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Current I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something.
28 days ago
BUILDING KICK! EXPLOSIOOOOOOOOON!
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4 mos ago
27 years old today. Only three years of my 20s left. Where did all that time go?
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4 mos ago
So apparently, if you use a tooth with a filling in it to chew toffee, the toffee can become sicky enough to pull the filling out.
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6 mos ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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Could you please roll 1d4 for me?
Brutrumukk


"Alright fine! We'll 'elp the windy nob!" Brutrumukk exasperatedly conceded to Jub and the macaw. When they entered the next room, Brutrumukk came to a screeching halt when he saw the moving armor and heard the macaw explain what was happening. "So now that it's awake, 'ow do we get by it without gettin' butchered?" The bugbear gnome asked, not liking the chances he had in his current state against six suits of living armor followed by two cats the size of ogres.
There were a few things I wanted to do before kicking the hornets nest. I'll jump us to Sir Shane arriving back in Barleytown and we can go from there.
@third eye

Let the games begin!

Also, should you ever want advantage on a roll, you can gain Inspiration in one of the following ways.

• Make someone feel like the most wonderful and important person in the world.
• Be kind and generous to the common folk.
• Protect and care for the people beneath you.
• Prioritize family over all else. Especially if Pietro is involved.
• Be incurious.
Chapter 1: The First Outing


Unusual, exciting, daring, risky. Within the world I am about to show you, folk from all walks of life have embarked upon adventure for all manner of reasons. Those who find success on their adventure are well rewarded for their endeavors. Fortune, glory, the opportunity to weave their names into the eternal tapestry of history. All of this and more can a successful adventurer hope to claim. Those who do not find success however... well I'm sure you can imagine what happened to them.

But I digress. Our story will focus on two such adventures. Your brother's adventure and your adventure. For as long as he had been able to move of his own accord, Pietro Cappellini had desired nothing more than to explore the world around him. It was a wanderlust that grew with each passing year. Then, shortly after he turned 15, things came to a head when he answered the call of a knight in need of a squire. An all consuming worry gripped the entire family when Pietro left with his new master. An all consuming worry that turned to full on panic when Pietro's letters stopped coming and the knight he was squired to stopped sending reports to the Doge of Acquascura. Your father brought his wealth and noble status to bear, hoping to entice and adventuring party into finding your lost brother. Alas, wealthy nobleman though he was, he lacked enough funds or influence to secure any adventurers capable of bringing the boy home. And so the House of Cappellini has languished in grief and misery ever since, despairing over the loss of their youngest child and their powerlessness to do any thing about it.

Until today...

You are Fiorenza Cappellini. And last night, something made you an offer. It came to you in your dreams, taking on the form of a well-crafted elven shortsword. It made promises of power and all that you desire. All it asked in return is that you gave it a name and used it to slay creatures of the undead. When asked if it could help you bring your brother home, the shortsword promised you that with its aid Pietro would be home just in time to celebrate your 20th birthday. It did not take much convincing to win you over after that.

You awoke the next morning to the sight of the blade from your dreams sitting on your bedside table. A moment later, you heard its voice reverberate in your head.

"Take me up and bear me hence to the city. The cemetery. Something there is restless. I can sense it. Long hath it been since last I bit into unliving flesh. Thou shalt satiate my desire."


What do you do?
Almost ready to start. Just need to know one more thing. Which one of Fiorenza's weapons is the Hexblade?
Sir Shane smiled and nodded in appreciation of their offer. "Thank you both." Sir Shane said gratefully. "I will happily accept any aid you can provide." Sir Shane finished the last of his dinner then, before raising what remained of his beer to his compatriots. "A toast." The knight proposed. "To the two souls laid to rest this day, and the good work that we have done." With that said, Sir Shane drank the last of his beer. Once he was done, Sir Shane looked out a nearby window to see that night had fully set in. "The day is spent." Sir Shane declared before looking back to Kyle and Patrick. "Is there a place in the hamlet where visitors can lodge for the night?"
"O-Oh! You meant in Barleytown?" Sir Shane said, face going even redder as he realized his mistake. "I... I can do that. Of course." Not wanting to dwell on this subject any longer now that he'd thoroughly embarrassed himself while speaking of it, Sir Shane quickly moved back to the topic they were discussing before. "S-So my plan..." He began. "At dawn, I'll mount up and ride for Barleytown. There, I'll return Malcolm's medallion to his order alongside news of his passing, send a messenger on to Stormhelm with a report of my quest's progress, enlist the aid of a tracker, and inform Alderman Beaks of the recent development... Once that is done, I will head west with the tracker to follow this evil to its source and see its threat brought to an end however I am able to."
Sir Shane tensed up at Kyle's suggestion that he be the one to break the news to the people of the hamlet. "I... Y-You think I should be the one to tell them?" The knight nervously asked the priest. "I mean... I-I had planned on... staying for the gathering... T-To keep the peace if panic broke out. But... you think I should announce what has happened too? I know I'm the one who saw what happened, but y-your people know you better than I. Knight of Stormhelm or not, surely they would listen to their minister more than an outsider... A-And on top of that..." Sir Shane looked away then, his face reddening once more. "Y-You... recall my moniker, yes? Public speaking... I'm not so good at that."
How many suits of armor are there in the theater?
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