(OOC: Also bizarre is if you hover over the 18 it shows the result as 24. 1d20 with advantage + 5. 7 & 19, 7 is struck through, leaving 19+5. Not sure where the 18 comes from
& it seems the hypothesis about natural 1 = red & natural 20 = green seems confirmed)
A tear runs down the side of Zeke’s nose as Alistair concludes the performance. “Allergies,” he mumbles unconvincingly. He smiles at the bard and thanks him for the magical tune.
Zeke collects himself and restrains from asking for another performance. “I owe the new-comers some information. Thank you for your trust and patience.” He continues as the party eats the well-hunted meal and preserves some of it for future needs.
“The necromancer Bargle is attempting to get the spell book of the long-dead well-known Necromancer by the name of Iskander Tharkas. Grey believes Bargle is trying to bypass the defenses of the tomb that holds the body of Tharkas and his spellbook. Our goal is to get Iskander's book before Bargle does. We have been told there are unlikely to be undead or fiends but that elementals, locks & traps, guardians, and animated objects are likely.
There is an enchantment on the entrance to the tomb that turns the magical potential of a spellcast back on themselves. Grey hopes that our newness to adventuring will actually help us get into the front door of the tomb. Grey asked us to learn the fates of the previous two parties he sent into the tomb. I assume Grey wants the book himself, although he has not said what he would do with it. From what I know, Bargle is no good and Grey has been honest with us.”
Zeke adds in what he has heard about some of Bargle’s recent misdeeds. He concludes by reminding the party of Necromancer Tharkas’ horrible reputation, saying, “I’ve even heard that Tharkas even had a secret pact with an under-world demon!”
( When I choose the dice I marked there two d20 with my survival bonus and I marked advantage as well, that's not how you do it ?)
Just tell it to roll 1d20 with advantage, not 2d20. I also made a mistake on my end, I was thinking of the Avrae bot for Discord. It shows you both rolls when you roll with advantage. DnD Beyond does not. I saw one result and thought you hadn't used advantage.
Alistair feigns a thoughtful frown, his fingers tracing Fierna’s sigil, the burning sword inlay on his lute. "Hmm. A curious strategy, wouldn't you say, sending three separate groups of adventurers on this fatal quest? Sounds like Grey's playing some kind of game; why does he not quest for his prize by our side? Being honest and nefarious are not mutually exclusive. I should know, the best deceptions are based on truths. Grey sends us on this mission with scant information," Alistair continues, his voice low and urgent."No map, no details about the dangers that lie ahead. Just three separate parties, all destined to fight for their survival on a desperate quest. It reeks of a deliberate scheme!I need to plant a seed of doubt in their minds. I NEED the knowledge within Tharkas’ book, not just for Fierna, but for myself, for the power to transcend my mortal limitations, to become something more, something worthy of Her eternal attention, even if it means embracing the cruelty and infernal darkness She embodies. What if he isn't who he seems? What if there's an ulterior motive? A hidden agenda? Grey may not be the benevolent guide he appears… is he a necromancer himself, hoping to raise his deceased hired hands as powerful thralls? We need to watch our backs, trust our instincts, and be prepared for anything." He strums a discordant chord on his lute, the sound echoes through the camp like a lament. "This book's power could be great, but it could also be our undoing. Let's not become pawns in someone else's game. This book, whoever possesses it, will hold immense power. Power that could be used for good... or ill. We need to study the book before we blindly hand it over to Grey.”So I can learn its secrets. The dark song of the lute plays on in his doomed mind, a seductive melody woven with the promise of power and a hint of the eternal damnation that awaits him serving eternally at Her side, or rather at Her feet, never capable of truly being Her equal.
( When I choose the dice I marked there two d20 with my survival bonus and I marked advantage as well, that's not how you do it ?)
Just tell it to roll 1d20 with advantage, not 2d20. I also made a mistake on my end, I was thinking of the Avrae bot for Discord. It shows you both rolls when you roll with advantage. DnD Beyond does not. I saw one result and thought you hadn't used advantage.
Can you reconcile or explain why it’s displayed 18?
Let's just go ahead and use the 24 (19+5). That gives the party 5 rations to divide up however you want and everyone has more than their fill of food for today.
Also, everyone whose character is taking a turn at watch (should be at least 4 of you), please tell me which shift you're taking and make a Perception check. If anyone would like to double up on a shift, one of you can make a Perception check with Advantage from the other one Helping.
“After that performance and meal, I am ready for some sleep. Krog, you volunteered for first shift so that is yours. Wake Brocke and Red after three hours. You two,” nodding at Brocke and Red, “wake Alistair and me after three hours for the final shift.” And with that organized, Zeke turns over and, as any experienced soldier will do, falls quickly and soundly asleep.
