Vertigo

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

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Intertwined | Pokemon

"Hmm, what's this now? Why the long face? You aren't a Ponyta, you know!"

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Name: Ezekiel Miyamoto

Nicknames: Ez, Kiel

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Few can pin Kiel as a Johto native, and the reasons why are apparent. He inherited a lot from his mother; her Kalosian facial features, the lime hue of her eyes, and her signature blonde hair. As such, until he opens his mouth and speaks fluent Johtonese with no trace of a Kalosian accent, many tend to assume he's a tourist. Once or twice, he's even been mistaken for a famous actor from Lumiose City. Most likely due to the way he carries himself; as if he was important, an actor on a stage, and the whole world was watching.

Perhaps in part for that very reason, Kiel likes to look good. He keeps himself well-groomed at all times and dons designer clothing whenever possible, along with matching jewelry, of course. Rings, earrings, necklaces; on a day when he feels particularly fancy, you can find him wearing it all. He always has sunglasses on his person, even if you can't seem them. They're there, somewhere, and he can whip them out at a moment's notice if the situation calls for it. The same can be said for his portable comb, made of the tusk of a Copperajah - a fact he stopped advertising once owning items made with it became illegal.

When it comes to height, Kiel has a surprising amount of it, standing at an above average 6'3''. He has long legs, which make him come across even taller - lanky, some say. It does make his confident stride that much more eye-catching though, for better or for worse. And while he hasn't done enough physical labour or weight lifting to earn a muscled physique, he does have strong legs - almost as if he's accustomed to running.

Personality: Kiel is one of those people who split the opinions of all that bear them witness. Some admire his carefree vigor and endless positivity, others find his shameless flirting and devil-may-care approach towards adversity obnoxious at best, offensive at worst. He's unapologetic and brazen, never hesitating to speak his mind - or others' mind, if he finds them having trouble voicing their thoughts. He loves to talk and he loves to joke, even when it would be best not to. Those in the know call it a coping mechanism; others might mistake it for lack of empathy. Kiel lacks many things in truth, but empathy is not among them.

The ones that do find themselves liking Kiel call him friendly - those that do not, superficial. He's both. Exchange a few pleasantries with him, and he's ready to treat you like his best friend. Favours and friendly gestures will be showered upon you in abundance, and if you do not explicitly forbid it, so will physical displays of affection. Come what may, he'll be there to pick you up, both in the figurative sense and literal. He's difficult to make enemies with too, as insults and dismissals don't seem to deter him - and he's yet to be seen lose his cool.

However, if you ever try to have a conversation beyond pleasantries and banter, you'll quickly find that Kiel is not quite as open as you thought. When it comes to genuine feelings and problems, he doesn't ask and he doesn't answer. You can keep your demons, and he will keep his. Those are the terms of his friendship. Infringe upon them severely enough, and he is as quick to drop your friendship as he was to announce it. It's better that way - you wouldn't like what you find behind the smiles, anyway.

Short Biography: Considering Kiel was born to a family with close ties to Johto's largest and most notorious criminal organization, his childhood was relatively normal. He spent the first five years of his life in Goldenrod, none the wiser of what his father did for work. All he knew was that he was loved and cared for, and whatever he wanted, he tended to get; be it a brand new toy or a favoured food. What little Kiel remembers of those years, he remembers fondly.

A little after he turned five, Kiel's family moved to New Bark Town at the request of his mother. She was originally from a small town in Kalos, and never did manage to grow accustomed to the bustle of Goldenrod. Her health had been deteriorating as of late, and she hoped clearer air and less stress might aid in her recovery. Worried for his wife and wanting to accommodate her, Kiel's father agreed to relocate - but had to travel to Goldenrod for business quite frequently. At times, he was gone for weeks on end.

Even so, for the next eight years Kiel lived an even more peaceful life than during the five prior. Kiel made friends with the local kids, had his first crush, got his first Pokémon - a rowdy little Meowth - and eventually, even became a big brother. Even his mother's health had taken a turn for the better. Whether it was really the fresh New Bark air that did the trick, no one knew.

