The party spends the next hour resting in the throne room of Axeholm. Zephyros sits upon the throne puffing on his pipe while the rest of the group gathers around and gives the battle-hardened veteran some good-natured grief for it. Even Lyra joins in on the fun. She runs up to the throne before offering a formal curtsy, saying, "Milord Ironheart, your majesty is honorable and noble... and and... oh, I can't help it!" She runs and jumps on Zephyros' lap and continues, "I would like a pony, and some more of those delicious potions Adabra makes... and hmm, oh I know, a..." She whispers into Zephyros' ear. She glances at Meira before turning back to the warrior, and ends with a laugh and jumps down off the warrior's lap.
Zephyros,
"...a really nice handheld mirror for Meira. She's super awesome and always has nice hair, but after battle, well..." She stops to glance at Meira before turning back to you. "...It can get a little messy."
Everyone,
You have benefited from a short rest. While resting, please give me a perception check.
"You did well. I was impressed." Alisande nods courteously as Meira lowers her voice, her lips quirking into a small smile. "If mountain-shaking dragons are as amenable to your gifts of oratory as doleful undead knights, we may not require Axeholm at all."
During the respite in the party's campaign to secure the fortress, the mage sits down and pores over her spellbook, a hefty white tome bound by some peculiar shell-like material whose conch-like spiral patterns are interrupted by several golden stars.
Zephyros smiles as the others joke about him being a lord. "Heh... no way. I'm a grunt. Always was... always will be."He says in response. Though the last word is muffled by the "Oof." he lets out as Lyra jumps into his lap. He laughs with her as she whispers in her ear, giving a smile to Meira as well. 'It's nice laughing again.' the warrior thinks after the recent events had been so sad.
As Zephyros begins to feel better, he looks around the throne and the rest of the room for anything of value. Once the search is complete. The bearded warrior wearing a red cloak begins opening the doors around the throne room to get his bearings in the fortress and help determine their next direction.
Perception from earlier: 19 or new roll 7 =(
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Everyone,
The party spends the next hour resting in the throne room of Axeholm. Zephyros sits upon the throne puffing on his pipe while the rest of the group gathers around and gives the battle-hardened veteran some good-natured grief for it. Even Lyra joins in on the fun. She runs up to the throne before offering a formal curtsy, saying, "Milord Ironheart, your majesty is honorable and noble... and and... oh, I can't help it!" She runs and jumps on Zephyros' lap and continues, "I would like a pony, and some more of those delicious potions Adabra makes... and hmm, oh I know, a..." She whispers into Zephyros' ear. She glances at Meira before turning back to the warrior, and ends with a laugh and jumps down off the warrior's lap.
Zephyros,
"...a really nice handheld mirror for Meira. She's super awesome and always has nice hair, but after battle, well..." She stops to glance at Meira before turning back to you. "...It can get a little messy."
Everyone,
You have benefited from a short rest. While resting, please give me a perception check.
What would you like to do now?
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights. DM for Dragons of Icespire Peak Pbp
"You did well. I was impressed." Alisande nods courteously as Meira lowers her voice, her lips quirking into a small smile. "If mountain-shaking dragons are as amenable to your gifts of oratory as doleful undead knights, we may not require Axeholm at all."
During the respite in the party's campaign to secure the fortress, the mage sits down and pores over her spellbook, a hefty white tome bound by some peculiar shell-like material whose conch-like spiral patterns are interrupted by several golden stars.
Perception: 20
ACTION: Arcane Recovery. Restoring one level 2 spell slot.
ACTION: Ritual cast Detect Magic.
Zephyros smiles as the others joke about him being a lord. "Heh... no way. I'm a grunt. Always was... always will be." He says in response. Though the last word is muffled by the "Oof." he lets out as Lyra jumps into his lap. He laughs with her as she whispers in her ear, giving a smile to Meira as well. 'It's nice laughing again.' the warrior thinks after the recent events had been so sad.
As Zephyros begins to feel better, he looks around the throne and the rest of the room for anything of value. Once the search is complete. The bearded warrior wearing a red cloak begins opening the doors around the throne room to get his bearings in the fortress and help determine their next direction.
Perception from earlier: 19 or new roll 7 =(