Below is the prompt I gave the GPT to begin the campaign.
PROMPT
Hi, I'd like a new campaign for my character, Horton Hildebrandt. He's a Human Cleric, of the Light Domain. His background is Acolyte, and he'll be starting at Level 2 with 17 HP. Below are a few more details.
BACKSTORY: "One day, Horton had spent the day cleaning around the graves and stones at the nearby cemetary - and got caught out as the sun went down. Shadows sprang forth and Horton feared he would soon be joining those 'resting' in the ground. As he was enveloped by the Shadows' cold embrace, Horton cried out desperately for help. As though answering his prayer, a pale, radiant light, like a silvery moonbeam, suddenly emanated from the ground near Horton's feet. The shadows were disintegrated by this light, leaving Horton shuddering, kneeling upon the dirt - where he spied the source of the Light - a polished stone with the symbol of Lathandir etched into it's surface. The study and worship of Lathandir became Horton's primary focus from that moment onward."
PERSONALITY: "A bit of a bookworm. A bit of a loner. Horton would wander the grounds of the church where he was raised and trained - "to feel the sun on my skin" - as being cloistered inside could become oppresive at times."
And here's the GPT's initial response. Beyond this post, I'll try to have communication between you and the GPT be as seamless as possible.
RESPONSE
Horton Hildebrandt's journey begins at Brightwater Chapel, a modest place of worship nestled on the outskirts of a bustling town. The chapel, with its sunlit courtyard and tranquil gardens, has been a haven for Horton, allowing him to bask in the light he holds so dear. As a cleric of Lathandir, Horton has devoted himself to the study of light and life, seeking to emulate the divine intervention that saved him that fateful night in the cemetery.
Today, Horton feels a stirring within, a divine whisper urging him to venture beyond the chapel's comforting walls. The world outside, with its shadows and strife, beckons him to spread the light of Lathandir and combat the darkness that encroaches upon the land.
As Horton prepares to set out, he receives word from the chapel's head priest, a venerable figure who has guided Horton since his arrival at Brightwater. The priest, aware of Horton's calling, entrusts him with a sacred task: to investigate a series of mysterious disappearances in the nearby village of Dunwich. The villagers, gripped by fear, have reported shadows moving at the edge of the forest, eerily reminiscent of the darkness Horton once faced.
With a heart full of determination and his holy symbol clasped tightly in hand, Horton sets his sights on Dunwich. The journey will take him through fields bathed in sunlight and into the shadowed edges of the forest, where unknown challenges await.
Before Horton departs, is there anything specific he wishes to do or prepare at the chapel? Or any specific questions or requests for guidance from the head priest?
Before Horton departs, is there anything specific he wishes to do or prepare at the chapel? Or any specific questions or requests for guidance from the head priest?
As Horton listened to the words of Father Donovan, his mind was already working on the task of what to pack and what he might find useful on the journey and the task itself. His hand automatically goes to the highly polished stone worn under his shirt . That same stone that saved his life in the cemetary.
"Father, I ask your blessing on this journey and perhaps a note of reference for any of the authorities I might meet or work with along the way. I also ask what tasks beyond 'chasing Shadows' for the church are expected of me, as you are well aware I have never been one to actively proselytize." Father Donovan asked for some time to draft the note and to think on Horton's request.
In the meantime, Horton went back to his small quarters and began packing. Travel clothes, his meager weapons - those he practiced with in the grounds around Brightwater Chapel. Horton chuckled, "No hay bale was safe from my crossbow nor local tree, wrapped with padding, from my mighty mace." How well either might fare against living foes or magic Shadows, he had no clue, but he knew he would find out soon enough. Bed roll, water flask, and so much more. He had forgotten how much went into packing a travel pack. Or the weight once he donned his scale armour and shield. Definitely not the same as when he was wearing a light weight tunic and pants he wore when working in the gardens or battling hay bales.
With a sigh, Horton took one last look around the room as he hefted his pack onto his back. With a bit of a tottering step, he left his long time quarters and walked to the front of the chapel to make his final prayers at the altar. Once done, he will seek out Father Donovan for the note and any last words of wisdom.
As Horton knelt before the altar, the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows bathed him in a kaleidoscope of colors, each one a silent blessing on his journey ahead. His prayers were earnest, seeking guidance, protection, and the strength to face whatever lay beyond the chapel's serene borders.
After a moment of quiet reflection, Horton rose, his resolve strengthened by the divine light that seemed to linger around him, a tangible reminder of Lathandir's presence in his life. He made his way to Father Donovan's study, finding the priest poring over a parchment, his quill dancing swiftly across the surface.
Father Donovan looked up as Horton entered, a warm smile spreading across his aged face. "Horton, my son," he began, sealing the note with the chapel's emblem, "I have here a letter of introduction to the head of the local militia in Dunwich, Captain Elaina Hart. She is a woman of strong will and good heart, tasked with safeguarding the village. This letter will ensure her cooperation and assistance in your investigation."
He handed the parchment to Horton, then placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "As for your duties beyond confronting this darkness, remember, Horton, the light of Lathandir shines not only in the banishment of shadows but in the comfort it provides to those in fear. You are to be a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest times, the light prevails. Your presence alone can uplift spirits and guide the lost back to the path of light. Proselytizing need not always be with words; your actions will speak volumes."
