Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Torq will sit and listen to Valeera's view of their escapades with enthusiasm.  He was interested in hearing her rendition of the events.  When Rowan offers the tea and crackers he cocks his head curiously and thinks about the choice of whether to take part in the meal or not.  He'll watch with great interest, Valeera grab the offered refreshments and shrug deciding to follow along and take a cup and a few crackers as well. "Thank you. They smell delicious." he says.

(Do we need to roll for anything?)

"Thanks Rowan." Aryn says.  Aryn will take the tea and crackers then look to Mucor and whisper, "This could be a good way to prove you're not a bad person.  Of course, you might die, but I forbid you to do that."  She'll lightly press his hand as she says this and wait for the others to choose before eating.

Ah screw it. I've already been blown up. Dying from tea doesn't seem so bad. Gaelin thinks to himself and takes the tea and crackers with a nod.  "Thank you Rowan."

(You don't have to roll anything.)

Rowan sits and grabs a cup of tea and a few crackers and begins to eat and drink.  Valeera follows closely behind followed by any who decide to join in.  The tea is warm and sweet but as it hits your throat you feel a cool numbing sensation as if it's coating your throat.  Rowan exhales and you see a small cloud of frost emit from her mouth.  Even Valeera's molten hot breath is cooled for a split second as she exhales a puff of cold air.  Each who drinks does the same and you feel a bead of warmth form in your stomach. The warmth spreads and your breath returns to normal.  You take a bite of the cracker and the spiced cracker tastes delicious.  A sweet and spicy sensation floods your taste buds and you feel suddenly refreshed and at ease.  You unconsciously relax and a thin content smile creeps across your faces as the magical meal calms the air from a tense day.  You continue drinking and eating while Valeera finishes recounting all the adventures of the Lightbringers and how Gaelin and the others were kind enough to accompany Valeera on her short return.  You can see through the few windows of Rowan's home the sun remains locked in it's ever setting location shedding dim amber light through sparse rays that pierce the forest canopy.  You know hours have passed and with a DC 12 WIS or INT save would know it's around midnight back home.

"Well, it seems Valeera's stories of your bravery and ability were true. Impressive." Rowan says upon Valeera finishing her narrative of events. "Though I'm sad I won't get another hundred years or so with you, I'm glad you are safe and have returned to give your goodbyes.  I do hope you'll occasionally visit... and while you are here, I could use a bit of help around the village and with some lycans. They've been attempting to expand their territory as of late. I've been able to hold them at bay but with your help we might just be able to deal them a mortal blow.  A conversation for tomorrow perhaps.  For now you should prepare to rest. I can make accommodations for you here in the village or perhaps, Valeera would share her den with you."

(Jinara & Mucor- let me know if you are participating in the meal.  Everyone- You can choose to sleep in Valeera's den or in the village, let me know where you'd like to sleep.  If anyone has questions or wants to RP more in Rowan's home feel free.)

Mucor would turn and smile to Aryn. "I think I will accept the meal. I think if anything is going to get me killed, it will be you." He would say with a wink and and a small huff through his nose (definitally would have been a minotaur snort) he would place one of his hands on top of hers and give it a gentle squeeze in return. 

Aryn snickers at Mucor's huff.  "Never lose that." she whispers.  "Thank you for the snacks... they were delicious.  If Valeera is fine with it we can stay at her den.  We don't want to inconvenience anyone in the village."  she says to Rowan.

Jinara contemplates the risk and grabs the tea cup. "Thanks" he says and takes a sip. 

"Thank you Rowan.  It was good to sit and chat taking a break from the craziness.  I'd like to see the den as well."  Gaelin adds.

"Yes, thank you for your hospitality Rowan."  Torq says with a bow.  "I'm sure we'll be fine in the den."  Despite Torq's military training, he was ready for rest.  This mostly sedentary day was beginning to take it's toll on him.  Outside of the short scare this morning, the most exciting thing all day was the threat of death from drinking tea and the mention of killing something tomorrow.  His muscles and body were stiff and he was ready to sleep so he could wake up to do.. something, anything.    

(Happy Birthday Xtra!  As a gift you can kill one of us... one lol.)

(Happy birthday Xtra!)

"I am sure the den is very nice." Mucor would say as he looks to Valeera. "Her den back home is very nice and she hasn't spent nearly the amount of time there as she was here. I imagine with the amount of time she had to spend here... her den is most impressive." He would add as pats Aryn on the shoulder. "If needed I am sure I can make us some quick beds." 

(Thanks all.  Apologies for the delay.  I will post the den and night's rest later today or tomorrow morning.)

“Thank you for the good company and conversation. I will see you again the morrow.” Rowan says as you exit her abode. The small village is quite at rest with the exception of a couple sentries who keep watch. Rays of sunlight still shine through the canopy despite the time. The air smells sweet and fresh with wildlife and were it not for the occasional whiff of smoke, you’d think this place was untouched by people. Valeera transforms back into a dragon and you all hop onto her back and fly through the top of the canopy emerging into a beautiful sight. The ever-setting sun illuminates the entire area in an amber glow. The dense forest you now fly above stretches out in all directions. Snow-capped peaks sit far to the south and you head in the direction of a large jagged stone cliff to the east. You fly for about 4 minutes before arriving at your destination. You enter through a large open hole in the north side of the cliff face that you assume was carved out by Valeera.

