OOC: Sorry, I looked at the wrong character sheet. I should have added +3 to my WIS, not +1. So it should be 5.

IC: "I am not touching it," Cinna says. "At least we have a cleric with us if you drop from it."

[OOC:] Wis Check:   18

[IC] Eldon just looked at the two of them "That's not a good reason to just eat random items on the ground. In the end you do you. However, if Pelor intends for this to be your time - I may not be able to bring you back."

OOC: Sorry for not being active for a week, was away from my computer

Wis check: 10

IC: "I admit, that pastry looks appetising, but I, as much as you Kestrell, should practise restraint."

OOC: I'm going to roll the Wisdom check for Trogdor.
Wisdom Check: 14

IC: Everyone for the most part, isn't too inclined in taking random food but ultimately don't feel that there's any harm in doing so. The two Bards, Kestrell and Trogdor, feel more obligated in taking the pastry.

"That's a good point Cinna!"

Kestrell turns to Eldon:

"And Eldon, I know you've got my back, regardless of what time Pelor thinks it is!"

With that, Kestrell turns the sharpened end of the stick with the speared pastry towards his mouth and takes a bite (of the pastry, not the stick).

Eldon just blinked looking at the bard and then leans to Cinna "He knows I'm a Cleric right...doing our god's will is kind of what were here for."

Upon consumption, Kestrell determines this pastry tastes like a mincemeat pie, and tastes rather stale.

Make a Con saving throw.

"HEY! THIS ISN'T A JELLY DONUT!"

Constitution: 8

Kestrell suddenly sees the area around him shift into a completely different environment, as if he were hallucinating. To the rest of the party, they see Kestrell has fallen into a trance and is now incapacitated for 3 + 4 hours. Kestrell seems to be having a dream of which he's on stage, tooting his horn in front of a crowd that's applauding his talent.

"Perfect. Now what? Can anyone carry him? If not, perhaps we could rig up a stretcher to drag him on until we get into the town and find a place to rest. Though I am not very hopeful a village in a place like this will be very hospitable."

Eldon just sighed and walked over to the body of the bard, he leaned down and just picked the bard up placing him on his shoulder. He turned to the group "Shall we continue on?"

"Let's go. I could use some rest and some safe food."

Xavice rolls his eyes at Kestrell, but agrees to continue on nonetheless. "Agreed, there's bound to be somewhere safe to rest near here, do we all have rations on us?"

OOC: Kestrell, since you've been touched, make another Con saving throw. Eldon, make a Sleight of Hand check.

18

Edit: Having some phone formatting issues.

[OOC] sleight of hand11:

Kestrell's dream entails performing on stage, with ladies in the front row admiring his talent and hurling statements like "marry me please" or "come home with me". He feels rather joyful as he continues to play his horn. He suddenly gets an image of Eldon on stage beside him, grasping him firmly. Eldon's touch seems to have knocked Kestrell out of his trance and awakens to being on Eldon's shoulders on Old Svalich Road in Barovia.

"Huh, what? Whoa!  Eldon, why are you carrying me? What happened?" 

"You guys, I just had the best dream!"

Kestrell looks around, trying to get his bearings. 

"How long was I asleep for?"

Eldon just looked at the bard and put him down "Looks like he has come back to us." He just kept moving after placing Kestrell on the ground.

"Come back?  I never left! But you are right, no more jelly donuts for me!  Let's get going, how much further is it?"