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

[Fillyjonk]

WEB There are two kinds of people in this party, the tall and small, the stompers and snoochers, those who live high and those who live sly. Bingle, when you clap your hand on Gary’s shoulder, you release a visible grayscale puff of moldering dust, and Banx sneezes three times in rapid succession. You stand on the bench stress-clutching his hair. It is so thick it stands up like green wheat, so it’s easy to get a good fistful. You call and message for a ceasefire. Falco, you are awakened by Tempest’s feet, your hands and face ripped free for casting by Tempest’s hands and your own exertions, but you do not cast. You wait, open to Bingle’s suggestion. What won’t you befriend, corsair? Especially if the friendship is expedient and profitable. You would shake hands with the devil himself (or herself, as the devil who is most accessible in terms of your Kevin-Bacon-esque proximity is a lady) for the Dusk Maiden. Tempest. You are not feeling conciliatory. You have been treated with less than perfect manners. You stamp and champ like a grayscale horse on a grayscale hin-sized hill, waking Falco, and then you help him peel upward until he is doing a yoga pose your father (of course sun elves practice) calls Baby Cobra. You hear Bingle, but Fela’s moonboom nudges back onto Needle1’s legs, and you cannot resist taking a good swing with that Spiritual Weapon. As the moon’s light sizzles, WHANG! Goes the trident, and a satisfying dent appears in the bucking spider. Fela is riding it like a trumpet fish back-surfing a parrotfish, and the spider is taking it about as well as a parrotfish would. Less cheerfully, and near instantly, the far spider who had held its action when it saw Gary, releases the darts it had held, one needle coming at Fela and one at you. Fela, a show of strength beats a show of goodwill. Strength can beat goodwill right to death, if needs must. And anyway, if it's goodwill he wants, let that weird looking gnome go first, eh? Even though both needles swish past harmlessly, it’s enough to trigger you to give your needle-handed mount here a good whang with your sword. It stops bucking, and now listing pretty hard right, but it scuttles toward your friends, crossing fifteen feet until it is within melee range. Then it jabs down with its hands at poor prone Falco and Hin-surfing Tempest. It lands both blows, and you know that poisonous langor is filling them again. Bingle, Gary looks up at you. Better get your pepole sroted. If they wreck that sipder… L’il get us close so you can tlak. He laconically turns a dial under the green lever; the manual controls go dark. The Hnad Sipder lurches into motion, angling north and west toward your friends, but stopping outside of the range of Tempest’s undulating guardians, ticking its tools together and clattering, it begins to unspool webbing from its guts, spinning it around and working at it. Gary frowns.Oh. Hrm. S’it is veyr hrut, ym sipder. Veyr. Nad your lalies are in torulbe… He mutters darkly and a strange green energy fills his hand. He cradles it in his palm, turning to look from you to Banx and back. I can see this palying out a lot of wyas. Wehesl in motion. Geras sipninng.

OOC Gary is a Gonme who is considering his options, who can be nudged this way or that in the next few seconds. You can use persuasion deception or intimidation as your action or continue straight on with combat. There are no bad choices here, There is some confusion in space and time. I have entertained my poor self a lot writing this, but I am too pitiful and puny to go down and sit at my comp and eff with maps at this point, SO: NEAR THE CENTER of a 200 foot web Fela rides on Needles1. Falco is 5 feet N, in melee range, stuck on the web facing Fela, able to see SOUTH EAST AND WEST. Tempest is unstuck, standing on top of him. Harlan is airborne and with them. FIFTY FEET TO THE EAST, both Needles2 and a new spider of the same size (but with TOOL HANDS instead of needle hands) appeared with an open hatch carrying Gary Gonme (not his real name) Bingle and Banx. This round, Needles2 made a very rapid approach and is now 20 feet EAST of Falco, but will not cross close enough to get into the spirit guardians. Hands, carrying Gary, Bingle and Banx) has angled over and is now 20 feet NORTH EAST of falco. The gargantuan spider you saw FIRST is not here. The gnomes know he is set to manual and idling at the eastern edge of the stairs. THIS ROUND Fela and Falco each took 1 needle and Tempest took 2. (Falco’s to hit was so high his WOE cannot help even if he rolls max, SORRY! It was inches from a crit.) The mechanics are the same. DC 13 con save for each needle or take the POISONED condition, please track conditions in your stat block. Miss by more than 5, you are unconscious and will fall into the webbing. Needles1/Fela are in melee range now, now so her +4 applies. Hands, Needles2 and Gary are Unharmed. Needles1 has taken 85 damage and is more than Bloodied

[AnotherDragoon]

In th' web Falco weren't findin' 'imself in th' most opportune position', nor condition, fer more o' 'em needle-handed metal spiders. He couldn't see ever'thing around 'imself, let alone move, an' what he could make out were still a bit soft 'round th' edges. Yet he can feel more comin' from th' vibrations they send through th' web what has 'im stuck right nicely. But this were where he needed t' be. It weren't exactly th' way he expected th' stars t' take 'im but he were certain this was th' way. He certainly weren't expectin' t' be poisoned once more, perhaps foolishly so. Fer a moment, even time seemed t' be caught up in th' great web an' it seemed t' second needle might not come. But then it came an' he felt th' familiar sting what settled in like a warm blanket wrapped all 'round. Only this time it weren't as much, or he were already buildin' a tolerance an' 'is eyes stayed open even if their focus softened jus' a lil bit more. From th' looks o' things, Fela an' Tempest 'bout had this one busted but th' new one, that would complicate things. He instinctively tried t' reach fer 'is moon sickle but still found 'imself t' be quite stuck. So instead, he reached out t' th' weave an' th' raw power o' nature churnin' 'round 'em all. Falco channeled that power t' a point where he might produce a localized clap o' thunder t' meet th' new machine. His fingers were ready t' snap an' th' words t' call it were jus' behind 'is lips. But it were sometimes better t' make friends with th' worst people, th' kind what might capture an' sell others, at least fer a bit. These kinds o' people might know how t' find Cinderrabbit. So instead, he took a breath an' called out, "We ain't got time t' break 'em all but we ain't got time t' be gettin' stuck full o' needles neither! She's close, th' Dusk Maiden. Call 'em off so we can talk!" He kept th' words t' shape thunder jus' behind 'is lips. If'n th' other needle-handed spider came within' fifteen feet t' try an' stick 'em, he'd let 'em meet th' thunderwave first.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3   Here   Saving Throws: Only 9 but the aura kept him awake Free Action: Move: Action: Hold action to cast DC 14 Con save or 2d8 thunder damage(half on save) and be pushed 10 feet awayThunderwave if the new spider comes within 15 feet and attacks Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Woe X2, disadvantage on attack rolls and ability checksPoisoned Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 45/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [X][X][ ] Level 3: [ ][ ] Wild Shape: [X][ ] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 bottle of Granny Peth’s Nervous Drops, 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 intown 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]

