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[Paerniel]

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[Anea]

The Wildman Character Sheet:https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=72853 Character Name: Tenzien Runefang Character Race: Mountain Dwarf Character Class and Career: Totem Warrior Barbarian / Animal Trapper Character Background: Most Dwarves are raised in ordered societies with clan hierarchy and political intrigue spurned on by their magnificent metalwork and tenacious combat prowess. Tenzien is not one of those dwarves. His clan, The Forgotten, were the line breakers of their ancient kin, battle hardened berserkers who charged headlong into any fight to prove their worth. As the dwarven kingdoms began to take shape and became more civilized, The Forgotten found themselves on the fringes of the culture they helped create. No longer welcome in the halls of mountain kings, the clan ventured forth into the wilds to quell the rage that burned in their hearts. Tenzien grew up in the same communal traditions that had by this time lasted his people for centuries. All the adults acted as parents, but Friggya was his favorite. She would put him to sleep at night with stories of talking beasts, tall towers, and fair maidens. As he grew older, Tenzien grew more distant and introverted. Many a night he would sneak out of the camp and go hiking through the nearby forests. It was there he watched and listened to the animals of the wilds, learning all he could. One night he found two abandoned wolf pups and, having found a love for nature, decided to raise them as his own companions, and so the clan named him "Runefang" amongst themselves. As Tenzien continued to age, he grew wise in the ways of the forest. He roamed far and wide with Freki and Geri exploring the wilds, living off the lands, and guarding mother nature. He built a decent life for himself helping locals harvest lumber and animal skins ethically after a small conflict with a goblin tribe that was performing a mass logging operation. Geri was killed in the conflict and Tenzien wears her paw as a memento around his neck. Tenzien hurried back to his clan once news of the death plague finally reached him, fearful of what he might find. Friggya, the mother he had loved the most, was among those who had returned to cruel death. Tenzien vowed to see her restored to life regardless of what it took to achieve it. Character Description: Tenzien seems carved from the very stone of the mountains he travels. He stands roughly 4’ 9” tall while coils of muscle and sinew fill out his solid frame, strength gained from surviving in wild lands. His skin is a mild bronze from exposure to the sun where it hasn’t been covered in runic tattoos. Most depict his connection to nature with beasts and birds while symbols for Freki and Geri adorn his chest. He has a large brow that leads up to a smooth skull save for the wild red hair shaped into a fierce Mohawk. His beard is braided with animal bone and gold ringlets that almost reach his feet and he wields a mighty double headed axe of black iron with dwarven runes carved into the heads. He charges into battle without armor or fear like his ancestors of old. Character Personality: Despite his savage appearance, Tenzien isn't the loud and abrasive dullard as many would assume. He will generally have a calm and pensive demeanor, listening to those around him. He tends to mistrust those who were not raised in the wilds as he was, but there have been notable cases of building friendships and some short lived romances within frontier towns that he travels by, but nothing too serious. If he can manage it, the dwarf will use body language, head nods, and looks to convey his meaning, but will speak if he must. He always will rally to the defense of nature and preservation of life, and is a staunch ally of those who do the same. Even when he is deep in his cups, the dwarf is always up beat and good natured, smiling and laughing with the rest of his companions. All manner of kindness is erased from his personality once he is roused to furious anger however, and he will seek his foes without hesitation or mercy. He has recently begun to focus his rage into a more controlled state, a tool to use when he must take the final option in a situation. Events that introduced you to Syndra Sylvane: Tenzien's heart raced as flashes of fire and arcane magic flew through the air. The goblin logging camp that he had been scouting out the last week had been attacked in the early morning by a group of adventurers hired by the local magistrate to wipe them out. Unfortunately, the goblin band had been reinforced by a contingent of bugbears and it seemed that the warriors had bitten off more than they could chew. The dwarf was about to turn back and inform the Magistrate of the mistake the party had made when he felt a cold snout brush up against his shoulder. Geri stared at him intently with her deep amber eyes while she let out a soft whine of concern. Tenzien knew then that she wouldn't let him leave without helping the poor band of warriors, and so he gripped his axe haft tighter as he pushed himself over the ridge to rush headlong into battle. The howls of his wolf-kin echoed in the morning haze as they crashed into the rear lines of the goblins. Fang, claw, and axe all bit deeply into the little creatures flesh as the trio hacked their way to the group. As his axe cleaved a goblin in two, Tenzien saw a female wizard had been knocked to the ground with a bugbear standing over her, mace raised high. She would be dead long before the dwarf could reach her, but he tried anyway. As he rushed forward, Geri appeared as if from no where and tackled the monstrosity to the ground. The scuffle was brief and brutal with the bugbear finally managing to get a hold of the wolf's head and giving it a swift jerk. A yelp rang out faintly as the Geri went limp in the enemy's arms and Tenzien felt his rage boil inside of him as never before. The blood haze took him then and the rest of the battle was a blur of blood and chopped limps. As combat ended with the few remaining goblins fleeing for their lives, the dwarf sank to his knees next to is dead companion, a dear friend he had raised since they were a mere pup. The female mage made her way over to him and spoke softly, "My name is Syndra, and I wanted to say thank you for helping us." Tenzien looked up to her with sad eyes and gave a soft nod as he turned back to Geri. "Would you mind telling me your name?" Tenzien blinked as he reached out to stroke the wolf's grey fur, silent as the grave. She must have realized she wasn't going to get much more out of him as she said, "Well, your friend saved my life. If you ever need anything in the future, please find me and I will repay this debt." The woman turned to leave and it was then that the barbarian found his voice. "Tenzien Runefang...." The dwarf burned Geri as was fit for one who had fought with such valor, but kept her paw as a reminder of the cost of doing the right thing.

[labadaba]

 

Character Application Character Name: Loex-litrix Character Sheet Link: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=72782 Character Race: Lizardfolk Character Class and Career: Druid; Circle of Twilight Character Background: Hermit Character Description and Personality: Loex-litrix is a tall and lean green skin lizardfolk. He is slimmer than many of his kin due to receiving poor nourishment in the lands away from his home swamp. His countenance is like others of his race, seemingly blank but with an obvious determination that makes most humanoids uncomfortable. He wears little in the way of clothes and prefers to go unarmored save for the occasional shield he crafts from worthy carcasses he either creates himself or comes across in the wilds. Loex is calm and calculating yet his travels into the lands of the other races has encourages him to adapt a more exploratory, or better yet, curious outlook at life. Even so, his thoughts and feelings are of a basal nature, thinking more of survival and the next step to procuring a pleasant experience by avoiding suffering than planning ahead. Events that introduced you to Syndra Sylvane: When Loex-litrix was a mere lizardboy, a plague of undeath struck the swamps and wetlands that he had called home during his first decade of life. As a young and precocious reptile, he was forced to leave his homeland lest he succumb to the same plague. He sought out other lands with suitable habitats, all the while remembering the warmth and moist comfort of his home. He found in traveling abroad that he would experience a strange joy in witnessing the interesting modes of living among the other races. One mode of living, or unliving, he found despicable above all others, however, was that of the undead. To Loex, undead beings seemed unnatural and threatening to his simple mind. They conjured the memory of the first bad thing that had occurred in his young life. Thus, he interpreted the very existence of the undead as a threat to his well-being. Now, he thoughtlessly destroys any and all undead creatures he comes across. Among his travels into the wilds, he met Syndra Sylvane, a wise and strange (to Loex) being whose spells fascinated Loex - especially the ones that sent the undead back to their graves. Syndra encouraged Loex to develop his thoughts on the undead beyond the primitive manner in which his race only knew. She urged him to try to realize that they are like the Lizardfolk, merely playing their part in the world, living out their existence the only way they know how. She also taught the young lizardboy to find within himself a spark of magic that was derived from his love of home. To this day he carries that spark with him as he seeks the perfect swampland to call his home. Nevertheless, his hatred and fear of the walking dead has not abated.

