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Broxatla Zuberi (Chultan Artificer 3)

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AC: 16 (18 Shield) |  HP: 27/27 |  Passive Perception: +11 | FeaturesMagical Tinkering x | ○ | ○
- mint odor on scarf
Artificer Infusions x | x
- Returning on yklwa
- Rope of Climbing on rope

The Right Tool for the Job

With thieves’ tools or artisan’s tools in hand, you can magically create one set of artisan’s tools in an unoccupied space within 5 feet of you. This creation requires 1 hour of uninterrupted work, which can coincide with a short or long rest. Though the product of magic, the tools are nonmagical, and they vanish when you use this feature again.

Battle Ready

You gain proficiency with martial weapons and when you attack with a magic weapon, you can use your Intelligence modifier, instead of Strength or Dexterity modifier, for the attack and damage rolls.

Steel Defender
Beeble the Brass Badass | SpellcastingMay cast rituals of Artificer spells

Prepared spells:
Booming Blade/Lightning Lure

Absorb Elements
Detect Magic (R)
False Life
Heroism
Shield
Tasha's Caustic Brew | Conditions: Exhausted 1

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Spells: ○ ○ (1st) | (2nd) | (3rd)

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Day 21/22

Preparations to leave camp take little time for Brox. He'd left Port Nyanzaru travelling light and the intervening time had hardly offered opportunity to load up on anything notable. With the bow, shield and pack properly shouldered, and the yklwa close at hand, he lingers close while the others say their goodbyes. It is likely that these people will never see one another again, given the nature of the trek they are about to undertake, but life is nothing without hope so he doesn't let the dark cloud of doubt linger overmuch on his observations.

The quiet nature of the trek away from camp shifts notably once their own small camp is made. After time spent alongside Brigg, finding people with a willingness to speak at length is a blessing. Brox keeps up with the conversation easily, offering detailed information about his past in Port Nyanzaru while tents are pitched and fires arranged. His childhood in the temple of Gond, his various interests in music and mates, all put on display without hesitation. When music is made he provides his own, breaking out the oud to accompany the others. For the first time in weeks he feels a lightness to his soul and it takes the arrival of the thunder lizards to remind him that he is not in the safety of a city tavern.

"Beauty and savagery, a flip of a coin. We were fortunate today."

Day 23

The battle brings out a different side in Brox. Happy, still, but focused on the task. He is quick to join the fray, and put on display for the first time in the way he and the metal man function in a fight. He doesn't speak, and Beeble seems incapable of it, but Brox uses a series of whistles and clicks to direct the man during the scrap. Charging in, Brox throws the yklwa as one of the pterafolk draws near and with a twist of his wrist the weapon wrenches free and leaps back to his hand. Two sharp whistles sends Beeble lunging forward as Brox drops to a slide, the metal man interposing an arm into the arc of the creatures reprisal on Brox as he drives the weapon up toward the pterafolk as it leaps by. The yklwa hums with a surge of electric energy, little jolts racing toward the tip as it seeks purchase in the creature's flesh. The shield sweeps a second arm aside and a click of Brox's tongue against his teeth sends Beeble forward with a thrashing swipe, the internals buzzing and whirring as unseen force compliments the blow. Hammering the creature into the dirt, Beeble follows up with a stomp to bring stillness to their foe.

As the group accepts Artus and his companion into their ranks, Brox becomes less boisterous. Doing nothing to interfere with Cyrienne's efforts to make the newcomer's feel welcome, he watches them from across the fire with curiosity. Foreigners are not unknown to him, and while he welcomed the ousting of those in power years ago he doesn't innately distrust them like many in Port Nyanzaru. Still, something about this man puts his teeth on edge in the way that foreign treasure hunters seeking to plunder his homeland often did. While Artus may not be trouble it clearly follows closely in his wake. It doesn't take long for Brox's suspicions to be confirmed.

Day 24

For the first time, as the group crouches in the blind, Brox is as silent as his metal companion. He keeps a tight grip on the bow, an arrow knocked and ready to fly, but he concedes to the groups better sense and lets the situation pass by. His concern about Artus' presence darkens his features as he listens to the others discuss. It is unlikely in his mind that they would cast the man out on his own, given the little he's experienced of them, but the increased risk of being hunted for another man's crimes does nag at his mind.

"I know of these Red Wizards through stories alone, but what I've heard paints a grim picture. I'd like to think if I were from your land I would also have made an enemy of them." As the crew beds down again, Brox offers for the first time to try and scare up food. It is clear from his description of his time in the city and his manner of speech that any knowledge of the wilderness he has is likely academic in nature, rather than practical in application. Still, he has a bow and a steady hand to draw it. Returning late in the evening, laden with a fine catch, he then takes time to lay out a length of rope and spends the waning hours of the day putting tools to work on it under Beeble's watchful gaze.

Day 25

"I grew up in a temple so climbing isn't exactly in my wheelhouse. Still, I have something for this." Dumping the pack onto the ground, Brox draws that same length of coiled rope from earlier out of the bag. The adjustments he's made, thin lines of metal wire threaded into the fabric weaves, give it a sheen but when he snaps it tight between his hands it goes rigid. With a bit of guidance he is able to maneuver it up along the side of the cliff and a few deft twists of the wrist causes it to coil up around a jutting rock. It's magic in every sense of the word, but it carries an odd affectation to it that seems much in line with that which animates the metal man.

Even with the addition of the enhanced rope, Brox struggles with the ascent. As well as he performed in the fight a few days prior, it becomes rapidly clear that he is not well-versed in the necessary athleticism to make an easy climb of this. Sweat is slick on his forehead and his shoulders sag low as he makes the top with the others, coiling the rope slower than is needed in order to buy himself a bit of a break.

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Mechanics Action: Your action goes here. Bonus Action: Your action goes here. Move Action: Your action goes here. Item Interaction: Your action goes here. Beeble StatsMedium construct Armor Class: 15 (natural armor) Hit Points: 20 Speed: 40 ft. STR 14 (+2) DEX 12 (+1) CON 14 (+2) INT 4 (−3) WIS 10 (+0) CHA 6 (−2) Saving Throws: Dex +1 plus PB, Con +2 plus PB Skills: Athletics +2 plus PB, Perception +0 plus PB × 2 Damage Immunities: Poison Condition Immunities: Charmed, Exhausted, Poisoned Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 10 + (PB×2) Languages: Understands Common, Chultan, Sylvan Challenge: Proficiency Bonus (PB) equals your bonus Vigilant: The defender can’t be surprised. Actions Force-Empowered Rend: Melee Weapon Attack: your spell attack modifier to hit, reach 5 ft., one target you can see. Hit: 1d8 + PB force damage. Repair (3/Day): The magical mechanisms inside the defender restore 2d8 + PB hit points to itself or to one construct or object within 5 feet of it. Reaction Deflect Attack: The defender imposes disadvantage on the attack roll of one creature it can see that is within 5 feet of it, provided the attack roll is against a creature other than the defender.

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Dice Rolls

Attack 1 Pterafolk

Broxatla Zuberi (Chultan Artificer 3)

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AC: 16 (18 Shield) |  HP: 27/27 |  Passive Perception: +11 | FeaturesMagical Tinkering x | ○ | ○
- mint odor on scarf
Artificer Infusions x | x
- Returning on yklwa
- Rope of Climbing on rope

The Right Tool for the Job

With thieves’ tools or artisan’s tools in hand, you can magically create one set of artisan’s tools in an unoccupied space within 5 feet of you. This creation requires 1 hour of uninterrupted work, which can coincide with a short or long rest. Though the product of magic, the tools are nonmagical, and they vanish when you use this feature again.

Battle Ready

You gain proficiency with martial weapons and when you attack with a magic weapon, you can use your Intelligence modifier, instead of Strength or Dexterity modifier, for the attack and damage rolls.

Steel Defender
Beeble the Brass Badass | SpellcastingMay cast rituals of Artificer spells

Prepared spells:
Booming Blade/Lightning Lure

Absorb Elements
Detect Magic (R)
False Life
Heroism
Shield
Tasha's Caustic Brew | Conditions: None

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Spells: ○ ○ (1st) | (2nd) | (3rd)

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Day 21/22

Preparations to leave camp take little time for Brox. He'd left Port Nyanzaru travelling light and the intervening time had hardly offered opportunity to load up on anything notable. With the bow, shield and pack properly shouldered, and the yklwa close at hand, he lingers close while the others say their goodbyes. It is likely that these people will never see one another again, given the nature of the trek they are about to undertake, but life is nothing without hope so he doesn't let the dark cloud of doubt linger overmuch on his observations.

