It's natural for you to swim the waters of memory, past existence, flowing through you. Those life times you spent hunting, the ones you spent building those amazing constructs, and the one. The one, in which you wandered the halls, shared teas, whispering the new possibilities into the ears of those who may dream them into being. Again the tea, the gossip of the three mighty beasts, the interesting dynamics of morality, loyalty, and passion playing out between them and the others.
"I tell you, they're going to tear everything down and he's just going to keep flowing from one reality to another."
"I told the sisters, I am not getting involved. We existed before them and we'll exist after."
"You don't know that is true. Everything has changed. You know it has."
"I answered you already, Zandilar."
"Then what are you going to do?"
You know your smirk is the same. You raise your hand as a bow appears within it.
"I'm going hunting."
And Rinn - You wake from your Reverie.
For the next 24 hours you have advantage on any attack with a bow.
TT, It's strange to watch the Goblinkin as they go about their business. Gralk says the king has sent messengers to all the lashers of the tribes. She says she and the other seeded from the other tribes will join the king at the castle soon. First, she will need to learn more. Then there is the key. You haven't had time to really mention it to anyone. It provides you a calm cool comfort.
Is TT doing anything this evening before the camp breaks up in the morning?
Eli is very quiet from the moment he heard TT's response to his question and the Goblinkin's entreaties. He checks frequently on the dwarf, Rockseeker, speaking to him quietly in Dwarven. He sets up his tent and bedroll for Rockseeker and spends the evening in fitful watch.
Eli has exhaustion and disadvantage on all ability checks until the next long rest.
Through the time after the hunt until her night's rest, Blaire spends a great deal of time speaking with Gralk, Gaatbort and a few other goblinkin about the wolves and the clans. She's proud to agree with TT to cash in the geods to trade for supplies for the clan when they get back to Phandalin.
She shares with TT that she's a bit nervous about the next steps.
She spends a good deal of time in meditation and prayer.
Wolfsong keeps to himself rather depressed still from the fight with the owlbear but he perks up after hearing the update from Robwin.
"Hear that Rinn we should be able to find a much better hunt with that Manticore," Wolfsong says with a smile as his mind turns to the next hunt. "What say the rest of you after resupplying at Phandalin we head for Axeholm?"
After a nights rest Wolfsong will wake early and take the final watch.
Robwin, As you enter Reverie you fund yourself holding an ornate silver platter with small bottles of paint set upon it. In front of you are the two women you so often identify as the embodiment of the weave. The one pale whites and golds, the other dark purples, blacks and silvers. Both are wearing extremely alluring evening dress robes. They are doting on an extremely handsome athletic tanned male in a fine tartan. The golden one is laying heavily across his left side watching as the silver one is carefully painting the nails of the man's fingernails, each with a different color.
"How do you two talk me into these things?", says the male with a hi t of laughter in his voice.
"Oh, a charm potion darling.", says the silver haired as she starts a new finger.
"Sister!", says the golden one in shock.
"Really?", laughs the man.
"Of course. Let's be honest, you would never try anything fun without a little motivation.", responds the silver one.
"What do you use?", asks the man.
"Well, you start with an Owlbear feather", she starts explaining as she turns from her work, looks straight into your eyes and winks.
You wake, Robwin, holding your spellbook in your lap. It is open to a new page. On it is written in fine purple ink, "[potion]Philter of Love[/potion]", the details and ingredients to create it.
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DC 15 to succeed.
Creation of this item requires an herbalism kit, an Owlbear feather, 100 gp of other ingredients and 3 workdays of time. Proficiency in an herbalism kit allows you to add your Proficiency bonus to the success role.
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Philter of Love The next time you see a creature within 10 minutes after drinking this philter, you become charmed by that creature for 1 hour. If the creature is of a species and gender you are normally attracted to, you regard it as your true love while you are charmed. This potion's rose-hued, effervescent liquid contains one easy-to-miss bubble shaped like a heart.
TT, As you meditate at sundown as all "Cleric of Kelemvor" do, you feel yourself in a heightened state of awareness, you open your mind's eye and know you are in the Crystal Spire. You hear the calm calculating voice that has come to you only rarely.