[Arthilian01]

 

Jaina Ironflow: Warrior, Artisan, Proud Dwarf. Character Name: Jaina Ironflow Character Race: Human Character Class and Career: Barbarian/Fighter, Blacksmith Character Background: Jaina was an infant when her adoptive father found her alone, swaddled in a wool blanket aside the road. If not for the bright red of the blanket, Dag Ironflow might never have spotted her. The old dwarf was headed towards a small village to set up a blacksmith's shop and enjoy the peaceful life after living among the hardy dwarves. When he saw Jaina's little face his heart melted and he decided he was going to keep her. Despite the peaceful life that he raised Jaina in, he still had the background of a soldier, as did most dwarves. His bedtime stories were about adventure and wars that he had fought in. Little did he know, this didn't only make little Jaina brave and proud of her father but it fostered a want for adventure. Despite Jaina being a girl, Dag raised her the only way he knew how, As she started to become a teenager he took her as an apprentice and taught her the ways of forging metal. She lacks any formal combat training, as Dag wouldn't teach her, He wanted her to be strong but she didn't need to be a warrior like him. Jaina favors a maul that mimics her working tools and had taught herself somewhat how to use it in a fighting situation even if her anger gets the best of her more often than not, overriding what little self-training she had. But what Jaina's heart truly sought was adventure, She wanted to see the world and fight monstrous beasts, like the heroes in her father's stories. She didn't necessarily want to be famous but she wouldn't mind having a tale or two sung about her, the mighty champion of some faraway kingdom or city. Living the peaceful life of a blacksmith's daughter had left her with a desire to prove herself to be as brave and steadfast as her father..To make him proud of the woman she had become. Dag didn't like the news that his daughter was going off to do just what he hadn't wanted and tried to prevent her from doing but being a dwarf that had left his home among dwarves in order to change his place in life, he wasn't going to hold her back from doing the same and finding her own lot in life. As a farewell gift he gave her the bright red wool baby blanket, made into a cloak, that had been the changer of fate in his life so that it may be the change in his daughter's fate someday. That cloak had saved her life once before and perhaps it could do so again. After two years of going about the land and seeing some high adventure, she returned to her father. Upon her arrival she had two missions in mind, She immediately requested that her father school her in the ways of the warrior. Dag, having little reason not to teach her everything she needed to survive, he acquiesced. Jaina's second request was much simpler and even more demanding, She wanted to continue her training as a blacksmith so that she could earn her stripes as a journeyman among 'Dwarvenkind, since she very easily mistakes herself for one quite often.her' people. After two long years of hard work and practice with her maul, Her father wrote up certified documentation of Jaina's skill as a journeyman blacksmith and artisan, signed with the Seal of Kragspire to make it official. To be continued in the Introduction to Syndra Sylvane... Character Description: Jaina is taller than your average woman, Nearly 6' 2". The daughter and apprentice of the local blacksmith of a small village has made her strong and hardy of frame. Her red hair is usually tied back or in a braid to keep it from her face while she works. The fires of the forge may not have been kind to her skin but she doesn't dwell on it. Being the adopted daughter of a dwarf has made her less dependent on her feminine qualities and more reliant on strength of arm and willpower. Jaina's preferred attire is simple, leather trousers, calf-high leather boots and a white sleeveless, pullover shirt. At a moment's notice she can throw on her leather apron and set hammer to forge. When out and about she often wears a bright red woolen cloak that reaches her thighs, clasped by an ornate buckle adorned with the Hammer and Anvil of Or Main Dwarven GodMoradin Personality: Jaina strives to do the best she can at pretty much everything she does and if she isn't good at something she is doing, she strives to learn how to be better. She is a shrewd business woman and will haggle to get the best deals, she is usually quick to think someone is trying to cheat her. She deems her workshop as her home and place of worship, She owes such a lifestyle choice to her father who was and still is a reputable artisan among the Kragspire Dwarves Artisan Guild, As such, Her mood can get pretty sour if she sees someone trying to outdo her work. Through it all, Jaina believes each person should have a right to choose their own direction in life. Events that introduced you to Syndra Sylvane (retired adventurer, wizard and successful merchant): With proper documentation from a renown member of the Kragspire Dwarves, finding work in Silverymoon was easy for Jaina. She took a job under the supervision of a Master artisan of the Kragspire, Gamling Kragspire, who owned a forge and workshop within the city. Daily she strove to improve her skills and within two years of working under a fresh teacher and with her shrewd way of doing business, she was trusted with purchasing materials and ended up rubbing elbows with some very interesting people. In time she managed to meet a human after her own heart, A merchant and retired adventurer by the name of Syndra Sylvane. Jaina very much wanted to give Syndra the better deal and actually softened her haggling only slightly when dealing with Syndra, out of respect and admiration. When Syndra told Jaina the tales of the trouble in the Chult, Jaina's eyes lit up with anticipation. She immediately begged the woman to let her assist in this endeavor. Despite the fact that she was leaving her ticket to being a better artisan behind by informing Gamling of her decision to leave for a time, Him being a Dwarf, was more than understanding.

[Grouchy]

 

CHARACTER CONCEPT Name: Brother Urdrick the Fierce Race: Hill Dwarf Class: Cleric of Clangeddin Silverbeard 3 (War Domain) Character Background: Guild Artisan (Smiths and Metal-Forgers) History: Urdrick is a Son of Battle, a member of a religious sect of Clangeddin Silverbeard composed entirely of male dwarves (referencing Clangeddin Silverbeard's moniker as the "Father of Battle"). His father is Elder Borak the Bold, one of the four heads of the Sons (the four heads represent the four blades of the twin battle axes of the symbol of Clangeddin Silverbard) who has been battling for the Wyrmslayer for almost a century now. Urdrick's mother died during childbirth so Urdrick was raised solely by his father and all of his axe-brothers in the longhouse of the Sons high in the hills of the east with "Toxic" masculinity alert?no feminine influence. As a young member of the Sons, Urdrick was treated the same as all the other young dwarven men who yearned to join the ranks of the Sons of Battle. Hard physical labor and grueling combative practices were combined with solemn rituals in memorial to the fallen and poring over religious texts. A typical day would find the young Urdrick awake before the sun rose and lying his head on his cot long after the sun had fallen. As he grew older and became strong enough to wear armor, he would support the full fledged members of the Sons in their battles - helping them don their armor, repairing their equipment, transporting them supplies, and standing watch at night while on maneuvers. During his time, Elder Borak treated him as any other squire and Urdrick earned the respect of all who served with him due to his strength, devotion, and prowess. He has since then become a full fledged Son of Battle and distinguished himself on many an occasion during their operations. Description: Brother Urdrick is a burly, stout dwarven man with burning dark eyes and bright red hair. His red hair is braided tightly back from his protruding brow, and the braids of his beard fall to his belt level, each bound by a simple band of steel. He has a large, wide nose and across his face are a series of small scars and nicks, of a man who has lived a hard life. He is well muscled even for a dwarf and is heavily armored, with intricate carvings etched all over his polished grey armor. Scenes of battle interspersed with pictures of mining and forging, with a large visage of a growling bear head emblazoned across his chest. A long scarlet red cloak is thrown around his shoulders, and from his neck hangs a polished steel emblem that depicts a pair of crossed battleaxes. He carries a massive two-bladed axe with ease, and stands with a confidence that depicts one who is trained in the arts of war. Personality: Brash, forceful, and aggressive with a bit of a temper, Brother Urdrick can be difficult to get along with at times but he means well. He truly feels alive when in the mix of combat, hearing the clash of steel and feeling his heart beat anxiously as he pits his skills against others in the most purest form of expression known to dwarvenkind. He is supremely practical and prefers the most direct approach to anything, but can sometimes lack subtlety when it is called for due to this trait. Brave, honorable, and loyal to his friends, Brother Urdrick is like your obnoxious older brother: he looks out for you and has your best interest in mind, but has no problem giving you grief for your choices/actions or giving you a whack for them. Urdrick is a teetotaler, which is quite unusual for a dwarf, but he loves to eat and will often have a sit down meal that could put any three men together to shame. As long as he has a warm place to sleep, an axe to swing, and food in his belly, Brother Urdrick feels he has won the lottery of life. How he met Syndra Sylvane: Syndra Sylvane came to Brother Urdrick's aid back when he was a 1st level PCmere novice in the Sons of Battle. A band of goblins had been preying on travelers near a mountain pass in the north, and Brother Urdrick and his axe-brother Darghil the Fist along with a few other Sons of Battle responded to the area to clear them out and allow safe passage on the road once again. The Sons were easily dispatching their small green adversaries but were unaware that they had teamed up with a nearby tribe of orcs as well. The orcs flanked the dwarves from the rear, and a terrible battle ensued. Brother Darghil was slain, and Brother Urdrick's wounds were beginning to overcome him. He could feel the strength draining from his arms as he swung his axe and knew the end was near, but he refused to give any quarter. And then came Syndra Sylvane. She had been traveling the road with some acquaintances after having a lovely trip at a fellow retired adventurer's home and as fate would have it came across the battle. With powerful magic she repelled the attack of the orcs and sent them and their goblin conspirators fleeing for their lives. She then used her talents to save Brother Urdrick's life, to which he has sworn an oath to someday repay her. The two have kept in contact since then, mostly him visiting her as his travels took him through Silverymoon. She finds him to be a breath of fresh air compared to the scholars and intellects she normally keeps company with. He finds her to be almost a mother type of figure to him, and often finds value in her insights to his behavior and decisions that make him choose better in the future and thus become a more capable warrior.