The quiet nature of the trek away from camp shifts notably once their own small camp is made. After time spent alongside Brigg, finding people with a willingness to speak at length is a blessing. Brox keeps up with the conversation easily, offering detailed information about his past in Port Nyanzaru while tents are pitched and fires arranged. His childhood in the temple of Gond, his various interests in music and mates, all put on display without hesitation. When music is made he provides his own, breaking out the oud to accompany the others. For the first time in weeks he feels a lightness to his soul and it takes the arrival of the thunder lizards to remind him that he is not in the safety of a city tavern.

"Beauty and savagery, a flip of a coin. We were fortunate today."

Day 23

The battle brings out a different side in Brox. Happy, still, but focused on the task. He is quick to join the fray, and put on display for the first time in the way he and the metal man function in a fight. He doesn't speak, and Beeble seems incapable of it, but Brox uses a series of whistles and clicks to direct the man during the scrap. Charging in, Brox throws the yklwa as one of the pterafolk draws near and with a twist of his wrist the weapon wrenches free and leaps back to his hand. Two sharp whistles sends Beeble lunging forward as Brox drops to a slide, the metal man interposing an arm into the arc of the creatures reprisal on Brox as he drives the weapon up toward the pterafolk as it leaps by. The yklwa hums with a surge of electric energy, little jolts racing toward the tip as it seeks purchase in the creature's flesh. The shield sweeps a second arm aside and a click of Brox's tongue against his teeth sends Beeble forward with a thrashing swipe, the internals buzzing and whirring as unseen force compliments the blow. Hammering the creature into the dirt, Beeble follows up with a stomp to bring stillness to their foe.

As the group accepts Artus and his companion into their ranks, Brox becomes less boisterous. Doing nothing to interfere with Cyrienne's efforts to make the newcomer's feel welcome, he watches them from across the fire with curiosity. Foreigners are not unknown to him, and while he welcomed the ousting of those in power years ago he doesn't innately distrust them like many in Port Nyanzaru. Still, something about this man puts his teeth on edge in the way that foreign treasure hunters seeking to plunder his homeland often did. While Artus may not be trouble it clearly follows closely in his wake. It doesn't take long for Brox's suspicions to be confirmed.

Day 24

For the first time, as the group crouches in the blind, Brox is as silent as his metal companion. He keeps a tight grip on the bow, an arrow knocked and ready to fly, but he concedes to the groups better sense and lets the situation pass by. His concern about Artus' presence darkens his features as he listens to the others discuss. It is unlikely in his mind that they would cast the man out on his own, given the little he's experienced of them, but the increased risk of being hunted for another man's crimes does nag at his mind.

"I know of these Red Wizards through stories alone, but what I've heard paints a grim picture. I'd like to think if I were from your land I would also have made an enemy of them." As the crew beds down again, Brox offers for the first time to try and scare up food. It is clear from his description of his time in the city and his manner of speech that any knowledge of the wilderness he has is likely academic in nature, rather than practical in application. Still, he has a bow and a steady hand to draw it. Returning late in the evening, laden with a fine catch, he then takes time to lay out a length of rope and spends the waning hours of the day putting tools to work on it under Beeble's watchful gaze.

Day 25

"I grew up in a temple so climbing isn't exactly in my wheelhouse. Still, I have something for this." Dumping the pack onto the ground, Brox draws that same length of coiled rope from earlier out of the bag. The adjustments he's made, thin lines of metal wire threaded into the fabric weaves, give it a sheen but when he snaps it tight between his hands it goes rigid. With a bit of guidance he is able to maneuver it up along the side of the cliff and a few deft twists of the wrist causes it to coil up around a jutting rock. It's magic in every sense of the word, but it carries an odd affectation to it that seems much in line with that which animates the metal man.

Even with the addition of the enhanced rope, Brox struggles with the ascent. As well as he performed in the fight a few days prior, it becomes rapidly clear that he is not well-versed in the necessary athleticism to make an easy climb of this. Sweat is slick on his forehead and his shoulders sag low as he makes the top with the others, coiling the rope slower than is needed in order to buy himself a bit of a break.

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Mechanics Action: Your action goes here. Bonus Action: Your action goes here. Move Action: Your action goes here. Item Interaction: Your action goes here. Beeble StatsMedium construct Armor Class: 15 (natural armor) Hit Points: 20 Speed: 40 ft. STR 14 (+2) DEX 12 (+1) CON 14 (+2) INT 4 (−3) WIS 10 (+0) CHA 6 (−2) Saving Throws: Dex +1 plus PB, Con +2 plus PB Skills: Athletics +2 plus PB, Perception +0 plus PB × 2 Damage Immunities: Poison Condition Immunities: Charmed, Exhausted, Poisoned Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 10 + (PB×2) Languages: Understands Common, Chultan, Sylvan Challenge: Proficiency Bonus (PB) equals your bonus Vigilant: The defender can’t be surprised. Actions Force-Empowered Rend: Melee Weapon Attack: your spell attack modifier to hit, reach 5 ft., one target you can see. Hit: 1d8 + PB force damage. Repair (3/Day): The magical mechanisms inside the defender restore 2d8 + PB hit points to itself or to one construct or object within 5 feet of it. Reaction Deflect Attack: The defender imposes disadvantage on the attack roll of one creature it can see that is within 5 feet of it, provided the attack roll is against a creature other than the defender.

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Dice Rolls

Attack 1 Pterafolk

Broxatla Zuberi (Chultan Artificer 3)

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AC: 16 (18 Shield) |  HP: 27/27 |  Passive Perception: +11 | FeaturesMagical Tinkering x | ○ | ○
- mint odor on scarf
Artificer Infusions x | x
- Returning on yklwa
- Rope of Climbing on rope

The Right Tool for the Job

With thieves’ tools or artisan’s tools in hand, you can magically create one set of artisan’s tools in an unoccupied space within 5 feet of you. This creation requires 1 hour of uninterrupted work, which can coincide with a short or long rest. Though the product of magic, the tools are nonmagical, and they vanish when you use this feature again.

Battle Ready

You gain proficiency with martial weapons and when you attack with a magic weapon, you can use your Intelligence modifier, instead of Strength or Dexterity modifier, for the attack and damage rolls.

Steel Defender
Beeble the Brass Badass | SpellcastingMay cast rituals of Artificer spells

Prepared spells:
Booming Blade/Lightning Lure

Absorb Elements
Detect Magic (R)
False Life
Heroism
Shield
Tasha's Caustic Brew | Conditions: None

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Spells: ○ ○ (1st) | (2nd) | (3rd)

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Day 21/22

Preparations to leave camp take little time for Brox. He'd left Port Nyanzaru travelling light and the intervening time had hardly offered opportunity to load up on anything notable. With the bow, shield and pack properly shouldered, and the yklwa close at hand, he lingers close while the others say their goodbyes. It is likely that these people will never see one another again, given the nature of the trek they are about to undertake, but life is nothing without hope so he doesn't let the dark cloud of doubt linger overmuch on his observations.

The quiet nature of the trek away from camp shifts notably once their own small camp is made. After time spent alongside Brigg, finding people with a willingness to speak at length is a blessing. Brox keeps up with the conversation easily, offering detailed information about his past in Port Nyanzaru while tents are pitched and fires arranged. His childhood in the temple of Gond, his various interests in music and mates, all put on display without hesitation. When music is made he provides his own, breaking out the oud to accompany the others. For the first time in weeks he feels a lightness to his soul and it takes the arrival of the thunder lizards to remind him that he is not in the safety of a city tavern.

"Beauty and savagery, a flip of a coin. We were fortunate today."

Day 23

The battle brings out a different side in Brox. Happy, still, but focused on the task. He is quick to join the fray, and put on display for the first time in the way he and the metal man function in a fight. He doesn't speak, and Beeble seems incapable of it, but Brox uses a series of whistles and clicks to direct the man during the scrap. Charging in, Brox throws the yklwa as one of the pterafolk draws near and with a twist of his wrist the weapon wrenches free and leaps back to his hand. Two sharp whistles sends Beeble lunging forward as Brox drops to a slide, the metal man interposing an arm into the arc of the creatures reprisal on Brox as he drives the weapon up toward the pterafolk as it leaps by. The yklwa hums with a surge of electric energy, little jolts racing toward the tip as it seeks purchase in the creature's flesh. The shield sweeps a second arm aside and a click of Brox's tongue against his teeth sends Beeble forward with a thrashing swipe, the internals buzzing and whirring as unseen force compliments the blow. Hammering the creature into the dirt, Beeble follows up with a stomp to bring stillness to their foe.

As the group accepts Artus and his companion into their ranks, Brox becomes less boisterous. Doing nothing to interfere with Cyrienne's efforts to make the newcomer's feel welcome, he watches them from across the fire with curiosity. Foreigners are not unknown to him, and while he welcomed the ousting of those in power years ago he doesn't innately distrust them like many in Port Nyanzaru. Still, something about this man puts his teeth on edge in the way that foreign treasure hunters seeking to plunder his homeland often did. While Artus may not be trouble it clearly follows closely in his wake. It doesn't take long for Brox's suspicions to be confirmed.

Day 24

For the first time, as the group crouches in the blind, Brox is as silent as his metal companion. He keeps a tight grip on the bow, an arrow knocked and ready to fly, but he concedes to the groups better sense and lets the situation pass by. His concern about Artus' presence darkens his features as he listens to the others discuss. It is unlikely in his mind that they would cast the man out on his own, given the little he's experienced of them, but the increased risk of being hunted for another man's crimes does nag at his mind.

"I know of these Red Wizards through stories alone, but what I've heard paints a grim picture. I'd like to think if I were from your land I would also have made an enemy of them." As the crew beds down again, Brox offers for the first time to try and scare up food. It is clear from his description of his time in the city and his manner of speech that any knowledge of the wilderness he has is likely academic in nature, rather than practical in application. Still, he has a bow and a steady hand to draw it. Returning late in the evening, he takes time to lay out a length of rope and spends the waning hours of the day putting tools to work on it under Beeble's watchful gaze.

Day 25

"I grew up in a temple so climbing isn't exactly in my wheelhouse. Still, I have something for this." Dumping the pack onto the ground, Brox draws that same length of coiled rope from earlier out of the bag. The adjustments he's made, thin lines of metal wire threaded into the fabric weaves, give it a sheen but when he snaps it tight between his hands it goes rigid. With a bit of guidance he is able to maneuver it up along the side of the cliff and a few deft twists of the wrist causes it to coil up around a jutting rock. It's magic in every sense of the word, but it carries an odd affectation to it that seems much in line with that which animates the metal man.

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Mechanics Action: Your action goes here. Bonus Action: Your action goes here. Move Action: Your action goes here. Item Interaction: Your action goes here. Beeble StatsMedium construct Armor Class: 15 (natural armor) Hit Points: 20 Speed: 40 ft. STR 14 (+2) DEX 12 (+1) CON 14 (+2) INT 4 (−3) WIS 10 (+0) CHA 6 (−2) Saving Throws: Dex +1 plus PB, Con +2 plus PB Skills: Athletics +2 plus PB, Perception +0 plus PB × 2 Damage Immunities: Poison Condition Immunities: Charmed, Exhausted, Poisoned Senses: Darkvision 60 ft., Passive Perception 10 + (PB×2) Languages: Understands Common, Chultan, Sylvan Challenge: Proficiency Bonus (PB) equals your bonus Vigilant: The defender can’t be surprised. Actions Force-Empowered Rend: Melee Weapon Attack: your spell attack modifier to hit, reach 5 ft., one target you can see. Hit: 1d8 + PB force damage. Repair (3/Day): The magical mechanisms inside the defender restore 2d8 + PB hit points to itself or to one construct or object within 5 feet of it. Reaction Deflect Attack: The defender imposes disadvantage on the attack roll of one creature it can see that is within 5 feet of it, provided the attack roll is against a creature other than the defender.

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Dice Rolls

Attack 1 Pterafolk