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[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

More Halflings? Good. Lawrick needs more to kickstart his biscuit-selling MLM.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

Lawrick Goodbiscuit, of Gladharrow

Lawrick Goodbiscuit

Age: 68

Gender: Male

Race: Halfling

Background: One of the many heirs of the famed Granny Goodbiscuit, known for her eponymous "Granny's Goodbiscuits" before she went insane, Lawrick has exhausted much of his family's modest fortune funding his many "Get Rich Quick" schemes. Now with his fortune finally squandered and with the victims of his cons hot on his tail, Lawrick joined King Neiryl's expedition to the Ash Glade, with plans to open a new "Granny's Goodbiscuits" and restore his family's fortune. Of course, how Lawrick will do that without any experience in baking is a mystery on its own.

Inventory: On his person, Lawrick wears a thick cloth cloak that doubles as a blanket for cold nights over a set of traveler's apparel. Lawrick also carries a thick traveler's staff that also doubles as a Halfling-sized quarterstaff. Most of Lawrick's most prized possessions are container in his knapsack, a hearty leather satchel that follows the Halfling philosophy of never having too many pockets. Inside his knapsack are a week's worth of Halfling rations, a smoking pipe, smokable herbs, flint & steel, and a mess of papers detailing Granny Goodbiscuits' secret formula... or at least, what Lawrick thinks is her secret formula.

Goals: As stated, Lawrick's newest scheme is to rekindle the family business in this new settlement. Of course, he's never baked in his life, so Lawrick will have to study Granny's strange recipes... He's not quite sure what to make of them, himself, but he's never baked before! Maybe it's just one of Granny's many eccentricities.

Other: I suppose it goes without saying, but Granny's "recipes" definitely aren't for biscuits. What they actually are, I'll leave completely to the mercy of the GM. Maybe they're a plot plot device, a set of notes detailing magic that Halflings were not meant to see, or even as mundane as a cream to remove bunions.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

its biscuit time

Lawrick Goodbiscuit, of Gladharrow

Lawrick Goodbiscuit

Age: 68

Gender: Male

Race: Halfling

Background: One of the many heirs of the famed Granny Goodbiscuit, known for her eponymous "Granny's Goodbiscuits" before she went insane, Lawrick has exhausted much of his family's modest fortune funding his many "Get Rich Quick" schemes. Now with his fortune finally squandered and with the victims of his cons hot on his tail, Lawrick joined King Neiryl's expedition to the Ash Glade, with plans to open a new "Granny's Goodbiscuits" and restore his family's fortune. Of course, how Lawrick will do that without any experience in baking is a mystery on its own.

Inventory: On his person, Lawrick wears a thick cloth cloak that doubles as a blanket for cold nights over a set of traveler's apparel. Lawrick also carries a thick traveler's staff that also doubles as a Halfling-sized quarterstaff. Most of Lawrick's most prized possessions are container in his knapsack, a hearty leather satchel that follows the Halfling philosophy of never having too many pockets. Inside his knapsack are a week's worth of Halfling rations, a smoking pipe, smokable herbs, flint & steel, and a mess of papers detailing Granny Goodbiscuits' secret formula... or at least, what Lawrick thinks is her secret formula.

Goals: As stated, Lawrick's newest scheme is to rekindle the family business in this new settlement. Of course, he's never baked in his life, so Lawrick will have to study Granny's strange recipes... He's not quite sure what to make of them, himself, but he's never baked before! Maybe it's just one of Granny's many eccentricities.

Other: I suppose it goes without saying, but Granny's "recipes" definitely aren't for biscuits. What they actually are, I'll leave completely to the mercy of the GM. Maybe they're a plot plot device, a set of notes detailing magic that Halflings were not meant to see, or even as mundane as a cream to remove bunions.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

Given that this is a RTD game, don't feel bad if your character dies

@Vatonage

I've been waiting for a dice game where I can play a Halfling.

Akasha Agency

None of my ideas are sticking, so I'll likely rescind interest in case anyone's waiting for me here. Sorry and good luck!

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Malphas
Abode of the Illuminated

@Rune_Alchemist

A secret cult within the small, seaside village? How scandalous! Malphas couldn't help but feel as if he was truly among kindred spirits after all. As for the hunter's protests...

"Oh, but I beg to differ. I've learned quite a bit on my way here with the help provided, while still making it here on a timely matter!"

Seeing Soyala vouch for him, Malphas blew her a quick kiss before they proceeded forward into the temple. As they entered, Malphas could not help but feel impressed at the finery of this secret temple. While it was a little drab and empty, Malphas was particularly interested in the paintings. He didn't look at them too long, however, for fear of his sanity.

"Ah, a thief among us, huh?" Malphas asked with interest as Soyala explained why he was brought here. "Well, if that's the case, I must ask how much time we have to scheme and surmise. Does the Illuninator wish for the burglar's head before they leave the temple, or do we have some time afterwards? It could be best to plan some sort of attack while they are exhausted, tapped of resources..."

Malphas began to think of the lessons learned during his brief time in this new world. Malphas thought of the communal gatherings the village had, serving dinner to everyone. Malphas also thought of the poisonous flower, and its effects it had on the deer. Finally, Malphas thought back to the beginning, to those who he had awoken with... To have the same divinity as he does, Malphas thought of them as powerful allies. At the same time, however, he could not ignore how they could potentially be his worst enemies in his further plans. To succeed in the task given to him, as well as further aide in establishing himself in this strange new world, Malphas would have to align these goals together when thinking of a solution...

