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Decimus - Initiate of High Sorcery | Bladesinger Wizard | Human

AC: 13 | HP: 8/8 | Speed: 30 ft | Spell-casting: +5 / DC 13
Senses: Passive Perception 12, Insight 12, Investigation 15
STR: Score: -1
Athletics: -1 8 | DEXScore: +3
Acrobatics: +3
Stealth: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3: 16 | CONScore: 2: 14 | INTScore: +3
Arcana: +5
History: +5
Investigation: +5
Nature: +3
Religion: +5: 16 | WISScore: 0

Animal Handling: 0
Insight: +2
Medicine: 0
Perception: +2
Survival: 0: 10 | CHAScore: -1

Deception: -1
Intimidation: -1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1: 8 
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Primordial

FeatsWar Caster | Cantrips Blade Ward
Booming Blade
Green-Flame Blade | Level 1Expeditious Retreat
Magic Missile
Tensors Floating Disk
Tash's Hideous Laughter
Identify
Detect Magic
Comprehend Languages
Shield | 

Decimus adjusted the sakkat atop his head, leaning it back and allowing the moonlight to reveal his detached expression.  This had been a moment he had been both looking forward too, and dreading.  There were few things the wizard cherished more than his freedom, and becoming a Mage of High Sorcery felt like the kind of thing that would give him responsibilities.  He shuddered a little bit at the thought of it.  It was one thing to preach peace and love from his position as an initiate, there were no stakes involved, once he had that robe...Well, his word would carry a bit more weight, and that was kind of serious.  He brought a hand up to his rough beard and ran his index finger and thumb across his jawline in thought as he took in the monumental sight of the ritual site before him.  The Barb was truly a sight to behold, especially on this sacred night.  The three moons, all aligned vertically in the sky over the peak of the ancient tower, their light spilling from the cracks and holes in the masonry of the spire forming runes and pulsating as the magicks of the moons light were focused within.  The atmosphere seemed to bear down on him here, the air was thick with magic and he felt the power flow through his body with each breath, which meant he was starting to understand why the test would be held here.  Just the existence of such a powerful relic sent shivers down his spine, you would have to be a fool to gaze upon the stonework and the magics that were clearly at work here and not feel insignificant.  He smiled softly to himself and closed his eye, though the bright moonlight would not be stopped by such a thing.  He was doing the mages work for them by fueling his own anxieties here, too much thinking.  

Decimus jumped as a voice called out from beside him unexpectedly, his eye opening sharply, his head swiveling to his right to look at his new companion, only for a frown to cross his features as he saw nothing.  The genial voice spoke again before he realized it was coming down from below, and he tilted his head forward, his one eye catching the two soft blue eyes of the fellow wizard who was addressing him.  She was not wrong, he did indeed pity them.  His frown eased into a warm smile as she asked what his opinion of the matter was, her warm attitude easing his tension.

"If I had to guess, it looks like we're heading into the spooky tower, but hopefully they'll just see how tough we are and give us our robes" 

Decimus - Initiate of High Sorcery | Bladesinger Wizard | Human

AC: 13 | HP: 8/8 | Speed: 30 ft | Spell-casting: +5 / DC 13
Senses: Passive Perception 12, Insight 12, Investigation 15
STR: Score: -1
Athletics: -1 8 | DEXScore: +3
Acrobatics: +3
Stealth: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3: 16 | CONScore: 2: 14 | INTScore: +3
Arcana: +5
History: +5
Investigation: +5
Nature: +3
Religion: +5: 16 | WISScore: 0

Animal Handling: 0
Insight: +2
Medicine: 0
Perception: +2
Survival: 0: 10 | CHAScore: -1

Deception: -1
Intimidation: -1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1: 8 
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Primordial

FeatsWar Caster | Cantrips Blade Ward
Booming Blade
Green-Flame Blade | Level 1Expeditious Retreat
Magic Missile
Tensors Floating Disk
Tash's Hideous Laughter
Identify
Detect Magic
Comprehend Languages
Shield | 

