Ms Ravenwinter

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

"And now with this shit!" was the only thing Evyrless had done in her limited hesitation of the moment. Immediately on the final syllable, she darted off to the side out the mouth of the alley. With a leap, she grabbed hold of the adjacent building where her fingers suddenly sunk into the mudstone masonry. With quick jumps up the vertical surface, Evyrless had fled to the rooftop. She made a leap across to the next building, but before she could touch ground there was a deafening blast that threw her entirely across with her back skidding against the next rooftop.

For a moment, Evyrless was a coughing mess from being harshly laid flat on her ass. A brief recovery was made and she swung herself to her feet. Quick steps were made until she could peer over the side of the building. No sign of one of them, but there was his straggler friend caught in the mess as usual. She stepped off the ledge projected her palm toward the thief. "Hey, shitsucker!" she taunted as necromantic chains launched and spun around the man's legs, [Immobilizing] him.

roll

Perception 16. roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2297

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

The fight broke out over breakfast and Evyrless didn't say a word. She could've helped, maybe even be the good little cleric and stop the scuffle altogether as soon as the Dragonborn pounced. She didn't. She just carried on with her meal, looking on at the events with stoicism. If they actually did kill each other, she figured, then it wouldn't be in her place or her interest to stop it. After all, there were no combatants or traitors among them. But when the Druid spoke of the Gate, she suddenly called her own passivity into question. She sought not to meddle with the locals but it became quite evident that it was perhaps in her best interests to break her own rule. The threat on Lorenthar's life was lifted before she realized the fault in her inaction, and the Druid was no worse for wear.

In the midst of all this, the songs of morning birds suddenly ceased. Looking about, Evyrless found that visitors were upon them. A great many visitors, in fact. But as they spoke to the man-lion, then subsequently the drake, it was made clear that they were well-intentioned visitors. Drajhan spoke of the Gate to them and Evyrless unseated herself to approach the Firbolg leader. "Yes, the Gate. How do we bring it back? Must we conjure a new one? Can we scry to see if it's caught in another plane?" She spoke as calmly as her composure could allow with her near-frantic questioning. Pulling at her amulet and displaying it to the chief Druid, she said, "Death is a friend to nature, and in her name I will do all that I can to see your Gate to the Feywild restored."

Roll

Possibly unnecessary Persuasion roll. Just in case.
19. roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2302

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The booming sound of wardrums began to fade into the distance, masked by the all-encompassing city chatter. With a bounce to her step, Yvah moved toward the innhouse where she believed her party was still present. As the gathering across the street from her destination dispersed, Yvah noticed some familiar faces. "Hey!" she called through the streets, "General man's having a party down the street, just follow the drums!" After she gave her message, she immediately turned heel back around to face the parade she just returned from and started her own unique little skipping march toward their objective.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Leaves can do many things. They can be a part of a tree and never leave their home, never stopping their work. Wind can take a leaf and the leaf will fly to many places wherever the wind blows. Leaves can also be picked by an overenergetic girl and ground into morning tea. Today: the leaves became tea.

After the party had shuffled off to the breakfast table, Yvah stayed beside her bed, sipping away. During tea time, things became still for her. The familiar clatter and chatter of metropolitan life faded into distant whispers crashing against her tranquil silence. The waxy scent of poorly-wrought candles was overwhelmed by the gentle aroma of her drink. The room itself even began to fade into black... then suddenly apparate into her senses again as she jolted herself awake. Tea time made Yvah sleepy.

Her drink started to kick in soon after, her lethargy peeling off as she stowed the portable tea set away. She sprung up from her kneeling position with a lively bounce before performing some preliminary stretches. This had immediately preceded Yvah's approach to the innroom window. Before even peering out into the street below, she unlatched the wooden-lattice framed glass doors and swung them open to the outside. A smile drew across her face as she stepped onto the sill and felt the wind brush through her hair. She was revisited by the raucous city clamor and felt at ease.

Leaning forward, Yvah passed through the window steadily. She drew in a long breath as her body eased forward, then released as she plummeted downward. The thud of her landing was muted as she caught herself gracefully on her feet. Her feline ears twitched to attention from one direction to the other. The streets pulsed with civilians, the life of a bustling city, with a prophet of doom gathering a clot on the wayside. But what caught Yvah's attention wasn't the talk of the end times, something she'd learned to ignore long ago, but the sound of a large celebration. "Today is festival day!"

