"Well, I often find my own self wandering about for the importance of knowledge,"Dordis closes the book and quill, placing it back on his pack's elaborate pocket design for his books, "It only happens to be that recent occurences of have piqued interested into demons, yet I am not one to study the arts of darkness myself." Dordis says the last sentence in a slightly anxious and lying tone he brings his effort in to hide.
Noldeme places her hands on the creature, healing some of it's worst wounds. It's still in no shape to move, but it's injuries are no longer potentially life threatening. "Thank you." the pegasus says a little less shakily. "Beware giant."
Wagon Park:
Leshanna & Dordis: Areyo explains "We're looking for someone responsible for summoning demons, responsible for killing a friend of ours, who we need to teach a lesson. We weren't actually 100% sure, but based on your report, this confirms it. Is there any more information you can provide, appearance, location, other potential abilities? We need to know as much as possible before we take him out."
The Vilemind:
Yaw: You push on the door, tug at the dog ((apparently that's what the wheel like handles on those ship doors are called, fantastic)), but it doesn't seem to budge. You swing around the crossbow and pull the trigger PHEW a sudden bolt of green light is emitted out the end of crossbow, and you can see a small, glowing mark in the ceiling where it impacted slowly cooling. "Be more careful, that thing is clearly magic, there's no telling how much it is worth!" says Rattles. You move the cylinder, the char scrapes off, and you find what appears to be a button of some kind, which you push Fwwwosh a blade of green light springs from one end of the cylinder, and it gives a droning hum. "That is...I don't even know anymore. But it sure looks cool! The door locked behind us, so I guess we need to do some crawling..."
You hear a loud crackle coming from the ceiling, then a deep voice filled with static pulses "DO. NOT. LEAVE....YOU. MUST. REPAIR."
Corvidae:
Iam: You work tirelessly , quite literally, for hours on parts for this obstacle course. It's like a blur, but you can probably still recall every step you took. You can, and probably will, continue, but someone is trying to get your attention. "You do incredible work, I must say." says a nasally female voice. "I'll get straight to the point, I have somewhere someone like you can put your talents to good work. Do you have a sponsorship, yet?"
Redport:
Mikal: The man continues to analyze the room, you glimpse at him, you can tell he hasn't seen you, but in a way like someone notices litter on the side of the road in a hurry. He eventually reaches into a coat pocket, and disdainfully tosses a small paper card at the Aarakocra, at your face, and even at the orc sitting at a table nearby, then makes a 180 degree turn and heads out the door. The paper says, in all capitial letters, on one side 'REDESIGN YOUR LOGO. WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING.' and on the other side. 'WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU. EVERYTHING'S CONNECTED.'
Baron's Mansion:
Ulrich: John has no more smites, and is on the edge of being devoured, Dula has burned through her last spell slot. You force down the final reserves off the staff.
[| ] -17HP! +227XP
You are at door of death, all of you, it seems that perhaps fate is all that stands between you and your ally's lives. No, a gambler deals with fate. When at death's door, while some anguish, you come seeking aid. The queen is impartial, truely so, for she is TRUE DEATH, no care for heroism, tragedy, justice, or fulfillment...but the faithful call of a loyal follower is something else entirely, for in the act of death, yes, she is impartial, cold and cruel...but in an act to perserve life...she is under no such contract.
An ocean of smoke fills the room as the beast begins to reel back to destroy you. From beyond, a massive skeletal hand appears, dragging the abomination of flesh to THE END, where it belongs. When the smoke clears, only it's bones remain.
[ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX] VANQUISHED! +98XP! XP TOTAL: 1,800 The monster persists only in scarred minds now.
The Enn:
Xamodas: "Ah, so you are not lost, then?" says Red Dragon. "You must have travelled far, I have heard only whispers of your kind. Come, sit, let us discuss. I am the father of the fire, I am the color of leaves in valleys, and I am that of wealth and destruction. I am Red Dragon." He gives a slight chuckle. "At least, that's what you would hear of a riddle about me."
