OOC: Well that sheet was but I made the adjustments and will put it here for everyone to see. I also made some equipment adjustments. I assume we do not have +1 weapons so I dropped the +1 dagger and +1 Rapier and added a hand crossbow on there. yes I assume we would have met at the manner but I should have probably put my name in there anyways, hehe sorry still kind of new to this so learning.
Kiellie looks at the two that are there already one seeming to be a little more out of breath than the other but gives them both a soft if not mischievous smile. "It would do no one any good if I am seen all the time" she smiled a little bigger. Pulling her cowl down off her head letting her long hair flow across her shoulders and back. "Thank you for the blessing, but I am sure we will need that strength of yours later. I am looking forward to this for a promise of great reward is enough to motivate me to move without much hesitation."
OOC: No problem at all really. Glad to have you around!
The Dragonborn patted his new thick leather belt that held his various potions and poultices "Yes, great rewards are fine. I have learned the value of material wealth since walking the world. We do not have so many luxuries in my home. I feel...what is the word...ah, spoiled?" Kevash said, looking to the others. He just gave a another nod, self-affirming his guess. "I am Kevash. " He said to Kiellie. "I am humbled to meet you, Dark One".
OOC: Hey LannaTay, I think the DM will be out until tonight. How would we do that, thought? I don't think we have the ability to make the characters sheets view-able on this site yet.
OOC: Yup, even for players in the same DNDB campaign, we can't actually see character sheets of other players; just the thumbnails of their names, portrait, etc. Only the GM has full access to each player's sheet
Features/Feats: Darkvision (60'), Fey Ancestry (Advantage vs. charm, Immune to Magic Sleep), Trance, Bonus Cantrip (True Strike), Breadth of Knowledge (Gain 2 proficiencies between Long Rests), Mystical Recovery (gain 1hp per turn per Psi Point spent), Telepathy (120', line of sight), Memory of One Thousand Steps (Reaction. Teleport to unpccupied space I inhabited since last turn, incoming attack misses. Refresh on Short/Long rest), Strength of Mind (Change WIS save proficiency to another ability between Long Rests), Mobile (+10 Speed, Dash ignore Difficult Terrain, no AoO from melee target until end of turn (regardless of hit/miss))
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the party comes to rest atop the mountain at the entrance to danger, Shariel steps from the doorway, seemingly out of thin air, "Well it's about time! I wondered if you all would ever make it up this hill." The elf had a malicious play in her eyes like a cat chasing a cornered mouse.
Stepping out, she smacks Boresh on the head, "Always the slowpoke, aren't we? Try opening up that rock of a head and you'll see the world really isn't so big or hard to cover," looking to the rest assembled, Shariel twirls an arrow in her fingers and rests her other hand on he hilt of a sword at her hip, "Now then, who is ready to fight and who is ready to kill? The difference can be startling and best to know it before coming to blows."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kevash was about to address the wretched child that had joined their party when Shariel stepped out from the entrance to the mountain. He glowered as much as his reptilian face would allow. "Shariel, you are always such a hot head. " he said and stamped the end of his staff on the ground. "Let us temper this challenge with patience and caution". Kevash shook his head.
(Kevash, could you make a WIS save, DC 14? Nothing malicious, just wanted to see how my next interaction plays out.)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Shariel steps past Kevash, skulking about the mountaintop and eager to get moving, "To those I not sporting a face like a boar or alligator, I'm afraid I've already forgotten your names. You'll have to excuse me, I'm so used to transient relationships, I simply let others come and go without notice. Shariel; short and sweet. The rest about me you'll learn in time."
As Shariel passes Kevash, her form staggers momentarily,like her very being was trying to slip away. A chill enters his mind like a winter gust through a rainforest.
Don't chase the Moon, Gator-Shaman. Bigger fools have tried. You may as well try to shackle the wind.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The Dragonborn shivers as the words invade his mind. He eyes the girl quizzically, as if giving careful consideration to all she had said. Kevash's scowl deepens. "I do not chase the moon. I do not know how, and it is day. The moon is not out yet, Shariel. " He pauses for a moment, "And the wind cannot be shackled! Why do you say such strange things? I thought you were the smart one?"
Shariel smiles back to the dragonborn playfully, "What are you on about? Are you hearing things now? It's not wise to listen to blustering winds. They tend to get very loud this high up."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kiellie looks about the strange girl then looks toward the other one who just appeared from no where. Quietly sizing them all up just in case things go dreadfully wrong below. Hearing the question from the other female she quickly replied "I have learned to tame that part of my ancestry I tend not to run head on to a fight anymore, but I am quite capable of a kill quickly and silently if need be."
Shariel's attention was immediately locked on the Drow. Striding across the clearing, she held the arrow like a drillmaster's baton. Without taking her eyes off Kiellie, Shariel pointed at the dingy-looking girl with the rumbling feet, "I like her. Speaks in evasive metaphors. Can't quite place it, but I like the type."