The dying embers of the campfire cast a warm glow on the faces of Alistair and Red. Zeke has already succumbed to slumber, his rhythmic snores fill the quiet night air. Alistair strums a final, melancholic chord on his lute, the sound lingers in the stillness. Alistair smiles, setting his lute aside. "Yes, Red, what's on your mind?"
Krog will look at Zeke with a, "Yes sir." Krog will then stand watch being as perceptive as he can throughout the watch. (Passive Perception 11) And should the first watch go without incdient he will awake Brocke and Red. Then turn in for himself.
The dying embers of the campfire cast a warm glow on the faces of Alistair and Red. Zeke has already succumbed to slumber, his rhythmic snores fill the quiet night air. Alistair strums a final, melancholic chord on his lute, the sound lingers in the stillness. Alistair smiles, setting his lute aside. "Yes, Red, what's on your mind?"
" Not much really, I only wanted to talk about the fact that no one in worried about this Grey guy, I did not come on this adventure because o a sense of justice or because I am seeking glory I just wanted to pay a debt to a friend but this debt is not worth my life. I think i made a mistake not telling everyone that I am not willing to sacrifice myself for the success of this adventure . That all. "
Alistair chuckles softly, the sound almost swallowed by the crackling fire. Red's blunt honesty was a refreshing change from the usual bravado of adventurers. "You see through the bard's facade, Red," he admits, a hint of self-deprecation tinges his voice. "Fame and glory are seductive mistresses, always promising more than they deliver, unlike my Lady Fierna who has provided everything she promised and more. But sometimes, the pursuit of something grander can mask a deeper need. Perhaps I yearn for a story that transcends my own mortality, a way to leave a lasting mark on the world,"Alistair glances subconsciouly at the burning sword on his lute, to ascend and faithfully serve my dark Mistress forever! Alistair meets Red's gaze with his own, filled with a melancholic and desperate honesty. "But you, my friend, are more grounded. You seek a simpler truth - freedom from the shackles of debt. A noble pursuit in its own right." He leans forward, his voice drops to a low murmur. "And between you and me, Red, I wouldn't be too quick to sacrifice your life for some dusty old tome at Grey's behest. There's more to this quest than meets the eye, I suspect. More secrets than he's letting on." Alistair shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Trust, my friend, is a luxury we can't afford in this line of work. We keep our eyes open, our wits sharp, and our backs to the wall. Grey may have sent us on this mission, but that doesn't mean he has our best interests at heart." He gestures towards the sleeping forms of their companions. "We may have come for different reasons, but perhaps our goals can converge. We find the book, unravel its secrets, and then? Who knows, maybe there's enough wealth within its pages to settle your debts and leave a tidy sum for the rest of us." Alistair offers a conspiratorial wink. "Besides, wouldn't it be a far more satisfying story to outwit the likes of Grey and claim the prize for ourselves?"
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" I am not interested in this book and it misterios powers, I have all the power I need to keep myself alive. Sleep well my new friend we will need all the strength we can muster if we want to survive "
With that said Red left without looking back. He took his weapons and hid himself in a cornere we're he fell asleep in seconds.
( OOC: I am actually going to sleep I will leave my perception check here I case is needed. Perception check 19 I did the check with advantage)
Alistair watches Red go, a flicker of something akin to relief dancing in his chest. Red isn't interested in the book's deeper secrets, just a way out from under a mountain of coin. All the better for me. He plucks a discordant arpeggio on his lute, the dread sound echoing like a mournful sigh. The fire dwindles to glowing embers, casting long, distorted shadows throughout the camp. They dance and writhe, like the flames of ambition burning ever so brightly within him. The flames flicker briefly and a vision of Fierna penetrates his mind, her perfect form dancing seductively like flickering flames, a wicked smile stretches across her lips, her simmering whisper scalding his mortal mind, Fulfill your quest, find the power that will serve me and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest imagination, physically, emotionally, in ways your mortal mind cannot comprehend. Fail me, and I will cast you aside like I have done to countless minor playthings who thought themselves my lover, desiring my attention. You will never be my equal, but perhaps, you will be my favorite pet, an erotic plaything for my twisted pleasures. Unlike Red, content with his simple needs, Alistair craves something more. He craves ascension, power that transcends the limitations of his mortal form. The knowledge locked within the necromancer's book pulsed like a beacon in the darkness, promising a path towards that very goal. He glances down at the burning sword sigil inlaid on his lute, the fiery emblem seeming to pulse with an infernal energy driving him forward. A silent promise, a pact made in the throes of passion. He had pledged himself entirely to Her infernal flame, and this quest was the first step on a path that would lead him not just to power, but to earning a place in Her infernal court for eternity. He yearns to serve his mistress, the Lady of Phlegethos, not just as a bard who sings Her praises, but as a champion, a creature of shadow and flame worthy of Her cruel attention. The embers in the fire pit might dwindle and die, but the ambition burning within Alistair to achieve Her goals, fueled by his pact with his dark mistress, blazes ever brighter. He closes his eyes, the dark melody of his lute weaving a new song in his mind – a roaring symphony of ambition, sacrifice, and the intoxicating allure of power dancing on the precipice of damnation. I will find the power, I will claim my prize. I will do whatever it takes to please my Mistress. I will pay any terrible price in the fiery embrace of my dark devotion. Sleep, finally, claims him, a restless slumber filled with visions of flickering flames and whispered promises.
