[Game Thread] Chapter 8: Hang and Haul Together, Away-i-oh

[ptwiddle]

Fela, fighting her conscience and an intrusive mental image. Oh, and a Mindflayer. It's all a little off-putting: arranging an honourless ambush through straight-up lies. Making a game out of it with money on the line. Fela tries to fight through it, act hard, with her light-hearted squid comment toward Tempest, but is not ready for Tempest to escalate back with the hat story. She blanches slightly and turns away, looking out to the island, lest the drow see. But how much do they understand human body language anyway? It's for the best, she repeats to herself. A mindflayer -- she shouldn't leave it living. They need to stop Cinderrabbit and the Eye and Falco is a powerful ally and his ship is fast and will prove useful and ... and it feels weird to be thinking about Falco and his ship this way, as means to an end. Falco's a dear friend. Losing his ship, his captain, had been horrible, traumatic. She's not helping him take it back so he'll be useful toward some greater good, she's helping a loved one get vengeance, regain what belongs to them. Fela sees Squiggles and Jivens approaching, and when she turns and nods at Falco and Tempest her face is cold and hard and business. For real this time, no acting. She replies to the call to get off the ship with "Yeah, ghosts are all clear -- she's all yours" and starts straight down the gangplank to the dock. Halfway down the pier, still alone, she looks up at the dock with an "Aren't you co--" but blasts of light are streaking toward Squiggles already and then so is Fela, drawing her blade as she sprints the last bit of dock. It's not quite natural, bringing her blade in. The head and tentacles are so large, such soft looking targets, that she wants to strike at them, and has to force herself to stay low, blade aiming at the body. Not only that, but after Tempest's story the head looks...off. She can't help seeing it as a squid helmet, but then any movement of the eyes and tentacles are disconcerting -- sticking your head up a live squid? "Saliber help me..." she breathes the last step, asking for forgiveness, for focus, but feels her blade light and heat up as she hacks once, twice into chest and hip, but all the distractions have thrown her a bit, she's slower than she wanted, and tenses as more blasts of light from the ship crash into Squiggles. Is he going down already, or is a counter-attack coming? [/say]

Actions, etc. Dice here Beefed the initative roll, so just have surprise attack. Movement: Per "not in combat yet", Fela was on way down deck when attacks started, moved last 30' to get in range. Action: Attack twice, hitting each, using a level 1 smite on first. 21 damage total, 27 magical slashing, 4 radiant. Reaction: Attack of opportunity if Squiggles runs.   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 43/52 AC:In Chain Mail, with/without Shield16 or 18 Spells: Fey-Touched: Charm: 1/Per Long Rest1 | Misty Step: 0/Per Long Rest1 Level 1: 0/4 Prepared: Alarm, Bless, Charm Person, Command, Compelled Duel, Detect Magic, Divine Favor Level 2: 1/2 Prepared: Locate Object, Misty Step, Moonbeam, Prayer of Healing, See Invisibility, Zone of Truth Lay on Hands: 2/Per Long Rest30 As an action, you can detect good and evil. Until the end of your next turn, you can sense anything affected by the hallow spell or know the location of any celestial, fiend, undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.Divine Sense: 1/Per Long Rest5 Channel Divinity: 1/Per Short Rest1 You can use your Channel Divinity to invest your presence with the warding power of your faith. As an action, you can choose a number of creatures you can see within 30 feet of you, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of one creature). For 1 minute, you and the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.Watcher’s Will You can use your Channel Divinity to castigate unworldly beings. As an action, you present your holy symbol and each aberration, celestial, elemental, fey, or fiend within 30 feet of you that can hear you must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is turned for 1 minute or until it takes damage. A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly end its move in a space within 30 feet of you. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can take the Dodge action.Abjure the Extraplanar You can expend a use of your Channel Divinity to fuel your spells. As a bonus action, you touch your holy symbol, utter a prayer, and regain one expended spell slot, the level of which can be no higher than half your proficiency bonus (rounded up). The number of times you can use this feature is based on the level you’ve reached in this class: 3rd level, once; 7th level, twice; and 15th level, thrice. You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.Harness Divine Power Attuned: Shield of Missile Attraction DM Inspiration: Vorn is a horse-girlYES Heal Potions: None Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, +1 Springer Sword Pearl's calling card, Make a ranged attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 poison damage and must make a DC14 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it is also poisoned. It can repeat the save at the end of each of its turns.Dragon gas bomb, Turtle Distractimal Ricardt, the Retainer: HP: 12/12 AC: 10 Hide+10 Maude, the Marsh Tacky: HP: 13/13 DC 16 Animal Handling check, once per dayLoyalty checks (here)1/3

[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock A hidden little inn with barley soup and small beers? Run by an erinyes and a spiny devil? Sure. Where the mice have names and tiny neckerchiefs and their own plates and cups and Sassafras leans on their table casually just checking in on all their pinkies if they're young or ailments if they're old. In the loft there will be bird perches with little seed troughs and bowls to bath in and Harlan leads a little chirpy choir in drinking songs and if he's been into the fermented fruit he'll coo out a ballad, and -- "You're off your pumpkin," says Bingle, but less harshly than she had plannned. "That's a good plan though -- about becoming a warlock later I mean. Not the inn. That's crazy. But later when we need to sell your soul we'll still have it, if we hold onto it now. This warlock contract will be a valuable bait if we find someone worthy of tasting it." She walks tense through the village, sorting out her thoughts. Can they get out of the hells, once they're dead? When they're dead and devils of some sort, will they be able to disguise themselves, as they now can? When she sees the dragon temple she knows -- this is it. Why set up a competition with something that's already giving these poor people some kind of solace, when she could just wlatz in and make it better? She hands the icon to Banx and tells him "When I point at you, I want you to give me a beat, if you think you can keep the tempo under control. Can you? Okay. Okay!" They walk into the dragon temple. She introduces herself and Banx to the adventurer politely, and greets Upvai respectfully. "No," she answers him. "The fighting is not over. But soon it will be. Don't worry. Our strong allies out there are handling all the unpleasantness, while my associate and I came to pay our respects to your god, and get to know your village a little better. Won't you join me in prayer?" She bows politely to the adventurer, kneels down beside the guy who's kneeling, and spends a few moments in silence. "Oh great dragon," she says. "From the pits of hell I greet you. From the exalted throne of Glasya, Princess of the Night, I greet you. And although I am a warlock of her maleficent majesty, I come to kneel here, shoulder to shoulder, with your worshippers. All hail to your scales, all hail to her wails. All glitter to your gills, all bitter to her chills. And so forth." She looks at the guy next to her, and to Upvai. If either of them want to pray or anything, she'll fold her hands behind her back and absolutely listen. But then, "Upvai, I'm going to be totally honest with you. You guys need water, real bad. Would it be... would I be overstepping my place to suggest that perhaps we could help you? I don't want to offend. But if I had it in my power to ease your suffering, I would consider it an honor to give you a gift. Not from me of course, but from The Darkness herself, Glasya. My queen. She has no problem braiding her magnitude with the strength of other gods. She would not be offended in the least if I were to... make an improvement? Banx, will you hold up the icon of herself?" Bingle bows to the icon politely (beautiful Glasya!), nods to the dragon politely (sure!), gives a thumbs up to the adventurer (maybe she's a bard!), pats the kneeling drow on the shoulder (poor fella), and goes for finger guns on Upvai (MY WARLOCK). Yes, this is going to be her warlock. Most certainly. Most definitel. Then she says "Weellllll....." and points to Banx to start the beat. While she does the "theater" as the portrait suggested, she moves about the room giving hand signs and alternately glowering darkly and smiling. "In the dark pits of Malbolge, down under the rot, Down under the shmutzes that heaven forgot Down past the ooze and the goop that's torrential The water runs clear as a male drow's potential A secret spring The dragon's tears Can wash away A drow's worst fears Clear as a bell, that signals the end Of the whip, and the tirades, the daggers that rend, Clear as it heralds a brand new friend A devil who cares, who can love, who can mend. A secret spring This devil's nice This island turns to paradise Praise to the dragon, who cleanses your grief, Praise the devil, who brings you relief Praise to the water that washes you clean With love from Glasya, your savior, your queen!" She points at the dragon's mouth just hoping, praying, depending on her faith in the cold clear water that will come spraying out in a dramatic fountain.