More Needles than a sea urchin… "What is the mighty Bingle saying, Fela MarkWig Springer? I do not understand this 'Merch' …" Tempest's defiant gaze at the approaching metallic web-walkers was suddenly sparked with pain when a dart pierced her skin, injecting her with that dozy, fatigue-y poison. She cried out once again with a fearful snarl as the weight of slumber and sickness threatened to pull her away from the fight. Or a fight-not-a-fight because Bingle was watching over them with Banx, and GARY who must have forgotten his manners. As much of a 'monster' as the Siren may be with her murdering, self-important ways, she knew when to offer a treat and a show of pleasure in approved-of company. Her mother has scolded her now and again for taking fancy with some sailor and being too merciful, or 'flighty', not doling out punishment or …that one time not fighting for an amber brooch that had 'sentimental' value to the wearer. That, her sweet father explained, was the curse of youth. Was she to back down? Tempest lowered herself on poor Falco's back, crouching like an imp that wanted to steal a sleeper's breath as she was awash in the poison's sickness and catching her breath. Her spectral trident hung in the air over Fela's suffering spider, poised to strike but did no such thing. Yanking the needled dart from her flesh, she threw it across the grayed darkness and eyed shadow-dull-dusty-gray GARY. The Siren was struck again by another needley needle. She roared her words as her spiritual guardians spun about the air in their glistening blue and radiant silver. "GARY, whose title I am unaware of, stand down and follow the wisdom of the Grand Lady Wizard Bingle and equally as Fearsome and Noble, Banx, Lord of Ice and friend of the Sea. Mind you, this is NOT the greeting one offers magnificent, resplendent, amiable guests who grace your darkness and who hold the strength of the maelstrom within their hearts. Take us to your finest tavern so we can feast and discuss being customers! I would enjoy a taste of your finest ale, Gary of the Deep!" Tempest tilted her head and shrugged a shoulder at the gray-gray-green Bingle towering above, thinking she echoed her word correctly, but was unsure why they were 'customers'. Costumers? No. Customers? Maybe Gary owned a tavern or held court for those who survived the journey; this test of might and wit, to the center of the world. But again, as much as the Siren would enjoy being fanciful, she knew a trap when she saw one. Or two. Or more. Webs and spiders. Sleep-poison and shackles. If Bingle has raised them up as important, purposeful people that convinced Gary they are above being attacked, then they will not need to prove themselves anymore. Gary must realize they are not common flounder fish, gasping for air, waiting to be clubbed and gutted. Really, what sort of metallic monster were the Gnomes riding on with those strange snappy, tool-y appendages? The spiritual, gliding guardians of Tempest's remained flying about herself and Falco in a tightened circle. With Fela so close now, and her needle spider finding the Siren the bigger threat, that of which brought pride to the blue woman's heart, she noted that even though it was giving tit-for-tat…it stopped trying to throw Fela off of its shiny but cracked domed body. Maybe it was standing down, so she pulled her protectors in as close as possible and remained not attacking needle-spider with her Trident. Glancing over at Fela aglow in the illumination of her moonbeam, Tempest said in a quieter tone. "I tire of being poked and poisoned. I put my trust in Lady Bingle Curiosa and will yield for the moment. What say you?"

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 45/45 | 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: 4/4 | Level 2 Left: 1/3 | Level 3 Left: 2/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Gust of Wind (Lvl 2), Water Walk (ritual), Spiritual Guardians (3rd), Spiritual Weapon (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: 2/3 (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, Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes: [color=magenta][b][/hr]Magic Items Prayer Beads: (1) Wind Walking, (1) Smiting, (2) Cure Wounds (2nd level) or Lesser Restoration, (1) Blessing Potions: Polymorph (1)

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Staying where I am. Reaction: Action: 'Help' Bingle with Charismatic support if possible. Bonus Action: Spiritual Weapon (Not attacking this round) Conditions: Poisoned (with a 12) Concentrating: Concentration roll: 19. [tt=Spiritual Guardians]When you cast this spell, you can designate any number of creatures you can see to be unaffected by it. An affected creature's speed is halved in the area, and when the creature enters the area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there, it must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 3d8 radiant damage (if you are good or neutral). On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage.Kissed by Creativity - Last one spent. No more left. [hr Object Interaction: Other: If the concentration roll for the Guardians succeeded, she pulls them in close to be around herself and Falco.

[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock "See? They're sotpping," says Bingle to Gary. "They're sotpping! It's fine, it's nomral! That one wants to tlak and this one wants go join you at a tarven! So, here we all are gotether, very good firends, and we're calling it all off! This is Faclo -- his sihp is the Duksmadien, that we're looking for. And this is Tepmest, she is a siren and very gerat. And here is Fela, who is our firend and very good, and she loves to stnad down! She says it all teh time! Stnad down! she will otfen say jsut in bras or tarvens, to men or wohever, stnad down! So, Gary, waht do you say? To the tarven? To Lrod Vron? Stnad down?"