Orina & Jogs: When Orina steps away (otherwise she would be put at disadvantage for the bolt), the snake tries to keep you from doing so! Attack: 12 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Jogs protection allows you to step away (I'll assume as far as possible, at least close enough to move to help/heal Jogs if needed). The Hesseracts form shudders and snaps at the massive magical burst! Your weapon follows up, but clatters uselessly!
[||||| ] -20 HP! 300XP
However, it's form continues to shudder, as it: 1
Suddenly grows to a massive size, now becoming LARGE. You hear a cacophany of slamming and hammering, it starts to coil around jogs, it's mostly hollow contruction slamming against you, you take 2 points of damage, and as it tightens around you Attack: 18 Damage: 6
Jogs is snagged within it's contruction, and is now Restrained! You are tossed and turned about as it continues to move, rolling over Grr and Hainsley2 "MORE PEWS, MORE PEWS, AH PEW PEW PEW PEW!" 16
[|| ] -15 HP! +225 XP
It continues it's rampage, rolling over Orina next 2 (You'll need to roll concentration for that bless) ((Yes, even still))
Xamodas gracefully uncoils from the bow before taking a seat at the table. He could feel a sensation of awe and power, even if Red Dragon was doing nothing to deliberately cause it.
"Thank you, Red Dragon. I am Xamodas. My people have a partnership with some of the, er, Red Dragons of our home plane. They teach and guard our young, and fly with us on raids. One such dragon mentored me, and he told me to come here after I died, I suppose. He said I had more in common with him than with my natural-born people. Without his encouragement I wouldn't seek to impose. But I could use further guidance."
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
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Redport
"What a weird guy! What a weird way of making advertisement. I'll bet he doesn't get many customers this way." Mikal tosses the paper in a trash bin nearby "Well thanks for the sandwich, I'll be on my way". Mikal steps out of the breadsmith and takes the northern road to find a sign that leads him to Kinjono.
Dordis mutters a sentence under their tone, unknowingly vocalizing than keeping the thought to themself. "I didn't exactly them my friend—They died for the safety of A-Connor and I." Dordis stays quiet and examines the rifle in an clear showing of his interest.
((Questions for the DM-))
Would the North Kingdom/Faksimile have access or knowledge in firearms? Were they the folk who invented it? Since Leopold could not take the kingdom, were they superior in their weapon designs or tactics? Finally, are there known firearms to be enhanced via magic through Glanyrafon? I would guess Dordis would know a bit about these since he is a sage/researcher of a father who is quite-known to be a good mentor of wizard arcanum and some dabbling in knowledge of historical lore.
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It is not a warmth, it is not a comfort. For that is not her way.
It is just a certainty.
Ulrich falls to his knees, his head bowed. His whispered prayer comes at a rush, eyes closed. His hand reaches up and tugs her symbol free for any and all to see. A silent repeat of his pledge to her and it is done.
He crawls over to the other two, the deathclaw dragging behind him. "We live, thanks to her." He looks to the villagers. "The threat is over. We will see what can be..." His body slumps forward.
Corvidae - Museum: The Caretaker, a woman whose long dark hair is tied back, and is wearing sapphire necklace. "Wow, straight to the point, huh? Well, the museum here pays good money for donations of unique objects, does that count as work? Unless your intrested in becoming a Caretaker, we could hook you up with some city work, it would be much appreciated, my feet are getting pretty sore. You could have figured that anywhere...did someone reccomend me to you?"
Azora says " Aye, the barkeep over at the tavern recommended I come look for someone here about work. Didn't really point say who to speak with though."
Leshanna describes the figure to the best of her ability, and the location of the encounter with it and the dogs. "I could travel back with you if you wish, and show you the exact location, though I fear the vagrant will no longer be around there by this point."
As the person with the book puts it away Leshanna listens to his words and shrugs. "I care not if you wish to study such things or not, but will aid you if you wish my help."
Iam look over at the lady speaking. "Greetings.", he replies. "If you do not mind moving with myself as I work, I would like to converse. I have others refer to myself as Iam and I am also interested in your offer, but still lots to do on this task." Iam gets a better hand on the materials he is moving, putting them in his left arm to free his right. Using his right hand he points at the paperwork pinned to his chest plate. "Iam is registered, as are the armaments myself caries. Iam passed the sentience test as well, but no. I do not have a sponsor. Could you explain what a sponsor is here and what the requirements are from the sponsor and the benefitee?"
