Once all of the enemies had been slain, Daisy casts healing word on Burnic in hopes of getting him up. She then rushes over to Orien's side, ready to perform more healing magic if the others were too spent from the fight.
Orien makes his next death save and rolls a 20 on his next one bringing him up at 1 hit point. He casts cure wounds for 5 hp. “Is everyone okay?” He begins washing and wrapping his nasty puckered slash…
there are 4 daggers 2 scimitars (darkling ash) 4sp a decorative sash clasp and a death dog corpse (nature or arcana DC 12) followed by (survival DC 14).
"Is everyone alright?" She asks as she glances at the others before surveying the area. "I can keep watch if you need to rest." Daisy offers, knowing that she was lucky not to be hit during the scuffle.
Burnic says Thank you all. I would not have survived without you. This quest is more challenging than I expected. It's good to have friends to help carry the burden.
1HD +10hp nice. He seems ready to go as he gets back up on his feet.
The eastern horizon is lightening as dawn is on its way.
”We should look for a shadow gate or portal near here, then we need to find somewhere safe I haven’t yet adapted to the full light of day yet.” Orien says with a growl in his stomach.
Kel would be slowly awaking, the prince wasnt used to combat in this new body. He would stand up and look up at the party, he gave a small smile knowing eveyrone was alright, although he didnt show it much he cared deeply for his companions. He would half walk, half waddle over, still wearing the 'royal children's outfit' he had been given. "Are you all alright?"
As the party takes a bit of time to search their surroundings, they each notice something strange and unique about this area.
Daisy 🌼
As a Druid you are intimately familiar with the ecology of Blackwoods, there are many hard to find plants and critters here. As you explore more and more you may gather enough ingredients to make 3 potions or 2 healer’s kits…
Burnic 🔥
As a devoted follower of Clangedin you realize these bones are the remains of his avatar. Your hands tremble as you frantically search through the area finally under a black inky ooze your hand finds a hilt as you tug and pull and axe resizes and pulls free… (history or religion may recognize this obviously dwarven blade…)
Kel 🐉
Just inside the massive skull as the sun is just cresting the horizon and shadows are as long and dark as possible, you see a shadow pool in its reflection your dark vision reveals a landscape entirely different from where you are right now. You found a shadow pool !
Ryu 🦅
In tune with your surroundings you notice the golden hawk from earlier, it has followed and watched you these last few hours. Your breath held in wonder as it glides down and transforms into a small birdfolk with golden feathers it speaks in a language you somehow know, “Your in great danger here every day this place is filled with a deadly gas it may be too late- FLEE!” With the last sounding as a piercing screech they once again transform flying away. Your hand reaches out as a golden feather glides into your reach.
Burnic shows the axe to the party, and asks Friends. Are any of you familiar with History? Or does anyone recognize this axe. History was not my focus while training, but I sense this axe is special.
"It is time we move on", Ryu spoke slowly and softly, lost in thought. He was beginning to think that he wasn't able to distinguish between dream and reality.
Survival: 17
"I suggest we keep moving and stay alert". Ryu no longer spoke softly with these words. He spoke with a hint of authority in his voice.
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Once all of the enemies had been slain, Daisy casts healing word on Burnic in hopes of getting him up. She then rushes over to Orien's side, ready to perform more healing magic if the others were too spent from the fight.
(11 healing for Burnic c:)
🐇🐇🐇
Kel seemed near exhaustion as he slumped over and passed out, due to the healing magic passed on him he would be alright.
Orien death save 1
That’s a crit fail counts as 2 fails Orien’s wound is blackening and his breath is in gasps, Daisy is witnessing a horrible scene…
Orien makes his next death save and rolls a 20 on his next one bringing him up at 1 hit point. He casts cure wounds for 5 hp. “Is everyone okay?” He begins washing and wrapping his nasty puckered slash…
there are 4 daggers 2 scimitars (darkling ash) 4sp a decorative sash clasp and a death dog corpse (nature or arcana DC 12) followed by (survival DC 14).
You may short rest or push on…
"Is everyone alright?" She asks as she glances at the others before surveying the area. "I can keep watch if you need to rest." Daisy offers, knowing that she was lucky not to be hit during the scuffle.
🐇🐇🐇
Burnic says Thank you all. I would not have survived without you. This quest is more challenging than I expected. It's good to have friends to help carry the burden.
Orien simply lays back and rests for an hour.
1HD +10hp nice. He seems ready to go as he gets back up on his feet.
The eastern horizon is lightening as dawn is on its way.
”We should look for a shadow gate or portal near here, then we need to find somewhere safe I haven’t yet adapted to the full light of day yet.” Orien says with a growl in his stomach.
A short rest would be good.
Kel would be slowly awaking, the prince wasnt used to combat in this new body. He would stand up and look up at the party, he gave a small smile knowing eveyrone was alright, although he didnt show it much he cared deeply for his companions. He would half walk, half waddle over, still wearing the 'royal children's outfit' he had been given. "Are you all alright?"
Do I have the 1 HP required to use hit dice for a short rest?
Yes Daisy healed you for +12 hp.
(Ill be gone for the next 4 days)
(Hey guys! Im back!)
As the party takes a bit of time to search their surroundings, they each notice something strange and unique about this area.
Daisy 🌼
As a Druid you are intimately familiar with the ecology of Blackwoods, there are many hard to find plants and critters here. As you explore more and more you may gather enough ingredients to make 3 potions or 2 healer’s kits…
Burnic 🔥
As a devoted follower of Clangedin you realize these bones are the remains of his avatar. Your hands tremble as you frantically search through the area finally under a black inky ooze your hand finds a hilt as you tug and pull and axe resizes and pulls free… (history or religion may recognize this obviously dwarven blade…)
Kel 🐉
Just inside the massive skull as the sun is just cresting the horizon and shadows are as long and dark as possible, you see a shadow pool in its reflection your dark vision reveals a landscape entirely different from where you are right now. You found a shadow pool !
Ryu 🦅
In tune with your surroundings you notice the golden hawk from earlier, it has followed and watched you these last few hours. Your breath held in wonder as it glides down and transforms into a small birdfolk with golden feathers it speaks in a language you somehow know, “Your in great danger here every day this place is filled with a deadly gas it may be too late- FLEE!” With the last sounding as a piercing screech they once again transform flying away. Your hand reaches out as a golden feather glides into your reach.
Kel would look at the shadow pool, he tried to remember something he knew of these history check: 2, but failed to remember anything critical really.
he would dip his foot into the shadow pool.
( A shadow pool is a planar portal) Kel experiments and discovers that he could move into the landscape on the other side if he wanted to.
Burnic shows the axe to the party, and asks Friends. Are any of you familiar with History? Or does anyone recognize this axe. History was not my focus while training, but I sense this axe is special.
"It is time we move on", Ryu spoke slowly and softly, lost in thought. He was beginning to think that he wasn't able to distinguish between dream and reality.
Survival: 17
"I suggest we keep moving and stay alert". Ryu no longer spoke softly with these words. He spoke with a hint of authority in his voice.