If only things had stayed the way they were, perhaps Kiel would have grown up to be an entirely different man.

Alas.

At thirteen, Kiel's father took him along to Goldenrod. He had visited it many a time with his parents, mostly for shopping trips or seeing old friends of the family. But this time was different. This time, Kiel's father had something to show him. For the first time in his life, he was introduced to his father's business - and told that one day, he too would take part in it. He was spared the details of what the organization did, but the men and women he met that day were not the friendly sort, even if they did their best to smile at him. Kiel knew as much with a glance.

He was supposed to spend no longer than a week in Goldenrod, but while there, his mother's condition worsened - and eventually claimed her. So, what remained of the family moved away from New Bark Town, and that week became nearly a decade.

To this day, Kiel doesn't talk about his time in Goldenrod.

Some of the people that know him say they saw him during that time; just passing glimpses of a boy glad in the finest of clothes, accompanied by a redheaded boy his age with an unnerving smile. Some saw him accompanied by people far more sinister yet, with dark clothes and darker yet gazes. And yet, Kiel was rarely caught without a smile on his face. He was the happiest of all when accompanied by a little boy that looked much like him - his brother, some knew. The two were very close. Inseparable. Never one without the other.

When Kiel returned to New Bark Town some months ago, he did so alone.

Someone even claimed they saw him without a smile, once - but that must've been just hearsay.

Pokemon:

Ragnar Tanglebeard
Meowth (Galar) | M | Tough Claws

An absolute rascal, Ragnar is always looking for trouble. He thrives on attention, be it positive or negative, and pulls no punches in his attempts to acquire it. If he isn't trying to pick fights with other Pokémon, he's picking the pockets of unsuspecting humans or leaving his mark on public property. He has clawed his way through most of Kiel's furniture at this point, and has an unhealthy obsession with plushies. If he sees one, he must destroy it. No exceptions. The only way to truly calm him down is to pick him up and shower him with food, scritches, or both.

Like his name implies, he has an unusually long beard even for a Galarian Meowth. Ragnar refuses to let Kiel cut it, so he braids it to keep the cat from tripping all over it instead. His fur is messy, and there's a piece missing from his right ear.

Hiro
Phantump | M | Natural Cure

Hiro is... there are many things Kiel would like to say to and about Hiro, yet he never finds the words. Hiro is a shy but curious little Phantump, new to this world and everything in it. His curiosity tends to make him wander and float around things that interest him, be they people, Pokémon, or inanimate objects. Bright ligths scare him however, and he tends to avoid the sun. During daytime, he can often be found in Kiel's bag. He would not mind being recalled into a Pokéball either, but Kiel adamantly refuses to put him there. Hiro has also yet to be used in a battle.

The stump that functions as Hiro's body has two dates engraved onto it.

Reason for Traveling with Main Group: Kiel's reasons to travel are aplenty, though he doesn't readily share most of them. If asked, he'd cite boredom; New Bark Town is small and quiet, totally unlike the metropolis he spent his teenage years in, and he feels it's suffocating. What better way to fix that than a little adventure? He's definitely not running away from past deeds or "friends" of ill repute, nah, of course not.

Relationships:

Diana Miyamoto nee Clarity | _^Mother
Toushiro Miyamoto | _^Father
Tomohiro Miyamoto | _{^{Little Brother [deceased]}}
Dimitri Eliades | _^"Brother"

Other:

Kiel is left-handed, but can use his right one almost as well.
Is deadly afraid of certain ghost Pokémon, though he tries to hide it.
His dialogue colour is #e1ca6d.
Prefers cats over dogs.

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

This should be everything, let me know if anything needs fixing.

Oh and grabbing Meloon Wardragon for my NPC, if I may.