(Alright then it looks like first watch will be Krog, with a perception of 11. Then Brocke & Red, one of you please make a perception check with advantage and the other give me a 1d6. Finally, we have Alistair & Zeke. If you could do the same as Brocke and Red but make the dice roll 1d100 instead please!)
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( When I choose the dice I marked there two d20 with my survival bonus and I marked advantage as well, that's not how you do it ?)
(OOC: Also bizarre is if you hover over the 18 it shows the result as 24. 1d20 with advantage + 5. 7 & 19, 7 is struck through, leaving 19+5. Not sure where the 18 comes from
& it seems the hypothesis about natural 1 = red & natural 20 = green seems confirmed)
A tear runs down the side of Zeke’s nose as Alistair concludes the performance. “Allergies,” he mumbles unconvincingly. He smiles at the bard and thanks him for the magical tune.
Just tell it to roll 1d20 with advantage, not 2d20. I also made a mistake on my end, I was thinking of the Avrae bot for Discord. It shows you both rolls when you roll with advantage. DnD Beyond does not. I saw one result and thought you hadn't used advantage.
Alistair feigns a thoughtful frown, his fingers tracing Fierna’s sigil, the burning sword inlay on his lute. "Hmm. A curious strategy, wouldn't you say, sending three separate groups of adventurers on this fatal quest? Sounds like Grey's playing some kind of game; why does he not quest for his prize by our side? Being honest and nefarious are not mutually exclusive. I should know, the best deceptions are based on truths. Grey sends us on this mission with scant information," Alistair continues, his voice low and urgent. "No map, no details about the dangers that lie ahead. Just three separate parties, all destined to fight for their survival on a desperate quest. It reeks of a deliberate scheme! I need to plant a seed of doubt in their minds. I NEED the knowledge within Tharkas’ book, not just for Fierna, but for myself, for the power to transcend my mortal limitations, to become something more, something worthy of Her eternal attention, even if it means embracing the cruelty and infernal darkness She embodies. What if he isn't who he seems? What if there's an ulterior motive? A hidden agenda? Grey may not be the benevolent guide he appears… is he a necromancer himself, hoping to raise his deceased hired hands as powerful thralls? We need to watch our backs, trust our instincts, and be prepared for anything." He strums a discordant chord on his lute, the sound echoes through the camp like a lament. "This book's power could be great, but it could also be our undoing. Let's not become pawns in someone else's game. This book, whoever possesses it, will hold immense power. Power that could be used for good... or ill. We need to study the book before we blindly hand it over to Grey.” So I can learn its secrets. The dark song of the lute plays on in his doomed mind, a seductive melody woven with the promise of power and a hint of the eternal damnation that awaits him serving eternally at Her side, or rather at Her feet, never capable of truly being Her equal.
Can you reconcile or explain why it’s displayed 18?
Not even a little bit. My best guess would be that, since it was rolled as 2d20 with advantage instead of 1d20, the system glitched.
So do I roll again or?
Let's just go ahead and use the 24 (19+5). That gives the party 5 rations to divide up however you want and everyone has more than their fill of food for today.
Also, everyone whose character is taking a turn at watch (should be at least 4 of you), please tell me which shift you're taking and make a Perception check. If anyone would like to double up on a shift, one of you can make a Perception check with Advantage from the other one Helping.
Alistair will help Zeke on the third watch
“After that performance and meal, I am ready for some sleep. Krog, you volunteered for first shift so that is yours. Wake Brocke and Red after three hours. You two,” nodding at Brocke and Red, “wake Alistair and me after three hours for the final shift.” And with that organized, Zeke turns over and, as any experienced soldier will do, falls quickly and soundly asleep.
" Alistair do you have a moment? I will like to speak with you before we are going to sleep. "
The dying embers of the campfire cast a warm glow on the faces of Alistair and Red. Zeke has already succumbed to slumber, his rhythmic snores fill the quiet night air. Alistair strums a final, melancholic chord on his lute, the sound lingers in the stillness. Alistair smiles, setting his lute aside. "Yes, Red, what's on your mind?"
Krog will look at Zeke with a, "Yes sir." Krog will then stand watch being as perceptive as he can throughout the watch. (Passive Perception 11) And should the first watch go without incdient he will awake Brocke and Red. Then turn in for himself.