Father Donovan's gaze held Horton's, imparting a final piece of wisdom. "Trust in the light, Horton, and in yourself. Your faith and your heart are your greatest tools. Go now, with Lathandir's blessing, and bring peace to Dunwich."
With the letter safely tucked away and Father Donovan's blessings warming his heart, Horton set out from Brightwater Chapel, his journey to Dunwich marked by a sense of purpose and the comforting weight of his pack and armor. The road ahead was uncertain, but Horton's faith in Lathandir and his own resolve illuminated his path like the dawn's first light breaking over the horizon.
As Horton approaches the outskirts of Dunwich, the vibrant fields give way to the dense foliage of the forest, a stark reminder of the darkness that lies beyond. The village itself seems quiet, too quiet for the bustling community it once was.
How does Horton wish to proceed upon arriving in Dunwich? Will he seek out Captain Elaina Hart immediately, or is there something else he would like to do first?
How does Horton wish to proceed upon arriving in Dunwich? Will he seek out Captain Elaina Hart immediately, or is there something else he would like to do first?
Passive Wis (Perception): 15
Horton could almost feel the tension in the air as he entered the village. Hardly anyone was about and when he DID spy someone, they were running as best they could to get to their destination. Lifting his shoulders to adjust his pack and reset the weight, Horton moved along the main road into the village - hoping to identify the town hall, or a church of note, or even the noise of people in a tavern - so he could ask directions to the local militia and Captain Hart.
Eyes wide; Ears straining; Nose sniffing for food cooking, Horton moved onward down the main road. Looking toward the horizon, he tried to judge where the sun was. He hoped to talk to Captain Hart and find a secure spot to lay his pack, armour and weapons for the duration. Safe and secure being the utmost concern. Either in a church or a militia bivouac. Horton would need a place to lay his head and NOT have to wear his armour when doing so.
He knew he would get less and less of a response from behind closed doors once the sun had completely set, so he knew his time was limited as things stood at the moment.
Since you're not rolling, I'll be explicit about your Passive Wisdom: "(For the record, Horton's Passive Perception is 15.)" It should know what that is.
As Horton Hildebrandt traverses the eerily quiet streets of Dunwich, his acute senses attuned to his surroundings, he notices the palpable sense of unease that blankets the village. The few villagers he encounters hurry along, their eyes darting nervously, avoiding prolonged contact. Despite the tension, Horton's training and his faith guide him steadily forward, his gaze scanning for any sign of a gathering place or authority.
As luck—or perhaps fate—would have it, Horton's attention is drawn to a modest building standing firm amidst the unease, its structure resembling that of a town hall. The building, adorned with the village's emblem, appears to serve as a central point for the local governance. Near the town hall, the faint sound of voices can be heard, suggesting a meeting or assembly might be taking place.
Horton's instincts also lead him to notice a small, unassuming church nearby, its doors open as if welcoming anyone seeking solace or guidance. The church, dedicated to a deity of protection and community, stands as a beacon of hope in these troubled times.
Deciding to make the most of the remaining daylight, Horton heads towards the town hall, intent on seeking out Captain Elaina Hart. As he approaches, he is greeted by a guard who eyes him warily but recognizes the urgency and purpose in Horton's demeanor.
"I'm here to see Captain Hart," Horton explains, presenting the letter from Father Donovan. "I've been sent from Brightwater Chapel to assist with the village's troubles."
The guard, upon reading the letter, nods solemnly and ushers Horton inside, where a heated discussion among the village leaders is abruptly paused. Captain Elaina Hart, a woman with a stern yet fair countenance, steps forward to greet him.
"Ah, you must be the cleric from Brightwater Chapel. We've been expecting someone of your talents," Captain Hart says, extending a hand in welcome. "Your timing is fortuitous. We're at our wits' end with these disappearances and the shadows encroaching on Dunwich."
After exchanging pleasantries and discussing the situation, Captain Hart offers Horton a secure place within the militia's quarters to store his belongings and rest. "You'll need your strength if you're to help us investigate these mysteries," she advises. "Tonight, we can strategize. Tomorrow, we act."
With a secure base established and the support of Captain Hart and the local militia, Horton prepares to delve into the heart of Dunwich's darkness, his faith in Lathandir lighting the way.
What will Horton's first steps be in investigating the disappearances and combating the shadows? Will he start by gathering information from the villagers, inspecting the sites of the disappearances, or perhaps performing a ritual to sense the presence of evil?
What will Horton's first steps be in investigating the disappearances and combating the shadows? Will he start by gathering information from the villagers, inspecting the sites of the disappearances, or perhaps performing a ritual to sense the presence of evil?
Horton was well aware of how toes can be hard trod upon when 'someone new' comes in to 'help'. He knew he needed to tread lightly until he was more knowing of events and the current situation.
First, he would speak with Captain Hart - to hear what she could offer as to the militia strength, the situation in the village and the state of mind of the villagers. Next, the reports of the dissapearances. Were they evenly distributed or seemed to be happening in a specific village area? Deep into the village or more like poaching forays around the edges of the town? And were any disappearances from the local farms near the village?