Leanna, the Bard

Leanna Dewstep

Bard^「lv1」| Half-Elf | Chaotic Good | Guild Artisan

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Combat Stats

Armor Class: 13
Initiative: +2
Hit Points: 9 ^[1d8]
Speed: 30 feet

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General Stats

Strength 8
Dexterity 13 ^[+1]
Constitution 11 ^[+1]
Intelligence 9
Wisdom 10
Charisma 13 ^[+2]

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Proficiencies

Proficiency Bonus: +2
Passive Perception: 10
Proficient Saving Throws: Dexterity, Charisma
Proficient Skills: Insight, Persuasion, Performance, Perception, Sleight of Hand, Acrobatics, Animal Handling
Proficient Weapons: Simple Weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords
Proficient Armor: Light armor
Other Proficiencies: Flute, lute, harp, leatherworker’s tools
Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Goblin

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Attacks & Spellcasting

Spell save DC 12
Spell Attack modifier 4

Rapier | +4 | 1d8+2 Piercing
Dagger | +4 | 1d8+2 Piercing

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Features

Fey Ancestry^{「half-elf」} You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.

Darkvision^{「half-elf」} Thanks to your elven heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Skill Versatility^{「half-elf」} You gain proficiency in two skills of your choice.

Bardic Inspiration^「bard」 You can inspire others through stirring words or music. To do so, you use a Bonus Action on Your Turn to choose one creature other than yourself within 60 feet of you who can hear you. That creature gains one Bardic Inspiration die, a d6. Once within the next 10 minutes, the creature can roll the die and add the number rolled to one ability check, Attack roll, or saving throw it makes. The creature can wait until after it rolls The D20 before deciding to use the Bardic Inspiration die, but must decide before the DM says whether the roll succeeds or fails. Once the Bardic Inspiration die is rolled, it is lost. A creature can have only one Bardic Inspiration die at a time. You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Charisma modifier (a minimum of once). You regain any expended uses when you finish a Long Rest.

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Spells

Cantrips (2): Prestidigitation, Mage Hand
1st level (4): Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Sleep, Healing Word

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Personality

Personality Traits

I judge people by their actions, not their words.
If someone is in trouble, I'm always willing to lend help.
When I set my mind to something, I follow through no matter what gets in my way.
I feel tremendous empathy for all who suffer.
I'm driven by a wanderlust that led me away from home.

Ideals

People. I like seeing the smiles on people's faces when I perform. That's all that matters.
Free Thinking. Inquiry and curiosity are the pillars of progress.
Change. Life is like the seasons, in constant change, and we must change with it.
Aspiration. I'm going to prove that I'm worthy of a better life.

Bonds

My instrument is my most treasured possession, and it reminds me of someone I love.
I've been searching my whole life for the answer to a certain question.
My tools are symbols of my past life, and I carry them so that I will never forget my roots.

Flaws

I'm never satisfied with what I have--I always want more.
I am easily distracted by the promise of information.
The monstrous enemy we faced in battle still leaves me quivering with fear.
Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation.
I'm horribly jealous of anyone who outshines my handiwork.

History

By now, time has washed away most of Leanna's early childhood memories. All that remains are scattered sceneries and emotions, all from different times and places. She knows her family used to travel, and that most of her days were spent on the road. But where they were going and what they had left behind, she does not know.

Her first clear memory is of a cold winter night. Her mother embraced her with trembling hands, repeating words of comfort like a mantra. She remembers the reek of blood, and the glint of metal in the moonlight. She remembers a beast, larger than any she's seen since. She remembers the soldiers that escorted them to the nearest town. She doesn't remember where her father went. All she knows is that she never saw him again.

From that night onward, Leanna and her mother no longer traveled. She can't recall if she ever asked why - or whether or not her mother answered. Whenever the topic of travel was brought up, her mother's smile faded and her features were overtaken by anguish. In time, Leanna learnt to fear the world beyond the city's borders, though she never learnt why.

With elven blood in her veins, Leanna grew up much slower than the humans around her. She was barely a woman grown when her mother left the mortal realm. And when her friends' hair begun to ashen and fall, Leanna remained youthful. Her godchildren grew from tiny bundles of joy to men and women like her, and then had children of their own. She saw the master under which she studied leatherworking grow old and retire, and before she knew it, she ended up a teacher herself. Though few said it out loud, it was clear she did not quite belong among the humans.

