Khazan wakes up, gets out of bed and stretches. He walks toward the bathub and starts to prepare a bath for himself yawning loudly as he does. While waiting for the water to be ready he cautiously touches the tattoos in his arms. They stopped blinking. Did they ever blinked? Did his head play tricks on him? Did he got hit too hard? As the water is at the right temperature, he drops his cloths and jump in the bath, his mind wandering between the tattoos and the dream he had the night before. What was that? Did he dream of Moradin? Thautam? Was that a vision or simply a dream? Were the gods testing him? He is just a simple soldier ... well, ex-soldier, it was too much to think about. He closes his eyes and fall asleep again.
Bart wakes up slowly, contemplating the changes to his predicament. He realizes that if he’s going to survive this kind of life, he’ll need to push himself harder. Pain is only an illusion of the body. His mind is in control. He attempts a type of meditation in martial training forms, pushing past pain and exhaustion. His mind will command his body to be more, do more, and keep up with the speed of his thought. His hands learn to do more, as each performs different tasks simultaneously.
After an hour of practice, he’ll go down for breakfast.
Bart will be politely ignoring Daffafle as it’s improper to pay too much attention to a woman in her bedroom.
Waking with a jolt, Daffafle instinctively checks her shirt with a sigh, seeing it clear of the blood that haunts her dreams. She frowns in confusion as she sees a black tome lying beside her, her crystal arcane focus imbued within the cover. Opening it, more black feathers cascade onto the bed. The halfling flips through the book, reading the spells within in fascination, noticing also the many blank pages in which to record more rituals.
Pact of the Tome
Your patron gives you a grimoire called a Book of Shadows that grants you additional cantrips that don't count against your number of cantrips known. If you lose the book, you can perform a 1-hour ceremony to receive a replacement during a short or long rest.
Minor Illusion(Cantrip)
Spare the Dying(Cantrip)
Toll the Dead(Cantrip)
Book of Ancient SecretsPHB110
You can now learn and cast ritual spells from any class's spell list in your Book of Shadows.
Detect MagicConcentrationRitual(1st)
IdentifyRitual(1st)
"This will help," she notes to Lucky, who replies with a caw. "It sounds like we need to find a companion for one of your brethren...I'm thinking either Lady Melyne, or the Caretaker we spoke to. Melyne would have a lot of access and power in the land for the Raven Queen to access...the Caretaker would have a large network between his order and the animals...but perhaps the Caretakers would not look so kindly on the Queen interfering in their order..."
Lucky preens its feathers for a few seconds, then mimics "Melyne!"
"Very well," Daffafle dons her leather armor, grabbing her pack and the dagger Bart gave her. "Next time we meet the good lady, we shall see about introducing her to the Raven Queen."
Grabbing her tome, the halfling exits the room, heading towards the common area to look for her companions and breakfast.
Wulcrath stirs in his bed as he awakens, hearing Khazan start his bath. He hoists himself out of bed grunting as he feels the aches of the last few day's injuries. Standing beside his bed, he checks himself over, spotting the remnants of old battles, as well as a reminder of the groups battle with the Abomination under the Estate, a patch of burnt scale, still sending out waves of pain as it brushes against his clothes. "Eeouch... Yup, that's no good..."
Sighing, he changes into a fresh pair of clothes and heads out of the room, grabbing his Longsword and attaching it to his belt, opting to leave his Sheild and Armor for now. "A bit of practice probably wouldn't hurt me, gods know I need it." "But where to get some..?"
Seeing Bart and Wulcrath awake, Daffafle joins the two.
"So, what's the plan for today?" the halfling glances between her companions. "I know we have a Caretaker to meet, and the tunnel under the graveyard to explore." Taking a quick look around the common area, she adds, "Looks like Khaz and Aazel are sleeping in."
“We’ve got some time, let’s go practice.” Bart gets up and stretches to his toes, then up into the air, with a deep exhalation. Then he looks for a broom.
While sleeping in the bath Khaz starts to slip into the water and as the the nose touches it he wakes up. Deciding the bath lasted long enough he gets out of the tub and readies himself for breakfast, paying particular attention to the modeling of his hair. After he's done preparing he goes into the hall,sits with the others and orders his breakfast.
“Waiting for a Caretaker to arrive for a meeting,” Daffafle replies, watching the door with a sigh. She offhandedly points towards Bart and Wul, “they’re considering sparring while they wait.”
"Pardon me," Daffafle steps up to the bar, standing on her tip toes to be seen. "I see you have a lovely large stage...would you mind if I performed some magic? It would be perfectly harmless, I assure you."
"Absolutely, my darlin'!" The innkeeper is idle discussing the menu the cook, "your best bet is in the evening, but if you wanna have a free go, why not?"
“Thank you, kind sir,” she bows slightly. “I will likely follow your suggestion to perform this evening as well; this morning will be good practice before performing before a large crowd.”
