After the battle, the dire wolf prowled the scene, its senses keen and alert. Amidst the scattered remnants of the skirmish, a subtle movement caught its attention - atop the cottage-sized remains of the giant toad, one of the numerous sacks twitched, its contents shifting ever so slightly.
A low growl rumbled in the wolf's throat as it approached cautiously, its instincts warning of potential danger.
Bound and gagged, Agnes had been captured by the frog-men during a deadly caravan raid. Unable to speak — or move her hands to cast her warlock invocations — she had been ignominiously stuffed into a sack along with her belongings, destined to be brought before a terrible bullywug chieftain.
OOC — In addition to Agnes and all of her gear. There is a pouch with 40gp. Other loot was left behind by fallen/missing teammates as well: a potion of healing and the silver short sword, Swan Song.
Yaudara rushed over and untied the woman. "You are safe now. I am Yaudara, of the Order of the Golden Lion. Who are you, and how did you come to be here?"
Rinn had picked up Swan Song and the potion while tending to Ichep and searching for the missing Balen, believing that the items best serve the living. He doesn't savor taking things off of his dead comrades, but it's necessary to survive in the Wilds. While the vulture may be ignoble at times, at least they survive.
He comes over to the wolf after talking with Yaudara about the necessity of what they did, and then comes over toToadstool. Just as he comments on the wolf's skill and asking him what he had found, suddenly the orc's wildshape growls.
The high elf starts to help the others get the woman out of the bullywug's bag, Yaudara being the one to finish untying her and asking her who she is. Rinn stands, leaning on his staff as he listens, his once dignified blue cloak now caked with muck and blood. He wonders who this traveller is; she must be from Havenford.
Despite the losses they suffered, at least they can say that they seemed to have helped someone from suffering a similarly-grim fate.
OOC - Did some consolidation so that we can flow neatly into Agnes's introduction. We can chat later about who gets what, but I'll keep the sword and potion for now.
Yaudara took a single goodberry, eyed it suspiciously, then ate it. The strange sensation spread throughout his body, and he noticed his open wound was a bit smaller.
"Thank you, good druid," he said to Toadstool. "Better give the rest of those to Rinn. I'm doing ok, and can heal anyone who needs it, after the berries."
Rinn is indeed a bit more injured than the rest, having come close to his demise against the ribbiting menaces. He smiles at the now-changed Toadstool as he offers the berries to all of them and says, "Thank you, friend," taking two of them and swallowing them.
2 HP healed.
The high elf looks at the woman who was just untied, and he says, "Don't worry. Toadstool may be big, he won't hurt you...and those berries are likely to heal any wound you may have."
He closes his eyes for a moment as he sighs in relief, feeling some of the pain leaving his body after swallowing the berries.
"My name is Eradin Siannodel, Journeyman Evoker of the Arcane Syndicate," says the elf to the former prisoner, "though, most just call me Rinn. I wonder...who are you and how did you end up in your predicament?"
The high elf wizard who is speaking is of medium build and clad in adventurer's clothes that have seen better days. From what she can tell, he wears a dark vest and pants, a white shirt, tall black boots, and dark blue cloak, all thoroughly soiled from the marsh and battle. His long silvery-blonde hair is damp with sweat and bog water. Rinn's green-and-gold eyes are staring at her, sizing her up, wondering who is it that they've saved.
At first, Agnes fights like a cornered cat. Wild eyed, curly brown hair flying in all directions, she writhes and kicks. Realizing that Yaudara isn’t a bullywug, she calms a bit, at least until she can be ungagged and and her bonds released. The human girl, in her early twenties, lays on the ground a few minutes, rubbing her hands as the blood rushes back into her extremities. After a few moments she looks around at the faces of her rescuers. Sitting up, she rubs her ankles. “Allo, Yaudara! I’m Agnes! Agnes Blum. I’m with Madam Zara’s people. Out of Havenford. Though I was with a traveling caravan. We were heading back to town from a moon festival when, when…” Agnes trails off, wiping her eyes. “They ambushed us on the road! Had a bag o’er me head afore I knew what was what! Wretched bullys! I’ll have to let Madam Zara know right quick!”
“Thanks for th’ help!” She looks Rinn up and down, taking in the blood. “It looks like them bullywugs weren’t in the mood to negotiate. Truly, thank you!” She smiles at Toadstool. “Thank you, but I’m not hurt. I don’t think. Seems they meant to hold me captive, or some such. I’m fine, really.”
