TaranTheWanderer
Legend
HP: 18/18 AC: 14 (Leather) | Bardic Inspiration: 3/3 (1d6) |
| Spell Slots: 1st: [ ] [ ] [ ] | |
Pass Perc: 13 Pass Inv: 12 Pass Ins: 11 | SPELL SAVE DC: 13 | Arcana: 4 Deception(race); 7 Disguise Kit: 5* | Cantrips Minor Illusion; Vicious Mockery | |
STATS: STR: 8-1 DEX: 16 + 3 CON: 12 + 1 INT: 14+2 WIS: 12 +1 CHA:16 +3 | SAVES: STR: -1 DEX:+5 CON: +1 INT: +2 WIS: +1 CHA:+5 | Performance: 5 Persuasion: 5 Perception (feat): 3 Slight of Hand: 5* Stealth: 5* Thief Tools: 5* | Known Spells 1st Animal Friendship Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Heroism, Sleep, |
The way to the boat was pleasant and Fern was excited about traveling with his new companions.
@FitzTheRuke
"Are you really a druid from the Emerald Enclave? I've never met one before. Can you talk to animals and stuff? This is Benny," Fern reaches into a pouch and pulls out a small mouse which sits on his shoulder as he feeds it, "I rescued him when the Tower Cook found a nest. He's an orphan. His full name is Benny2 because I used to own a mouse when I lived in the city and his name was also Benny.
Old Blind Bart - he wasn't really blind, he just pretended to be blind to make more money begging - Old Blind Bart would say, 'Oh, look, if’n it ain't Benny and Fern.' and I'd say, 'It should be Fern and Benny because I'm his owner.' and he'd say, 'No lad, big folk have all the advantages so you gots to raise up the little folk and put'em first whenever you can.'
I really miss Old Bart…I read that a mouse only lives for two years. Is that true?"
@Kobold Stew
Darrok hands the stone to give to the archmage, Fern listens in amazement as Darrow explains how it works. Before Fern leaves to deliver it, he pauses,
"Why are your knees backwards? Does that help you run and jump? Are you really fast? Maybe we can have a race later!"
* * * Later * * *
As Fern removes his small travel chest from the cart, he looks at the boat upon which they will travel. With some effort he hauls the chest to the boat and, with a bit of dismay watches as Captain Scrinner tries to balance the boat. Fern sighs and opens the chest. He he puts one of the books into his bag, then his dress clothes, cramming them in as he hears the sound of his dried rations getting crushed. He tests the weight of his bag as his sword and spellbook swing awkwardly at his sides. Seemingly satisfied, he puts the chest, with whatever items he'd chosen to leave behind, back into the wagon and his backpack into the boat. Still, despite his lightened load, it was more items he'd ever owned when he lived on the streets of the Capital.
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