Iam continues to work but slower and looks at the lady every few moments so that she knows he is paying attention.
Yaw: I stow the energy sword and pass it to Rattles, “I can’t have all the fun, be careful with it though. I get the feeling this can do some serious damage”
Jumping as the static voice comes on overhead, “It looks like you were right. We are being watched.”
I shout to the ceiling and aimlessly search the room. Where is the voice coming from? Could this be more magic? ”Who is speaking? Repair what? Are you hurt? We are more than willing to help if you just tell us where you are!”
"He's the one who contacted me through the skeleton,"Zacharias explains. "I was with him when I died. We were traveling from Resolve to Corvidae together." The paladin chuckles. "He gave me the choice of who to travel with, and I chose him because he seemed the most lost of the three. But, sometimes, it's the ones who seem the furthest away from the truth that are seeking it the most." His eyes appear to return from staring into memory. "At least, that's what I've been taught." He looks up the stairs. "How much further?" he asks in the tone of one who is curious but not at all impatient.
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Orina and Jogs(Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of Ratio and Scale
Jogs grunts at the crushing force applied to her abdomen and wriggles her hammer free, awkwardly swinging at the Hesseract. “I don’t have magic but PEW PEW’” she roars. attack w disadvantage: 16 Bless: 4
damage: 11
Dm question:
Is xp per player or party? Did we both just get 525 xp?
'Yeah, I'm, huh, not exactly sure I'm ready to be going around fighting giants... But, if we keep an eye out, chances are we won't need to. Now that we know that's a threat, we can have an idea to avoid it."Noldeme responds, but besides that, she just waits to be sure they don't need to do anything else as per Nae's question.
Orina manages to hold her focus! She holds her ground, within the rotating walls, it's Jog's turn, currently having the ride of her life and getting horribly dizzy. Actually, Orina is up, and if she doesn't act soon, she might be having the same fun.
Redport:
Mikal: "Take care!" they say, still cautiously eyeing the paper. The food was pretty great, you feel more than ready to take on whatever the day throws as you.
You take the road, walking along a lightly forested path, frequented by the occasional shrine. You eventually find a sign to Kinjono, and make your way. Not to long after, however, there is a cart stopped in the road. An elf is sitting crosslegged on top of it, looking at the road ahead. There appears to be a small horse grazing in the middle of the road.
Wagon Park:
For Dordis:
As you wish.
The weapons were orginally an ancient art, handed down by the orginal Grand Dragon of Blackport, and while the north may have taken their hand at crafting some weaponry of their own, it is costly, and the created the ammunition is the real problem. The Powder swamps in Blackport are as far as they now the only place to get the powder to propel the bullet, and reproducing the powder has been at best expensive and at worst dangerous. At the time of Leopolds war, the north had little to no manpower, a pitiful economy, and no allies (Blackport was also under Leopolds control.) What they did have were a few extremely talented individuals, unparralled magical research, and the resolve to defend at all costs. The Circle of Six: The Archbishop, The King, The Architect, The Magi, The General, The Sealer, used their combined strengths to completely decimate the army, as well as flattening the surrounding landscape. To this day, the kindgom is mostly defined by the current Oligarchs in The Six (although, the king has legal power to overturn any decision), King Arthur Cunningway, Archbishop Zinnia Gottfried, Architect exodiaPrimarch, Magi Grenvalda Dewhart, General Santeera Ilustra, and Sealer Ingrae Arctan.
I would say, in your father's research, it would be more than noted that the gun has close ties to the so called 'Smoke of Death' wielded by certain clerics, and there are spells that can mimic the properties of weapons to some degree, but never to the effectiveness of one finely crafted. If Faksimile has created such a weapon, it is mostly like another locked away, well guarded secret in the cities vault, Spearhead, which also serves as a magical research facility, saved to be used only when necessary. The military might have some in their possesion for trianing purposes, they have a much greater focus on magic that would be lost with such a shift, although it's not out of the question that they might be hoping to stockpile a few. Dordis has most likely only seen depictions and descriptions of such weapons, but never one in person.