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action: Hoping the fountain will flow for a little while and then stop. Next objective will be to explain that the fountain will work for worshippers of Glasya, and offer Upvai the warlockship. Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 28/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:1/4 Pact 0/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:1/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Animate Dead 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 461 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 1 Oil of Slipperiness Vorn's Cigarette Case Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[Fillyjonk]

MINDFLAYERRRRRR Tempest, you are a Siren, smoking. It is about taste, for you, not the resultant mild euphoria, because you don't inhale. What a strange hot dry land concoction! Lungs are for filling with seawater to make you neutrally buoyant. Or when you have legs, you can empty them of water and shut your wonderful gills and use them with less efficiency to process air. You wait for the captain of this ship. His spine seems straighter, his bright eyes brighter. As soon as his Golden bolt streaks toward the Squid-head, hitting it square in the tum, yours follows. You are so careful about the head, however, that your bolt lands between his glowing knees, damaging nothing but robe. Your second bolt fares much better, and you have the satisfaction of seeing light such as is seldom seen these parts positively roast him---but not the head. It stays pristine. Falco, you tell the Aud to avert her eyes, and those referenced orbs shine darker, redder. She crouches, not at all inclined to look away. In fact, as soon as your first bolt is launched, she is running for the railing, laughing and avid, leaning over with her bottom lip caught lightly between her teeth, to watch. On the other ship, Lady Drada is just as interested, and as you and Tempest's three well-aimed blasts illuminate him, she claps and shows teeth. You answer with showmanship -- a clever tossed off line, a rakish bow - and Drada and her crew (now finished subduing Javin by unknown means) applaud. She lifts a glass full of a pale green liquid high to you and Tempest, showing teeth. Ah the Blade approaches, The Aud narrates, her eyes on Fela. Now we'll see some blood. Fela, that drow thinks he has traction with that saunter? You show him how real authority moves --- swift and decisive and un-showy -- right off the gang plank. You move to the Mind FLayer as the attacks from the deck begin. You should have known it would be near impossible to peel Falco's big square hairy bare feet off that deck now that he has them planted on what is his home again. Falco's glow fades, but your sword strikes true anyway. This is what SMITE is for, to bite deep into the withered flesh of ancient evil, flesh that has long been grossly nourished by the brains of thinking, feeling people. This is Paladin stuff---no matter the disparate, suspect motives or the murky methods, a dead Mind Flayer is a boon. And this? Is a dead Mind Flayer. Your sword bites deep, deep, deep into the foul strange organs, and he folds around your blow, crumples, and collapses onto the deck. The beady orange eyes glare up at you, but there is no malevolent life left in them. Party, the drow on the other boat cheer. Oh, good show, The Aud says. She has her plat in strange rolling papers, like thick cigars, 50 per roll. She takes seven from her purse and sets them on a nearby crate. She tips her big hat to you, then steps nimbly over the dead Cloaker and peers down gangplank at the corpse, her mind on decapitation. Shall I do the honors? Want to search him first? Gingerly. With all due respect to that damn fine pristine head. OOC NICE WORK! You BARELY GOT HIM, he had 71 HP and you did 72 damamge. I did the nmath wrong and REEALLY thought he was still alive so YAY!!!!! GOOD ON YOU! His next move was to plane shift TF out of there, so this was really your only shot at him. GREAT TEAMWORK. The corpses are limited to CLAOKER, MINDFLAYER, and CUBE DETRITUS as I believe everyone else went into the drink. You can each pick one and give me an investigation roll, or, Plaid, if you prefer, Tempest can forgo a land body and go into the sea to check for bodies that didn't wash away or any CUBE treasure that spilled off the deck when he un-coagulated.

TEMPLE Bingle, you are almost to the dragon temple when Banx says, VERY VERY FAST, Yeah, I can make a beat go, and then I can take this idol and ---Hey that's a possum! Hmf. Claims he understands the cosmos but can't notice Malbock being RIGHT THERE for ten straight minutes? You head in and do all manner of politeness, but when you drop down by the kneeling, worshipful drow, you notice a weirdness; he is not pointed directly at the stone face of his god. His knees are canted toward Lilladreki. She sits on the platform, swinging her feet. Not oblivious to this. Not at all. When you pray, "Oh great dragon," the drow's eyes open, and widen, and look to her. She lifts a hand, barely, off her leg, tilts it to show him her palm and waves it back and forth, twice, a casual, calming gesture of---negation? Yes. Now her eyes are on you. Interested. Yes. Amused? Maybe. But chill. Her armor is leather, exquisitely crafted but well worn. Her backpack is minimal and appears to hold nearly nothing. You don't need to cast detect to know that her gear is mostly not mundane, and the rapier and the two daggers she wears on her hips and thigh are all made very differently--designs and metals that are foreign to you and to each other. Water... Upvai says. His dry throat clicks in an involuntary swallow. He, too, looks to Lilladreki, who quirks one shoulder in a Whatever, dude twitch. He starts to speak, to her, and again her head tilts like: Zip it. He zips it. Looks to you.Yesssss? Yes? Yessss we --- want -- we--- His gaze is mostly fixed on your face, but he can't help but shoot little careful glances to her. When she stays chill, he says, loud and sure. Yes. We need water. Badly. Banx drops a beat, smokey and insistent, augmented by big stamping of his evil black steel-toed boots, and if Lilladreki snorks delicately when you rap out, A devil who cares, and if Banx misses a beat when you say, This devil's nice, it is not disruptive enough to harsh your flow. The two drow look from you to the statue to Lilladreki to the icon, putting their slight weight onto this foot, then that one, like nervous bipedal ponies. The kneeling one stands, licking dry lips. You do the Big Finish. STAMP STAMP! PRAY PRAY! RHYME, RHYME! ASK ASK! Banx blows smoke and does jazz hands. Five beats of silence pass. In that time, you feel a dark and tarry tide rise in you. You are made, inside, of flypaper, and all your blood thicks and clumps onto the underside of your skin. Your mouth yawps open and a stream of papery dark bees fly out, in a stream, a torrent, zzzzsssping and buzzing. Hellwasps, Banx says in a shocked whisper. From her Garden of Delights... BOOK LEARNING? NOW? The feet on your tongue are strange, but then gone. You are fine.The stream of wasps forks and the wasps go right into the dragon statue's eyes, disappearing into the stone. Another silence. Four more beats. Another. Another. Annnnnnother. No water comes. Then the dragon statue stands up. All the way up, on its four stone legs, the material screeing in protest. **** ****! Says Lilladreki and hops down and backs away. The stone tail lashes. The stone eyes blaze dark light. It arches its back like a mad cat, and its neck, too. The mouth makes a surprised O and freezes that way, lips forming a kiss but with a hole, like the head is now a funnel. The tail twitches to the side, and freezes there. It stops in this shape, stone again. It looks like a fountain. But no water comes. How do we work it? Upvai says, wildly impressed. What a great question! Banx goes around to the back of it and then calls to you, Hey! This thing has a B-hole.

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tempest, Siren The experience was near-electric to the Siren as Falco guided the way with his glimmering, dangerous light. She soon followed with her own, then Falco, and Tempest once again. With a glance at the Aud's excitement, it occurred to her that they possibly do not have such radiant light down here for their gods have not pulled magic from the sun and sky, or stars and moon. To them, this could be a rare tale of upsiders, the only ones they have seen who were not enslaved. Fela added to the righteous, glorious light show with her blade and striking glow of Saliber. She gave them the blood as a magnificent finale with such confidence and poise. Tempest was impressed with the Paladin and turned her own toothy smile to look from Falco to the Aud with her rolls of platinum. The cheers from the Drow ship were quite a surprise to the Siren, as was Falco's showmanship. With a touch of her right foot behind her in a half-bow-curtsy, she observed the Aud watchfully as she left the ship to take her prize of the squidly head. At least they've gotten 'payment for the geodes' now so they can positively pay Vorn to get out of this dank, heavy-aired underworld. "Falco Guidingstar, I'm going to check the ship and mend anything that may need mending after I search for what that blasted Cube farted out. We have earned clean hats and whatever else slid out of it. I shouldn't be too long." "Fela Markwig Springer, nicely executed! Glory to you and us all!" Tempest had her arms crossed on the railing as she looked over at the docks, Paladin and fallen Squiggles. Her cheer may bring a smile to the otherwise unpleased warrior who still may be in a sour mood towards her."We shall meet tonight after supper and speak of the wind and sun, yes? I can show you my greatest treasure but we will need a few bright lanterns. We will enjoy such things that the light gifts us with, perhaps? I long for the surface, too." The Siren slid her arms off of the railing and hung her shield up on a belaying pin that was knotted with rigging rope. With an upward glance at the tall masts and the false sky, she wondered how in order everything was with sails closed and monsters ruling a ship that was once Falco's home. Tempest stepped carefully with bare feet to the opposite railing and climbed onto it before lowering herself down into the water. There was no graceful dive, or fancy jump. Bodies littered the water so now she had to take care. Once she dropped off of the ship and her beautiful blue tail formed, she pushed herself deeper with a kick of her striped fins and tried to follow the length of the ship to see if the once geode-gorged belly scraped along stones and needed magical repair. Then she would push herself further below, dodging between freshly sunken Duerger and that damned two-headed Ettin, to see if she could find the Cube's innards that flowed out of the ship's scupper and into the Glimmersea. And maybe a pink snail or four that she could put into her cloth collection bag to snack on later.