[SaberDad]

Character Concept ***** Powerless is a slave to power. Law is the tool for the masters. Deception is the shield just as the hope is the sword for a slave. Freedom has cost and sacrifices are must. ***** Name: Seldlyss Freiryn Race: Half-Elf (Drow) Class: Warlock Background: Charlatan Appearance: Seldlyss is tall and slender, combining the traits of a human and elf. His skin and hair colors are dark. His eyes are hazel. Seldlyss looks like an affluent and sophisticated noble. With the fine and well fitted clothing, Seldlyss is quite attactive. Personality: In today’s words, Seldlyss is very liberal. He is free-spirited and values individualism. He believes that individual merit is more important than the birth rights. He dislikes the incapable nobles, who rule the poor through their birth rights. He is also frustrated with the poor who simply accepts the bullying from the rich. However, he understands that some capable servants have no choice just like him. He blames this realm and to be free, the only answer is to become more powerful. Besides of his ambition, Seldlyss is charming and very likable person. He has a way to make people feel better and avoids confrontations. He is cunning and convincing. He does not hesitate lying and deceiving others to achieve his goals. Background Story - Early Origins: Seldlyss was born from misfortune, and lived a harsh life. Before he was born, a drow elf was sold to a slave master, who later found out that she was pregnant with a child. The slave master, who was attracted to her, was angry but eventually was subdued by her dark beauty. He allowed her to take care of her child, but he was not kind to the child. Life as a slave was very difficult. Every day, Seldlyss was challenged by cruelty and the demands by his master. Seldlyss disliked his master and all those who forced their power especially toward the servants. Many times, he wanted to run away and be free, but he had to consider his mother. For some reason, his mother never complained and simply accepted her life as a slave. So, Sedlyss learned to deal with the slave master in a different way. He lied and hid his emotions. When he used flattery, he learned how easy it was to deceive his master. Background Story - Path to Warlock: Seldlyss’s mother was once a cleric of Ghaunadaur, the god of abominations. In the deep underground, she worshiped her god, but her service ended abruptly when she felt in love with a human. Her betrayal angered Ghaunadaur and soon her life was fabricated by her god and was sold as a slave. Ever since then, Ghaunadaur enjoyed watching her suffering. When Seldlyss came to the age of a young man, Ghaunadaur was interested in Seldlyss. During this time, many drow elves changed their religion and began to worship other deities, who were Ghaunadaur’s rivals. To prevent his rivals becoming more powerful, Ghaunadaur devised a plan, and began to recruit disciples, who could be controlled and used for his purposes. Seldlyss was chosen as one of them. One day, Seldlyss felt in love with a servant girl. After a magical moment, the servant girl was sold to a slave trader, similar to what happened to his mother many years ago. When Seldlyss found out, his lover was long gone. Then, Ghaunadaur appeared in Seldlyss’s dreams. Seldlyss saw horrible images of his mother, lover and a child suffering. Then, he heard Ghaunadaur’s voices, “Damn you, damn your mother, and all her offspring. Damn them all for eternity.” Eventually, Seldlyss learned the meaning and persuaded Ghaunadaur to accept his service in return for the freedom of his family. He was able to convince Ghaunadaur to return his mother to her homeland. However, he was not able to rescue his lover and child. Their locations were not told, but Ghaunadaur promised that they were safe as long as Seldlyss remains faithful and accepts him as his Great Old One. Events that introduced you to Syndra Sylvane (retired adventurer, wizard and successful merchant): Taking souls of sacrificed is something that Ghaunadaur, the god of abominations, would do. However, someone else is stealing the souls of dead, and this troubles even the god of evil. The events happening in Chult are very unusual and artificial. Whoever or whatever is causing must be stopped. Ghaunadaur appears to Seldyss in his dreams and instructs him to head to Chult. There, Seldyss is to find Syndra Sylvane, a retired adventurer and merchant. "No room for a failure. You must stop what is happening", says Ghaunadaur while magically transporting a precious amulet to his bedside. Dressed in rich noble clothing, Seldyss enters Chult. There, he finds an old wizard selling arcane merchandise. With the amulet hanging down from his neck visibly, Seldyss approaches Syndra pretending to looking through the merchandise. The amulet catches the wizard's attention and he begins to question Seldyss about how he acquired it. Seldyss pretends to be surprised and returns his questions back to Syndra. After several back and forth conversations, Seldyss begins to figure out that this amulet is known to Syndra and has significant meaning to him. "Last time I saw that amulet was worn by a dark elf. That was many years ago. Perhaps before you were born. She was so beautiful." When Seldyss hears those words, his face turns blank as if he is seeing a ghost; a rare time when Seldyss loses control of his emotions and finds himself to be speechless. "Nay, I am not your father. Your mother had her eyes on much better looking guy than me. Yay, THAT PALADIN! Poor fellow. Something really bad happened. Your mother disappeared. Then, somehow he heard that she had a child of his. Ever since then, he had only one thing in his mind; that was to find you and your mother. Poor, poor fellow. Only if he survived just little longer ...", Syndra wipes his tears as he speaks those words. "Yay, now I understand why you are here. You need to rescue your father. His poor soul is stolen along with many others. I am looking for young adventurers. You need to be one of them."

OOC Used the standard array for the ability numbers Selected DEX and CON as additional Racial Ability modifier Replaced Skill Versatility with the Drow racial features: Dark Elf Magic, Dark Elf Weapon Selected Scimitar as the weapon for the Weapon +1 draw from the treasure roll Bought 2 potion of healing

[goatmeal]

 