Agnes slowly climbs to her feet and dusts off her clothes. Of modest stature, Agnes most prominent feature is her hair. Its auburn curls tumble down in unkempt ringlets nearly to her waist, spilling out in all directions at once. Several wilted flowers are trapped in it. She is thin of frame and dressed in simple garments. She still has delicate bracelets of braided dandelions on her wrists and ankles, although, like the flowers in her hair, they are crushed and wilted.
She cocks her head and smiles. "And what're you lot doing out 'ere in the wilds?"
Toadstool reaches out his hand and uses druidcraft to make flowers in her hair and bracelet to bloom with full strength (OOC I know I didn't have it prepared, swapped out Infestation as I did not use it today. Jyst for the rule of cool). As he does that you notice that he is MASSIVE. 7'3" (220cm) and more than 300 lbs. Just a huge, but desperately gentle hulk
"As my orcish companion says, we're exploring north, toward the Shadowfang Caverns, and we ran into these amphibians on our journey. Unfortunately, it ended badly for both parties, as one of our compatriots is now missing and another is dead. We should bury him before moving on."
Yaudara turned to Rinn. "Through Torm, I can heal you, if you wish it."
"Ah, a gift! Thanks!" Agnes says as Toadstool drops a handful of fleas into her hand. "Allo little ones..." Completely unphased, she leans down to the ground and blows them off onto the soggy ground. "There ya go. Off to busy yerselves wit somethin' t'do." Straightening up, she brushes her hands on her shirt, looking down at herself with a concerned expression. "Gracious, I'm filthy." She casts prestidigitation to clean her clothes and her hair. "And, did ya happen t'see my... Aha!" She steps over the bodies of the bullywugs, being sure to kick one as she goes, and gathers her equipment, backpack, crossbow, and sundry. She slips her studded leather about her torso. She reveals a cord strung about her neck, at the end of which is tied a piece of a sparkling, midnight blue crystal. She whispers a few words into it, gives it a little kiss, and tucks it back into her clothes. "Now, I'm fit for travel. And I'd be glad to come with you. These woods is far too dangerous to go alone."
Agnes listens to Yaudara, biting her lip. "I"m real sorry fer yer friend. I lost some of my friends, too. If ya like, I'll help ya lay 'em t'rest. "N who's yer friend who's missin'?"
"Some help would be appreciated, thanks. Our friend Balen charged into the fray after changing his shape to mimic the frog creatures we fought, and I fear all of them were lost in the bog."
The adventurers tended to their wounded and paid their last respects to their fallen before heading a bit deeper into the boggy, southern marsh.
They found a relatively dry stand of trees atop a grassy knoll where they camped for the night without incident.
If the map were to be believed, it would be about another half-day's journey to arrive at the mouth of the caverns.
Moving slowly, and more cautiously through this terrain would take a bit longer ... with perhaps one more night spend in the swamp before arriving at their destination.
OOC — A long rest occurred. After reviewing the map, your best guess is that you need to move about two hexes south. Time for another navigation check. Rinn has food and water covered due to the feature granted by his outlander background. Whoever is rolling must pass a Wisdom (Survival) roll [DC15], with advantage since you guys have a map, or risk becoming lost.
You have two options at this point with regard to travel pace:
Arrive there at midday today (normal travel pace).
Travel most of the way today, camp, and arrive early tomorrow (slow travel pace).
Rinn accepts the help from Yaudara, but at this point, his wounds have mostly reduced to a few bloody scrapes (full HP, but probably still some scratches due to being quite mauled from the frog-man). As this is done, Rinn agrees with Agnes that the bullywugs definitely weren't up for negotiations, "Quite honestly, if there were few more of them, I think I may have been next one written in the books of the Dead."
Rinn sees this human use her arcane cantrips, though he can sense that the Weave flows differently around her. He wonders if hers is of an unfamiliar school of magic, or perhaps, flows from some other origin entirely? Either way, he's glad to have another among their group who is a practitioner of the Art.
After they collect their dead, the funeral for the fallen is short and feels rather unceremonious. Ichep always seemed to prefer a bit more extravagance, but a simple stone marker and a solemn prayer will have to do.
