You all stand vigil throughout the ritual as the cleric persists through it. She moves to stand at his feet, hood raised on her cloak, hands clasped around her holy symbol in in front of her. The markings around the body glow and flash brightly, and a similar flash comes from between her fingers as they hold the amulet tightly. They go dark and the room falls silent. Flames of the candles around the room flicker as a gust of air washes over them.
Finally, the markings and her amulet slowly start to emit a soft glow, slowly increasing until almost blinding. And then again a bright, white flash, accompanied by a loud gasp as Sizan draws air in sharply for the first time since falling in the snow yesterday. He coughs, rolling over on his side slowly pushing himself up to a sitting position and looks around the room unsure of his surroundings.
(Sizan is alive, but has been through quite a lot to get back to his body. He currently has a -4 to all attack, ability and saving throw rolls. This will decrease by 1 each long rest).
After some time collecting yourselves, helping Sizan to his feet and updating him on the situation, you emerge from the chamber. Renaer and Mellanor are still there and seem relieved at the sight of Sizan walking along side you.
Renaer speaks up first: "I'm glad to see you back. You likely need some rest, though there is still much work to do."
Mellanor nods: "Yes - agreed on both points. I will take leave for now but when you feel up for it please visit Phaulkonmere again.
Mellanor turns and files out. Renaer jumps back in: "Mirt asked me to check in on the task he had given you. Have you found any information?"
Somewhere on the "road" to the City of Judgement...
(@all Spoilers are just filler regarding the transition, so feel free to ignore them)
As spectral matter silently dripped off an ethereal blade, the figure holding it nearly fell over in its seat upon one of the many scattered bleached boulders that dotted an otherwise barren wasteland. In catching himself, their form regains some of its lost visual stability, eventually resolving into the faint form of Sizan. He breathing came out hard as if suffering from exhaustion. Indeed, even as he sat trying to recuperate, his form kept flickering like a slowly dying flames. One would think knew what little he knew of the journey to the City -- the source of the constant tugging upon his very core -- prepared him for the dangers inherit to the journey: such as the lost who fought against the pull for too long, and inevitably began feeding upon travelers to sustain themselves.
The were worst dangers too. Even now he could hear the distant baying of beasts on the prowl, and of the far to rare occasion of feathered wings of the celestial on patrol. If he could but rest now... if he hadn't again gone out of his way to help another he hardly knew..
As a thoroughly exhausted Yuan-Ti spirit sat to rest, the familiar handle of an etheral shortsword disappeared. Confused but curious, he turns the hand around to see a stone -- more of a pebble, really.
""Your business … You were t...…… . from this plane far too …. here to help ……. back. On your return ……. continue...……. cation and ……. for such.""
Sizan flinches and starts clutching his head. "W-what?" He mutters as he frantically looks around. Seeing nothing had changed, but feeling an uncomfortable wetness to his cheek, Sizan started to rub at it. Only.... the feeling never went away...
"Let my power act …. beacon for your spirit. See …. here friend, seeking to repay the debt I owe you for …. trust and for your actions. Know this, you …. only one who carries secrets.
The Yuan-Ti scholar hops off the boulder, feeling such genuine ill-ease and panic for the first time as to not brace himself properly. He falls and drops the stone. Where it eventually settles the ground shifts and melts and twists all around. Without further warning, he feels the ground suddenly give way to water, leaving the Yuan-Ti floundering around for a few moments. Desperate now more than anything, Sizan starts trying to swim in the direction he thinks to be the surface. The more he thought to try however, the less his limbs responded to the call of action.
But this was okay, he felt without fully understanding why, or desiring to know for that matter. As he came to even embrace the calming feeling, Sizan felt another tug in another direction.
"... showing me the path to deal with the turmoil within me, you have given me the key to unravelling my own secrets.... share with you one of my own secrets."
'The dead have no need for secrets'Sizan thought dumbly back at the alien words entering his ears. And yet, sensing the beginnings of a harder tug in the new direction, Sizan couldn't help but look in the direction with anticipation. A name was spoken. And then...
