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Modred Mistdragoon 4th-level human Magic-User (Magician):S-06 (-1), I-15 (+1), W-13(+1), D-16 (+2), C-18 (+3), Ch-13 (+1); AL-L; AC: 7; HP 21/24; Dmg 1d4 -1(melee) or 1d4 (Thrown); MV 120’ (40’); speaks common, kobold, alignment tongue; Weapons: silver dagger, 12 normal daggers, Memorized Spells: level 1: Sleep x2 Level 2 Levitate, Knock As the pungent aroma of his tea fills the space, Modred savors the last sip from his cup, the warmth spreading comfortingly through him. With practiced movements, he sets the empty cup aside and prepares to pour himself another. "As always, I trust your instincts," he says, addressing Sheela with a warm smile before focusing on the task at hand. Pouring himself another cup of the fragrant black root tea, Modred continues to listen attentively to the conversation unfolding around him, his mind already turning to the preparations for their upcoming voyage.

Allen followed his companions down the steps, holding his lantern aloft to illuminate the expansive chamber. A low whistle escaped his lips as he took in the size of the room. "This is the biggest we have found," he remarked, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. His attention was drawn to the center of the room, where a massive hole had been smashed into the floor. A rusty tripod stood over it, with a block and tackle suspended from its frame, its rope disappearing into the abyss below. "Look, somebody has been here recently. I bet this is the entrance to the Barrow Maze," Allen observed, noting the signs of recent activity. As the rest of his companions filtered into the room, some appeared eager to descend into the hole. "Wait, let's search this room first before we start to make our way down," Allen cautioned, his tone marked by a newfound sense of wariness. "I think one of us warriors should go down first in case there is trouble." OOC: Allen will start to search the room for anything of value, he will look at the walls floor, and roof of the mound to see if there are any markings or secret compartments or other furniture.

I agree though I haven't played much C&C

the only thing I do not like about Basic Fantasy AC system ( And this is because I am a fan of 3rd /3.5 AC) is the fact that no armor is AC 11 not 10 and that Armor does not add to the base ac of 10 it gives you x AC

Valandil's senses are heightened as he approaches the coffin, a palpable sense of malevolence weighing heavily in the air. The oppressive aura of the room sends shivers down his spine, but he remains steadfast, his resolve unwavering. Pausing for a few moments to gather his courage, Valandil reaches into the coffin with a steady hand. His fingers brush against the sword's hilt, but he hesitates, a sense of caution staying his hand. Instead, he opts to retrieve the paper tucked into the hilt, curious about its contents. With a careful motion, Valandil extracts the paper and unfolds it, his eyes scanning the paper for information. His expression remains composed, betraying little of the unease he feels in such darkness. As he looks at the paper, his mind races with possibilities, seeking to unravel the secrets held within.

Did we miss any good loot in the general store?

Passing the hill and the standing stone dedicated to Nergal felt like stepping into another world as if the mists had parted to reveal a sacred site. The next burial mound over was adorned with smaller standing stones, some barely a few feet high, scattered across the hill every few dozen feet, with some obscured by marsh grass. Allen could almost discern a trail leading towards the mound. As the group drew closer to the mound, it appeared as if fingers of bone were protruding from the ground, as if trying to crush the entrance to this particular burial mound. Listening to the conversation around him, Allen retrieved another bottle of lamp oil from his pack. He filled the lantern and lit it, readying himself to enter the mound. With his shield at the ready and the lantern held firmly in his weapon hand, he responded to Tharnakalian's question, "We will not know the answer to that until we get inside." Surveying the skulls and bones scattered around, he remarked, "I have no idea. One skull to me looks pretty much like another." As they approached the entrance of the tomb, Allen fell into step behind Zaivie and Dougal. "This whole place is heavy with the oppression of the undead," he observed solemnly. "Perhaps we can find the source and put a stop to it once and for all. But to do that, we must enter the Maze."

Modred Mistdragoon 4th-level human Magic-User (Magician):S-06 (-1), I-15 (+1), W-13(+1), D-16 (+2), C-18 (+3), Ch-13 (+1); AL-L; AC: 7; HP 21/24; Dmg 1d4 -1(melee) or 1d4 (Thrown); MV 120’ (40’); speaks common, kobold, alignment tongue; Weapons: silver dagger, 12 normal daggers, Memorized Spells: level 1: Sleep x2 Level 2 Levitate, Knock As the food and ale are delivered to the table, Modred reaches into the folds of his robes and produces a worn pouch of the softest leather. With deft movements, he dips a spoon into the pouch, scooping out a spoonful of ground Dark Root. Carefully, he adds it to the teapot, stirring it in before replacing the top. "My only concern is that once we get the treasure on board, they will renege on their deal and take it all," Modred voices his apprehension, his expression serious as he pours himself a cup of black root tea from the prepared pot. He sets the pot down, inviting his companions to share their thoughts. "Do you trust this captain?" he queries, his gaze shifting from one face to another as he sips his tea.

As the trio skulked through the long-ruined building, there was a purpose to their journey, and it was soon realized, for before them stood the armory and vault. Nobody had been here in years; cobwebs and dust clung heavily to everything. Jouka began to search for suitable weapons and settled on a flail. In the hands of a man, it would have taken two hands, but for the Blue Giant, he easily hefted it in one and secured it to a wide steel and leather belt he found lying on the ground. Next, the Beast Master moved to a set of pikes. The wicked-looking spearhead was an ancient design. This weapon would serve as a spear for Jouka, though in the hands of a man, it would have been used differently. The Andrak that seemed to have bonded with Jouka paced back and forth at the entryway into the armory, clearly impatient with its bonded companion. The Blue Giant spent a few more moments collecting gear that would aid them in their travels, mostly camping gear and other necessities for an adventurer. Once he had equipped himself, he rejoined the others and addressed Balathu, "Your master is my master’s liege Lord?"

Roryb, Thanks for continuing to teach me the game. I wish I could get into a game in RL I think it would help me grasp the concepts much faster lol. I bought the rule book, a set of dice, and a set of fate tokens. The dice and tokens are still in the blister pack lol.

I updated my character sheet with the burb about the force from the star wars Fate thingie we are using hopefully it will remind me about all that stuff in the future

then that roll is a +3 I have +2 in Deception will all my Force powers be based on Deception or the abilities in the +2 category?

Modred Mistdragoon 4th-level human Magic-User (Magician):S-06 (-1), I-15 (+1), W-13(+1), D-16 (+2), C-18 (+3), Ch-13 (+1); AL-L; AC: 7; HP 21/24; Dmg 1d4 -1(melee) or 1d4 (Thrown); MV 120’ (40’); speaks common, kobold, alignment tongue; Weapons: silver dagger, 12 normal daggers, Memorized Spells: level 1: Sleep x2 Level 2 Levitate, Knock As the barmaid approaches, already anticipating their needs, Modred offers a warm smile in response. "Ah, perfect timing. A pitcher of ale and some food for my companions and I, if you please," he requests, handing her the gold crown from his pouch to settle the tab. "Also, could you bring me a teapot filled with hot water and an empty mug?" he adds before she can depart, ensuring he has all he needs for a comforting cup of tea. With the barmaid attending to their requests, Modred turns his attention to their companions gathered around the table. "What news from the Docks?" he inquires, his tone casual yet curious, eager to hear any updates or developments that may have occurred in their absence. Allen takes a seat next to his employer and waits for his meal.

The sudden appearance of Imperials gave Amon pause. The Jedi Master had not expected them to have as much of a presence in Night City as on the surface. "After all, the Dark Sun crime syndicate mostly controlled the undercity." His thoughts were broken up by the imperial officer standing before his group. “Your data, please,” the sallow bald official demanded with an outstretched hand. “Now, if you would.” The Jedi master began to rummage through his outer garment in a fake attempt to locate his data stick. His modified clone trooper armor was visible to those around him as he searched. Amon suddenly seems to remember where it is and sort of quickly waves his hand toward the gathered imperials. “Ah, I have given it to you already and you just cleared us.” OOC: Goiong to try and use a Jedi Mind trick on them to get past this situation My will is +0 so I need to make a will check and beat a +2 correct?

Visibly disappointed by the refusal of a loan, Allen leaned on the counter, his expression reflecting his frustration. "Does your contact pay better than Turgen?" he inquired, his tone tinged with a hint of skepticism. Despite the setback, he remained determined to find a solution that would enable him to continue his pursuit of wealth and adventure.