Once briefed, Horton would ask about a meal to catch his breath and give his feet a rest before going out and walking about the village. In less than an hour, he would find himself wandering to the open door of the small church. It was only natural for a visiting cleric to give a nod to the established clergy - even if they worshipped a different deity. Slowly stepping up to the open front door, Horton would step forward into the building. A brief 'hello' and perhaps a pray 'to be neighborly'.
Captain Elaina Hart, recognizing the wisdom in Horton's approach, shares her insights with a level of detail that speaks to her deep concern for the village's plight. She explains that the militia, though composed of dedicated men and women, is stretched thin. The disappearances have not only sown fear among the villagers but have also taxed their limited resources.
"The disappearances began subtly, almost unnoticed among the daily challenges of village life," Hart recounts. "But as they became more frequent, a pattern emerged. They're not confined to any single part of the village; however, the majority occur at dusk or by night, near the forest's edge or on the outskirts of Dunwich. The farms lying close to the woods have been hit the hardest, losing both livestock and family members to the night."
After digesting the grim picture painted by Captain Hart, Horton takes her advice to rest and have a meal. The militia's quarters, though Spartan, offer a moment of respite. With a renewed sense of purpose, Horton then makes his way to the small church, the setting sun casting long shadows that seem almost to reach for him as he moves.
Stepping into the church, the tranquility within offers a stark contrast to the tension outside. The interior is bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, and Horton's entrance is met with the soft gaze of an elderly priest, who welcomes him with a gentle nod. "Welcome, traveler," the priest says, his voice carrying the weight of years and wisdom. "I am Father Aelar. To what do we owe the honor of your visit?"
Horton's introduction as a cleric of Lathandir piques Father Aelar's interest, and the two clerics share a moment of camaraderie, discussing their respective deities and the shared conviction that light must always prevail over darkness. Horton's mention of his mission draws a solemn nod from Father Aelar.
"The shadows you seek have cast a long pall over Dunwich," Father Aelar muses. "Their origin is as mysterious as their intent malevolent. We've prayed for deliverance, yet the darkness persists. Your presence here, I believe, is no coincidence."
Father Aelar offers Horton access to the church's modest library, suggesting that ancient texts or records might hold clues to the nature of the darkness encroaching upon Dunwich. He also proposes a blessing for Horton, to fortify him against the shadows he may face.
With these new insights and the support of both Captain Hart and Father Aelar, Horton is better prepared to face the challenges ahead. The question now is where Horton will begin his investigation in earnest. Will he delve into the church's library for clues, or will he start by inspecting the sites of the disappearances, armed with Father Aelar's blessing?
Horton took up the offer of Father Aelar to look over the church's library; hoping some records might indicate that these disappearances and the Shadows was some cyclic event rather than something unexpected and new. As night fell and the library filled with flickering shadows from the candles lit nearby, Horton decided to take a break, stretch and invoke a little clerical wisdom. He was getting the feeling that going through old scrolls and crumbling books would be a long, dull task.
Horton decided to try Detect Evil and Good with the hope a significant scroll or book might be among the litter of village records.
With a similar thought in mind, he would also take time to bless the library and leave a mark of Lathander above the door jamb with a prayer. Using his sacred stone held high and invoking Lathander's Light to burn the symbol into the old granite rock. "Blessed be thy name."
Knowing there was litte more he could do until he could walk the town and investigate those closest places of disappearance, Horton returned to his assigned room to settle in for a fresh start in the morning. Stripping down; performing his evening devotionals; and laying down with much on his mind.
Horton's decision to employ both divine insight and his clerical abilities within the confines of the church's library is a testament to his wisdom and dedication. As he prepares to cast Detect Evil and Good, the air in the library seems to still, as if the very essence of the place is holding its breath in anticipation.
The spell, once cast, envelops the room in a subtle, warm glow, the light from Horton's sacred stone illuminating the shadows. For a moment, the flickering candlelight seems to dance in harmony with the divine energy, creating an atmosphere of serene vigilance. Horton's senses extend beyond the physical, scanning the library for any presence or influence of strong evil or good.
The energy of the spell gently brushes against the ancient scrolls and tomes, and while no single item screams of malevolence or divine importance, Horton feels a subtle tug, a whisper of something out of place, hidden amongst the records. This sensation doesn't point to a specific scroll or book but rather suggests that the answers he seeks might be layered within the history and tales of Dunwich itself, interwoven with the fabric of the village.
The blessing Horton bestows upon the library and his prayerful marking of Lathander's symbol above the door serve as a beacon of hope and protection. The symbol, once complete, glows with a soft radiance, a testament to Horton's faith and the protective watch of Lathander over this place of knowledge.
As Horton retires to his room, the day's efforts weigh heavily yet satisfyingly on his mind. His evening devotional is a quiet reflection of his journey thus far, a moment of peace amidst the storm of uncertainty that surrounds Dunwich. As sleep takes him, his last thoughts are of the dawn that awaits, both the literal sunrise and the metaphorical light he hopes to bring to this troubled village.
With a new day comes new opportunities. Horton's initial investigations and divine interventions have laid a foundation for the work ahead. The question of where to begin his physical investigation looms large. Will he start at the edges of the village, where the disappearances have been most frequent, or will he seek out witnesses among the villagers, hoping their stories will shed light on the darkness?