Coughing up the last bit of spittle, dried blood, and even a bit of venom onto the ground, Sizan warily opens his eyes properly to begin taking in the scenery. The process of adjusting is a painful slow one. In the meantime, he is leery and jumpy at any sudden movement from the blurred figures. Touching him, in fact, elicits a hiss and a bearing of fangs. But the threats are as weak as his body was trembling at the moment.
"Who... where... My head... My...."He presses a hand against where he last remembered being struck down. In feeling nothing but only faint scars instead, he shakes head slowly again. "No sense... Where am I? What's-..."The rest dies in his far too parched throat as his vision finally stopped swimming long enough to take in the scenery. Then he feels something in hand, and goes to look at it. "Why by the nine do I have this?"He looks up squinting again, and after a moments pause he just goes, "... What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
A while later following updates...
Rather he liked to or not, Sizan had taken to staying close to Dori: even going so far as to lean against him whenever his legs felt about ready to buckle beneath him. But active attempts to do more than acting as a leaning post is met by faint hisses and muttered complaints before Sizan slipped inevitably into sullen silence. The same type of silence that followed since learning the "news" of his 'death'.
As if seeking to push aside active thinking for a while, Sizan tries stepping up to Renaer and giving a formal bow. There's some stumbling though; but, he catches himself in time to reassert the pose. "In the Yawning Portal, the zhents have agents there seeking to 'recruit' new members. An elf and half-orc pair... Or at very least, they seek temporary assistance into the matter of the item they hoped to get off you, milord.. The... the... I-it was a stone, wasn't?"He looks up at the question.
"Yes - the Stone of Golor it's called". Renaer kind of furls his brow. "I've never actually had it .. or even seen it. Or frankly even knew it really existed, until this whole mess started. See what you can find out about these two - at least find out their identities."
The moment Sizan showed signs of life, Dori was quick to scoop up the yuan ti and help them to their feet. So it bothered the goliath little when he became a leaning post for the formerly fallen comrade.
"We're clearly indebted for your services, but if at all possible, I think it'd be best if we made our way back to the manor for at least a couple days to recover from the ordeal before continuing any other tasks.
"Indeed", he replies. "Let's not call in indebted. Perhaps just a favour owed to each of those that helped. The rest you suggest is certainly earned, and at this point we have no trail to follow. Perhaps spend some time letting Sizan recuperate and getting yourselves established. If this stone is real, something will turn up before long."
As the ritual completes and Sizan breaths his first breath for many hours Gargan feels a deep feeling of relief cross over him, lifting a burden from his soul that he had been struggling to comprehend let alone deal with. As conversation continued amongst those gathered he chose instead to remain silent and contemplate the events of the day, in particular his own reactions to the situation and the words he had spoken during the ritual. Any looking at him would see a grim look upon his face despite the success of their efforts.
As things start to break up and the group gets a moment alone Gargan takes the chance to speak at last. “It gladdens me to see you returned friend. Though it intrigues me greatly I will not ask of you what you experienced but merely be content that we managed to save you. You must be so weary now friend, as Dori suggests we should rest for some time and gather our thoughts.”
Turning to Cloudfur he continues: “Though we have dealt with the immediate threat to undecliff we have not yet returned to the enclave and formally concluded the task at hand though they know of the events. Why don’t the two of us speak with them before joining Dori and Sizan at the manor?”
Sizan grimaced at the mention of debt. And to noone's surprise that noticed it, no assurance alleviated the faint concern on the Yuan-Ti's face. On the other hand, he had seemed on the verge of speaking at the mention of identities. But his eyes soon grew distant, and for a time focus on the present wouldn't return until Gargan spoke up; whom up until then had gone ignored, if only due to the dragon's own silence.
Even with the mask down, on a good day it was hard to tell what Sizan was thinking at any given moment. But as he stared at Gargan, he definitely seemed speculative and uncertain. As if belatedly realizing Dori's discomfort however, the rogue forced himself to stand up his own. "Until the furnishings are more inline... I...stay at the portal... Where's its warmer..." He pauses to catch his breathe. "And take this with you... just in case... Streets... not always safe..."Sizan unlatches his Healer's Kit and offers it to Gargan and Cloudfur. Once the item is handed off, he'll look to Renaer. "Milord... if something comes up... while I rest.... if you... if you could assign someone else...to assist them... it'd be... appa… appreciated." He says breathily. "T-to... dangerous.. to lose too much momentum."He insists, forcing some semblance of firmness to his voice near the end.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(As far as I am aware that while you told him what happened he didn’t tell us anything in return aside from asking him to visit the enclave? I assumed that we would properly conclude the task then but maybe I misunderstood!)
