Zeke rose early and made a quick circuit of town, peeking in on the Redbrands in the Town Hall, and checking to make sure the watches had passed uneventfully throughout the evening.
Once satisfied that all was secure, the hardy warrior would find himself tempted by the smells drifting out of the Inn. Settling into his now customary seat in the corner, the massive tiefling would attempt to eat his weight as he devoured plate after steaming plate of eggs, sausages, breakfast cakes and a runny corn porridge covered with a hard flaky cheese and swimming in sweet creamy butter.
A soft, satisfied belch escapes his lips as he pushes the table away from him, finally full. The journey through the temple took more out of him than he realized, and only now after a night's rest and a full meal did he feel the benefits of communing with his ancestors.
As Sildar and Gundren come down into the common room, Zeke would make direct eye contact with the grizzled old warrior and raise a quizzical eyebrow indicating their patron....
With Tarja’s welcoming good morning, Fae would turn to greet her, hoping to match the same enthusiasm. “Good morning Tarja!” She’d nod to their druid, feeling refreshed herself this morning. Hearing a belch come from the corner of the room the wizard would look to see their tiefling had already been enjoying a satisfying breakfast. She’d offer a simple wave and warm smile for a morning greeting.
Ethanputs his utensils down and wipes any breakfast from his face.
Ethanopens his gauntlet extracting the rod made of hundreds of broken shards combined and repaired into a single working magical implement.
"So the readout did manage to say that this item needed to be attuned by a Kakleiran."
"Ah, that would roughly translate to contractual servant, but there are nuances about power disparity between the parties and mutual trade of power, both magical and otherwise."
"It's kind of like with clerics and deities, but there is no adoration, just business."
"Well anyway, I thought that you might be a Kakleiran, what with your thing with you-know-who..."
Ethanholds the item out to Arvel.
"Don't worry about the cracks, its been reinforced with a glass outer layer and the magic used in its...um...repair? should give it adequate durability."
"It has the effect of increasing the casters accuracy when casting spells and the ability to restore some of your spell reserves, once a day."
"There are also 2 spells that can be cast from the item itself. They are both of a similar nature having to do with pulling or drawing magic."
"One pulls at the life force of a target, transferring it to the caster. And the other pull a creature from..."
Ethanpulls out his notebook and flips to the details he was able to gather the night before.
"...right the creature comes from the Abyss. Hhmm, that's a very broad range of targets, from what I have read about the Abyss anyway."
Ethan seems very matter of fact about the spell, not at all showing any issues with summoning creatures out of the Abyss.
"But there is a limit to how powerful a creature the spell can draw."
"Anyway, yeah, I thought maybe you could get some use out of it."
Elra feels the slightest of tingles throughout her body after her prayer, a phenomenon that is not uncommon for her when addressing Oghma. Once alseep, however, she dreams...
Elra sees a set of stone doors, partially open by a foot or so, and clearly of dwarven make. She sees a hand reach out in front of her, but it is not her hand. It is a thick, hairy hand with stubby fingers and a ring that she recognizes as belonging to the group's patron. Moving through the slightly opened door she sees a stone room of modest height and width, but fairly long, shadows overtaking it before she can see the far end. To either side shelves seem to be carved into the stone. Just before the shadows overtake her view she can see a few ornate books neatly ordered on the left hand shelves, the rest disappearing into the darkness. Down the center of the room there are long, thin stone slabs of varying heights that look as if they could be used as tables or desks. At the edge of the light's limits she sees half of a small, rounded stone dais only six or seven feet across. On the left side there is somewhat of an awkward higher stone block only a foot or two wide that looks out of place, but the back of it is shrouded in darkness. Elra feels drawn to this odd platform more than the other items in the room.
(More to come, but wanted to catch Elra up so she can engage in breakfast, etc. as everyone else has.)
"Well, if I'd known I was going to be tempted with fell powers from a pit of darkness first thing in the morning I might have slept in a bit. Ah, well. If this thing turns me into a villain the rest of you will just have to take me out, I guess. Hand it over."
Taking the rod in his hands, Arvel'seyes glow golden for a moment. The glow is echoed by a wash through the runes of the rod.
"Ooh. Tingly. But you're as cold as ice, my dear. Here, let's see if we can't warm you up a bit..."
The charlatan begins twirling the cane simply to test the balance, gradually working into a more complex routine.
Zeke looks hard at Arvel as he mentions the possibility of villainy, then nods his head decisively 'Have no worry my friend, I will strike you down if evil creeps into your heart or deeds'
"Well, that *sniff* opens up a whole conversation *sniff* *sniff* about ends and the means that can be justified *sniff*. Excuse me."
Absentmindedly, Arveltwitches a hand in a small flourish creating a handkerchief out of thin air. He dabs at his nose a few times and then tosses it away where it dissolves into nothingess.
"But we can talk about *sniff* the gray areas when they don't involve *sniff* *sniff* demons or draining life essence, I guess."
Planting his new walking stick, his image begins to change to the grandnephew of the Duc du Champris.