Daffafle moves to the stage, climbing on top of the platform. She walks across it for a few moments, gauging its size, and jotting a few notes down in her sketchbook. She begins practicing creating illusory fireworks and small puffs of wind to rustle the curtains. Eyeing a few candles about the room, she experiments to determine how fluidly she can snuff, then relight them all. Throughout her trials, she constantly scribbles in her journal, brainstorming for the show she will attempt to put on in the evening, if the day’s events so allow.
As Daffafle takes notes, she hears a small around of applause; from both customers and staff, even the cook from out back!
"That's that brilliant! You've got to come this evening, now! A real disappointment if you couldn't. Didn't catch your name earlier..." The innkeeper seems to be writing a note in his ledgers.
"Daffafle , daughter of the mighty Volproton rangers," the halfling replies, a twinge of pride in her voice as she places her hands on her hips. The memory of her parents pulls her face downwards, as she worries about their fate. With all the kidnapping, Raven Queen, and fighting undead, she had almost forgotten of their disappearance...a fact which is not now lost on her.
Lucky pokes her with his beak, pulling her out of her stupor.
"Thank you for use of your stage," she says, climbing down. "I'll make best effort to come back this evening."
Wulcrath stumbles backwards as he barely dodges the business end of the broom, the bristles gently brushing his nose as he almost falls flat on his back.
"Alright if that's how it's going to be..."
Turning the broom around and gripping it with both hands, Wulcrath takes a step forward and attempts to poke Bart in the stomach with the flat end of the Mop.
Attack - 21
Damage - 4
His strike lands on Bart's abdomen before pull he pulls back and readies himself for another attack. Silent as he studies Bart's movements.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Bart drops the broom when you catch him on the thumb. “Ouch! D*<<^>,??£!%##%^!” He then picks his broom back up and aims a sweeping strike across your ribs
Khazan wakes up, gets out of bed and stretches.
He walks toward the bathub and starts to prepare a bath for himself yawning loudly as he does.
While waiting for the water to be ready he cautiously touches the tattoos in his arms. They stopped blinking. Did they ever blinked? Did his head play tricks on him? Did he got hit too hard?
As the water is at the right temperature, he drops his cloths and jump in the bath, his mind wandering between the tattoos and the dream he had the night before.
What was that? Did he dream of Moradin? Thautam? Was that a vision or simply a dream? Were the gods testing him?
He is just a simple soldier ... well, ex-soldier, it was too much to think about. He closes his eyes and fall asleep again.
Bart wakes up slowly, contemplating the changes to his predicament. He realizes that if he’s going to survive this kind of life, he’ll need to push himself harder. Pain is only an illusion of the body. His mind is in control. He attempts a type of meditation in martial training forms, pushing past pain and exhaustion. His mind will command his body to be more, do more, and keep up with the speed of his thought. His hands learn to do more, as each performs different tasks simultaneously.
After an hour of practice, he’ll go down for breakfast.
Bart will be politely ignoring Daffafle as it’s improper to pay too much attention to a woman in her bedroom.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Waking with a jolt, Daffafle instinctively checks her shirt with a sigh, seeing it clear of the blood that haunts her dreams. She frowns in confusion as she sees a black tome lying beside her, her crystal arcane focus imbued within the cover. Opening it, more black feathers cascade onto the bed. The halfling flips through the book, reading the spells within in fascination, noticing also the many blank pages in which to record more rituals.
Your patron gives you a grimoire called a Book of Shadows that grants you additional cantrips that don't count against your number of cantrips known. If you lose the book, you can perform a 1-hour ceremony to receive a replacement during a short or long rest.
You can now learn and cast ritual spells from any class's spell list in your Book of Shadows.
"This will help," she notes to Lucky, who replies with a caw. "It sounds like we need to find a companion for one of your brethren...I'm thinking either Lady Melyne, or the Caretaker we spoke to. Melyne would have a lot of access and power in the land for the Raven Queen to access...the Caretaker would have a large network between his order and the animals...but perhaps the Caretakers would not look so kindly on the Queen interfering in their order..."
Lucky preens its feathers for a few seconds, then mimics "Melyne!"
"Very well," Daffafle dons her leather armor, grabbing her pack and the dagger Bart gave her. "Next time we meet the good lady, we shall see about introducing her to the Raven Queen."
Grabbing her tome, the halfling exits the room, heading towards the common area to look for her companions and breakfast.
Wulcrath stirs in his bed as he awakens, hearing Khazan start his bath. He hoists himself out of bed grunting as he feels the aches of the last few day's injuries. Standing beside his bed, he checks himself over, spotting the remnants of old battles, as well as a reminder of the groups battle with the Abomination under the Estate, a patch of burnt scale, still sending out waves of pain as it brushes against his clothes. "Eeouch... Yup, that's no good..."