Kwalu, Wizard of the forgotten dynasty of Mezro Name: Kwalu Race: Human (Chultian) Class and Career: Wizard (possibly some sort of multiclass if it makes sense for the party, but unlikely), probably Sage Background: Background Kwalu sat stoically awaiting his time before the great archmage Isi. He had nearly completed his apprenticeship, and needed but one final quest guided by the archmage’s divinations in order to graduate with honors from the greatest university in the world. But these were troubling times, and the quests became more and more challenging. The very nature of magic itself was changing, some said it was being torn asunder. Most graduates undertook the seemingly impossible task of stopping this eventuality, aided by the other mages and archmages who weren’t otherwise occupied training more mages such as himself to aid in the cause. The time came, and Kwalu stepped into the vaulted room where Isi held her counsel. There were no guards, save the magically imbued carvings and statues that filled the room. No ears to hear the tales told in the presence of the diviner. Her dark skin was worn and wrinkled, her face somber. One eye had gone entirely white, while the other looked in poor health, showing signs of whiting over as well. It was said that with her blind eye she saw the future and with her good eye she saw the present. Her hair hung in silvered kinky whorls about her waist. She wore the dark blue spotless, and creaseless robes of her station proudly as she sat on the dais awaiting him. “Who comes to visit?” “It is Kwalu,” he said with a deep bow. He could tell she was having difficulty seeing him with her one partially good eye. “Sit,” she gestures to the floor and he obeys. It feels as if that blind eye is boring into his soul. It feels as if the sigh of a thousand civilizations is washing over him as they fall to ruin. Still he sits and waits her judgment. Finally she speaks. “I will tell you something that few have ever known, and fewer still know today. Something that none of the other archmages have any clue about and that I myself have only known for a short time. This battle is futile. In a few short years Mezro will be no more.” Kwalu was stunned by these words that flew against everything he understood of reality. “You mean it will become invisible again? That hardly seems like bad news, those thieves from Waterdeep will no longer be able to steal our magic for themselves.” “No. Mezro will be no more. Gone entirely. Forgotten for the most part. The Realms will survive because of the efforts our archmages have put into this battle. Chult itself might survive if enough of them continue to believe there is a chance. But Mezro will be gone, and with it all the knowledge we have accumulated.” Kwalu sat for some time with these heavy words before finally asking, “Why do you tell me and not the archmages?” “They must believe they have a chance if they are going to continue to fight for the Realms. The fate of Chult, the fate of the Realms themselves depends on their belief. I tell every initiate that I believe has the strength to hold this terrible knowledge. I believe you have that strength, but I have mostly been proven wrong as I’ve entrusted this knowledge to others in your position.” She falters for a moment before continuing “I must admit that my eye for the present is fading, there is so little of it left for us. It has clouded my judgment a bit. But I must still hope for that future, it is all we have left.” “So what of this future?” “Chult remains, but there is no Mezro. What magic is left in the world is the little those men from Waterdeep stole from us. The descendents and progenies of those men will come back to Chult, seeking to plunder secrets hidden beneath the ground. They will see our descendants and treat them as the goblins or the lizardfolk, savages with no claim to the knowledge that we now hold. The knowledge that they stole from us.” “That…that’s horrible. Can anything be done.” “If you are worthy, I can send you to that time. You can remind them of this time that once was. Only a few will ever believe you, but most will think you a liar. Most will treat you as the lizardfolk or the goblins. Your true test is whether your pride runs deep enough to face such scorn.” “What are my choices?” “If you want to face this future, you will most likely do it alone. If you don’t want to face this future, I will wipe your mind of this conversation and then you may join the others in fighting for the Realm. This would be a noble cause, and might help prevent Chult from sinking into the seas. If you do want to face this future, you must first leave here telling others that you have refused to fight for the Realms. But you must not tell anyone of this conversation. You will, of course, face scorn for this choice. After one month if you still want to face the future, I will imprison you in a jewel. You will stay imprisoned there conscious for hundreds of years. You will be lost, found, lost again, found again, put on display in a museum, stolen, lost, found, and several times this cycle will repeat itself. You will see this world you know so well crumbling around you, your people degraded to savages, and there will be nothing you can do about it. You will only be freed from this prison when someone with a pure heart touches the jewel. You will be touched hundreds of times along the way and realize how few people have such a heart. When…no, I suppose I should say if…you are finally freed from the prison it will not be true freedom, as you will bear a burden you could not possibly imagine right now. But if you make this choice, you might have the opportunity to tell a world that has forgotten about Mezro how glorious we actually were.” Kwalu makes his choice in silence, knowing that nothing he could say will matter in the end. And then he waits…. The rest of the story... I’m not going to finish this story because I’m open to three possibilities: 1) Someone does free him from the jewel, but that person is then slain which is the plot hook for getting him into this adventure. 2) One of the other characters selected from the game might be the one who frees him from the jewel (either in game, or as backstory. More likely backstory I’m guessing.) 3) Syndra Sylvane is the one who found the jewel, releasing him and putting him in her debt. I’ll leave it up to the GM which makes the most sense for the story. In any case, the jewel is gone once he is freed and will not have any mechanical effect on the game (including his knowledge of the area, as it could have changed substantially in the hundreds of years in which he was imprisoned.) Character description and personality: The most notable thing about Kwalu is the way in which he carries himself. He walks proudly with head held high, the heir of one of the most successful civilizations in history (even if history does not remember much of it). But after awhile, one also will sense that he bears an incredible sadness, especially as he walks amongst the natives of this land. Kwalu often wears loose linens that bear the bright blue color of his forgotten kingdom. Accustomed to the warm climates of Chult, these often leave parts of his chest or abdomen open to the air. He is relatively fit: lean muscle mass is readily seen beneath his dark skin. But he is not a muscled hulk like the barbarians of the North. His hair is free to flow in its natural kinks and whorls and seems to sometimes spark with arcane energy in a halo around his head when he is in the midst of casting a spell. Syndra Sylvane: I've introduced a few possibilities in the box "the rest of the story" above. Without knowing much detail about her, I didn't want to get into too much detail but rather provided a few potential hooks that could lead in that direction. Final Note: my inbox is full. I need to renew my CS again (keep putting it off because of the holiday special coming up). I might be able to update that in the next few days, but not sure if I will before you make your choices.

[Tyeal]

 

Name: Pallurd Wann
Race: Rock Gnome
Class: Wizard (Diviner)
Background: Have you every wished you could see into the future? Wish you had the farsight to prevent tragedy, death, and regrets?
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​Take from me, you don't want it.
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​I possess the gift of Far Sight, the Third Eye, whatever you want to call it. I can see into the near future and watch events unfold as dictated by the present. I have seen the actions of foolish soldiers, reckless revolutionaries, cunning businessmen, and charismatic women. I've grown to fear and respect this power but also hate it. I hate that my present barely effects the future, that I can see nearly the result of every action taken by anyone I pass in a city or town, and can do nothing to help them. I've long since stopped trying to warn those people; They never believe me. Even after I told my ex-Cavalry lieutenant about an upcoming ambush as we traveled inside a vast valley he brushed off such warnings and pressed on, more determined to get supplies back to the main force.
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​I'm all that's left of the 7th Lighthoof Unit.
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​He takes a long drought from his tankard, grunting and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. His slate grey eyes glazed over thanks to the alcohol. "So, still want to know your future?"

Personality: Wann comes off as a typical Wizard. Cryptic, verbose, a strict teacher, and having an air of superiority. He has a sharp wit and sharper tongue, as well as a keen eye for studying people and their actions. He seems worn down and generally angry at the world at large when he has a few drinks in him because of his many instances of sharing his visions with ungrateful people who ignored his warnings/predictions.

But, despite this rough exterior, the Gnome is a good person at heart. He's inquisitive, thoughtful (for the most part), and is still willing to help even after how many times his warnings fell on deaf ears. Wann wants to believe that his gift has done more good than harm, continuing to study and do research even as he approaches 200 years old. He still sees himself as a student in many ways, and is willing to learn from those who are experts in their fields.

Events that introduced you to Syndra Sylvane: Syndra had contacted Wann with the intent of utilizing his gifts of future prediction to attempt to locate an answer to the recent movements of a recently-moving cult. It was a rare moment in the wizened Gnome's live where someone in a position of authority and skill actually wanted his talents. Upon their meeting he could recall not asking for money and instead asked for... something. Anytime since his meeting with Syndra he simply couldn't recall what he had asked for in exchange for his services but he had to imagine it was something very necessary if he asked for it instead of gold.[/fieldset]

[DraconigenaArma]

 

Character Name: Maël Pierrick Character Race: Human Character Class and Career: Wizard Bladesinger

Character Background Maël’s early days are hardly worth noting down; born of the womb, nursed, and was a mewling useless burden on his family like so many ninth sons of peasant households are. However, when he started constructing full sentences before he was twenty months old his parents recognized the opportunity in the boy and promptly sold him off. The study of magic is difficult, and the recruiter paid well for starved street rats with any potential, so a perfectly (or, moderately) healthy infant that didn’t already have a street-gang murderous streak to break him of was a rare gem. His parents used the money to buy some new clothes, and a bottle of fine wine. They made merry for a night, the booze blinding them to their poverty for one night; a night in which they conceived a younger sibling Maël will never meet because some people are smart and some people are stupid and never learn. The academies paid well for brilliant pupils, not just the magic one either. The army was always looking to conscript strong lads, the thieves’ guilds never stopped vetting the urchins for cunning, and the priesthood would take anyone susceptible to their sermons. The children themselves knew the danger of being recruited though. Children always went into the temples, and the academies, and the barracks… but most never came out again, as children or as trained adults. Street gangs warred with each other as well as against the institutions. The crimps and the recruiters and the desperate parents looking for coin didn’t care or could live with the guilt. Maël was one of the few who came out again, but never went home. He didn’t consider the hovel he could barely remember with breeders who were strangers to him home. The academy, a brutal and unrelenting place of learning that brought success or death, was no home either. Maël was only at home with himself, and decided now that he had the power and freedom to choose his own path he would do so. As he walked out of the academy for the first time with no curfew, he looked down at the three references he was provided by his school, the three jobs he was expected to choose between. He was told it was a luxury that he had a choice, and many graduate with only one career offered to them. They told him they’d watch his career closely, as he may no longer be a student, the academy always needs new instructors, and no one’s progress in the city goes unnoticed… or unevaluated. So Maël tore up the paper, lit it afire in defiance with the magic they taught him, and left the city not content to have his life manipulated as an adult in the way it was as a child. Maël wanted to be free, and he decided to get as far from the wretched locale of his birth as he could get on two feet.