As Shariel came face-to-face with Kiellie, she held the arrowhead between their faces, "Now why would you deny natural talent? If I treasured my heritage as you do, this little bugger would be to its fletchings up my ass while I spout some lofty ideal about wisdom and the arcane intricacies of the world." Waving the arrow dismissively, she walked back to the entrance, "Such as it is, as long as you are prepared to fight and killed, you can call yourself a distant cousin of our friend Boresh here." In contrast to her introduction, Shariel leaned on the half-orc's shoulder with sisterly affection.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kiellie snorted a little at the woman so close to her with the arrow. "If I treasured my heritage I wouldn't be standing here with the likes of you, now would I. See the difference in you and me is that I value life or well" she pauses and purses her lips up slightly "I value what life can bring there are no fortunes in death, once dead it is all gone. But alive you continue to get more and more that my new friend I value more than any heritage." she smiled as she watched the woman move back to the half orc.
Kevash rolled his eyes and leaned on his staff as the two went at it. "Death brings fortune" He said. "It is just not a direct fortune for you. It is for everyone. " He paused. " Most things anyway. Maybe except for what died. " He paused again and shook his head "It is the renewal of the cycle. Death nourishes life in a way...and it is necessary. " Kevash just waved a reptilian hand and stepped forward. "Regardless. The point is lost. We are deviated from our course. We must enter the mountain" He said, stepping to the mouth of the stairwell and gesturing down with his staff.
Shariel gives a wide grin to Kevash, "For once, I truly agree wholeheartedly with you. Death has its rewards to the world, but its fortunes only go to the victors or the glorious dead." Adjusting various belts and bandoliers, Shariel seemed intent to become the latter.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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The investigation of the staircase is a success. There are no apparent traps or obstacles to worry about.
"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake." -Henry David Thoreau
OOC: Well that sheet was but I made the adjustments and will put it here for everyone to see. I also made some equipment adjustments. I assume we do not have +1 weapons so I dropped the +1 dagger and +1 Rapier and added a hand crossbow on there. yes I assume we would have met at the manner but I should have probably put my name in there anyways, hehe sorry still kind of new to this so learning.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_zry_-IdESrcGVHdUVNWWJobUVwZEFZSThva3lLRF8wV1J3/view?usp=sharing
Kiellie looks at the two that are there already one seeming to be a little more out of breath than the other but gives them both a soft if not mischievous smile. "It would do no one any good if I am seen all the time" she smiled a little bigger. Pulling her cowl down off her head letting her long hair flow across her shoulders and back. "Thank you for the blessing, but I am sure we will need that strength of yours later. I am looking forward to this for a promise of great reward is enough to motivate me to move without much hesitation."
OOC: No problem at all really. Glad to have you around!
The Dragonborn patted his new thick leather belt that held his various potions and poultices "Yes, great rewards are fine. I have learned the value of material wealth since walking the world. We do not have so many luxuries in my home. I feel...what is the word...ah, spoiled?" Kevash said, looking to the others. He just gave a another nod, self-affirming his guess. "I am Kevash. " He said to Kiellie. "I am humbled to meet you, Dark One".
ooc: Are we going to make a campaign so everyone can view our characters on here without having to use a link?
OOC: Hey LannaTay, I think the DM will be out until tonight. How would we do that, thought? I don't think we have the ability to make the characters sheets view-able on this site yet.
OOC: Yup, even for players in the same DNDB campaign, we can't actually see character sheets of other players; just the thumbnails of their names, portrait, etc. Only the GM has full access to each player's sheet
ooc: oh ok
Character Sheet (any questions or concerns, let me know)
Shariel, Lvl 5 Mystic (Nomad), High Elf, CN (NE), Background: Entertainer (Gladiator)
Str: 8, Dex: 16, Con: 10, Int: 16(19), Wis: 13, Cha: 12, Speed: 40, Initiative: 3, HP: 28, AC: 16, Saves: INT/WIS, Proficiency: +3
Proficiency: Acrobatics (+6), Insight (+5), Medicine (+5), Perception (+5), Performance (+4),
Equipment Proficiencies: Light Armor, Simple Weapons, Elvish Weapons (Long/Shortsword & Long/Shortbow)
Equipment: 45g, Glamoured Studded Leather Armor, Headband of Intellect, Healer's Kit x2 (10g), Caltrops x5 (5g), Explorer's Pack (class), Alchemist's Fire x3 (150g), Healing Potion x3 (150g), Acid x3 (75g), Oil Flask x10 (1g), Short Sword x2 (background), Studded Leather (class), Longbow (50g), Dagger x5 (10g)
Features/Feats: Darkvision (60'), Fey Ancestry (Advantage vs. charm, Immune to Magic Sleep), Trance, Bonus Cantrip (True Strike), Breadth of Knowledge (Gain 2 proficiencies between Long Rests), Mystical Recovery (gain 1hp per turn per Psi Point spent), Telepathy (120', line of sight), Memory of One Thousand Steps (Reaction. Teleport to unpccupied space I inhabited since last turn, incoming attack misses. Refresh on Short/Long rest), Strength of Mind (Change WIS save proficiency to another ability between Long Rests), Mobile (+10 Speed, Dash ignore Difficult Terrain, no AoO from melee target until end of turn (regardless of hit/miss))
Talents: Blindspot, Mind Slam
Disciplines (27 Psi Points, 5 Psi Limit, DC 15, +7 Atk)
- Nomadic Step
- Nomadic Arrow
- Nomadic Mind
- Nomadic Chameleon
- Precognition
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the party comes to rest atop the mountain at the entrance to danger, Shariel steps from the doorway, seemingly out of thin air, "Well it's about time! I wondered if you all would ever make it up this hill." The elf had a malicious play in her eyes like a cat chasing a cornered mouse.