Sighing, he changes into a fresh pair of clothes and heads out of the room, grabbing his Longsword and attaching it to his belt, opting to leave his Sheild and Armor for now. "A bit of practice probably wouldn't hurt me, gods know I need it." "But where to get some..?"
Seeing Bart and Wulcrath awake, Daffafle joins the two.
"So, what's the plan for today?" the halfling glances between her companions. "I know we have a Caretaker to meet, and the tunnel under the graveyard to explore." Taking a quick look around the common area, she adds, "Looks like Khaz and Aazel are sleeping in."
“I think we’re killing time til the Caretaker gets here.” Bart says eyeing Wulcrath thoughtfully.
“Wully, you look restless. What’s up?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath tears his eyes from the floor and looks at Bart. Adjusting his belt a little as he walks.
"Hmm? Oh! Ah... I was thinking that I'm a bit out of practice, that's all."
He gaze turns to the common area as he takes in his surroundings.
"Don't worry about me, we've got somonene to meet right?"
“We’ve got some time, let’s go practice.” Bart gets up and stretches to his toes, then up into the air, with a deep exhalation. Then he looks for a broom.
“Just don’t actually kill me or anything.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
While sleeping in the bath Khaz starts to slip into the water and as the the nose touches it he wakes up.
Deciding the bath lasted long enough he gets out of the tub and readies himself for breakfast, paying particular attention to the modeling of his hair.
After he's done preparing he goes into the hall,sits with the others and orders his breakfast.
"So. What we're up to today?"
“Waiting for a Caretaker to arrive for a meeting,” Daffafle replies, watching the door with a sigh. She offhandedly points towards Bart and Wul, “they’re considering sparring while they wait.”
Wulcrath raises his brow a bit as he watches Bart look for a broom.
"Here? Alright um, let's see here."
Wulcrath jogs up to his room, grabbing his Sheild and returning to the common area, searching the area for a mop before turning to Bart.
"Ready when you are."
"Pardon me," Daffafle steps up to the bar, standing on her tip toes to be seen. "I see you have a lovely large stage...would you mind if I performed some magic? It would be perfectly harmless, I assure you."
Persuasion: 16
"Absolutely, my darlin'!" The innkeeper is idle discussing the menu the cook, "your best bet is in the evening, but if you wanna have a free go, why not?"
Bart does not wait for a moment of figuring out who's turn it is and swipes the broom at Wulcratch.
Attack: 9 Damage: 5
(no idea if i'm rolling dice right, just made something up)
Paladin - warforged - orange
“Thank you, kind sir,” she bows slightly. “I will likely follow your suggestion to perform this evening as well; this morning will be good practice before performing before a large crowd.”
Daffafle moves to the stage, climbing on top of the platform. She walks across it for a few moments, gauging its size, and jotting a few notes down in her sketchbook. She begins practicing creating illusory fireworks and small puffs of wind to rustle the curtains. Eyeing a few candles about the room, she experiments to determine how fluidly she can snuff, then relight them all. Throughout her trials, she constantly scribbles in her journal, brainstorming for the show she will attempt to put on in the evening, if the day’s events so allow.
Performance: 22
Spell attack roll: 12
As Daffafle takes notes, she hears a small around of applause; from both customers and staff, even the cook from out back!
"That's that brilliant! You've got to come this evening, now! A real disappointment if you couldn't. Didn't catch your name earlier..." The innkeeper seems to be writing a note in his ledgers.
"Daffafle , daughter of the mighty Volproton rangers," the halfling replies, a twinge of pride in her voice as she places her hands on her hips. The memory of her parents pulls her face downwards, as she worries about their fate. With all the kidnapping, Raven Queen, and fighting undead, she had almost forgotten of their disappearance...a fact which is not now lost on her.
Lucky pokes her with his beak, pulling her out of her stupor.
"Thank you for use of your stage," she says, climbing down. "I'll make best effort to come back this evening."
Wulcrath stumbles backwards as he barely dodges the business end of the broom, the bristles gently brushing his nose as he almost falls flat on his back.
"Alright if that's how it's going to be..."
Turning the broom around and gripping it with both hands, Wulcrath takes a step forward and attempts to poke Bart in the stomach with the flat end of the Mop.
Attack - 21
Damage - 4
His strike lands on Bart's abdomen before pull he pulls back and readies himself for another attack. Silent as he studies Bart's movements.
Barely holding in a sneeze as he does so...
(I also just made something up for rolls.)
Bart drops the broom when you catch him on the thumb. “Ouch! D*<<^>,??£!%##%^!” He then picks his broom back up and aims a sweeping strike across your ribs
Attack: 14 Damage: 5
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath quickly turns the Mop's handle vertically, blocking Bart's strike before swiftly retaliating By bringing it down on Bart's head.
Attack - 18
Damage - 8