Character Description and Personality Maël is only partially naïve, as he did grow up in a rigid boarding school environment and was allowed only a very few excursions into the real world, mostly as assignments in practical magic. In his heart burns a longing to be free, and forge his own path, and he has a fierce dislike of being told what to do. He revels in choice and rankles at oppression, having gone off script in a number of his first adventures in the effort to explore the full effect of free choice in the real world. As such, he has an intense dislike of necromancy, not from a religious or profane point of view. Despite having been on his own for a few years, he’s still prone to social faux pas and interpersonal awkward moments. Maël is impetuous, and very physically inclined. He’s tactile and need to move, and do, and touch, and manipulate (even if it’s through magic) to completely understand things, which is why he was funneled into the Bladesong school instead of a more sedate school of wizardy. It has served him well on the road, most people underestimate the magical power of a man with a sword. When not on the job, or on the road, Mael prefers split or joined hosen with low soft shoes and a dark brown semi-fitted cotehardie with horn buttons, and a hood and mantle with short liripipe. Rarely is he not wearing his dagger, especially in civilian dress. When equipped to "work" he wears taller boots, gartered under the knee, his brace of round pommeled short falchions, leather breastplate, and iron kettle hat. Maël’s need to be active and training in non-traditional pursuits have helped to avoid some of the more stereotypical physical tropes of the academic wizard. No slumped shoulders, bad posture, pallid complexion, or (worst of all) adherence to the inconvenience of robes. He sports a close cropped beard, shaved on the neck and cheeks, so that it follows his jawline and abjectly opposes the long beard look. He keeps his hair long, though, generally pulled back into a half ponytail most of the time.

Events that introduced you to Syndra Sylvane Though by no means your typical wizard, Maël's need for traditional arcane services isn’t any less a pressing issue to the continuance of his education and career. He hates the institution, not the craft, and understands and respects the rigorous nature of the academic magic arts. Having recently finished a job on River Surbin, acting as something akin to a supercargo on a river packet between Waterdeep and the Spine, Maël got off at Rivermoot and took the road by foot to Silverymoon due to the notorious and reputable Conclave where he hoped he could spend some leisure time at the Vault of Sages; both for pleasure reading and for constructive research and spell copying. Maël’s financial habits are far from spendthrift, still he was completely caught off guard by the exorbitant prices the Vault charges just to look at the books, much less use them in any constructive way. He most certainly couldn’t afford to both read and eat, so he set out to find work, and this time save the majority of it for Vault access. Maël wasn’t interested in laboring at wage-prices for months or years, scrimping and sacrificing luxuries and being unpleasantly frugal. Normally he could set out a shingle and leverage the local free capital of the community selling much needed magical services. But in Silverymoon he just didn’t have anything unique to sell. The market was flooded with magicians, most of which were far more competent than he is. The first whiff of big-ticket job came in the form of Syndra Sylvane’s plea for help, and offer of enormous rewards.

 

[Bigbywolfe]

Zaadurk Koda Character Name: Zaadurk "Zee" Koda Character Race: Half-Orc Character Class and Career (i.e. Arcane Tradition, Martial Archetype, etc.): Ranger (Gloom Stalker) Character Background: Urban Bounty Hunter Character Description and Personality: Half-Orcs are often mistrusted or looked at as dumb muscle only usable for manual labor or fighting. Zee managed to use that reputation to his advantage and simultaneously ingratiate himself to many of the nobles and city guard by functioning as a thief catcher. He could lurk around parts of the city the guard dare not go late at night unless in force, and he could track fleeing criminals out of the city into the wild beyond the guard's authority or ability to follow. While many people are still wary of him, enough shop keeps and merchants have had goods returned due to his efforts that the common folk mostly tolerate him now. When there aren't many bounties around he makes ends meet hiring himself out as personal security or even as a caravan guard if nothing else is available. Zee is fairly good natured though he does rely a bit on having a tough guy reputation, at least among criminals. He prefers catching criminals to hunting down/killing people, though often there is no choice.

[Tinuviel]

Application Name: Skygge Ravenfyre Race: Half-Elf Class and Career: Paladin 4 / Hexblade 1 Character Background: Soldier Character Description and Personality: Skygge had always been ridiculed as being different for her pale skin and white hair, but she has long since resigned herself that one cannot help one's heritage. Instead, she has used her abilities to pursue justice and squash evil wherever it would be, reserving her ire for those who truly deserved to be destroyed. Standing at five and a half feet, her muscular frame would intimidate most folk, and that would be the end of audible comments about her appearance. Skygge has a daughter suffering from the strange disease that is quickly becoming a plague in her city and in other parts of the country. In a moment of desperation, she has sought the favor of the Raven Queen for guidance and a solution, which was answered by one day finding a weapon that... spoke... to her. She would only hear the voice in her head, but so far, it had led her closer and closer to the source of her problems: the city of Chult.

[Tyrus34]

Application Character Name: Usk Character Race: Lizardfolk   Character Class and Career: barbarian 3 (bear totem)/druid 2 (circle of the moon) Character Background: Outlander Character Description and Personality: Usk grew up as a warrior for his tribe, he was born with great strength and fortitude so naturally he was trained to fight with a relentless tenacity and the ferocity of their bloodlone. However Usk also shared a prodigious connection with nature, he had the strange ability to speak with animals and sense where they were. These were amazing abilities that made Usk one of the best hunters in his tribe. One day as they returned from a ranging with a great haul of food they arrived to a scene of horror as a group of elven mercenaries had slain their entire tribe down to the last youngling. Usk And his band were immediately captured and forced to endure torture and were one by one executed. Usk and two others were left and it was Usk's turn to taste the blade. As his captors drug him up to the chopping block his panicked mind reached out through his connection to the earth and there was a response deep in his lineage the spirit of an ancient beast reached out and blessed Usk. His body began to swell and shift as he transformed into a massive crocodile dwarfing his would be executioners. The battle was short and bloody, with the surprised elves unable to stop the primal rage that Usk possessed. As he shrank back to his normal form he found that his connection to the earth grew stronger and he was now able to use this power to perform magics and rituals as well as take the shape of beasts, though he has not since been able to summon the form of that most ancient lizard. Usk is a quiet and wise soul who reveres nature and his connection to the earth. He still fights with that inner fire and ferocity like when he was young but out of combat his wisdom has grown as has his connection to nature. Usk cares not for the trappings of society and has difficulty understanding the concepts of things like manners and money. Usk is a fierce friend though he has a rough exterior once someone proves themselves to him he defends them as if they were a youngling of his tribe. Though he does tend to patronize his companions believing them to be children who need protecting. At the end of the day he believes in the laws of nature, the strong survive and the weak perish, one looks out for their own and protects what is theirs.

[DialPforPickles]

Application Name: Rudra Stormblower Race: Dragonborn Class and Career: Former mercenary (Fighter 1), currently a priest of Mac Lir (Cleric of the Tempest 4) Character Background: Soldier Character Description and Personality: Rudra has eyes that unnerve most folk, even after they’ve gotten used to the hulking mass of dragonborn towering above them. They have been described (almost exclusively after he has left the room) as the sort of eyes that, when fixed upon you, make you feel less like a person and more like a book that he’s leafing through. Most people don't notice his dark leather gloves, for which Rudra is silently thankful. His armor, warhammer, and shield are dark gray with accents of electric blue, the colors of Mac Lir, the god of storms and seas. These armaments did not come to him looking like this, and he secretly ruined several armaments attempting to make them look this way. Many of his fellow servants in the temple have remarked that Rudra should have more powerfully magical tools at his disposal at this junction in his career, but Rudra simply shrugs and remarks that "magical stuff is okay for a bunch of psalm-singin' sissies; I don't need them". Then he tugs at his gloves (which hide years of dye-stains), shrugs, and walks away. Rudra believes in right and wrong, and only consents to navigate the spaces in between in the service of a greater good. In his eyes, laws are just things that people in power create to ensure they continue to be people in power, and evil is a state of mind inhabited by those who are too selfish and too weak to help others. He fights because he believes that his god has chosen him to fight, which lends a very particular brand of pragmatism to his sensibilities.