Decimus adjusted the sakkat atop his head, leaning it back and allowing the moonlight to reveal his detached expression.  This had been a moment he had been both looking forward too, and dreading.  There were few things the wizard cherished more than his freedom, and becoming a Mage of High Sorcery felt like the kind of thing that would give him responsibilities.  He shuddered a little bit at the thought of it.  It was one thing to preach peace and love from his position as an initiate, there were no stakes involved, once he had that robe...Well, his word would carry a bit more weight, and that was kind of serious.  He brought a hand up to his rough beard and ran his index finger and thumb across his jawline in thought as he took in the monumental sight of the ritual site before him.  The Barb was truly a sight to behold, especially on this sacred night.  The three moons, all aligned vertically in the sky over the peak of the ancient tower, their light spilling from the cracks and holes in the masonry of the spire forming runes and pulsating as the magicks of the moons light were focused within.  The atmosphere seemed to bear down on him here, the air was thick with magic and he felt the power flow through his body with each breath, which meant he was starting to understand why the test would be held here.  Just the existence of such a powerful relic sent shivers down his spine, you would have to be a fool to gaze upon the stonework and the magics that were clearly at work here and not feel insignificant.  He smiled softly to himself and closed his eye, though the bright moonlight would not be stopped by such a thing.  He was doing the mages work for them by psyching himself out like this, too much thinking.  

Decimus jumped as a voice called out from beside him unexpectedly, his eye opening sharply, his head swiveling to his right to look at his new companion, only for a frown to cross his features as he saw nothing.  The genial voice spoke again before he realized it was coming down from below, and he tilted his head forward, his one eye catching the two soft blue eyes of the fellow wizard who was addressing him.  She was not wrong, he did indeed pity them.  His frown eased into a warm smile as she asked what his opinion of the matter was, her warm attitude easing his tension.

"If I had to guess, it looks like we're heading into the spooky tower, but hopefully they'll just see how tough we are and give us our robes" 

Decimus - Initiate of High Sorcery | Bladesinger Wizard | Human

AC: 13 | HP: 8/8 | Speed: 30 ft | Spell-casting: +5 / DC 13
Senses: Passive Perception 12, Insight 12, Investigation 15
STR: Score: -1
Athletics: -1 8 | DEXScore: +3
Acrobatics: +3
Stealth: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3: 16 | CONScore: 2: 14 | INTScore: +3
Arcana: +5
History: +5
Investigation: +5
Nature: +3
Religion: +5: 16 | WISScore: 0

Animal Handling: 0
Insight: +2
Medicine: 0
Perception: +2
Survival: 0: 10 | CHAScore: -1

Deception: -1
Intimidation: -1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1: 8 
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Primordial

FeatsWar Caster | Cantrips Blade Ward
Booming Blade
Green-Flame Blade | Level 1Expeditious Retreat
Magic Missile
Tensors Floating Disk
Tash's Hideous Laughter
Identify
Detect Magic
Comprehend Languages
Shield | 

Decimus adjusted the sakkat atop his head, leaning it back and allowing the moonlight to reveal his detached expression.  This had been a moment he had been both looking forward too, and dreading.  There were few things the wizard cherished more than his freedom, and becoming a Mage of High Sorcery felt like the kind of thing that would give him responsibilities.  He shuddered a little bit at the thought of it.  It was one thing to preach peace and love from his position as an initiate, there were no stakes involved, once he had that robe...Well, his word would carry a bit more weight, and that was kind of serious.  He brought a hand up to his rough beard and ran his index finger and thumb across his jawline in thought as he took in the monumental sight of the ritual site before him.  The Barb was truly a sight to behold, especially on this sacred night.  The three moons, all aligned vertically in the sky over the peak of the ancient tower, their light spilling from the cracks and holes in the masonry of the spire forming runes and pulsating as the magicks of the moons light were focused within.  The atmosphere seemed to bear down on him here, the air was thick with magic and he felt the power flow through his body with each breath, which meant he was starting to understand why the test would be held here.  Just the existence of such a powerful relic sent shivers down his spine, you would have to be a fool to gaze upon the stonework and the magics that were clearly at work here, and not feel insignificant.  He smiled softly to himself and closed his eye, though the bright moonlight would not be stopped by such a thing.  He was doing the mages work for them by psyching himself out like this, too much thinking.  

Decimus jumped as a voice called out from beside him unexpectedly, his eye opening sharply, his head swiveling to his right to look at his new companion, only for a frown to cross his features as he saw nothing.  The genial voice spoke again before he realized it was coming down from below, and he tilted his head forward, his one eye catching the two soft blue eyes of the fellow wizard who was addressing him.  She was not wrong, he did indeed pity them.  His frown eased into a warm smile as she asked what his opinion of the matter was, her warm attitude easing his tension.

"If I had to guess, it looks like we're heading into the spooky tower, but hopefully they'll just see how tough we are and give us our robes" 

Decimus - Initiate of High Sorcery | Bladesinger Wizard | Human

AC: 13 | HP: 8/8 | Speed: 30 ft | Spell-casting: +5 / DC 13
Senses: Passive Perception 12, Insight 12, Investigation 15
STR: Score: -1
Athletics: -1 8 | DEXScore: +3
Acrobatics: +3
Stealth: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3: 16 | CONScore: 2: 14 | INTScore: +3
Arcana: +5
History: +5
Investigation: +5
Nature: +3
Religion: +5: 16 | WISScore: 0

Animal Handling: 0
Insight: +2
Medicine: 0
Perception: +2
Survival: 0: 10 | CHAScore: -1

Deception: -1
Intimidation: -1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1: 8 
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Primordial

FeatsWar Caster | Cantrips Blade Ward
Booming Blade
Green-Flame Blade | Level 1Expeditious Retreat
Magic Missile
Tensors Floating Disk
Tash's Hideous Laughter
Identify
Detect Magic
Comprehend Languages
Shield | 

Decimus adjusted the sakkat atop his head, leaning it back and allowing the moonlight to reveal his detached expression.  This had been a moment he had been both looking forward too, and dreading.  There were few things the wizard cherished more than his freedom, and becoming a Mage of High Sorcery felt like the kind of thing that would give him responsibilities.  He shuddered a little bit at the thought of it.  It was one thing to preach peace and love from his position as an initiate, there were no stakes involved, once he had that robe...Well, his word would carry a bit more weight, and that was kind of serious.  He brought a hand up to his rough beard and ran his index finger and thumb across his jawline in thought as he took in the monumental sight of the ritual site before him.  The Barb was truly a sight to behold, especially on this sacred night, the three moons all aligned in the sky over the peak of the ancient tower, with the light spilling from the cracks and holes in the masonry of the spire forming runes and pulsating as the magicks of the moons were focused.  The atmosphere seemed to bear down on him here, the air was thick with magic and he felt the power flow through his body with each breath, which meant he was starting to understand why the test would be held here.  Just the existence of such a powerful relic sent shivers down his spine, you would have to be a fool to gaze upon the stonework and the magics that were clearly at work here, and not feel insignificant.  He smiled softly to himself and closed his eye, though the bright moonlight would not be stopped by such a thing.  He was doing the mages work for them by psyching himself out like this, too much thinking.  

Decimus jumped as a voice called out from beside him unexpectedly, his eye opening sharply, his head swiveling to his right to look at his new companion, only for a frown to cross his features as he saw nothing.  The genial voice spoke again before he realized it was coming down from below, and he tilted his head forward, his one eye catching the two soft blue eyes of the fellow wizard who was addressing him.  She was not wrong, he did indeed pity them.  His frown eased into a warm smile as she asked what his opinion of the matter was, her warm attitude easing his tension.

"If I had to guess, it looks like we're heading into the spooky tower, but hopefully they'll just see how tough we are and give us our robes" 

Decimus - Initiate of High Sorcery | Bladesinger Wizard | Human

AC: 13 | HP: 8/8 | Speed: 30 ft | Spell-casting: +5 / DC 13
Senses: Passive Perception 12, Insight 12, Investigation 15
STR: Score: -1
Athletics: -1 8 | DEXScore: +3
Acrobatics: +3
Stealth: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3: 16 | CONScore: 2: 14 | INTScore: +3
Arcana: +5
History: +5
Investigation: +5
Nature: +3
Religion: +5: 16 | WISScore: 0

Animal Handling: 0
Insight: +2
Medicine: 0
Perception: +2
Survival: 0: 10 | CHAScore: -1

Deception: -1
Intimidation: -1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1: 8 
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Primordial

FeatsWar Caster | Cantrips Blade Ward
Booming Blade
Green-Flame Blade | Level 1Expeditious Retreat
Magic Missile
Tensors Floating Disk
Tash's Hideous Laughter
Identify
Detect Magic
Comprehend Languages
Shield | 

Decimus adjusted the sakkat atop his head, leaning it back and allowing the moonlight to reveal his detached expression.  This had been a moment he had been both looking forward too, and dreading.  There were few things the wizard cherished more than his freedom, and becoming a Mage of High Sorcery felt like the kind of thing that would give him responsibilities.  He shuddered a little bit at the thought of it.  It was one thing to preach peace and love from his position as an initiate, there were no stakes involved, once he had that robe...Well, his word would carry a bit more weight, and that was kind of serious.  He brought a hand up to his rough beard and rand his index finger and thumb across his jawline in thought as he took in the monumental sight of the ritual site before him.  The Barb was truly a sight to behold, especially on this sacred night, the three moons all aligned in the sky over the peak of the ancient tower, with the light spilling from the cracks and holes in the masonry of the spire forming runes and pulsating as the magicks of the moons were focused.  The atmosphere seemed to bear down on him here, the air was thick with magic and he felt the power flow through his body with each breath, which meant he was starting to understand why the test would be held here.  Just the existence of such a powerful relic sent shivers down his spine, you would have to be a fool to gaze upon the stonework and the magics that were clearly at work here, and not feel insignificant.  He smiled softly to himself and closed his eye, though the bright moonlight would not be stopped by such a thing.  He was doing the mages work for them by psyching himself out like this, too much thinking.  

Decimus jumped as a voice called out from beside him unexpectedly, his eye opening sharply, his head swiveling to his right to look at his new companion, only for a frown to cross his features as he saw nothing.  The genial voice spoke again before he realized it was coming down from below, and he tilted his head forward, his one eye catching the two soft blue eyes of the fellow wizard who was addressing him.  She was not wrong, he did indeed pity them.  His frown eased into a warm smile as she asked what his opinion of the matter was, her warm attitude easing his tension.

"If I had to guess, it looks like we're heading into the spooky tower, but hopefully they'll just see how tough we are and give us our robes" 

Decimus - Initiate of High Sorcery | Bladesinger Wizard | Human

AC: 13 | HP: 8/8 | Speed: 30 ft | Spell-casting: +5 / DC 13
Senses: Passive Perception 12, Insight 12, Investigation 15
STR: Score: -1
Athletics: -1 8 | DEXScore: +3
Acrobatics: +3
Stealth: +3
Sleight of Hand: +3: 16 | CONScore: 2: 14 | INTScore: +3
Arcana: +5
History: +5
Investigation: +5
Nature: +3
Religion: +5: 16 | WISScore: 0

Animal Handling: 0
Insight: +2
Medicine: 0
Perception: +2
Survival: 0: 10 | CHAScore: -1

Deception: -1
Intimidation: -1
Performance: -1
Persuasion: -1: 8 
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Primordial

FeatsWar Caster | Cantrips Blade Ward
Booming Blade
Green-Flame Blade | Level 1Expeditious Retreat
Magic Missile
Tensors Floating Disk
Tash's Hideous Laughter
Identify
Detect Magic
Comprehend Languages
Shield | 

Decimus adjusted the sakkat atop his head, leaning it back and allowing the moonlight to reveal his detached expression.  This had been a moment he had been both looking forward too, and dreading.  There were few things the wizard cherished more than his freedom, and becoming a Mage of High Sorcery felt like the kind of thing that would give him responsibilities.  He shuddered a little bit at the thought of it.  It was one thing to preach peace and love from his position as an initiate, there were no stakes involved, once he had that robe...Well, his word would carry a bit more weight, and that was kind of serious.  He brought a hand up to his rough beard and rand his index finger and thumb across his jawline in thought as he took in the monumental sight of the ritual site before him.  The Barb was truly a sight to behold, especially on this sacred night, the three moons all aligned in the sky over the peak of the ancient tower, with the light spilling from the cracks and holes in the masonry of the spire forming runes and pulsating as the magicks of the moons were focused.  The atmosphere seemed to bear down on him here, the air was thick with magic and he felt the power flow through his body with each breath, which meant he was starting to understand why the test would be held here.  Just the existence of such a powerful relic sent shivers down his spine, you would have to be a fool to gaze upon the stonework and the magics that were clearly at work here, and not feel insignificant.  He smiled softly to himself and closed his eye, though the bright moonlight would not be stopped by such a thing.  He was doing the mages work for them by psyching himself out like this, too much thinking.  

Decimus jumped as a voice called out from beside him unexpectedly, his eye opening sharply, his head swiveling to his right to look at his new companion, only for a frown to cross his features as he saw nothing.  The genial voice spoke again before he realized it was coming down from below, and he tilted his head forward, his one eye catching the two soft blue eyes of the fellow wizard who was addressing him.  She was not wrong, he did indeed pity them.  His frown eased back into a warm smile as she asked what his opinion of the matter was, her warm attitude easing his tension.

"If I had to guess, it looks like we're heading into the spooky tower, but hopefully they'll just see how tough we are and give us our robes"