As Horton awakens, ready to face the day, he knows the path ahead will require both the wisdom of Lathander and the courage to confront whatever lies in the shadows.
Refreshed and ready to work to a soluton, Horton called a meeting with Captain Hart and Father Aelar. He asked if there was a member of the militia or a couple of young adults in the village that would find it worthwhile or 'challenging' to go through all the books, ledgers, and scrolls in Father Aelar's church. 3-4 all looking through the birth notices, congregation records, death certificates, etc. to narrow down the material that specifically gave mention of the history in Dunwich. Horton explained how he was hoping it might show a cyclic pattern of the area -IF - these disappearances and Shadows came on a regular or irregular basis. AND, if there was any mention of how the village handled it in the past.
Horton, himself, would be going to those homes on the outskirts of the village where disappearances had ocurred and speak with any villagers that might have information that was helpful. He hoped to be done mid afternoon so he could rest, listen to what the 'researchers' might have revealed so far, and prepare for an evening of night patrol around the area - to get a feel for the village and surroundings after dark and, perhaps, come upon these 'Shadows' reported by many.
Captain Elaina Hart and Father Aelar, recognizing the wisdom and utility of Horton's plan, readily agree to his proposal. Captain Hart, with her knowledge of the villagers and their capabilities, suggests a few members of the militia who have shown keen observational skills and a knack for detail. Father Aelar adds that there are a couple of young adults within the congregation who would be honored to assist, especially under the auspices of such a noble cause. Together, they form a small team dedicated to poring over the historical records housed within the church's library.
This team, under Father Aelar's guidance, begins the meticulous task of combing through the accumulated knowledge of generations. Their goal is to uncover any pattern or historical precedent for the current malaise afflicting Dunwich, a task that, while daunting, carries the hope of the entire village.
Meanwhile, Horton sets out to the edges of the village, where the fabric of daily life seems most frayed by the recent disappearances. His first visit is to a farmhouse that sits uncomfortably close to the forest's shadowy embrace. The family there, though initially wary, opens up to Horton after he shares his purpose and the backing of both Captain Hart and Father Aelar. They recount the night their eldest son went to secure the livestock at dusk and never returned. The only trace of him was a torn piece of his shirt, caught on the fence, with no signs of struggle or blood.
Horton's day is filled with similar tales, each adding a thread to the tapestry of fear and loss that has enveloped Dunwich. Yet, in these stories, Horton also finds a resilience, a stubborn defiance against the darkness that has taken so much from them.
As the afternoon wanes into evening, Horton returns to the village, his mind heavy with the day's revelations. The research team eagerly awaits his return, having made some progress in their historical investigation. They've uncovered references to a period, some generations past, when a similar darkness was said to have swept over the land. The records are vague, but they mention a ritual of light performed by the village's clergy at that time, which seemed to abate the shadows' advance.
Equipped with this newfound knowledge, Horton contemplates the evening's night patrol. He plans to visit the sites of the most recent disappearances, hoping to encounter these shadows directly. With a prayer to Lathander for protection and guidance, Horton prepares himself for what lies ahead, his faith and resolve as his armor against the encroaching darkness.
As night descends upon Dunwich, Horton steps out into the cool air, the weight of his mission settling around him like a cloak. The village, so lively by day, now seems a ghost of itself, its streets deserted and windows dark. Yet, Horton is not deterred; he knows that light shines brightest against the darkness, and he is determined to be that light for Dunwich.
Will Horton's night patrol reveal the nature of the shadows? Or will the darkness hold its secrets tightly, challenging Horton to delve deeper into both the village's past and his own resources of faith and determination?
Horton goes to the small chapel and kneels before the altar; asking Lathander for guidance and aid as he prepares for this first of potentially many night patrols around Dunwich. He hopes Lathander will look over all this night and bring forth the cleansing Light as needed to save the village and those who disappeared in the Shadows. Staring deeply into the icon etched stone of Lathander, Horton prays and meditates for a good hour.
Horton speaks with Father Aelar. Asking if he would be stepping on sacred toes if he had to bring forth the powers of Lathander 'in the Father's backyard' so to speak. Feeling like he may have already stretched the boundary of propriety etching the symbol of Lathander above the doorway in the church library. He did not wish to anger another diety or get Lathander in some celestial hot water over a potential terriortial conflict.
If all goes well after speaking with Father Aelar, Horton meets with the patrol Captain Hart prepared for this night. With armour and shield. The blessed stone of Lanthander at the ready, Horton and company begins their patrol for the evening.
Horton's preparation, deeply rooted in his faith and reverence for Lathandir, sets a solemn yet hopeful tone for the night's endeavors. As he kneels before the altar, his prayers and meditations create a palpable sense of divine presence within the chapel. The stone of Lathandir, glowing softly under his gaze, serves as a beacon of his unwavering faith and dedication.
Father Aelar, upon hearing Horton's concerns, smiles gently, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding and respect for the cleric's devotion. "Horton, my son," he begins, his voice calm and reassuring, "the powers you wield through Lathandir are a blessing to this place, not an imposition. The Light knows no bounds of territory or propriety. In these dark times, every spark of hope, every beam of light, is a cherished ally. Your actions in the library have only served to strengthen our resolve and our defenses. Go forth with Lathandir's blessing, and fear not the displeasure of the heavens. Our shared goal is the preservation of life and the banishment of shadows."