Leshanna: "Really" says Areyo. "Well, as much as we'd like to ask for your help, we don't have anything to offer, and you are right, it would be a wild goose chase at this point. He has some way too get around pretty quickly as well. Your the best lead we've had in a while...I don't suppose there's any way we can help you? Find an Inn to rest, polish your rifle?"
Baron's Mansion:
Ulrich: You slump forward, completely exhausted, maybe even beyond that. Dula begins to do what she can, taking supplies and handing them out them out, before your vision gets hazy. The next time your vision comes back, someone is tending to wounds you wounds, but everyone who was sent out earlier is here, helping deal with the serious wounds. John and Dula seem to have things well under control, taking charge. "Hold still." says a voice. "I am tending to your wounds, you are blessed to have survived." The archbishop is personally tending to your wounds, which are way worse than you last saw. Your hands are bony, thin, and skeletal, and you look down, and realize you can see through your skin, but it is slowly returning flush. "I knew the weapon was dangerous, but I did not expect it too take such a toll on you. Perhaps you don't even mind, you might see them as blessings themselves." Light continues to pulse from her and your wounds fade. "I'm sure you have much to report, but tell me...did you make it suffer?"
Corvidae:
Nessaja: "Well, I...I do know some specific barkeeps, but, to me specifically, that's flattering but unlikely. What did he say about me- er, I mean, the people you are looking for, like a description, or something like that?"
Iam: "Simple, you get paid to represent a group, in this case, that would be the Develoment Sector from the North. We would pay for lodging and such benefits, and if you did well, we would offer additional rewards and employment. It's already clear your talents would be put to good work for some much needed repairs."
Tetsuo's Tunnel:
Nae: "Food? Water?" it tilts it's head..."A story?"
The Vilemind: (They use the same stats for a longsword and hand crossbow, but deal radiant damage instead of normal damage. The sword is also ignores of objects below AC 20, iron and steel can be cut through with enough time.)
The voices pulses from seemingly nowhere, but it sounds like it is coming from above: "I. AM. VILEMIND...I. AM. DAMAGED....CRITICAL. POWER. FAILURE. ALL. SECTORS...I. AM. HERE....I. AM. VILEMIND....PLEASE. FOLLOW. MY. INSTRUCTIONS."
The Enn:
Xamodas: Red billows smoke from his nose. "Hmm, I am not usually one to help those beyond my own kind, but...with a draconic mentor, I'm sure exceptions can be made. Tell me, what is it that you sought in your previous life, and what do you hope for in the next? Are you wanting to move on, retire your being into something new, or return with your previous goals in mind?"
Zacharias: "Ah, it sounds like with enough dilligence, he would see the light. Perhaps your efforts would convert him, if he does seek truth,...ah we are almost there, I imagine you'll have room for just about one last question."
Dungeon Trial of Ratio and Scale: ((XP goes to all players, not divided at all, it's to encourage teamwork))
Jogs manages to wriggle her hammer through, and as it swings and hits the metal, it leaves a noticable dent! It seems when it get's larger, it's structure has also become less fortified! With the damage it has sustained so far, it has become wobbly and shakey, and ready to break apart at any moment!
[| ] -4 HP! +60 XP!
(Yes, if it moves out of your square, you get an oppurtunity attack...I shouldmention it is currently IN your square, by the way, as well as Jogs')
Orina and Jogs(Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of Ratio and Scale
Seeing Jogs able to put a sizable dent in the thing fills Orina with unfounded confidence. "Eeek! I don't usually hit things!" she yells as she brings the mace down.
Attack: 19 Damage: 4 + Bless to attack roll: 3
Her spiritual mace copies the exact same motion at the same time:
Attack: 10 Damage: 11 + Bless to attack roll: 4
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Corvidae -> Wagon park
Dordis Falthenfyern
"Well, I often find my own self wandering about for the importance of knowledge," Dordis closes the book and quill, placing it back on his pack's elaborate pocket design for his books, "It only happens to be that recent occurences of have piqued interested into demons, yet I am not one to study the arts of darkness myself." Dordis says the last sentence in a slightly anxious and lying tone he brings his effort in to hide.
deception: roll amount- 10
Tetsuo's Tunnel:
Noldeme & Nae: "No name...name is...bad."