You land the warmth of the air within hits your skin and feels like a summer day. The entrance is rather mundane, and you look to Valeera who transforms back into her human form and smiles as she leads you down a large passageway. The passage is quite smooth and solidified lava droops from the sides of the walls. The path splits and Valeera takes you to the left where it continues then opens into a large cavern with a small opening at the top that sheds a single beam of light onto a large raised platform of obsidian. Immediately the thousands of glimmering reflections of gold, platinum and gems berate your eyes. The numerous flickers appear as stars in the night sky. Valeera smiles and says, “Welcome to my home. Make yourselves comfortable. There are a selection of beds, couches and small cushions over there.” Valeera points to the east wall where an organized pattern of chairs, couches and beds sit unused. The chairs are laid out in a semi-circle facing the obsidian platform while the beds sit comfortably apart from one another and have multiple ornate pillows atop the covers. Valeera smiles again and casually walks up to her platform where she returns to a dragon and circles before lying down. “Sleep well.”

You all know that Valeera, a brass dragon loves communication just as much as the treasure that all dragons collect over time. You assume this display of chairs and multitude of beds are for any welcomed visitors that she wishes to converse with for hours or days. You each pick your beds and eventually find a deep tranquil rest.

(Dreams to come shortly. Perception check DC18 will reveal the gold and platinum shimmers come from melted pockets of the metal solidified behind transparent black obsidian glass. The pockets of metal range from a few inches to a few feet long and thick. Patches of similarly colored gemstones appear to be set in the walls and ceiling in the same fashion. Some have 5-6 gems while others appear too many to count from a distance. Using the sporadic flickers from the precious metals and gems, you guestimate the cavern to be about 200 feet wide and 180 feet high.)

Aryn, Gaelin & Torq- Sleep comes quickly and you drift into a deep slumber where you begin to dream. Images of your journey through the feywild stream through your mind and you feel yourself pulled through the air. The air grows cold and snow and ice cloud your vision and assault your skin. You see a large towering fortress covered in a layer of snow that sits on a hill overlooking a frozen landscape. You’re pulled closer and as you pass over the walls you see armored werewolves, weretigers and wererats. You pass over the large courtyard where a garden seems to have an unfrozen pool of clear shimmering water that has 8 werewolf guards stationed around it. Your body passes through the inner wall of the keep and you enter a great hall with a golden chair sitting at the far end. Various armored figures stand and kneel at a robed weretiger who sits in the golden chair flanked by two armored female weretigers. It takes you only a few second to recognize the weretiger as Kar’gal, the leader of the hybrid hive that Draco showed you. You feel your body pulled back out of the keep, away from the fortress and back to your bed.

Mucor- You sleep a bit restlessly as dreams of the feywild are intermingled with those of your childhood swamp. The unforgiving and dangerous landscapes seem to haunt your dreams until you see a small infant Minotaur. You recognize it as yourself but find that you’re sleeping. You feel your ethereal body and vision pulled and catch up to a speeding carriage that just exited the swamp and continues down a long road until it arrives at a large estate. A haggard half-elven male steps out of the carriage with clinched fists, ripped clothing and disheveled hair. With heavy steps he ascends a half spiral staircase up to the second floor of the house and enters a room where a crying female elf kneels at a bedside offering prayers to her deity. The half-elf male enters in and looks down at the woman falling to his knees, unable to bear the weight of his circumstances. The woman’s sobs continue as the man crawls towards her and you catch a glimpse of a crest hung on the mantle above a fireplace. The angular silver and dark grey crest bears a blossoming three petal flower of pink with purple highlights. The name below reads “Loramenor”

Jinara- Your sleep is deeper than the others and your dream is short but vivid. You float above your younger self at the temple where you studied. You watch as you make your way through the halls and are stopped by the temple leader, Wymeron Valar. He chides you on your latest report on deities and dragons before walking off without a word of encouragement. You look down in shame and continue your walk for a few steps before choosing to sit at one of the benches within an inner courtyard. Your vision shifts and follows Wymeron on his path to his quarters. You pass through the closed door and see him uttering an incantation on a flower growing in the corner of the room. The petals on the flower shrivel and turn black as the flower withers and dies from the necromantic spell. Your vision fades and you fall into a deep slumber.

You all awake the following morning to the same dark cavern illuminated by the lone ray of light from the waning sun.  You feel alert and well rested but somewhat confused by the visions in your dreams.

(Kar'gal---- Mucor's family crest---Wymeron Valar)

Mucor perception! 23

I have been adding all the sweet mucor backstory stuff to his backstory section of he character sheet.. I have been waiting for a good time to bring it up in character.

Mucor- You are able to make out every minute detail in the crest and commit it and the name Loramenor to memory.  From the overhead view of the carriage, the aesthetic of the estate and visions of the swamp with snow capped mountains in the background you recollect how far north in Telgun you were.  Your family lives somewhere within the Lural kingdom.

When Mucor wakes up, he would look towards Aryn and Gaelin. "So... I am still trying to figure out how to trance the right way... are you normally able to see back in time? Things from the past that you had never seen before?" The elf would ask with a look of concern as wipes a few beads of sweat from his forehead. "I never realized that simply sleeping differently would be so difficult."

“Not really. I think that might be more from the tea and crackers. I had a dream about weretigers and werewolves. I think somehow the weretigers here are connected to those on our plane. Do any of you know if copies of people exist between planes or if it’s just the continents?” Aryn replies still trying to recall all the details from her dream. 

perception:  32

(@Xtra- Since Aryn and Mucor would wake up long before the others, can Aryn assist Mucor with some more trance techniques while the others sleep?)

When Torq wakes up, assuming Aryn talks about her dream, he'll say "I had the same dream.  It appears Kar'gal is here in a snowy fortress."

(I'll allow it. Mucor make an Insight Check with advantage.)