With Father Aelar's words bolstering his spirit, Horton meets with the patrol organized by Captain Hart. The group, composed of seasoned militia members, greets Horton with nods of respect and determination. Their armor and weapons, though worn, gleam under the moonlight, a testament to their readiness to defend Dunwich.
As the patrol sets out, the village seems to hold its breath, the only sounds being the soft clink of armor and the occasional distant call of a night bird. Horton leads the way, his senses heightened, his stone of Lathandir clutched firmly—a symbol of hope and a potential weapon against the darkness.
The patrol's route takes them first through the village's main thoroughfare, quiet and deserted, then towards the outskirts, where the shadows grow deeper and the forest looms ominously. Horton's keen eyes scan the darkness, his Passive Perception of 15 alert to any movement or anomaly. The patrol moves as one, their trust in Horton's leadership evident in their silent, coordinated movements.
As they near the edge of the village, where the forest begins to encroach upon the fields, a sense of unease permeates the air. It is here, in these liminal spaces, that the disappearances have been most frequent.
Suddenly, Horton's attention is drawn to a faint rustling at the edge of his vision, a whisper of movement where the trees meet the open land. Signaling the patrol to halt, Horton steps forward, his eyes searching the darkness, his heart steady in the knowledge that Lathandir's light is with him.
Will Horton's faith and vigilance reveal the source of the shadows? Or will the night hold its secrets close, challenging the cleric and his companions to delve further into the mystery that shrouds Dunwich?
Horton is on high alert. He is aware this could be the Shadows or a normal woodland creature shifting about in the night. Moving forward, he juggles which spell he might bring forth depending on the situation. Sighing at the choices, he finally gets within a few meters of the spot of rustling. Reaching about, he touches his shield and speaks the words Light . The front of his shield suddenly sheds bright, blue-white light before him, giving full sight to the woods before him.
Again stepping forward with his shield presented, Horton calls out, "In the name of Lathander, I charge you to reveal yourself." He holds the stone as his holy symbol and focus.
< If anything other than a woodland creature moves out of the shrubberies, Horton will attempt to cast Faerie Fire to reveal any creatures or potentially invisible beings in a blue light >
As Horton calls upon the power of Lathandir, illuminating the night with a brilliant, blue-white light from his shield, the forest in front of him is bathed in clarity. The sudden illumination reveals the rustling source: a small deer, caught in the edge of the light, its eyes wide with fear. For a moment, it freezes, the tension palpable in the air.
Horton's preparedness to confront the unknown with Faerie Fire reflects his readiness to face the dark forces at play. However, seeing the innocent creature before him, he realizes that this time, the darkness has not shown its hand.
"In the name of Lathandir, you are safe," Horton speaks softly, directing his words to the deer. The creature, sensing no harm, cautiously steps back into the shadows of the woods, disappearing from sight.
This encounter, while not the confrontation Horton might have anticipated, serves as a reminder of the delicate balance between light and darkness, and the innocents caught between. It reinforces his resolve to protect not only the people of Dunwich but all creatures that suffer under the shadow's oppression.
Horton lowers his shield, allowing the light to dim, and turns back to the patrol. Their eyes reflect a mixture of relief and renewed determination. They've seen the compassion and power Horton wields—a blend of strength and mercy that inspires them.
The patrol resumes its watch over Dunwich, moving to cover more ground, alert for any sign of the true darkness threatening their home. Horton's leadership, guided by his faith and quick thinking, steers them through the night, a beacon of hope in the enveloping darkness.
As the night wears on, the patrol encounters no further disturbances, but Horton's experience in the forest edge remains a poignant reminder of the stakes at hand. Dawn finds them weary but unscathed, having safeguarded the village through the darkness.
Returning to the village as the first light of dawn breaks the horizon, Horton and the patrol are met with gratitude. The night's vigil, while uneventful in terms of confrontation with the shadows, has strengthened the bonds between them and solidified Horton's role as a protector in the eyes of Dunwich's residents.
As the day begins anew, Horton knows that the mystery of the shadows remains unsolved, but he also knows that he, alongside the people of Dunwich, stands ready to face whatever comes, armed with faith, courage, and the unwavering light of Lathandir.
It had been a long night for the patrol and Horton. A quick morning meal and he will check in with Captain Hart and report. Then time for a few hours of sleep, if possible. Waking mid day, he will visit the church and Father Aelar for any new 'finds' in the library search (if any).
Depending on the information -- Horton would like to go around the town, marking spots (like the side of the town fountain -or- the door arches of the specific structures like the town hall -or- any stone plinths that might be IN the village (or along the road into / out of the village). Invoking Lathandir and etching his symbol at those locations.
After a strenuous night alongside the patrol, Horton Hildebrandt starts his day with a quick morning meal, preparing himself for the day ahead. He plans to report to Captain Hart, detailing the events of the night's patrol, before seeking a few hours of rest. Waking midday, Horton's devotion leads him to the church, where he seeks guidance from Father Aelar and any discoveries from the ongoing library search.
