The front room of the inn with Khessa, Theldrin, and Coriana is well guarded, and you get a full night of rest pretty much uninterrupted. Apart from of course the drunk patrons exiting the inn and a few minor squabbles out on the steet.
Xanrym, Avery, and Syllen however get quite a show in the alley. The two groups line up on either side of the dark alley, and you see that one of the drow of House Dusklorn steps forward with her Shortsword drawn and says something snapping in Undercommon (not sure if any of you understand the language). The crazed derro leading the motley crew of monstrous humanoid Inheritors smiles at the challenge and motions for his group to part, revealing at the back of the laneway behind them a person dressed head to toe in blue plate armour. The knight steps forward, brandishing a two handed sword in its hands, and slowly advances toward the drow. The drow whisper in Undercommon, and their challenger flinches as the knight stands in front of her.
After a moment the drow nods in determination and rushes forward, landing a blow on the knight, causing them to stumble back and heavily fall against the wall, swinging their sword wildly. The fight goes on like this, with the drow keeping constant pressure on the knight who scrambles wildly, constantly on the back foot, almost uncomfortable in their armour and certainly not confidant with the sword. The drow shoots a wild smirk back at her crew as she goes to make the final blow into the knights plate helmet. But as she does so the knight flinches and falls back, the sword accidentally comes up at a weird angle, and the drow warrior is impaled on the sword. The alley falls silent for a moment as the drow’s last breath comes out in a wheeze.
Theldrin follows his usual routine, up early studying his spellbook. He sits crosslegged on his bed roll as the dim light of dawn creeps through the front window, Dusk in his lap.
Xanrym, Avery, and Syllen however get quite a show in the alley. The two groups line up on either side of the dark alley, and you see that one of the drow of House Dusklorn steps forward with her Shortsword drawn and says something snapping in Undercommon (not sure if any of you understand the language).
Xanrym realizes his mistake. He touches one of his books and casts Comprehend Languages using a level 1 slot so that he can understand anything else that these strange folk say...
Khessa also has her own morning routine, which consists of a combination of exercise alternating with reflection and study of her spellbook, whose cover is decorated with spiderweb patterns. Overall, her routine seems less organized and regular than Theldrin's, often incorporating improvised exercises, spontaneous ideas, or experiments with mixed tactics of steel and magic, but it is carried out with energy and enthusiasm!
Her bat-like familiar never takes his eyes off her, its small eyes seeming to follow her affectionately. "What do you say, Anator, am I improving?" the blond arcane warrior smiles at him, leaning closer and gently scratching his fur. "The drow will soon understand that there is a difference between oppressing defenseless people who have always cared only about cultivating the land and raising a loving family, and fighting those who have been forced to learn to defend themselves."
The tall adventuress kisses him into the safety of his pocket dimension, then dons the shining armor that, for most days, becomes like a second skin to her, slings the scabbards of her imposing weapons, including the new magical Greatsword she recently managed to purchase in the city of Grayhawk - and she's ready.
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The front room of the inn with Khessa, Theldrin, and Coriana is well guarded, and you get a full night of rest pretty much uninterrupted. Apart from of course the drunk patrons exiting the inn and a few minor squabbles out on the steet.
Xanrym, Avery, and Syllen however get quite a show in the alley. The two groups line up on either side of the dark alley, and you see that one of the drow of House Dusklorn steps forward with her Shortsword drawn and says something snapping in Undercommon (not sure if any of you understand the language). The crazed derro leading the motley crew of monstrous humanoid Inheritors smiles at the challenge and motions for his group to part, revealing at the back of the laneway behind them a person dressed head to toe in blue plate armour. The knight steps forward, brandishing a two handed sword in its hands, and slowly advances toward the drow. The drow whisper in Undercommon, and their challenger flinches as the knight stands in front of her.
After a moment the drow nods in determination and rushes forward, landing a blow on the knight, causing them to stumble back and heavily fall against the wall, swinging their sword wildly. The fight goes on like this, with the drow keeping constant pressure on the knight who scrambles wildly, constantly on the back foot, almost uncomfortable in their armour and certainly not confidant with the sword. The drow shoots a wild smirk back at her crew as she goes to make the final blow into the knights plate helmet. But as she does so the knight flinches and falls back, the sword accidentally comes up at a weird angle, and the drow warrior is impaled on the sword. The alley falls silent for a moment as the drow’s last breath comes out in a wheeze.
Theldrin follows his usual routine, up early studying his spellbook. He sits crosslegged on his bed roll as the dim light of dawn creeps through the front window, Dusk in his lap.
Coriana is, unusually, awake early, as she was not up late drinking and shmoozing. The crowds here aren't matching her vibe.
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Xanrym realizes his mistake. He touches one of his books and casts Comprehend Languages using a level 1 slot so that he can understand anything else that these strange folk say...
Khessa also has her own morning routine, which consists of a combination of exercise alternating with reflection and study of her spellbook, whose cover is decorated with spiderweb patterns. Overall, her routine seems less organized and regular than Theldrin's, often incorporating improvised exercises, spontaneous ideas, or experiments with mixed tactics of steel and magic, but it is carried out with energy and enthusiasm!
Her bat-like familiar never takes his eyes off her, its small eyes seeming to follow her affectionately. "What do you say, Anator, am I improving?" the blond arcane warrior smiles at him, leaning closer and gently scratching his fur. "The drow will soon understand that there is a difference between oppressing defenseless people who have always cared only about cultivating the land and raising a loving family, and fighting those who have been forced to learn to defend themselves."
The tall adventuress kisses him into the safety of his pocket dimension, then dons the shining armor that, for most days, becomes like a second skin to her, slings the scabbards of her imposing weapons, including the new magical Greatsword she recently managed to purchase in the city of Grayhawk - and she's ready.