Noldeme places her hands on the creature, healing some of it's worst wounds. It's still in no shape to move, but it's injuries are no longer potentially life threatening. "Thank you." the pegasus says a little less shakily. "Beware giant."
Wagon Park:
Leshanna & Dordis: Areyo explains "We're looking for someone responsible for summoning demons, responsible for killing a friend of ours, who we need to teach a lesson. We weren't actually 100% sure, but based on your report, this confirms it. Is there any more information you can provide, appearance, location, other potential abilities? We need to know as much as possible before we take him out."
The Vilemind:
Yaw: You push on the door, tug at the dog ((apparently that's what the wheel like handles on those ship doors are called, fantastic)), but it doesn't seem to budge. You swing around the crossbow and pull the trigger PHEW a sudden bolt of green light is emitted out the end of crossbow, and you can see a small, glowing mark in the ceiling where it impacted slowly cooling. "Be more careful, that thing is clearly magic, there's no telling how much it is worth!" says Rattles. You move the cylinder, the char scrapes off, and you find what appears to be a button of some kind, which you push Fwwwosh a blade of green light springs from one end of the cylinder, and it gives a droning hum. "That is...I don't even know anymore. But it sure looks cool! The door locked behind us, so I guess we need to do some crawling..."
You hear a loud crackle coming from the ceiling, then a deep voice filled with static pulses "DO. NOT. LEAVE....YOU. MUST. REPAIR."
Corvidae:
Iam: You work tirelessly , quite literally, for hours on parts for this obstacle course. It's like a blur, but you can probably still recall every step you took. You can, and probably will, continue, but someone is trying to get your attention. "You do incredible work, I must say." says a nasally female voice. "I'll get straight to the point, I have somewhere someone like you can put your talents to good work. Do you have a sponsorship, yet?"
Redport:
Mikal: The man continues to analyze the room, you glimpse at him, you can tell he hasn't seen you, but in a way like someone notices litter on the side of the road in a hurry. He eventually reaches into a coat pocket, and disdainfully tosses a small paper card at the Aarakocra, at your face, and even at the orc sitting at a table nearby, then makes a 180 degree turn and heads out the door. The paper says, in all capitial letters, on one side 'REDESIGN YOUR LOGO. WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING.' and on the other side. 'WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU. EVERYTHING'S CONNECTED.'
Baron's Mansion:
Ulrich: John has no more smites, and is on the edge of being devoured, Dula has burned through her last spell slot. You force down the final reserves off the staff.
[| ] -17HP! +227XP
You are at door of death, all of you, it seems that perhaps fate is all that stands between you and your ally's lives. No, a gambler deals with fate. When at death's door, while some anguish, you come seeking aid. The queen is impartial, truely so, for she is TRUE DEATH, no care for heroism, tragedy, justice, or fulfillment...but the faithful call of a loyal follower is something else entirely, for in the act of death, yes, she is impartial, cold and cruel...but in an act to perserve life...she is under no such contract.
An ocean of smoke fills the room as the beast begins to reel back to destroy you. From beyond, a massive skeletal hand appears, dragging the abomination of flesh to THE END, where it belongs. When the smoke clears, only it's bones remain.
[ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX] VANQUISHED! +98XP! XP TOTAL: 1,800 The monster persists only in scarred minds now.
The Enn:
Xamodas: "Ah, so you are not lost, then?" says Red Dragon. "You must have travelled far, I have heard only whispers of your kind. Come, sit, let us discuss. I am the father of the fire, I am the color of leaves in valleys, and I am that of wealth and destruction. I am Red Dragon." He gives a slight chuckle. "At least, that's what you would hear of a riddle about me."
Zacharias: "Who is Connor?"
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Dungeon: Trial of Ratio and Scale:
Orina & Jogs: When Orina steps away (otherwise she would be put at disadvantage for the bolt), the snake tries to keep you from doing so! Attack: 12 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Jogs protection allows you to step away (I'll assume as far as possible, at least close enough to move to help/heal Jogs if needed). The Hesseracts form shudders and snaps at the massive magical burst! Your weapon follows up, but clatters uselessly!