Father Aelar greets Horton with warmth, acknowledging his tireless efforts in both the patrol and his spiritual pursuits. "Ah, Horton, I've been expecting you," he says, leading you through the quiet halls of the library. "We have made some progress in our search. Come, see for yourself."
Library Findings: Father Aelar presents a few ancient scrolls and a dusty tome, their contents revealing insights into the early worshippers of Lathandir and the sacred rites they performed to consecrate places of power. Among the texts, a particularly faded manuscript outlines a ritual for blessing sites with Lathandir's symbol, ensuring they act as beacons of light and sanctity. The process requires a devout heart and a clear mind, focusing one's faith to channel Lathandir's divine essence into the physical realm.
Marking the Town with Lathandir's Symbol: Inspired and guided by the newfound knowledge, Horton decides to mark key locations within the town with the symbol of Lathandir. The town fountain, the door arches of significant buildings like the town hall, and any stone plinths within or around the village are chosen as the sites for the ritual.
Let's have Horton make a Religion check to successfully perform the ritual at each location, ensuring his markings not only symbolize but also channel the divine protection of Lathandir.
Please roll a d20 and add Horton's Religion skill modifier to see how effectively he can perform this sacred task at the first location, the town fountain.
Below is the prompt I gave the GPT to begin the campaign.
PROMPT
Hi, I'd like a new campaign for my character, Horton Hildebrandt. He's a Human Cleric, of the Light Domain. His background is Acolyte, and he'll be starting at Level 2 with 17 HP. Below are a few more details.
BACKSTORY: "One day, Horton had spent the day cleaning around the graves and stones at the nearby cemetary - and got caught out as the sun went down. Shadows sprang forth and Horton feared he would soon be joining those 'resting' in the ground. As he was enveloped by the Shadows' cold embrace, Horton cried out desperately for help. As though answering his prayer, a pale, radiant light, like a silvery moonbeam, suddenly emanated from the ground near Horton's feet. The shadows were disintegrated by this light, leaving Horton shuddering, kneeling upon the dirt - where he spied the source of the Light - a polished stone with the symbol of Lathandir etched into it's surface. The study and worship of Lathandir became Horton's primary focus from that moment onward."
PERSONALITY: "A bit of a bookworm. A bit of a loner. Horton would wander the grounds of the church where he was raised and trained - "to feel the sun on my skin" - as being cloistered inside could become oppresive at times."
Ready to begin!
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And here's the GPT's initial response. Beyond this post, I'll try to have communication between you and the GPT be as seamless as possible.
RESPONSE
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As Horton listened to the words of Father Donovan, his mind was already working on the task of what to pack and what he might find useful on the journey and the task itself. His hand automatically goes to the highly polished stone worn under his shirt . That same stone that saved his life in the cemetary.
"Father, I ask your blessing on this journey and perhaps a note of reference for any of the authorities I might meet or work with along the way. I also ask what tasks beyond 'chasing Shadows' for the church are expected of me, as you are well aware I have never been one to actively proselytize." Father Donovan asked for some time to draft the note and to think on Horton's request.
In the meantime, Horton went back to his small quarters and began packing. Travel clothes, his meager weapons - those he practiced with in the grounds around Brightwater Chapel. Horton chuckled, "No hay bale was safe from my crossbow nor local tree, wrapped with padding, from my mighty mace." How well either might fare against living foes or magic Shadows, he had no clue, but he knew he would find out soon enough. Bed roll, water flask, and so much more. He had forgotten how much went into packing a travel pack. Or the weight once he donned his scale armour and shield. Definitely not the same as when he was wearing a light weight tunic and pants he wore when working in the gardens or battling hay bales.
With a sigh, Horton took one last look around the room as he hefted his pack onto his back. With a bit of a tottering step, he left his long time quarters and walked to the front of the chapel to make his final prayers at the altar. Once done, he will seek out Father Donovan for the note and any last words of wisdom.
As Horton knelt before the altar, the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows bathed him in a kaleidoscope of colors, each one a silent blessing on his journey ahead. His prayers were earnest, seeking guidance, protection, and the strength to face whatever lay beyond the chapel's serene borders.
After a moment of quiet reflection, Horton rose, his resolve strengthened by the divine light that seemed to linger around him, a tangible reminder of Lathandir's presence in his life. He made his way to Father Donovan's study, finding the priest poring over a parchment, his quill dancing swiftly across the surface.
Father Donovan looked up as Horton entered, a warm smile spreading across his aged face. "Horton, my son," he began, sealing the note with the chapel's emblem, "I have here a letter of introduction to the head of the local militia in Dunwich, Captain Elaina Hart. She is a woman of strong will and good heart, tasked with safeguarding the village. This letter will ensure her cooperation and assistance in your investigation."
He handed the parchment to Horton, then placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "As for your duties beyond confronting this darkness, remember, Horton, the light of Lathandir shines not only in the banishment of shadows but in the comfort it provides to those in fear. You are to be a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest times, the light prevails. Your presence alone can uplift spirits and guide the lost back to the path of light. Proselytizing need not always be with words; your actions will speak volumes."
Father Donovan's gaze held Horton's, imparting a final piece of wisdom. "Trust in the light, Horton, and in yourself. Your faith and your heart are your greatest tools. Go now, with Lathandir's blessing, and bring peace to Dunwich."
