"A transformation? Rituals? I don't like the sound of that. Are any of you hurt?" Intara questions as she leads you towards the farmhouse. She takes the silver circlet from Six with a gasp before giving him a big hug. "I never thought I would see this again. Thank you, all of you. We don't have a lot of gold, but if there's anything you need, it's yours. And of course you're staying here, I'd be offended if you didn't." Opening the door, she leads you into the house, and begins warming buckets of water on the stove.
"We'll get you all cleaned up, and you can get some sleep, as long as you don't mind floors. Me and the boys will keep watch."
Six returns the hug happily, purring a little, before following her into the house. He waves Ashanti ahead. "Go on, I will wash last," he decides, looking down at himself with a grimace. The fur would take some time to clean; best to let them go first. "Times like this I miss the ocean," he sighs wistfully. "So much easier to get clean when you can just dive into a wave."
Sinsil slips in to was before anyone can protest. She'll use prestidigitation to clean up her clothes while she soaks. *There, now they'll think I suffered along with them.* She muses to herself.
Six will go to wash after everyone else, not the least bit shy about it, given the large clan he's from. He takes care to clean the pendant around his neck before he cleans anything else, and finally relaxes on the floor, clean and dry.
Clean and dry, you stretch out to rest in the cosy farmhouse. There’s a sense of camaraderie and confidence in each other you begin to feel after facing down danger together. One after another, you fall asleep to the sound of an autumn breeze stirring the trees.
And as you awake in the early dawn, it is as Level 3 characters!
Those all sound excellent. I just realised that the ring doesn't require attunement, so after fiddling with it for a bit you figure out what it does. (Homebrew magic item- https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/1994206-kinetic-ring )
Anyone looking at the key?
In the early dawn, you hear the sounds of farmhands heading out to feed and exercise the horses. It seems the day starts early on a farm. Before long, Intara is bustling around the kitchen, while the pair of actors slump blearily at the table.
Six slips outside while the rest are in the kitchen, kneeling comfortably in the grass. He takes his sword and points it down into the earth and curls the fingers of his other hand around his pendant, bowing his head until it rests against the hilt of his sword. "Avandra," he whispers, "I think I am finally strong enough." He pauses here, considering his words carefully. "I swear myself fully to your service, to the preservation of the light and the freedom to change and grow as one should," he continues, wincing a little, sheepish. "I ah, apologize, for that...accident with Tiamat. If given the chance, I will make it right."
He breathes in, taking in the morning air and the scents of the farm after a night of rest. "I hope I will bring you honor, as I always strive to do," he finishes, raising his head and looking around once before pushing himself back to his feet and sheathing his sword. He yawns widely, stretching sore muscles, and wanders back towards the kitchen.
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Tristan scowls at the gnome. "You could be a bit nicer to our potential hosts." He whispers.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"A transformation? Rituals? I don't like the sound of that. Are any of you hurt?" Intara questions as she leads you towards the farmhouse. She takes the silver circlet from Six with a gasp before giving him a big hug. "I never thought I would see this again. Thank you, all of you. We don't have a lot of gold, but if there's anything you need, it's yours. And of course you're staying here, I'd be offended if you didn't." Opening the door, she leads you into the house, and begins warming buckets of water on the stove.
"We'll get you all cleaned up, and you can get some sleep, as long as you don't mind floors. Me and the boys will keep watch."
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti stares at the water with an almost hungry look on her face, " Can I wash first?"
" I can help the rest of you too....if your not shy..."
"I thought I was being nice." Sinsil says with a grimace.
"By all means oh peerless navigator." Sinsil says with what she believes is jovial humor.
Six returns the hug happily, purring a little, before following her into the house. He waves Ashanti ahead. "Go on, I will wash last," he decides, looking down at himself with a grimace. The fur would take some time to clean; best to let them go first. "Times like this I miss the ocean," he sighs wistfully. "So much easier to get clean when you can just dive into a wave."
No Longer ActiveSinsil openly shudders. "I've heard tales about the sea and the monstrosities it hides, you won't see me in the ocean if my life depended on it."
(Mobile)
”Ahh the sea isn’t all that. It is quite nice, ‘part from all that salt gets under my scales. Takes days of hot baths to wash out.”
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Ashanti heads off and washes herself thoroughly from head to toe with vigourous usage of her ability to shape water.
Feeling much refreshed she beckons to the others..
Sinsil slips in to was before anyone can protest. She'll use prestidigitation to clean up her clothes while she soaks. *There, now they'll think I suffered along with them.* She muses to herself.
Six will go to wash after everyone else, not the least bit shy about it, given the large clan he's from. He takes care to clean the pendant around his neck before he cleans anything else, and finally relaxes on the floor, clean and dry.
No Longer ActiveClean and dry, you stretch out to rest in the cosy farmhouse. There’s a sense of camaraderie and confidence in each other you begin to feel after facing down danger together. One after another, you fall asleep to the sound of an autumn breeze stirring the trees.
And as you awake in the early dawn, it is as Level 3 characters!
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Also, as a point of order, will anyone be attuning or identifying the key or the iron ring?
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
(Oh sweet, Six is gonna go Oath of the Ancients! Also, yeah, he's gonna fiddle with the iron ring and attune it)
No Longer Active( Going Champion......doubling my Crit chances is never a bad thing. She'll leave the magic stuff to the magic folk.)
(Updated Sinsil. Picked my 2 new spells )
(Going gunslinger.....Big lizard with a bigger gun.)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Those all sound excellent. I just realised that the ring doesn't require attunement, so after fiddling with it for a bit you figure out what it does. (Homebrew magic item- https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/1994206-kinetic-ring )
Anyone looking at the key?
In the early dawn, you hear the sounds of farmhands heading out to feed and exercise the horses. It seems the day starts early on a farm. Before long, Intara is bustling around the kitchen, while the pair of actors slump blearily at the table.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
(Tristan will look at the key)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
(if she had the money for the pearl sinsil would have identified them.) Sinsil will summon an unseen servant to help in the kitchen.
Six slips outside while the rest are in the kitchen, kneeling comfortably in the grass. He takes his sword and points it down into the earth and curls the fingers of his other hand around his pendant, bowing his head until it rests against the hilt of his sword. "Avandra," he whispers, "I think I am finally strong enough." He pauses here, considering his words carefully. "I swear myself fully to your service, to the preservation of the light and the freedom to change and grow as one should," he continues, wincing a little, sheepish. "I ah, apologize, for that...accident with Tiamat. If given the chance, I will make it right."
He breathes in, taking in the morning air and the scents of the farm after a night of rest. "I hope I will bring you honor, as I always strive to do," he finishes, raising his head and looking around once before pushing himself back to his feet and sheathing his sword. He yawns widely, stretching sore muscles, and wanders back towards the kitchen.
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