"I do believe my dear friend and her sister are awake. I wonder why their gaze has fallen so keenly upon you and your new charge. My key may be a blessing to you. It's existence on Faerûn is tenuous. Be wise. Lay the dead to rest. Be at peace."
As your awareness is again fully in your own body, you feel stronger.
For the next 24 hours, until the next long rest, you have 20 temporary additional Hit Points.
Rinn nods to Wolfsong as he mentions the manticore, thinking back to when they'd come across such a creature before, but not killed it.
(OOC - I'm pretty sure that's how it went down... so long ago!)
Rinn sits quietly in the cart, keeping close watch, as they return to Phandalin. As they approach the town, he lets out a quiet sigh, happy to be in a homely spot once more.
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Robwin wakes from his trance in quite a state, sweating, breathing... holding his spellbook. As soon as he sees the familiar ink he looks around for some sign. Then he kicks himself: he would never ‘see’ a sign....
Quickly he places one hand against the freshly written page, eyes closed, his other hand feeling for the weave around him, caressing the strands he finds, seeing if he can sense anything Pale, or Dark, or both.... ... ...
He strains, quietening his mind, feeling for knots, or heat, or a reaction, something, before the feeling - the connection - is gone. A touch, a kiss, a way... through... ... A place thin enough....
Rinn nods to Wolfsong as he mentions the manticore, thinking back to when they'd come across such a creature before, but not killed it.
(OOC - I'm pretty sure that's how it went down... so long ago!)
Rinn sits quietly in the cart, keeping close watch, as they return to Phandalin. As they approach the town, he lets out a quiet sigh, happy to be in a homely spot once more.
Rinn, The first time you encountered the manticore was with Eli, Ikki, Blaire and Various on your first trip through Umbrage Hill to Gnomengarde. You found out then that it had a mate.
Robwin wakes from his trance in quite a state, sweating, breathing... holding his spellbook. As soon as he sees the familiar ink he looks around for some sign. Then he kicks himself: he would never ‘see’ a sign....
Quickly he places one hand against the freshly written page, eyes closed, his other hand feeling for the weave around him, caressing the strands he finds, seeing if he can sense anything Pale, or Dark, or both.... ... ...
He strains, quietening his mind, feeling for knots, or heat, or a reaction, something, before the feeling - the connection - is gone. A touch, a kiss, a way... through... ... A place thin enough....
Pure Arcana check (or investigation, both +6): 18
As you meditate late in the evening, after your Reverie, you reach through your meditation and you do feel the weave is strong here, as you have felt often, and does feel like it's shifting in waves like a shifting tide on the shore. You cannot trace the specifics of it but you have felt the disruptions around Gralk in a far more tangible way than ever before in this life. Maybe there is a lot more to this area, this magical well ... then you catch yourself... What well? ...
“...magical well...”, Robwin mutters aloud as he opens his eyes and looks around. As he comes fully back to himself and to the present, he just instinctively tidies the pages in his spell book back together, along with some loose pages he’d been writing notes on and practicing on. He sets away his pens and inks and his other bits and pieces.
Since he’s up early, he’ll join whoever’s on watch, and keep them company, and quietly think about what he’s seen this night.
As morning comes, he’ll help muster some breakfast together and pack up his things ready to go.
As always, when they set off, he’ll cast mage armor, which activates his Arcane Ward too (+12hp). He’s happy to chat, but in the gaps in conversation he’ll practice his ritual spells, at the very least trying to maintain comprehend languages whenever it’s about to expire.
Following on from what Wolfsong was saying, Robwin would say, “I’ve never been to Axeholm... If they’re being terrorised by the Manticores, or the dragon, perhaps we should head that way soon”.
”And I guess we should check in with the town master and everyone in town, and these factions that wish to speak with us too! Then we can decide on priorities”.
"I have not been to Axeholm either," Wolfsong responds. "But i agree, we should check in and resupply before the next hunt, there are a few thing I hope to be able to find back in town. You know anything of Axeholm, Rinn?"
As the party is approaching Barthen’s Provisions from the northern road the Triboar Trail, you see M'aiq running toward you from town waving frantically. "Please! Please! You must help!", panting hard, he continues, "A group of Redbrand are in a fight with Mr. Dendrar and Ms. Thornton!"
"Mr. Sildar said to try and find you. He and Sister Garaele and others are already heading that way!"