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 41/45 | AC (15) with Shield (17) Initiative: +1 | Darkvision | Acid Resistance Weapons: +5 to Hit / Damage: 1d6+2 (1 handed or thrown) or 1d8+2 (2 handed)Trident +1 | +4 Attack / 1d4+1 DamageDagger | (3/3)+4 Attack / Damage: 1d6+1 Damage)Javelins Spells: +3 Modifier | Spell Attack +6 | Save DC 14 Level 1 Left: 3/4 | Level 2 Left: 0/3 | Level 3 Left: 2/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Healing Word (2nd lvl) (Fela), Cure Wounds 1st lvl (self), Cure Wounds 3rd lvl (Fela), Guiding Bolt (2nd), Guiding Bolt (2nd) Cantrips: Acid Splash, Mending, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance Divine Tempest Magic: When a creature within 5 ft. that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a DEX saving throw (DC 14 or it takes 2d8 lightning or thunder damage (your choice), half damage on success).Wrath of the Storm: Remaining: 3/3 (per Long Rest) | Channel Divinity, twice per short rest, 2/2 - Destroy Undead or Destructive Wrath. Divine Domain Feature: Thunderbolt Strike - At 6th level, when you deal lightning damage to a Large or smaller creature, you can also push it up to 10 feet away from you. Siren Spells Once Per Long Rest: Create or Destroy Water (used), Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes: Items Obtained   Magic Items Prayer Beads: (1) Wind Walking, (1) Smiting, (0) Cure Wounds (2nd level) or Lesser Restoration, (0) Blessing. Cast Today:Cure Wounds, Bless, Cure Wounds Necklace of the Ithil’mírë (Locket): From Nithe Potions: Polymorph (1) A lab jar of rat organs. A glass container of mushrooms pickled in wine and spices. Three smooth stones. A strange, fancy sling shot Two small ornate bottles of potent mushroom wine. A pewter hinged ring box lined in black velvet holding a selection of loose humanoid teeth A vial of ointment with a handwritten label that says: Mushroom powder and saffron in lard.

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Under the ship, sides of ship along ocean floor. Reaction: Actions: Investigating ocean floor for Cube treasure (6). Perception roll for damage to underside of ship (8). Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Clean off the acidy hats in the sea that the Cube farted out on deck. Other: Passive Perception of 16?

[ptwiddle]

Fela, not believing her eyes Squiggles falls. Fela takes a moment to catch her breath, trying to regain the cool collected look, but the Aud is there quickly, ready to claim her prize, and catches her out a bit. "The, uh, honors are all yours. Search him? Like I was a -- of course." She beds down and rifles through the mindflayer's clothing, looking for she's not sure what, before wiping her blade on them and sheathing it. "Have at him." Tempest calls out about glory, but it's hard for Fela to find honor or glory in any of this -- the surprise attack, looting the body of belongings and the head itself. But she tells herself it was necessary -- mindflayers are evil and whatever he's carrying would go to evil in the hands of the drow. But then she speaks of light, of the surface, and Fela's mood lightens. "Light! Your and Falco's lights were a great help. We should celebrate indeed -- Falco's ship is back, and we'll soon be headed back. How many extra sailors will we need? I'll leave the ship-sorting to you -- there's a drugged up gnome that really needs to sleep..." She finds Bingle and Lilladreki and another drow looking at the dragon statue. "Hey! The ships ours, we just need to crew up and we can get out of here and back to the -- " she pauses, realizing something is off -- they're all looking at the statue a bit too intently. And the pose is odd, like it's whistling -- she just walked by it briefly before but surely she would have noticed that? And then Banx pops up beneath it, surprised about its anatomical correctness. "This is all off." shaking her head. "The statue's moved? Banx is the one on drugs and tired enough to hallucinate without them. Have I just been down here so long I'm going crazy?" [/say]

Actions, etc. Dice Investigation searching Squiggles Corpse: d20 17   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 43/52 AC:In Chain Mail, with/without Shield16 or 18 Spells: Fey-Touched: Charm: 1/Per Long Rest1 | Misty Step: 0/Per Long Rest1 Level 1: 0/4 Prepared: Alarm, Bless, Charm Person, Command, Compelled Duel, Detect Magic, Divine Favor Level 2: 1/2 Prepared: Locate Object, Misty Step, Moonbeam, Prayer of Healing, See Invisibility, Zone of Truth Lay on Hands: 2/Per Long Rest30 As an action, you can detect good and evil. Until the end of your next turn, you can sense anything affected by the hallow spell or know the location of any celestial, fiend, undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.Divine Sense: 1/Per Long Rest5 Channel Divinity: 1/Per Short Rest1 You can use your Channel Divinity to invest your presence with the warding power of your faith. As an action, you can choose a number of creatures you can see within 30 feet of you, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of one creature). For 1 minute, you and the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.Watcher’s Will You can use your Channel Divinity to castigate unworldly beings. As an action, you present your holy symbol and each aberration, celestial, elemental, fey, or fiend within 30 feet of you that can hear you must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is turned for 1 minute or until it takes damage. A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly end its move in a space within 30 feet of you. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can take the Dodge action.Abjure the Extraplanar You can expend a use of your Channel Divinity to fuel your spells. As a bonus action, you touch your holy symbol, utter a prayer, and regain one expended spell slot, the level of which can be no higher than half your proficiency bonus (rounded up). The number of times you can use this feature is based on the level you’ve reached in this class: 3rd level, once; 7th level, twice; and 15th level, thrice. You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.Harness Divine Power Attuned: Shield of Missile Attraction DM Inspiration: Vorn is a horse-girlYES Heal Potions: None Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, +1 Springer Sword Pearl's calling card, Make a ranged attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 poison damage and must make a DC14 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it is also poisoned. It can repeat the save at the end of each of its turns.Dragon gas bomb, Turtle Distractimal Ricardt, the Retainer: HP: 12/12 AC: 10 Hide+10 Maude, the Marsh Tacky: HP: 13/13 DC 16 Animal Handling check, once per dayLoyalty checks (here)1/3

[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock Bingle's mind quietly explodes. Siht. Be cool, be cool, be cool. Upvai knows. The drow worshipper knows. Everyone knows except Bingle and Banx, and now Bingle knows, and Banx is nattering about b-holes. Nobody needs to talk about b-holes or think about b-holes or investigate b-holes right now. Nobody. She steps up to the dragon statue in its new shape and spreads her fingers, releasing somky spraks from her fingertips. She begins to mutter in what might sound a little like infernal: guttural, mad, and tight. Lots of ck sounds. Lots of tch. Into this tirade she drops a bit of gnomish, as deeply swamp-accented and algae-obscured as she can, messaging Banx: The drow is a dargon. She's a dargon. A dargon. Her. A dargon. Be cool, be cool, be cool. At the end of the speech, she releases a scent from the smoke to permeate the room: lavender. She stops. And then says, "Oh dragon. This is your house. We are here at your pleasure, and under your eye." Her eye is on Lilladreki. Polite, polite. She bows in deference. She turns to Upvai and says in a very official tone, "The blessing of my mistress is free for her worshippers. It's already given, and the only price to unlock it is prayer. I will teach you the words and show you the way. But I offer, to you and you only, Upvai, still a higher gift. I must go soon. But if you want to become a warlock like me, and take on the mission of minding this fountain and nurturing Glasya's worshippers in Charwall in my absence, I can offer you magic and power." She drops the formal manner and speaks as she would to any friend. "Listen, Glasya is super cool and her assistant Mr. Perpetu got me out of a really tight spot, and if you sign up as a warlock you can get Prestidigitation to make smoky fingers like I just did, or you can do Eldritch Blast which is a kind of scarily powerful weapon or you can get Message to secretly talk to people, and if anyone hits you, one of Glasya's representatives will appear and basically tear their heads off with insults, and when I did my contract, I negotiated for getting the ability to disguise myself whenever I want, I don't even look like this, I look like this!" She reverts to her actual gnomish appearance. Sweater. Too-big hat. She smiles. "See?" At this juncture Fela enters the temple. "Fela, this is Upvai, and he is considering joining up as a warlock of Glasya so that this town can get stronger. And this is Lilladreki, a most --- hopefully, I hope a friend. Lilladreki, this is Fela, a paladin of Saliber. She and I, a paladin of Saliber and a warlock of Glasya, are allies, and we fight bullies and make things right for people. We rescued some mermaids and pretty soon we're going after another stolen ship, and then we're going to take down a complete D-bag pirate and his necromancer boss who is turning everything rotten and attacking lizardfolk who just want to worship dragons by the way, and we are going to work together to take him out. Her and me and Falco of the Emerald Enclave and Tempest of the church of Aerdrie Faerenya." She turns to Lilladreki. "Ma'am, I'm sure you have your own stuff going on, and I respect that and I don't want to waste your time. I don't know exactly how we can help you beyond amping up your statue and helping out your worshippers, but I want to be your friend. We want to be your friends." She takes a deep breath in and then out. Stupid, stupid! No artifice, no cleverness! Some warlock! Some diplomat! A kid in a play burrow could do better than that! Learn faster, do better! Almost crying, nostrils flared and lips quivering, she stands up very straight and says, "And now Banx, with the dragon's permission, please hang the idol over the statue, and I will teach the prayer to activate the water." When the idol is hung, she will say: "Praise to the dragon, who cleanses my grief, Praise to the devil, who brings me relief" And watch the water flow.