(In the interest of getting things moving I'm going to montage this a bit. For daily costs during downtime you can just use the costs in the lifestyle expenses table here, using whatever level of lifestyle you selected for your character: https://www.dndbeyond.com/compendium/rules/phb/equipment#Expenses)
It is early afternoon by the time you are wrapped up at the Hall of Justice. You summon a dray and pile in. It drops Dori and Sizan off at the Yawning Portal, while the others continue on to Phaulkonmere.
Being some time in between midday and evening the tavern is not particularly busy. Durnan and Bonnie are there preparing for the inevitable evening rush. Dori speaks with Durnan briefly, updating him on recent events, and securing rooms for the next few days. You help Sizan get organized in his room, after which you can each do as you wish.
Gargan and Cloudfur arrive at Phaulkonmere, where you meet Mellanor again. Jeryth does not make an 'appearance' this time. You relay confirmation of your success eliminating the scarecrow situation, and also that there were in fact three creatures rather than just one. "We are of course most grateful for your assistance, and sorry about the near loss of life. We did not expect something so formidable or I would have prepared you better. Now there would normally be a reward for completing a task like this but I'm sure you understand if we call it even at this point. Please know though that, this is not to be considered some kind of debt to be worked off. We hope that you will continue to work with the enclave and, in fact would be happy to extend membership to any of you that wish it."
"In the mean time, there is in fact more work to be done. Sir Ambrose Everdawn, a grizzled old champion of Kelemvor, has offered to help the City Guard catch a necromancer who’s stealing bones from the City of the Dead and animating them as skeletons. Sir Ambrose could use your help, if you’re not too busy. He is setting up nightly patrols in the area and needs some volunteers for a few nights. You can meet him there at the beginning of any evening."
"I would like to offer our deepest thanks for your aid this day, you have done much for our friend. You have been most kind to us and I shall never forget this. If you learn any more about the source of the scarecrows then I would be most interested to learn of it, as I'm sure you can appreciate we have a very personal connection to the matter now. A necromancer you say, this is intriguing while also disturbing. We will go to Sir Ambrose and lend him aid in this, once our friend has a chance to recover. I'm sure that you understand."
Once again finding himself among the splendor of Phaulkonmere, Cloudfur greets Mellanor again and also thanks him for the help with Sizan.
"Nature is about balance, without darkness there can be no light is that not so? If the Enclave is about preserving this balance, does a necromancer not have every right to be here as a blessed paladin of Lathander? Perhaps this Sir Ambrose is taking this a bit more personally, or it is his Lord Kelemvor who is upset this Nectomancer is stealing souls before they can receive his judgement. Regardless, we shall seek out this Everdawn and attempt to solve this problem because I have pledged myself to the Enclave, and the Enclave wills it." and with that he will bow to Mellanor and take his leave.
However before leaving the gardens of the villa, he will stop at one tree that appears to not be doing as well as the rest in the garden, dig a small hole in the dirt between its roots, place 1 dragon in the hole, cover it and whisper a blessing to Silvanus to care for this tree.
Mellanor smiles and chuckles a bit at Cloudfur's response. "My dear Cloudfur - were only the rest of the world to share this viewpoint and that we could all just leave each other be. Balance it is important, but there are also things that are just plain evil. If left unchecked I can assure you that balance would not be their goal. In a case such as this, maintaining balance can only really be achieved by eliminating it. Perhaps when you encounter this being you may gain better understanding.
Roll an investigation check for the tree ..
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DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara- Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
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[Nature: 17]
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Persuasion: 20
Arcana:18
You all stand vigil throughout the ritual as the cleric persists through it. She moves to stand at his feet, hood raised on her cloak, hands clasped around her holy symbol in in front of her. The markings around the body glow and flash brightly, and a similar flash comes from between her fingers as they hold the amulet tightly. They go dark and the room falls silent. Flames of the candles around the room flicker as a gust of air washes over them.