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action:Persuasion on Gary. Dice Roll: d20+1 (20)+1 Total = 21 Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: 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 39/39 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:4/4 Pact 1/1 2nd:2/3 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 511 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 2 Oil of Slipperiness Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[ptwiddle]

Fela: it's fine. Really. Fiiiiine. Tempest didn't pack it in at once, so neither did Fela, joining in at hacking and burning away at the spider beneath her, and earning a small needle in her arm for her troubles, but having been nearly downed by the first one, she pays this one as much heed as she would a flybite. She can see and feel the spider beneath her beginning to give way, and is anxious to finish the job and move on to the next. But Falco's holding back and asking to talk, Tempest is sounding woozy from her needles and proposing they yield, and Bingle... Bingle's still speaking gnomish to Gray Gary, who is starting to form magic in his hands, right there next to her. Bingle's already died once, and sold her soul as a result...what would she have left to sell if she dies again? Fela could take out the spider, but not before Bingle was hit with whatever this gnome was preparing. "Fine. We'll try it Bingle's way." she says to Tempest, but it doesn't sound like it's fine, her scrunched up face doesn't look like it's fine, and she's certainly not acting like it's fine. She sends her Moonbeam flying out of the way with a flick of her wrist like she were shattering a plate against the wall, and slams her sword down into her sheath like she's slamming a door at the end of an argument. Raising both hands (one still holding the rope) as she raises her voice, if this ash heap of a gnome even understands common. "Sword's away, magic' over there, now stop shooting us! And if you double cross us Saliber will burn you til you scatter like ashes in the wind."

Actions, etc. Dice here Made poison save. Free action: Sheath sword and raise hands, still holding rope. Movement: None Action: Move Moonbeam 30' out of the way. Rolled a 13 persuasion but probably shoulda been an intimidation Status: Concentrating on moonbeam, upright, sword in one hand holding rope in other so AC=16 Aura of Protection: +4 to saves for Fela and any friendlies within 10'   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 52/52 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: 2/4 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: 30/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: 2/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, Inflitrator's Key, DM Inspiration: NO Heal Potions: 1, from Tumble Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Nyssa's Can keep watch all long restWatchdogwood Petals, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, Magic +1Xendrose's Sword, +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

[Fillyjonk]

DOWN DOWN DOWN Falco, sometimes bigguns look at your size and witness your optimism and your easy manner, and they mistake it for naïveté. Innocence. You are a lot of things, Hin. Innocent ain’t one o’ ‘em. You, and only you, know exactly what Bingle means when she says, Merch. Tempest, whatever this place is, it is not a town. You demand to go a tavern — you surely could use a drink to settle your thickly poisoned blood — but no book you have ever read, no sailor you have ever met, not even your wise well-traveled father has described a “town” like this. You are an insightful creature, and you know that to ask for an inn or a shop or any sort of "town" amenity will be futile. This is not that. Bingle, you press forward with insistent peace, and Gary Gonme listens, as placid as a cud chewer. What persuades him? Your relentless vigor is a large part of it, and the fact that you and Banx are quite young gnomes likely helps, too. Older gnomes tend to indulge youngers, as youth is fleeting and age is long---in the forest and the swamps anyway. Also, you and Banx have him flanked and have demonstrated power. It doesn't hurt that all your friends resist the needle-hands again. This math adds up to long seconds passing. The light fades from his hand. Fela, you don’t love it, but at least the needles stop. The spiders lower their strange hands. In the padded pit beneath you, the manacles retract into the walls, and a bench seat rises. The hatch opens, fully, and your moonbeam fades away and the siren’s bizarre blue guardians drop. On the pro-side, after a little you are able to shake off the lingering poison, and you can see the Siren, too feels better. Party, the Tool Hand spider comes forward slowly, calmly, driven by the phlegmatic gnome. He introduces himself as some other name with many syllables, but most of it is lost in the roar of the whirlpool. Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind being addressed as Gary Gonme, anymore than you would object to begin addressed as Paladin, Siren, Corsair, or Wizards. A Gary Gonme is what he is. The second Needle-Hand opens its hatch fully and also tucks away manacles and produces a bench. It approaches Tempest and lifts her in, and then the Hand-Spider sends a tool out to spray a solution at Falco that allows it to peel him up and deposit him beside the Siren. There are straps for buckling yourself in, and Gary suggests you avail yourselves. He speaks to you all in heavily gnome-accented common, adding, Lord Vorn is deep-deep, and we shall travel fast. As soon as you are all ready, the three spiders zip to the south side of the web and unattach and reattach enough strands to let themselves file through (tipping nearly full sideways, which requires you to do some bracing and clutching), then close the web up behind them. They hang nearly upside-down as each attaches a butt-floss to the web’s underside, and then they leap. Down they go, silk springily unfurling to slow you from an absolute hurtle, but you leave your stomachs behind and your hair blows back. Zrrrrrrrrp. Your faces feel stretched. Rarely, as you go, one or another of you will see a shape or shadow moving just out of vision in the darkness. You are close enough to the south side to see the stairs continue to endlessly loop down. After a long free-fall-feeling descent, Fela and Falco’s dark vision clicks off—and they realize they can see. Very faintly. Light is coming up from below. You realize the whirlpool has narrowed significantly, so gradually you didn’t notice as you fell. For those with darkvision, the gold of the spiders begin to be apparent, and the web itself takes on an iridescent sheen, as if the sticky coating is oil-based. Gary himself stays gray and dusty and dour. Then colors begin for all of you as the light gets brighter and brighter. Either the light or the surrounding whirl of water causes everything to take on a faint blue cast. Beneath you, you see rising up a third web, woven tighter and finer. This would catch anything larger than a cat. You can see a fourth web beneath it, only thirty or so feet or more down, and this one is fine as mesh, like a strainer. Beneath that, several hundred feet down, if not more, is the source of the light: A blue wild violent vortex with a center made of cold lightning. You can feel the energy from where you are, even as the spiders slow and slow and alight on the third layer of the web. Your hairs stand up on your arms and the air takes on a sour, metallic tang. For the first time, the eternally winding stairs are broken by a small landing just beside where the third web attaches, and it is here that the spiders stop. They stand still humming to themselves. Gary clicks around on the controls and then clambers down onto the landing, motionign you to do the same. The water roars around you, and you see, in the whirlpool itself, a black arch with a door. The water rushes around it, ignoring it. You all look strange, monstrous even, with the wild blue light coming from directly below.

OOC No need to roll con saves unless you want to see how long it will take the poison to clear for RP purposes. I am going to pause here, in case you want to do any rolls on the way down or here at the bottom, or talk to Gary, or talk to each other. Tempest and Falco could certainly palaver, but Gary would hear anyone else, likely, as you would have to yell.

