he give her a thorough look [Tooltip Not Found] for signs of hidden weapons on the woman while also trying to determine if other people are hiding within this alley.
- We can heal, yes. Well, depending on what's ailing the person. If it's a serious illness instead of an open wound, I may be not able to do a lot. But first things first: what has happened? Where is the person in need of healing?
Caemlyn looked at the sewer grate and frowned. Would they need to enter the sewers, just when they had dressed for a nice evening? She didn't want to make another pile of stinking clothes again. Ah, well.
(My perception roll is not good: 7. Passive: 13. I'll also be rolling an insight to try to read her body language, just to check if she means any kind of trouble towards us: 11).
Amaris is clearly not too happy to be back in a smelly environment. "I regret agreeing that we should come here," she states out loud, clamping her nose with her index finger and thumb. It doesn't help much.
"Well, they can heal, I'm a lot more... explosive. No, that's not a good word, I... never mind. Let's just heal whoever needs healing and get the Hells out of here, yeah?"
Amaris' eyes shift about warily - Perception: 6. Too distracted by the stinky.
[Perception for 10+: You see more that this young woman is nervous, she seems nervous that you've even come here, but she is alone. She has a pair of daggers you see somewhat tucked into her belt, but otherwise she probably barely knows how to use them. A last resort if anything.]
"Explo- well, I mean, you can come too. I just, okay, so... We need healers. Badly. A lot of us got hurt in a raid, and-" She speaks in rapidfire, but tries to calm down.
[Caemlyn, the read you get on her is she is probably scared of you all, which all makes sense as she continues.]
"Sorry, eh... Okay, so... I'm...a... you know.." She coughs, and in a small voice whispers: "... a wererat."
(Pic I didn't get to post earlier:)
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Sensing how nervous this young woman is, Caemlyn rises her hands in a calming manner and says:
- Ok, ok. Calm down. We'll help. But tell me, a raid against what? Thugs? Did it happen here in the city, or was it outside? Goblins perhaps? - as she's asking all that, the cleric is trying to imagine what kind of injuries they are going to see.
Then, when she mentions she's a wererat she just shuts down for a split second, showing complete surprise and mouth forming an almost perfectly rounded "O" shape:
- Oh! A wererat... oh? - she looks for a moment at the moon, wondering - ...uh... tell me this isn't one of the nights where you are going to transform?
"N-No! It's not, and, uh, I'm not a bad guy or anything... There were exterminators sent by the city... But we don't bother anybody. I'm part of a small community of wererats. We live in the sewers and mind our own business. We don't do anything bad, honest. Well... We steal food, but that's barely a crime."
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At the mention of this group of people needing to steal food to survive, Caemlyn feels a wave of compassion towards them. She shares a look with the woman that seems to say that she understands completely, and says:
- You are right. Stealing food is not such a crime. No one should need to steal in order to not starve but this city is ruthless in this and other regards. Believe me, I've been there myself. What's your name, dear? Mine is Caemlyn. As I said, we'll help, but please tell me: what was you fought that left your companions so wounded? You look fine to me, did you skip this fight somehow?
(Leaving another insight check for whatever she replies: 17)
As the girl reveals herself to be a wererat, Erevan swiftly takes a step forward. He doesn't block the line of sight to the girl, but positions himself to intercept any potential assault on Camelyn or Amaris. His stance is not by any means aggressive, but his hand rests on the pommel of his sword, ready to defend the rest of the group if necessary.
"What kind of help do you require? If you can steal food, it wouldn't be too difficult for your group to acquire potions of healing or similar ointments." says the elf to the girl. "Would you mind explaining to us what exactly happened and what you require from us?"
At the mention of this group of people needing to steal food to survive, Caemlyn feels a wave of compassion towards them. She shares a look with the woman that seems to say that she understands completely, and says:
- You are right. Stealing food is not such a crime. No one should need to steal in order to not starve but this city is ruthless in this and other regards. Believe me, I've been there myself. What's your name, dear? Mine is Caemlyn. As I said, we'll help, but please tell me: what was you fought that left your companions so wounded? You look fine to me, did you skip this fight somehow?
(Leaving another insight check for whatever she replies: 17)
"My name is Svenya, miss." Svenya cautiously looks around as if giving away her name might conjure a Fist. "Just Svenya."