Paying no heed to the current actions of her party members, Yvah took a jaunt toward the festivities. Strolling through the throngs, she turned the corner and before her was the source of the sound. It was a parade. A war parade by the looks of it. The crowd gathered at the edges of the street to watch a military march. At the center of the march were a group of armored horses bearing the city's ruling class. At the front of this rode the General themself, leading the march of their people. Yvah wanted to join in the fun, but she realized that perhaps her companions might want to know of the current whereabouts of the person they were charged with speaking to. So she made some haste in returning to them with word of this.

rolls

Acrobatics roll to avoid a facial landing out of the window: 14. roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2178
Perception roll to notice and find the nearby parade: 27. roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2179

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Yvah

The Roguish Feline Monk



"There are three ways that I deal with problems. Make friends with it, punch it, or sneak up to it, then punch it."

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

((OOC: Combo post with Evyrless and Drajhan))

The first watch passed rather uneventfully, and the dragonborn woke up the great cat whose snoring was enough to keep Drajhan awake during his watch with little other effort. Before retiring himself, Draj decided that this seemed an opportune time to make up for an earlier misunderstanding. Draj sidled up towards the wood elf and plopped down nearby, clearing his throat in preparation for words that rarely were uttered. “Madam, I believe I owe you an apology,” he said softly.

The voice rung through the last drifting vestiges of Evyrless’s slumbering trance. Her back visibly tensed at the interruption before giving way with a long meditative sigh. Looking over to him with a blank, chillingly emotionless stare, she says, “But what must a Baron apologize for?”

“In truth, not much,” Draj replied. “But I seem to have misjudged your station earlier during our... let’s just call it an unpleasant altercation. You had slapped me, and I spoke harshly. I did not realize you were devoted to the Raven Queen as I am. In my defense... you had slapped me.” Drajhan shrugged as if this were an occurrence that happened with some frequency. “But I should have considered before I reacted. This, combined with the healing you gave us earlier, puts me squarely in your debt. And so, I apologize.”

“Trust me when I say this… sir,” she hisses the final word, “That won’t be the last time I’ll have to strike you.” Her gaze runs cold toward Draj before turning aside to view the site before them. Noticing the cat standing vigil before the camp, Evyr stood from her perch. Eyes forward rather than meeting the drake’s again, she said, “Apology accepted,” before stepping forward off the hut onto the grass below.

“I suppose another apology is in order,” Draj called after her before getting to his feet. “I was unaware that we had met previously, or have seemed to have forgotten.” He followed Evyr off the roof, somewhat less gracefully than the elf, but thankfully he landed on his feet. “Oof... anyways, it seems I somehow did not remember your face, as that is the only reason I can see why you would believe I would be someone you should strike multiple times. It must have been quite a foul relationship indeed.” Drajhan dusted off the grass from his trousers before looking back at Evyr. “If for some reason we have not met, I would request you take the time to get to know your companions before making such a brash decision. It is difficult to take back a blow that has been struck.”

“I will be precisely as brash as I must be.” Evyrless swiftly turned on her heel to meet Draj’s gaze. Her stance shifted, becoming less composed. Her face contorted into a snarl. “Where I come from, there are more sniveling, pompous, arrogant dignitaries than I could dare to count. And to think that I would meet one that would feign allegiance to my Queen. You’re lucky that I only intend on striking you with my hand.”

“I have also met my fair share of pompous dignitaries,” Drajhan replied. “And I have butted heads with several. Be assured that I have no intentions on forcing you to do what I say. That is a good way for a leader to become headless.” He smiled sweetly at Evyr, flashing a very toothy grin. “In addition, you may rest assured that my allegiance to the Raven Queen is as devout as any other allegiance I may have. I may not live up to all of the expectations that a member of the clergy may have, but I certainly shall do my best, and shall listen if you believe my worship requires a modicum of correction.”

Draj withdrew his blade slightly from his sheath, highlighting the jewel embedded in the center of the guard. “See this jewel? This is a symbol of a Hexblade, one of the Raven Queen’s many servants. It is from this Hexblade that I draw all of my strength and magic. My servitude to the Queen is sealed with an unbreakable Pact. Please remember this when you next question my loyalties.”

The almost forcibly reserved nature of Evyrless sunk back into her as she retracted her confrontational posture. She didn’t seem either impressed or convinced at the bejeweled metal, but it gave her reason to stay her frustrations for now. “We shall see,” she said. Turning away once more, she marched to her watch for the night.

“That is all I ask, milady,” Drajhan replied quietly as Evyrless walked away. This time, he declined to follow, instead returning to where he had made his bed for the evening. Perhaps “friends” was too strong a word for their new relationship, but both now understood they were on the same team. In the dragonborn’s eyes, that showed some progress.