... Luckily, Malphas did not have to think too hard as his eyes found themselves wandering to the painting of the man ripping his face off.

"I may have an idea, granted we have enough time." Malphas professed, turning towards the rest of the group. "First off, I must ask... How much of those corpse flowers bloom in this temple? Two or three will suffice, so long as I can keep one intact and untouched for myself. I've got an obligation to meet back at the village. Secondly, how long will it take for you hunters to find a large enough beast to prepare for a feast? It doesn't have to feed the entire village, just a small group of adventurers."

Malphas took off his mitts for a moment, stroking his chin with some thought.

"You said this girl, Lazhira, was an outcast? And she is traveling with others who possess similar blessings to myself, strangers wishing to establish themselves in this strange world... If that much is true, then perhaps we should give them what they yearn for: Acceptance, to belong, to contribute, and to find a new home.

"Instead of going through the trouble of meddling in that death trap ourselves, we prepare a hero's feast in their honor! Except, the main course shall have a... special ingredient. You wish to see what I have learned on my own, don't you?" Malphas grinned to the hunter who held a knife to his throat. "Killing the lot of them is unnecessary, and perhaps impossible with the flower alone as one of the blessings we were given was physical endowment, but I saw the effects of that poison first hand on an animal much larger than you and I. Between the flower's effects and their tiredness from traversing that dungeon, they shall be incapacitated at the very least, which should give us more than enough time to take what we need, what is rightfully the Illuminator's."

Malphas turned to the image of the man ripping off his visage once more, a curious thought planted to his head.

"The Illuminator is known to have many faces, many guises, yes? Would they be willing to bestow that gift temporarily to those who wish to enact their will? I'm afraid of being... recognized by the others, you see. But if they see me as a friendly stranger, rather than myself, then perhaps they may believe in me more, for just a moment."

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Malphas
Abode of the Illuminated

@Rune_Alchemist

Malphas entered the cave curiously, expecting some trouble. What he didn't expect, however, was a knife for his throat so early on. Were the followers of this Illuminator that untrustworthy? Or perhaps they were cutthroats who lead new travelers to this death trap to collect what little belongings they have. No matter what they were, Malphas could not help but grin. It's as if he found his own people!

"Cease! I come under the will of the Illuminator!" Malphas hollered, so that whoever else is in this decrepit cave would hear him. He then raised both his hands to his head, ensuring not to touch himself with his poison-tainted mitts.

"Search me, if you wish." Malphas told the one who had a knife to his throat. "You'll find the stone the old crone had given me. That should be enough for my entry? yes?

"Ah, but I wouldn't touch my dagger with your bare hands if I were you. Lets say I was experimenting a bit with the local flora and fauna on my way here. It's only by the Illuminator's will that I learn everything about this world, no?"

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

It just feels metagamey to jump at me lying when there's little justification towards it other than the fact I was writing that I was in-character. Anyway, we already discussed this on Chatzy, just adding this input here for our GM to see.

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

Feels like a pretty baseless attempt at an Insight check, to be honest. Being wise doesn't necessarily mean being able to detect the slightest lie from everyone. I tend to be against rolling between players, and this has little justification to begin with, given everyone's apparent knowledge on arcane magic

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

Nethruel

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Nethruel couldn't help but be amused at these turn of events. While he was expecting something along the lines of just bringing his unconscious body along until they reached their destination, he certainly was not expecting a swift end to the man's life. Not that he was complaining or anything... Well, Nethruel would have probably preferred if someone else's throat was slashed if only to not hear them talking. It was their loud antics that did get them into this mess in the first place, and it was a shame that it ended up causing a death to the fodder.

Nethruel's expression did not falter when Ironheart's head was crushed.

That aside, the Eladrin had a feeling none of them would realize that such a thing was a mistake on their parts. At the same time, he could not simply raise his own inquiries about the situation. Nethruel figured he should show off some magic, especially since they expected him to be a "Wizard," after all. And what better way to kill two birds with one stone than to show off he has a spell that allows him to Comprehend Languages?

Of course, Nethruel was not wasting a spell slot to criticize his allies. Using a fey glamor, a sprinkling of soot and salt, and a bit of Sylvan, the Warlock imitated the casting of a spell utilizing Prestidigitation. He then placed his book down, walking towards the scene with his arms crossed

"Perhaps you lot have learned your lesson? Obnoxious theatrics while on the roads will get us all killed." Nethruel stated in Common, shaking his head. "And before you ask, I cast a spell that allows me to speak your simpleton language." Nethruel was aware that Comprehend Languages did not allow him to speak the language he was comprehending, but he was also aware that these fools wouldn't know the same.

"Hurry on with your strange burial rituals. In the Gloaming Court, our dead aren't afforded that luxury. We do have time to spare, at the very least, so I don't see much harm in indulging in your customs." Nethruel spoke as he marched along towards the unconscious goblin, making sure to avoid any brain matter on the way.

"I'm afraid I don't know the incantations needed to speak the languages of these little mongrels, but I can translate if needed, should we still plan to question it."