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action: Prestidigitate smoky sparks from her fingers and then lavender scent. Hang the idol. Say the prayer for water. Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 28/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:1/4 Pact 0/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:1/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Animate Dead 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 461 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 1 Oil of Slipperiness Vorn's Cigarette Case Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[AnotherDragoon]

A satisfyin' resolution Beamin' from havin' finished up with any potential complications in th' way o' his ship, Falco doffed his tricorn an' waved it jubilantly at the glass raisin' Drow noble. Gettin' paid t' clam th' Dusk Maiden were an unexpected boon an' them stacks o' coin rolls would be a big step in gettin' her back up t' her full glory. Truly, she were wasted down here in th' deep black dark huntin' rocks. All that were left was cleanin' up an' sailin' back t' Vorn before they could see th' sky again. Th' Aud an' Fela were takin' care o' Squiggles, Bingle were still out with Banx, an' Tempest were checkin' the hull so Falco made his way t' th' dead cloaker. First, he knelt down next t' th'crumpled body an' said, "Well captain, looks like all yer paranoia weren't unfounded." Then he took th' cloaker's hat an' compared it t' his own. He rather liked th' tricorn but maybe this one could be cleaned up. Falco brought the hat up close an' lightly sniffed of it before scrunching up his nose an' recoilin' from th' thing. He set it aside before gettin' t' work Investigation: 14pattin' th' former cap'n down an' turnin' out 'is pockets. He seemed like th' sort t' keep things he coveted close. After that, Falco will examine th' big lights on the prow t' see how they work an' if'n it'd be worth keepin' 'em. Might be useful in th' fog or fer intimidation purposes. He moved around th' ship checking fer other modifications th' last crew may have made an' found a mop t' start washin' th' evidence o' th' monstrous crew from th' Dusk Maiden. Swabbin' th' deck never felt so good.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3   Here   Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Searching Cloaker - Investigation: 14 Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Woex2, Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 41/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [X][ ][ ] Level 3: [X][ ][ ] Wild Shape: [X][X] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 2d4+2 HPPotion of Healing, 4 Potions of Alter Self (8 hours) Carrying for party: A simple wooden band that appears to be entwined by evergreen ivy vines. The top is decorated with a small rose petal, which remains bloomed and perfect until the ring's effect is used. The petal may be expended to heal a target the wearer can touch by 2d4+2 hit points. Once used, the rose petal wilts and falls off the ring, but each day at dawn the petal blooms and can be used again. It doesn’t require attunement.Band of the Dryad ; One letter stamped with a stargazing rabbit; one paper with signal notes; 1,223 gold, 30 silver, and 6 copper; a Hag's purse, a red velvet rat-pouch; 1 chairfart; Pipe of Rememberence, House's Whistle, 1 green diamond worth about 300 gold, 1 red feather pendant, 1 temporary red feather tattoo (3 days), 1 Dragon Gas Bomb, Kreb's keyring, a small wooden box with a portable hole, a letter, a pair of Dimensional Shackles, 1 Good for use in town or swamp, single use on a monster or NPC targeted creature will follow the Distractimal away in the direction you specify for d6 rounds. This effect is broken if the creature is harmed by the party. Multiple creatures in a room may be targeted and will spend 1 round gathered around it questioning, allowing you to sneak past a doorway or cavern entrance with no stealth roll.Beetle Distractimal   Recipes known (Herbalism): Potion Ingredient When you expend hit dice to recover hit points while using this salve, you recover an additional 3 hit points for each hit die expended. This effect lasts for 1 hour after applied.Soothing Salve Sourgrass You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion. The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Potion of Healing Red Amanita Mushroom A creature that drinks this vial of liquid gains advantage on saving throws against poison for 1 hour. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Antitoxin Rowan Berries   Ingredients carried: 2 Red Amanita Mushrooms Herbalist advantage on the following checks: * Your knowledge of nature and uses of herbs can add insight to your magical studies that deal with plant creatures and your attempts to identify potions.Arcana * When you inspect an area overgrown with plants, your proficiency bonus can help you pick out details and clues that others might miss.Investigation * Your mastery of herbalism improves your ability to treat illnesses and wounds by augmenting your methods of care with medicinal plants.Medicine * You can identify most plants with a quick inspection of their appearance, smell, and their surrounding environment.Nature and Survival

[Fillyjonk]

DOCKS Fela, you find a velvet money pouch on good old Squiggles, but the only thing in it is a very pretty and delicate figurine. A dragonfly, gold, with a pretty pale pink tail. It is oddly sweet and fancy for a Mind Flayer. It is on a stand, but it can be taken off. He also has leather gloves with intricate tooled embossments in gold that were hidden by the sleeves of his long dirty robe. You talk to Tempest and set out on a drugged-gnome hunt. Tempest, on the deck, the hats that were inside the cube are eroded and holey, but there is a midnight blue fedora in quite decent condition. You bid the Aud farewell, and she doffs her hat and makes for you a sweeping bow in answer to your curtsey. She steps in close and says, in Elvish. You speak person, right? She sees your understanding and nods. I knew it. And I know you caught wise when I said I paid already. Not sure why you let me rip off your allies, but--if you ever have business in Ust Natha or Menzoberranzan, wear this. It means you're under the protection of House Despana, and no one will **** with you. Unless, you know, you **** with 'em first. Don't. Not under our sigil. She passes you a brass pin that matches the one on her cloak, but hers is silver and the stone is lavender instead of clear. Down she goes to get the Mind Flayer head while you talk to Falco and Fela, and when Fela is done, The Aud very neatly butchers Squiggles, takes the head, and leaves the rest lying on the dock. Very shortly thereafter, the ship of House Despana is unmoored and sailing off, wallowing low in the water from the weight of the sickstone. Down you go into your dear old deeps. An ocean is an ocean, and home to you, even here. Alas! there is nothing by way of tasty snailage in the water. Docks like this are usually rife with snails and crabs and little fishes, but these are barren of even barnacles. Perhaps these desperate drow eat anything that dares to show a fin here, or perhaps it is the current? No tides down here--no moon!--- but there is a strong tug in the water. An underground spring or somesuch must be pushing hard nearby. You have to work to stay even with the ship, and the bodies of the drowned have been washed away. You do find a leathermoney pouch that has caught on a nail under the water, with 189 gold and 15 silver in it. Falco, the wiry, wary local drow are beginning to appear again and go about their business. One stands over Squiggles' dead, headless, gloveless corpse and calls up to you, Is he--was it a person? Are these things more like people or more like squids? In terms of eating it, I mean. You check the lights. They are essentially huge shiny metal disks on long chains. The chains can be cranked down up to 200 feet or wound up via cranks and wheels that have been attached to the deck. They would definitely create drag and slow the ship and flop every which way, unless some who could swim and breathe under water was holding them and purposefully angling them. They do not light by any means you can see, but they have many, many facets on the inside, forming a dome of reflective surfaces. A short metal shaft with a ball on the end extends from the center. If someone cast LIGHT on the ball, the whole thing turn into a giant headlight. You think they must have been slowly trolling along the shallows of a continental shelf with swimmers pointing the lights at the sand to find the geodes. The Cloaker is, to your surprise, wearing a cloak. It is fitted to him, to enhance his natural swirliness. If you try to put it on, you are swamped in it. It doesn't change size, so it isn't magic. Just an affectation, like his hat. But under its folds, you find that he was wearing a backpack. A very strange backpack. In one buckled side-pocket you find 150 gold coins, in rolls of 50, like the Aud's plat. It seems empty, but you are a thorough Hin. You try to open it, and the beaky lid shuts fast and the tooled round bits like eyes fold themselves like blinking, opening and closing rapidly at you. NOT! It fusses in common. WHO YOU EVEN IS? Tempest, you are back by then. You and Falco both see three drow in sailor pants coming down the dock. Not locals. Too clean. Too fed. Mercs. They stop at the dead mind flayer, examine his neck stump. One says, Uhhhhh, I think the job is off, and laughs. Another says, Good. It's dead. I hate those things. He calls up in Common, Where is Captain Starkscream?