Roll

Perception: 25

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

And at that point a whole bunch of conversation happened at once. The two that followed her wanted to get their points across clearly: They were going to keep following Evyrless and they (hopefully) wouldn't harm her. The big one seemed too thick to lie and the one with bloody antlers didn't care enough about any of this to lie either. Stacey here was just getting completely overwhelmed with the exchange from what she could tell, the poor thing. It made sense, the Blightwaters come from a dingy farming village that Evyrless almost wished she never visited. But the pay for that job was good and the company was... surprising. And of course, the kid literally explodes onto the scene just as she was going to interject somewhere in this situation.

Okay, one at a time. "You," she pointed at Mal, "Follow me all you like, but cross me and you'll never see my cute ass again."

"I don't know about you," she then turned to Wren, "But if you're in the business of hijinks and tomfoolery then I could use a shapeshifter."

Evyrless looked over and tickled Stacey's necklace. "We'll talk later, but if I know Blightflowers then I know you'll be a good healer." Looking her over and sizing her up, Evyrless says, "As well as something to distract the guards with."

"And kid, if you're going to show off, at least cut off the lights. We don't want more people following us eternally like Rocky and Bullwinkle over here."

Open Legend - A demon, an angel, and a psychopomp walk into a bar...

Ilumen Conceal

One day, five cold, frigid winters ago, you entertained a guest. Brick, the merciful cleric who you would consider the only father you've ever had, introduced you to her. In your isolation you've had the pleasure to hear very few names. Most were overheard while you picked food from people's houses or stole their livestock's feed, so only three names had been given to you personally. Brick, Ilumen, and five years ago, Arianna.

Halflings weren't something you've ever seen yourself, but you had read of them before, so the moment where you first saw her and mistook her for a child was shortly passed. The woman was the curious sort, sending you a barrage of questions the entire night. Questions about your species, your relationship with Brick, how you'd come to live in the wilderness and questions of how you'd been able to feed yourself all of these years. Through all of this she kept the fire warm and kept the food flowing steadily. Before she eventually left, she asked you one last question: Would you like to go on an adventure? You were hesitant, caught off guard, but after a moment of consideration you agreed. What kind of respect could you earn while hiding in the frozen wastes?

A week ago, Brick marched back to you again, bearing provisions for you. Among the food was a letter that bore the name you had last heard five years past. It was a call to adventure. You were tasked with taking a ferry to the mainland and meeting Arianna in a tavern called the Frozen Ogre in a week's time. The letter also contained enough coin to pay for the ferry and a night in the inn. The next day you set out to port clothed in a concealing cloak, Brick's farewell gift to you to bid you safe travels, and you sailed to adventure.

Merrillka Kovascu

Not very many have received your care and lived to tell the tale. One such 'lucky' (of course, you didn't see it this way) individual was a tiny wizard who actually had the manners to introduce herself to you. Arianna Evendale. Like many before her, she asked questions; but unlike many before her, these questions were about what death is like, what kind of duties someone in your position has, if she could eat if she was dead and if she could pet Wray-Wray. The latter being something she did do, much do her dismay. Foxes like to bite.

Eventually she noticed you interact with something in the physical plane and she became ecstatic. More questions came, now squarely about you. Where you came from, who you used to be, how you're able to interact with things if you're dead, if the living can see you, et cetera. She explained herself, saying she was an adventurer who had become fatally ensnared in a bed of plunging spikes. She was the genuinely inquisitive sort, to the point where she risked her life in a lich tomb just to uncover someone's secrets. Seeing you as an entity capable of acting within the mortal plane gave her an idea that maybe you could also be an adventurer. After some time, her form stated to fade, like the others that had come to limbo and retreated back to their lives. Before she was revived, she told you that she'd send word whenever she had an adventure waiting for you as a means of occupying your weary soul. Then she vanished.

Quite recently she sent word. Another spirit came under your care. It was a man who had been standing on a ledge and contemplating jumping when suddenly, just when he had made up his mind not to, a gust of wind pushed him over. While going through the motions of consoling this man as he was essentially grieving his own death, a force seemed to come over him. He was somehow possessed. The man relayed a message that Arianna Evendale requested your assistance on an adventure and that she wished for you to meet her at the Frozen Ogre in the Summerless Isles. While an interesting trick, you refused, and the man's wits came back to him. A day later, a woman came under your care bearing the same message. And then another. And then another... Eventually you agreed with much frustration, and you and your troupe of lost souls set forth to the frigid lands to the north. Not that the cold really bothered you anymore.

