D&D 5E 5e Halcyon Academy

[KahlessNestor]

The Inn
Winter/Morning
Round 0

Asherah returned to her bed. She prayed to Felis for healing, and he granted her, healing her injuries and lulling her into a deep sleep. She awakened late the next morning after everyone else, refreshed, as if she hadn’t just nearly died.

Asherah put on her armor and hung her weapons at her side. She didn’t want to experience something like that again. She found the others at breakfast and sheepishly joined them.“Good morning.”

Asherah ordered a plate of bacon and sausages and some milk, settling down with her meal. “What is the plan for today?” she asked.

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[sblock=Ministats]
HP: 9/9
AC: 13 (leather armor)/14 (dual wield)/15 (shield)
Unarmed: +4 3 B
Claws: +4 1d4+2 S
Flametongue Spear: +4 1d6/d8+2/P+1d6 fire 20/60
Coldtongue Flail: +4 1d8+2/B+1d6 cold

War Priest (2/2/LR)

Spells: +4; DC 12
Cantrips: Guidance, Mending, Sacred Flame
1st (3/3): (Divine Favor, Shield of Faith), Command, Cure Wounds, Healing Word
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[sblock=School results]
Combat 19
Arcane 6 (18) (Favored Soul)
Divine 14
Skill 11
Nature 7 (fail)
Immortal 2 (fail)
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[MetaVoid]

Quentin beams as he sees Asherah healed. Standing up, he holds her chair until she is seated comfortably.

He was considering standing watch in her room, but thought about the reaction of others of the group, Raven and general populace. And he didn't really want to frighten the priestess. And standing in front of the door was...unpalatable to him. So he had laid awake, listening for furher disturbance.

First thing come dawn, he took big cup of coffee and rich breakfast and waited for others to join him.

Now that they are all here...
"So, we're together, survived another trial and stronger for it. We have proven our mettle and the bravest suffered through consequences. Welcome back from the dead, Asherah, good to see you in good health."
As banter comes and goes around the table, Quentin keeps the positive attitude and (not so) subtly motivates others to give their best.

OOC: 10 minutes prep-talk for inspiring leader? Fresh coffee and newly baked bread smell gives +1 to thp

 

[tglassy]

OOC: Considering it kept Asherah from death, that’s probably good idea!

[sblock=Mim]
The old man, who’s name is Reginald, seems to hesitate before answering in Sylvan.

“The Hercules are not bad people. Um, far from it. They do much for the town. But they aren’t perfect. Lady Hercule is, shall we say, a free spirit, and Lord Hercule can be harsh with those who cross him, but it usually takes the form of refusal to work with those who cross him. The Hercules own the silver mine north of town, which is where the town gets much of its wealth. Refusing to work with someone is the same as forcing them to leave town. Then there their daughter, who is somewhat...um...spoiled, as it were. But on the whole, they are kind and fair to the townsfolk.

“As for the death, no, I don’t believe the Hercules had anything to do with that. Of course, you never know...”[/sblock]

 

[jonathonhawke]

Jordy drags himself into the common room, his eyes hollow and red. The night's events had led to his nightmares returning full-force.

 

[Azurewraith]

Mim gets the feeling the Hercules are not as nice as are being made out to be. "What can you tell me about the silver mine? Or where the apples are grown? I only ask because my Patron is a very powerful lady and she has a great interest in these apples. oh what was the name of the man that was murdered?" Mim heads over to the window and checks outside for anything or the ordinary.

OOC: [roll0]specifically looking for hired muscle.

 

[Azurewraith]

Mim uses his power over the forces of fate to focus himself in his search.

OOC: Using one of the luck points from lucky to re-roll[roll0]

 

[tglassy]

OOC: Lol, good thing I gave Mim that feat, or he'd be hopeless.

[sblock=Mim]Mim sees nothing out of the ordinary. Just a lot of snow.

The old man shrugs. "As I said, I get the apple from the Hercule family. I know nothing of its source. And the unfortunate man's name was Harl Motts, I believe. He was a business partner of Lord Hercule, and they had a falling out. My understanding was Lord Hercule was rather upset to hear of his old friend's demise, even if the man had spoken against him."[/sblock]

 

[Azurewraith]

OOC: Ah poor old Mim started live as a bright eyes arcane trickster wanna be, got refused a magic item and then ended up a warlock.

"Falling out?" The irony of this statement was not lost in Mim as he let's out a chuckle as he inquires to the circumstances of the falling out.

 

[tglassy]

[sblock=Mim]
The old Alchemist doesn’t seem to know much more of any importance, unless you want to talk potions. Or buy something. [/sblock]

 

[Azurewraith]

Mim does inquire about healing potions while gently probing some more.