The party moves to the west of the dungeon, and finds themselves in a den filled with clutter and trinkets, piled on top of each other with no apparent order. The things range from straight junk to curious antiques, and the value of one item to another could easily range from worthless to priceless, all stacked up side by side. The hoard covers the walls and floor, aside from a small walkway through, and as the party continues deeper, they find a pair of adventurers perusing the objects gathered outside where Crataclak dwells...
Dressed in green robes, with a broad golden mantle, and golden threaded symbols down and around its trim in elegant needlework, a brown haired and olive skinned woman stands next to her companion. Her hands are flickering quickly in a few emphatic gestures, though her companion seems more interested in her own agenda than responding to her.
She turns when she hears the party approaching.
Her face and arms have what appear to be those same golden shapes as tattoos, extending even onto her face. On her forehead she wears a woven band, and in its middle is a scintillating amethyst scale, that seems to have been carved to resemble a diamond flecked egg, or perhaps a bright eye.
Her own eyes sparkle, and the corners of her eyes turn up in joy to see you. Almost as if she was expecting you to appear.
Her hands flicker at her companion, before she speaks to you.
“O Sovereign Yet Unseen, You whose crown waits in silence, Let my eyes not fail to know you when you stand revealed.”
The elegant woman's companion glances up from the shadowy recesses of a pile of knickknacks she was investigating as the other party approaches, her glowing white eyes flicking from the speaker to the rest of the group with a silent curiosity indicative of someone older than they appear and possessing a keen, observant nature honed in shadow. While the woman speaks her formal greeting, Daewen's attention remains fixed on the new arrivals, her expression a careful study. She makes a small, almost imperceptible hand gesture – a slight tilt of her head and a brief narrowing of her eyes – as if trying to assess them.
As the woman finishes speaking, Daewen's gaze lingers on the group for a moment longer. Then, with a smooth, practiced motion, her hand goes to the slate hanging around her neck. She produces a small piece of chalk and quickly scribbles a single, simple question before holding up the slate for the other party to see: "FRIENDLY?"
Dressed in green robes, with a broad golden mantle, and golden threaded symbols down and around its trim in elegant needlework, a brown haired and olive skinned woman, stands next to her companion. Her hands are flickering quickly in a few emphatic gestures, though her companion seems more interested in her own agenda than responding to her.
She turns when she hears the party approaching.
Her face and arms have what appear to be those same golden shapes as tattoos, extending even onto her face. On her forehead she wears a woven band, and in its middle is a scintillating amethyst scale, that seems to have been carved to resemble a diamond flecked egg, or perhaps a bright eye.
Her own eyes sparkle, and the corners of her eyes turn up in joy to see you. Almost as if she was expecting you to appear.
Her hands flicker at her companion, before she speaks to you.
“O Sovereign Yet Unseen, You whose crown waits in silence, Let my eyes not fail to know you when you stand revealed.”
Bilyur raises his hands, palms forward, and says "Don't look at me, I'm here to end the evils of the Blood Archivist. I'm not after the throne or the crown, just the villain."
The elegant woman's companion glances up from the shadowy recesses of a pile of knickknacks she was investigating as the other party approaches, her glowing white eyes flicking from the speaker to the rest of the group with a silent curiosity indicative of someone older than they appear and possessing a keen, observant nature honed in shadow. While the woman speaks her formal greeting, Daewen's attention remains fixed on the new arrivals, her expression a careful study. She makes a small, almost imperceptible hand gesture – a slight tilt of her head and a brief narrowing of her eyes – as if trying to assess them.
As the woman finishes speaking, Daewen's gaze lingers on the group for a moment longer. Then, with a smooth, practiced motion, her hand goes to the slate hanging around her neck. She produces a small piece of chalk and quickly scribbles a single, simple question before holding up the slate for the other party to see: "FRIENDLY?"
