He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
“I would know less about this country, about its people, about its travelers like you, but I am a wanderer myself, and so are my people. The oceans are our home, but sometimes we must rest, and here I am resting.” He says, continuing to unpack his ship.
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
“I would know less about this country, about its people, about its travelers like you, but I am a wanderer myself, and so are my people. The oceans are our home, but sometimes we must rest, and here I am resting.” He says, continuing to unpack his ship.
Willanth nods and says 'Seems you and I are a very similar pair!' He then continues to rub his hands together as he has done previous, very openly displaying the glowing light he bears.
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
“I would know less about this country, about its people, about its travelers like you, but I am a wanderer myself, and so are my people. The oceans are our home, but sometimes we must rest, and here I am resting.” He says, continuing to unpack his ship.
Willanth nods and says 'Seems you and I are a very similar pair!' He then continues to rub his hands together as he has done previous, very openly displaying the glowing light he bears.
Once he’s done letting the ship free of the cargo, looking down to Willanth’s hands for a moment with a curious look in his eyes. He decides that they deserve payment for their service, tapping the ground with a finger, and soon handing them a small gem “Take this.”
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
“I would know less about this country, about its people, about its travelers like you, but I am a wanderer myself, and so are my people. The oceans are our home, but sometimes we must rest, and here I am resting.” He says, continuing to unpack his ship.
Willanth nods and says 'Seems you and I are a very similar pair!' He then continues to rub his hands together as he has done previous, very openly displaying the glowing light he bears.
Once he’s done letting the ship free of the cargo, looking down to Willanth’s hands for a moment with a curious look in his eyes. He decides that they deserve payment for their service, tapping the ground with a finger, and soon handing them a small gem “Take this.”
Willanth smiles incredulously and thanks Thorfinn, adding the gem to his pouch with a grin. ‘Wow, I’ve trod on these soils for years and have never found such a beauty as this! Guess you have a knack for finding these, huh?’
He nods, making his stand disappear soon after “We are strange ones in this place, aren’t we?” He says, giving a hearty laugh, “Once I’m done here, I should find a way to get you a drink, or something similar of the sort. Where are you from?”
Willanth smiles and says 'That we should!' He then shrugs and smiles wider at Thorfinn's question, responding 'Nowhere and everywhere my friend; my people are travellers. We moved to areas where the spirits were high and the harvest was plentiful, then moved again whenever one of those ran out. It's been tricky for us these last few generations though; the king's men section the country into a fully ruled land, and take away nature for towns. I've decided it's time I integrate, though I never think I'll fully reach the normal of the everyday townsfolk.'
“I would know less about this country, about its people, about its travelers like you, but I am a wanderer myself, and so are my people. The oceans are our home, but sometimes we must rest, and here I am resting.” He says, continuing to unpack his ship.
Willanth nods and says 'Seems you and I are a very similar pair!' He then continues to rub his hands together as he has done previous, very openly displaying the glowing light he bears.
Once he’s done letting the ship free of the cargo, looking down to Willanth’s hands for a moment with a curious look in his eyes. He decides that they deserve payment for their service, tapping the ground with a finger, and soon handing them a small gem “Take this.”
Willanth smiles incredulously and thanks Thorfinn, adding the gem to his pouch with a grin. ‘Wow, I’ve trod on these soils for years and have never found such a beauty as this! Guess you have a knack for finding these, huh?’
“It’s… a talent of mine. Identifying and seeing things that others don’t, but out of that, I don’t have much more to my name.” He begins walking towards the town, expecting them to follow him.
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth’s eyes widen as he says ‘Yeah…that is strange..say, can you see spirits? Or do you have a spirit around you yourself?’
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth’s eyes widen as he says ‘Yeah…that is strange..say, can you see spirits? Or do you have a spirit around you yourself?’
“I would have to say both, I have been able to see and summon my own spirit for a while now. Though I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone else, one secret for another.”
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth’s eyes widen as he says ‘Yeah…that is strange..say, can you see spirits? Or do you have a spirit around you yourself?’
“I would have to say both, I have been able to see and summon my own spirit for a while now. Though I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone else, one secret for another.”
Willanth gets over the initial shock of the reveal pretty quickly, smiling as he says ‘Well, I’m pretty open with my power, but I’ll keep your secret safe, as long as you use it for good, but I can already tell that much!’
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth’s eyes widen as he says ‘Yeah…that is strange..say, can you see spirits? Or do you have a spirit around you yourself?’