[||||| ] -20 HP! 300XP
However, it's form continues to shudder, as it: 1
Suddenly grows to a massive size, now becoming LARGE. You hear a cacophany of slamming and hammering, it starts to coil around jogs, it's mostly hollow contruction slamming against you, you take 2 points of damage, and as it tightens around you Attack: 18 Damage: 6
Jogs is snagged within it's contruction, and is now Restrained! You are tossed and turned about as it continues to move, rolling over Grr and Hainsley2 "MORE PEWS, MORE PEWS, AH PEW PEW PEW PEW!" 16
[|| ] -15 HP! +225 XP
It continues it's rampage, rolling over Orina next 2 (You'll need to roll concentration for that bless) ((Yes, even still))
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Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of Ratio and Scale
Orina Con save 20
The Enn
Xamodas gracefully uncoils from the bow before taking a seat at the table. He could feel a sensation of awe and power, even if Red Dragon was doing nothing to deliberately cause it.
"Thank you, Red Dragon. I am Xamodas. My people have a partnership with some of the, er, Red Dragons of our home plane. They teach and guard our young, and fly with us on raids. One such dragon mentored me, and he told me to come here after I died, I suppose. He said I had more in common with him than with my natural-born people. Without his encouragement I wouldn't seek to impose. But I could use further guidance."
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Redport
"What a weird guy! What a weird way of making advertisement. I'll bet he doesn't get many customers this way." Mikal tosses the paper in a trash bin nearby "Well thanks for the sandwich, I'll be on my way". Mikal steps out of the breadsmith and takes the northern road to find a sign that leads him to Kinjono.
Investigation check: 9
Outer Corvidae -> Wagon park
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis mutters a sentence under their tone, unknowingly vocalizing than keeping the thought to themself. "I didn't exactly them my friend—They died for the safety of A-Connor and I." Dordis stays quiet and examines the rifle in an clear showing of his interest.
((Questions for the DM-))
Would the North Kingdom/Faksimile have access or knowledge in firearms? Were they the folk who invented it? Since Leopold could not take the kingdom, were they superior in their weapon designs or tactics? Finally, are there known firearms to be enhanced via magic through Glanyrafon? I would guess Dordis would know a bit about these since he is a sage/researcher of a father who is quite-known to be a good mentor of wizard arcanum and some dabbling in knowledge of historical lore.
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Baron's Mansion
It is not a warmth, it is not a comfort. For that is not her way.
It is just a certainty.
Ulrich falls to his knees, his head bowed. His whispered prayer comes at a rush, eyes closed. His hand reaches up and tugs her symbol free for any and all to see. A silent repeat of his pledge to her and it is done.
He crawls over to the other two, the deathclaw dragging behind him. "We live, thanks to her." He looks to the villagers. "The threat is over. We will see what can be..." His body slumps forward.
Corvidae - Museum: The Caretaker, a woman whose long dark hair is tied back, and is wearing sapphire necklace. "Wow, straight to the point, huh? Well, the museum here pays good money for donations of unique objects, does that count as work? Unless your intrested in becoming a Caretaker, we could hook you up with some city work, it would be much appreciated, my feet are getting pretty sore. You could have figured that anywhere...did someone reccomend me to you?"
Azora says " Aye, the barkeep over at the tavern recommended I come look for someone here about work. Didn't really point say who to speak with though."
Corvidae Wagon Park.
Leshanna describes the figure to the best of her ability, and the location of the encounter with it and the dogs. "I could travel back with you if you wish, and show you the exact location, though I fear the vagrant will no longer be around there by this point."
As the person with the book puts it away Leshanna listens to his words and shrugs. "I care not if you wish to study such things or not, but will aid you if you wish my help."
Corvidae- Crafter's Area
Iam look over at the lady speaking. "Greetings.", he replies. "If you do not mind moving with myself as I work, I would like to converse. I have others refer to myself as Iam and I am also interested in your offer, but still lots to do on this task." Iam gets a better hand on the materials he is moving, putting them in his left arm to free his right. Using his right hand he points at the paperwork pinned to his chest plate. "Iam is registered, as are the armaments myself caries. Iam passed the sentience test as well, but no. I do not have a sponsor. Could you explain what a sponsor is here and what the requirements are from the sponsor and the benefitee?"