TEMPLE Bingle, You begin your total BS ritual, and when you wave your hand to prestidigitate near the mouth, a wide stream of clear, clean, steaming hot water jets out. The drow gasp, and at the same moment, Banx yells, GAH! IT POOPED ON ME, because apparently someone did need to investigate a B-hole now, and it was him. It almost put my pipe out. It poops nice water, though. Ice cold. Hearing this, Upvai reaches out a cautious hand and waves it under the mouth, but the dragon gives nothing. There is also no water on the floor. But. Your hand is wet and pinkened from the heat. ANYWAY! You have secret messages to encode in fake Infernal. You tell Banx, who pops out wide-eyed and intensely interested, water droplets sparkling in his eyelashes. You have never been in an airport bathroom to see no touch sinks, but this fountain is not hard to figure out: The cold drinking water comes out of a b-hole and the hot shower is in the front where anyone can see you bathe and it only senses worshippers of Glasya and the water disappears and even bends away so the un-devoted can’t even lick old bathwater from the flagstones--- Lilladreki bursts into laughter when she understands it, too. That! That is the Hellest miracle I’ve ever seen. But it is a miracle. The water is clean and clear and good, and you made it happen. Her eyes on you are full of appraising interest. You address her as, Oh dragon, directly, and the interest sharpens. You know, and she knows you know, and you know she knows you know, and you are right: This is a dragon. You are talking to a dragon. You maintain manners and drop your Mask as if to say, I know what you are. Let me show you what I am and this bit of elegance resonates with her. You make the warlock offer to Upvai, and he swallows, looks to her, then says, Please, I mean no insult to you or your Devil Matriarch. You honor me, but we go unnoticed because we have no power. A warlock of Glasya, if I am discovered to be such, might be seen as a threat, or a heretic, or worse, as...useful. I know time is short, btu I must think. About the contract. Not the worship. Upvai and the other drow convert. Immediately. As soon as their devotion has been sworn, they jostle together and stand fully clothed in the hot jetting water, arms looped loosely around each other, swaying to share, faces tilted up to wash the away years and years of brine, mouths as open as baby bird beaks. Banx looks to you like, CARP! and URG! He puffs furiously and sidles back and forth, uneasy. They are having public feelings. They might be crying. Oh. Dear. Fela comes in. OH LOOK FELA IS HERE NOT HAVING FEELINGS OR TEARS! GREAT! say the expressive eyes of Banx. Fela you are correct. The statue is wrong. Banx spews smoke and looks insane. Drow are weeping as the dragon pukes steaming water onto them. Bingle is introducing you to Lilladreki, whom you know, the one who gave you and Falco the Hell Cigarette, the one who hated Mind Flayers. Bingle looks like herself again, but seems a little big-eyed and frantic. Lilladreki is sleek and chill, as you remember, with that same curious head tilt. Bingle tells her your adventures, and asks for her friendship as if it were a boon; It's weird. The whole damn vibe is weird. Banx is hanging a clearly hellish religious icon on the wall over the puking statue while Bingle is teaching the wet, weeping, hugging, swaying drow a prayer invoking dragons and devils in one breath. No, no, Lilladreki says. I'm trying to get these idiots to stop praying to me. I'm not a god. I'm not even 'on their side,' whatever that means. I'm not on any sides. Good, evil, law, chaos, blah blah blah, who cares. I am an explorer who happens to rest here in the quiet dark between excursions. If I have grown fond of a few---well. Upvai has been here for two centuries, by the ever-cold balls of Levistus, can you imagine? There's beauty here, but always the same beauty, for two centuries. Two centuries, with no fresh water. Always hungry. Always sore and tired. Sex is a faint remembrance or a compromise. Years between each decent meal. Backbreaking labor almost every hour he is not trancing. How can I not love a thing who will choose this, decade after decade, for nothing but the intangible perfect beauty of his freedom? How terrible and valiant. How stupid. How rare. You ask for my friendship? Mm. You get right to it, busy bee. Maybe buy a girl a meal first, eh? She laughs. I am a friend to the longtimers, and I appreciate what you did. This is a thing beyond my power. You are --- a friend to my friends. Let's start there. It surprises me to hear of your compatriots! The church, the hells, the storm, the wild. This is like the suffering of Upvai --- rare and moving. Also, a powerful alliance, if it's true. She grins and lights a cigarillo, inhales deeply, then turns to you Fela. She asks with zero judgment, but a lot of curiosity: Is it? Forgive me, Bingle, ambitious warlock recruiter and aspiring friend of dragons, for checking, but this isn't my first Warlock rodeo.

OOC OKAY! Ptwids, roll an insight. A LOT HAS BEEN SAID in front of you. If you get a 10 or higher, Fela will clue in that she is talking to a dragon. Lilladreki dropped some telling lore, so if you pass that DC 10, you can roll history, nature, something like that to see if you can figure out what kind she is. I think as a paladin you likely studied dragons -- you can have ADV on history. Bingle and Banx can each roll, too. cheerio roll those? Separate not as advantage.

[AnotherDragoon]

A surprising question Falco shrugged at the free Drow on the dock an' called back, "In terms o' eatin' I can't say but I think more like a person. A bad person, but still. I wouldn't eat 'im meself unless I had to." It kinda looked like these locals would be needin' all th' nourishment they could get. So, he turned to the task of searching the Cloaker and gave them space to do whatever they needed t' do. Th' eponymous cloak were like tryin' t' wear a hammock which were a shame as it billowed nicely. Maybe it could work fer Krag but it were ridiculous on Falco. Now, th' bag beneath it were well-made indeed but this captain traveled light! He wasn't about to throw away three rolls of gold coins either. Those went into a pocket to be divvied up later while he took a look at what might be in the bag. It had other ideas. Falco were caught off guard by th' refusal an' request o' identification. He cocked 'is head t' th' side an' looked at the bag again, seein' what could be a face now. "Who am I?" He asked with a smile he weren't sure if'n th' other could see, "I be Falco Goldenbairn, Captain o' th' Dusk Maiden. I took you off the Cloaker I killed with me crew. He won't be missed, I'm confident in that." How much can this backpack understand? Is it like House, he wonders. After a time, Tempest returned, and a few more Drow appeared. These were a different sort of free Drow, mercenaries hired to crew this ship by th' pair o' mutineers now dead or otherwise gone. They would be needin' a crew fer th' trip back t' the Ant Trap. Captain Starkscream, they asked about! "He decided it'd be better t' leave with House Despana," Falco said, suppressin' a giggle. "But this is th' ship, how much they pay ye t' sail, no fightin'?" Three would be a ragged crew but easier t' handle if'n they got any ideas.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3     Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Woex2, Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 41/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [X][ ][ ] Level 3: [X][ ][ ] Wild Shape: [X][X] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 2d4+2 HPPotion of Healing, 4 Potions of Alter Self (8 hours) Carrying for party: A simple wooden band that appears to be entwined by evergreen ivy vines. The top is decorated with a small rose petal, which remains bloomed and perfect until the ring's effect is used. The petal may be expended to heal a target the wearer can touch by 2d4+2 hit points. Once used, the rose petal wilts and falls off the ring, but each day at dawn the petal blooms and can be used again. It doesn’t require attunement.Band of the Dryad ; One letter stamped with a stargazing rabbit; one paper with signal notes; 1,223 gold, 30 silver, and 6 copper; a Hag's purse, a red velvet rat-pouch; 1 chairfart; Pipe of Rememberence, House's Whistle, 1 green diamond worth about 300 gold, 1 red feather pendant, 1 temporary red feather tattoo (3 days), 1 Dragon Gas Bomb, Kreb's keyring, a small wooden box with a portable hole, a letter, a pair of Dimensional Shackles, 1 Good for use in town or swamp, single use on a monster or NPC targeted creature will follow the Distractimal away in the direction you specify for d6 rounds. This effect is broken if the creature is harmed by the party. Multiple creatures in a room may be targeted and will spend 1 round gathered around it questioning, allowing you to sneak past a doorway or cavern entrance with no stealth roll.Beetle Distractimal   Recipes known (Herbalism): Potion Ingredient When you expend hit dice to recover hit points while using this salve, you recover an additional 3 hit points for each hit die expended. This effect lasts for 1 hour after applied.Soothing Salve Sourgrass You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion. The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Potion of Healing Red Amanita Mushroom A creature that drinks this vial of liquid gains advantage on saving throws against poison for 1 hour. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Antitoxin Rowan Berries   Ingredients carried: 2 Red Amanita Mushrooms Herbalist advantage on the following checks: * Your knowledge of nature and uses of herbs can add insight to your magical studies that deal with plant creatures and your attempts to identify potions.Arcana * When you inspect an area overgrown with plants, your proficiency bonus can help you pick out details and clues that others might miss.Investigation * Your mastery of herbalism improves your ability to treat illnesses and wounds by augmenting your methods of care with medicinal plants.Medicine * You can identify most plants with a quick inspection of their appearance, smell, and their surrounding environment.Nature and Survival