"Now, eef you do not mind *sniff*, Maxie 'as an appointment at zee Exchange. A razzer *sniff* interested woman may 'ave some information for us. *sniff*."
"Zee woman in question *sniff* did seem a little...*sniff*...forward. Per'aps a chaperone would be *sniff* in ordair. Join me, si vou plais, and play zee role of bodyguard. *Sniff*."
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'Gladly my friend' the barbarian pushes himself up from the table and follows Maxie out the door, trailing just behind and keeping his head on a swivel.
Maxieproceeds with elan towards the exchange, but he is still sniffling and scratching at his nose. He absentmindedly conjures another handkerchief, but this time he notices it as he brings it to his face.
"Huh. That's *sniff* new."
The charlatan wipes his nose and, from Zeke'sperspective, he appears to notice something concerning.
Arvel turns back to Zeke, his eyes widening as they begin to glow with his characteristic golden light.
“Oh, no. *Sniff*. Oh, no no no. Not again, *sniff*!”
And he turns and immediately runs pell mell towards the nearest alleyway.
Zeke draws his blade and slides his shield down into its customary place on his gauntleted fist, following Maxie as he runs towards the alleyway, unsure of where the threat is coming from but ready to meet it with cold steel and brute force.
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Dashing into an alley, Arvelquickly glances around to make sure everything is safe before huffing a few breaths in and out.
"Huh, huh Kei-häs!"
As you've seen before, his walking stick raises involuntarily and a bolt of pure force flies out...followed immediately by a second bolt. The verbal component of the cantrip punctuated like a sneeze.
Rolling attacks for story purposes. Any fumble or crit will be Hex's domain.
Zeke rose early and made a quick circuit of town, peeking in on the Redbrands in the Town Hall, and checking to make sure the watches had passed uneventfully throughout the evening.
Once satisfied that all was secure, the hardy warrior would find himself tempted by the smells drifting out of the Inn. Settling into his now customary seat in the corner, the massive tiefling would attempt to eat his weight as he devoured plate after steaming plate of eggs, sausages, breakfast cakes and a runny corn porridge covered with a hard flaky cheese and swimming in sweet creamy butter.
A soft, satisfied belch escapes his lips as he pushes the table away from him, finally full. The journey through the temple took more out of him than he realized, and only now after a night's rest and a full meal did he feel the benefits of communing with his ancestors.
As Sildar and Gundren come down into the common room, Zeke would make direct eye contact with the grizzled old warrior and raise a quizzical eyebrow indicating their patron....
With Tarja’s welcoming good morning, Fae would turn to greet her, hoping to match the same enthusiasm. “Good morning Tarja!” She’d nod to their druid, feeling refreshed herself this morning. Hearing a belch come from the corner of the room the wizard would look to see their tiefling had already been enjoying a satisfying breakfast. She’d offer a simple wave and warm smile for a morning greeting.
just an unstable unicorn.
Ethan would be found by Zeke on his rounds, as Ethan finishes the last watch.
Bleary eyed, Ethan would take a seat with Zeke to enjoy some breakfast, giving Fae and Tarja a wave when they join the room.
Talking to Zeke (and anyone else who is in range/sitting at the same table).
"So me and Fae managed to stabilise that faulty bag of holding last night."
"I found some really great notes about advanced magical item repair and modification inside, along with some magical wands and rods."
"The items could be useful to Fae and maybe Arvel I think?"
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
"What do you have, Etan? I may need to coordinate my outfit for the day..."
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"Oh, um..."
Ethan puts his utensils down and wipes any breakfast from his face.
Ethan opens his gauntlet extracting the rod made of hundreds of broken shards combined and repaired into a single working magical implement.
"So the readout did manage to say that this item needed to be attuned by a Kakleiran."
"Ah, that would roughly translate to contractual servant, but there are nuances about power disparity between the parties and mutual trade of power, both magical and otherwise."
"It's kind of like with clerics and deities, but there is no adoration, just business."
"Well anyway, I thought that you might be a Kakleiran, what with your thing with you-know-who..."
Ethan holds the item out to Arvel.
"Don't worry about the cracks, its been reinforced with a glass outer layer and the magic used in its...um...repair? should give it adequate durability."
"It has the effect of increasing the casters accuracy when casting spells and the ability to restore some of your spell reserves, once a day."
"There are also 2 spells that can be cast from the item itself. They are both of a similar nature having to do with pulling or drawing magic."
"One pulls at the life force of a target, transferring it to the caster. And the other pull a creature from..."
Ethan pulls out his notebook and flips to the details he was able to gather the night before.
"...right the creature comes from the Abyss. Hhmm, that's a very broad range of targets, from what I have read about the Abyss anyway."
Ethan seems very matter of fact about the spell, not at all showing any issues with summoning creatures out of the Abyss.
"But there is a limit to how powerful a creature the spell can draw."