Then one day, her city was visited by a band of adventurers. They were a ragtag group from different backgrounds and races, united by a common cause. Leanna met a few of them as they came to buy her wares, and ended up listening to the stories they had to share in the local tavern. The more she heard, the more she was overcome by a peculiar sense of... she hesitated to say nostalgia, yet knew no other name to call it by. The scenery the adventurers described roused vivid, familiar images in her mind, stirring memories she did not even realize she'd possessed.

The world beyond the city... was it not, perhaps, as scary as she had thought? Would it have a place for her to belong? Or did she belong nowhere but the roads themselves?

Noticing her intrigue, one of the members of the adventuring group offered Leanna a chance to travel with them to their next destination: Waterdeep, a magnificent city far up in the north. If she truly wished to experience adventuring for herself, there was no better place to start.

Or so he said. Leanna could only hope his words rung true.

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Equipment

PP 0 | GP 15 | EP 0 | SP 0 | CP 0 |

⇴ Rapier
⇴ Entertainer's pack

⇴ Backpack
⇴ Bedroll
⇴ Costume x2
⇴ Candle x5
⇴ Rations x5
⇴ Waterskin
⇴ Disguise kit

⇴ Leatherworker’s tools
⇴ A letter of introduction
⇴ Set of traveler’s clothes
⇴ Lute
⇴ Leather Armor
⇴ Dagger

Intertwined | Pokemon

Kiel, the human disaster

"Hmm, what's this now? Why the long face? You aren't a Ponyta, you know!"

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Name: Ezekiel Miyamoto

Nicknames: Ez, Kiel

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Few can pin Kiel as a Johto native, and the reasons why are apparent. He inherited a lot from his mother; her Kalosian facial features, the lime hue of her eyes, and her signature blonde hair. As such, until he opens his mouth and speaks fluent Johtonese with no trace of a Kalosian accent, many tend to assume he's a tourist. Once or twice, he's even been mistaken for a famous actor from Lumiose City. Most likely due to the way he carries himself; as if he was important, an actor on a stage, and the whole world was watching.

Perhaps in part for that very reason, Kiel likes to look good. He keeps himself well-groomed at all times and dons designer clothing whenever possible, along with matching jewelry, of course. Rings, earrings, necklaces; on a day when he feels particularly fancy, you can find him wearing it all. He always has sunglasses on his person, even if you can't seem them. They're there, somewhere, and he can whip them out at a moment's notice if the situation calls for it. The same can be said for his portable comb, made of the tusk of a Copperajah - a fact he stopped advertising once owning items made with it became illegal.

When it comes to height, Kiel has a surprising amount of it, standing at an above average 6'3''. He has long legs, which make him come across even taller - lanky, some say. It does make his confident stride that much more eye-catching though, for better or for worse. And while he hasn't done enough physical labour or weight lifting to earn a muscled physique, he does have strong legs - almost as if he's accustomed to running.

Personality: Kiel is one of those people who split the opinions of all that bear them witness. Some admire his carefree vigor and endless positivity, others find his shameless flirting and devil-may-care approach towards adversity obnoxious at best, offensive at worst. He's unapologetic and brazen, never hesitating to speak his mind - or others' mind, if he finds them having trouble voicing their thoughts. He loves to talk and he loves to joke, even when it would be best not to. Those in the know call it a coping mechanism; others might mistake it for lack of empathy. Kiel lacks many things in truth, but empathy is not among them.

The ones that do find themselves liking Kiel call him friendly - those that do not, superficial. He's both. Exchange a few pleasantries with him, and he's ready to treat you like his best friend. Favours and friendly gestures will be showered upon you in abundance, and if you do not explicitly forbid it, so will physical displays of affection. Come what may, he'll be there to pick you up, both in the figurative sense and literal. He's difficult to make enemies with too, as insults and dismissals don't seem to deter him - and he's yet to be seen lose his cool.

However, if you ever try to have a conversation beyond pleasantries and banter, you'll quickly find that Kiel is not quite as open as you thought. When it comes to genuine feelings and problems, he doesn't ask and he doesn't answer. You can keep your demons, and he will keep his. Those are the terms of his friendship. Infringe upon them severely enough, and he is as quick to drop your friendship as he was to announce it. It's better that way - you wouldn't like what you find behind the smiles, anyway.

Short Biography: Considering Kiel was born to a family with close ties to Johto's largest and most notorious criminal organization, his childhood was relatively normal. He spent the first five years of his life in Goldenrod, none the wiser of what his father did for work. All he knew was that he was loved and cared for, and whatever he wanted, he tended to get; be it a brand new toy or a favoured food. What little Kiel remembers of those years, he remembers fondly.

A little after he turned five, Kiel's family moved to New Bark Town at the request of his mother. She was originally from a small town in Kalos, and never did manage to grow accustomed to the bustle of Goldenrod. Her health had been deteriorating as of late, and she hoped clearer air and less stress might aid in her recovery. Worried for his wife and wanting to accommodate her, Kiel's father agreed to relocate - but had to travel to Goldenrod for business quite frequently. At times, he was gone for weeks on end.

Even so, for the next eight years Kiel lived an even more peaceful life than during the five prior. Kiel made friends with the local kids, had his first crush, got his first Pokémon - a rowdy little Meowth - and eventually, even became a big brother. Even his mother's health had taken a turn for the better. Whether it was really the fresh New Bark air that did the trick, no one knew.

If only things had stayed the way they were, perhaps Kiel would have grown up to be an entirely different man.

Alas.

At thirteen, Kiel's father took him along to Goldenrod. He had visited it many a time with his parents, mostly for shopping trips or seeing old friends of the family. But this time was different. This time, Kiel's father had something to show him. For the first time in his life, he was introduced to his father's business - and told that one day, he too would take part in it. He was spared the details of what the organization did, but the men and women he met that day were not the friendly sort, even if they did their best to smile at him. Kiel knew as much with a glance.

He was supposed to spend no longer than a week in Goldenrod, but while there, his mother's condition worsened - and eventually claimed her. So, what remained of the family moved away from New Bark Town, and that week became nearly a decade.

To this day, Kiel doesn't talk about his time in Goldenrod.

Some of the people that know him say they saw him during that time; just passing glimpses of a boy glad in the finest of clothes, accompanied by a redheaded boy his age with an unnerving smile. Some saw him accompanied by people far more sinister yet, with dark clothes and darker yet gazes. And yet, Kiel was rarely caught without a smile on his face. He was the happiest of all when accompanied by a little boy that looked much like him - his brother, some knew. The two were very close. Inseparable. Never one without the other.

When Kiel returned to New Bark Town some months ago, he did so alone.

Someone even claimed they saw him without a smile, once - but that must've been just hearsay.

Pokemon:

Ragnar Tanglebeard
Meowth (Galar) | M | Tough Claws

An absolute rascal, Ragnar is always looking for trouble. He thrives on attention, be it positive or negative, and pulls no punches in his attempts to acquire it. If he isn't trying to pick fights with other Pokémon, he's picking the pockets of unsuspecting humans or leaving his mark on public property. He has clawed his way through most of Kiel's furniture at this point, and has an unhealthy obsession with plushies. If he sees one, he must destroy it. No exceptions. The only way to truly calm him down is to pick him up and shower him with food, scritches, or both.

Like his name implies, he has an unusually long beard even for a Galarian Meowth. Ragnar refuses to let Kiel cut it, so he braids it to keep the cat from tripping all over it instead. His fur is messy, and there's a piece missing from his right ear.

Hiro
Phantump | M | Natural Cure

Hiro is... there are many things Kiel would like to say to and about Hiro, yet he never finds the words. Hiro is a shy but curious little Phantump, new to this world and everything in it. His curiosity tends to make him wander and float around things that interest him, be they people, Pokémon, or inanimate objects. Bright ligths scare him however, and he tends to avoid the sun. During daytime, he can often be found in Kiel's bag. He would not mind being recalled into a Pokéball either, but Kiel adamantly refuses to put him there. Hiro has also yet to be used in a battle.

The stump that functions as Hiro's body has two dates engraved onto it.

Reason for Traveling with Main Group: Kiel's reasons to travel are aplenty, though he doesn't readily share most of them. If asked, he'd cite boredom; New Bark Town is small and quiet, totally unlike the metropolis he spent his teenage years in, and he feels it's suffocating. What better way to fix that than a little adventure? He's definitely not running away from past deeds or "friends" of ill repute, nah, of course not.

Relationships:

Diana Miyamoto nee Clarity | _^Mother
Toushiro Miyamoto | _^Father
Tomohiro Miyamoto | _{^{Little Brother [deceased]}}
Dimitri Eliades | _^"Brother"

Other:

Kiel is left-handed, but can use his right one almost as well.
Is deadly afraid of certain ghost Pokémon, though he tries to hide it.
His dialogue colour is #e1ca6d.
Prefers cats over dogs.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

I'm leaning towards a guy so far, but if we get a lot of those I can also switch it up. No biggie.

Yeah, all the regions until Unova were based on areas of Japan.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

You could always make a scientology cult like break for freedom @Vertigo during a fire on a compound. Maybe my character is being dissuaded from the public service for some reason and wants to go out on an adventure

@jackal0per

That's one idea! Though I was thinking more "family" in mafia terms, rather than a cult. They were never a threat to the character's well-being, and were actually quite good to their own (which leads to the dilemma the character faces later on). There was no dramatic escape. Of course, they might not like them now that they left, but... yeah. Easier to have emotional attachment, moral qualms and grey morality when the bad guys you left behind weren't bad to you or yours.

As for the region, my vote goes for Johto! Partly due to shameless nostalgia, partly because I'm actually familiar with the map, ha.

Pretty set on character basics, but not yet sure on personality details or gender. Hmm. How's the ratio on that so far?

For Pokémon, might have Galarian Meowth at least. I love them and will spam fanart endlessly if given incentive. (Don't give me incentive).

D&D 5e Waterdeep: Dragon Heist

Potentially interested, if there's still room!

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

I had a few ideas for someone who's family is tied with the enemy organization - so they were either born into it too, or at the very least their family benefited from their business. Either way, nowadays they've left it behind.

It might be fun if they thought of the organization as almost like family for a time, could lead to some fun emotional conflict later on. Maybe the reason they wanna go on the journey is to find themselves/get away from the past/make amends by helping Pokémon or something.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

Tentative interest, gonna see if I can conjure up a character for this.

(D&D 5E) The Tyranny of Dragons, Part 1; Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Caw's Turn | Init: 19

HP 09/09 | Status: None

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Caw had never stabbed anyone before - not the way he stabbed the kobold, anyhow. He'd stabbed those that wished him harm. He'd stabbed to dissuade, or to get away. To hurt, sometimes, though he could not claim it had happened often. Mostly he'd stabbed to survive.

Never before had he stabbed to kill. His arrows had taken lives in the battles he'd partook in today, but that had been different too. He'd taken lives from afar, and he'd never had to see the blood from up close. He'd protected his friends. He'd had no choice.

The limp body of the kobold felt thrice as heavy as it should have when Caw dragged it away from view. He could only imagine two-thirds were the weight of guilt.

Caw set the kobold down in the shadows, then took his place next to it. For a moment, he stood solemnly in silence, head hanging low.

"Live," he whispered in Vaal's drawling tone. He did not know what it meant, but he had found the word beautiful when he'd first heard it. It was the only sendoff Caw could hope to offer. With it done, the kenku bent down to close the kobold's eyes. But it made no matter. He could still see its stare.

Caw backed away. Silently, as if the kobold was just sleeping and he was trying not to wake it up.

A bright, pink streak shot across the sky once more, drawing Caw's attention. He turned to follow its trail, but it disappeared from view before his eyes could adjust. He didn't see where it hit - but the could hear it strike true somewhere unseen.

Then he noticed the halfling. They were huddling behind another barrel a little further ahead. Caw clasped a hand to his beak to quell a gasp, then dug further behind the barrel. Had the halfling seen him? He could only hope not. If they had...

Caw's gaze trailed back to where the kobold's body lay motionless. Its head was turned the other way - but he could still see its stare.

Turn Summary

Caw moves behind the next barrel with a 15 stealth.