[AnotherDragoon]

Outta th' web an' somewhere else Falco let th' power disperse an' recede back t' th' weave like a storm cloud might break up before releasin' even a single drop o' rain. This were a bad place, which made talkin' th' current best option. Even if it meant talkin' or workin' with cruel an' monstrous slavers who would catch an' poison their prey, he were committed t' doin' whatever it took t' get 'is ship back. So he were all smiles when th' gray gnome used 'is strange metal spider t' free 'im. He even introduced 'imself properly afterward. Bein' all too familiar with th' types o' routes a spider might take down, Falco made double sure t' secure 'imself down tight with th' available straps. Whilst they were zoomin' down through th' dark on thin metallic strands, he turned t' Tempest an' spoke jus' loud enough fer her t' hear before th' rushin' wind an' water swallowed th' words, "These are slavers down here but we need t' play nice. They'll be knowin' where me ship is an' maybe how t' find th' Hin what killed me Cap'n. Hells, maybe, if'n we're lucky, we can convince some o' 'em t' crew th' Wailin' Maiden when we face th' other Siren." Th' place they finally landed an' debarked certainly looked an' felt like that strange sea from 'is vision o' th' Dusk Maiden. Who were this Lord Vron? Falco were curious t' find out. Even if'n he felt th' answer would be some variation o' evil. He took a second t' check an' see if'n 'is chart were still glowin'.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3     Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Woe X2, Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 45/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [X][X][ ] Level 3: [ ][ ] Wild Shape: [X][ ] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 bottle of Granny Peth’s Nervous Drops, 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 intown 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]

The Bottomless Blue…and Slavers Tempest squirmed as she picked up like a prized plushie in a claw machine. At least Gary Gonme introduced himself, and with Bingle and Banx being so…comfortable, she bit her tongue before threats rolled out of her mouth. The Siren was as attentive as possible in the gray against gray, watching as Falco was freed and Fela was planted inside her own Spider hatch. Once Falco started to strap himself in, she quickly followed suit, eyeing the behemoth creature that the trio of Gnomes were occupying. "You can imagine what I do with such pathetic creatures." Tempest had a menace about her when all the clues fell together. They weren't going to be poisoned and captured, then released upon polite introductions. No. They would have been…sold? Judged and continuously drugged, shacked and SOLD? Falco surely knew that a Siren was not a being that enjoyed being netted, trapped, being free to swim the wide ocean blue, doing as they desired. She could sense he was warning her, advising her in a most respectful manner. Tempest clenched her jaw and curtly nodded, gasping in a breath of deep-deepening air as the Spider dropped and wove. How could they go deeper than deep? Will they end up on the other side of the world, past the Egg, past everything. There was no easy escape now; they were literally in too deep. Once the Spider slowed and the goldness of it brightened in the light, she said loud enough to be heard by the Druid. "Falco Starcaller, I may be incorrect in thinking like a surface-walker in that Gary lives in a village. Wherever we end up, I will 'have your back', so they say, yes? Not 'dance on your back'." Yes, she tried to be humorous. The blue woman paused when they were right-side up again, combing her fingers through her hair as though she could present herself with some inkling of tidiness as she spoke. "What do you want me to tell Lady Briony besides that we live and to back away from the trap, if I can make contact with her?" This was the Cleric in her; her Father's sweetness asking through her. Briony favored Fela, one could tell. Would she try to follow? Humans, and Fey are so emotionally inclined to do brave and foolish things. Once the Spider stabilized from swinging and turning along the maze of silvery 'threads', Tempest closed her eyes, reaching her heron-in-flight pendant fastened around her neck and murmured both prayer and Trying to cast Sending to Briony. Whirlpool is slaver trap! Do not follow! We survived. Fela is magnificient! Invited to meet Lord of the Deep. Falco searching for lost ship. Respond."message Once they landed, Tempest remained in the spider for an Waiting for response if spell workedextra moment, feeling the lightning below and leaning over to watch the spiral of both sea and, what she believed to be, a storm. A smile broadened on her features, seeing danger but a danger much like she is. Her goddess would not be in the darkness, in the center of a maelstrom webby trap. What could this be, then, beside a place of power that she could only wish to be able to call upon. Do the denizens here worship what is below as she does what is above? After she had her moment, she trailed after Falco with her head held high, looking for Fela, Bingle and Banx once on the platform. "Lady Bingle Curiosa, I am most pleased to be in your company once again. I believe I speak for the three of us." This was not the place, in front of Gary, to say "HI, Thanks for Making us Not-Slaves and Stopping the needles from JABBING us more. Perhaps later. Perhaps her tone conveyed the secret rare Siren thanks.

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 45/45 | 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: 4/4 | Level 2 Left: 1/3 | Level 3 Left: 1/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Gust of Wind (Lvl 2), Water Walk (ritual), Spiritual Guardians (3rd), Spiritual Weapon (2nd), Sending (3rd) 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: 2/3 (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, Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes: [color=magenta][b][tt=Kissed by Creativity - Last one spent. No more left. [hr][/hr]Magic Items Prayer Beads: (1) Wind Walking, (1) Smiting, (2) Cure Wounds (2nd level) or Lesser Restoration, (1) Blessing Potions: Polymorph (1)

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: To the Platform Reaction: Action: Chat with Falco & Cast Sending, if possible, targeting Briony: "Whirlpool is slaver trap. Do not follow. We survived. Fela is magnificient. Invited to meet Lord of the Deep. Falco searching for lost ship. Respond." Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Other: Not casting Send until Falco can give his input.