"Anyway, yeah, I thought maybe you could get some use out of it."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Elra feels the slightest of tingles throughout her body after her prayer, a phenomenon that is not uncommon for her when addressing Oghma. Once alseep, however, she dreams...
Elra sees a set of stone doors, partially open by a foot or so, and clearly of dwarven make. She sees a hand reach out in front of her, but it is not her hand. It is a thick, hairy hand with stubby fingers and a ring that she recognizes as belonging to the group's patron. Moving through the slightly opened door she sees a stone room of modest height and width, but fairly long, shadows overtaking it before she can see the far end. To either side shelves seem to be carved into the stone. Just before the shadows overtake her view she can see a few ornate books neatly ordered on the left hand shelves, the rest disappearing into the darkness. Down the center of the room there are long, thin stone slabs of varying heights that look as if they could be used as tables or desks. At the edge of the light's limits she sees half of a small, rounded stone dais only six or seven feet across. On the left side there is somewhat of an awkward higher stone block only a foot or two wide that looks out of place, but the back of it is shrouded in darkness. Elra feels drawn to this odd platform more than the other items in the room.
(More to come, but wanted to catch Elra up so she can engage in breakfast, etc. as everyone else has.)
Elra comes skipping down the stairs very excited. "Good morning!" she says to everyone present at the table. "How was everyone's sleep?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"Well, if I'd known I was going to be tempted with fell powers from a pit of darkness first thing in the morning I might have slept in a bit. Ah, well. If this thing turns me into a villain the rest of you will just have to take me out, I guess. Hand it over."
Taking the rod in his hands, Arvel's eyes glow golden for a moment. The glow is echoed by a wash through the runes of the rod.
"Ooh. Tingly. But you're as cold as ice, my dear. Here, let's see if we can't warm you up a bit..."
The charlatan begins twirling the cane simply to test the balance, gradually working into a more complex routine.
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Elra looks confused, but amused by the display. "Is Gundren doing okay?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"I'm curious about that as well. I'd like to ask him a few things, if he's of sound mind."
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Zeke looks hard at Arvel as he mentions the possibility of villainy, then nods his head decisively 'Have no worry my friend, I will strike you down if evil creeps into your heart or deeds'
"Well, that *sniff* opens up a whole conversation *sniff* *sniff* about ends and the means that can be justified *sniff*. Excuse me."
Absentmindedly, Arvel twitches a hand in a small flourish creating a handkerchief out of thin air. He dabs at his nose a few times and then tosses it away where it dissolves into nothingess.
"But we can talk about *sniff* the gray areas when they don't involve *sniff* *sniff* demons or draining life essence, I guess."
Planting his new walking stick, his image begins to change to the grandnephew of the Duc du Champris.
"Now, eef you do not mind *sniff*, Maxie 'as an appointment at zee Exchange. A razzer *sniff* interested woman may 'ave some information for us. *sniff*."
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'Would you like some company my friend?' Zeke asks with a raised eyebrow as his hand drifts down to the hilt of his blade.
"Zee woman in question *sniff* did seem a little...*sniff*...forward. Per'aps a chaperone would be *sniff* in ordair. Join me, si vou plais, and play zee role of bodyguard. *Sniff*."
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'Gladly my friend' the barbarian pushes himself up from the table and follows Maxie out the door, trailing just behind and keeping his head on a swivel.
Perception: 23
"Oh I wanted to go to the Miners Exchange, can I come too?"
Ethan gets up and follows Zeke and Arvel out of the inn.
"I need some ruby dust for one of my new devices, hopefully they have some."
"Hhmm, I might see if they have some lanterns as well, then I don't have to build one from scratch."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Maxie proceeds with elan towards the exchange, but he is still sniffling and scratching at his nose. He absentmindedly conjures another handkerchief, but this time he notices it as he brings it to his face.
"Huh. That's *sniff* new."
The charlatan wipes his nose and, from Zeke's perspective, he appears to notice something concerning.
Arvel turns back to Zeke, his eyes widening as they begin to glow with his characteristic golden light.
“Oh, no. *Sniff*. Oh, no no no. Not again, *sniff*!”
And he turns and immediately runs pell mell towards the nearest alleyway.
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"Uh..."
Ethan watches as Maxie bolts off into a nearby alleyway, not sure what's going one.
Ethan turns to Zeke.
"What was that all about?"
Ethan starts heading over to see what Maxie is doing.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Zeke draws his blade and slides his shield down into its customary place on his gauntleted fist, following Maxie as he runs towards the alleyway, unsure of where the threat is coming from but ready to meet it with cold steel and brute force.
Dashing into an alley, Arvel quickly glances around to make sure everything is safe before huffing a few breaths in and out.
"Huh, huh Kei-häs!"
As you've seen before, his walking stick raises involuntarily and a bolt of pure force flies out...followed immediately by a second bolt. The verbal component of the cantrip punctuated like a sneeze.
Rolling attacks for story purposes. Any fumble or crit will be Hex's domain.
Attack 1: 12 Damage: 10
Attack 2: 23 Damage: 6
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