Bilyur also responds to the written question. With practiced ease, he produces a parchment and quill, writing as he speaks. "Unless and until you do something to change it, we are friendly to all." In dwarvish, he repeats one of his monastic oaths, "No person or creature is an enemy until he has rejected your friendship."
{{I hope the rest of the party doesn't mind that Bilyur is acting as spokesman. He seems best suited for the role to me, but of course, if anyone else wants to speak up, they can.}}
Seeker Mun, takes in Bilyur’s words. She peeks over Daewen’s shoulder and reads what is written.
“Six shall rise with fire in hand,
Five shall fall upon the sand.
Four shall turn their eyes away,
Three shall break at break of day.
Two shall duel beneath the sun—
And one shall rule when all is done.”
She pauses a moment, with a smile just hinted at on her face. If Daewen rolls her eyes, perhaps it is that she has heard such things so many times before.
“You are here to end evils indeed. Perhaps more evils than you realise.
The kingdom waits in darkness. The sky is full of stars, but none shine bright enough to guide the way. When the monarch is needed, where does the light come from?“
And then, as if some great role has drained off her, she steps forward, a bounce in her step. “It’s swell to meet you,” offering her hand. “I am Seeker Mun of the Chapel of the Sanguine Sphinx, you can just call me Mun though. Or seeker. Or ‘Oi. You there!’ I answer to it all. It’s been Daewen and I for so long, and so many are so quick to violence. It’s a pleasure to meet some friendly faces!”
She steps from person to person, offering her hand, or a smile where it is all that’s welcome and perhaps a hug where it is needed.
Nemmonis Xarkris stands in the shadows, eyeing the strangers. Are they truly friends, or more rivals pretending to be allies. Xarkris was just starting to warm up to Bilyur, Sly, and Eggo Lass…time will tell if these two creatures will be strong enough to survive these dungeons. Distancing himself from the introductions, he scours the area for anything that might be of use to him.
Sly enters the cluttered room and glances around. The wizard looks impatient, her ram-like horns framing her thin face and pale purple hair (of which a strand has been blackened as if by pure shadow). A nervous hand lies on a book at her side and a shining disc of pure magic bobs along lazily behind her.
As she notices the two women, the tiefling comes to a halt, assuming a posture of quiet caution.
Seeker Muns words trouble Sly - though the calm manner in which they were spoken gave her no reason to assume evil intent. And the other one - the quiet one - simply projected an aura of curiosity. Sly looks at the slate for a moment, contemplating the simple word.
"Greetings. We" - Sly makes a hand motion to their small group - "hark to the appellation of 'Heralds of Dawn'. You may refer to me as Sly."She nods at Seeker Muns last remark. "Verily, this vault accommodates adversaries aplenty. Though my particular interests pertain to matters of erudition, cooperation isn't inimical to the pursuit."
The tiefling takes the Seekers hand and nods to Daewen.
"Presently, I wish to exchange goods with an entity called Crataclak just yonder."The wizard points at the sizeable pile of metal armor pieces on her disk and then at the other end of the room where she expected the trader to dwell. "Once I have thus remedied the budgetary hardships of my present companions, I will be glad to engage in further pleasantries."
Sly will have a peek if she can see any sign of Crataclak. Seeker Mun and Daewen may get the impression that the wizard has a somewhat awkward streak buried fairly well by all that flowery language.
“Verily, verily. Not inimical. Just so…. Yes,” says Seeker Mun slowly, clearly still chewing through Sly’s words, on taking their hand. Mun’s brown eyes are ringed by the faintest ring of gold, and the aasimar’s gaze clearly traces the curve of Sly’s horns, as they shake.
“Swell. Just swell,” she says as she steps back, and there is an uncomfortable pause.
After smiling at the recalcitrant dragonborn, and the dark elf at the rear of the party, she looks to Bilyur and Sly again. “We were heading that way too, though we’ve heard they’re quite an intimidating figure. Then we planned to head over that way to see a dragon who is in the same business. Don’t suppose you’d mind us walking along side you, seeing as we’re going the same way as you, the Heralds of Dawn?” She asks.