Iam continues to work but slower and looks at the lady every few moments so that she knows he is paying attention.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Tetsuo’s tunnel
”Giant? That doesn’t sound good...” Nae looks at the pegasus with a heavy heart “Anything else we can do for you?”
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
The Vilemind:
Yaw: I stow the energy sword and pass it to Rattles, “I can’t have all the fun, be careful with it though. I get the feeling this can do some serious damage”
Jumping as the static voice comes on overhead, “It looks like you were right. We are being watched.”
I shout to the ceiling and aimlessly search the room. Where is the voice coming from? Could this be more magic? ”Who is speaking? Repair what? Are you hurt? We are more than willing to help if you just tell us where you are!”
OOC: What are the stats for these weapons?
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
"He's the one who contacted me through the skeleton," Zacharias explains. "I was with him when I died. We were traveling from Resolve to Corvidae together." The paladin chuckles. "He gave me the choice of who to travel with, and I chose him because he seemed the most lost of the three. But, sometimes, it's the ones who seem the furthest away from the truth that are seeking it the most." His eyes appear to return from staring into memory. "At least, that's what I've been taught." He looks up the stairs. "How much further?" he asks in the tone of one who is curious but not at all impatient.
Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of Ratio and Scale
Jogs grunts at the crushing force applied to her abdomen and wriggles her hammer free, awkwardly swinging at the Hesseract.
“I don’t have magic but PEW PEW’” she roars.
attack w disadvantage: 16 Bless: 4
damage: 11
Dm question:
Is xp per player or party? Did we both just get 525 xp?
Also, if the Hesseract keeps rolling, does Orina get an attack of opportunity on it? *holds mace at the ready*
Tetsuo's Tunnel:
'Yeah, I'm, huh, not exactly sure I'm ready to be going around fighting giants... But, if we keep an eye out, chances are we won't need to. Now that we know that's a threat, we can have an idea to avoid it." Noldeme responds, but besides that, she just waits to be sure they don't need to do anything else as per Nae's question.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Dungeon: Trial of Aspect and Scale:
Orina manages to hold her focus! She holds her ground, within the rotating walls,
it'sJog'sturn, currently having the ride of her life and getting horribly dizzy. Actually, Orina is up, and if she doesn't act soon, she might be having the same fun.Redport:
Mikal: "Take care!" they say, still cautiously eyeing the paper. The food was pretty great, you feel more than ready to take on whatever the day throws as you.
You take the road, walking along a lightly forested path, frequented by the occasional shrine. You eventually find a sign to Kinjono, and make your way. Not to long after, however, there is a cart stopped in the road. An elf is sitting crosslegged on top of it, looking at the road ahead. There appears to be a small horse grazing in the middle of the road.
Wagon Park:
For Dordis:
As you wish.
The weapons were orginally an ancient art, handed down by the orginal Grand Dragon of Blackport, and while the north may have taken their hand at crafting some weaponry of their own, it is costly, and the created the ammunition is the real problem. The Powder swamps in Blackport are as far as they now the only place to get the powder to propel the bullet, and reproducing the powder has been at best expensive and at worst dangerous. At the time of Leopolds war, the north had little to no manpower, a pitiful economy, and no allies (Blackport was also under Leopolds control.) What they did have were a few extremely talented individuals, unparralled magical research, and the resolve to defend at all costs. The Circle of Six: The Archbishop, The King, The Architect, The Magi, The General, The Sealer, used their combined strengths to completely decimate the army, as well as flattening the surrounding landscape. To this day, the kindgom is mostly defined by the current Oligarchs in The Six (although, the king has legal power to overturn any decision), King Arthur Cunningway, Archbishop Zinnia Gottfried, Architect exodiaPrimarch, Magi Grenvalda Dewhart, General Santeera Ilustra, and Sealer Ingrae Arctan.