With the letter safely tucked away and Father Donovan's blessings warming his heart, Horton set out from Brightwater Chapel, his journey to Dunwich marked by a sense of purpose and the comforting weight of his pack and armor. The road ahead was uncertain, but Horton's faith in Lathandir and his own resolve illuminated his path like the dawn's first light breaking over the horizon.
As Horton approaches the outskirts of Dunwich, the vibrant fields give way to the dense foliage of the forest, a stark reminder of the darkness that lies beyond. The village itself seems quiet, too quiet for the bustling community it once was.
How does Horton wish to proceed upon arriving in Dunwich? Will he seek out Captain Elaina Hart immediately, or is there something else he would like to do first?
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Passive Wis (Perception): 15
Horton could almost feel the tension in the air as he entered the village. Hardly anyone was about and when he DID spy someone, they were running as best they could to get to their destination. Lifting his shoulders to adjust his pack and reset the weight, Horton moved along the main road into the village - hoping to identify the town hall, or a church of note, or even the noise of people in a tavern - so he could ask directions to the local militia and Captain Hart.
Eyes wide; Ears straining; Nose sniffing for food cooking, Horton moved onward down the main road. Looking toward the horizon, he tried to judge where the sun was. He hoped to talk to Captain Hart and find a secure spot to lay his pack, armour and weapons for the duration. Safe and secure being the utmost concern. Either in a church or a militia bivouac. Horton would need a place to lay his head and NOT have to wear his armour when doing so.
He knew he would get less and less of a response from behind closed doors once the sun had completely set, so he knew his time was limited as things stood at the moment.
Since you're not rolling, I'll be explicit about your Passive Wisdom: "(For the record, Horton's Passive Perception is 15.)" It should know what that is.
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Horton was well aware of how toes can be hard trod upon when 'someone new' comes in to 'help'. He knew he needed to tread lightly until he was more knowing of events and the current situation.
First, he would speak with Captain Hart - to hear what she could offer as to the militia strength, the situation in the village and the state of mind of the villagers. Next, the reports of the dissapearances. Were they evenly distributed or seemed to be happening in a specific village area? Deep into the village or more like poaching forays around the edges of the town? And were any disappearances from the local farms near the village?
Once briefed, Horton would ask about a meal to catch his breath and give his feet a rest before going out and walking about the village. In less than an hour, he would find himself wandering to the open door of the small church. It was only natural for a visiting cleric to give a nod to the established clergy - even if they worshipped a different deity. Slowly stepping up to the open front door, Horton would step forward into the building. A brief 'hello' and perhaps a pray 'to be neighborly'.
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Horton took up the offer of Father Aelar to look over the church's library; hoping some records might indicate that these disappearances and the Shadows was some cyclic event rather than something unexpected and new. As night fell and the library filled with flickering shadows from the candles lit nearby, Horton decided to take a break, stretch and invoke a little clerical wisdom. He was getting the feeling that going through old scrolls and crumbling books would be a long, dull task.
Horton decided to try Detect Evil and Good with the hope a significant scroll or book might be among the litter of village records.
With a similar thought in mind, he would also take time to bless the library and leave a mark of Lathander above the door jamb with a prayer. Using his sacred stone held high and invoking Lathander's Light to burn the symbol into the old granite rock. "Blessed be thy name."
Knowing there was litte more he could do until he could walk the town and investigate those closest places of disappearance, Horton returned to his assigned room to settle in for a fresh start in the morning. Stripping down; performing his evening devotionals; and laying down with much on his mind.
Horton's decision to employ both divine insight and his clerical abilities within the confines of the church's library is a testament to his wisdom and dedication. As he prepares to cast Detect Evil and Good, the air in the library seems to still, as if the very essence of the place is holding its breath in anticipation.
The spell, once cast, envelops the room in a subtle, warm glow, the light from Horton's sacred stone illuminating the shadows. For a moment, the flickering candlelight seems to dance in harmony with the divine energy, creating an atmosphere of serene vigilance. Horton's senses extend beyond the physical, scanning the library for any presence or influence of strong evil or good.
The energy of the spell gently brushes against the ancient scrolls and tomes, and while no single item screams of malevolence or divine importance, Horton feels a subtle tug, a whisper of something out of place, hidden amongst the records. This sensation doesn't point to a specific scroll or book but rather suggests that the answers he seeks might be layered within the history and tales of Dunwich itself, interwoven with the fabric of the village.
The blessing Horton bestows upon the library and his prayerful marking of Lathander's symbol above the door serve as a beacon of hope and protection. The symbol, once complete, glows with a soft radiance, a testament to Horton's faith and the protective watch of Lathander over this place of knowledge.
As Horton retires to his room, the day's efforts weigh heavily yet satisfyingly on his mind. His evening devotional is a quiet reflection of his journey thus far, a moment of peace amidst the storm of uncertainty that surrounds Dunwich. As sleep takes him, his last thoughts are of the dawn that awaits, both the literal sunrise and the metaphorical light he hopes to bring to this troubled village.
With a new day comes new opportunities. Horton's initial investigations and divine interventions have laid a foundation for the work ahead. The question of where to begin his physical investigation looms large. Will he start at the edges of the village, where the disappearances have been most frequent, or will he seek out witnesses among the villagers, hoping their stories will shed light on the darkness?