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tempest, Siren Ooo. A shiny, and one of House Despana's honoring her and of protection. Tempest nodded her head to the Aud and responded with her own toothy grin. "Thank you for the honor. May you travel safe with glory in your wake." She kept the peace this time, helped win the platinum that was probably being held for geode payment, and best of all, the Siren found a blue fedora-hat. Well, success all around! Even though the seabed was empty of bodies with a new, strong current, she found a pouch with these coins in it. Now that she realizes the importance of coins, it is wonderful to have a pouch of them she can attach to a belt, or place in a pocket to jingle musically like a real surface-walker. Once Tempest has climbed onto the ship, tail turning into pants-covered legs, she puddles and drips her way over to Falco with a smile. "I found a pouch of coins. All of those who drowned have been washed away by a strong current. There aren't even snails or crabs to feast upon, so I do not believe these island residents have learned to give them time to lay eggs and make more crabs and snails for some reason. We had a lovely blue clawed crab I named 'Damsel' who, for years, lived on the south side of the island in a rocky patch of cove. She would have the most delicious babies. We usually had to wait at least four full cycles of all the seasons until they were big enough for father to really enjoy over the fire, but Mom and I always dove after them after six moons to snack on them while they were still pretty soft and crunchy." This Siren has the BEST tales, and she was quite pleased with herself for making conversation with or without Falco's attention. The glistening Siren saw the healthy, well-pantalooned Drow males and went over to the side of the ship to watch them with curious interest. Having found the fancy midnight blue fedora, she dusted her hand over it admiringly, then set it atop of her head to see if it would fit. She rakishly tilted it to the side a bit and was quite pleased, especially with the sky color that soon will be seen again. If she were to have any station on this ship, she had to look the part, especially in front of these possible recruits. Falco was amused, and therefore she grinned as she watched them approach. "Would you like for me to stay here and then we can all go below together? I look forward to your tour of this grand ship and getting 'her' in order. Who knows the mess and treasures the former crew hid away." Tempest spoke quietly, as she glanced to the side at Falco. "I will be able to supply us, and Gary, with food tomorrow, and at least half of one of these large barrels with plenty of fresh water, until we know what is edible…" Again, she seemed to puff up with a smile, feeling rather happy that they all survived, no thanks to her words that angered the Cloaker. Such things can be discussed over dinner, or not, but she had a feeling an apology was due. Such a strange feeling for the Siren to experience, but it sat within her like a swallowed glob of sand. "Maybe we will find instruments below so we can make music." That was a much more cheery thought before her mind drifted over to the island proper where Fela, Bingle and Banx disappeared to and if any of them knew any sea shanties. "Do any of you three know any sea shanties to sing?" Without much surprise, the Siren asked the Drow sailors her inquiry with an honest wonderment after Falco asked the more logical one that was geared towards payment.

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 41/45 | AC (15) with Shield (17) Initiative: +1 | Darkvision | Acid Resistance Weapons: +5 to Hit / Damage: 1d6+2 (1 handed or thrown) or 1d8+2 (2 handed)Trident +1 | +4 Attack / 1d4+1 DamageDagger | (3/3)+4 Attack / Damage: 1d6+1 Damage)Javelins Spells: +3 Modifier | Spell Attack +6 | Save DC 14 Level 1 Left: 3/4 | Level 2 Left: 0/3 | Level 3 Left: 2/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Healing Word (2nd lvl) (Fela), Cure Wounds 1st lvl (self), Cure Wounds 3rd lvl (Fela), Guiding Bolt (2nd), Guiding Bolt (2nd) Cantrips: Acid Splash, Mending, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance Divine Tempest Magic: When a creature within 5 ft. that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a DEX saving throw (DC 14 or it takes 2d8 lightning or thunder damage (your choice), half damage on success).Wrath of the Storm: Remaining: 3/3 (per Long Rest) | Channel Divinity, twice per short rest, 2/2 - Destroy Undead or Destructive Wrath. Divine Domain Feature: Thunderbolt Strike - At 6th level, when you deal lightning damage to a Large or smaller creature, you can also push it up to 10 feet away from you. Siren Spells Once Per Long Rest: Create or Destroy Water (used), Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes: Items Obtained   Magic Items Prayer Beads: (1) Wind Walking, (1) Smiting, (0) Cure Wounds (2nd level) or Lesser Restoration, (0) Blessing. Cast Today:Cure Wounds, Bless, Cure Wounds Necklace of the Ithil’mírë (Locket): From Nithe Potions: Polymorph (1) A lab jar of rat organs. A glass container of mushrooms pickled in wine and spices. Three smooth stones. A strange, fancy sling shot Two small ornate bottles of potent mushroom wine. A pewter hinged ring box lined in black velvet holding a selection of loose humanoid teeth A vial of ointment with a handwritten label that says: Mushroom powder and saffron in lard.

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Reaction: Actions: Chatting. Pocketed the coin purse happily. Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Trying on fedora. Other:

[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock Upvai is hesitant. Bingle can relate. Bingle was also hesitant. So hesitant she went to sleep in a box for years rather than sign a contract. It's scary and Upvai just heard about it and hasn't had the opportunity to sleep in a box for even a month. If Upvai has a box he should sleep in it. Right now. And stop publicly bathing. Bingle has flashes of a Vacant/Occupied sign to put on the temple door, since it is also becoming a bathhouse. Or they need some long nice swimming suits like gnomes use when they get into the pond. It's fine, it's completely fine. Bingle turns her back politely and talks to Lilladreki. "I want to give you something," she says. "And tell you something. I am a warlock of Glasya but I'm also a wizard of the Undine Mouth. So is he--" she indicates Banx "--and he was actually there first--" she adds generously "--and is a pretty good wizard." She takes out the last extra hat she got from Sanbalet and hands it over. "Anyway, this is a great wizard hat and I want you to have it. It's mine. This could make it, you know, easier to Scry on me or Teleport to me, if you have it. I know you are looking out for these Charwall folk, and you'll see that I am too." She turns to Upvai when he's done with his emotional cleaning, and says, "Look, I get that it's a lot to decide. I don't want to rush you or push you. But I will point out a few things. One: Prestidigitation. This spell can make any food taste like any other food. Do you get me? Instead of tasting like mushroom, it could taste like cobbler. Or radishes. Or fern buds. Speaking of cooking, what about Bonfire? I don't notice you tripping over all the wood around here, or coal either, to burn for warmth or cooking or making a little forge. With Bonfire you just doodle your fingers around -- boom, fire. Then there's Minor Illusion--" She magicks a scroll again, descending from her hand, inscribed with three headings: Prestidigitation, Bonfire, Minor Illusion. "Illusions you can hide behind, use to cover up stuff, and do presentations. Now, those are all just some of the cantrips. You can do them as many times as you want. Nothing offensive, nothing flashy or drawing notice, just making your life easier. Then going on to more difficult spells, you could get Unseen Servant, where you get a magic guy who just runs around doing your laundry or stacking up crates. You could do Illusory Script where you write secret messages." She rubs her face and stretches a little, stressed by so much persuading. "Look, I understand that you don't want to be noticed. And I'm telling you, there are a lot of spells that Glasya can give you that will help you here, on the island, running the harbor, improving life for your friends. But if it should happen that you do get noticed, and you get yourself in trouble, we will come for you. We will not leave you to hang. You becoming a warlock, you're kind of like our responsibility. My responsibility. And if you're in trouble and you tell Mr. Perpetu and he tells me, or you get word to me somehow, I will help you. I promise." Bingle won't push any harder. It's a little stressful to be signing up a warlock, and she doesn't want to get anyone into something deeper than they want to get in. But she will take as much time as Upvai wants to take with demonstrating her cantrips, explaining the magic, how prayer works, what Mr. Perpetu is like, so he can make a good decision.

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action: Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 28/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:1/4 Pact 0/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:1/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Animate Dead 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 461 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 1 Oil of Slipperiness Vorn's Cigarette Case Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[ptwiddle]

Fela: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh The vibes are all off. That much is immediate, but it takes Fela quite a while to pin down why and how exactly they're off. The statue, why Bingle is treating Lilladreki with such...deference? Lilladreki's distant tone about the drow here, being so far above and beyond them but still interested in them, talking about two hundred years ... in a flash Fela considers that Lilladreki might be another vampire and immediately discards the notion. She doesn't need to Divine Sensesummon Saliber's magic light to know she's not another Xolec, and anyway she'd already tried that. Not the vibe at all...but what is? It's only when Lilladreki stops to light another cigarillo that it crashes over her like a wave slamming against the shore. The spark, the smile, the exhale. Bingle's throwaway who just want to worship dragons, by the way spins into a whole new focus, along with everything Lilladreki had said. A dragon. Of course. Dragons exhale. As soon as Fela realizes this Lilladreki turns and asks her a question, and Fela's caught frozen -- what type of dragon is she? How does this change everything? Should she be holding things back, trying to manipulate her? A few seconds tick by, Fela feeling a panicked urge to reach for her sword, fighting that familiar falling feeling in her stomach that wants to teleport her safely away, to rush for the ship. With a breath her shoulders fall, she stops trying to avoid looking at Lilladreki and locks eyes with her meaningfully. A friend to my friends. She's not hostile now. And they're split up, again, and worn out from their fight -- if she were hostile, she imagines they wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. She's tired of all the lying they've done here, anyway. "It's true -- all of it. Bingle wasn't a Warlock when we met, and if she had been I might not have taken to her as I did, but that would have been my loss. There's a purity to her... Anyway, I must apologize to you, for not being entirely truthful with you before, about why we're here. The ship was haunted...but it was Falco's old ship. Haunted by people close to him -- it was taken by a pirate called Cinderrabbit, and we came to get it back for Falco. Cinderrabbit's working with someone called The Eye to...we're not sure exactly what, but it's bad. We've got to stop them, and the ship will help. The political situation in Templetome -- there's a war on, they can't send extra help...we need whatever help we can get." It's all true but it's not the Truth. She's trying to explain away why she'd be working with a Warlock and a Privateer and a Siren. Excuse it. And it's not something that needs excused. Overcome by shame, Fela can't help but look away from the dragon, and catching sight of Upvai, the other pathetic drow cleaning themselves, the way Lilladreki had spoken of them.... She looks straight back at Lilladreki again. "But it's not just an alliance, for power...they're my friends. Unlikely friends, perhaps, but if anything that makes us stronger -- look at you and your drow on this tiny island in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, we didn't mean anything against you, or your island, we just wanted the ship to help us, and now that we have it we'll be on our way." She eyes Bingle as if it's time to get out, sidles slightly toward the door, but pauses. In for a copper, in for a plat. "And I know you said you're young for your kind but if you know anything that could be useful to us, with Cinderrabit, the Eye -- or oh! -- I've promised to bring a sea dragon of some kind to the surface, away from here. You might not know some tips, to manage it, settle it where it will be happy but not too, errrr.... destructive."