I would say, in your father's research, it would be more than noted that the gun has close ties to the so called 'Smoke of Death' wielded by certain clerics, and there are spells that can mimic the properties of weapons to some degree, but never to the effectiveness of one finely crafted. If Faksimile has created such a weapon, it is mostly like another locked away, well guarded secret in the cities vault, Spearhead, which also serves as a magical research facility, saved to be used only when necessary. The military might have some in their possesion for trianing purposes, they have a much greater focus on magic that would be lost with such a shift, although it's not out of the question that they might be hoping to stockpile a few. Dordis has most likely only seen depictions and descriptions of such weapons, but never one in person.
Leshanna: "Really" says Areyo. "Well, as much as we'd like to ask for your help, we don't have anything to offer, and you are right, it would be a wild goose chase at this point. He has some way too get around pretty quickly as well. Your the best lead we've had in a while...I don't suppose there's any way we can help you? Find an Inn to rest, polish your rifle?"
Baron's Mansion:
Ulrich: You slump forward, completely exhausted, maybe even beyond that. Dula begins to do what she can, taking supplies and handing them out them out, before your vision gets hazy. The next time your vision comes back, someone is tending to wounds you wounds, but everyone who was sent out earlier is here, helping deal with the serious wounds. John and Dula seem to have things well under control, taking charge. "Hold still." says a voice. "I am tending to your wounds, you are blessed to have survived." The archbishop is personally tending to your wounds, which are way worse than you last saw. Your hands are bony, thin, and skeletal, and you look down, and realize you can see through your skin, but it is slowly returning flush. "I knew the weapon was dangerous, but I did not expect it too take such a toll on you. Perhaps you don't even mind, you might see them as blessings themselves." Light continues to pulse from her and your wounds fade. "I'm sure you have much to report, but tell me...did you make it suffer?"
Corvidae:
Nessaja: "Well, I...I do know some specific barkeeps, but, to me specifically, that's flattering but unlikely. What did he say about me- er, I mean, the people you are looking for, like a description, or something like that?"
Iam: "Simple, you get paid to represent a group, in this case, that would be the Develoment Sector from the North. We would pay for lodging and such benefits, and if you did well, we would offer additional rewards and employment. It's already clear your talents would be put to good work for some much needed repairs."
Tetsuo's Tunnel:
Nae: "Food? Water?" it tilts it's head..."A story?"
The Vilemind: (They use the same stats for a longsword and hand crossbow, but deal radiant damage instead of normal damage. The sword is also ignores of objects below AC 20, iron and steel can be cut through with enough time.)
The voices pulses from seemingly nowhere, but it sounds like it is coming from above: "I. AM. VILEMIND...I. AM. DAMAGED....CRITICAL. POWER. FAILURE. ALL. SECTORS...I. AM. HERE....I. AM. VILEMIND....PLEASE. FOLLOW. MY. INSTRUCTIONS."
The Enn:
Xamodas: Red billows smoke from his nose. "Hmm, I am not usually one to help those beyond my own kind, but...with a draconic mentor, I'm sure exceptions can be made. Tell me, what is it that you sought in your previous life, and what do you hope for in the next? Are you wanting to move on, retire your being into something new, or return with your previous goals in mind?"
Zacharias: "Ah, it sounds like with enough dilligence, he would see the light. Perhaps your efforts would convert him, if he does seek truth,...ah we are almost there, I imagine you'll have room for just about one last question."
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Dungeon Trial of Ratio and Scale: ((XP goes to all players, not divided at all, it's to encourage teamwork))
Jogs manages to wriggle her hammer through, and as it swings and hits the metal, it leaves a noticable dent! It seems when it get's larger, it's structure has also become less fortified! With the damage it has sustained so far, it has become wobbly and shakey, and ready to break apart at any moment!
[| ] -4 HP! +60 XP!
(Yes, if it moves out of your square, you get an oppurtunity attack...I shouldmention it is currently IN your square, by the way, as well as Jogs')
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Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of Ratio and Scale
Seeing Jogs able to put a sizable dent in the thing fills Orina with unfounded confidence. "Eeek! I don't usually hit things!" she yells as she brings the mace down.
Attack: 19 Damage: 4 + Bless to attack roll: 3
Her spiritual mace copies the exact same motion at the same time:
Attack: 10 Damage: 11 + Bless to attack roll: 4