" Not much really, I only wanted to talk about the fact that no one in worried about this Grey guy, I did not come on this adventure because o a sense of justice or because I am seeking glory I just wanted to pay a debt to a friend but this debt is not worth my life. I think i made a mistake not telling everyone that I am not willing to sacrifice myself for the success of this adventure . That all. "
Alistair chuckles softly, the sound almost swallowed by the crackling fire. Red's blunt honesty was a refreshing change from the usual bravado of adventurers. "You see through the bard's facade, Red," he admits, a hint of self-deprecation tinges his voice. "Fame and glory are seductive mistresses, always promising more than they deliver, unlike my Lady Fierna who has provided everything she promised and more. But sometimes, the pursuit of something grander can mask a deeper need. Perhaps I yearn for a story that transcends my own mortality, a way to leave a lasting mark on the world," Alistair glances subconsciouly at the burning sword on his lute, to ascend and faithfully serve my dark Mistress forever! Alistair meets Red's gaze with his own, filled with a melancholic and desperate honesty. "But you, my friend, are more grounded. You seek a simpler truth - freedom from the shackles of debt. A noble pursuit in its own right." He leans forward, his voice drops to a low murmur. "And between you and me, Red, I wouldn't be too quick to sacrifice your life for some dusty old tome at Grey's behest. There's more to this quest than meets the eye, I suspect. More secrets than he's letting on." Alistair shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Trust, my friend, is a luxury we can't afford in this line of work. We keep our eyes open, our wits sharp, and our backs to the wall. Grey may have sent us on this mission, but that doesn't mean he has our best interests at heart." He gestures towards the sleeping forms of their companions. "We may have come for different reasons, but perhaps our goals can converge. We find the book, unravel its secrets, and then? Who knows, maybe there's enough wealth within its pages to settle your debts and leave a tidy sum for the rest of us." Alistair offers a conspiratorial wink. "Besides, wouldn't it be a far more satisfying story to outwit the likes of Grey and claim the prize for ourselves?"
" I am not interested in this book and it misterios powers, I have all the power I need to keep myself alive. Sleep well my new friend we will need all the strength we can muster if we want to survive "
With that said Red left without looking back. He took his weapons and hid himself in a cornere we're he fell asleep in seconds.
( OOC: I am actually going to sleep I will leave my perception check here I case is needed. Perception check 19 I did the check with advantage)
Alistair watches Red go, a flicker of something akin to relief dancing in his chest. Red isn't interested in the book's deeper secrets, just a way out from under a mountain of coin. All the better for me. He plucks a discordant arpeggio on his lute, the dread sound echoing like a mournful sigh. The fire dwindles to glowing embers, casting long, distorted shadows throughout the camp. They dance and writhe, like the flames of ambition burning ever so brightly within him. The flames flicker briefly and a vision of Fierna penetrates his mind, her perfect form dancing seductively like flickering flames, a wicked smile stretches across her lips, her simmering whisper scalding his mortal mind, Fulfill your quest, find the power that will serve me and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest imagination, physically, emotionally, in ways your mortal mind cannot comprehend. Fail me, and I will cast you aside like I have done to countless minor playthings who thought themselves my lover, desiring my attention. You will never be my equal, but perhaps, you will be my favorite pet, an erotic plaything for my twisted pleasures. Unlike Red, content with his simple needs, Alistair craves something more. He craves ascension, power that transcends the limitations of his mortal form. The knowledge locked within the necromancer's book pulsed like a beacon in the darkness, promising a path towards that very goal. He glances down at the burning sword sigil inlaid on his lute, the fiery emblem seeming to pulse with an infernal energy driving him forward. A silent promise, a pact made in the throes of passion. He had pledged himself entirely to Her infernal flame, and this quest was the first step on a path that would lead him not just to power, but to earning a place in Her infernal court for eternity. He yearns to serve his mistress, the Lady of Phlegethos, not just as a bard who sings Her praises, but as a champion, a creature of shadow and flame worthy of Her cruel attention. The embers in the fire pit might dwindle and die, but the ambition burning within Alistair to achieve Her goals, fueled by his pact with his dark mistress, blazes ever brighter. He closes his eyes, the dark melody of his lute weaving a new song in his mind – a roaring symphony of ambition, sacrifice, and the intoxicating allure of power dancing on the precipice of damnation. I will find the power, I will claim my prize. I will do whatever it takes to please my Mistress. I will pay any terrible price in the fiery embrace of my dark devotion. Sleep, finally, claims him, a restless slumber filled with visions of flickering flames and whispered promises.
(Alright then it looks like first watch will be Krog, with a perception of 11. Then Brocke & Red, one of you please make a perception check with advantage and the other give me a 1d6. Finally, we have Alistair & Zeke. If you could do the same as Brocke and Red but make the dice roll 1d100 instead please!)