[Numen Wraith]

Application Character Name: Howard Slandermark Character Race: Ghostwise Halfling Character Class and Career: Rogue Scout Character Background: Archeologist Character Description and Personality: Howard Slandermark is slight, even for a halfling. He's never been the best at anything. There was always someone smarter, stronger, faster, or better. That's probably why it was a shock when Holly Hockenbright cast her gaze his way. She flirted with him for weeks, constantly flipping the page he was trying to read as she passed or pulling his hood off his head as she rushed past him in the summer rains. Finally, she came to visit him while he was working at the museum, teasing him about artifacts in front of the tour he was giving. As the crowd departed, she solicited him to meet for a drink after he locked up. That's really the end of it, as far as he can recall. He doesn't know how his key went missing, why he didn't show up for work for five days, or how so many priceless and historical artifacts went missing. What he does know is that he was blamed and press-ganged into serving with the treasure hunters sent to recover the pieces. He also knows that, despite himself, the past few years adventuring were the best years of his life, and now that he's delivered the last of the known items back to the museum, he's going to go find more.

[JaredSyn]

Wizard Application Name: Sereja Description: Sereja is a beautiful young woman in her prime. Her long red mane of hair falling down past the middle of her back. Commonly she wears a simple red dress which accentuates her figure but is not overly revealing at the same time not trying to attract unwanted attention. She has amber colored eyes, that almost seem like molten pools of lava. Her figure is lithe and feminine, not muscular or gangly. Personality: Sereja is a friendly young woman, but at the same cautious when meeting new people. She knows all to well how duplicitous people can be with others. She takes her time getting to know a person before considering them a friend or foe. Should she consider you a friend though she is steadfast and willing to aid in any way she can. She is a proud young woman though who is proud of her success in the school of Wizardry and through her apprenticeship, though she rarely speak of the latter portion of her training. Sereja has an insatiable thrist for knowledge and can often be found during her down time studying this book or that. Backstory:Sereja was born to the upper echelon of Thayan culture both of her parents Wizards of the upper echelon. Sereja exhibited magical aptitude from a very early age, much to her parents satisfaction having hoped the mixing of their two family lines would produce powerful wizards to follow in their footsteps. Sereja was afforded the finest education that could be had. Her home filled with servants the majority of which were slaves who waited on her and her parents and her younger brother. She was taken from her home much to her parent's satisfaction to be trained as a school of wizardry. Sereja continued to excel in her studies at the school as well and quickly rose to the top of her class. When the time came she was assigned as an Apprentice to a Red Wizard the next phase of her education. As Sereja grew older and smarter she saw things that appalled her done by her Master as well as other apprentices. Sereja though never delighted in the punishment or simply cruel behavior of the other apprentices in how they acted with one another or treated the slaves who served them.She learned very quickly to use her magic to ensure she was one step ahead of the others. Where they were cruel and often sadistic in her opinion Sereja was not. This did not go unnoticed though, by one of her fellow apprentices. A young man named Agravel. Agravel delighted in tormenting Sereja, knowing she was not like the others. After her third year of apprenticeship Agravel attacked Sereja outright. Terrified and surprised Sereja cast the only offensive spell she knew, trying to stop him. It was a simple sleep spell, as Agravel fell unconscious though he struck his head on the corner of the stone wall. The blow killed him instantly his body falling lifeless to the floor. Of course this did not go unnoticed and Sereja was called before her Master. She was terrified that she would be cast out or simply killed in turn. She was not prepared for the praise he laid upon her instead. Sereja was still in a fog from everything that had happened. From that day forward she was never bothered by the other apprentice's all of them too afraid of angering her and ending up as Agravel had. Sereja focused on her studies purely avoiding the others as much as possible doing her Master's bidding as she was required. Two years later Sereja completed her apprenticeship and was offered the title of Red Wizard. It was a proud day for Sereja regardless of the cruelty of the other wizards she had met always scheming and plotting to advance themselves. Sereja accepted her robes, and once the ceremony was complete she returned to her family home. Her parent's proud of their young daughter's success, under her master's tutelage. They expected great things from Sereja, little did they know that she would disappear into the night fleeing her home and the cruelty on display around her. She left a simple note to her parents. Mother, Father, I am hopeful you will understand my departure but it is my choice to leave home. I intend to continue my studies abroad learning from my travels. One day I hope to return a Great Wizard. Until that time I ask you honor my wishes in this and do not seek me out. I hope that Densel will succeed in the school as I did. I will miss my home but this is something I must do. Sereja has been traveling alone or in small groups with others ever since. She despises slavery and seeing bound by chain and leash forced to serve others. She knows that she cannot return home until she has become as powerful as possible. A great Wizard capable of effecting change among her people or at least attempting to do so. Sereja takes every opportunity to advance her knowledge so long as it does not cause harm to others, in fact she takes pleasure in using her magic to help others. Something she doubts any Red Wizard other than herself would even consider without some form of payment or reward. Still Sereja is not a fool her difficulties during her youth as an apprentice having taught her hard lessons. She knows that if she wishes to survive she needs to look out for herself first and foremost. She is not a selfish person but she does not blindly follow others at the same time.

Stat Block   Sereja | Chaotic Neutral | Female | Human | Wizard - Divination | Level 6 Armor Class 18 Hit Points 50/50 Speed 30 ft Str 9 Dex 18 Con 18 Int 20 Wis 14 Cha 14 Saving throws STR 0, DEX +5, CON +5, INT +9, WIS +6, CHA +3 | Initiative +4 Skills Arcana +8, History +8, Investigation +8, Perception +5, Religion +8, Senses Passive Perception 20 | Passive Investigation 23 | Passive Wisdom 12 | Languages Common, Draconic, Elvish, Infernal, Quarterstaff +2 (1d6-1) | Chill Touch +8 (2d8) | Fire Bolt +8 (2d10) | Class Abilities: Once per day when you finish a short rest, you can choose expended spell slots to recover - up to a combined level of 2, and none of the slots can be 6th level or higher.Arcane Recovery | The gold and time you must spend to copy an abjuration spell into your spellbook is halved.Divination Savant | When you finish a long rest, roll two d20s and record the numbers rolled. You can replace any attack roll, saving throw, or ability check made by you or a creature that you can see with one of these foretelling rolls. You must choose to do so before the roll, and you can replace a roll in this way only once per turn. Each roll can only be used once.Portent | When you cast a divination spell of 2nd level or higher using a spell slot, you regain one expended spell slot. The slot you regain must be of a level lower than the spell you cast and can’t be higher than 5th level.Expert Divination | Quick to notice details of your environment, you gain the following benefits: Increase your Intelligence or Wisdom score by 1, to a maximum of 20. If you can see a creature’s mouth while it is speaking a language you understand, you can interpret what it’s saying by reading its lips. You have a +5 bonus to your passive Wisdom (Perception) and passive Intelligence (Investigation) scores.Feat Observant | When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.Feature Researcher Special Equipment: Weight: 5lb. Cost: -- This backpack has a central pouch and two side pouches, each of which is an extradimensional space. Each side pouch can hold up to 20 pounds of material, not exceeding a volume of 2 cubic feet. The large central pouch can hold up to 8 cubic feet or 80 pounds of material. The backpack always weighs 5 pounds, regardless of its contents. Placing an object in the haversack follows the normal rules for interacting with objects. Retrieving an item from the haversack requires you to use an action. When you reach into the haversack for a specific item, the item is always magically on top. The haversack has a few limitations. If it is overloaded, or if a sharp object pierces it or tears it, the haversack ruptures and is destroyed. If the haversack is destroyed, its contents are lost forever, although an artifact always turns up again somewhere. If the haversack is turned inside out, its contents spill forth, unharmed, and the haversack must be put right before it can be used again. If a breathing creature is placed within the haversack, the creature can survive for up to 10 minutes, after which time it begins to suffocate. Placing the haversack inside an extradimensional space created by a bag of holding, portable hole, or similar item instantly destroys both items and opens a gate to the Astral Plane. The gate originates where the one item was placed inside the other. Any creature within 10 feet of the gate is sucked through it and deposited in a random location on the Astral Plane. The gate then closes. The gate is one-way only and can't be reopened.Hewards Handy Haversack | You gain a +1 bonus to AC and saving throws while you wear this cloak.Cloak of Protection | While wearing this necklace, you can breathe normally in any environment, and you have advantage on saving throws made against harmful gases and vapors (such as cloudkill and stinking cloud effects, inhaled poisons, and the breath weapons of some dragons).Necklace of Adaption Spells (+8, DC16) Cantrips: Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 120ft. Components: V, S Duration: 1 round Source: PHB, pg. 221 You create a ghostly, skeletal hand in the space of a creature within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the creature to assail it with the chill of the grave. On a hit, the target takes 1d8 necrotic damage, and it can't regain hit points until the start of your next turn. Until then, the hand clings to the target. If you hit an undead target, it also has disadvantage on attack rolls against you until the end of your next turn. This spell's damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).Chill Touch | Casting Time: 1 action; Range: 120 feet; Components: V, S; Duration: Instantaneous; You hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 1d10 fire damage. A flammable object hit by this spell ignites if it isn't being worn or carried. This spell's damage increases by 1d10 when you reach 5th level (2d10), 11th level (3d10), and 17th level (4d10).Fire Bolt | Casting Time: 1 action; Range: 30 feet; Components: V, S; Duration: 1 minute; A spectral, floating hand appears at a point you choose within range. The hand lasts for the duration or until you dismiss it as an action. The hand vanishes if it is ever more than 30 feet away from you or if you cast this spell again. You can use your action to control the hand. You can use the hand to manipulate an object, open an unlocked door or container, stow or retrieve an item from an open container, or pour the contents out of a vial. You can move the hand up to 30 feet each time you use it. The hand can't attack, activate magic items, or carry more than 10 pounds.Mage hand | Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 10ft. Components: V, S Duration: 1 hour Source: PHB, pg. 267 This spell is a minor magical trick that novice spellcasters use for practice. You create one of the following magical effects within range: You create an instantaneous, harmless sensory effect, such as a shower of sparks, a puff of wind, faint musical notes, or an odd odor. You instantaneously light or snuff out a candle, a torch, or a small campfire. You instantaneously clean or soil an object no larger than 1 cubic foot. You chill, warm, or flavor up to 1 cubic foot of nonliving material for 1 hour. You make a color, a small mark, or a symbol appear on an object or a surface for 1 hour. You create a nonmagical trinket or an illusory image that can fit in your hand and that lasts until the end of your next turn. If you cast this spell multiple times, you can have up to three of its non-instantaneous effects active at a time, and you can dismiss such an effect as an action.Prestidigitation Level 1 (4/4) 11 minutes Range/Area: 30ft. Components: V, S, M(a tiny bell and a piece of fine silver wire) Duration: 8 hours Source: PHB, pg. 211 You set an alarm against unwanted intrusion. Choose a door, a window, or an area within range that is no larger than a 20-foot cube. Until the spell ends, an alarm alerts you whenever a Tiny or larger creature touches or enters the warded area. When you cast the spell, you can designate creatures that won't set off the alarm. You also choose whether the alarm is mental or audible. A mental alarm alerts you with a ping in your mind if you are within 1 mile of the warded area. This ping awakens you if you are sleeping. An audible alarm produces the sound of a hand bell for 10 seconds within 60 feet.Alarm (R) | Casting Time: action + 10 minutes Range/Area: Self Components: V, S, M(a pinch of soot and salt) Duration: 1 hour Source: PHB, pg. 224 For the duration, you understand the literal meaning of any spoken language that you hear. You also understand any written language that you see, but you must be touching the surface on which the words are written. It takes about 1 minute to read one page of text. This spell doesn't decode secret messages in a text or a glyph, such as an arcane sigil, that isn't part of a written language.Comprehend Languages (R) | Casting Time: 1 action + 10 minutes Range/Area: Self/30ft. Components: V, S Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes Source: PHB, pg. 231 For the duration, you sense the presence of magic within 30 feet of you. If you sense magic in this way, you can use your action to see a faint aura around any visible creature or object in the area that bears magic, and you learn its school of magic, if any. The spell can penetrate most barriers, but it is blocked by 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt.Detect Magic (R) | Casting Time: 1 hour; Range: 10 feet; Components: V, S, M (10 gp worth of charcoal, incense, and herbs that must be consumed by fire in a brass brazier); Duration: Instantaneous; You gain the service of a familiar, a spirit that takes an animal form you choose: bat, cat, crab, frog (toad), hawk, lizard, octopus, owl, poisonous snake, fish (quipper), rat, raven, sea horse, spider, or weasel. Appearing in an unoccupied space within range, the familiar has the statistics of the chosen form, though it is a celestial, fey, or fiend (your choice) instead of a beast. Your familiar acts independently of you, but it always obeys your commands. In combat, it rolls its own initiative and acts on its own turn. A familiar can't attack, but it can take other actions as normal. When the familiar drops to 0 hit points, it disappears, leaving behind no physical form. It reappears after you cast this spell again. While your familiar is within 100 feet of you, you can communicate with it telepathically. Additionally, as an action, you can see through your familiar's eyes and hear what it hears until the start of your next turn, gaining the benefits of any special senses that the familiar has. During this time, you are deaf and blind with regard to your own senses. As an action, you can temporarily dismiss your familiar. It disappears into a pocket dimension where it awaits your summons. Alternatively, you can dismiss it forever. As an action while it is temporarily dismissed, you can cause it to reappear in any unoccupied space within 30 feet of you. You can't have more than one familiar at a time. If you cast this spell while you already have a familiar, you instead cause it to adopt a new form. Choose one of the forms from the above list. Your familiar transforms into the chosen creature. Finally, when you cast a spell with a range of touch, your familiar can deliver the spell as if it had cast the spell. Your familiar must be within 100 feet of you, and it must use its reaction to deliver the spell when you cast it. If the spell requires an attack roll, you use your attack modifier for the roll.Find Familiar | Casting Time: 11 minutes Range/Area: Touch Components: V, S, M(a pearl worth at least 100 gp and an owl feather) Duration: Instantaneous Source: PHB, pg. 252 You choose one object that you must touch throughout the casting of the spell. If it is a magic item or some other magic-imbued object, you learn its properties and how to use them, whether it requires attunement to use, and how many charges it has, if any. You learn whether any spells are affecting the item and what they are. If the item was created by a spell, you learn which spell created it. If you instead touch a creature throughout the casting, you learn what spells, if any, are currently affecting it.Identify | Casting Time: 1 action; Range: Touch; Components: V, S, M (a piece of cured leather); Duration: 8 hours; You touch a willing creature who isn't wearing armor, and a protective magical force surrounds it until the spell ends. The target's base AC becomes 13 + its Dexterity modifier. The spell ends if the target dons armor or if you dismiss the spell as an action.Mage Armor (P) (P) | Casting Time: 1 action; Range: Touch; Components: V, S, M (holy water or powdered silver and iron, which the spell consumes); Duration: Concentration up to 10 minutes; Until the spell ends, one willing creature you touch is protected against certain types of creatures: aberrations, celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. The protection grants several benefits. Creatures of those types have disadvantage on attack rolls against the target. The target also can't be charmed, frightened, or possessed by them. If the target is already charmed, frightened, or possessed by such a creature, the target has advantage on any new saving throw against the relevant effect.Protection from Evil/Good (P) | Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 30ft. Components: V, S, M(tiny tarts and a feather that is waved in the air) Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute Attack/Save: WIS 16 Source: PHB, pg. 280 A creature of your choice that you can see within range perceives everything as hilariously funny and falls into fits of laughter if this spell affects it. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or fall prone, becoming incapacitated and unable to stand up for the duration. A creature with an Intelligence score of 4 or less isn’t affected. At the end of each of its turns, and each time it takes damage, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. The target has advantage on the saving throw if it's triggered by damage. On a success, the spell ends.Tasha's Hideous Laughter (P) (P) | Casting Time: 1 action + 10 minutes Range/Area: 60ft. Components: V, S, M(a bit of string and of wood) Duration: 1 hour Source: PHB, pg. 284 This spell creates an invisible, mindless, shapeless, Medium force that performs simple tasks at your command until the spell ends. The servant springs into existence in an unoccupied space on the ground within range. It has AC 10, 1 hit point, and a Strength of 2, and it can't attack. If it drops to 0 hit points, the spell ends. Once on each of your turns as a bonus action, you can mentally command the servant to move up to 15 feet and interact with an object. The servant can perform simple tasks that a human servant could do, such as fetching things, cleaning, mending, folding clothes, lighting fires, serving food, and pouring wine. Once you give the command, the servant performs the task to the best of its ability until it completes the task, then waits for your next command. If you command the servant to perform a task that would move it more than 60 feet away from you, the spell ends.Unseen Servant Level 2 (3/3) Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 60ft./15ft. Components: V, M(bat fur and a drop of pitch or piece of coal) Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes Source: PHB, pg. 230 Magical darkness spreads from a point you choose within range to fill a 15-foot-radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. A creature with darkvision can't see through this darkness, and nonmagical light can't illuminate it. If the point you choose is on an object you are holding or one that isn't being worn or carried, the darkness emanates from the object and moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a helm, blocks the darkness. If any of this spell's area overlaps with an area of light created by a spell of 2nd level or lower, the spell that created the light is dispelled.Darkness (P) (P) | Casting Time: 11 minutes Range/Area: 30ft. Components: V, S, M(a small bit of honeycomb and jade dust worth at least 10 gp, which the spell consumes) Duration: Until dispelled Source: PHB, pg. 257 You implant a message within an object in range, a message that is uttered when a trigger condition is met. Choose an object that you can see and that isn't being worn or carried by another creature. Then speak the message, which must be 25 words or less, though it can be delivered over as long as 10 minutes. Finally, determine the circumstance that will trigger the spell to deliver your message. When that circumstance occurs, a magical mouth appears on the object and recites the message in your voice and at the same volume you spoke. If the object you chose has a mouth or something that looks like a mouth (for example, the mouth of a statue), the magical mouth appears there so that the words appear to come from the object's mouth. When you cast this spell, you can have the spell end after it delivers its message, or it can remain and repeat its message whenever the trigger occurs. The triggering circumstance can be as general or as detailed as you like, though it must be based on visual or audible conditions that occur within 30 feet of the object. For example, you could instruct the mouth to speak when any creature moves within 30 feet of the object or when a silver bell rings within 30 feet of it.Magic Mouth (R) | Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: Self Components: V, S Duration: 1 minute Source: PHB, pg. 260 Three illusory duplicates of yourself appear in your space. Until the spell ends, the duplicates move with you and mimic your actions, shifting position so it's impossible to track which image is real. You can use your action to dismiss the illusory duplicates. Each time a creature targets you with an attack during the spell's duration, roll a d20 to determine whether the attack instead targets one of your duplicates. If you have three duplicates, you must roll a 6 or higher to change the attack's target to a duplicate. With two duplicates, you must roll an 8 or higher. With one duplicate, you must roll an 11 or higher. A duplicate's AC equals 10 + your Dexterity modifier. If an attack hits a duplicate, the duplicate is destroyed. A duplicate can be destroyed only by an attack that hits it. It ignores all other damage and effects. The spell ends when all three duplicates are destroyed. A creature is unaffected by this spell if it can't see, if it relies on senses other than sight, such as blindsight, or if it can perceive illusions as false, as with truesight.Mirror Image (P) (P)| Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 60ft./10ft. Components: V, S, M(a chip of mica) Duration: Instantaneous Attack/Save: CON 16 Source: PHB, pg. 275 A sudden loud ringing noise, painfully intense, erupts from a point of your choice within range. Each creature in a 10-foot-radius sphere centered on that point must make a Constitution saving throw. A creature takes 3d8 thunder damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. A creature made of inorganic material such as stone, crystal, or metal has disadvantage on this saving throw. A nonmagical object that isn't being worn or carried also takes the damage if it's in the spell's area. At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 2nd.Shatter (P) Level 3 (3/3) Casting Time: 1 reaction, which you take when you see a creature within 60 feet of you casting a spell Range/Area: 60ft. Components: S Duration: Instantaneous Source: PHB, pg. 228 You attempt to interrupt a creature in the process of casting a spell. If the creature is casting a spell of 3rd level or lower, its spell fails and has no effect. If it is casting a spell of 4th level or higher, make an ability check using your spellcasting ability. The DC equals 10 + the spell's level. On a success, the creature's spell fails and has no effect. At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 4th level or higher, the interrupted spell has no effect if its level is less than or equal to the level of the spell slot you used.Counterspell (P) (P) | Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 120ft. Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous Source: PHB, pg. 234 Choose one creature, object, or magical effect within range. Any spell of 3rd level or lower on the target ends. For each spell of 4th level or higher on the target, make an ability check using your spellcasting ability. The DC equals 10 + the spell's level. On a successful check, the spell ends. At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 4th level or higher, you automatically end the effects of a spell on the target if the spell's level is equal to or less than the level of the spell slot you used.Dispel Magic (P) | Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: 120ft. Components: V, S Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute Attack/Save: INT 16 Source: XGtE, pg. 155 You reach into the mind of one creature you can see and force it to make an Intelligence saving throw. A creature automatically succeeds if it is immune to being frightened. On a failed save, the target loses the ability to distinguish friend from foe, regarding all creatures it can see as enemies until the spell ends. Each time the target takes damage, it can repeat the saving throw, ending the effect on itself on a success. Whenever the affected creature chooses another creature as a target, it must choose the target at random from among the creatures it can see within range of the attack, spell, or other ability it’s using. If an enemy provokes an opportunity attack from the affected creature, the creature must make that attack if it is able to.Enemies Abound (P) (P)| Casting Time: 1 action Range/Area: Touch Components: V, S, M(a bit of gauze and a wisp of smoke) Duration: Concentration, up to 1 hour Source: PHB, pg. 244 You transform a willing creature you touch, along with everything it's wearing and carrying, into a misty cloud for the duration. The spell ends if the creature drops to 0 hit points. An incorporeal creature isn't affected. While in this form, the target's only method of movement is a flying speed of 10 feet. The target can enter and occupy the space of another creature. The target has resistance to nonmagical damage, and it has advantage on Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution saving throws. The target can pass through small holes, narrow openings, and even mere cracks, though it treats liquids as though they were solid surfaces. The target can't fall and remains hovering in the air even when stunned or otherwise incapacitated. While in the form of a misty cloud, the target can't talk or manipulate objects, and any objects it was carrying or holding can't be dropped, used, or otherwise interacted with. The target can't attack or cast spells.Gaseous Form (P) | Casting Time: 1 minute Range/Area: Self/10ft. Components: V, S, M(a small crystal bead) Duration: 8 hours Source: PHB, pg. 255 A 10-foot-radius immobile dome of force springs into existence around and above you and remains stationary for the duration. The spell ends if you leave its area. Nine creatures of Medium size or smaller can fit inside the dome with you. The spell fails if its area includes a larger creature or more than nine creatures. Creatures and objects within the dome when you cast this spell can move through it freely. All other creatures and objects are barred from passing through it. Spells and other magical effects can’t extend through the dome or be cast through it. The atmosphere inside the space is comfortable and dry, regardless of the weather outside. Until the spell ends, you can command the interior to become dimly lit or dark. The dome is opaque from the outside, of any color you choose, but it is transparent from the inside.Leomund's Tiny Hut (R) | Casting Time: 1 action + 10 minutes Range/Area: 30ft. Components: V, S, M(a short reed or piece of straw) Duration: 24 hours Source: PHB, pg. 287 This spell grants up to ten willing creatures you can see within range the ability to breathe underwater until the spell ends. Affected creatures also retain their normal mode of respiration.Water Breathing (R)