That evening, Rinn is a bit standoff-ish, mournful over how much loss has happened so far in this short time. However, he still prepares his spells and spends time repairing his torn clothing; having long treks in the wilderness has made knowledge of such simple repairs a necessity.
On a lighter note, Agnes also gets to meet the elf's haughty tressym familiar, Rachael, who seems to find the wetlands completely distasteful, but endures them for the sake of getting some bites of dinner. She's a sleek, black feline with white tuffs on her ears and white on her paws. She seems to bring comfort to the high elf.
The next day, Rinn has been able to scavenge breakfast for them all, and they eat while consulting the map. Rinn looks over to Agnes, asking, "Thank you for yesterday, Agnes, with help with the burial. After everything you endured, that was very kind of you to find the strength to help us with our fallen comrades. Where do you think you will head now?" The mage doesn't want to assume that she's coming with them, though from where he stands, he thinks it would be the safest bet.
Agnes settles into campsite, wearily unequipping her backpack and assembling a simple hammock between the trunks of two trees. She ties it high up enough that she will need to climb into it. Although tired, she communes with her rescuers. When it is time to sleep, she nestles into her hammock. She rocks gently among the boughs, gazing at the stars.
At breakfast, she takes generous sips from her waterskin, grazing on some foraged berries and mushrooms. She offers some to Rachael. "I do love gentle critters. And what a darlin' thing ya are." She considers Rinn's comments seriously for a while. "There's always strength enough fer friends. We wouldn't get far in this world without others lendin' a hand. Certainly not in these parts. There's things out here that are quite frightful. Mother Moon was watchin' o'er me yesterday, for a certainty. I reckon I'll stay with you lot for a spell. If you'll have me. Eventually, I'll make m'way to Havenford."
After eating, Agnes quickly gathers her things. "Right then, lead the way, Toadstool!"
Rachael gladly laps up the water offered to her, purring softly and nudging her head against Agnes in thanks. Rinn is glad to hear Agnes agree to come with them, especially as he's sure that there are more bullywugs out in the marshes that would be happy to find lone travelers to snatch up.
Rinn puts his bag over his shoulders and Rachael disappears into her pocket dimension, much preferring to keep her paws dry. The high elf starts to follow the others, laughing a bit as Toadstool starts to quickly wander off with the map, the orc's eyes suggesting that he has gained another great insight on their path forward.
Traveling slowly throughout the day, the party made their way to the southern outskirts of the marshy terrain.
Once again, they camped, and once again, Rinn provided food and water for the group.
On the next morning, the morning of day three in the wild, the adventurers left the marsh behind them and entered the foothills of some rising mountainous terrain. Evergreens and deciduous trees shared the woods here in a way that the northern lands had not.
Ahead, in the distance, looming over the surrounding landscape, were the jagged peaks of the Shadowfang Mountains. Long, ominous shadows were cast that stretched across the rugged terrain. The mountains rose up like ancient sentinels, their craggy slopes etched with deep fissures and sheer cliffs. ALthough they could not see any particular cavern entrance just yet ... the shape of the mountains ahead were unmistakable. The group had traveled through the marshy swamp without getting turned around and arrived on the other side.
The adventurers noticed a distinct absence of wildlife in this area, the usual chirping of birds and rustling of small creatures had become eerily absent. A foul stench too, permeated the air, a nauseating odor from within the cavernous depths that lie somewhere ahead. The unmistakable odor of goblins ... lots of goblins.
Amongst the rugged terrain, rocky outcroppings and gnarled trees that dotted the landscape, a small gully lay between the adventurers and their goal.
OOC — One more evening was spent in the wilderness, and it is now early morning on day three. Another long rest occurred (no need to prepare new/different spells unless you want to), and there were no random encounters in the evening. It's time now for a group Dexterity (Stealth) check, it will be DC10. For a group check, if at least half succeed ... then the roll will be considered a success.
After the battle, the dire wolf prowled the scene, its senses keen and alert. Amidst the scattered remnants of the skirmish, a subtle movement caught its attention - atop the cottage-sized remains of the giant toad, one of the numerous sacks twitched, its contents shifting ever so slightly.
A low growl rumbled in the wolf's throat as it approached cautiously, its instincts warning of potential danger.
