You complete the ritual over the tarnished blade, and discover... it's an ordinary knife. It appears well made with an elegantly curved blade, and the point is still sharp even after it's extended immersion in the water. The handle looks like carved whalebone, but it rattles loosely. You think it might be worth something if you could clean it up a bit.
The gnolls have little of value on their person. As Sinsil would know, most are scavengers and raiders driven mostly by hunger for flesh- of any kind. You find a few dried knucklebones which may be a crude dice set, and three arrowheads attached to a couple of inches of splintered shafts. The arrowheads look like they have been etched with silver. They each had a spear and a crude shield, and mismatched hide armour. A couple of poorly maintained longbows and a couple of quivers of arrows complete your haul.
"You know Ashanti," Six begins, enjoying the gumbo, "this reminds me of something my aunt used to make for the New Dawn festival back home." He offers a grin. "Thank you for making it."
"You know Ashanti," Six begins, enjoying the gumbo, "this reminds me of something my aunt used to make for the New Dawn festival back home." He offers a grin. "Thank you for making it."
" No problem......so...hyena people....is that a common thing around here?"
Tristan pours the entire bowl down his maw, and tries to avoid looking at Sinsil's bowl "We should start early tomorrow. The longer we delay, the more danger we put that poor kid in."
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Sinsil now at Ashanti. "Yes, they're called Gnoll. Vile scavengers that care little for anything but destruction, eating and breeding." She takes a be final sip of her soup and hands the bowl to Tristan. "I agree, a rest, and then a quick march in the morning. I will even take a watch tonight just to have everyone rested sooner."
Tristan does his best to grin "Much appreciated." He laughs at what he presumes to be a joke, but with Ashanti, he is never quite sure "You should see teenage dragonborn. The biting is all part of the fun"
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
You settle yourselves for a cold night on the hilltop. The stars shine high and remote above you, and the twin moons of Catha and Ruidus cast a silver light across the rolling hills. I take it that Ashanti is taking first watch, so can you give me a perception check please?
The stars continue to wheel overhead, counting down the hours. It’s comforting that even so so far from home you can still pick out the same constellations. Nothing is stirring and your watch comes to an end uneventfully. Sinsil up next?
Very cool. Sinsil, an hour or two into your watch you begin to hear sounds on the wind blowing from the north. Yipping laughter, shrieks and snarls. As you listen, you hear more and more voices- and they’re heading in your direction.
Sinsil creates a minor Illusion of the sound of the dragon roaring from the cult leader during transformation only as loud as it can possibly be, both to wake up the party and deter the approach.
You hear some yelps and whines- peering through the darkness you can see figures in the distance begin to scatter and panic. You think you have bought some time before they get their pack back together- but also attracted a lot of attention to your position.
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(Quick house rule question. Can Sinsil interact with others while setting up rituals?)
(I will say yes to conversation when setting up the ritual, but not during the casting time of the actual spell.)
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
You complete the ritual over the tarnished blade, and discover... it's an ordinary knife. It appears well made with an elegantly curved blade, and the point is still sharp even after it's extended immersion in the water. The handle looks like carved whalebone, but it rattles loosely. You think it might be worth something if you could clean it up a bit.
The gnolls have little of value on their person. As Sinsil would know, most are scavengers and raiders driven mostly by hunger for flesh- of any kind. You find a few dried knucklebones which may be a crude dice set, and three arrowheads attached to a couple of inches of splintered shafts. The arrowheads look like they have been etched with silver. They each had a spear and a crude shield, and mismatched hide armour. A couple of poorly maintained longbows and a couple of quivers of arrows complete your haul.
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(Okay cool)
Ashanti begins making a very loose approximation of her grandmothers gumbo with the ingredients at hand.
When Sinsil goes to eat she casts prestidigitation to make her food taste how she wants.
"You know Ashanti," Six begins, enjoying the gumbo, "this reminds me of something my aunt used to make for the New Dawn festival back home." He offers a grin. "Thank you for making it."
No Longer Active" No problem......so...hyena people....is that a common thing around here?"
Tristan pours the entire bowl down his maw, and tries to avoid looking at Sinsil's bowl "We should start early tomorrow. The longer we delay, the more danger we put that poor kid in."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Sinsil now at Ashanti. "Yes, they're called Gnoll. Vile scavengers that care little for anything but destruction, eating and breeding." She takes a be final sip of her soup and hands the bowl to Tristan. "I agree, a rest, and then a quick march in the morning. I will even take a watch tonight just to have everyone rested sooner."
" So basically teenagers....except more with the biting."
" Ok, I'll wake you for your watch Sinsil."
Tristan does his best to grin "Much appreciated." He laughs at what he presumes to be a joke, but with Ashanti, he is never quite sure "You should see teenage dragonborn. The biting is all part of the fun"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
You settle yourselves for a cold night on the hilltop. The stars shine high and remote above you, and the twin moons of Catha and Ruidus cast a silver light across the rolling hills. I take it that Ashanti is taking first watch, so can you give me a perception check please?
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Perception: 13
The stars continue to wheel overhead, counting down the hours. It’s comforting that even so so far from home you can still pick out the same constellations. Nothing is stirring and your watch comes to an end uneventfully. Sinsil up next?
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Perception: 16
(( Should I become necessary: Perception for Alkyn: 16 (passive 16) )
Very cool. Sinsil, an hour or two into your watch you begin to hear sounds on the wind blowing from the north. Yipping laughter, shrieks and snarls. As you listen, you hear more and more voices- and they’re heading in your direction.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Sinsil creates a minor Illusion of the sound of the dragon roaring from the cult leader during transformation only as loud as it can possibly be, both to wake up the party and deter the approach.
You hear some yelps and whines- peering through the darkness you can see figures in the distance begin to scatter and panic. You think you have bought some time before they get their pack back together- but also attracted a lot of attention to your position.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.