She turns and flashes a few hand gestures at Daewen. Those who speak common sign might recognise her meaning as ‘If you are happy for this?’
Daewen observes the varied reactions of the newcomers. Bilyur's directness and Sly's cautious formality register in her keen gaze. When Seeker Mun signs her question, Daewen nods her assent, then her white eyes flick towards Nemmonis lurking in the shadows. Ah, another who understands the comfort of the dim. A flicker of something akin to recognition and perhaps even a budding affinity warms her silent thoughts.
A mischievous glint suddenly appears in Daewen's eyes. With a swift, silent movement, she drops behind a nearby table laden with dusty knickknacks, disappearing completely into the deeper shadows beneath. Utilizing her innate connection to the darkness, she moves with an uncanny stealth that goes unnoticed by the others, a fleeting shadow flitting through the cluttered space.
Moments later, she reappears silently behind Nemmonis, reaching out a small, obsidian-skinned hand to tap him lightly on the shoulder. A soft, breathy giggle escapes her lips – the only sound she can manage, but one that clearly conveys amusement at her prank. Her glowing white eyes sparkle with playful delight as she watches for his reaction, offering her hand out to him in a silent gesture of friendly greeting.
((Clever attempt, Daewen. Xarkris has a Passive Perception of 22. I guess you need to roll a STEALTH check to see if you can get that close to me without seeing or hearing you))
Bilyur, attentively watching the two newcomers, starts with surprise when Daewan vanishes. Moving to where she disappeared, his eyes frantically searching the room. Seeing her appear suddenly behind Xarkris, he moves to shout a warning, however, his eyes expertly search her face and realize there is no harm in her eyes. Turning back to the seeker, he asks quietly, "You're friend is quite silent, something she is masterful at. Can she hear us, or is the world as silent to her as she is to the world?" Unconsiously, it seems, he also writes the question directly, showing it to Daewen
((Clever attempt, Daewen. Xarkris has a Passive Perception of 22. I guess you need to roll a STEALTH check to see if you can get that close to me without seeing or hearing you))
She's quite literally invisible. Gloom stalker stuff. I'd rule that that is enough to bypass passive perception - as in, you'd have to be actively watching for something to notice it if it was invisible. Though, to be fair, that's a really high passive perception. Up to Shiver though.
“She hears and knows many languages, but as far as she has told me, she comes from a silent, dark place. I do not know if she has vowed silence or cannot speak as sometimes afflicts folk. But hear? Certainly. She is a fierce ranger, with keen senses.”
”I am fortunate to have met her. She is uncommonly dangerous, and I doubt I could have made it to this oasis without her fierce skill.”
Daewen watches Nemmonis' reaction with a hint of anticipation in her glowing eyes. When Bilyur approaches, his initial alarm quickly turning to curiosity, Daewen focuses on the written question he presents. She reads his question carefully, then with a few swift strokes on her own slate, she replies: "Ears open...tongue, gone. :-("
As Seeker Mun speaks of Daewen's origins and abilities, a bright pink blush unexpectedly floods Daewen's alabaster skin. Her glowing white eyes flick down for a brief moment, a clear sign of her embarrassment at the effusive praise, before she quickly looks back up, offering a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment to her companion. Her gaze then returns to Nemmonis, her small, obsidian-skinned hand still extended in a silent invitation for a handshake, a lingering flush on her face betraying her slightly awkward anticipation for his response.
@RippedRhinoVikings is correct - that move was a Gloom Stalker feature, also highlighting that Daewen is somewhat a trickster, always wanting to lighten the mood in tense situations. She meant no harm.
Umbral Sight
PHB-2024, pg. 126
You gain Darkvision with a range of 60 ft., if you already have Darkvision when you gain this feature, its range increases by 60 ft.
You’re adept at evading creatures that rely on Darkvision. While entirely in Darkness, you have the Invisible condition to any creature that relies on Darkvision to see you.
Which reminds me: I intend to have Daewen cast Pass without Trace upon entering every dungeon, so the party will have +10 to all stealth checks as we slink around. Hopefully that turns the tables on all enemies with respect to surprise rounds. Each casting lasts 1 hour, so I'll try to keep it up for as long as possible. The bummer is that it requires Concentration to keep the spell active, so I'll have to make a concentration check every time she get's hit. I also can't cast any other spells like Hunter's Mark, so it's a tradeoff I'll have to make on a case-by-case basis.
Which reminds me: I intend to have Daewen cast Pass without Trace upon entering every dungeon, so the party will have +10 to all stealth checks as we slink around. Hopefully that turns the tables on all enemies with respect to surprise rounds. Each casting lasts 1 hour, so I'll try to keep it up for as long as possible. The bummer is that it requires Concentration to keep the spell active, so I'll have to make a concentration check every time she get's hit. I also can't cast any other spells like Hunter's Mark, so it's a tradeoff I'll have to make on a case-by-case basis.
Tbh, most of these dungeons do not have enemies right out of the gate. Long rests are also a rarity among the dungeons, so that would likely be a waste of precious spell slots.
(Out of interest; Eggo has devils sight as an invocation which is in 2024 “You can see normally in Dim Light and Darkness—both magical and nonmagical—within 120 feet of yourself.” They would be able to see Daewin, I think? As it’s not Darkvision — could be useful for coordinating things/when Daewin is invisible.)
Sly watches the disappearance of Daewen with concern, her fingers tightening around her book. Automatically, the spell that would allow her to see invisible things rose to the forefront of her mind. It was a defensive reaction, as it reminded her of an invisible foe the party had encountered a while back, when she wasn't able to do anything about it yet.
But when Daewen appeared next to the dragonborn in a good-natured fashion, the wizards grip on her spell book relaxes. This would just be another thing she had to get used to.
[Good to have Pass Without Trace around! I suspect there will be dungeons where it will make more sense than in others.]
Seeker Mun watches all this with twinkling eyes. Quietly, she says, “Let my voice not falter when the oil is to be poured. Let the moment not pass me by.”
The party moves deeper into the chasm, and finds where Crataclak the tlincalli is resting. He had his back turned to you as you entered, studying a snow globe and cursing the mere thought of living in such an environment, though turns to face you as you enter. He seems a lot more erratic and irritable than the calm and complimentary Selvidos, as his scorpion form whirls around in his small store, his legs and tail smashing into all sorts of piles that clatter to the ground in heaps, though that doesn't seem to bother him, as there didn't seem to be much order to his hoard in the first place.
'Adventurers! Many! Here to trade I hope! I can offer goods, many good goods! What do you have to offer me back?'
Daewen glances at Crataclak, a flicker of interest in the potential for trade crossing her features. However, noticing that Nemmonis still hasn't responded to her offered hand, a faint blush reappears on her cheeks. With a slow, almost hesitant movement, she retracts her hand, tucking it back to her side, before turning her full attention to the noisy tlincalli and the possibilities his junk hoard might hold.
The party moves to the west of the dungeon, and finds themselves in a den filled with clutter and trinkets, piled on top of each other with no apparent order. The things range from straight junk to curious antiques, and the value of one item to another could easily range from worthless to priceless, all stacked up side by side. The hoard covers the walls and floor, aside from a small walkway through, and as the party continues deeper, they find a pair of adventurers perusing the objects gathered outside where Crataclak dwells...
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Dressed in green robes, with a broad golden mantle, and golden threaded symbols down and around its trim in elegant needlework, a brown haired and olive skinned woman stands next to her companion. Her hands are flickering quickly in a few emphatic gestures, though her companion seems more interested in her own agenda than responding to her.
She turns when she hears the party approaching.
Her face and arms have what appear to be those same golden shapes as tattoos, extending even onto her face. On her forehead she wears a woven band, and in its middle is a scintillating amethyst scale, that seems to have been carved to resemble a diamond flecked egg, or perhaps a bright eye.
Her own eyes sparkle, and the corners of her eyes turn up in joy to see you. Almost as if she was expecting you to appear.
Her hands flicker at her companion, before she speaks to you.
“O Sovereign Yet Unseen, You whose crown waits in silence, Let my eyes not fail to know you when you stand revealed.”
The elegant woman's companion glances up from the shadowy recesses of a pile of knickknacks she was investigating as the other party approaches, her glowing white eyes flicking from the speaker to the rest of the group with a silent curiosity indicative of someone older than they appear and possessing a keen, observant nature honed in shadow. While the woman speaks her formal greeting, Daewen's attention remains fixed on the new arrivals, her expression a careful study. She makes a small, almost imperceptible hand gesture – a slight tilt of her head and a brief narrowing of her eyes – as if trying to assess them.
As the woman finishes speaking, Daewen's gaze lingers on the group for a moment longer. Then, with a smooth, practiced motion, her hand goes to the slate hanging around her neck. She produces a small piece of chalk and quickly scribbles a single, simple question before holding up the slate for the other party to see: "FRIENDLY?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Bilyur raises his hands, palms forward, and says "Don't look at me, I'm here to end the evils of the Blood Archivist. I'm not after the throne or the crown, just the villain."
Bilyur also responds to the written question. With practiced ease, he produces a parchment and quill, writing as he speaks. "Unless and until you do something to change it, we are friendly to all." In dwarvish, he repeats one of his monastic oaths, "No person or creature is an enemy until he has rejected your friendship."
{{I hope the rest of the party doesn't mind that Bilyur is acting as spokesman. He seems best suited for the role to me, but of course, if anyone else wants to speak up, they can.}}
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
Seeker Mun, takes in Bilyur’s words. She peeks over Daewen’s shoulder and reads what is written.
“Six shall rise with fire in hand,
Five shall fall upon the sand.
Four shall turn their eyes away,
Three shall break at break of day.
Two shall duel beneath the sun—
And one shall rule when all is done.”
She pauses a moment, with a smile just hinted at on her face. If Daewen rolls her eyes, perhaps it is that she has heard such things so many times before.
“You are here to end evils indeed. Perhaps more evils than you realise.
The kingdom waits in darkness. The sky is full of stars, but none shine bright enough to guide the way. When the monarch is needed, where does the light come from?“
And then, as if some great role has drained off her, she steps forward, a bounce in her step. “It’s swell to meet you,” offering her hand. “I am Seeker Mun of the Chapel of the Sanguine Sphinx, you can just call me Mun though. Or seeker. Or ‘Oi. You there!’ I answer to it all. It’s been Daewen and I for so long, and so many are so quick to violence. It’s a pleasure to meet some friendly faces!”
She steps from person to person, offering her hand, or a smile where it is all that’s welcome and perhaps a hug where it is needed.
Nemmonis Xarkris stands in the shadows, eyeing the strangers. Are they truly friends, or more rivals pretending to be allies. Xarkris was just starting to warm up to Bilyur, Sly, and Eggo Lass…time will tell if these two creatures will be strong enough to survive these dungeons. Distancing himself from the introductions, he scours the area for anything that might be of use to him.
Sly enters the cluttered room and glances around. The wizard looks impatient, her ram-like horns framing her thin face and pale purple hair (of which a strand has been blackened as if by pure shadow). A nervous hand lies on a book at her side and a shining disc of pure magic bobs along lazily behind her.
As she notices the two women, the tiefling comes to a halt, assuming a posture of quiet caution.
Seeker Muns words trouble Sly - though the calm manner in which they were spoken gave her no reason to assume evil intent. And the other one - the quiet one - simply projected an aura of curiosity. Sly looks at the slate for a moment, contemplating the simple word.
"Greetings. We" - Sly makes a hand motion to their small group - "hark to the appellation of 'Heralds of Dawn'. You may refer to me as Sly." She nods at Seeker Muns last remark. "Verily, this vault accommodates adversaries aplenty. Though my particular interests pertain to matters of erudition, cooperation isn't inimical to the pursuit."
The tiefling takes the Seekers hand and nods to Daewen.
"Presently, I wish to exchange goods with an entity called Crataclak just yonder." The wizard points at the sizeable pile of metal armor pieces on her disk and then at the other end of the room where she expected the trader to dwell. "Once I have thus remedied the budgetary hardships of my present companions, I will be glad to engage in further pleasantries."
Sly will have a peek if she can see any sign of Crataclak. Seeker Mun and Daewen may get the impression that the wizard has a somewhat awkward streak buried fairly well by all that flowery language.
“Verily, verily. Not inimical. Just so…. Yes,” says Seeker Mun slowly, clearly still chewing through Sly’s words, on taking their hand. Mun’s brown eyes are ringed by the faintest ring of gold, and the aasimar’s gaze clearly traces the curve of Sly’s horns, as they shake.
“Swell. Just swell,” she says as she steps back, and there is an uncomfortable pause.
After smiling at the recalcitrant dragonborn, and the dark elf at the rear of the party, she looks to Bilyur and Sly again. “We were heading that way too, though we’ve heard they’re quite an intimidating figure. Then we planned to head over that way to see a dragon who is in the same business. Don’t suppose you’d mind us walking along side you, seeing as we’re going the same way as you, the Heralds of Dawn?” She asks.
She turns and flashes a few hand gestures at Daewen. Those who speak common sign might recognise her meaning as ‘If you are happy for this?’
Daewen observes the varied reactions of the newcomers. Bilyur's directness and Sly's cautious formality register in her keen gaze. When Seeker Mun signs her question, Daewen nods her assent, then her white eyes flick towards Nemmonis lurking in the shadows. Ah, another who understands the comfort of the dim. A flicker of something akin to recognition and perhaps even a budding affinity warms her silent thoughts.
A mischievous glint suddenly appears in Daewen's eyes. With a swift, silent movement, she drops behind a nearby table laden with dusty knickknacks, disappearing completely into the deeper shadows beneath. Utilizing her innate connection to the darkness, she moves with an uncanny stealth that goes unnoticed by the others, a fleeting shadow flitting through the cluttered space.
Moments later, she reappears silently behind Nemmonis, reaching out a small, obsidian-skinned hand to tap him lightly on the shoulder. A soft, breathy giggle escapes her lips – the only sound she can manage, but one that clearly conveys amusement at her prank. Her glowing white eyes sparkle with playful delight as she watches for his reaction, offering her hand out to him in a silent gesture of friendly greeting.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
((Clever attempt, Daewen. Xarkris has a Passive Perception of 22. I guess you need to roll a STEALTH check to see if you can get that close to me without seeing or hearing you))
Bilyur, attentively watching the two newcomers, starts with surprise when Daewan vanishes. Moving to where she disappeared, his eyes frantically searching the room. Seeing her appear suddenly behind Xarkris, he moves to shout a warning, however, his eyes expertly search her face and realize there is no harm in her eyes. Turning back to the seeker, he asks quietly, "You're friend is quite silent, something she is masterful at. Can she hear us, or is the world as silent to her as she is to the world?" Unconsiously, it seems, he also writes the question directly, showing it to Daewen
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
She's quite literally invisible. Gloom stalker stuff. I'd rule that that is enough to bypass passive perception - as in, you'd have to be actively watching for something to notice it if it was invisible. Though, to be fair, that's a really high passive perception. Up to Shiver though.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
“She hears and knows many languages, but as far as she has told me, she comes from a silent, dark place. I do not know if she has vowed silence or cannot speak as sometimes afflicts folk. But hear? Certainly. She is a fierce ranger, with keen senses.”
”I am fortunate to have met her. She is uncommonly dangerous, and I doubt I could have made it to this oasis without her fierce skill.”
Daewen watches Nemmonis' reaction with a hint of anticipation in her glowing eyes. When Bilyur approaches, his initial alarm quickly turning to curiosity, Daewen focuses on the written question he presents. She reads his question carefully, then with a few swift strokes on her own slate, she replies: "Ears open...tongue, gone. :-("
As Seeker Mun speaks of Daewen's origins and abilities, a bright pink blush unexpectedly floods Daewen's alabaster skin. Her glowing white eyes flick down for a brief moment, a clear sign of her embarrassment at the effusive praise, before she quickly looks back up, offering a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment to her companion. Her gaze then returns to Nemmonis, her small, obsidian-skinned hand still extended in a silent invitation for a handshake, a lingering flush on her face betraying her slightly awkward anticipation for his response.
PHB-2024, pg. 126
You’re adept at evading creatures that rely on Darkvision. While entirely in Darkness, you have the Invisible condition to any creature that relies on Darkvision to see you.
Which reminds me: I intend to have Daewen cast Pass without Trace upon entering every dungeon, so the party will have +10 to all stealth checks as we slink around. Hopefully that turns the tables on all enemies with respect to surprise rounds. Each casting lasts 1 hour, so I'll try to keep it up for as long as possible. The bummer is that it requires Concentration to keep the spell active, so I'll have to make a concentration check every time she get's hit. I also can't cast any other spells like Hunter's Mark, so it's a tradeoff I'll have to make on a case-by-case basis.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Tbh, most of these dungeons do not have enemies right out of the gate. Long rests are also a rarity among the dungeons, so that would likely be a waste of precious spell slots.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
(Out of interest; Eggo has devils sight as an invocation which is in 2024 “You can see normally in Dim Light and Darkness—both magical and nonmagical—within 120 feet of yourself.” They would be able to see Daewin, I think? As it’s not Darkvision — could be useful for coordinating things/when Daewin is invisible.)
Sly watches the disappearance of Daewen with concern, her fingers tightening around her book. Automatically, the spell that would allow her to see invisible things rose to the forefront of her mind. It was a defensive reaction, as it reminded her of an invisible foe the party had encountered a while back, when she wasn't able to do anything about it yet.
But when Daewen appeared next to the dragonborn in a good-natured fashion, the wizards grip on her spell book relaxes. This would just be another thing she had to get used to.
[Good to have Pass Without Trace around! I suspect there will be dungeons where it will make more sense than in others.]
Seeker Mun watches all this with twinkling eyes. Quietly, she says, “Let my voice not falter when the oil is to be poured. Let the moment not pass me by.”
”Shall we, then?”
The party moves deeper into the chasm, and finds where Crataclak the tlincalli is resting. He had his back turned to you as you entered, studying a snow globe and cursing the mere thought of living in such an environment, though turns to face you as you enter. He seems a lot more erratic and irritable than the calm and complimentary Selvidos, as his scorpion form whirls around in his small store, his legs and tail smashing into all sorts of piles that clatter to the ground in heaps, though that doesn't seem to bother him, as there didn't seem to be much order to his hoard in the first place.
'Adventurers! Many! Here to trade I hope! I can offer goods, many good goods! What do you have to offer me back?'
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
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Daewen glances at Crataclak, a flicker of interest in the potential for trade crossing her features. However, noticing that Nemmonis still hasn't responded to her offered hand, a faint blush reappears on her cheeks. With a slow, almost hesitant movement, she retracts her hand, tucking it back to her side, before turning her full attention to the noisy tlincalli and the possibilities his junk hoard might hold.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?