[ptwiddle]

Fela, keeping up a front Not fighting. Trusting? Fela tries to make herself ok with this -- she's not just a blunt instrument, is she? -- but her shoulders are still tense, her heart still pumping like it was draining the ocean and making the whirlpool all on its own. Gary spends far too many syllables on his name and not nearly enough explaining what this place is and what's going to happen to them. Part of her wants to go sit with Falco and Tempest to figure out what's-what, or with Gary to get some answers and generally be on hand to make sure he doesn't do any funny stuff. But her mount doesn't move over to make it happen, and anyway, there's an old saying about this -- don't switch giant mechanical needle-spiders mid magical-whirlpool. Even though the manacles retract and a seat appears she wants to stay where she is, that difficult to reach place on the outside, but Gary's warning about "deep-deep" brings back her endless fall from just a moment ago, and she reluctantly takes the proper seat and fastens herself in, figuring that this one is beat up enough at this point that if she just keeps her sword in reach she should be ok. She's surprised at how much deeper they can go, even after Gary calls it deep-deep. Are oceans even that deep? Or does Deep-deep mean below that, even? And this Vorn, guy -- who'd want to be a Lord of Water (Deep) anyway? A Lord should have a proper castle and lands and not the bottom of the world's biggest drain. She's relieved when she's finally off the spider, back with her crew, and rushes to be among them, squishing Falco in a hug, following up on Tempest's words "Soooo pleased. Thank you for...you know...coming after me" about squeeze Tempest and Bingle but realizing they might be prickly about it, and anyway Gary's watching, mustn't make a scene in front of Gary, don't show softness. Fela straightens herself up, alert, lips twitching involuntarily with questions for Gary but he's playing it cool, not explaining much, and so Fela better as well, and so she follows after, slowly, wordlessly, but gives the brief upward 'A'ight' head-nod.

Actions, etc. Dice History (I guess) check -- Are we going to the Underdark? What IS an underdark, even?: d20+3 (7)+3 Total = 10 Aura of Protection: +4 to saves for Fela and any friendlies within 10'   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 52/52 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: 2/4 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: 30/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: 2/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, Inflitrator's Key, DM Inspiration: NO Heal Potions: 1, from Tumble Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Nyssa's Can keep watch all long restWatchdogwood Petals, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, Magic +1Xendrose's Sword, +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 It's great to see Fela and Falco and Tempest safe. Bingle will take that squeeze from Fela, and return it squeezier, before climbing back up to the cockpit with Gary. Bingle has never ridden in a mechanical spider down and down through an inorganic web inside a whirplool under the great flat before. These experiences are so far outside of her normal sphere that there is no comparison. She tries not to walk around this wide world with her jaw hanging open and her breath short, but there's kind of no way to incorporate the wild strange things of her new life into the limited understanding she has of it. Fortunately, there are gnomes. In Glotten, there was Tumble. When she first saw Tumble, Bingle thought she was disappointed, because she'd just escaped from a village full of gnomes, and then here was another one popping up. But that night, when they shared the too-big bed, she took on a familiar shape: the writhing little kid thrashing in her sleep, and Tumble took the shape of the old lady gnome fighting her off, claiming her space. The following days, Tumble was there to help her understand the kobolds, the smugglers, the ice island, and twon. Then, in the dagger, there was suddenly no Tumble, but there was Banx. Two young gnomes together, eating, chattering, telling stories, making decisions together. A familiar shape. Now, in the mechanical spider, a gnome. Sure, he's gray, and smells like expired socks, and has grit in his wrinkles, but sitting side by side with on the bench, with one knee hitched up as if it pains him, and his big knuckles scrubbing over his face occasionally, as if to wake himself up, he is familiar. And in the middle of the most extreme situation she's been in yet (outside of the dagger (it's always going to be 'outside of the dagger' (hopefully))) she can take a shape she knows. Bingle slides easily into a behavior she knows well. She asks questions. She is a curious person, aptly titled Curiosa. But a violent onslaught of questions from Bingle had on several occasions driven Bongle into an apoplectic rage. (But never: Why? Why is the village hidden?) Her questions had caused even her sweet, unperturbable father to say, sharply, "Bingle!" on an occasion, when he was doing the backbreaking, dangerous job of felling trees for shelters, and she asked, about each distinct stage of the effort, "Do you like doing that? What about this part do you like doing this?" (She did not ask: What happened to us? Why are we invisible?) Bumping along in the spider, one hand still absently plucking at Banx, she directs these questions to Gary: 1. Do you like Lord Vron? 2. Is he nice? 3. How did you get your job with him? 4. Do you like your job? 5. What kind of presents does Lord Vron like? (This is genuine. She was raised right and wants to do a correct present. Does he want a gas bomb or money. Or a whole ship or a fish zmobie.) 6. What does he do with the sihps that fall in the Nat Tarp? 7. Does he live in a manor? In a tree? In a burrow? 8. Has he ever met a sawmp gonme before? 9. Does Lord Vron like to be addressed as a humble supplicant or a friendly peer? 10. Does Gary like Harlan? 11. Is Harlan cute? 12. Gary familiar with the works of the gnome philosopher Wlilima Belak, who said, "The brid a nets, the sidper a web, and gonmes firendsihp"? 13. Is Lord Vron familiar with such? 14. Does he have any need for some alchemy or spells from a pretty great couple of wizards? 15. Where is Gary from? 16. Does he like driving the spider? 17. Is it fun to drive? It's hard to ask questions when her face is getting pulled back by speed and there's a lot of zipping and clutching. But you can't give up on curiosity even if you are hanging on for your life. People can answer questions that are shouted into the side of their heads as well as they can answer questions that are murmured over teacups, if they want to. If Gary hasn't thrown Bingle out of the spider yet, or wrapped a moldy scarf around her face, she will focus on trying to understand this gray gnome better.

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action:Already rolled Persuasion so I will try an Insight. Dice Roll: d20+4 (11)+4 Total = 15 Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: 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 39/39 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:4/4 Pact 1/1 2nd:2/3 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 511 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 2 Oil of Slipperiness Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[Fillyjonk]

Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir Tempest, as soon as the unharmed Needle-Hand deposits you and Falco on the landing, it begins to retract its silk. ZZZzzzzzzrrrppppp! It goes whizzing away back upwards with all its legs dangling and its weird face pointing down at you and your companions. The single “eye” flicks over each of you in turn as it goes, a scraping gaze you almost feel on your skin. Is it…looking at you? The damaged Needle-Hand deposits Fela. The Tool Hand, after letting Gary, Bingle, and Banx onto the landing, goes over and begins to work on the damaged one’s smashed in, burned, sprung, loose, and janky bits. The “eye” lens has cracks and the hinge that allows it to swivel is broken, but you see this one, too, is trying to turn that lens toward you. Briony answers with a second of nonplussed silence, then a flood of relieved words. Tempest? Is this a spell? Did Fela— is Fela— ****. Be careful. We’ll wait here for you, but how will you get back up the— Her voice cuts out. Falco, it is hard to see in the glare and glow of the violent blue-white stormy vortex below you, but you cup your hand around your star chart, and you see it glows bright and true, urging you south and east now. Here you are on a small landing on an endless spiral stairway that lines the edges of a huge funnel of whirling water. In the harsh lighting, you can see that it does indeed widen as it goes up. Here where you are now, the stairs are tighter, maybe sixty or seventy feet across. Before you, a door. Below you, the gargantuan ball of lightning writhes and crackles. It is at least fifty feet in diameter. This, you think, must be the power source for the Ant Trap. The forked bits of energy spin, and the water funnels up from it to line the stairs. Squinting down into it, Druid, you have the weirdest sense of—life? Yes. That’s alive, down there. Which is insane. It has no stationary form or body. It seems to be pure energy. But you are a druid of the Emerald Enclave, and you know life when you see it. Bingle, this is a gnome, albeit a dour sour musty dusty one, and your gnome-ness works on him as his works on you. He answers your questions with more manners than truth. 1. Do you like Lord Vron? Sure. (No. But there is no anger or hatred. Something else. Weirdly, you think it might be pity.) 2. Is he nice? Sure. (No.) 3. How did you get your job with him? Snort of laughter. (He is not “an employee,” you understand.) 4. Do you like your job? Sure. (No.) 5. What kind of presents does Lord Vron like? Lady Mlezzi’ir likes money, magic things, so it is our pleasure to procure these things. (No, it isn’t.) Himself? Food. Books. Music. Arts. 6. What does he do with the sihps that fall in the Nat Tarp? We sell ‘em, for our Lady’s profit and pleasure. 7. Does he live in a manor? In a tree? In a burrow? No. (An amused glance from under the beetling gray brows. Oh. Lrod Vorn lives here.) 8. Has he ever met a sawmp gonme before? Beetled brows. Is that what you are? (THE! NERVE!) (Is Banx snickering?!) (Yes.) 9. Does Lord Vron like to be addressed as a humble supplicant or a friendly peer? You’re a nice girl. Nice manners. You’ll be fine. Just don’t go onto the dais. Stay down. He is protected. 10. Does Gary like Harlan? Sure. (He is indifferent.) 11. Is Harlan cute? Sure. (Indifferent.) 12. Gary familiar with the works of the gnome philosopher Wlilima Belak, who said, "The brid a nets, the sidper a web, and gonmes firendsihp"? No. (No.) 13. Is Lord Vron familiar with such? Shrug. He likes books. 14. Does he have any need for some alchemy or spells from a pretty great couple of wizards? Long assessing stare. Hm. That’s as may be. (Um what.) 15. Where is Gary from? Pause. Here. Pause. A sudden lean in. A fast, fierce whisper of musty sock breath. But I was born a free gnome, eldest son of an artificer, in Blingdenstone, until the curse’d drow of Menzobarranzan summoned their spike spiders and drove us out into their nets. That was a bad century. Very bad. It is…less bad here. 16. Does he like driving the spider? Sure. (No) 17. Is it fun to drive? Sure. (No—but at this point you suspect he is just a sour fart who likes very little. The spider, quite frankly, looked fun as hell to drive, and WHO COULD NOT BE CHARMED BY HALRAN????) By then you are being disgorged onto the landing, and there is no time to follow up. Fela, you have heard of the Underdark. It was a short unit in the classes where you and your fellow knights-in-training learned about monsters and other assorted evils. A drow has never so much as been seen in Templetome, and it likely sounded the smallest bit fictional to you. A whole world underneath the world? Dark and full of spiders and strange pale carnivorous plants and …evil unsociable gray elves, pale cruel dwarves, vile cruel gibbering-mad feral Hin? That last one for sure sounds fake. You had swamp-monsters and fey to worry about, but maybe you should have taken better notes because—here you are. Gary steps to the door. It has no knob, no visible hinges—nothing. Also, it is low—your head and Tempest’s will likely scrape the top jamb. He turns his back to you, muttering and gesturing where you cannot see. The door zips upward and disappears into the wall above. Gary looks the party over and then he gestures for you to go first. Perhaps it is the armor, or your bearing. He seems to take you, oh Blunt Instrument of Gellan, as the party’s diplomat or leader. Or maybe he sends you first because he thinks you are a guard. A Vanguard, anyway. Party: Beyond is a short hallway open to a set of shallow stairs leading into a large open lab. The door zips shut behind you, separating you from Gary. On a dais at the center, a young male drow sits in the center of a large circular desk covered in levers and buttons on some parts, vials and clockwork bits on others, and a plate with some crumbs and half a pale frothy drink to his left. Several mini-mechanical spiders scuttle about. They llook ike the tool handed spider Gary rode in, but they have domed backs, no seating, and are each less than five feet in diameter, legs included. A small musty looking gobbo in a shockingly crisp white lab coat is at another desk, stirring at a bubbling concoction on a Bunsen burner. He shoots you a startled look, but quickly turns away and minds his business. The drow is not at all startled. He holds up a wait-a-sec finger and configures some controls on the one side of the huge, circular desk, then turns to you. His face is very beautiful and serious. His arms, bare to elbow, are covered in strange silvery tattoos that look almost raised. Welcome to the Ant Trap. My Major Domo says you have come for commerce, albeit via a non traditional route. He means Gary, you think, but when did Gary tell him this? Lord Vorn’s voice is melodious, his common pleasantly accented, his manner polite and reserved. He will tell you his name and listen to yours, then say, We don’t get many up-worlders here. A pause. A flash of white teeth. As customers. Are you buying, selling, or trading?

ooc Here is a helpful MAP, can you see it? Falco has the highest passive perception (I believe). If your character has a 16 or higher (or if you want to roll a perception to try to match or beat that), she would notice what he notices about the power vortex. I think it’s possible that Falco has at least seen a drow before—Goonie you can decide if it was from a distance, or if you met, and if it was as an enemy or friend or in passing. Males are even rarer than tieflings above ground and females are rarer than unicorns. Bingle has not, Tempest has not. Fela, MAYBE seen one in Vallos? Like Goonie, you can decide.