As Horton awakens, ready to face the day, he knows the path ahead will require both the wisdom of Lathander and the courage to confront whatever lies in the shadows.
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Refreshed and ready to work to a soluton, Horton called a meeting with Captain Hart and Father Aelar. He asked if there was a member of the militia or a couple of young adults in the village that would find it worthwhile or 'challenging' to go through all the books, ledgers, and scrolls in Father Aelar's church. 3-4 all looking through the birth notices, congregation records, death certificates, etc. to narrow down the material that specifically gave mention of the history in Dunwich. Horton explained how he was hoping it might show a cyclic pattern of the area -IF - these disappearances and Shadows came on a regular or irregular basis. AND, if there was any mention of how the village handled it in the past.
Horton, himself, would be going to those homes on the outskirts of the village where disappearances had ocurred and speak with any villagers that might have information that was helpful. He hoped to be done mid afternoon so he could rest, listen to what the 'researchers' might have revealed so far, and prepare for an evening of night patrol around the area - to get a feel for the village and surroundings after dark and, perhaps, come upon these 'Shadows' reported by many.
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Horton goes to the small chapel and kneels before the altar; asking Lathander for guidance and aid as he prepares for this first of potentially many night patrols around Dunwich. He hopes Lathander will look over all this night and bring forth the cleansing Light as needed to save the village and those who disappeared in the Shadows. Staring deeply into the icon etched stone of Lathander, Horton prays and meditates for a good hour.
Horton speaks with Father Aelar. Asking if he would be stepping on sacred toes if he had to bring forth the powers of Lathander 'in the Father's backyard' so to speak. Feeling like he may have already stretched the boundary of propriety etching the symbol of Lathander above the doorway in the church library. He did not wish to anger another diety or get Lathander in some celestial hot water over a potential terriortial conflict.
If all goes well after speaking with Father Aelar, Horton meets with the patrol Captain Hart prepared for this night. With armour and shield. The blessed stone of Lanthander at the ready, Horton and company begins their patrol for the evening.
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Horton is on high alert. He is aware this could be the Shadows or a normal woodland creature shifting about in the night. Moving forward, he juggles which spell he might bring forth depending on the situation. Sighing at the choices, he finally gets within a few meters of the spot of rustling. Reaching about, he touches his shield and speaks the words Light . The front of his shield suddenly sheds bright, blue-white light before him, giving full sight to the woods before him.
Again stepping forward with his shield presented, Horton calls out, "In the name of Lathander, I charge you to reveal yourself." He holds the stone as his holy symbol and focus.
< If anything other than a woodland creature moves out of the shrubberies, Horton will attempt to cast Faerie Fire to reveal any creatures or potentially invisible beings in a blue light >
As Horton calls upon the power of Lathandir, illuminating the night with a brilliant, blue-white light from his shield, the forest in front of him is bathed in clarity. The sudden illumination reveals the rustling source: a small deer, caught in the edge of the light, its eyes wide with fear. For a moment, it freezes, the tension palpable in the air.
Horton's preparedness to confront the unknown with Faerie Fire reflects his readiness to face the dark forces at play. However, seeing the innocent creature before him, he realizes that this time, the darkness has not shown its hand.
"In the name of Lathandir, you are safe," Horton speaks softly, directing his words to the deer. The creature, sensing no harm, cautiously steps back into the shadows of the woods, disappearing from sight.
This encounter, while not the confrontation Horton might have anticipated, serves as a reminder of the delicate balance between light and darkness, and the innocents caught between. It reinforces his resolve to protect not only the people of Dunwich but all creatures that suffer under the shadow's oppression.
Horton lowers his shield, allowing the light to dim, and turns back to the patrol. Their eyes reflect a mixture of relief and renewed determination. They've seen the compassion and power Horton wields—a blend of strength and mercy that inspires them.
The patrol resumes its watch over Dunwich, moving to cover more ground, alert for any sign of the true darkness threatening their home. Horton's leadership, guided by his faith and quick thinking, steers them through the night, a beacon of hope in the enveloping darkness.
As the night wears on, the patrol encounters no further disturbances, but Horton's experience in the forest edge remains a poignant reminder of the stakes at hand. Dawn finds them weary but unscathed, having safeguarded the village through the darkness.
Returning to the village as the first light of dawn breaks the horizon, Horton and the patrol are met with gratitude. The night's vigil, while uneventful in terms of confrontation with the shadows, has strengthened the bonds between them and solidified Horton's role as a protector in the eyes of Dunwich's residents.
As the day begins anew, Horton knows that the mystery of the shadows remains unsolved, but he also knows that he, alongside the people of Dunwich, stands ready to face whatever comes, armed with faith, courage, and the unwavering light of Lathandir.
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It had been a long night for the patrol and Horton. A quick morning meal and he will check in with Captain Hart and report. Then time for a few hours of sleep, if possible. Waking mid day, he will visit the church and Father Aelar for any new 'finds' in the library search (if any).
Depending on the information -- Horton would like to go around the town, marking spots (like the side of the town fountain -or- the door arches of the specific structures like the town hall -or- any stone plinths that might be IN the village (or along the road into / out of the village). Invoking Lathandir and etching his symbol at those locations.
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