Bound and gagged, Agnes had been captured by the frog-men during a deadly caravan raid. Unable to speak — or move her hands to cast her warlock invocations — she had been ignominiously stuffed into a sack along with her belongings, destined to be brought before a terrible bullywug chieftain.
OOC — In addition to Agnes and all of her gear. There is a pouch with 40gp. Other loot was left behind by fallen/missing teammates as well: a potion of healing and the silver short sword, Swan Song.
Yaudara rushed over and untied the woman. "You are safe now. I am Yaudara, of the Order of the Golden Lion. Who are you, and how did you come to be here?"
Rinn had picked up Swan Song and the potion while tending to Ichep and searching for the missing Balen, believing that the items best serve the living. He doesn't savor taking things off of his dead comrades, but it's necessary to survive in the Wilds. While the vulture may be ignoble at times, at least they survive.
He comes over to the wolf after talking with Yaudara about the necessity of what they did, and then comes over toToadstool. Just as he comments on the wolf's skill and asking him what he had found, suddenly the orc's wildshape growls.
The high elf starts to help the others get the woman out of the bullywug's bag, Yaudara being the one to finish untying her and asking her who she is. Rinn stands, leaning on his staff as he listens, his once dignified blue cloak now caked with muck and blood. He wonders who this traveller is; she must be from Havenford.
Despite the losses they suffered, at least they can say that they seemed to have helped someone from suffering a similarly-grim fate.
OOC - Did some consolidation so that we can flow neatly into Agnes's introduction. We can chat later about who gets what, but I'll keep the sword and potion for now.
Toadstool pants a bit "No scent, no Balen, he is gone. Just. Gone. Just this soul, this poor soul. Oh my, oh no."
When Agnes is untied, he offers her some goodberries that are left. "Here, eat while fresh, yes, fresh"
Yaudara took a single goodberry, eyed it suspiciously, then ate it. The strange sensation spread throughout his body, and he noticed his open wound was a bit smaller.
"Thank you, good druid," he said to Toadstool. "Better give the rest of those to Rinn. I'm doing ok, and can heal anyone who needs it, after the berries."
1 HP healed
Rinn is indeed a bit more injured than the rest, having come close to his demise against the ribbiting menaces. He smiles at the now-changed Toadstool as he offers the berries to all of them and says, "Thank you, friend," taking two of them and swallowing them.
2 HP healed.
The high elf looks at the woman who was just untied, and he says, "Don't worry. Toadstool may be big, he won't hurt you...and those berries are likely to heal any wound you may have."
He closes his eyes for a moment as he sighs in relief, feeling some of the pain leaving his body after swallowing the berries.
"My name is Eradin Siannodel, Journeyman Evoker of the Arcane Syndicate," says the elf to the former prisoner, "though, most just call me Rinn. I wonder...who are you and how did you end up in your predicament?"
The high elf wizard who is speaking is of medium build and clad in adventurer's clothes that have seen better days. From what she can tell, he wears a dark vest and pants, a white shirt, tall black boots, and dark blue cloak, all thoroughly soiled from the marsh and battle. His long silvery-blonde hair is damp with sweat and bog water. Rinn's green-and-gold eyes are staring at her, sizing her up, wondering who is it that they've saved.
At first, Agnes fights like a cornered cat. Wild eyed, curly brown hair flying in all directions, she writhes and kicks. Realizing that Yaudara isn’t a bullywug, she calms a bit, at least until she can be ungagged and and her bonds released. The human girl, in her early twenties, lays on the ground a few minutes, rubbing her hands as the blood rushes back into her extremities. After a few moments she looks around at the faces of her rescuers. Sitting up, she rubs her ankles. “Allo, Yaudara! I’m Agnes! Agnes Blum. I’m with Madam Zara’s people. Out of Havenford. Though I was with a traveling caravan. We were heading back to town from a moon festival when, when…” Agnes trails off, wiping her eyes. “They ambushed us on the road! Had a bag o’er me head afore I knew what was what! Wretched bullys! I’ll have to let Madam Zara know right quick!”
“Thanks for th’ help!” She looks Rinn up and down, taking in the blood. “It looks like them bullywugs weren’t in the mood to negotiate. Truly, thank you!” She smiles at Toadstool. “Thank you, but I’m not hurt. I don’t think. Seems they meant to hold me captive, or some such. I’m fine, really.”
Agnes slowly climbs to her feet and dusts off her clothes. Of modest stature, Agnes most prominent feature is her hair. Its auburn curls tumble down in unkempt ringlets nearly to her waist, spilling out in all directions at once. Several wilted flowers are trapped in it. She is thin of frame and dressed in simple garments. She still has delicate bracelets of braided dandelions on her wrists and ankles, although, like the flowers in her hair, they are crushed and wilted.
She cocks her head and smiles. "And what're you lot doing out 'ere in the wilds?"
Toadstool looks at Agnes and goes "Your loss, your loss" and shoves rest of the Goodberries inside his tusked mouth.
Munch, munch Good, mm, goood uuh wait Agnes, don't, don't startle
Toadstool reaches out his hand and uses druidcraft to make flowers in her hair and bracelet to bloom with full strength (OOC I know I didn't have it prepared, swapped out Infestation as I did not use it today. Jyst for the rule of cool). As he does that you notice that he is MASSIVE. 7'3" (220cm) and more than 300 lbs. Just a huge, but desperately gentle hulk
We, we are exploring. Um goblins. Seen them?
"As my orcish companion says, we're exploring north, toward the Shadowfang Caverns, and we ran into these amphibians on our journey. Unfortunately, it ended badly for both parties, as one of our compatriots is now missing and another is dead. We should bury him before moving on."
Yaudara turned to Rinn. "Through Torm, I can heal you, if you wish it."
"Ah, a gift! Thanks!" Agnes says as Toadstool drops a handful of fleas into her hand. "Allo little ones..." Completely unphased, she leans down to the ground and blows them off onto the soggy ground. "There ya go. Off to busy yerselves wit somethin' t'do." Straightening up, she brushes her hands on her shirt, looking down at herself with a concerned expression. "Gracious, I'm filthy." She casts prestidigitation to clean her clothes and her hair. "And, did ya happen t'see my... Aha!" She steps over the bodies of the bullywugs, being sure to kick one as she goes, and gathers her equipment, backpack, crossbow, and sundry. She slips her studded leather about her torso. She reveals a cord strung about her neck, at the end of which is tied a piece of a sparkling, midnight blue crystal. She whispers a few words into it, gives it a little kiss, and tucks it back into her clothes. "Now, I'm fit for travel. And I'd be glad to come with you. These woods is far too dangerous to go alone."
Agnes listens to Yaudara, biting her lip. "I"m real sorry fer yer friend. I lost some of my friends, too. If ya like, I'll help ya lay 'em t'rest. "N who's yer friend who's missin'?"
"Some help would be appreciated, thanks. Our friend Balen charged into the fray after changing his shape to mimic the frog creatures we fought, and I fear all of them were lost in the bog."
The adventurers tended to their wounded and paid their last respects to their fallen before heading a bit deeper into the boggy, southern marsh.
They found a relatively dry stand of trees atop a grassy knoll where they camped for the night without incident.
If the map were to be believed, it would be about another half-day's journey to arrive at the mouth of the caverns.
Moving slowly, and more cautiously through this terrain would take a bit longer ... with perhaps one more night spend in the swamp before arriving at their destination.
OOC — A long rest occurred. After reviewing the map, your best guess is that you need to move about two hexes south. Time for another navigation check. Rinn has food and water covered due to the feature granted by his outlander background. Whoever is rolling must pass a Wisdom (Survival) roll [DC15], with advantage since you guys have a map, or risk becoming lost.
You have two options at this point with regard to travel pace:
Rinn accepts the help from Yaudara, but at this point, his wounds have mostly reduced to a few bloody scrapes (full HP, but probably still some scratches due to being quite mauled from the frog-man). As this is done, Rinn agrees with Agnes that the bullywugs definitely weren't up for negotiations, "Quite honestly, if there were few more of them, I think I may have been next one written in the books of the Dead."
Rinn sees this human use her arcane cantrips, though he can sense that the Weave flows differently around her. He wonders if hers is of an unfamiliar school of magic, or perhaps, flows from some other origin entirely? Either way, he's glad to have another among their group who is a practitioner of the Art.
After they collect their dead, the funeral for the fallen is short and feels rather unceremonious. Ichep always seemed to prefer a bit more extravagance, but a simple stone marker and a solemn prayer will have to do.
That evening, Rinn is a bit standoff-ish, mournful over how much loss has happened so far in this short time. However, he still prepares his spells and spends time repairing his torn clothing; having long treks in the wilderness has made knowledge of such simple repairs a necessity.
On a lighter note, Agnes also gets to meet the elf's haughty tressym familiar, Rachael, who seems to find the wetlands completely distasteful, but endures them for the sake of getting some bites of dinner. She's a sleek, black feline with white tuffs on her ears and white on her paws. She seems to bring comfort to the high elf.
The next day, Rinn has been able to scavenge breakfast for them all, and they eat while consulting the map. Rinn looks over to Agnes, asking, "Thank you for yesterday, Agnes, with help with the burial. After everything you endured, that was very kind of you to find the strength to help us with our fallen comrades. Where do you think you will head now?" The mage doesn't want to assume that she's coming with them, though from where he stands, he thinks it would be the safest bet.
Toadstool eats the breakfast provided by Rinn, looks at the map and goes
OOC with advantage 18/20 + 5 survival, so 25. This is my quota for high rolls
Uuuh, not really a map man, but this surely, surely helps. I know where to go, follow me, follow me!
Agnes settles into campsite, wearily unequipping her backpack and assembling a simple hammock between the trunks of two trees. She ties it high up enough that she will need to climb into it. Although tired, she communes with her rescuers. When it is time to sleep, she nestles into her hammock. She rocks gently among the boughs, gazing at the stars.
At breakfast, she takes generous sips from her waterskin, grazing on some foraged berries and mushrooms. She offers some to Rachael. "I do love gentle critters. And what a darlin' thing ya are." She considers Rinn's comments seriously for a while. "There's always strength enough fer friends. We wouldn't get far in this world without others lendin' a hand. Certainly not in these parts. There's things out here that are quite frightful. Mother Moon was watchin' o'er me yesterday, for a certainty. I reckon I'll stay with you lot for a spell. If you'll have me. Eventually, I'll make m'way to Havenford."
After eating, Agnes quickly gathers her things. "Right then, lead the way, Toadstool!"
As Toadstool heads off, Yaudara points in the opposite direction. "You're sure its not..."
He shakes his head. "You're probably right." He hefts his yklwa and follows the party.
Rachael gladly laps up the water offered to her, purring softly and nudging her head against Agnes in thanks. Rinn is glad to hear Agnes agree to come with them, especially as he's sure that there are more bullywugs out in the marshes that would be happy to find lone travelers to snatch up.
Rinn puts his bag over his shoulders and Rachael disappears into her pocket dimension, much preferring to keep her paws dry. The high elf starts to follow the others, laughing a bit as Toadstool starts to quickly wander off with the map, the orc's eyes suggesting that he has gained another great insight on their path forward.
The wizard follows the party.
Traveling slowly throughout the day, the party made their way to the southern outskirts of the marshy terrain.
Once again, they camped, and once again, Rinn provided food and water for the group.
On the next morning, the morning of day three in the wild, the adventurers left the marsh behind them and entered the foothills of some rising mountainous terrain. Evergreens and deciduous trees shared the woods here in a way that the northern lands had not.
Ahead, in the distance, looming over the surrounding landscape, were the jagged peaks of the Shadowfang Mountains. Long, ominous shadows were cast that stretched across the rugged terrain. The mountains rose up like ancient sentinels, their craggy slopes etched with deep fissures and sheer cliffs. ALthough they could not see any particular cavern entrance just yet ... the shape of the mountains ahead were unmistakable. The group had traveled through the marshy swamp without getting turned around and arrived on the other side.
The adventurers noticed a distinct absence of wildlife in this area, the usual chirping of birds and rustling of small creatures had become eerily absent. A foul stench too, permeated the air, a nauseating odor from within the cavernous depths that lie somewhere ahead. The unmistakable odor of goblins ... lots of goblins.
Amongst the rugged terrain, rocky outcroppings and gnarled trees that dotted the landscape, a small gully lay between the adventurers and their goal.
OOC — One more evening was spent in the wilderness, and it is now early morning on day three. Another long rest occurred (no need to prepare new/different spells unless you want to), and there were no random encounters in the evening. It's time now for a group Dexterity (Stealth) check, it will be DC10. For a group check, if at least half succeed ... then the roll will be considered a success.
Yaudara rolled and 18...and a 2, and has disadvantage on stealth.
Twinsies!!!
Toadstool got a 2+1=3