Actions, etc. Dice here 18 on insight so know Lilladreki is a dragon, 18 history to recall knowledge Dice Persuasion, Lilladreki: d20+7 (15)+7 Total = 22   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 43/52 AC:In Chain Mail, with/without Shield16 or 18 Spells: Fey-Touched: Charm: 1/Per Long Rest1 | Misty Step: 0/Per Long Rest1 Level 1: 0/4 Prepared: Alarm, Bless, Charm Person, Command, Compelled Duel, Detect Magic, Divine Favor Level 2: 1/2 Prepared: Locate Object, Misty Step, Moonbeam, Prayer of Healing, See Invisibility, Zone of Truth Lay on Hands: 2/Per Long Rest30 As an action, you can detect good and evil. Until the end of your next turn, you can sense anything affected by the hallow spell or know the location of any celestial, fiend, undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.Divine Sense: 1/Per Long Rest5 Channel Divinity: 1/Per Short Rest1 You can use your Channel Divinity to invest your presence with the warding power of your faith. As an action, you can choose a number of creatures you can see within 30 feet of you, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of one creature). For 1 minute, you and the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.Watcher’s Will You can use your Channel Divinity to castigate unworldly beings. As an action, you present your holy symbol and each aberration, celestial, elemental, fey, or fiend within 30 feet of you that can hear you must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is turned for 1 minute or until it takes damage. A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly end its move in a space within 30 feet of you. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can take the Dodge action.Abjure the Extraplanar You can expend a use of your Channel Divinity to fuel your spells. As a bonus action, you touch your holy symbol, utter a prayer, and regain one expended spell slot, the level of which can be no higher than half your proficiency bonus (rounded up). The number of times you can use this feature is based on the level you’ve reached in this class: 3rd level, once; 7th level, twice; and 15th level, thrice. You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.Harness Divine Power Attuned: Shield of Missile Attraction DM Inspiration: Vorn is a horse-girlYES Heal Potions: None Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, +1 Springer Sword Pearl's calling card, Make a ranged attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 poison damage and must make a DC14 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it is also poisoned. It can repeat the save at the end of each of its turns.Dragon gas bomb, Turtle Distractimal, Squiggle's gloves, Squiggle's Dragonfly Ricardt, the Retainer: HP: 12/12 AC: 10 Hide+10 Maude, the Marsh Tacky: HP: 13/13 DC 16 Animal Handling check, once per dayLoyalty checks (here)1/3

[Fillyjonk]

SHIP Falco, the next time you glance over, Squiggles' headless corpse is gone. Dropped into the currents to share the sea burial of his compatriots or spirited to a smokehouse to be made into extraplanar jerky, you will never know, but hey, you aren't the judging kind. The backpack looks (you think?) at you with its nubs of leather and chatters its beaky part. HRM! SHOW! SHOW! It wants to be let down to touch all over the cloaker corpse and be sure that it is dead, a process that involves putting a leathery tongue-like bit in the blood, and bouncing on the stomach, and shrieking HALLLLLLOOOOS! IS YOU A DEADY???? into the earholes. Once satisfied, it says: YOU CAPTAINS YES OKAY! STAY YOU. OFF BOATS GOES. EAT UP YOU SPECIAL. FEED OF BOATS. It nods its ... head (sure) at you vehemently. YOU LIKE! YES! Then it clambers up you with its straps. It is nimble and quite strong and the leather is supple; if it has anything inside its baggish body, it is not much, so it is able to collapse itself and try to wriggle into the side of your backpack. You tell the mercs that Starkscream, er, accepted employment with House Despana, and your grin and tone tell them exactly what you mean. You ask after wages, and they exchange speaking glances. We asked for ten a week, and got it. We know what we're about, one says. Another half shakes his head and says, Sailing. We know sailing. Not fighting. The third says, What's the heading? What's the job? We're culled sons, tagged free, and we don't want to "take a job with House Despana," or any other, for that matter. The third nods. You see they are not armed, unless you count the kind of knives all sailors carry. Tempest, the drow sailors take your question as a test, which it is. Shanties, you know, are serious business, and true sailors know short-haul songs for unfurling, and halyard shanties for extended haul-jobs, and Capstan shanties for slow-paced jobs like weighing anchor. Without perfect co-ordination, a sailing ship can founder or slow. You are tall, and blue, and female, and your common is accented with Elvish; they respond very quickly with doffed hats and respectful tones, saying, Yes, ma'am, and Of course, ma'am. One begins a beat using hard stamps of his booted foot on the wooden dack. He begins singing in an improbably deep bass considering his size, and after only three or four words, the others join in, one taking tenor part and one the baritone, all of them on beat and miming pulling up the main sail in perfect tandem: Totin’ riches for the b****es 'cross the Glimmersea If we make bad time it’s the lash for me Gotta get this tub sailing on the lee So pull, my pretty boys, pull (huh) Tack hard if the abolyth come, And if you spot kua toa, run But better their teeth than the whip, my son So pull, my pretty boys, pull (huh) They stop there, but it's clear that these drow know what they are about. OOC Tune of Wellerman Falco can try to stop the bag from getting in his pack, but it is pretty insistent. Make a dex or strength check, DC 14. If you fail or just let it do what it wants, it slithers down into your pack and pulls the flap shut after it. ALSO, Falco would know the rates are fair for skilled sailors. If you want to hire these guys, you can negotiate (persuasion or intimidation roll for Falco, intimidation with adv or persuasion with disadv for Tempest ---not because of HER, but because of how they would respond to a blue tall armored chick with an elvish accent) to convince them you don't plan to sell or murder them. They are wary.

TEMPLE Fela, it's a dragon. She has that ageless elf thing going, but she feels both young and like a grown-up to you. Not a baby like Nithe, and not evil like Cleiophane. She isn't trying to work you over, manipulate you, get closer---This is no chromatic dragon. You have never met a metallic dragon, but there are a pair of Gold Dragonborn in Templetome, both Clerics of Saliber, so sanctimonious and superior. They really are excrutiatingly good, and know it, and look with gentle condescension on the flawed goodness of others. Not metallic, you are pretty sure. But not evil. When you ask if she can help you, she shrugs. She isn't interested in helping you or hindering you, and she doesn't care that you killed them all and took the ship. She does say, Good work on that Mind Flayer. I kill these myself, but not here. Now, traders kill each other here all the time, but I might be seen as local. She laughs at the idea. Local! She watches you closely, listens to any story you will tell her, interested, observing, not judging, but she doesn't know enough of the Eye or Red Feathers to offer advice, she says. Even if I did, I couldn't change it for you. I never interfere. By then, you have realized that this has to be a gem dragon. They come from the elemental planes, not Prime at all. They are powerful and strange. They love to travel, especially plane travel. They are greedy for stories, experiences, and to see. There are four or five colors...you can't remember. It wasn't a huge section in the book, as no one in your order ever thought to meet one. She sharpens when you talk about Nithe, but laughs at the idea of you managing a dragon, settling it. Dragons mostly do what they want, she says, as if she isn't one, but she is, and you know it, and she knows you know it, so this amuses her to speak this way. She does add, If you want a dragon to do a specific thing, say "not eat people," there are certain kinds that will make deals. That kind might. Or you can ask it nicely. Bingle you turn away from the bathing and offer the hat. She takes it, turns it in her hands, then smells the band. A man owned this. A fancy man. I smell his costly hair oil. Did you kill him? I think you did, because the stronger scent on it is you. She puts it on, tilts it to a rakish angle. It's too big on her as well, but she looks cute in it, and knows it. She corrects you, gently, I don't look out for them. I told you. I rest here between excursions. Travel is tiring, and no one bothers me here. Okay, well, one she is lying. Maybe to herself, but still. Because---She does look out for them. Especially Upvai. He says to you, How long until you leave? How much time do I have to think? I have to decide today? You have to get back to Vorn, then up to Saltmarsh, which might be getting overrun right now. You could wait a few hours, maybe rest here, but he means days, if not weeks. He is very torn. She gets a little restless in her body, seeing this, and he turns to her, upset, hungry, wanting, afraid. She doesn't like it. What do I do? he asks her. She likes that even less. Do what you want, she says, and means it, but she doesn't like to see him scared and yearning in upset turns. This is too hard on him, she tells you. He needs to think. Elves live slow. You think you do, too, because your kind lives relatively long, but no. Young gnomes live fast. You have to. In sixty years, you will be old, and stay old, and then you will begin to see things more as he does. She paces up, then back. At last she roots with both hands deep into her pack and comes out with a small purple crystal and some wire. She wraps the wire about the ---scale? Yes. A scale. Hang this on that chain with your god thing. Wear it always, from this moment on. If you die, be buried with it. If he decides wants to do this, I can make it happen. Her mouth is tight. She is absolutely interfering. She knows it. You know it, and she knows you know. It irks the crap out of her, but she says, You want to be my friend? Do this. She turns to Fela, and some of her calm humor is restored. For you, a gesture. To show my friendship can be valuable. Ask one question, one, and I'll answer. Be careful. I know a lot about a lot, but if you ask a thing I do not know, I'll simply say so.