Finally, the markings and her amulet slowly start to emit a soft glow, slowly increasing until almost blinding. And then again a bright, white flash, accompanied by a loud gasp as Sizan draws air in sharply for the first time since falling in the snow yesterday. He coughs, rolling over on his side slowly pushing himself up to a sitting position and looks around the room unsure of his surroundings.
(Sizan is alive, but has been through quite a lot to get back to his body. He currently has a -4 to all attack, ability and saving throw rolls. This will decrease by 1 each long rest).
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
After some time collecting yourselves, helping Sizan to his feet and updating him on the situation, you emerge from the chamber. Renaer and Mellanor are still there and seem relieved at the sight of Sizan walking along side you.
Renaer speaks up first: "I'm glad to see you back. You likely need some rest, though there is still much work to do."
Mellanor nods: "Yes - agreed on both points. I will take leave for now but when you feel up for it please visit Phaulkonmere again.
Mellanor turns and files out. Renaer jumps back in: "Mirt asked me to check in on the task he had given you. Have you found any information?"
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Sizan Sidrosin
Somewhere on the "road" to the City of Judgement...
(@all Spoilers are just filler regarding the transition, so feel free to ignore them)
As spectral matter silently dripped off an ethereal blade, the figure holding it nearly fell over in its seat upon one of the many scattered bleached boulders that dotted an otherwise barren wasteland. In catching himself, their form regains some of its lost visual stability, eventually resolving into the faint form of Sizan. He breathing came out hard as if suffering from exhaustion. Indeed, even as he sat trying to recuperate, his form kept flickering like a slowly dying flames. One would think knew what little he knew of the journey to the City -- the source of the constant tugging upon his very core -- prepared him for the dangers inherit to the journey: such as the lost who fought against the pull for too long, and inevitably began feeding upon travelers to sustain themselves.
The were worst dangers too. Even now he could hear the distant baying of beasts on the prowl, and of the far to rare occasion of feathered wings of the celestial on patrol. If he could but rest now... if he hadn't again gone out of his way to help another he hardly knew..
As a thoroughly exhausted Yuan-Ti spirit sat to rest, the familiar handle of an etheral shortsword disappeared. Confused but curious, he turns the hand around to see a stone -- more of a pebble, really.
""Your business … You were t...…… . from this plane far too …. here to help ……. back. On your return ……. continue...……. cation and ……. for such.""
Sizan flinches and starts clutching his head. "W-what?" He mutters as he frantically looks around. Seeing nothing had changed, but feeling an uncomfortable wetness to his cheek, Sizan started to rub at it. Only.... the feeling never went away...
"Let my power act …. beacon for your spirit. See …. here friend, seeking to repay the debt I owe you for …. trust and for your actions. Know this, you …. only one who carries secrets.
The Yuan-Ti scholar hops off the boulder, feeling such genuine ill-ease and panic for the first time as to not brace himself properly. He falls and drops the stone. Where it eventually settles the ground shifts and melts and twists all around. Without further warning, he feels the ground suddenly give way to water, leaving the Yuan-Ti floundering around for a few moments. Desperate now more than anything, Sizan starts trying to swim in the direction he thinks to be the surface. The more he thought to try however, the less his limbs responded to the call of action.
But this was okay, he felt without fully understanding why, or desiring to know for that matter. As he came to even embrace the calming feeling, Sizan felt another tug in another direction.
"... showing me the path to deal with the turmoil within me, you have given me the key to unravelling my own secrets.... share with you one of my own secrets."
'The dead have no need for secrets' Sizan thought dumbly back at the alien words entering his ears. And yet, sensing the beginnings of a harder tug in the new direction, Sizan couldn't help but look in the direction with anticipation. A name was spoken. And then...
Coughing up the last bit of spittle, dried blood, and even a bit of venom onto the ground, Sizan warily opens his eyes properly to begin taking in the scenery. The process of adjusting is a painful slow one. In the meantime, he is leery and jumpy at any sudden movement from the blurred figures. Touching him, in fact, elicits a hiss and a bearing of fangs. But the threats are as weak as his body was trembling at the moment.