[AnotherDragoon]

Parlay with th' Deep Lord Falco got th' sense that th' swirlin' mass o' blue cracklin' energy were actually formin' an' maintainin' th' whirlpool. It seemed somehow more than simply animated but actually alive. there weren't much time t' be thinkin' 'bout that before they were bein' ushered through th' door what lifted straight up on Gary's command. Once through, he found 'imself starin' at a big laboratory full of strange things th' likes o' which he'd never seen in all 'is travels. There were smaller models o' th' mechanical spiders crawlin' 'round an' in th' center o' it all were a tattooed Drow. Dinin were th' only other dark elf he'd ever met an' Falco didn't get t' know much 'bout 'im as he kept 'imself below deck when th' sun were out. But th' white hair an smaller stature were th' same. Dinin were on th' other end o' th' Lord Vorn's trade, merch, when they found 'im an' brought 'im t' Vallos. Falco produced 'is pipe an' filled it while waiting fer Lord Vorn t' finish adjustin' 'is levers an' introductions t' be made. He properly introduced 'imself, jus' like Cap'n Kieran showed 'im, when th' time came before laughin' an' answerin', "No, I don't s'pose ye do be gettin' many walk-ins down here. I've been searchin' fer somethin' what's taken me well off th' beaten paths. I seek a very specific ship an' would be willin' t' buy or trade fer it. Also lookin' fer th' Hin what stole it but that be secondary." He stuck th' pipe between 'is teeth, brought th' first finger on 'is tattooed hand up t' th' bowl, spoke a word in druidic, an' pulled deep. Upon exhale th' smoke took th' shape o' an artificial sailor an' a tiny Falco climbin' up 'im with sickle raised. "We've a few interestin' pieces t' offer, some taken from a dragon even." Another slow draw from th' pipe an' this time he blew out rings what formed th' surface o' th' sea. Through it aa smokey version o' 'imself dropped, chasin' after th' fishmen what took Anders an' Shella. Paladin, Zhent, an' Skerrin plungin' in after. When th' scene played out he continued, "We might be needin' t' hire a crew fer th' ship too as we plan t' go after somethin' fair dangerous next." Falco took one more leisurely drag from th' pipe an' exhaled some languid squares what formed a room. Inside th' room were 'is crew an' opposite 'em were Xolec an' 'is fairies. "Ye look like ye know many great things Lord Vorn, an' it be plain t' see ye wield considerable power." Falco motioned broadly at 'is surroundin's. "I think I'd like t' be friends." Falco put on 'is best Hin smile o' gleamin' teeth, cheek dimples, an' twinklin' eyes. Always keep th' worst ones closest, jus' like with Kreb. Make 'em think yer alike an' they'll tell ye things.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3   Here   Saving Throws: Free Action: Insight on Vorn: 15 Move: Action: Light pipe of remembrance with druidcraft; Performance: 12 Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Woe X2, Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 45/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [X][X][ ] Level 3: [ ][ ] Wild Shape: [X][ ] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 bottle of Granny Peth’s Nervous Drops, 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 intown 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]

I've got whozits and whatzits galore... "You are welcome. We were not going to let you have all the fun. By the by, the new Captain knows you are safe and is waiting." Tempest smiled at Fela when she came up short and did not embrace the Siren in her enthusiasm of being reunited with everyone. She gave the paladin a knowing look with a touch of a raised brow when she said 'new Captain'. The red eyes of the spiders watching them, or in particular maybe even her, put her ill at ease. This was a curious feeling for Tempest, finding the attention she received earlier in Saltmarsh rather enjoyable. These 'eyes', though, were not ….natural, and they felt cold to her. In a lower voice, as they walked toward the door, she asked. "Do you think the spiders are 'alive' like whatever is below us, Falco Star-navigator?" There was no real time for answers as they were ushered through the strange door that opened upwards. The Siren was fascinated with this underworld-underdark with living lightning and unnerving metal spiders that glistened beautifully with glowing ruby-red eyes. Unfortunately she also understood what Briony was about to say - how will they get back up? Their Host ought to offer a return trip, but so far they do not have the same polite culture as the Surface-people. Without a book or story to go on, Tempest followed along, seeing that Bingle adjusted instantly with Gary. The others may understand how to navigate this situation much better than she, but she does learn quickly. Tempest did not reach for her shield or her weapon before ducking through the archway. Right now, as much as it pained her, she was going to take everything in this strange chamber with the well-tailored, fish-belly-white haired Elf who is as gray as a passing drizzle-cloud. The Siren, everso blue and lovely herself, brushed her hair back once again, over her pointed ear, and fussed with a narrow braid as she made her observations with a casual air about her. Never staring at their Host, she noted his pleasurable visage and the smoothness of his voice. He reminded her of herself to some degree. The flash of a smile, the finery of him - this wasn't a glowingly beautiful, gentle Tiefling. This was someone who had the upper hand as so many nobles do. The glowing circles, the work-spiders, the strange Goblin at a workstation was intriguing. But was that a giant tank to their side? Tempest shifted her weight and focused on what Falco was explaining. As much as she wanted to nudge Fela or Bingle, that would be obvious and cause a distraction. Therefore, the blue Elven-esque Siren continued to be curious and polite, giving Lord Vron the attention he may be expecting. Supporting Falco, she added in her melodious voice. "I have no doubt, Lord Vron, if you have the ship, and it is seaworthy, then we can negotiate a delightful trade."

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 45/45 | 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: 4/4 | Level 2 Left: 1/3 | Level 3 Left: 1/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Gust of Wind (Lvl 2), Water Walk (ritual), Spiritual Guardians (3rd), Spiritual Weapon (2nd), Sending (3rd) 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: 2/3 (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, Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes: [color=magenta][b][tt=Kissed by Creativity - Last one spent. No more left. [hr][/hr]Magic Items Prayer Beads: (1) Wind Walking, (1) Smiting, (2) Cure Wounds (2nd level) or Lesser Restoration, (1) Blessing Potions: Polymorph (1)

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Left of Fela Reaction: Action: Being attentive and checkin' things out, like the tank and STUFF. Perception roll of 26. Insight on Lord Vron: 14 Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Other:

[ptwiddle]

Fela, floundering far from her source "The spiders? They're just magic-machines, they couldn't be -- wait, that lightning down there is alive?" This place was creepy and strange enough already without pondering that flickers of energy could be alive, and it only made Fela want to stay closer to her crew. She felt woefully unprepared for this, unsure what they were doing here; it all felt like a terrible mistake and a distraction from their goals that it couldn't possibly end well and Briony was up there and why hadn't she kissed her before she left? She envies Falco's purpose -- his north star of finding his old ship, his star map showing her the way -- as her own compass and guidance is far up above, and would probably have her crush and destroy all this rather than walk in to make a deal with it. Entering the Lord Vorn's chambers, there are more mechanical spiders and other enchanted distractions, but Fela's stuck on the Lord himself -- an elf, but pale, just enough of her lessons linger to know that he must be a Drow, but nothing particularly useful about them or their culture lingers. But he's a Lord, and she knows Lords, so she approaches the chamber, kneels briefly but deeply with a "Fela Markwig: Springer. Your grace." the last apologetic as she rises and draws back to stay close to the others, as much to be close to stop them from doing any mischief as to be close to protect them from any threats. Falco seems much more comfortable, packing his pipe, and he's the one with the most to gain, so Fela lets him speak first, but follows up after. "In addition to the ship, we're hoping we might trade. At the small level -- you clearly have a way with magic: do you have some artifacts we might find useful? We have several that you might be able to make more use of than we can..." pulling out Xendrose's sword, and the infiltrator's key from the dragon's hoard. "But more importantly -- information. We travel from different parts of the world, and an exchange of news and information might be useful to us both. The image of those taken by the Sahuagin -- we're after them, taken as a part of a plot by The Black Eye, who has been harvesting something from the Feywild for their own purposes -- Nexa Banishae?" Fela watches Vorn's face closely as she drops the names, looking for any trace of reaction or recognition. "If the Black Eye's plots have reached as deep as the Sahuagin, they may have reached deeper still to your ears. And you might have interest in these plots, or others on the surface, that we could fill you in on..." It made her uneasy -- offering to give weapons and tools of theft to a drow, dropping these names to him -- but following her instincts would just undermine everything Falco had just said. They were far from the surface and the order and goodness of Saliber and the Watchers, and much closer to the world of her itinerant hin. As she draws back at speaking she can't help but look questionly at Falco, her face a plea for reassurance. Am I doing this right?

Actions, etc. Dice Persuasion -- trade magic items/information: d20+7 (7)+7 Total = 14 Dice Insight -- do The Black Eye or Nexa Banishae mean anything to him?: d20-1 (6)-1 Total = 5 Aura of Protection: +4 to saves for Fela and any friendlies within 10'   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 52/52 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: 2/4 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: 30/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: 2/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, Inflitrator's Key, DM Inspiration: NO Heal Potions: 1, from Tumble Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Nyssa's Can keep watch all long restWatchdogwood Petals, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, Magic +1Xendrose's Sword, +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 Gary is a sour fart, but sour farts deserve to be happy too, and do things they like. Her village at home is deeply populated by sour farts, and they more than anyone else do whatever they please and tell sassy dissenters to get bonked. Even though he doesn't like anything, Bingle stubbornly believes he is essentially nice, after all he recognized her manners, and he didn't get the big spider to kill them, and he is old. Old people are infuriating but mostly not evil. Bingle feels pity for Lrod Vorn too. In Jelbi Gimble's most secret of book collections, unknown to all but just the three girl gnomes, there was a novel of romance and mystery called In The Dark No One Shall Be Left Alone, which ambiguous title could have referred to the handsome vampires and lonely, interesting villains that tormented solitary travelers in the valley where the book was set, or could have referred to the fact that none of the best vampires, while tortured hermits, ever managed to escape from romantic encounters with the interesting villains. So, no one shall be left alone from being attacked by evil, and no evil shall be left alone from being romantically entangled. A tome to be read aloud, in a hollow tree, at night, in bright moonshadow. Immediately Bingle sees Lrod Vron, her imagination fueled by the tales of Jelbi Gimble's secret library, she remembers Xolec. Lrod Vron is a slaver, a drow, entirely evil. And yet, subject to the will and power of this Lady Mlezzi'Ir. Sad. Xolec is a vampire, a gnome-murderer, evil. And yet, subject to the will and power of the Lady Banishae. Sad. Lrod Vorn *seems fine.* Look at all the gnome siht on his deks, and the manners! Ipmeccalbe. His melodious tenor, with Xolec's melodious baritone... she can almost hear the squeaky urgent voice of Jelbi Gimble in her head: THEY. SHOULD. MEET. Bingle now has two objectives, apart from the obvious ones (survive the nat tarp, get the Duskmaiden, learn magic) and those are to matchmake and liberate (#xolorn, #freegary, #inthedarknooneshallbeleftalone). Could the secondary be accomplished en route to the primary? She dismounts from the spider with a polite bow (hands behind back, eyes closed, nose to toes), and thanks him earnestly for the information. She sends a message straight into his head, trying to be the most private: If you seek feredom, nad tehre is a way we can hlep you ecsape from sevridute, pelase cosnider us your cosnpitaros in lirebatino. With that she asks him aloud to please wait for them, because in the landscape that is now developing, even this gritty old grump seems more homey and safe than what's behind that door. With Falco and Tempest and Fela all negotiating with and greeting the Lrod, Bingle and Banx do a nice bow, but then they take advantage of the tendency of big folk not to pay much attention to small folk, and snooch around toward the goblin at the table. Alchemy! She is also an alchemist! And Banx can porbalby learn something too. "Hello, I am Bingle Curiosa Wildwander of the Undine Mouth," she says quietly, not to interrupt the main proceedings, and bowing very correctly for a third time in five minutes. "And this is my associate, Banx Curiosa Tosscobble, also of the Undine Mouth. These are our familiars, Sassafras and Harlan. We are very pleased to meet you, and would be quite interested to learn what you are working on. Perhaps we could share some ideas that we have as well, and learn from each other. Don't worry about being evil. We are also very evil."

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action: Message to Gary. Roll around to the goblin and check him out. What's he wroking on? She wants to say something intelligent about it. Dice Roll: d20+4 (18)+4 Total = 22 And insight on him. Is he also an "employee"? Dice Roll: d20+4 (12)+4 Total = 16 Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Concentrating: Harlan's Action: Sit on shoulder and be pert.

ۜ\(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 39/39 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:4/4 Pact 1/1 2nd:2/3 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 511 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 2 Oil of Slipperiness Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic