2. The Friendly Arm Inn

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Jan 24, 2024 3:13 am
With tired refugees in tow, the party comes on a welcome sight: the tall, safe walls of the Friendly Arm Inn! At last, a secure and friendly place for the former slaves to start putting their lives back together.

And a place for the party to plan its next moves against the Iron Throne and its threat to the region...
OOC:
It's up to you guys how long you stay here (I'm assuming at least one long rest). Everything here is timey-wimey, so feel free to do whatever you like in whatever order! Just pick a color and make a post :D
Jan 24, 2024 3:31 am
"Miss Blacksheaf."

Koveras approaches Aiwe's table in the commonroom. He bows his head slightly in respectful greeting. "If I may..." He gestures at the empty seat across from her.
Jan 24, 2024 3:37 am
Aiwë raises a bemused eyebrow. "Of course." She pushes the chair out for him with her foot, then returns to working on her lute—it hadn't handled the mine well. "Though, for the record, I liked 'cousin' better."
Jan 24, 2024 3:43 am
Ida makes sure no one follows her and she goes to the small local sweet shop. She goes to search out some hard tac candy and see if there is any cotton candy. She is always embarrassed but it's the one vice she couldn't kick. After the candy shop she returns to the inn to talk to Stephan "Hey how are you doing?"
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Jan 24, 2024 3:43 am
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"Though, for the record, I liked 'cousin' better."
Koveras nods and sits in the chair.

"I have been considering my next course of action, and I believe it would be best for me to depart at once for Baldur's Gate. The Iron Throne headquarters are there. And Rieltar as well." He pauses for just a moment as he considers his words. "I know your companions better now, and truly they're a formidable force; you have no need of an extra swordarm. I believe I can do more good on my own, reaching out to contacts among the merchant guilds, perhaps even approaching sympathizers among the Iron Throne."

The half-orc coughs lightly into his fist, but then doesn't continue to speak. Obviously he's waiting to see what Aiwe thinks...
Jan 24, 2024 3:55 am
Aiwë nods as he talks, using careful Mending to restore warped wood. It was tedious to do it this way, but more possible than making a new one right now.

"Aldous said something similar once. He wouldn't listen to me and I had to comfort Stella over the wreckage of his convoy, but if he hadn't been kidnapped we wouldn't have found you." Aiwë looks up at him.

"I consider you a mite more capable than our young lord," she winks, then pauses, "though he's impressed me lately... but do you really think you'll be safe on your own? Rieltar has to have been preparing. He'll be waiting for you."
Jan 24, 2024 4:05 am
A small smile passes his lips at the mention of Aldous. "He's coming into his own."
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"Rieltar has to have been preparing. He'll be waiting for you."
"If Ajantis survived the Cloakwood, then yes, Rieltar might understand I've been acting against him." Koveras' voice is hard. "But he doesn't frighten me. That isn't to say I don't respect his power... But I know how to be careful."

He tilts his head and regards Aiwe, truly meeting her eyes for the first time today. "I also wanted to apologize for my former behavior. Disrespecting you was not my intention. Rest assured that I have taken your words to heart."

He blinks. He seems to feel that's the end of the matter, but is giving Aiwe a chance to speak before he excuses himself.
Jan 24, 2024 4:22 am
Upon arrival, I make sure that those who have been learning from me are taken care of and let them know that if they need me I am always available and willing to help. I then ask the innkeeper where I could procure more woodworking equipment and head that way.
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Jan 24, 2024 4:28 am
Aiwë sets down her lute and answers quietly.

"I know it wasn't intentional. Thank you for the apology. Kish brun." 'No harm done.'

Then she fixes him with a stare.

"Are you sure the amount of good you can do by leaving right away instead of waiting for us to go together—probably tomorrow morning or so—is worth the danger? Are you sure you're not running away from me, even a little?"
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Jan 24, 2024 4:42 pm
Dieter finds a gloomy corner booth to sit in. Chewing on his pipe he writes in his book while periodically eyeing the other patrons and exits of the bar.

Even here though he couldn’t help but go back to that dark tunnel and the eyes looking back at him.
Jan 24, 2024 6:37 pm
Stephan is seated at a table by the hearth in the commonroom, skimming through a spellbook (his own this time, not the evil one) while eating some cooked potatoes. He looks up and smiles when Ida approaches. "I think I'm doing alright! I'm glad I gave you my master's tome; I think it was giving me a headache just carrying the thing around."

He gestures to the seat next to him. "Have a seat? I can have Bentley bring out some more food, if you like."
Jan 24, 2024 6:44 pm
Bentley cheerily directs Runeson to one of the small houses tucked on the inside of the Inn's enormous outer walls. A sun-tanned elf carpenter plies his trade there, and is happy to sell Runeson some of his extra tools. Given the plight of the refugees, the elf offers up a substantial amount of lumber as well for them to work with. It's cheap stuff, little better than firewood, but far better than nothing.
Jan 24, 2024 6:48 pm
As Dieter sits and writes and thinks, he feels a little niggle in his mind. Something. Something to do with the Shadow Druid he fought within the mine. Something about his past...
OOC:
If you choose to, you can make some sort of a check to try and get more information. Investigation maybe, or Insight could work. I'd also accept History, or even Arcana. If you choose to confide in someone else and get them to help you, either you or they can make the check, with advantage!
Jan 24, 2024 6:51 pm
Ida takes the seat offered to her "I hope the tome isn't too hard to dispose of. Ive heard rumours that some evil artifacts can only be destroyed by being thrown into the heart of a volcano." She looks at the food Stephans eating "Those do look pretty good… if its not too much trouble a bit of food would be good" Ida also glances back down at Stephans fingers looking to see if they are still blackened by whatever dark magic he managed to muster at the mine. "What field of magic are you most interested in?"
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Jan 24, 2024 6:57 pm
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"Are you sure the amount of good you can do by leaving right away instead of waiting for us to go together—probably tomorrow morning or so—is worth the danger? Are you sure you're not running away from me, even a little?"
Koveras looks as if he's been slapped - surprised and anxious that another slap may follow. "I... I am confident that I can be of more use on my own. Though, I suppose I could stay until tomorrow..."

His gaze drops to the top of the table. "I do not run away." He says it firmly. "But if put against an impossible foe, why would I remain?" The half-orc looks up at Aiwe. "You've made your thoughts on my request clear. I was in the wrong. Is this issue not resolved?"
Jan 24, 2024 7:48 pm
Aiwë's eyes are sorrowful as Koveras meets them. "An impossible foe? That is what you see in me now?" She shakes her head. "You haven't taken my response to heart. Or maybe I wasn't clear, I was the one who ran, after all. No matter. I won't press you."

She straightens and sits back in her chair. "I trust your assessment, you know yourself, the Gate, and Rieltar far more than I do. You will make a good decision. That said, you invited my opinion so here it is:"

"I want you to stay," she begins, businesslike. "We can always use another sword arm, and your knowledge of Rieltar and the Iron Throne is very valuable. That, and I am certain that we do not face Rieltar—we face the God of Murder, and he has targets. I imply nothing of your skills when I say that alone, you are vulnerable." Aiwë's eyebrows crease, and her eyes don't leave his.

"You deserve the life you want. I hope to see you in it, one day. I do not want to sing a dirge over your grave—or worse, an empty one."
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Jan 24, 2024 8:06 pm
Araklusta says:
As Dieter sits and writes and thinks, he feels a little niggle in his mind. Something. Something to do with the Shadow Druid he fought within the mine. Something about his past...
OOC:
If you choose to, you can make some sort of a check to try and get more information. Investigation maybe, or Insight could work. I'd also accept History, or even Arcana. If you choose to confide in someone else and get them to help you, either you or they can make the check, with advantage!
Dieter adjusts himself suddenly self concious and uncomfortable. There was something there something that he was hiding from himself, he needed to go deeper. Dieter relaxes his body and breathes deep in an effort to push past his mental barriers.

He hoped he was ready to face his greatest opponent, himself.
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Rolls

Insight - (1D20+2)

(20) + 2 = 22

Jan 24, 2024 9:05 pm
Stephan's fingertips are still a bit of a dull gray, but nothing like the deep black that stained them at the mine.

The young wizard waves Bentley over to ask for more potatoes, and the gnome proprietor takes off to fulfill the request.

"What field of magic?" He sighs. "I'm not really sure... I had thought Enchantment might be interesting, but it turns out magically influencing peoples' minds is... not great. Morally, I mean." He pokes at his potatoes with a fork. "Blowing things up is probably fun, but seems a bit crude to me. Maybe Divination would help me to decide what robes to wear each day. I can never decide..."

Stephan pushes his plate aside and pulls his spellbook over so that Ida can see. The spidery, arcane glyphs and diagrams aren't what she's accustomed to reading on priest scrolls. "Look at this spell though! It makes people sick, too sick to fight properly. That could have been handy in the last fight."
Jan 24, 2024 9:17 pm
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Aiwë's eyes are sorrowful as Koveras meets them. "An impossible foe? That is what you see in me now?" She shakes her head. "You haven't taken my response to heart. Or maybe I wasn't clear, I was the one who ran, after all. No matter. I won't press you."
In a surprising display, Koveras leans back in his seat and folds his arms tightly, head tilted. His eyes burn with emotion. "How can I not compare this to an impossible fight. Whenever I open my mouth I either say the wrong thing, or you twist my words into the worst possible interpretation. If you aren't my foe, then why do you mete upon me so much harsh judgment and pain?"

He takes a deep breath, and Aiwe understands that the normally-stoic half-orc is truly upset.
Jan 24, 2024 10:25 pm
Aiwë's eyes burn with anger, and she opens her mouth to speak. Then she catches herself, and looks away. She whistles a low tone, long and slow. When her breath runs out, she speaks.

"I'm sorry." Her voice is small. "You didn't do anything wrong. I... I returned the pain that I felt. Was already feeling. I shouldn't have. I didn't mean to—!" She sits forward, then back, then raps the table twice in irritation with herself. She looks down at the table.

"Will you forgive me? Can we start again?
Jan 24, 2024 11:00 pm
Ida moves herself closer to Stephan here eyes alight with interest "The composition and visual arrangement of magic is completely different from what I know. This is really quite fascinating! Clerics are chosen and our magic is divinely granted, but the possibilities of learning and sharing spells is incredible." Ida turns with equal parts awe and enthusiasm to look up at Stephan "I bet there would be more information on classifications of magic at the library. We should go together."
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Jan 24, 2024 11:03 pm
Koveras' eyes search the ceiling. He starts to speak several times, but falls silent. Finally: "I am sorry."

He sighs and his shoulders relax. "I was the one who broached the subject. Everything before then was fine." He nods. "A new beginning, as the friends we should have been starting in Candlekeep."

The half-orc puts his elbows on the table and laces his fingers together, peering at Aiwe over them. He almost seems a different person from moments before, casual rather than upset. "If you don't mind, Shelur, I'd be interested in hearing how you first became a musician. Is that a tale you'd care to tell? I can order us some of Bentley's fried potato slices."


(Insight: It's almost uncanny how quickly he's changed perspectives. Either Aiwe's not the only one good at putting on a face, or Koveras takes things quite literally. Perhaps a bit of both.)
Jan 25, 2024 12:31 am
Growing up with Rieltar must have necessitated the ability to put on a face and put painful things away. Aiwë hopes the face he has on will become true, if it isn't now. Same as she hopes for the face she wears—the one that convinced him all was fine before he made his grave-side plea.

He hasn't seen her, but has she seen him? There's room for improvement both places.

"There's not really a story," she begins with a smile, waving a server over. "Khanna says I was a drummer in the womb..."
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Jan 25, 2024 1:50 am
Stella walks in, scratching some notes in her book, almost running right into another patron. "Ah! Pardon me..."

Before she looks back down at her book, she notices Dieter in his gloomy corner, eyes shifting this way and that before he fidgets, breathes deep, and relaxes. She hesitates for a bit, debating whether to talk to him, then eventually walks over and takes a seat, sitting quietly and looking around at the dim lightning. It seemed she wasn't the only one who found a bit of solace in darkness.

He seemed deep in thought...should she...say something? Or just let him think? She opts to stay quiet and do the latter, hoping she wasn't interrupting.
Jan 25, 2024 2:15 am
Dieter sinks deeply into his own mind. Into the memories his past has forbidden him.

Prepared for the worst, he finds himself in…


… a kitchen.

"Why Dieter, you’ve barely touched your food. What’s the matter, my child?"

The speaker is a pretty, kind-faced woman. She looks to be in her early 30s, with her blonde hair tied back and wearing an elegant if simple blue dress.

She gestures to a plate on the small table in front of Dieter, and he realizes he’s sitting in a chair. On the plate is a small pile of cooked beans, a piece of bread, and two small, shriveled carrots.

"Your father will be home soon. Don’t you want to show him how good of an eater you are?"
Jan 25, 2024 2:22 am
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"I bet there would be more information on classifications of magic at the library. We should go together."
Stephan sits up excitedly. "That's a great idea! I bet ol' Bentley's got at least a few shelves of books somewhere around here."

And indeed, the gnome proprietor does. In fact, he's got quite the reading room set up, with a half-dozen bookshelves stuffed with books old and new.
Jan 25, 2024 4:59 am
"mama?" Dieter ask

Father

Dieter looks at the door excitedly then back at his mother "mama I missed you"

Using his fork he puts one of the shrivelled carrots in his mouth.
Jan 25, 2024 4:59 am
Ida enjoys her time in the library looking through different books and listening to Stephan point out things from his limited arcane knowledge. "There are so many schools of magic! I had no idea that they branched in so many directions." Ida pulls another book from the shelves and looks up at Stephan "I’m sure someone at the temple could find you an amazing teacher in your home town if you continue to study the arcane. Im sure you miss your parents dearly after being away for so long." Her eyes move back to the pages of the book in front of her with diagrams and words she doesn’t understand "Has it always been your dream to learn of the art of magic?"
Jan 25, 2024 6:21 am
"Ida, there you are!" Stella enters the reading room and glances between her and Stephan and smiles. "Hi Stephan. Studying each other?" Her eyes widen. "W-with! Studying with each other!" She clears her throat awkwardly.

"Um. Anyways! Sorry to interupt. Ida. I have a favor to ask. You know the smithy in Beregost, Taerom? Can you cast Sending to him?" She hands her a scrap of paper. "I...wrote out what I wanted to ask him."

Taerom, Stella wishes you well and asks how rebuilding the smithy and creating the antidote are going. May the stars shine upon you.
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Jan 25, 2024 3:32 pm
"There, that's better!" She leans down to give Dieter a kiss on the forehead. "You're going to grow big and strong like your father."

Just before her lips reach him, there's an instant of seeing the kitchen through different eyes. It's dark, cold. His mother is withered boned and ash, with gray eyes that flicker like flame.

And then the terrifying moment is gone. His mother's kiss is warm and familiar. This sensation, this memory, opens a tender hole within Dieter, one he had buried long ago...

Sweet laughter rings through the kitchen, and suddenly there is a young girl in a chair beside him. Her golden curls bounce as she giggles, bits of beans clinging to the edges of her mouth.

It's his sister. He used to have a sister. What was her name...?

"I am you by another name." The girl's lips move, but it's Dieter's own voice that he hears.
Jan 25, 2024 3:54 pm
Dieter pauses, his young eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"S-sister girl, Ada?" Dieter wants to move his chair away from her, he wants to hide
Jan 25, 2024 4:11 pm
"Deet! Deeties!" Ada squeals, reaching for him with bean-covered fingers.

Dieter's mother steps in with a cloth, wiping away the girl's messy face and hands. Over her shoulder, Dieter sees a window. It's dark outside. And... something moves. A swirl of black mist presses up against the glass as if seeking a way inside. Then the mist solidifies into a human hand, scabbed and writhing. Its dirty fingernails, practically claws, scrape awfully against the glass.

Neither mother nor sister seem to notice.

His mother turns around from cleaning Ada, and the hand vanishes. "I wonder what's keeping your father? He's usually home by now..."

A heavy knock sounds from behind Dieter. A door? The door. Yes, he remembers the front door.

The knock sounds again. Heavy. Wooden. Emotionless.

"Daddy!' Ada giggles.
Jan 25, 2024 4:24 pm
"No, No! Stay here. Stay with me, please" Dieter begs. He feels powerless and weak, tears run down his face.
Jan 25, 2024 5:06 pm
Dieter finds himself unable to move. He's bound to his chair.

"Let's turn you around so your father can see your happy face when we open the door!" His mother is nowhere to be seen, but his chair scrapes against the floor as it slowly turns of its own accord to face the front door.

Ada's laughter continues to sound in his ears, but he knows she's not next to him anymore. She's gone.

The knocking gets louder. More forceful. Nothing else exists to Dieter except that shaking door. Each knock drives a spike of fear and adrenaline into his brain.
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Wisdom save, pls!
Jan 25, 2024 5:12 pm
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Rolls

Wis save - (1D20-1)

(2) - 1 = 1

Jan 25, 2024 5:19 pm
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He seemed deep in thought...should she...say something? Or just let him think? She opts to stay quiet and do the latter, hoping she wasn't interrupting.
The longer Stella sits there, the more she feels that something is wrong. Very wrong.

Dieter's face is pale. His lips are purple.
Jan 25, 2024 5:24 pm
Stella flips, through her tome, patiently waiting while occasionally looking up at Dieter. She does a double take when she notices his face pale and his lips turn purple.

"D-Dieter? Are you...okay? Dieter...? Dieter!" She pats him on the shoulder then the face, then splashes a mug of water on his face, then checks his pulse, becoming increasingly worried.
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Rolls

Medicine (What seems to be the problem?) - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Jan 25, 2024 7:17 pm
Dieter's body is cold to the touch, like he's been out in an Icewind Dale blizzard. His heartbeat is dangerously low.

But that's not all. Stella can tell that the spark of life has gone out of him. Not that he's dead, she's actually seen that before in him. But something like his inner self, his soul, isn't present. And without it, his body is dying.
Jan 25, 2024 7:29 pm
Time seems to expand as the knocking becomes a frantic, desperate pounding. It fills Dieter's ears.

His chair shudders, then begins to scoot across the floor towards the door as if being pushed from behind.

"You are a failure, Dieter," Ada's voice croons with crystal clear diction. "Dieter. Dieter!" The little girl's voice changes. It's unsure. Panicked.
"Are you... okay? Dieter...? Dieter!"

He's nearly close enough to touch the door itself. The door's handle rattles violently, like it might be torn off. Black mist creeps from the key hole. From beneath the door, from its edges. A dozen clawed, gray fingers stretch toward Dieter, hungry for his flesh!
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Make another Wis save!
Jan 25, 2024 7:35 pm
"No, No I’m not!" Dieter cries thrashing his body against the ethereal restraints
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Rolls

Wis - (1D20-1)

(3) - 1 = 2

Luck - (1D20-1)

(20) - 1 = 19

Jan 25, 2024 7:39 pm
Dieter gasps as his soul returns to him in a rush. He's cold, from his head to his toes.

But he's back.
Jan 25, 2024 7:43 pm
Carcabob says:
"Ida, there you are!" Stella enters the reading room and glances between her and Stephan and smiles. "Hi Stephan. Studying each other?" Her eyes widen. "W-with! Studying with each other!" She clears her throat awkwardly.
Ida feels heat rise in her ears but on the surface doesn't react to the slip of the tongue.

Carcabob says:
"Can you cast Sending to him?" She hands her a scrap of paper. "I...wrote out what I wanted to ask him."

Taerom, Stella wishes you well and asks how rebuilding the smithy and creating the antidote are going. May the stars shine upon you.
" That shouldn't be a problem" Ida seems to be more aloof again speaking with the other member of the party very matter-of-factly, almost business-like. She grabs her reagent pouch out of her backpack and finds the thin copper wire she keeps in it. She twists the wire into a crude hammer shape as she whispers the words on the paper. "Hopefully he received that and I will find you at the inn to let you know if I get any word back." She
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Jan 25, 2024 8:59 pm
Stella beams at Ida. "Thanks! You're the best. Um, good luck with the studying!" she says to both Ida and Stephan and slips out, trying to avoid causing any further accidental embarrassment.
Jan 25, 2024 9:08 pm
Stella gasps feeling how cold Dieter is becoming. "W-what? What is happening?" Miss Mirrorshade...or Ida! Either of them could help!

Stella hurriedly draws a constellation of a bear. She's nearly finished, about to transform so she could carry him, when he gasps and wakes.

The stars hanging in the air vanish and Stella leans in, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand to feel if the warmth is returning. "Dieter! Are you okay?" she repeats her eye-stars a mix between amber and blue, relief and fear. "Y—you were...you were dying. I'm going to get Ida, okay?"
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Jan 25, 2024 9:11 pm
his eyes snap open and he flinches at her touch. He reaches for his sword but luckily his sword is on the seat next to him rather than his hip. He slowly comes to his senses "…Stella, is that you? D-don’t go, please"
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Jan 25, 2024 9:38 pm
Stella flinches as Dieter reaches for his sword, preparing to cast Shield.
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"…Stella, is that you? D-don’t go, please"
With her brow creased with concern, Stella stops and nods.

She then snaps her finger, summoning Noctalia on the table. The bird tils her head and hoots. "Please fetch Ida," Stella says, mentally sending directions to the reading room. The bird hops into the air and quietly flies off.

She then takes one of his cold hands in her own warm hand. "Let's get you by the fire. You're freezing...Literally. You have several signs of frostbite. What...what happened?"
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Jan 25, 2024 9:49 pm
Dieter tells Stella about everything. He tells her about the druids, the wolf, the blood painting, the tunnel, the Druid in the tunnel, his dream or whatever it was, even him crying. Dieter tells Stella everything
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Jan 25, 2024 10:24 pm
Stephan, face red, tries to act casual. "Yep, just studying with our chothers."
Jan 25, 2024 11:08 pm
Stella listens as she leads him to the fire and sits him down and sits next to him, continuing to hold his hand if he wants it for comfort.

So the shadow wolf was a druid, not just a summoned creature, ther to make certain the mine was destroyed...that made sense.

She shivers as he describes the events. Her eyes-stars flare orange and her nose and lips twitch in anger. How could they use their gifts, the powers of the primal world itself for such carelessness for sentient life...It was atrocious.

She frowns as she realizes something.
So...you painted blood on yourself and called yourself death...I would have thought you a servant of the Iron Throne and Bhaal too..." She keeps her mouth shut, however, and continues to listen until he finishes.

"That's...that's horrible! Dieter, I'm so sorry..." She pauses and shakes her head. "These definitely aren't just suppressed memories...Calliope's father had magically supressed memories and rediscovered them later with help...but he didn't start losing his life force when they were brought back, painful as they were. What you have..." She grimaces slightly and gestures in the air. "...This is either some kind of curse, or some side effect of dying and being brought back to life...You remember Kay? Her father, Jhonen, was cursed and basically became undead, losing the essence of his life force for a time. I doubt it's the same thing, but...I wonder if it's similar in any way. We should tell Ida about this, then talk to Miss Mirrorshade is she doesn't know."

Stella taps a page in one of her tomes with a pen and begins scratching notes.

"Some of this doesn't make any sense, though...Why would the druid ask you who you were when she already knew who you were...? And your sister you forgot about...Ada. Is she that druid? Or do you think your mind is just tying the events together?"
Jan 25, 2024 11:10 pm
After a few minutes, there's a pecking and hooting at the door of the reading room. When either Ida or Stephan open the door, they see Stella's owl. It looks at them, flies away a bit, then turns back, as is beckoning them to follow them to the common area where Deiter and Stella sit by the fire.
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Jan 25, 2024 11:55 pm
"I don’t know, it’s so much….do you think the Druid is my sister? I always thought I escaped the forest on my own…what if I didn’t. She said ‘if you’re death then you’re a failure’ how does she know that?. I assumed she knew my name from us travelling but didn’t recognize me with the blood.

I know how it looks but I was just trying to gain a psychological edge since I was by myself. Fighting is more of a mind game- sorry sorry you probably don’t want to hear about that"
Dieter says letting everything out.

"I think this is all just getting to me. There’s just so much death, I know you all fight too but when I fight I feel them die as my blade cuts through them. So many people have attacked us and I’ve killed them all. It’s makes everything else so hollow. The hours of my life I’ve spent training seems… tarnished. The fantasy of fighting evil is gone replaced with the reality of war. I think I have failed." Dieter vents
"I’ve failed. The only thing that seperates me from the servants of Bhaal is the law."
Jan 26, 2024 12:26 am
Ida gets a bad feeling as Stella's familiar comes in instead of herself. Ida shoves the books in hand on the closest flat surface before moving quickly to follow the familiar "Stephan I think something happened. follow me quickly and quietly as you can please." Ida hurries along the corridor to the common area

Stepping into the common room Ida sees Stella holding Dieter's hand as they talk quietly. Ida immediately notices how pale and sickly Dieter looks. The only other time Ida had seen Dieter like that was when Tulfgyr introduced her to the small frail boy who had escaped the forest and was living feral by her uncle's cabin before he had been taken in. Still walking quickly she comes in and sets herself beside deiter
Victor.Strokov says:
"I’ve failed. The only thing that separates me from the servants of Bhaal is the law."
Ida doesn't know what they are talking about but sadness pierces her heart. She remains stoic though as she quietly looks over Dieter. Was he poisoned? Why was he so cold? He had been fine when Stephan and her had gone to the library. She didn't see any food or drink. Her mind begins racing as she examines the boy. She takes off her cardigan and places it gently over Dieter "Dieter... what happened?" She also looks up at Stella for some answers as she channels her patron to heal or remove poisoning from the boy usure what happened
Jan 26, 2024 12:28 am
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"I don’t know, it’s so much….do you think the Druid is my sister? I always thought I escaped the forest on my own…what if I didn’t."
Stella gives an extended shrug. "If she was the shadow wolf, you could ask Ida to cast Sending and ask her?" she suggests. "I can help you compose a message if you'd like. "
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"I assumed she knew my name from us travelling but didn’t recognize me with the blood."
"Same. But...well..." Stella holds up out her hands, palms upwards, and teeters side to side. "Maybe it was a 'Who are you?' Like, disbelieving. You were painted in blood and calling yourself death, acting like an insane zealot of Bhaal and servant of the Iron Throne, whom she and the other druids hate with the passion of a thousand burnings stars..."
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I was just trying to gain a psychological edge since I was by myself. Fighting is more of a mind game.
"Ah, right...Aiwë joined in once or twice, and I can't blame either of you at this point...but...I do still worry about you." She nods as he continues.
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"I think this is all just getting to me....I’ve failed. The only thing that separates me from the servants of Bhaal is the law."
Stella draws her lips to a line, thinking. "And why do you serve the law?"

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"Dieter... what happened?" She also looks up at Stella for some answers as she channels her patron to heal or remove poisoning from the boy usure what happened.
"Ida!" Stella stands, continuing to hold Dieter's hand. "We...aren't quite sure. Deadly introspection? He has some memories—I'm guessing magically suppressed—that started to surface when he faced the shadow wolf druid in the mines, and..." She glances at Dieter. "He said the memories turned into a kind of comma nightmare and...he started dying. Growing ice cold. Life force leaving, like some kind of curse."
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Jan 26, 2024 12:35 am
"oh Ida..I was Y’know… Sinning…" Dieter says whipping his face "no I was attacked I think…mentally. Now I’m confused ….emotionally" he says lifting his hands slightly as if caught in a crime
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Jan 26, 2024 2:45 am
Carcabob says:

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"I think this is all just getting to me....I’ve failed. The only thing that separates me from the servants of Bhaal is the law."
Stella draws her lips to a line, thinking. "And why do you serve the law?"


" I don’t, well I do but not intentionally I don’t base my morals on government institutions but on my own conscious and the teachings of my ancestors. I serve you. I serve you, Aiwë, Runeson and the rest of us. Those that oppose you fall by my blade. It just so happens that those that oppose us also oppose the law.
Jan 26, 2024 2:48 am
Ida goes into her mind to try and make sense of what Stella and Deiter have told her.
OOC:
Feature: Researcher
When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign.
Jan 26, 2024 5:43 am
Stella tilts her head. "And why do you serve us?" she asks simply, genuinely interested.
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Jan 26, 2024 6:06 am
Carcabob says:
Stella tilts her head. "And why do you serve us?" she asks simply, genuinely interested.
"because Tulfgar asked me to. Well specifically he asked me to help you and keep you safe in your journeys. " Dieter replies.
Jan 26, 2024 5:53 pm
Ida pipes up a look of sorrow in her eyes uncharacteristic of her interactions with Deiter "I've known Tulfgar my entire life and our cousin is a good Dwarf. He sees you as a capable warrior but he wouldn't want this adventure to cause you this much angish. I know it has only been a few years that we have known you but Tylfgur trusted you and saw your potential. I know I have been harsh and unkind, but I am starting to see what Tylfgyr and Tulfgar have. She places her hand on Dieter's hand (the one not occupied by Stella.) "I do have a spell which I came across when I adventured with Tulfgyr which allows me to evoke thoughts from the person I choose. I could use it to pull memories and ideas from your mind... I just don't like using it... it feels so invasive" She looks up into Dieter's eyes "If you allow me I may be able to help you remember, or at least let you know if your memories have been warped by magic."
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Jan 26, 2024 6:03 pm
"I-I trust you, I think we should do it….does it put me back in there?" Dieter says looking down at Ida.

"Just be careful, you might see things..terrible things."Dieter warns
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Jan 26, 2024 6:17 pm
"I don't know where you were brought, but this will not plunge you back into your mind or that space." Ida moves her hand in front of Dieter's eyes and gently closes them in a soothing voice she reminds him "Breath Dieter it's ok... you are safe, I've got you" With the young boy's eyes closed she gently puts her forehead to his and slowly moves her head back away from Dieter. Between the two a string of glowing light forms as she moves away, floating and shimming before she plucks it out of the air gingerly. In her hand, it pools not unlike a liquid but it also seems more solid than that.

"I do not think that I can share the vision I am about to see from your thoughts but I will let you know what I see" Ida then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. When she opens her eyes she is in Deiter's Memory.
OOC:
You cast this spell allowing you to read or manipulate the thoughts of others. You can transform the thoughts or memories you read, into a thought strand.

Casting this spell while holding a thought strand allows you to instantly receive whatever memory, idea, or message the thought strand contains and detect if the memory is altered.
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Jan 29, 2024 6:09 pm
Ida opens her eyes. And sees very little, despite her darkvision.

Immediately she's aware of stone tiles under her feet. She can't see them, but she can tell they're uneven. Either shoddy craftsmanship or distorted over time. A very long time.

Her awareness expands outward from herself, still focused for some reason on the floor tiles. There's something about them. A pattern?

"It should not be here..." The voice hisses from the impenetrable darkness, rasping against stone like a snake's discarded skin.

"It will be consumed..." Another voice, eager and threatening.

"It has wandered far..." This voice is more feminine, in the sense of a crone's dry wheeze. "Let it speak."

"Yes... Let it speak..."

"...Speak!"

Ida hears the voices from all around. Disoriented in the darkness, she has to wonder if this is Dieter's memory at all, or if she's stumbled into a place both ancient and forbidden. But impressed on her ears and mind is the command:

Speak
Jan 29, 2024 8:40 pm
Ida tries to take in her surroundings and is alarmed by the lack of clarity around her. The only times she's ever had her sight dampened it was with nefarious magic. Unable to see beyond the darkness she focuses on the floor to steady herself.
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"It should not be here..." The voice hisses from the impenetrable darkness, rasping against stone like a snake's discarded skin.

"It will be consumed..." Another voice, eager and threatening.

"It has wandered far..." This voice is more feminine, in the sense of a crone's dry wheeze. "Let it speak."

"Yes... Let it speak..."

"...Speak!"
Ida struggles in the darkness fear creeping in unwilling to look up from the stone floor in case her eyes would meet whatever was with her
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But impressed on her ears and mind is the command:

Speak
Taking a breath and removing her fear she looks into the darkness " I am Ida Silverleaf; outcast of the forest, unwelcome of the great mines. I am here to restore the memories of my chosen cousin and will not leave until that which plagues him is removed.

Rolls

Secret Roll

Deciphering the Stone Floor - History - (1d20+5)

(20) + 5 = 25

Jan 30, 2024 1:57 pm
Perhaps it is the dwarf within her, focusing on the stone at her feet. Perhaps it is her elven blood, determined to puzzle out this mystery. Perhaps it is the unique combination that is her, but Ida can suddenly see the floor all around her, out for dozens of feet. The tiles, faded and broken, seem to call to her, begging to tell their story.

And then she sees it, so simple in its answer. So dreadful in its implications.

The tiles form a mosaic. A map, to be precise, of dozens, hundreds of lands. Some are vast while others are small, but each one is like a... pocket... on a backdrop of endless night. Each realm is bound by this void, cut off from the rest. Contained. Sealed away. A prison.

Dieter... the boy came from one of these prisons.

"Outcast..."

"Unwelcome..."

"Call the Shroud...

"It knows not..."

"It is here... Call the Shroud!"

"The Shroud... will consume it... seal it away..."

"The Shroud!"

Ida's awareness of the mosaic-map shrinks as the void between lands rises up from the tiles like dark fog, blocking her sight, writhing with tendrils like a million severed worms. Hundreds, thousands of dead-gray eyes peer at her from the fog, beckoning for her to join them in oblivion.

A terrible dread threatens to take hold of Ida, accompanied by a sure knowledge that should this fog, these tendrils of black mist touch her, she will be drawn into a fate worse than death. Her mind and spirit will be bound, her body will go cold and wither. Worse, her desiccated corpse might become a conduit for this dark power, bringing the mists into the room where her friends wait.

The black tendrils draw closer, stretching and reaching, roiling all around her.

"It will be consumed!"
Jan 30, 2024 6:16 pm
now it is Dieter watching with concern "was this what I was like?" Dieter asks Stella
Jan 31, 2024 1:34 pm
Despite the encroaching darkness Ida straightens her shoulders and ignores the countless eyes. Her hand reaches for her holy symbol "I am outcast no longer for I am a child of the light. You will tell me your secrets" Ida stands defiant against the tendrils and calls upon her spiritual guardians hoping and silently praying that Lythander could still hear her even in this liminal space and that true darkness would not be her demise.
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Rolls

Religion - (1d20+6)

(5) + 6 = 11

Religion - (1d20+6)

(18) + 6 = 24

Feb 1, 2024 2:35 am
The shadowy tendrils writhe and shy back from Ida's divine light. But not as far as they should.

"It tests us..."

"Here in our realm..."

"Its death will be sweet..."

The shadows press in on Ida, forcing themselves into her light. And beyond them... More darkness. An immense tide swelling, ready to crash down upon her and snuff out her light.

And she understands. These forsaken beings, these Dark Powers, as a collective rival the power of a god. In this secret place they are both wardens and prisoners. Whatever realms they guard, they have complete power over. A blasphemer might as well appear before Lathander in the seat of his power and make demands of him, for all the good Ida will accomplish here.

This is not a fight Ida can win.

Even as the thought occurs to her, a shaft of shadow breaks through her defenses and strikes her in the face, forcing her mouth open and crawling down her throat...

Ida is blind. She can't breathe!
OOC:
Make a Constitution saving throw! (Your Religion roll was awesome! Good things will definitely happen. After this.)

In the commonroom, Ida's eyes roll back into her head and dark purple veins pulse across her skin. She's choking!
Feb 1, 2024 2:44 am
Ida can feel her body starving of oxygen as the tendrils ravage her body a tear rolling down her cheek as fear consumes her.
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Rolls

Constitution - (1d20+1d6+3)

(6) + (2) + 3 = 11

Feb 1, 2024 2:44 am
Stella jolts, eyes wide as purple viens stretch across Ida. "What?! How...?" For a moment, she sees phantasms of Ida, images of possibilities, some collapsing this way or that. She sees one that stays firm and strong and Stella focuses on that one. "Peace, Ida," Stella breathes, trying to focus. If this didn't work, she'd take her to Miss Mirrorshade.
OOC:
Cosmic Omen to grant +1d6 to the save.
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Feb 1, 2024 2:58 am
Fear.

It's within Ida, mentally and physically. Cold, writhing, suffocating.

Come, child. This is no place for you. Lathander's blessed voice, though Ida can barely hear it. And then...


Ida falls out of her chair. Her eyes return to normal, showing that she's returned to her body, but it's obvious she can't breathe. And that cold fear remains.
OOC:
Ida takes 6 acid dmg!

Rolls

dmg to Ida (acid) - (1d8)

(6) = 6

Feb 1, 2024 3:03 am
"Ida! Breath!" Dieter begs unsure of what to do.
Feb 1, 2024 3:04 am
Ida eyes fly open as she gasps almost as though she has never consumed air, coughing and choking as her soul returns to her body. Panic in her expression as her eyes scan the room before landing on Dieter. Ida moves her mouth but still cannot make a sound as though still gaged by the darkness.
Feb 1, 2024 3:05 am
"What did you see?" Dieter asks
Feb 1, 2024 3:14 am
Eyes still fixed on Dieter shes is able to speak in a ragged voice "Di-Dieter... You're... not from here"
Feb 1, 2024 3:16 am
"Well none of us are from the friendly arm…, what do you mean?" Dieter ask with confusion.
Feb 1, 2024 3:23 am
Beginning to come back to herself a little Ida rolls her eyes at the boy "Obviously you're not from the inn..." She huffs, a little out of exacerbation, a little to still catch her breath. "I don't think you're from this plane of existence... I think you were pulled from some other world... Ida begins to describe to Dieter and Stella where she was and what happened trying to suppress the all too real fear. "Dieter I don't think I entered your memories, I think I entered the space between worlds."
Feb 1, 2024 3:25 am
"…..and this between place is inside my head" Dieter asks afraid that he is starting to track what Ida is saying.
Feb 1, 2024 3:28 am
OOC:
Ida takes 4 more acid dmg.
As Ida speaks, she feels that knot of fear inside her... move.
OOC:
Another Con save, pls!

Rolls

dmg to Ida (acid) - (1d8)

(4) = 4

Feb 1, 2024 3:30 am
Ida feels sick to her stomach and retches on the floor
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Rolls

Constitution - (1d20+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Feb 1, 2024 3:36 am
Something black and viscous pours from Ida's mouth onto the floor of the commonroom. It pours and pours... until more of the stuff out than could have possibly fit inside Ida. The pile bubbles and grows, forming itself up into a great mass of oozy tentacles!
Feb 1, 2024 3:36 am
Round 1 Player Phase!
OOC:
Ew.
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Feb 1, 2024 3:53 am
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Ida falls out of her chair. Her eyes return to normal, showing that she's returned to her body, but it's obvious she can't breathe. And that cold fear remains.
"Dieter! We have to get her to Miss Mirrorshade! Help me!" Stella says, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

When Ida wakes up, Stella's concern fades only slightly. "Ida!" She looks over Ida nervously, making sure the signs of suffocation were fleeing.
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"Dieter I don't think I entered your memories, I think I entered the space between worlds."
"Like...some kind of Astral Projection?"

When the mass of oozy tentacles starts to pool out of Ida, Stella screams to everyone else nearby and stumbles back. "Everyone GET AWAY!"

Stella wracks her brain for knowledge of what this thing might be and how to fight it, but in her panicked state can't think fast enough. She draws a constellation to fight for them, or at least buy them some time.

(Conjure Animals. Polar Bear)

The summoned polar bear lunges to bite at the thing, but its undulations leave the bear with a mouthful of air. It then swipes its claws. (I assume it's immune to slashing damage and the polar bear takes acid damage for touching it.)

Stella then shifts her body into stars, hair suddenly flowing behind her as she draws and fires a radiant arrow. (Starry Form Archer Attack. 12 radiant damage.)

She then prepares one hand to deflect the acid if it strikes her. (Stella will cast Absorb Elements if hit by acid damage.)

Noctalia swoops in then away, trying to draw its attention away for a moment. (Helping. Next round, someone will get advantage on an attack.)

"Umm....someone throw something metal at it! I have an idea."

Stella (AC 14, HP 37 / 37)
Barry (AC 12, HP 42 / 42
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Rolls

Arcana...? - (1d20+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Bite - (1d20+7, 1d8+5)

1d20+7 : (1) + 7 = 8

1d8+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

Claws - (1d20+7, 2d6+5)

1d20+7 : (16) + 7 = 23

2d6+5 : (56) + 5 = 16

Starry Form Archer Attack - (1d20+7, 1d8+4)

1d20+7 : (11) + 7 = 18

1d8+4 : (8) + 4 = 12

Feb 1, 2024 5:26 am
Heeding Stellas command Dieter hurling cutlery at the blob

Rolls

Throwing!!!! - (1D20+6, 1d20+6)

1D20+6 : (18) + 6 = 24

1d20+6 : (3) + 6 = 9

Damage - (1D4+3, 1D4+3)

1D4+3 : (2) + 3 = 5

1D4+3 : (2) + 3 = 5

Feb 2, 2024 2:28 am
Ida stumbles back after the deluge of goo spews out of her. Her face was etched with horror that the darkness (although not full of eyes this time) followed her into the material plane. Shaken and to worried to speak any more words Ida hurls the nearest object she layed hands on. In this case, it was one of the chairs as she continues to make distance between herself and the horror in front of her.
OOC:
Ida has -1 to strength so her roll for throwing is actually 17
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Rolls

Throw chair - (1d20)

(18) = 18

Chair damage - (1d4-1)

(3) - 1 = 2

Feb 2, 2024 2:47 am
"Hey guys, what—WHAT?"

Just remembered we can have weapons in the Inn, so actually, Aiwë casts Shatter.
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Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+7)

(6) + 7 = 13

Attack 2 - (1d20+7)

(19) + 7 = 26

Damage - (2d8+8)

(72) + 8 = 17

Feb 2, 2024 3:33 pm
Round 1 Summary

Screams from the other patrons fill the air as the ooze attacks!

Stella's radiant shot slams into the ooze, sizzling away some of its muck to reveal fleshy tendons underneath. Aiwe's conjured thunder momentarily drowns out the surrounding cries of panic, but still the creature moves to attack.

Dieter's thrown cutlery seems to do some damage to the thing, but then each knife and fork dissolves into the ooze's black mass. Ida's chair similarly starts dissolving once she clubs the ooze with it.

It would be a shame if some of the creature's slime were to get on a nice set of armor. Fortunately, Stella's bear occupies the thing's attention. It wraps dripping tentacles around the big animal and squeezes it hard, snapping bones as its acid melts away fur, skin, and muscle (Bear takes 33 dmg). The bear's claws tear deeply in retaliation, but the ooze seems unbothered and merely splits in two.

Now there are two oozes for the party to worry about. One breaks off from the bear and scoots toward a nearby table of patrons, tentacles raised hungrily (Bear can make an opportunity attack if it desires).

Rolls

BP vs Barry - (1d20+5)

(14) + 5 = 19

dmg to Barry (bludgeoning, acid) - (1d6+3, 4d8)

1d6+3 : (3) + 3 = 6

4d8 : (8283) = 21

dmg to Barry (acid) - (1d8)

(6) = 6

BP con save vs shatter - (1d20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

dmg to BP (thunder) - (3d8)

(564) = 15

Feb 2, 2024 3:53 pm
Round 2 Player Phase!!
OOC:
There are two now! The party has witnessed how it eats away at physical objects, such as weapons and armor.
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Feb 2, 2024 4:20 pm
Seeing the ooze instantly eat up the objects, then split, Stella grimaces, eyes wide. "Well...there goes that idea..."

"No claws, bite only!" Stella tells the struggling polar bear. Seeing it in such pain, it's flesh burning away, she wondered how...real it was. She might need to rethink the nature of conjuration and how...right it was to summon and send something in to die, even if it's essence would be released again into the planes.

She fires two powerful shots at the ooze headed for patrons, destroying it in blasts of radiance.

(Plack Pudding 2 takes lethal radiant damage. If Barry biting it doesn't kill him, Pudding 1 takes 12 piercing damage.)

Stella (14 AC, 37 / 37 HP)
Barry (12 AC, 9 / 42 HP)
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Rolls

Polar Bear Opportunity Attack (Bite) vs 2 - (1d20+7, 1d8+5)

1d20+7 : (7) + 7 = 14

1d8+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

Polar Bear Bite vs 1 - (1d20+7, 1d8+5)

1d20+7 : (9) + 7 = 16

1d8+5 : (7) + 5 = 12

Starry Form Attack vs 2 - (1d20+7, 1d8+3)

1d20+7 : (15) + 7 = 22

1d8+3 : (3) + 3 = 6

Guiding Bolt vs 2 - (1d20+7, 4d6)

1d20+7 : (4) + 7 = 11

4d6 : (5464) = 19

Feb 2, 2024 9:58 pm
Ida takes shelter behind Dieter with her hands clasped to her mouth as she watches the violence continue.
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Feb 3, 2024 12:25 am
Dieter puts his tall frame between the Ooz and Ida. He continues to hurl cutlery at the monstrosity

Dieter possibly deals lethal damage but 13 if not
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Rolls

Remaining ooz - (1D20+7, 1D20+7)

1D20+7 : (1) + 7 = 8

1D20+7 : (12) + 7 = 19

Damage disarming stuffs - (1D4+1D8+3, 1D4+1D8+3)

1D4+1D8+3 : (1) + (2) + 3 = 6

1D4+1D8+3 : (2) + (2) + 3 = 7

Feb 12, 2024 6:43 am
"No you don't!"