Stepping out, she smacks Boresh on the head, "Always the slowpoke, aren't we? Try opening up that rock of a head and you'll see the world really isn't so big or hard to cover," looking to the rest assembled, Shariel twirls an arrow in her fingers and rests her other hand on he hilt of a sword at her hip, "Now then, who is ready to fight and who is ready to kill? The difference can be startling and best to know it before coming to blows."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kevash was about to address the wretched child that had joined their party when Shariel stepped out from the entrance to the mountain. He glowered as much as his reptilian face would allow. "Shariel, you are always such a hot head. " he said and stamped the end of his staff on the ground. "Let us temper this challenge with patience and caution". Kevash shook his head.
(Kevash, could you make a WIS save, DC 14? Nothing malicious, just wanted to see how my next interaction plays out.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(Sure thing)
Wisdom Save: 14
(Blindspot against Kevash. Successful WIS Save)
Shariel steps past Kevash, skulking about the mountaintop and eager to get moving, "To those I not sporting a face like a boar or alligator, I'm afraid I've already forgotten your names. You'll have to excuse me, I'm so used to transient relationships, I simply let others come and go without notice. Shariel; short and sweet. The rest about me you'll learn in time."
As Shariel passes Kevash, her form staggers momentarily,like her very being was trying to slip away. A chill enters his mind like a winter gust through a rainforest.
Don't chase the Moon, Gator-Shaman. Bigger fools have tried. You may as well try to shackle the wind.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The Dragonborn shivers as the words invade his mind. He eyes the girl quizzically, as if giving careful consideration to all she had said. Kevash's scowl deepens. "I do not chase the moon. I do not know how, and it is day. The moon is not out yet, Shariel. " He pauses for a moment, "And the wind cannot be shackled! Why do you say such strange things? I thought you were the smart one?"
Shariel smiles back to the dragonborn playfully, "What are you on about? Are you hearing things now? It's not wise to listen to blustering winds. They tend to get very loud this high up."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kiellie looks about the strange girl then looks toward the other one who just appeared from no where. Quietly sizing them all up just in case things go dreadfully wrong below. Hearing the question from the other female she quickly replied "I have learned to tame that part of my ancestry I tend not to run head on to a fight anymore, but I am quite capable of a kill quickly and silently if need be."
Shariel's attention was immediately locked on the Drow. Striding across the clearing, she held the arrow like a drillmaster's baton. Without taking her eyes off Kiellie, Shariel pointed at the dingy-looking girl with the rumbling feet, "I like her. Speaks in evasive metaphors. Can't quite place it, but I like the type."
As Shariel came face-to-face with Kiellie, she held the arrowhead between their faces, "Now why would you deny natural talent? If I treasured my heritage as you do, this little bugger would be to its fletchings up my ass while I spout some lofty ideal about wisdom and the arcane intricacies of the world." Waving the arrow dismissively, she walked back to the entrance, "Such as it is, as long as you are prepared to fight and killed, you can call yourself a distant cousin of our friend Boresh here." In contrast to her introduction, Shariel leaned on the half-orc's shoulder with sisterly affection.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kiellie snorted a little at the woman so close to her with the arrow. "If I treasured my heritage I wouldn't be standing here with the likes of you, now would I. See the difference in you and me is that I value life or well" she pauses and purses her lips up slightly "I value what life can bring there are no fortunes in death, once dead it is all gone. But alive you continue to get more and more that my new friend I value more than any heritage." she smiled as she watched the woman move back to the half orc.
Kevash rolled his eyes and leaned on his staff as the two went at it. "Death brings fortune" He said. "It is just not a direct fortune for you. It is for everyone. " He paused. " Most things anyway. Maybe except for what died. " He paused again and shook his head "It is the renewal of the cycle. Death nourishes life in a way...and it is necessary. " Kevash just waved a reptilian hand and stepped forward. "Regardless. The point is lost. We are deviated from our course. We must enter the mountain" He said, stepping to the mouth of the stairwell and gesturing down with his staff.
Shariel gives a wide grin to Kevash, "For once, I truly agree wholeheartedly with you. Death has its rewards to the world, but its fortunes only go to the victors or the glorious dead." Adjusting various belts and bandoliers, Shariel seemed intent to become the latter.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero