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Time Marches On: A Witchlight Adventure Starring Miss Light

Miss Light

"Speaking of illusions, now I can't help but wonder...In worlds so full of magic, is time an illusion?"

Miss Light took a moment to consider the question, then began to speak her reply. "I think it's only been two minutes since we left the jetty, but I feel like it's actually been two months." Miss Light said. "I think it only took me a few seconds to come up with this answer, but I feel like it's actually taken me a few days." She continued. "And I think I've only been at this carnival for nearly three hours, but I feel like I've actually been here for nearly a year." She concluded. "And with how there seems to be a lot more magic here than there seems to be elsewhere, maybe time is an illusion... Or maybe time is an illusion here, at the very least."

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

Maxwell tensed slightly for a moment when Eren referred to Many Colors as a bit of livestock. The half-elf didn't think the merchant meant any offense by it though, especially when Eren went on to describe the psybird as magnificent, so Maxwell relaxed after a moment.

"In ancient times, my family was blessed with a unique breed of psybird by the Old Gods as a reward for faithful service." Maxwell explained as he reached into his backpack and pulled out one of his ration packs. "Members of my family may be gifted eggs to care for if a mother psybird of this special breed deems them worthy."

The half-elf selected a few pieces of dried fruit from the ration pack and then stowed it back into the backpack. "When tended to properly in the egg and raised well after hatching, a steadfast companionship is forged between the psybird and its carer." Maxwell reached up to his shoulder and began feeding the dried fruit to Many Colors.

"A companionship that has served many of my family well. On top of possessing the usual dagger-sharp beak and hypnotic plumage of a regular psybird, those born of this breed have the potential to manifest psychic abilities similar to spells cast by a druid or cleric. So far, mine is capable of saving people from death, psychically aiding people in their tasks, healing wounds, causing wounds that have previously healed to violently re-open, and bringing a cloud of fog into being through sheer force of will."

Once Many Colors was done eating, Maxwell gestured towards the farmhouse. "The building and surrounding area have been deemed secure." Maxwell mentioned to Eren. "We should be safe to rest here."

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

Understood. I'll let you know when I'm ready for whatever the evening brings.

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

"Oi! I see you know how to handle yourself." Eren said when he arrived on the scene. "I take back what I said about the ruins. Maybe you'll last longer than the average dreg who goes snooping around."

"I'm happy to have secured your vote of confidence." Maxwell said as he placed the looted equipment into an empty spot on the wagon and slipped the healing potion into his backpack.

"Reckon we ought to take a look?" Eren asked while looking towards the farmhouse "Might be a good spot to call it for the night. You know, assuming you don't think they have any friends what might come looking for them?"

"I'll have my friend check for danger." Maxwell said before sending an impulse through his telepathic link to the psybird. A moment later, Many Colors rose into the sky and began to look over the farmhouse and the surrounding area for any indication that someone or something else might trouble the caravan if it stopped to rest here.

OOC

Many Colors flies into the sky and makes a Perception check of 22 to check for any signs of further danger.

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

Maxwell is 23 years old and looks like this.

EDIT: Also, do those light crossbows have any bolts with them?

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

Maxwell watched the bolt fly past him as Many Colors landed on his shoulder once more, the psybird psychically sending him images of all the best angles of approach for a killing stroke on this final target. "I may have been born out of wedlock..." Maxwell said as he closed the last of the distance and drove his rapier through the bandit's heart. "...But at least I know who my father is." With that said, Maxwell withdrew his blade and watched the last man fall. Once he was sure the man was dead, Maxwell shook the blood from his weapon with two swift swings, sheathed his sword, had Many Colors fly off to inform Eren that the coast was clear, and then set about looting the weapons, armor, and valuables from the three fresh corpses.

OOC

Many Colors flies onto Maxwell's shoulder and casts Resilient Friendship.

Maxwell closes to melee range and attacks the final bandit with his rapier, hitting with a 24 and killing with a 19.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

To the right of the road, one of the two bandits lying in wait there felt something small land on his back. A moment later, he began screaming in agony as Many Colors psychically forced every old wound across the man's body to violently re-open at the same time. As the bandit lying next to the psybird's unfortunate victim looked on in horror, an arrow shot over his prone form and sped towards his compatriot lying on the other side of the road. The arrow found its mark right between the bandit's eyes and the bandit went still. Were the last bandit to turn to face the source of the arrow, he would see Maxwell advancing on him while moving his longbow to his off hand and drawing his rapier.

OOC

Many Colors casts Inflict Wounds on one of the bandits, hitting with a 17 and killing with 20 points of necrotic damage.

Maxwell looses an arrow from his longbow at one of the bandits (the disadvantage on ranged attacks is negated by the advantage granted by Assassinate), hitting with a 23 and killing with 30 points of piercing damage (Assassinate makes any hit scored against a surprised target a crit).

Word association Game!

Birds

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

108