Mayu Elsar

Many different kinds of faces came through the tavern in your time, and not just due to the time you've spent here. Middleton, while a modestly sized town, was host to many travelers. Some were fishers or whalers, taking advantage of the deeply populated seas of the isles. Some were simply passing through as Middleton set on the safest path between two large cities, Versalais in the forests of the South and Frostkiln in the mountains to the East. But many were adventurers, treasure hunters, prospectors and anyone intending to profit from them. You never really cared as to why, just some cobweb filled, frozen ruins that've all been picked clean by now, but they gave the tavern good business. Better yet, the kind of business that keeps the days interesting.

One of these faces has been hanging around the tavern and sleeping in the inn for a month now. A short one with baggy robes, a fancy cane and a shield as big or bigger than they were. You couldn't really place if they were a he or a she until eventually they felt the need to chat. This Arianna girl was either drunk or thick because she had no clue that you were messing with her the whole time. Whichever didn't matter, because people get thirsty when they're talking about their life stories. Which this halfling had plenty of. You could hardly tell if she was telling the truth or if she was full of shit but either way, the amount of tall tales she had was impressive.

Arianna was interesting, if annoying. She was at least entertaining enough not to punch in the face for how much she talked. Hell, she even entertained some of the patrons with her parlor tricks. After a while of her being there, you figured that she was trying to assemble a party of adventurers of her own, with no luck. Now, what were you really supposed to do? She was such a pitiable thing. You felt that horrible tinge in the back of your mind like Daddy's saying 'good girl' from ages away when you agreed to help her out.

Morning came and the sun was already held highly aloft, as it almost never ceases to be present in the sky. What ultimately woke Arianna was not the light, but the smell of the kitchens downstairs preparing the inn's breakfast. In her excitement, she scurried on downstairs, taking only her staff and nearly forgetting her cloak.

For now, as it was still early, there were few patrons sat in the tavern at the bottom floor. The facilities were moderately sized and spacious, especially for one of Arianna's height. The inner walls were layed with wooden boards as opposed to the stacked logs on the outside of the building. The floors were made with boards of assorted ages and types as they needed to be replaced more often due to drunken foolery. The furniture was especially mismatched, being so commonly replaced that the owner simply purchased any chairs and tables that were available at the time. The bar was long and lined with stools high enough for a Dwarf to comfortably sit upon. One of these stools had a small block of wood underneath it, making it effectively taller. Arianna claimed this seat as her own, peering into the kitchens that were visible just beyond through a little window opening in the wall and inhaling the scent happily.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

As a spectral claw reaches forth to grasp at air and brush, only to disapparate, a huff of frustration pushes past the raven cleric's lips. Panting was her only evocation, any words failing to release their clutch at her throat. She had accomplished nothing in this fight, save from begging sanctuary of her goddess. If it were a battle against a real threat then her failure to perform may have been the death of them all. She may have been more choked up about it if she weren't distracted by the seething ache in her side where the creature had torn her body.

"Wait," she coughed. With her and her allies sundered, immediate attention was needed. A several mile jaunt through the forest may not hurt them, but the profuse bleeding might. Evyrless bowed low where she stood, wincing as her wounds were compressed at the movement. She gave a prayer for a while that could be heard within a moment's walking distance. The Raven Queen replied, offering restoration to the cleric and her party's injuries. When the wounds were mostly healed, Evyrless stood and gave a silent nod to Lorenthar to carry on.

Prayer of Healing

The party (within 30') is healed for 16 hp over the course of 10 mintues (roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2101)

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

Right when Evyrless expected the goliath to respond, her reply was given by the fox. The fox who just hopped off his shoulders and morphed into a girl... "What in the sixteen or whatever hells has this day become?" Instead of giving to the fox-girl-thing's request, Evyrless stayed right where she was, but holding onto the wooden girder with her hands as well to keep herself guarded. Just when she opened her mouth to speak, a ditzy blonde strolled into view, introducing themselves formally to a bunch of shady strangers. Evyrless squinted at the girl for a second before the name dawned on her.

"Hey!" she exclaimed as she hurled her weight forward, her body swinging until her feet held her squarely atop her platform. She leaped off to the side, grabbing hold of a corner of the alley wall about halfway between her vantage and the ground, before quickly dismounting behind Stacey. Evyrless landed gracefully as if maneuvers such as this were as simple as walking, and stepped forward with arms outstretched to embrace the girl. "How's Winter doing? I haven't seen that girl in ages."