"Who... where... My head... My...." He presses a hand against where he last remembered being struck down. In feeling nothing but only faint scars instead, he shakes head slowly again. "No sense... Where am I? What's-..." The rest dies in his far too parched throat as his vision finally stopped swimming long enough to take in the scenery. Then he feels something in hand, and goes to look at it. "Why by the nine do I have this?" He looks up squinting again, and after a moments pause he just goes, "... What? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
A while later following updates...
Rather he liked to or not, Sizan had taken to staying close to Dori: even going so far as to lean against him whenever his legs felt about ready to buckle beneath him. But active attempts to do more than acting as a leaning post is met by faint hisses and muttered complaints before Sizan slipped inevitably into sullen silence. The same type of silence that followed since learning the "news" of his 'death'.
As if seeking to push aside active thinking for a while, Sizan tries stepping up to Renaer and giving a formal bow. There's some stumbling though; but, he catches himself in time to reassert the pose. "In the Yawning Portal, the zhents have agents there seeking to 'recruit' new members. An elf and half-orc pair... Or at very least, they seek temporary assistance into the matter of the item they hoped to get off you, milord.. The... the... I-it was a stone, wasn't?" He looks up at the question.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Yes - the Stone of Golor it's called". Renaer kind of furls his brow. "I've never actually had it .. or even seen it. Or frankly even knew it really existed, until this whole mess started. See what you can find out about these two - at least find out their identities."
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
The moment Sizan showed signs of life, Dori was quick to scoop up the yuan ti and help them to their feet. So it bothered the goliath little when he became a leaning post for the formerly fallen comrade.
"We're clearly indebted for your services, but if at all possible, I think it'd be best if we made our way back to the manor for at least a couple days to recover from the ordeal before continuing any other tasks.
"Indeed", he replies. "Let's not call in indebted. Perhaps just a favour owed to each of those that helped. The rest you suggest is certainly earned, and at this point we have no trail to follow. Perhaps spend some time letting Sizan recuperate and getting yourselves established. If this stone is real, something will turn up before long."
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Gargan
As the ritual completes and Sizan breaths his first breath for many hours Gargan feels a deep feeling of relief cross over him, lifting a burden from his soul that he had been struggling to comprehend let alone deal with. As conversation continued amongst those gathered he chose instead to remain silent and contemplate the events of the day, in particular his own reactions to the situation and the words he had spoken during the ritual. Any looking at him would see a grim look upon his face despite the success of their efforts.
As things start to break up and the group gets a moment alone Gargan takes the chance to speak at last. “It gladdens me to see you returned friend. Though it intrigues me greatly I will not ask of you what you experienced but merely be content that we managed to save you. You must be so weary now friend, as Dori suggests we should rest for some time and gather our thoughts.”
Turning to Cloudfur he continues: “Though we have dealt with the immediate threat to undecliff we have not yet returned to the enclave and formally concluded the task at hand though they know of the events. Why don’t the two of us speak with them before joining Dori and Sizan at the manor?”
Sizan Sidrosin
Sizan grimaced at the mention of debt. And to noone's surprise that noticed it, no assurance alleviated the faint concern on the Yuan-Ti's face. On the other hand, he had seemed on the verge of speaking at the mention of identities. But his eyes soon grew distant, and for a time focus on the present wouldn't return until Gargan spoke up; whom up until then had gone ignored, if only due to the dragon's own silence.
Even with the mask down, on a good day it was hard to tell what Sizan was thinking at any given moment. But as he stared at Gargan, he definitely seemed speculative and uncertain. As if belatedly realizing Dori's discomfort however, the rogue forced himself to stand up his own. "Until the furnishings are more inline... I...stay at the portal... Where's its warmer..." He pauses to catch his breathe. "And take this with you... just in case... Streets... not always safe..." Sizan unlatches his Healer's Kit and offers it to Gargan and Cloudfur. Once the item is handed off, he'll look to Renaer. "Milord... if something comes up... while I rest.... if you... if you could assign someone else...to assist them... it'd be... appa… appreciated." He says breathily. "T-to... dangerous.. to lose too much momentum." He insists, forcing some semblance of firmness to his voice near the end.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Renaer raises a brow "A strange request but I will pass it on to Mirt. For now I must go - we will see each other before long I imagine"
(So I gather the plan is Dori and Sizan to the portal, and Gargan/Cloudfur with a stop over at the enclave?)