As he's loudly engaging you, Sarah is exiting the store to see what's going on.
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Rinn, After your watch, you take time to rest.
Your meditation slips into Reverie.
It's natural for you to swim the waters of memory, past existence, flowing through you. Those life times you spent hunting, the ones you spent building those amazing constructs, and the one. The one, in which you wandered the halls, shared teas, whispering the new possibilities into the ears of those who may dream them into being. Again the tea, the gossip of the three mighty beasts, the interesting dynamics of morality, loyalty, and passion playing out between them and the others.
"I tell you, they're going to tear everything down and he's just going to keep flowing from one reality to another."
"I told the sisters, I am not getting involved. We existed before them and we'll exist after."
"You don't know that is true. Everything has changed. You know it has."
"I answered you already, Zandilar."
"Then what are you going to do?"
You know your smirk is the same. You raise your hand as a bow appears within it.
"I'm going hunting."
And Rinn - You wake from your Reverie.
For the next 24 hours you have advantage on any attack with a bow.
TT, It's strange to watch the Goblinkin as they go about their business. Gralk says the king has sent messengers to all the lashers of the tribes. She says she and the other seeded from the other tribes will join the king at the castle soon. First, she will need to learn more. Then there is the key. You haven't had time to really mention it to anyone. It provides you a calm cool comfort.
Is TT doing anything this evening before the camp breaks up in the morning?
Eli is very quiet from the moment he heard TT's response to his question and the Goblinkin's entreaties. He checks frequently on the dwarf, Rockseeker, speaking to him quietly in Dwarven. He sets up his tent and bedroll for Rockseeker and spends the evening in fitful watch.
Eli has exhaustion and disadvantage on all ability checks until the next long rest.
Through the time after the hunt until her night's rest, Blaire spends a great deal of time speaking with Gralk, Gaatbort and a few other goblinkin about the wolves and the clans. She's proud to agree with TT to cash in the geods to trade for supplies for the clan when they get back to Phandalin.
She shares with TT that she's a bit nervous about the next steps.
She spends a good deal of time in meditation and prayer.
Wolfsong keeps to himself rather depressed still from the fight with the owlbear but he perks up after hearing the update from Robwin.
"Hear that Rinn we should be able to find a much better hunt with that Manticore," Wolfsong says with a smile as his mind turns to the next hunt. "What say the rest of you after resupplying at Phandalin we head for Axeholm?"
After a nights rest Wolfsong will wake early and take the final watch.
Robwin, As you enter Reverie you fund yourself holding an ornate silver platter with small bottles of paint set upon it. In front of you are the two women you so often identify as the embodiment of the weave. The one pale whites and golds, the other dark purples, blacks and silvers. Both are wearing extremely alluring evening dress robes. They are doting on an extremely handsome athletic tanned male in a fine tartan. The golden one is laying heavily across his left side watching as the silver one is carefully painting the nails of the man's fingernails, each with a different color.
"How do you two talk me into these things?", says the male with a hi t of laughter in his voice.
"Oh, a charm potion darling.", says the silver haired as she starts a new finger.
"Sister!", says the golden one in shock.
"Really?", laughs the man.
"Of course. Let's be honest, you would never try anything fun without a little motivation.", responds the silver one.
"What do you use?", asks the man.
"Well, you start with an Owlbear feather", she starts explaining as she turns from her work, looks straight into your eyes and winks.
You wake, Robwin, holding your spellbook in your lap. It is open to a new page. On it is written in fine purple ink, "[potion]Philter of Love[/potion]", the details and ingredients to create it.
=============================
DC 15 to succeed.
Creation of this item requires an herbalism kit, an Owlbear feather, 100 gp of other ingredients and 3 workdays of time. Proficiency in an herbalism kit allows you to add your Proficiency bonus to the success role.
=============================
Philter of Love
The next time you see a creature within 10 minutes after drinking this philter, you become charmed by that creature for 1 hour. If the creature is of a species and gender you are normally attracted to, you regard it as your true love while you are charmed. This potion's rose-hued, effervescent liquid contains one easy-to-miss bubble shaped like a heart.
Type. Ingested
TT, As you meditate at sundown as all "Cleric of Kelemvor" do, you feel yourself in a heightened state of awareness, you open your mind's eye and know you are in the Crystal Spire. You hear the calm calculating voice that has come to you only rarely.
"I do believe my dear friend and her sister are awake. I wonder why their gaze has fallen so keenly upon you and your new charge. My key may be a blessing to you. It's existence on Faerûn is tenuous. Be wise. Lay the dead to rest. Be at peace."
As your awareness is again fully in your own body, you feel stronger.
For the next 24 hours, until the next long rest, you have 20 temporary additional Hit Points.
As you rise in the morning and break camp, you head to Phandalin as the Goblinkin head to the castle leaving Gralk, Glufs and Gaatbort with you.
You'll be entering Phandalin just before sundown.
Is there any discussion/RP over the evening or on the road?
(Woot!)
TT would come to with a new longing to do her gods bidding.
(Do I have the key, I can't remember if it was given to me or just shown?)
Rinn nods to Wolfsong as he mentions the manticore, thinking back to when they'd come across such a creature before, but not killed it.
(OOC - I'm pretty sure that's how it went down... so long ago!)
Rinn sits quietly in the cart, keeping close watch, as they return to Phandalin. As they approach the town, he lets out a quiet sigh, happy to be in a homely spot once more.
Robwin wakes from his trance in quite a state, sweating, breathing... holding his spellbook. As soon as he sees the familiar ink he looks around for some sign. Then he kicks himself: he would never ‘see’ a sign....
Quickly he places one hand against the freshly written page, eyes closed, his other hand feeling for the weave around him, caressing the strands he finds, seeing if he can sense anything Pale, or Dark, or both.... ... ...
He strains, quietening his mind, feeling for knots, or heat, or a reaction, something, before the feeling - the connection - is gone. A touch, a kiss, a way... through... ... A place thin enough....
Pure Arcana check (or investigation, both +6): 14
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
TT has the key. Gralk gave it to you when she said she found it around noon the previous day.
Rinn, The first time you encountered the manticore was with Eli, Ikki, Blaire and Various on your first trip through Umbrage Hill to Gnomengarde. You found out then that it had a mate.
As you meditate late in the evening, after your Reverie, you reach through your meditation and you do feel the weave is strong here, as you have felt often, and does feel like it's shifting in waves like a shifting tide on the shore. You cannot trace the specifics of it but you have felt the disruptions around Gralk in a far more tangible way than ever before in this life. Maybe there is a lot more to this area, this magical well ... then you catch yourself... What well? ...
“...magical well...”, Robwin mutters aloud as he opens his eyes and looks around. As he comes fully back to himself and to the present, he just instinctively tidies the pages in his spell book back together, along with some loose pages he’d been writing notes on and practicing on. He sets away his pens and inks and his other bits and pieces.
Since he’s up early, he’ll join whoever’s on watch, and keep them company, and quietly think about what he’s seen this night.
As morning comes, he’ll help muster some breakfast together and pack up his things ready to go.
As always, when they set off, he’ll cast mage armor, which activates his Arcane Ward too (+12hp). He’s happy to chat, but in the gaps in conversation he’ll practice his ritual spells, at the very least trying to maintain comprehend languages whenever it’s about to expire.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Following on from what Wolfsong was saying, Robwin would say, “I’ve never been to Axeholm... If they’re being terrorised by the Manticores, or the dragon, perhaps we should head that way soon”.
”And I guess we should check in with the town master and everyone in town, and these factions that wish to speak with us too! Then we can decide on priorities”.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
"I have not been to Axeholm either," Wolfsong responds. "But i agree, we should check in and resupply before the next hunt, there are a few thing I hope to be able to find back in town. You know anything of Axeholm, Rinn?"
Rinn shakes his head, "Can't say I've ever been there. Should be interesting though. So long as we don't find a dragon on the way."
As the party is approaching Barthen’s Provisions from the northern road the Triboar Trail, you see M'aiq running toward you from town waving frantically. "Please! Please! You must help!", panting hard, he continues, "A group of Redbrand are in a fight with Mr. Dendrar and Ms. Thornton!"
"Mr. Sildar said to try and find you. He and Sister Garaele and others are already heading that way!"
As he's loudly engaging you, Sarah is exiting the store to see what's going on.