“I would have to say both, I have been able to see and summon my own spirit for a while now. Though I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone else, one secret for another.”
Willanth gets over the initial shock of the reveal pretty quickly, smiling as he says ‘Well, I’m pretty open with my power, but I’ll keep your secret safe, as long as you use it for good, but I can already tell that much!’
He raises an eyebrow at how assured they are of him being a good person, but he nods and smiles “Thank you, I’d prefer most of my abilities being left to speculation and mystery.”
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth’s eyes widen as he says ‘Yeah…that is strange..say, can you see spirits? Or do you have a spirit around you yourself?’
“I would have to say both, I have been able to see and summon my own spirit for a while now. Though I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone else, one secret for another.”
Willanth gets over the initial shock of the reveal pretty quickly, smiling as he says ‘Well, I’m pretty open with my power, but I’ll keep your secret safe, as long as you use it for good, but I can already tell that much!’
He raises an eyebrow at how assured they are of him being a good person, but he nods and smiles “Thank you, I’d prefer most of my abilities being left to speculation and mystery.”
Willanth nods and says ‘Absolutely, I understand.’
“I would know less about this country, about its people, about its travelers like you, but I am a wanderer myself, and so are my people. The oceans are our home, but sometimes we must rest, and here I am resting.” He says, continuing to unpack his ship.
Willanth nods and says 'Seems you and I are a very similar pair!' He then continues to rub his hands together as he has done previous, very openly displaying the glowing light he bears.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*I'll finish my whaler character and join when I have both time and inspiration, but right now is a bad time.*
*Actually, I should at least work on it, now that I think about it. Maybe I'll have a great idea or something.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Once he’s done letting the ship free of the cargo, looking down to Willanth’s hands for a moment with a curious look in his eyes. He decides that they deserve payment for their service, tapping the ground with a finger, and soon handing them a small gem “Take this.”
Willanth smiles incredulously and thanks Thorfinn, adding the gem to his pouch with a grin. ‘Wow, I’ve trod on these soils for years and have never found such a beauty as this! Guess you have a knack for finding these, huh?’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“It’s… a talent of mine. Identifying and seeing things that others don’t, but out of that, I don’t have much more to my name.” He begins walking towards the town, expecting them to follow him.
[Cut with Jester]
Willanth doesn’t question him any further on how he discovered such a find, and follows along towards town.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He leads them to a tavern, putting a gem on the counter and buying them both a drink, “First one’s on me, it’s the least I could do.”
Willanth smiles and says ‘Thanks pal, I appreciate it!’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Can I ask how you healed my hands? I’ve known a few mystics in my life, but not one like that.”
‘Oh, it’s just a tradition that’s been passed down by my people that makes the best of what your body offers you. Everyone is born producing small amounts of an oil called Myron; if you learn to stimulate it enough by rubbing it like I do, it can invigorate and heal your cells, and if you agitate it, you can do the opposite!’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Really? That’s some impressive power you have access to, refined, you must be a powerful wanderer, if nothing else.” He says with a smile, raising his glass.
He smiles and raises his glass too, chuckling as he says ‘Hey, with enough dedication anyone can do it! Though, I will say, there are some forces in this world that are unique to some…’ His eyes grow dark as he mutters ‘Have you ever heard of evil spirits? My ancestors told stories of them. They’re dark creatures that lurk and infest like a disease, and they’ll latch on if they can find a good enough host. They’re invisible to us folk which makes them so dangerous, because then all we see is the destructive powers they wield…’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Destructive powers you say? I actually know a little bit about spirits and little things relating to the soul. Maybe I can explain a little bit of my skill with gems and stones with it. Doesn’t it seem a little spectacular that I could just tap the ground and gems come up? Especially for someone who has only recently come here?”
Willanth’s eyes widen as he says ‘Yeah…that is strange..say, can you see spirits? Or do you have a spirit around you yourself?’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“I would have to say both, I have been able to see and summon my own spirit for a while now. Though I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone else, one secret for another.”
Willanth gets over the initial shock of the reveal pretty quickly, smiling as he says ‘Well, I’m pretty open with my power, but I’ll keep your secret safe, as long as you use it for good, but I can already tell that much!’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He raises an eyebrow at how assured they are of him being a good person, but he nods and smiles “Thank you, I’d prefer most of my abilities being left to speculation and mystery.”
Willanth nods and says ‘Absolutely, I understand.’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Cut for Shiver.*
“Do you know if you are talented enough to teach anyone else this ability of yours?”