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
(Do we need to go to the Enclave? Mellanor is my contact - AFAIK I have checked in with him to report our progress.)
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
(As far as I am aware that while you told him what happened he didn’t tell us anything in return aside from asking him to visit the enclave? I assumed that we would properly conclude the task then but maybe I misunderstood!)
(I would say at this point you have concluded your task .. but he did say he had more work for you.)
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
(Fair enough! Well unless folk object maybe we can at least find out what the next task he has for us is?)
(In the interest of getting things moving I'm going to montage this a bit. For daily costs during downtime you can just use the costs in the lifestyle expenses table here, using whatever level of lifestyle you selected for your character: https://www.dndbeyond.com/compendium/rules/phb/equipment#Expenses)
It is early afternoon by the time you are wrapped up at the Hall of Justice. You summon a dray and pile in. It drops Dori and Sizan off at the Yawning Portal, while the others continue on to Phaulkonmere.
Being some time in between midday and evening the tavern is not particularly busy. Durnan and Bonnie are there preparing for the inevitable evening rush. Dori speaks with Durnan briefly, updating him on recent events, and securing rooms for the next few days. You help Sizan get organized in his room, after which you can each do as you wish.
Gargan and Cloudfur arrive at Phaulkonmere, where you meet Mellanor again. Jeryth does not make an 'appearance' this time. You relay confirmation of your success eliminating the scarecrow situation, and also that there were in fact three creatures rather than just one. "We are of course most grateful for your assistance, and sorry about the near loss of life. We did not expect something so formidable or I would have prepared you better. Now there would normally be a reward for completing a task like this but I'm sure you understand if we call it even at this point. Please know though that, this is not to be considered some kind of debt to be worked off. We hope that you will continue to work with the enclave and, in fact would be happy to extend membership to any of you that wish it."
"In the mean time, there is in fact more work to be done. Sir Ambrose Everdawn, a grizzled old champion of Kelemvor, has offered to help the City Guard catch a necromancer who’s stealing bones from the City of the Dead and animating them as skeletons. Sir Ambrose could use your help, if you’re not too busy. He is setting up nightly patrols in the area and needs some volunteers for a few nights. You can meet him there at the beginning of any evening."
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Gargan
"I would like to offer our deepest thanks for your aid this day, you have done much for our friend. You have been most kind to us and I shall never forget this. If you learn any more about the source of the scarecrows then I would be most interested to learn of it, as I'm sure you can appreciate we have a very personal connection to the matter now. A necromancer you say, this is intriguing while also disturbing. We will go to Sir Ambrose and lend him aid in this, once our friend has a chance to recover. I'm sure that you understand."
Cloudfur
Once again finding himself among the splendor of Phaulkonmere, Cloudfur greets Mellanor again and also thanks him for the help with Sizan.
"Nature is about balance, without darkness there can be no light is that not so? If the Enclave is about preserving this balance, does a necromancer not have every right to be here as a blessed paladin of Lathander? Perhaps this Sir Ambrose is taking this a bit more personally, or it is his Lord Kelemvor who is upset this Nectomancer is stealing souls before they can receive his judgement. Regardless, we shall seek out this Everdawn and attempt to solve this problem because I have pledged myself to the Enclave, and the Enclave wills it." and with that he will bow to Mellanor and take his leave.
However before leaving the gardens of the villa, he will stop at one tree that appears to not be doing as well as the rest in the garden, dig a small hole in the dirt between its roots, place 1 dragon in the hole, cover it and whisper a blessing to Silvanus to care for this tree.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Mellanor smiles and chuckles a bit at Cloudfur's response. "My dear Cloudfur - were only the rest of the world to share this viewpoint and that we could all just leave each other be. Balance it is important, but there are also things that are just plain evil. If left unchecked I can assure you that balance would not be their goal. In a case such as this, maintaining balance can only really be achieved by eliminating it. Perhaps when you encounter this being you may gain better understanding.
Roll an investigation check for the tree ..
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory