Chapter IV: On the Road

Amaryllis77 · October 13, 2023

IC

Rahnur Rhahlem

https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2720234

NG Half-Drow Fighter (Champion) Lvl 4 AC 15 HP 34/34 Speed 30 ft. PP 14

Ability Scores, Saves, and Skills

Str 8 (-1), Dex 18 (+4), Con 13 (+1), Int 12 (+1), Wis 14 (+2), Cha 14 (+2)
Strength Save: +1
Dexterity Save: +4; Acrobatics +6
Constitution Save: +3
Intelligence Save: +1
Wisdom Save: +2; Insight +4, Perception +4
Charisma Save: +2; Persuasion +4

Attack and Scores

2 Shortswords +6, 1d6+4; Longbow +8, 1d8+4, 150/300; Dagger +6, 1d4+4, 20/60

Class and Race Abilities

Darkvision: 60 ft.
Drow Magic (DC 12):
At will - Dancing LightsYou create up to four torch-sized lights within range, making them appear as torches, lanterns, or glowing orbs that hover in the air for the duration. You can also combine the four lights into one glowing vaguely humanoid form of Medium size. Whichever form you choose, each light sheds dim light in a 10-foot radius.

As a bonus action on your turn, you can move the lights up to 60 feet to a new spot within range. A light must be within 20 feet of another light created by this spell, and a light winks out if it exceeds the spell's range.
1/day - Faerie FireEach object in a 20-foot cube within range is outlined in blue, green, or violet light (your choice). Any creature in the area when the spell is cast is also outlined in light if it fails a Dexterity saving throw. For the duration, objects and affected creatures shed dim light in a 10-foot radius.

Any attack roll against an affected creature or object has advantage if the attacker can see it, and the affected creature or object can't benefit from being invisible.

Fey AncestryYou have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.

Fighting Style: Archery

Second Wind (Recharges After a Short or Long Rest)You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level.

Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.: 1d10+3

Action SurgeStarting at 2nd level, you can push yourself beyond your normal limits for a moment. On your turn, you can take one additional action.

Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again. Starting at 17th level, you can use it twice before a rest, but only once on the same turn.

“My words…” | ‘My thoughts…’| My Actions

Rahnur would give Leosin an apologetic smile, "You do good work. If there was protection for my loved ones, I would certainly consider it, especially when it takes me away for long periods of time or has me make use of my home," it did remind Rahnur that he needed to send a quick letter home. He gave Leosin a thankful smile, "Now if you excuse me."

Later on, he would obtain some paper to write a letter back home - noting to Loren he has a gift for her - before finding the nearest guildhall for woodcarvers, "I don't know if you can or if it will cost more, which I'm willing to do, but I am from Baldur's Gate and wished to pay my fees. I also wanted to see if you could also have a letter delivered?" he had placed the five gold down and had the extra gold along with the letter.

When the day of the festival begain, Rahnur's first instinct was try out the new sweets from the supposed Feywild. He realized he hadn't had anything sweet in quite a while, and the withdrawls seemed to be getting to him, "Anything extra sweet and how much?" he asked eagerly with his coin purse ready, "And by any chance you can share your recipes? My wife loves to bake and loves to try out new recipes." Rahnur doubt they would, but he was sure Loren would kill him if he didn't try.

Either way, he would be munching on his newfound sweet treasure when he would approach the archery competition. He blinked in curiosity before he noted his own bow and arrows. He didn't exactly follow Selune, but Rahnur was certainly not one to deny a blessing from one of Faerun's strongest' goddesses. "You can certainly sign me up!" he volunteered loudly.

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PhoenixSlayer · October 13, 2023

Theodoric | Aasimar Paladin 4

Theodoric remained quiet as his new allies decided on their loyalties between the Harpers and the Order and the mission was outlined. A caravan to Waterdeep - to home - infested by secret cultists, and they were to remain secretive as well.

He was not one who enjoyed being secretive. He was a man of open action. That, and he didn't exactly blend in well. Still, if it led to one of the leaders of the Cult of the Dragon, whom the others seemed familiar with, then it was a necessary evil.

He was disappointed to see that he was to be the only member joining the Order of the Gauntlet - even after the priest of Lathander had clearly been considering it. He did not necessarily need an ally alongside him in the Order - but he had a strong feeling that Richter would have joined, were he here. As the conversation turned to code names, he sighed outwardly, sharing Ontharr's sentiment with, "Our work is best done openly - both for the benefit of the commonfolk and to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies."

A codename would be of little use to him anyway. He was simply Theodoric. He had left his family name behind when he was chosen by Baldriel.

The Festival of the Companion

Theodoric was not unfamiliar with such festivities - they were a common occurrence in Waterdeep, after all. Still, this was the first time since his childhood that he came not as a guardian, but as a guest. He was surprised that even here in the mecca of just religion that the people would engage in such... frivolity. Still, part of him yearned for it, at least for today. Recent events weighed heavily on him. Perhaps he simply needed the distraction.

Out of everything offered, he was most drawn to the wrestling competition, as he had little interest in food past basic sustenance, nor was he a skilled archer, dancer, or artist. A test of strength, though, was something he felt confident about. He was surprised to find that the little goblin - Wendy, right? - was also heading towards the competition. Intrigued, he followed behind her.

She is either a fool, or has a plan. Given that she and the others have survived against the Cult... likely the latter.

He was expecting a spell of some kind that would increase her luck or muscle mass... he was not expecting her to shapeshift into a bear.

He had never wrestled a bear before. A first time for everything.

OOC

In addition to the basic rolls for WRASTLIN', I'll utilize my Channel Divinity - Conquering Presence to potentially give me an edge. Each creature within 30 ft. must make a Wisdom save - on a failed save a creature becomes frightened for 1 minute and can repeat the saving throw at the end of its turn.

Spektor · October 19, 2023

Daniella "Dani" Violette Claribel Rosznar II

Human Graviturgy Wizard (4)

AC: 12 | HP: 22/22 | PP: 15 | WS: 0/2 | Spell Slots1st: 4/4
2nd: 2/2 | Insp: ✅ | Languages: Common, Chondothan, Elvish, Draconic, Infernal

Daniella shared a bit of light conversation with some of the others at their meeting, as she had actually been feeling a bit social for once. Perhaps the wine was doing its wonderful work, or perhaps she was even warming up to some of these people considering she had essentially signed up to work with and for them for the foreseeable future. Whatever the reason, she hardly left her chair, and when she did, she never left her wine glass.

Later that evening, she stumbled to her room with a sway added to every movement. She did not even take the time to write down the night's events or scribble her usual notes on the assessment of her peers. Instead, she kicked off her heeled boots and plopped directly into the bed without so much as a fuss about the thread count of the sheets.

The next morning, the young lady Rosznar joined her allies in their walk to the festival. Clearly nursing a powerful headache, most of her speech involved little more than grunts, sighs, and the occasional complaint about the Companion's beaming light. Alas, a spot of tea had done her a bit of good and the caffeine's effects worked their magic as they arrived at the Festival. The event was meant to be a joyous one, and Daniella had quite literally decided to let her hair down. The long neatly-brushed, near-white locks laid lazily over her shoulders and cascaded down her back, nearly touching the curve of her rear in length. No matter the amount of fun she may have been planning to partake in, she still spared a few judgemental and repulsed glares for the refugees that loitered amongst the crowd. "Keep close eye on your belongings, lest they become someone else's property with a mere bump of a shoulder." She muttered while taking her own advice and clutching her bag closely.

With so many options for entertainment, it was no surprise that even Daniella found a few events that had piqued her interest. Most notably, she cast a keen eye towards the events that involved showy displays of her magic, wit, and beauty. She tested her intelligence against a Tressym that claimed to be 'Mystra's Chosen', as if such a thing were true. Imagine her surprise when she actually lost, although she would not admit it. The competition was obviously rigged; the last question was a matter of philosophy, not knowledge!

She flaunted her magic to the crowds and her ego swelled with their cheers -- or at least it would have, had she not chosen a spell that the crowds could not fathom the complexity of. The Wristpocket spell was experimental magic -- something that had never been seen before. How was she to know that the common folk would think her no more than a magician talented with sleight of hand. Ingrates!

Finally, she flaunted her training in the art of dance. Although, perhaps the most practiced movements of the Waterdhavian nobility that had been taught to her were not shown off to the proper audience. Or maybe it was that the dance was much more impressive when performed within a group instead of solo, where one could appreciate the choreography as a whole. She nearly decided to quit while she was ahead, mid-dance, as she felt a small twinge of embarrassment while imagining how foolish she must've looked. Yet, when she was declared as a finalist, a chest swelled with a flutter of excitement. How could she ever doubt herself? The dance of the Waterdhavian nobility would obviously be new and fascinating to these people.

OoC

I'll be doing the Tressym Trivia, the Special Spellwork, and the Daring Dance events!

Edited October 19, 2023 by Spektor (see edit history)

Lukenary · October 20, 2023

Aralim Empyrean (Human Cleric 1 / Sorcerer 3)

AC: 19 | HP: 28/28 | Passive Perception: 13 | Features | Conditions:

Spells: ○ ○ ○ ○ (1st) | ○ ○ ○ (2nd) | Sorcery: ○ ○ ○ (normal) | ○ ○ (metamagic)

Aralim grinned as the group made their way through the convivial streets of Elturel. He was in a buoyant mood; the Festival of the Companion was surely a celebration of the triumph of good over evil. He engaged with many people as they walked, especially children. He helped mothers with unruly toddlers, steering them back toward their parents. He told stories of adventure (including his own) to some of the older ones. He even knew not to engage when he wasn't wanted with the gangs of feral teenagers rampaging their way through the crowd. Overall, the young priest was thoroughly in his element.

Still, his hand kept creeping its way to the holy symbol on his chest. He thought about his request the previous evening to Leosin as to his Harper pin; he thought it an elegant solution. He asked for a moon pin to be designed to fit against the back side of his brass sunburst so that it could be released by a small catch. It would be hidden to even cursory examination, but when he needed it, it would be against his heart. Aralim liked the duality of sun and moon as well; he thought the Lord of the Morning would not mind the dual use. The moon brought light to darkness even as the dawn did; Selune's Tears must be because she couldn't banish the darkness entirely. Both Lathander and the Harpers dealt with duality and the border between dark and light, secrecy and truth, good and evil. But both stood up to be counted in the fight against darkness. On a practical note, he wondered if he might need to find a Gondian to get it right, but he figured that Leosin understood what he wanted and would arrange it accordingly.

Matinal, for its part, seemed to like the children, especially the young ones. But to be honest, the spark had rarely come out from behind the holy symbol when Aralim was outside. In fact, Matinal had given him the idea for the pin in the first place; a place for the spark to hide next to the Harp seemed a practical idea to the priest. But why was it hiding so much? Aralim tapped his chin as he looked upward, trying to figure out the puzzle.

There wasn't much time for contemplation though! He cheered his companions heartily at their entries into competitions, though he didn't enter any himself. Wendibear was just as formidable as he remembered! Rahnur's arrow struck true! Dani's Wristpocket spell was a true marvel, as she'd been explaining at length how she'd developed the spell on the road to Elturgard. Hmph, shame the crowd couldn't appreciate it.

And Theodoric was amazing. Aralim resolved to try and get to know the aasimar better. After all, they were both touched by the divine. When appropriate he approached the Waterdhavian, offering words of encouragement and support. If they were to be traveling together, it made sense to take the measure of the man. Aralim did not go about this in any underhanded way, he freely offered information if asked and tried to draw on threads they might have in common. Surely with his childhood amongst the middle and upper classes in Waterdeep, as well as his apprenticeship at the Spires of the Morning, they could find something.

Finally, he kept an eye out for any Lathanderite priests or paladins. He was keen to reconnect with the Church and send word of their doings. Surely the High Radiance back at the Spires would want to know of what happened in Greenest.

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Rider Z · October 20, 2023

Valerian - Claw of the Undying Queen

Human Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk 4

AC: 17 | HP: 31/31 | PP: 15 | Ki: 4/4 | Initiative: +4 | Languages: Common, Draconic, Abyssal, Infernal

Valerian was alone in a strange land. That was most apparent to him throughout the meeting with Harpers and the Gauntlet Order all the way to the festival. It reminded him of a story he heard once upon a time. A lost boy deep underground, travelling blind in the underdark. In that story the boy stepped carefully to avoid the spider's web and shivered at every bump in the dark. Here, far above ground and under the light of the sun, there were webs too. And even here, they were invisible.

He took the advice given to him freely and with little rebuttal. He did not give his name nor his affiliation during the meeting or after. He spoke very little in fact. Most of all he did was eat. Though that in itself was a sight. Valerian ate like a man starved and judging his stature, he very well might have been. Though there was plenty before him and the group, his focus seemed most on the lamb and the pheasant. They held pleasant tastes, ones somewhat nostalgic to him.

Once the meeting had finished, with missions given and promises of alliances made, Valerian departed quietly. If anyone had asked why he had nothing to give and had been so quiet, not that he expected anyone too, he would have given them a sneer and said something about the specifics not mattering. So long as he was lead to the heretics. But there was another truth there. A deeper and simpler one. He was nervous.

He was always nervous in cities. Too many people. It was like stuffed in an oven between a turkey and pig roast. Cooked between pieces of meat. The worst part was that it was closeness without intimacy. Valerian in the best of times did not like to be touched, or even in proximity with others. And when he was he expected it to be with those who he cared for and whom cared for him. Not that there were any of those left.

In a city you were forced to brush elbows, to bump shoulders, and share all such little grievances with strangers. Unabated. It was nerve-wracking. Every time it happened Valerian had to fight his instinct to light his skin aflame and burn the offender, to let poison drip his fingers and wrack them. Usually, he would have kept himself focused with his mission. He had never been in a city without a target before, until now of course.

He occupied himself with thoughts of the last mission he would ever receive from his order. His holy crusade, afforded only to him. Revenge. It was such focus that allowed him to move through the crowds without burning anyone, and brought him to a place alone. Where he could order his thoughts. He thought of revenge a lot that night of the meeting. It brought him focus, but no peace.

The day of the festival had a familiar bent, yet was slightly different. Valerian's mind had steeled and some time alone, for the first time in weeks since he first entered into the group's service, had given him much strength. It was with this strength that he wandered through the city of Elturel. If he didn't like the company, he at least liked the food. That was one thing cities did alright, he could admit. There was a bevy of delicacies to taste, all that never seemed to fill the stomach. Or his stomach at least.

He carried himself alone for a while, a long while. Stopping by the occasional stand to grab a treat, sometimes leaving coin and sometimes not. Before the contests had even begun Valerian had devoured a lamb's leg, three honeyed apples, and half of a sugared fig. It was as he was nearly halfway through the final item, that he stumbled upon one contest in particular.

"How quickly can you sketch a shapeshifter? Find out today and win a prize!"

The words hit him like an arrow. Specifically in his side, the side of his cloak where he carried a journal and pencil. Besides his clothing, those two things were his only possessions. The journal had been woefully neglected as of late, receiving few occupants among its timeless number. Valerian could only draw what he saw and he saw frightfully little these days other than...

Before he could convince himself otherwise, Valerian found himself in the circle of artists who had entered the competition. Including Wendy, though he made no move to greet her unless spoken to first. He was frightfully out of sorts with the lot in truth, his grim demeanor otherwise clashing with the upbeat atmosphere. But he was a contestant nonetheless.

His hand worked quickly with his pencil, sketching as the shapeshifter's form ebbed from one visage to another. By the time the competition finished he had something he was satisfied with. Valerian was always satisfied with his own work, no matter how poorly it came out. He supposed that was what separated him from a real artist and a hobbyist.

Afterwards Valerian set off alone once again. His mood was indecipherable to others as always, a stone face that took the form of a snarl when his eyes met another's. But in truth, he was in quite a good sorts. He had eaten well and gotten a chance to sketch. There was little more a man could ask for in the world and little chance it would be delivered at all. Such was a nice day that he might even forget his grander purpose for a moment. And he did. Then the moment after he was overcome with shame.

Another call came then. One far less inviting than the previous competition, more grim in nature.

"Want to know when you'll die? Channel the essence of Kelemvor and see when you face judgment!"

How would he die? In truth the thought had never occurred to Valerian. Death was an inevitability. A final respite for the dutiful and damnation for the unfaithful. Perform your duty and death was never a concern. Perform it well and death was a reward. That was how he always thought. But now? Did he think the same? He had neither performed his duty yet, or done his previous tasks well. So what was death to him?

"A goal." He said lightly. Though the words seemed hollow. Like affirmations one says in the mirror. Ephemeral even in the moment. His eyes turned towards the tent that the voice came from. Likely it was some huckster angling to make a few quick coins off the grim curiosity of Elturel's young and old, -- Those in-between seemed to seldom think of death in Valerian's estimation -- but his interest had been piqued and Valerian seldom lost interest in things.

He stalked slowly into the tent, enveloped by its dark interior. It seemed purposefully moody. He found his way through fine however and felt for a seat. He pushed himself into it, sitting cross-legged ontop of the chair as he always did no matter where he sat. "I would like to know how I die." He said, to whomever might tell him so.

Gregorotto · October 21, 2023

The Night Before

At Rahnur's compliment and his point of why he won't join, Leosin nods. "Completely understandable, friend. Not all are made for the adventurer's life, we can't all be Drizzts and Elminsters. And that's not a bad thing: sometimes a small sample is all you need to know it's not for you. Either way, you'll always be counted in our annals as a friend." Elsewhere, Ontharr nods sagely to Theodoric's insistence about doing things out in the open. "Always the best policy: honesty, straightforward, earnest action." At Wendy's wondering about opening a stall, Trini is the one who speaks up. "Actually, I was plannin' on doin' a stall myself. What's say we go in and do one together, some stitchwork, some healin', and some art, huh?"

It is a good night, with most of the group—but not all, the dour former Cultist (or current Cultist) not socializing in a way that even Dani does—joining in the rounds of drinks and song and merriment for once. It is a completely different world in Elturel that they experienced in Greenest or in Catterholm, and a pleasant one altogether. When the night ebbs into exhaustion and his companions go to bed, the mindful half-drow heads out on directions gained from Ontharr Frume to the nearest guildhall, knowing that he can trust them with his fees and hoping to write a letter. The dwarf at the front desk, even this late, is budy whittling something, a small dwarven figure with a half-cleft horn, some figure of note. The detail is exquisite, the furrow on the brows suggesting a serious, battle-born face. "Family's important' son: we'll get yer message there, worry not. Takes two days by mail 'twix the Gate and City of the Companion."

The Day Of

Aralim is the day's observer, taking part in a ceremony later but also watching as his companions, his friends, take part in the day's events.

Early in the day, Wendy finds her way to Trini's stand, already set up where the stall was already paid for (by Harper money, no doubt), and now Trini has set up images of Tymora's faith, and left plenty of room for sketches, charcoals, paintings, drips, and all sorts of stuff for Wendy. Immediately Wendy begins to feel the sting she's so used to: people looking at her, glaring at her, wondering who let a goblin in here, in Elturel, of all places? Trini, by proxy, receives little business, frowning and unhappy about it: but more at the prejudice Wendy is facing. "Dunno how you internalize it, but it ain't right. I met a few goblins in my time, right folk, even when raised in a tribe of... what's that god called? The Conquering One, you know? Anyway, it ain't right. What, we gonna start judging all humans by the Banites and Bhaalites and Myrkulites?" She shakes her head. "Tell you what: you leave your art with me, you go explore. Let these people know your worth, huh? No finder's fee from me, you'll get the whole shebang. Now go!" She winks, and Wendy, trusting Trini implicitly, heads on.

Dani quickly finds her intelligence insulted as Grand Archimanus, a talking tressymWinged cats often used as familiars by mages, outsmarts two people before her with what seems like trivial questions: what is the greatest catalogue of knowledge in all of Toril? (Candlekeep, of course) Who ruled Aglarond for centuries and kept the forces of Thay at bay? (the great Simbul, lover of Elminster) Child's play. Then, Dani steps up, and the cat regards her with a chirp. "A lady of taste, whence do you hail, my noble lady?" His accent is distinct and proud, and at her home, he chirps again. "Ah, the City of Splendors! Once my master's home, in the days of the original Blackstaff! But no more, no more it seems: now poor Archimanus must wander the world, earning his own keep, lest he be delegated to mere pigeons and popper's beds! My new master I practically raised from a kitten, a whelp in my master's own home!" The half-elf behind Archimanus is unamused, having a thick brown beard and wearing a distinct and out of fashion wizard's hat. "He means his original master, which we do not like using that term, was my mother." Archimanus mews at him, shaking his head. "And you do her memory a dishonor, forcing us to wander instead of staying in the family home! Now, to questions: what is the difference between a charm, and an enchantment?"

Dani knows well, they're the same thing. Archimanus bows to her. The next few questions are easy enough (Who is the mother of the Seven Sisters? Mystra herself! How many incarnations of Mystra have existed? 3, arguably 4 since her return a few years hence) It is a question of such obscurity and arcane stupidity that stumps Dani: which factol of Sigil is originally from Toril? Dani, having barely heard of the City of Doors and not sure if it's even real, has no idea what a factol even is, and unfortunately cannot but guess. "Duke Rowan Darkwood! Though I have my doubts." Alas, the game is over, but the tressym flies up to Dani and lands on her shoulder. "Was it unfair? Yes, I know it was. When you've lived as long as I have, you take advantage of what you can or you fall by the wayside. But you are a worthy one, Lady Rosznar. I hope we cross paths again. In less trivial circumstances, I should like." He flies off, to his next victim.

Rahnur comes to Gukan's Gastrocology, run by a massive goliath with an apron on and a pixie. "My brother here does most of the cooking, I handle the business. I personally like the brownie brittle cake, and you can't go wrong with the Summertide Sugar Straws! Gukan, what's your favorite?" The goliath turns quickly, his chef's hat falling off. "Me like white chocolate cream puff ball!" His enthusiasm is delightful, as is the fey glint in his eyes: goliaths, as Rahnur well knows, are a mountainous folk, but this one doesn't appear to be like Chuck: or is like Chuck, but took a different turn in life. In what circumstances are a pixie and a goliath siblings? "Brittle cake is 5 copper, sugar straws 2, and the white chocolate cream puff balls are 3 a piece, 10 if you get 4." Whatever he orders, it is absolutely delightful: it is like little explosions of flavor, like sugar cubes that snap in his mouth in every bite: is that Feywild magic? Whatever the case, Rahnur quickly finds himself at the archery contest, and the competition is fierce, but not for him. Whether they are elven archers with centuries of experience, rugged rangers from the wilds of the world, or just really clever shots, Rahnur has them beat handily. The head of the contest, a priestess of Selûne, approaches with a bag, but also a quiver. "Congratulations, handsome!" she notes, looking him over; like Rahnur, she is a half-elf, a moon elf though, but her purple almost makes her as dark as he is. "Now you have a choice: you can take the three hundred coins, or you can take this quiver: this is no ordinary quiver, however. A gift from my sister, a priestess of Mielikki, this is a Quiver of MielikkiA Quiver of Elhonna, which is as follows:

Each of the quiver's three compartments connects to an extradimensional space that allows the quiver to hold numerous items while never weighing more than 2 pounds. The shortest compartment can hold up to sixty arrows, bolts, or similar objects. The midsize compartment holds up to eighteen javelins or similar objects. The longest compartment holds up to six long objects, such as bows, quarterstaffs, or spears.

You can draw any item the quiver contains as if doing so from a regular quiver or scabbard., which holds much but weighs little. Choose one!"

That feels like cheating.

While Rahnur makes quick work of the archery contest, Dani finds that her own genius is beyond the comprehension of the crowd, her spell falling flat in their faces while the winner, with a simple enhanced color spray mixed with a summoning of a swarm of butterflies, dazzled them: such shoddy work! Meanwhile, the sketching contest begins, and a number of able students and hobbyists join in, including Wendy and surprisingly, Valerian. Immediately as soon as it begins, the shapeshifter begins to change small parts of their face: eye shape, then nose shape, slowly over a span of twenty minutes. This is nothing, for either Wendy or Valerian, but quickly it becomes apparent which of them is a professional artist and which is merely a hobbyist: but to observant Aralim, it denotes more to the character of Valerian than his dour silence or brooding existential banter reveals. Wendy is the winner, and is given a hat. The shapeshifter, a changeling, analyzes it. "Not very fashionable... not until you put it on, at least!" She puts it on Wendy, and... nothing happens. "Give it some time. You've got to get it to like you. In arcane circles, this is what's known as a hat of disguise."

The group spirals around one another, with Dani heading to the dance circle and the wrestling ring calling to both Wendy and to Theodoric, Aralim coming to cheer both on. The referee and MC, a burly shirtless orc with an amazing handlebar mustache and in incredibly small tights, takes an enchanted bullhorn and begins to speak; the ring is a box shape with limp rope around it, sanded to be less than painful. "WELCOME TO ELTUREL BOWL LXVI! That's right folks, today we're gonna see who's the best of the best, and who from the crowd is worth their weight in Ysgardian steel! Who out there wants to WRASTLE!?" To his surprise, Theodoric and Wendy both answer, and the crowd laughs at the idea of Wendy fending off a beast like Theodoric. Her question is simple: and the response is simple. "As long as that bear doesn't have a weapon, go for it, sister!"

And she does: when she transforms into a bear, the crowd goes wild, but soon Aralim watches as Theodoric lets loose a magical aura that lets everyone, including Wendibear, know he means business and the conquest of souls is about to begin. While Wendibear is reticent to use her claws, her blows are titanic, but so are Theodoric, able to grapple her at the best of times. She knocks him down? He gets back up. She throws him? He holds on and tosses her, before she lands right on top of him. Everything he does has a price, and he gets his fair share of licks and grapples and bruises in on Wendibear. Ultimately, his conquering aura is not enough to terrify her quite so much. After what seems like forever, Wendibear lands on top of Theodoric and with one, two, three: Wendibear wins! "WHAT A MAMMOTH MATCH! I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A TITANTIC TUSTLE! WHY, BROTHERS AND SISTERS, LET ME TELL YOU, THAT ONE TOOK THE WHOLE SHOW AND WHAT A WAY TO BEGIN! THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH OF MARVELS IS... WENDY, THE GOBLIN-BEAR!"

The orc takes both their arms and puts them in the air, then turns to both of them. "Never seen anything like that. Had me terrified, and thrilled, brother and sister. Here, you're both winners." And they are: Wendy receives a potion, the bottle the shape of a portly, ugly-faced man whose club is the spout. To Theodoric, he hands a single javelin, its two ends jagged and like lightning.

Dani finds herself in an unlikely place, the dancing contest. No one here knows she's the dancing queen, and she's about to prove it. Round after round, she proves her etiquette was refined and her willingness to draw on her background all but never-ending. When the final bout comes, Dani faces off with an air genasi dedicated to Sune, her graceful steps of Calimshite origin: but not only does Dani have the training of Waterdeep in her repertoire, she has the noble games of Cormyr, and she brings the Purple Dragon with her. Dani is declared the winner, and given a new pair of boots, which she recognizes immediately: they are of elven make, after all. She knows how much work the elves put into things and how much magic they infuse in their items.

Aralim, encouraging all of his companions through their travails, finds a tap on his shoulder, his hand at his holy symbol burning suddenly: though he kept an eye out for the Morninglords, he didn't quite expect them to be keeping an eye out for him. "Morninglord Empyrean? I'm Morninglord Danya Penderthal, and this is my assocaite, Ratha Grassbow." Danya, a dark-skinned sun elf woman, had gold and blue highlights behind her green eyes, her reddish hair in knots; her armor was golden and white, not unlike his own, a morningstar at her hip. She couldn't be much older than him. Ratha was an ambiguous halfling, dour in appearance, with symbology that told Aralim they might be more loyal to Amaunthor, the Unconquered Sun of Returned Netheril and a god with whom many associated Lathander, though much harder and more cruel than Lathander by far. "We've been sent to find you, to report if you'd come to Elturel, and we had heard you'd be joining us in the Order of the Gauntlet. Your mentor in Waterdeep speaks highly of you; we've received messages from the Spires on you being a promising student. How was your journey?" How much does she know?

Nearby, a sullen Valerian, keeping to himself but always within sight of his companions, approaches on a whim the grim tent, entering the moody atmosphere. The figure there, a dark Mulan man dressed in heavy gray and white robes, looks up, the caller outside a poor explanation for what lies before Valerian. Though mostly human, his eyes glow: and then he sees it. The horns that look like hair, sticking out of his head like the rest of his spiky hair. "Welcome, wanderer. You come here, now, seeking the end?" He smiles, and Valerian realizes the tiefling man is much larger than his crouched form suggests. "Those who seek to know when Jergal's scythe falls upon them find too soon how quickly they come to the City of the Dead. But you ask: and I shall tell you what is given to me." His eyes begin to glow, white like fog moving through his irises. "You are one who is known to Kelemvor, who has previously escaped his grasp before. But you will eventually find the scales of judgment before you: death comes for you in the dark, sooner than you realize. Before you touch revenge, death will touch you: but who will choke the other? What is clear is you will know what you desire before long. Before the year is through, you will perish."

The fog in his eyes disappears: the glow is gone.

"I am sorry, wanderer."

Outside, no matter where they are, they hear the voice: "Would those who are to be initiatied into the Order of the Gauntlet please make their way to the center stage?"

Out of Character

Did I just hand out a bunch of magic items to everyone? Yes, yes I did. Let's see what everyone got.

Wendy: A hat that supposedly disguises; a potion whose jug is shaped like a grotesque giant of some sort
Rahnur: A Quiver of Mielikki, as described above
Dani: Boots of Elven Make?
Theodoric: A single lightning-shaped javelin

Your character isn't on that list? Don't worry: you won't go without for long. Now, what to do in your next post:

I will allow you to take part in an event that has not been selected yet, if you like. You may choose one.
Wendy specifically can roll another Charisma check, with advantage, regarding the sales of her paintings. As a treat.
Theodoric and Aralim need to end their next posts at the presentation.

If you're done with the festival's events, feel free to not post or just post for fluff! You're under no pressure to take part.

Edited October 21, 2023 by Gregorotto (see edit history)

Kamishiro_Rin · October 21, 2023

Wendy
Level 4 Goblin Urchin Druid (Circle of the Moon)

AC: 17 (Dex 2 + Leather 11 + Shield 2 + Dragon Helm 2) | HP: 32/32 | HD: 4/4d8 | Speed: 30 ft.

STR: 10 (+0) | DEX: 15 (+2) | CON:save (+2) 14 (+2)
INT: 12 (+1) | WIS: 18 (+4) | CHA: 8 (–1)
Senses: darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 15, passive Investigation 11

More Traits, Features, and Abilities

Proficiencies

Languages. Common (from race), Goblin (from race), and Druidic (See “Class Features”)

Tools. disguise kit, herbalism kit, painter’s supplies

Armor. light armor, medium armor, shields (druids will not wear armor or use shields made of metal)

Weapons. clubs, daggers, darts, javelins, maces, quarterstaffs, scimitars, sickles, slings, spears

Racial Features

Darkvision. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Fey Ancestry. You have advantage on saving throws you make to avoid or end the Charmed condition on yourself.

Fury of the Small. (1/1) Fury of the Small. When you damage a creature with an attack or a spell and the creature’s size is larger than yours, you can cause the attack or spell to deal extra damage to the creature. The extra damage equals your proficiency bonus.

You can use this trait a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, regaining all expended uses when you finish a long rest, and you can use it no more than once per turn.

Nimble Escape. You can take the Disengage or Hide action as a bonus action on each of your turns.

Background Feature

City Secrets. You know the secret patterns and flow to cities and can find passages through the urban sprawl that others would miss. When you are not in combat, you (and companions you lead) can travel between any two locations in the city twice as fast as your speed would normally allow.

Class Features

Druidic. You know Druidic, the secret language of druids. You can speak the language and use it to leave hidden messages. You and others who know this language automatically spot such a message. Others spot the message’s presence with a successful DC 15 Wisdom (Perception) check but can’t decipher it without magic.

Spellcasting. Wendy is a 4rd-level spellcaster. Her spellcasting ability is Wisdom (spell save DC 13, +5 to hit with spell attacks). She can prepare up to 6 druid spells. She has the following druid spells prepared:

Cantrips (at will): control flames, primal pavagery, shape water, shillelagh
1st level (4/4 slots): cure wounds, entangle, good berry, healing word
2nd level (3/3 slots): enlarge/reduce, moonbeam

Cantrips

control flames, shape water, shillelagh

1st Level

absorb elements, animal friendship, beast bond, charm person, create or destroy water, cure wounds, detect magic, detect poison and disease, earth tremor, entangle, faerie fire, fog cloud, goodberry, healing word, ice knife, jump, longstrider, protection from evil and good, purify food and drink, snare, speak with animals, thunderwave

2nd Level

air bubble, animal messenger, augury, barkskin, beast sense, continual flame, darkvision, dust devil, earthbind, enhance ability, enlarge/reduce, find traps, flame blade, flaming sphere, gust of wind, healing spirit, heat metal, hold person, lesser restoration, locate animals or plants, locate object, moonbeam, pass without trace, protection from poison, skywrite, spike growth, summon beast, warding wind, wither and bloom

Druid Circle. At 2nd level, you choose to identify with a circle of druids from the list of available circles. Your choice grants you features at 2nd level and again at 6th, 10th, and 14th level.

Combat Wild Shape. You gain the ability to use Wild Shape on your turn as a bonus action, rather than as an action.

Circle Forms. The rites of your circle grant you the ability to transform into more dangerous animal forms. Starting at 2nd level, you can use your Wild Shape to transform into a beast with a challenge rating as high as 1 (you ignore the Max. CR column of the Beast Shapes table, but must abide by the other limitations there).

List of Beasts Wendy Can Turn into

Wild Companion. You gain the ability to summon a spirit that assumes an animal form: as an action, you can expend a use of your Wild Shape feature to cast the find familiar spell, without material components.

When you cast the spell in this way, the familiar is a fey instead of a beast, and the familiar disappears after a number of hours equal to half your druid level.

Wild Shape. Starting at 2nd level, you can use your action to magically assume the shape of a beast that you have seen before. You can use this feature twice. You regain expended uses when you finish a short or long rest.

Wild Shape Improvement. At 4th level, your Wild Shape improves as shown on the Beast Shapes table.

Actions
Quarterstaff (shillelagh). Melee Weapon Attack: +0 to hit (+6 to hit with shillelagh), reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 3 (1d6) bludgeoning damage, 4 (1d8) bludgeoning damage if wielded with two hands, or 7 (1d8 + 4) magical bludgeoning damage with shillelagh.

Sling. Ranged Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, range 30/120 ft., one target. Hit: 4 (1d4 + 2) bludgeoning damage.

Dagger. Melee or Ranged Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft. or range 20/60 ft., one target. Hit: 4 (1d4 + 2) piercing damage.

Handaxe. Melee or Ranged Weapon Attack: +2 to hit, reach 5 ft. or range 20/60 ft., one target. Hit: 3 (1d6 + 0) slashing damage.

Scimitar. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) slashing damage.

Money

pp: 0 | gp: 71 | ep: 10 | sp: 18 | cp: 100 | 100 gp gemstone: 1

Inventory

Worn or At-Hand (an interact with object to retrieve)

1 set of Frulam Mondath’s purple robes (won from killing Frulam Mondath, 3 lb.)
1 set of leather armor (starting equipment, 10 lb.)
1 wooden shield (starting equipment, 6 lb.)
1 Black Dragon Helm (wooden shield) (looted off Tiamat Statue, 6 lb.)
1 hat of disguise (Wondrous item, uncommon (requires attunement) While wearing this hat, you can use an action to cast the disguise self spell from it at will. The spell ends if the hat is removed.) (won in Elturel fair)
1 druidic focus (wooden staff—starting equipment, 4 lb.)
7/7 daggers (small knife—starting equipment & confiscated from kobolds, 1 lb.)
1 handaxe (starting equipment, 2 lb.)
1 shortsword (—)
1 sling (given to her by Gov. Nighthill, —)
30/30 sling bullets (given to her by Gov. Nighthill, 33.6 oz. (1.2 oz, each)
1 backpack (starting equipment, 5 lb.)
1 belt pouch (starting equipment, 1 lb.)
1 fifty-foot, hempen rope (starting equipment, 10 lb.)
1 waterskin (starting equipment, 5 lb. (full))
1 hooded lantern (bought in Greenest, 2 lb.)
5 oil (flasks) (bought in Greenest, 1 lb., each), hanging on belt loops to fuel her hooded lantern or toss at enemies!

Stowed away in, or Strapped to Her Backpack (an action to retrieve)

6/10 days’ worth of rations (starting equipment, 20 lb.)
1 map of the city you grew up in (Waterdeep—from urchin background)
1 mess kit (starting equipment, 1 lb.)
1 tinderbox (starting equipment, 1 lb.)
1 token to remember your parents by (a book that tells the story of a legendary hero’s rise and fall, with the last chapter missing—starting equipment, 5 lb.)
10/10 torches (starting equipment, 9 lb.)
1 painter’s supplies (from starting 500 gp item, 5 lb.)
1 disguise kit (from starting 500 gp item , 3 lb.)
1 herbalism kit (purchased with 5 of the 10 starting gold, 3 lb.)
1 set of common clothes (starting equipment, 3 lb.)
1 painting by an artist long forgotten by everyone except a dragon
1 potion of ??? (won in Elturel fair)

Party Wagon (pulled by Ruby)

Wendy and her friends!

6/10 days’ worth of feed (bought in Greenest, 10 lb., each)
1 pack saddle (bought in Greenest, 15 lb.)
1 bit and bridle (bought in Greenest, 10 lb., each)
1 saddlebags (bought in Greenest, 8 lb.)
1 two-person tent (bought in Greenest, 20 lb.)
1 bedroll (starting equipment, 7 lb.)

Sanders (Wendy’s Pet Mouse from Her Urchin Background)

Sanders

Tiny Beast, Lawful Good
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 1 (1d4 – 1)
Speed 20 ft.

Str 2 (–4)	Dex 11 (+0)	Con 9 (–1)
Int 2 (–4)	Wis 10 (+0)	Cha 4 (–3)

Senses darkvision 30 ft., passive Perception 10
Languages —
Proficiency Bonus +2
Keen Smell. Sanders has advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on smell.

Actions

Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +0 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 1 piercing damage.

Ruby (Wendy’s Draft Horse—Purchased in Greenest)

Ruby (pulling the Party Wagon)

Large Beast, Lawful Good
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 19 (3d10 + 3)
Speed 40 ft.

Str 18 (+4)	Dex 10 (+0)	Con 12 (+1)
Int 2 (–4)	Wis 11 (+0)	Cha 7 (–2)

Senses passive Perception 10
Languages —
Proficiency Bonus +2
Keen Smell. Sanders has advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on smell.

Actions

Hooves. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 9 (2d4 + 4) bludgeoning damage.

IC

Wendy gives Trini a grateful look for her understanding and empathy. “Thank you!” she says, heartfelt. “I’ll be back. I bet without me here to drag you down, you’ll sell a lot more.” She points to the portrait of her friends. “That one’s really not for sale! It’s really special.”

Wendy watches Valerlian sketch next to her and discovers another commonality between them.

“That’s really good work, Mr. Valerian,” she says genuinely. “Your shading technique with that quill and ink are probably better than mine. If I were limited to just a pen, I mean. Oh my! And your lines are so straight and precise! I can imagine your handwriting is gorgeous!”

When she wins the Hat of Disguise, her UNdisguised awe is on full display. “Wow!” she beams. “This is so awesome! I’m so happy!”

During the match, she delights in the crowd going wild as she transforms into a bear. The cutest darned bear anyone’s ever seen, but a bear nonetheless!

Theodoric’s magic causes fear to grip her heart, but she perseveres, and wins despite the odds!

She accepts the strange potion with grace. “I’ll have to ask Lady Daniella to identify this for me, later.”

She returns to Trini’s stall to see just how much better the woman did selling without the taint of a goblin there to drive away customers.

OOC

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Rection: —

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Edited October 21, 2023 by Kamishiro_Rin (see edit history)

Amaryllis77 · October 21, 2023

IC

Rahnur Rhahlem

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2594301

NG Half-Drow Fighter (Champion) Lvl 4 AC 15 HP 34/34 Speed 30 ft. PP 14

Ability Scores, Saves, and Skills

Str 8 (-1), Dex 18 (+4), Con 13 (+1), Int 12 (+1), Wis 14 (+2), Cha 14 (+2)
Strength Save: +1
Dexterity Save: +4; Acrobatics +6
Constitution Save: +3
Intelligence Save: +1
Wisdom Save: +2; Insight +4, Perception +4
Charisma Save: +2; Persuasion +4

Attack and Scores

2 Shortswords +6, 1d6+4; Longbow +8, 1d8+4, 150/300; Dagger +6, 1d4+4, 20/60

Class and Race Abilities

Darkvision: 60 ft.
Drow Magic (DC 12):
At will - Dancing LightsYou create up to four torch-sized lights within range, making them appear as torches, lanterns, or glowing orbs that hover in the air for the duration. You can also combine the four lights into one glowing vaguely humanoid form of Medium size. Whichever form you choose, each light sheds dim light in a 10-foot radius.

As a bonus action on your turn, you can move the lights up to 60 feet to a new spot within range. A light must be within 20 feet of another light created by this spell, and a light winks out if it exceeds the spell's range.
1/day - Faerie FireEach object in a 20-foot cube within range is outlined in blue, green, or violet light (your choice). Any creature in the area when the spell is cast is also outlined in light if it fails a Dexterity saving throw. For the duration, objects and affected creatures shed dim light in a 10-foot radius.

Any attack roll against an affected creature or object has advantage if the attacker can see it, and the affected creature or object can't benefit from being invisible.

Fey AncestryYou have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.

Fighting Style: Archery

Second Wind (Recharges After a Short or Long Rest)You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level.

Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.: 1d10+3

Action SurgeStarting at 2nd level, you can push yourself beyond your normal limits for a moment. On your turn, you can take one additional action.

Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again. Starting at 17th level, you can use it twice before a rest, but only once on the same turn.

“My words…” | ‘My thoughts…’| My Actions

Rahnur had a hard time deciding which treat he wanted to pick. They definitely looked and sounded delicious, "I hate choices sometimes," he thought in his mind as he pouted before he decided to take a long breath and made the ultimate choice, "Give me eight of each and that includes the four for ten on the cream puff balls," he said it with a straight face before he continued, "But I have one favor, one from each of those is to be donated as a prize for one of the children events." he pulled out his coin purse and gave the vendors the needed money for the items plus an extra gold piece as a tip. He barely had the money on the table and the food in his arms before he decided to try out the cream puffs and gods above did he enjoy it, "If you change your mind about the recipes," he said between bites, "Let me know." He gave another nod of appreciation as he walked away.

The archery contest had been...somewhat easier than he thought it would be. Rahnur knew he was no longer an amateur, but he knew he was not as good as those who well trained or simply been at it longer than he was - then again he did remember pinning a cultists to tree without killing her so maybe he was better than he thought. Still, Rahnur was glad when he was declared the winner and even raised an eyebrow when the half-elf gave him the compliment, "Thank you ma'am." he replied before he eyed the quiver. Rahnur had to admit, it looked beautiful and definitely something he could never afford even if he saved up every last drop. If anything, he felt as though the item was worth more than the three hundred gold, and he was tempted to know why. But the three hundred coins was still nothing to sneeze at either. If anything, it would certainly change the life around for any one person.

Rahnur sighed before he answered, "I'll take the quiver, certainly a prize worthy of the best archer," he took the quiver, "Thank you blessed priestess of Selune."

With his new quiver and bag of sweets, Rahnur had decided to see if he could find another even to participate in and stopped when he noticed what looked to be various samples of wooden sculptures. He eyed them carefully, already quick to note the ones that definitely needed improvement and those who were clearly on par with the best of them. Rahnur continued to eye them before he noticed it was obviously a preview to what appeared to be a woodcarving competition. The half-drow didn't hesitate to step in and join. If he won, it was perfect advertisement for his shop back home and if he lost, he could easily say he needed to do better - barring any obvious cheating of course. As he prepared to set up, Rahnur was quick to think of what he could make.

"I can do another animal based one...but that might seem too plain. Hmm...maybe something a bit more fanciful, but that takes too long and prone to making mistakes when you rush..." the list went through his head where he did decide to settle on something a little bit more complex - a little girl doing what could be guess was a twirl.

OOC

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Lukenary · October 26, 2023

Aralim Empyrean (Human Cleric 1 / Sorcerer 3)

AC: 19 | HP: 28/28 | Passive Perception: 13 | Features | Conditions:

Spells: ○ ○ ○ ○ (1st) | ○ ○ ○ (2nd) | Sorcery: ○ ○ ○ (normal) | ○ ○ (metamagic)

Aralim squeaked as he was tapped on the shoulder, totally unprepared for being recognized in a crowd and called upon by name. He cleared his throat and tried to pay attention to Danya's words, and quiet the internal recriminations going on inside his head. Some of them did penetrate the embarrassed inner monologue. "Um, oh! I'm pleased to hear that. You were sent to find me? Was I reported missing? I mean, our journey was pretty eventful; did you hear about what happened to Greenest? My new companions and I helped a bit here and there with that.

"And where are my manners? May the Dawn's rosy kiss meet your brow, Morninglord Penderthal."

He squats down to respectfully look Ratha Grassbow in the eye. The Amaunatorian overtones gave him pause, as the idea that the two were one and the same was (to Aralim's mind) a pernicious heresy that needed stamping out. The Dawnbringer Lathander was a god of hope, renewal, art, culture and redemption. About the only beings He considered judging were undead, for there could be no hope or change or growth with a being held in stasis for eternity. On the left, Amaunator is a god of the sun itself, to his knowledge. Full of judgement and justice, and bringing light to dark places. But that last was in the context of purifying and sanctifying-- by fire if necessary.

He speaks up. "My lady Grassbow, it's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. You have some interesting iconography, do you follow Amaunator as well as the Lord of the Morning?" He did not know if his true opinions about the Sun God were kept off his face.

After his conversation with the two women, Aralim affirms that it is his full intention to join the Order of the Gauntlet. He will be there for the oath-taking, with metaphorical bells on.

"Who's the finest chef in all Elturel? Find out today!" For some reason, that call above all the others stood out to the young dawnpriest after his conversation with the two Lathanderites. Should I? His stomach gurgled loudly in response. Perhaps that was the true reason he responded to this call, rather than the others.

"I'll try my best!" he calls as he ascends to the stage. A number of cookpots and stoneware was available, as well as a small mountain of ingredients. Oooh, should I? This dish always went over well in the past. Do they have all the ingredients? I think they do!

He gathers up a little basil from Amn, the leaves fragrant in his nostrils. Some local wheat pasta was paired with a deliciously spicy type of Baldurian sausage he'd tried several times in Waterdeep. Hmmm... are those peppers from Daggerford? Yes! It was all coming together nicely. He noticed the crowd watching and lit the fire at his station with a bit of sacred flame, grinning at the children as he got ooh's and aah's. As he works, he pictures all the times he worked with his father in their home kitchen in Waterdeep. A pang hit him then, bittersweet. He was young, true. But had he ever thought he would be this far from the City of Splendors, doing the good work he was trying to do?

He got so caught up in the memories, and playing to the crowd that he hardly noticed when Wendy hopped up on the stage. She really saved him from making some awful mistakes, even though part of the onions were already cut so they would pop when they hit the heat. He just had to hope.

Soon, he had a pan full of onions frying in olive oil from Candlekeep. He chopped up a number of cloves of garlic and added it to the mix along with the lovely sweet peppers cut into long pieces. He grew in confidence as the crowd appreciated his little flourishes as he brought it all together. While they softened up, he cut the sausages into medallions and added them to the mix with a little flick of the wrist. Matinal got into the act too, highlighting what he was working on by putting a soft glow around his hands. Aralim put the pasta on at just the right time to be ready to serve. He tasted the frying mixture as it cooked, the fragrance of all the ingredients filling the square satisfyingly. It needed something else, though; just a little something to put it over the top. He uttered a small prayer to the Dawn God for help.

He took all the contents of the frying pan and poured them over the pasta, oil and all soaking up the goodness when finally, he saw what he was looking for! A lovely sharp Waterdhavian block cheddar. He grated it over the plates of pasta and added the chopped basil as a final garnish. "And here we are! I call it my Sunburst Sausage and Pepper Pasta. Enjoy, everyone!" He hoped it would be as popular here as it was in the dining halls of the Spires of the Morning.

He wasn't completely confident in the result despite Wendy's last-minute save, but at least he'd tried. He could tell himself that, right? He nodded his thanks to the goblin girl-- wait, woman. After all they'd been through, she was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Mechanics

Action: I'm going to call my cooking a Performance check; I suppose officially it ought to be Survival or something like that but really, who wants to just Survive?

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Kamishiro_Rin · October 26, 2023