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Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock So that's the smell of the hats! Expensive hair oil! Bingle kind of revels in this worldly information. Expensive hair oil and dirty poems, and they beat him and bested him -- ha! Bingle thinks about getting some expensive hair oil because she likes the hat smell and always wants it to be that way. If she could go back to the village she would take some back to Uncle Pucker and the other old gnomes (not her father) in the village. It smells clean and woodsy, and she associates the smell with magic. Upvai hesitates as Lilladreki explains the ways of elves. When Bingle is sixty years old she will see things differently? Oh ho! "I'm actually one hundred and nineteen years old," she says to Lillaveti solemnly, with just a brave shadow of self-pity. One hundred and nineteen, as the years passed through her like a wave and receded. So many years, so difficult to bear the bending and creaking of her body, and the fading of her face, and the bloom and wither of her core. And then the flush of youth restored. She wonders how old Lilladreki is. "I was petrified by a basilisk for one hundred years, before I became an adventurer. When I woke up, I was still nineteen, but everyone else was a hundred years older. A fey doctor told me I have forgotten something, but I don't know what. Anyway I'll keep this forever until I die." She hangs the dragon scale reverently from her necklace with Saliber's amulet. A treasure for sure, to be guarded as the coin of Pim, as the cigarette case of Vorn, all for different reasons. She needs Banx to research them up a nice Glasya amulet, so she can have more things on her chain. "Upvai," she says, "You take as much time as you need. And if you don't want to be a warlock, that's ok. You can still run things here for us, right? We'll be partners. As soon as I can, I'll send you some more cool siht for the temple. Until then, take this." She sets out the bowl of cnady, glowers dramatically, then winks. "For worshippers only." Before she leaves the new temple, she casts Magic Mouth on the dragon statue, and speaks the recording into it in the most formal, reverent tone she can muster. But it is still her voice. Bingle. Who made this temple Glasya's. "Upvai, there is a gnomish poet called Wililam Balek," she tells Upvai. "I've read quite a lot of his work." Meaning, I had a lot of his work read at me in school, while I paid half attention and memorized as little as possible, grudgingly and inaccurately. But now she is a warlock, in league with a paladin, and she's reminded, to the credit of her teachers, of The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. And she actually did mostly read some of it a little bit. "I think that you might find his ideas interesting, especially about liberty. I'll try to get you a book of it. But for now, this can be our second prayer. I hope you like it Lilladreki. I think you will." She approaches the dragon statue's face and says, "To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower" To which the dragon statue will respond in Bingle's voice, "Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." When goodbyes have been said and many polite bows have been delivered, hands folded behind the back nicely, Bingle will head back to the recovered ship with Banx and Fela, to get underway back to Vorn. Once they're safely back with the team, she'd like Banx to go ahead and stop smoking the durgs and sleep securely, on the way back, in the hammock like Fela wanted, protected by them all. She will tell him he did a very good job with the durgs and his durg use was epic and very evil, and thank him again for coming in to rescue them, and helping her out with the cult. She tells Falco and Tempest all about what they've been cultivating in Charwall, and thanks Fela for keeping an open mind.

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Does no one else want the Ring of Wild Fey Magic? Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Back to the Duskmaiden. Action: Cast Magic Mouth on the dragon to quote "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake. I feel like the last part of the poem is so relevant to them too, with a few blasphemous substitutions. Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 28/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:1/4 Pact 0/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:1/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Animate Dead 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 461 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 1 Oil of Slipperiness Vorn's Cigarette Case Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

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Makin' ready t' sail Th' more he heard it talk, th' more Falco became fascinated by the curious bag(?) thing(?) creature. He watched smilin' and stiflin' laughter as it probed at and jumped upon the dead Cloaker. Th' bag didn't seem to be too bothered by the death of the former Captain. It even went as far as t' recognize Falco as th' new Cap'n by right o' combat. Then, it said somethin' about sailin' an' eatin' before tryin' t' stow itself away in 'is pack. "Hold now, ye eat up me what?" Falco asked as he tried to catch th' strange bag but it was quick and wiggly. "What d'ye even eat? Ye best not be feedin' offa anythin' in me pack! Neither of us'll like that, believe it." It were too late, by th' time he got it pulled back out th' bag would have time t' gobble up anythin', if'n it had a mind t' do that. But why would th' Cloaker keep somethin' like that so close? Falco decided t' trust th' funny little thing. He'd ask Bingle t' look at it as soon as she got th' chance, she'd know what it is. O' course, he knew exactly when an' where t' stomp along with th' sailors' shanty, th' tune were ever' bit as old as th' occupation. He nodded along an' clapped when they stopped. "Well done lads, that be a variation I don't know but th' song remains th' same. Now, if'n I were t' tell ye we be sailin' back t' th' Ant Trap an' then onwards an' Upward t' where we came from, would ye still want th' job? Ye can reconsider at th' Ant Trap an' I'll still pay ye a full week." Falco shrugged an' looked down at th' Cloaker again thinkin' th' first thing they could help with would be throwin' th' body overboard. He also needed t' get a message t' Gary an' have 'im free Nilfil, if'n th' Red Feather wanted t' stay here.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3   Here   Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Try and grab the bag before it gets in my pack: 12 Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Woex2, Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 41/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [X][ ][ ] Level 3: [X][ ][ ] Wild Shape: [X][X] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 2d4+2 HPPotion of Healing, 4 Potions of Alter Self (8 hours) Carrying for party: A simple wooden band that appears to be entwined by evergreen ivy vines. The top is decorated with a small rose petal, which remains bloomed and perfect until the ring's effect is used. The petal may be expended to heal a target the wearer can touch by 2d4+2 hit points. Once used, the rose petal wilts and falls off the ring, but each day at dawn the petal blooms and can be used again. It doesn’t require attunement.Band of the Dryad ; One letter stamped with a stargazing rabbit; one paper with signal notes; 1,223 gold, 30 silver, and 6 copper; a Hag's purse, a red velvet rat-pouch; 1 chairfart; Pipe of Rememberence, House's Whistle, 1 green diamond worth about 300 gold, 1 red feather pendant, 1 temporary red feather tattoo (3 days), 1 Dragon Gas Bomb, Kreb's keyring, a small wooden box with a portable hole, a letter, a pair of Dimensional Shackles, 1 Good for use in town or swamp, single use on a monster or NPC targeted creature will follow the Distractimal away in the direction you specify for d6 rounds. This effect is broken if the creature is harmed by the party. Multiple creatures in a room may be targeted and will spend 1 round gathered around it questioning, allowing you to sneak past a doorway or cavern entrance with no stealth roll.Beetle Distractimal   Recipes known (Herbalism): Potion Ingredient When you expend hit dice to recover hit points while using this salve, you recover an additional 3 hit points for each hit die expended. This effect lasts for 1 hour after applied.Soothing Salve Sourgrass You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion. The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Potion of Healing Red Amanita Mushroom A creature that drinks this vial of liquid gains advantage on saving throws against poison for 1 hour. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Antitoxin Rowan Berries   Ingredients carried: 2 Red Amanita Mushrooms Herbalist advantage on the following checks: * Your knowledge of nature and uses of herbs can add insight to your magical studies that deal with plant creatures and your attempts to identify potions.Arcana * When you inspect an area overgrown with plants, your proficiency bonus can help you pick out details and clues that others might miss.Investigation * Your mastery of herbalism improves your ability to treat illnesses and wounds by augmenting your methods of care with medicinal plants.Medicine * You can identify most plants with a quick inspection of their appearance, smell, and their surrounding environment.Nature and Survival