**** it I'll have a go at it. 7 history check. I get up close to inspect it, look Fjolnir dead in the eyes and tell him everything I know about the axe in amazing detail.
Hymir read one time about a dwarf smith who feuded with the dryads of a forest where he cut firewood, and made an axe to deal with them.
An identify spell reveals the nature of the axe coincides with that story. The axe is called Hew . Hew is a +1 battleaxe that deals maximum damage when the wielder hits a plant creature or an object made of wood. But, whoever carries the axe feels uneasy whenever he or she travels through a forest.
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I don't normally do this. I whisper. (probably already seated and relaxed) I close my eyes. I whisper as quietly as I can such that no one else should hear me unless they were really focusing on me.
Oh great Branchala, I aspire to the charm, music and entertainment of both friend and foe alike. I am so close to reaching a new breakthrough in my ability to amuse myself, and through me all creation. I just need a little more experience in some way to make my breakthrough to another level of power to perform. My learning pace is slow, and I need more throttle. If I have entertained you in any small light, tip these scales in my favor. i'm only getting warmed up.
I suggest we rest up here for the night. Thetes more than enough of us to kerp watch so Zhermong and Sidlar are iff the hook slerp well gentlemen. I'll take a middle watch 2nd or 3rd since I can see in the night. Tomorrow we speak with Redolth if he's still here and head to Phandelver.
"I find that quite agreeable, i'd like to get a full nights sleep, and dream of sticking that mouthy dragon right in his gizzard all over again" Fjolnir spins Hew in his hands- "Wish i'd have known this was under his arse, maybe we could've snuck it out first when we got here in Thundertree. The hedges around here needed pruning."
Fjolnir drops his conversation about plans immediately, "Oh brilliant idea, wake me for 3rd watch- i'll start a cooking fire right there in the tower- no roof, keeps the light in, and then i'm pouring some of that ale..."
He sits with a drying rack of dragon strips...(Survival 19) drinking... 90 degrees off the fire from the Goliath and the Hobgoblin... just staring awkwardly at each other... before falling asleep face-up, with mug in one hand and a partially jerked strip of dragon hanging off his beard.
Zhermong says nothing to Absinthe, just watches wide-eyed while he downs ale out of a goblinoid skull. Once he's out of his face and laying down, he says, "That one is... intimidating. I am glad now I took your deal. Obviously, I had no idea you would fare so well against a dragon, and the plan seemed haphazard, but it is my nature to battle, and battle I would. It was a bad day to be a young dragon, and I fear it would have been worse for me, had I turned you down." He stands up. "I do not wish to be on your bad side, and if you'll grant me leave, I should make it back to Cragmaw by morning. Once I rebuild the clan perhaps our truce could be more permanent."
Sildar perks up at this. "Perhaps Phadolin could be a safe haven?"
Dirk likes to keep his word, unless he never meant to keep it in the first place....... I say drunk.. I like you Zhermomg, we sh... we should do business sometime. Like... Buy, and sell....stuff.
Zhermong walks out of Thundertree to the southeast, toward Cragmaw.
The night is eerily quiet. It has always been strangely quiet in Thundertree for you, when there's a dragon nearby the wildlife either runs or is eaten, but at night, with little light and no wind, the lack of nature's sound is ominous. Fjolnir takes this especially hard, his new weapon exacerbating the uneasy feeling the woods already give off. But ultimately, the watches go by easy and nothing approaches the party in the night.
You can all benefit from a long rest if you haven't yet, and put your hit dice at full, I think we've taken enough long rests to replenish them.
Dawn breaks, and for purposes of food, you should have enough dragon meat to cover a couple days of travel.
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Absinthe stands from his bed roll ass naked, and walks up to the nearest tree, grabs the tree with one hand, and his tree with his other hand. Let's out a solid sounding stream of piss followed by a Goliath moan of relief.
"Is that dragon skull still mostly in one piece?" I say whilst giving myself a proper shake.
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Fjolnir pack's up his bedroll and hollers over to Absinthe, "Yeup, still looks to be- give me a second and we can see if we can't part out some usable material before the crows figure out what's for breakfast"
He examines the carcass and begins dressing it for viable materials:
The rust, however, does not buff out, it seems to be part of the axe. Anyone can make a history check on the axe to discover its origin.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
**** it I'll have a go at it. 7 history check. I get up close to inspect it, look Fjolnir dead in the eyes and tell him everything I know about the axe in amazing detail.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
I don't know shit about this axe.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
" eh...Swing it till something is inside-out... is good enough for me."
Fjolnir:
Holding the axe makes you feel uneasy around the trees that pepper Thundertree.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I would like to history check the axe 24
then identify all the items
Also I can copy both of those spells so I would like them and am open to discussion on adjusting the party loot so I can have both those scrolls
Chronomancy!!!
Hymir read one time about a dwarf smith who feuded with the dryads of a forest where he cut firewood, and made an axe to deal with them.
An identify spell reveals the nature of the axe coincides with that story. The axe is called Hew . Hew is a +1 battleaxe that deals maximum damage when the wielder hits a plant creature or an object made of wood. But, whoever carries the axe feels uneasy whenever he or she travels through a forest.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I don't normally do this. I whisper. (probably already seated and relaxed) I close my eyes. I whisper as quietly as I can such that no one else should hear me unless they were really focusing on me.
Oh great Branchala, I aspire to the charm, music and entertainment of both friend and foe alike. I am so close to reaching a new breakthrough in my ability to amuse myself, and through me all creation. I just need a little more experience in some way to make my breakthrough to another level of power to perform. My learning pace is slow, and I need more throttle. If I have entertained you in any small light, tip these scales in my favor. i'm only getting warmed up.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
I suggest we rest up here for the night. Thetes more than enough of us to kerp watch so Zhermong and Sidlar are iff the hook slerp well gentlemen. I'll take a middle watch 2nd or 3rd since I can see in the night. Tomorrow we speak with Redolth if he's still here and head to Phandelver.
"I find that quite agreeable, i'd like to get a full nights sleep, and dream of sticking that mouthy dragon right in his gizzard all over again" Fjolnir spins Hew in his hands- "Wish i'd have known this was under his arse, maybe we could've snuck it out first when we got here in Thundertree. The hedges around here needed pruning."
Absinthe sits down right in front of Zhermong with the skull of Klarg full of ale, while making direct eye contact Absinthe downs the entire pint.
"Would you like some? I brewed it myself, and after today I'd say you earned a drink."
I go to my barrel and top myself off, and get him some if he accepts.
Weather he accepts or not, I sit in front of Zhermong and make direct contact while downing my second entire beer, then roll over and fall asleep.
Fjolnir drops his conversation about plans immediately, "Oh brilliant idea, wake me for 3rd watch- i'll start a cooking fire right there in the tower- no roof, keeps the light in, and then i'm pouring some of that ale..."
He sits with a drying rack of dragon strips...(Survival 19) drinking... 90 degrees off the fire from the Goliath and the Hobgoblin... just staring awkwardly at each other... before falling asleep face-up, with mug in one hand and a partially jerked strip of dragon hanging off his beard.
Zhermong says nothing to Absinthe, just watches wide-eyed while he downs ale out of a goblinoid skull. Once he's out of his face and laying down, he says, "That one is... intimidating. I am glad now I took your deal. Obviously, I had no idea you would fare so well against a dragon, and the plan seemed haphazard, but it is my nature to battle, and battle I would. It was a bad day to be a young dragon, and I fear it would have been worse for me, had I turned you down." He stands up. "I do not wish to be on your bad side, and if you'll grant me leave, I should make it back to Cragmaw by morning. Once I rebuild the clan perhaps our truce could be more permanent."
Sildar perks up at this. "Perhaps Phadolin could be a safe haven?"
"Perhaps..."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dirk likes to keep his word, unless he never meant to keep it in the first place....... I say drunk.. I like you Zhermomg, we sh... we should do business sometime. Like... Buy, and sell....stuff.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
"That may happen in the future. We may meet again. Maglubiyet willing, we won't be killing each other."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Zhermong walks out of Thundertree to the southeast, toward Cragmaw.
The night is eerily quiet. It has always been strangely quiet in Thundertree for you, when there's a dragon nearby the wildlife either runs or is eaten, but at night, with little light and no wind, the lack of nature's sound is ominous. Fjolnir takes this especially hard, his new weapon exacerbating the uneasy feeling the woods already give off. But ultimately, the watches go by easy and nothing approaches the party in the night.
You can all benefit from a long rest if you haven't yet, and put your hit dice at full, I think we've taken enough long rests to replenish them.
Dawn breaks, and for purposes of food, you should have enough dragon meat to cover a couple days of travel.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Absinthe stands from his bed roll ass naked, and walks up to the nearest tree, grabs the tree with one hand, and his tree with his other hand. Let's out a solid sounding stream of piss followed by a Goliath moan of relief.
"Is that dragon skull still mostly in one piece?" I say whilst giving myself a proper shake.
Fjolnir pack's up his bedroll and hollers over to Absinthe, "Yeup, still looks to be- give me a second and we can see if we can't part out some usable material before the crows figure out what's for breakfast"
He examines the carcass and begins dressing it for viable materials:
Scales Nature: 20
Teeth Nature: 24
Skull Nature: 6
Liver Nature: 20
Heart Nature: 9
Poison Glands Nature: 15
Eyes Nature: 16
Since i forgot to script for advantage, second roll:
Scales Nature: 14
Teeth Nature: 18
Skull Nature: success
Liver Nature: 11
Heart Nature: 12
Poison Glands Nature: 15
Eyes Nature: success
wisdom saving throw 17
wizard roll 14 5
Chronomancy!!!
Absinthe assists in the disassembling of the dragon and packs all the parts on the cart to distribute the weight as much as possible.