The ooze heading to the patrons takes 16 thunder damage from another shatter.
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Rolls

Con save V shatter - (1d20+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Damage - (3d8)

(862) = 16

Feb 13, 2024 7:45 pm
The two tentacled oozes perish under the onslaught. Their forms steam and melt, dissipating into acrid stains on the wooden floor.

Bentley Mirrorshade's small feet leave the floor as he casts a levitation spell on himself, rising up towards the ceiling so that all the patrons can see him. "Easy, now! The commotion's over!" He waves his hands in assurance. "Just a magical flare-up. So sorry for the disturbance!"

As the patrons go back to their drinks and conversations, Bentely descends easily to the floor and makes his way over to Dieter and the rest. With the smile not leaving his face, the gnome asks a few terse questions: "What in the Nine Hells happened? Will it happen again? You understand we can't have such danger appear in my establishment? This is meant to be a safe haven!"
Feb 13, 2024 7:47 pm
Dieter goes to open his mouth but firmly closes it and looks at Aiwë then Stella but definitly not Ida.
Feb 13, 2024 8:00 pm
The polar bear dissipates into stardust.

"Bently! I—I'm not sure what happened...Dieter started dying to frostbite while having some kind of dream-vision-nightmare, then Ida tried to read his mind to find out more, but started to suffocate...and, just...coughed up that ooze!" Stella turns to Ida, completely baffled. "What happened? What did you see?"
Feb 13, 2024 8:11 pm
"…Stella, can we get that dog now?" Dieter asks
Feb 13, 2024 8:25 pm
Stella stops and turns to Dieter. "That...dog...?" She looks him in the eyes, shifting from one to the other. She then remembers the question conversation in the Cloakwood and, seeing the weariness in his eyes, she relents and sighs. "Yes, we can see if we can get you a trained dog while we're here..."
Feb 13, 2024 8:31 pm
With permission received and an opportunity to avoid his emotions dieter slips out to find a best friend.

Rolls

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (20) + 9 = 29

1D20+9 : (15) + 9 = 24

Feb 14, 2024 6:34 pm
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"Bently! I—I'm not sure what happened...Dieter started dying to frostbite while having some kind of dream-vision-nightmare, then Ida tried to read his mind to find out more, but started to suffocate...and, just...coughed up that ooze!"
Bentley's face goes through several changes from disgust, to fear, to a sudden excited twinkle in his eye. "Oh fascinating! A mystery of immensely magical matters!" His eyes dart back and forth as he thinks. "I've never heard of a spell that can result in such nastiness. Perhaps a curse?" He snaps his thin fingers. "Have you raided a mummy's tomb recently? Or opened any books better left shut? Swallowed a lich's phylactery?!"

Hearing patrons call for service, the excitable innkeeper insists they go speak with his wife. "If it's a curse, surely Gellana will be able to sort you out! But I'll be thinking this over anyway!" The little fellow has a spring in his step as he skitters around the conspicuous stains on the floor.
Feb 14, 2024 7:03 pm
Dieter's eagerness to find a canine companion results in quickly finding several options of 'good boys' and 'good girls'.

The first is a beautiful beastie with long, golden hair. The owner assures Dieter that the animal comes from a long, pure line of Aglarond Retrievers, very rare in these parts. (150 gp)

The second is a tiny, skinny rat-dog. It's legs quiver with anxiety in Dieter's presence. Its owner claims the thing knows several tricks, but the only thing it seems to be able to do is leave puddles on the ground. (70 gp)

The owner of the third dog has a hard time bringing the animal to heel. This dog's built like a big block of granite with oversized, gangly paws, indicating it hasn't finished growing yet. It doesn't so much pull on the leash as just lean, but it's enough to make the owner stumble. "This one's been eating us out o' house and home. Hate to part with the lug, but the wife wants it gone." (0 gp)

The last dog is... a handful. Apparently an elven ranger passed by some time ago with a blink dog companion, which got a little friendly with the owner's previous pet. The result of that serendipitous union is an odd-looking mutt unable to control its occasional teleportation. As Dieter watches, the young dog curiously sniffs some nearby flowers and then sneezes itself up into a nearby tree, where it whimpers in confusion. The owner claims it's one-of-a-kind, and therefore the rarest breed of all. (300 gp)
Feb 14, 2024 7:16 pm
Dieter isn’t to interested in the pure breed or the shaky…thing. He takes his time with the big puppy as well as with the blink dog. Both seem to fit his needs but they of course need to have the appropriate qualifications.

With the large dog he ask the owner what language it’s trained to receive commands in. And what its typical schedule is. He asks if it’s ever been around horses.

Dieter takes special care with the blink dog, he quickly climbs the tree hoping to coerce the dog into his arms and down the tree. Using his rope he belays himself and the dog down. "has the pup received any training? What was the mother’s vocation?"

Rolls

Animal handling w/disadvantage if applicable. - (1D20-1, 1D20-1)

1D20-1 : (8) - 1 = 7

1D20-1 : (8) - 1 = 7

Luck x2 - (1D20-1, 1D20-1)

1D20-1 : (17) - 1 = 16

1D20-1 : (12) - 1 = 11

Feb 14, 2024 11:23 pm
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With the large dog he ask the owner what language it’s trained to receive commands in. And what its typical schedule is. He asks if it’s ever been around horses.
"What language? Jus' Common, really. Otherwise it'd know more languages 'n me! Goes once in the morning, once at night. An' it's jus' fine round the usual critters. Horses, cattle. 'Cept rats. Shakes those things like a doll!"
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Dieter takes special care with the blink dog, he quickly climbs the tree hoping to coerce the dog into his arms and down the tree. Using his rope he belays himself and the dog down. "has the pup received any training? What was the mother’s vocation?"
The pup's eager to get down into Dieter's arms, but hesitant to actually make the transition. Still, with just a bit of coaxing the young dog slides into safety. It squirms around to nervously lick Dieter's face as they descend.

"Well, it's trained to not do it's business in the house. Not to bark at livestock. Still whines at night though..."
Feb 14, 2024 11:41 pm
"Well, it’ll be a lot of work but I think I can take him off your hands for 150 gold. It’s young and a liability around your farm, 150 is fair price." Dieter barters for the blink dog, he acts like he’s doing the farmer a favour which he believes he is.
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"What language? Jus' Common, really. Otherwise it'd know more languages 'n me! Goes once in the morning, once at night. An' it's jus' fine round the usual critters. Horses, cattle. 'Cept rats. Shakes those things like a doll!"
"I’ll give him a good home and family" Dieter says handing the farmer two gold.
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Rolls

Persuasion - (1D20+0)

(15) = 15

Feb 15, 2024 2:42 am
Ida looks at Stella and then to Aiwe and Stephan one hand still over her mouth the other points to the door. She starts to head outside to and to a quieter location in case more foul goo spews from her mouth.

Once outside Ida begins to speak and recounts all the things that happened in her in the dream. Stomach rolling and waves of nausea still pulse through her buts shes unsure if its from whatever came out of her… or worse yet is within her or its just a reaction to the trauma just incurred.
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Feb 15, 2024 3:42 am
"I think Bently's right. We should definitely have you and Dieter see Gellana...Wait, where—Ugh..." Stella says looking around for Dieter. She huffs. "Let me show you where Gellana is, then I'll go find Deiter..." She asks Noctalia to help her search.

She helps Ida to the temple, then goes searching for Dieter. "I'll be back soon and can pay for everything."

With the help of Noctalia, Stella locates Dieter. "There you are! What...what kind of dog is that?" she squints.
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Feb 15, 2024 4:04 am
"This" Dieter says holding up the blink mutt "is a 100% good boy"Dieter has a huge smile on his face we’re still in negotiations though, it’s a blink dog mix. And this is …idk I haven’t named him yet but he’s a sweety" Dieter says referring to the huge puppy next to him.
Feb 15, 2024 4:15 am
Stella raises an eyebrow and folds her arms, doing her best impression of her father's unamused look. "Dieter. we agreed to a dog. Singular. And blink dog mix...? What does that mean?"
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Rolls

Arcana - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Feb 15, 2024 7:06 am
"Well the first dog was free, this dog is a special case. He won’t fit in around here and I think he needs us to grow into his own."Dieter explains "he can teleport, I just had to get him out from the tree.

Rolls

Perception (is the is guy a wizard and screwing me out of 150g - (1D20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Feb 15, 2024 5:27 pm
Stella blinks. With her eyes, that is—not the teleportation kind of blink. "It's a dog. That can teleport. And either purposely or accidentally got itself stuck in a tree. You realize how troublesome and problematic that sounds, right?" She sighs. "What if we're...I don't know, on the road and it gets itself stuck in a tree every few minutes? Or we're infiltrating another secret mine or hideout or something and it POOF! Bark, bark!" She mimics an excited puppy for a moment, then her face drops dead serious and tilts her head, looking Dieter sidelong. "Aaaand now we're dead...not to mention the 'free' dog...there's probably a reason it was free..."
Feb 15, 2024 5:34 pm
"it was free because it was getting too big for the house, they’re trained not to bark. The big one will watch camp and the horses. I think the blink dog will come in handy, if we don’t take him he’ll probably end up as a stray all scared and alone"

Rolls

Persuasion (puppy eyes help action) - (1D20+0, 1D20+0)

1D20+0 : (18) = 18

1D20+0 : (18) = 18

Feb 15, 2024 7:21 pm
Ida numbly follow Stella who drops her off in the temple. She sits quietly in the lobby and waits for stella and dieter to return
Feb 15, 2024 8:01 pm
Stella stares at Dieter, eyebrow still raised and hand on her hip. She glances down at the puppy who happens to be staring back at her. She inhales deeply and sighs, turning away. "Fiiiiiiine," She turns back and pokes Dieter in the chests. "But this one only because I happen to care very deeply for the well-being of animals. You've got three strikes before we sell one of them for troublemaking. Deal?"

She turns to the farmer, reaching into her coin purse. "How much?"
Feb 15, 2024 9:07 pm
I return to the in in good spirits. Whistling a tune only to find it in disarray and missing a large portion of its usual patrons.
"What happened here?!?! It looks like there was some sort of fight?"
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Feb 22, 2024 10:37 pm
Dieter was able to secure a deal for the blink mutt. 150 gold pieces, plus 2 for the 'free' dog.
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"This" Dieter says holding up the blink mutt "is a 100% good boy"
The pup's tail wags furiously as he wriggles in Dieter's arms, tongue lolling out.
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"And this is …idk I haven’t named him yet but he’s a sweety" Dieter says referring to the huge puppy next to him.
The big animal lets out a happy bark, sending birds fleeing from nearby perches.
Feb 23, 2024 6:16 am
Stella's eyes seem to nearly bulge out of her head at hearing the price, several eye-stars a shocked white. Keeping her word, and not wanting to make any more of a scene, she shells over several strings of her own coinage. "Three strikes..." she repeats to Dieter.

Stella and Dieter arrive at the temple with not one, but two dogs. "Unless we get permission from Miss Mirrorshade, they stay out here," she tells him, handing him some rope to tie them somewhere.

They then enter and find Ida. "How are you feeling?" Stella asks, then goes to find Miss Mirrorshade.
Feb 23, 2024 6:15 pm
Dieter ties them to a hitch post with a reasonable lead, "stay." he orders in a clear voice and gives them each a piece of dried meat when they obey. He then follows Stella in
Feb 23, 2024 10:44 pm
Ida is startled by Stella's return clearly deep in thought about what all this could mean not just for Dieter but their universe as a whole. "Oh... I mean... I'm fine" she says quietly. She sees Dieter enter moments later as Stella moves further in clearly looking for something or someone. Ida studies the young boy, he looked and moved like all the other humans she had encountered but after her vision, she couldn't shake that there was something different about him.
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Feb 25, 2024 9:21 pm
Gellana Mirrorshade's eyes twinkle in recognition of Stella and Dieter. "Welcome back, friends! How can I serve you today?" She gives a sympathetic grimace. "I hope no other members of your party are in need of a resurrection?"
Feb 29, 2024 3:49 pm
"Gellana! It's so good to see you," Stella says, slightly wearily. "No resurrections today. But perhaps something more...esoteric?" She tilts her head and glances back at Dieter and Ida.

"On our latest excursion Dieter encountered someone—a druid tied to the Shadowfell?—that seemed to trigger a dormant memory, causing it to resurface. He started trying to focus on that memory, and when he did...he essentially fell unconscious, having a kind of a..." she gestures indistinctly. "...nightmare vision, and I saw him start freezing to death. But he...escaped? Ida here used her magic to try to look into his memories, but then, she started suffocating and regurgitated a black ooze that started attacking! Thankfully, nobody got hurt." She pauses, then looks at Ida. "Wait, what did you see in there?"
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Feb 29, 2024 8:49 pm
The short priestess' lips twist into an inquisitive frown as she looks Dieter over. "Hmm. The Shadowfell! How interesting..." She feels his hands. "Still chilled. Well. Why don't you all come and have some tea. That should warm the boy up, at least, and perhaps soothe Miss Ida's stomach."

She invites the group to one of the empty patient rooms, gets them seated, and then fetches and serves some hot tea.

Gellana holds her cup in both hands. "I'm afraid I don't know much about the Shadowfell, and I'm flummoxed as to how a memory could hold such dark power." She frowns into her tea, brow furrowed in thought. "But even though it's not my expertise, there are some paths open to you if you want to pursue them."

She holds up a slender finger. "Candlekeep. There is much knowledge sealed away in those halls, and chances are you could find a sage who knows the answer or can point you in the right direction. Good luck getting into the place, though. Usually you need to offer a worthy addition to their written works in order to gain entry."

The gnome lifts a second finger. "Baldur's Gate. Almost anything can be found there, if you've enough coin to purchase it. I'm sure there's a knowledgeable wizard who can tell you more of the Shadowfell. Ramazith, perhaps? If he's still around."

Gellana hesitates, a pained expression on her face. "A third option could be... Well. Didn't you first come to the Friendly Arm in the company of a certain artifact haunted by a deathly spirit? If the cursed thing is still to be found in these parts, perhaps you could ask it what it might know about the Shadowfell."

Rolls

Gellana religion - (1d20+6)

(3) + 6 = 9

Feb 29, 2024 9:22 pm
"interesting, I fear we much to uncover. Terrible truths and sweet lies.

you think breaking whatever seal is on my memories is beyond your power?
Dieter asks
Mar 1, 2024 2:21 am
Gellana shakes her head. "Truthfully, I imagine my clerical skills are not far beyond Miss Ida's. And if she, a devotee of Lathander, could not bring light to your mind, I feel that it would be yet more difficult for myself."

She smiles at Dieter. "But you'll get it all sorted, eventually. You're a good lad, with a good heart, and with loyal friends beside you I have no doubt that you will be able to overcome whatever obstacles are ahead." She spreads her hands. "You returned to this life for many purposes. Perhaps putting your own buried fears to rest will be your greatest achievement of all."

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