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Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern

 

Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.

Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.

August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.

 Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin 

 Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood

 Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside 

 Jack watches, eyes narrowed.

 Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife."  The hand disappears into the briefcase 

 Jack begins to stand up, confused

 "Sit back down" 

 He does so quickly, a little afraid

 The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"

 Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save) 

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Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern

 

Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.

Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.

August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.

 Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin 

 Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood

 Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside 

 Jack watches, eyes narrowed.

 Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife."  The hand disappears into the briefcase 

 Jack begins to stand up, confused

 "Sit back down" 

 He does so quickly, a little afraid

 The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"

 Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save) 

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Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern

 

Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.

Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.

August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.

 Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin 

 Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood

 Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside 

 Jack watches, eyes narrowed.

 Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife."  The hand disappears into the briefcase 

 Jack begins to stand up, confused

 "Sit back down" 

 He does so quickly, a little afraid

 The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"

 Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save) 

 13

 (Fail)

(Take 35 bludgeoning damage)

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Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern

 

Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.

Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.

August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.

 Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin 

 Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood

 Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside 

 Jack watches, eyes narrowed.

 Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife."  The hand disappears into the briefcase 

 Jack begins to stand up, confused

 "Sit back down" 

 He does so quickly, a little afraid

 The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"

 Jack seems to freeze up as suddenly a pillar of rock shoots up around him like a protective shield. (Make a DEX save) 

 13

 (Fail)

(Take 37 bludgeoning damage)