"Exterminators, Miss Caemlyn," the young girl addresses you respectfully. [Insight Check: the girl eases up a bit despite Erevan's posture. She doesn't seem to be lying either.] "The Fists have a special division for weres, I guess. But its not like we're werewolves... We don't go about ripping people up and eating them or whatever wolves do..."
[Free knowledge, no roll needed: The Flaming Fist indeed has an extermination unit. Weres are treated like pests, so there is typically no mercy given to any discovered were-creature colony.]
[Arcana or History DC 14 to know what wererats are best known for, if curious. Its in the spoiler if you succeed and your character knows this too. You guys can peek if you fail, just know your character doesn't know this info and cannot act on it.]
Wererats as a colony, which this sounds very much like a colony, function similarly to a thieves' guild. They are typically sly and prefer working in the shadows. If they must interact go on the offensive, they prefer to be the ones doing the ambushing.
As the girl reveals herself to be a wererat, Erevan swiftly takes a step forward. He doesn't block the line of sight to the girl, but positions himself to intercept any potential assault on Camelyn or Amaris. His stance is not by any means aggressive, but his hand rests on the pommel of his sword, ready to defend the rest of the group if necessary.
"What kind of help do you require? If you can steal food, it wouldn't be too difficult for your group to acquire potions of healing or similar ointments." says the elf to the girl. "Would you mind explaining to us what exactly happened and what you require from us?"
"Some of the wounds are... bad. Real bad." Svenya gulps. "I... I... Well... I'm the only one really able to move about right now. I could try to steal something like that, but... stealing from a store run by crazy wizards or vindictive rich merchants will probably just get us in even more trouble."
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Being at the Elfsong sounded like a fun idea at first, and Amaris was glad to have a chance to go out with her companions in a manner that didn't involve obvious risk of injury or death, but being at the Elfsong has left her feeling a little overstimulated. She spaces out a bit at the bar, momentarily wishing she was back at the Nook curled up with a good book, but she takes a deep breath and calls forth her familiar, Missy the Siamese cat, from her pocket dimension and into her lap. Amaris strokes her fur for a bit and gets grounded in reality again around the time where Cammy and Erevan are talking about potential jobs.
"Oh, uh, the ruins exploration sounds interesting! We may learn or find something lost to the ages. I'm not much of a healer. And Umber Hulks? No thank you, those things are creepy as all get-out. I'd rather go ruin-diving. But if I get outvoted, oh well."
- Okay! So healing and ruins it is! - Cammy says, quickly returning to the board and grabbing those two adds. They didn't want anyone else asking for the jobs they were interested in, right?
When she returns, and seeing that Amaris has summoned her familiar, she crumples one of the papers into a ball and pushes it towards Missy to hopefully make her play a little.
- I'm curious about Nan's guest. I wonder if they'll be staying for long.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
"That settles it then, good," says Erevan as the group agrees on which quest to take. "Your knowledge will surely come in handy for exploring those ruins, Amaris," he nods to the wizard. "It will also be useful if the sewer-dwellers' request turns out to be less than genuine and has harmful intentions towards our Cammy."
The elf takes another sip from his cup while listening to the bard's song. "But before heading towards the sewers, let's enjoy the evening a bit more."
Erevan smiles as Caemlyn attempts to play with Missy.
Missy obliges Cammy and bats around the paper ball like it were a mouse. Amaris grins. "Oh, silly girl!" She murmurs as she strokes Missy's fur.
"Sorry if I seem weird right now, or anything like that. I kind of spaced out. This place was more crowded and loud than I anticipated. Made me nervous. But I'm better now, and it's still nice to be out, I guess," Amaris shrugs. "I just get overstimulated sometimes, you know? Back at Candlekeep it was always so... quiet. I used to hate it. Now I think I miss it."
Erevan nods. "I think I understand what you're saying. I do miss, from time to time, the quiet nights in the forest and having only the stars above me as a ceiling" The elf takes another small sip of wine as he continues in a more serious tone "But our paths usually take us where we are needed most."
The elf changes almost immediately in tone as he adds, "And tonight, especially after our recent adventure, we all need a bit of relaxation and fun."
- "The stars above as a ceiling" - Caemlyn repeats, with a dreamy look in her eyes - Doesn't that sound amazing? We should do that some time...!
Then looking at Amaris she adds:
- In any case, dear, if you ever feel that again just tell us. We could go somewhere else! There are quieter taverns. Or we could always take the food away and eat it outside. The view of the Gate under the moonlight, when the streets are almost empty, can also be charming!
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
A halfling server with a shining smile takes your orders when you arrived and sat, then quickly returns. The Elfsong has all the libations you could possibly imagine. Rare wines of Amn, the southern state, to the ales of Cormyr -- all drinks eventually show up at the Elfsong. For dinner, they have seafood dishes as the fish market must have had a great fresh haul. If that's too salty for you, there's always the goose eggs, toast, and similar breakfast sort.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Amaris blushes a bit at her companions' assurances - her bluish cheeks take on a slight violet hue. "I'm fine, really! We can just stay here. Besides, they've got quipper and chips on the menu tonight. I'm not missing that!"
"By the way, Erevan..." Amaris starts, taking a sip of her drink before continuing. "Why did you leave the forest to come to Baldur's Gate? It's pretty much the exact opposite of what you seem comfortable with. Do you feel like you're needed here, like you said? About paths and what not?"
"We should do that indeed, Caemlyn. Nothing compares to that; you can take my word for it." says a smiling Erevan in reply to Caemlyn's wish to experience the forest during the night.
"As you know, Amaris, Nan was an old friend of my father, and after his passing, I stayed with her for several years, helping as much as I could while refining what I was taught." replies Erevan, taking a small bite of a roasted vegetable from his plate. "After that, I returned to Evermeet, and I stayed mostly there for the good part of the past thirty years. I do love everything of Evermeet: the tall trees that make you feel young, small and yet, in harmony with the whole world, the crystal-clear rivers, the songs of the birds." Erevan speaks with passion about his homeland "I would love to show that beauty to my two adopted sisters" he gestures with a smile to Caemlyn and Amaris "And hopefully one day, I will. But I digress Amaris. My apologies. Yes, I do feel that I'm needed here. To do what, I do not know yet, but I know that it is for the good of Evermeet."
"I'm ready, when you are, to meet our friends in the sewers." says Erevan after a while.
Caemlyn listens to Erevan with a smile, as the images that appear in her mind as he is describing Evermeet are truly a wonder she would very much like to experience. But at the same time she feels a little sad. Looking back at her past, she just can't seem to find happy memories to recall. Having grown mostly alone in the streets and with no family, her childhood had been more of a struggle than anything else. Her mind wanders off for a moment, and doesn't seem to come back again until the elf mentions going to the sewers. No use in living in the past, and now she does have a family. Of sorts, right?
- Yeah... yeah, let's go and see if we can be of help.
She finishes up her dinner, complimenting the chef when the halfling comes back again to get their empty dishes, and looks at the rest:
- Shall we, then?
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
You venture round back of the Elfsong after paying the bill. With two jobs in your pocket, you feel certain you won't end this night in the red, at least. You rested for a little over an hour inside the tavern, and you find the streets are still busy as ever. Things don't quite slow down here in the Gate until it's quite late... And even so, there is an evening crowd that crawls through the pubs, patriars, the unemployed, and adventurers usually.
As you approach the sewer grate that separates you from the world of stink, you hear a loud "PST!" Coming from a barrel nearby. A young half-elven woman peeks out from behind them, her attire betraying her status as someone who likely lives hand to mouth and could probably use a proper bath.
She eyes you all cautiously as she asks, "You here about the job? The, uh, healers...?"
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
As the group exits the Elfsong and walks towards the meeting point, Erevan's posture and stance change. The transformation from someone enjoying a night out with his friends to hunter and protector is immediate. One hand rests very close to the hilt of his sword, ready to draw steel if necessary, his eyes taking careful note of their surroundings.
He is not surprised by the young woman's sudden appearance, as the sewer stench gave her away long before she made herself visibile.
"Would you mind providing us with more information? Your note, assuming that it was you that attached it, was a bit scarce on details." replies Erevan as he give her a thorough look [Tooltip Not Found] for signs of hidden weapons on the woman while also trying to determine if other people are hiding within this alley.
Perception 8
- We can heal, yes. Well, depending on what's ailing the person. If it's a serious illness instead of an open wound, I may be not able to do a lot. But first things first: what has happened? Where is the person in need of healing?
Caemlyn looked at the sewer grate and frowned. Would they need to enter the sewers, just when they had dressed for a nice evening? She didn't want to make another pile of stinking clothes again. Ah, well.
(My perception roll is not good: 7. Passive: 13. I'll also be rolling an insight to try to read her body language, just to check if she means any kind of trouble towards us: 11).
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Amaris is clearly not too happy to be back in a smelly environment. "I regret agreeing that we should come here," she states out loud, clamping her nose with her index finger and thumb. It doesn't help much.
"Well, they can heal, I'm a lot more... explosive. No, that's not a good word, I... never mind. Let's just heal whoever needs healing and get the Hells out of here, yeah?"
Amaris' eyes shift about warily - Perception: 6. Too distracted by the stinky.
[Perception for 10+: You see more that this young woman is nervous, she seems nervous that you've even come here, but she is alone. She has a pair of daggers you see somewhat tucked into her belt, but otherwise she probably barely knows how to use them. A last resort if anything.]
"Explo- well, I mean, you can come too. I just, okay, so... We need healers. Badly. A lot of us got hurt in a raid, and-" She speaks in rapidfire, but tries to calm down.
[Caemlyn, the read you get on her is she is probably scared of you all, which all makes sense as she continues.]
"Sorry, eh... Okay, so... I'm...a... you know.." She coughs, and in a small voice whispers: "... a wererat."
(Pic I didn't get to post earlier:)
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Sensing how nervous this young woman is, Caemlyn rises her hands in a calming manner and says:
- Ok, ok. Calm down. We'll help. But tell me, a raid against what? Thugs? Did it happen here in the city, or was it outside? Goblins perhaps? - as she's asking all that, the cleric is trying to imagine what kind of injuries they are going to see.
Then, when she mentions she's a wererat she just shuts down for a split second, showing complete surprise and mouth forming an almost perfectly rounded "O" shape:
- Oh! A wererat... oh? - she looks for a moment at the moon, wondering - ...uh... tell me this isn't one of the nights where you are going to transform?
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
"N-No! It's not, and, uh, I'm not a bad guy or anything... There were exterminators sent by the city... But we don't bother anybody. I'm part of a small community of wererats. We live in the sewers and mind our own business. We don't do anything bad, honest. Well... We steal food, but that's barely a crime."
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Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
At the mention of this group of people needing to steal food to survive, Caemlyn feels a wave of compassion towards them. She shares a look with the woman that seems to say that she understands completely, and says:
- You are right. Stealing food is not such a crime. No one should need to steal in order to not starve but this city is ruthless in this and other regards. Believe me, I've been there myself. What's your name, dear? Mine is Caemlyn. As I said, we'll help, but please tell me: what was you fought that left your companions so wounded? You look fine to me, did you skip this fight somehow?
(Leaving another insight check for whatever she replies: 17)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
As the girl reveals herself to be a wererat, Erevan swiftly takes a step forward. He doesn't block the line of sight to the girl, but positions himself to intercept any potential assault on Camelyn or Amaris. His stance is not by any means aggressive, but his hand rests on the pommel of his sword, ready to defend the rest of the group if necessary.
"What kind of help do you require? If you can steal food, it wouldn't be too difficult for your group to acquire potions of healing or similar ointments." says the elf to the girl. "Would you mind explaining to us what exactly happened and what you require from us?"
"My name is Svenya, miss." Svenya cautiously looks around as if giving away her name might conjure a Fist. "Just Svenya."
"Exterminators, Miss Caemlyn," the young girl addresses you respectfully. [Insight Check: the girl eases up a bit despite Erevan's posture. She doesn't seem to be lying either.] "The Fists have a special division for weres, I guess. But its not like we're werewolves... We don't go about ripping people up and eating them or whatever wolves do..."
[Free knowledge, no roll needed: The Flaming Fist indeed has an extermination unit. Weres are treated like pests, so there is typically no mercy given to any discovered were-creature colony.]
[Arcana or History DC 14 to know what wererats are best known for, if curious. Its in the spoiler if you succeed and your character knows this too. You guys can peek if you fail, just know your character doesn't know this info and cannot act on it.]
Wererats as a colony, which this sounds very much like a colony, function similarly to a thieves' guild. They are typically sly and prefer working in the shadows. If they must interact go on the offensive, they prefer to be the ones doing the ambushing.
"Some of the wounds are... bad. Real bad." Svenya gulps. "I... I... Well... I'm the only one really able to move about right now. I could try to steal something like that, but... stealing from a store run by crazy wizards or vindictive rich merchants will probably just get us in even more trouble."
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status