OneCrappy DM
Explorer
Mr. Black
You and your eleven companions stand victorious in the halls of the reptilian cult, the fighter cleans off his blade as the dwarf and others drag bodies and loot into the antechamber. You were one of the two thieves hired to take care of traps and locked doors, now that the task is over the spoils of adventure unfold. Above the lit braziers the gems of an eidolon glint from the light of the flames, your companion Mr. Pink looks at you with a large grin on his face.
“Come on then, let's pry out those eyes from its socket. This is the big score we have been waiting for!"
You can look around and see the other companions busying themselves with maps, searching, and conversations. The Eidolon statue is about 18 feet tall and can easily be climbed, there is some particular faith it may belong to however you are not the largest expert on all things religion.
Wawaate
You stand at the top of a stone temple dedicated to the deity of winter, the sunrise does little to sooth the cold wind that rushes through and against the four archways at the top of the church. This is a morning ceremony where you are the adept of honor. The Elder Feather Weaver stands with you anointing your vestment and armor, his voice is filled with wisdom and age.
“Wawaate, you are a chosen of the Winter God. Yet to complete this vestment there is but one feather that is missing, the feather of a White Dragon.”
The feather weaver points to the mountains behind the temple, and then to the rising sun behind the peak.
“As the ancient tradition requires, the feather must be brought here before the rising of the next sun. Do not wake the beast who sleeps in these lands. Let the cold wind guide you through the night.”
A task which seems impossible but has been done countless times now it is your turn, to set off on the journey and come back anointed in a complete vestment.
Bimble
The simple seed of the ancient oak tree has long sat in your care, while others of the grove had theirs sprout in the tradition of your circle you have not been near as successful. Long nights you have sat meditating in shame, your animal companion by your side. Long have you sat looking over the acorn, it has felt cold and distant since it was given to you. A crunch of leaves catches your attention. It is another druid from your circle, their appearance middle aged and colors of brown surround them.
“Bimble, I thought I might find you here.”
The tone of the Gnome is melancholy, there is something that the elder wishes to say to you, they are just having trouble finding the words to say it to you.
“Bimble you have always been a natural student, your bond between you and your companion speaks volume to that. I’ve discovered something in the Arch druid chambers recently and decided that you needed to know this.”
The elder waits for your questions.
You and your eleven companions stand victorious in the halls of the reptilian cult, the fighter cleans off his blade as the dwarf and others drag bodies and loot into the antechamber. You were one of the two thieves hired to take care of traps and locked doors, now that the task is over the spoils of adventure unfold. Above the lit braziers the gems of an eidolon glint from the light of the flames, your companion Mr. Pink looks at you with a large grin on his face.
“Come on then, let's pry out those eyes from its socket. This is the big score we have been waiting for!"
You can look around and see the other companions busying themselves with maps, searching, and conversations. The Eidolon statue is about 18 feet tall and can easily be climbed, there is some particular faith it may belong to however you are not the largest expert on all things religion.
((Roll Knowledge Arcana and Knowledge Local))
Wawaate
You stand at the top of a stone temple dedicated to the deity of winter, the sunrise does little to sooth the cold wind that rushes through and against the four archways at the top of the church. This is a morning ceremony where you are the adept of honor. The Elder Feather Weaver stands with you anointing your vestment and armor, his voice is filled with wisdom and age.
“Wawaate, you are a chosen of the Winter God. Yet to complete this vestment there is but one feather that is missing, the feather of a White Dragon.”
The feather weaver points to the mountains behind the temple, and then to the rising sun behind the peak.
“As the ancient tradition requires, the feather must be brought here before the rising of the next sun. Do not wake the beast who sleeps in these lands. Let the cold wind guide you through the night.”
A task which seems impossible but has been done countless times now it is your turn, to set off on the journey and come back anointed in a complete vestment.
Bimble
The simple seed of the ancient oak tree has long sat in your care, while others of the grove had theirs sprout in the tradition of your circle you have not been near as successful. Long nights you have sat meditating in shame, your animal companion by your side. Long have you sat looking over the acorn, it has felt cold and distant since it was given to you. A crunch of leaves catches your attention. It is another druid from your circle, their appearance middle aged and colors of brown surround them.
“Bimble, I thought I might find you here.”
The tone of the Gnome is melancholy, there is something that the elder wishes to say to you, they are just having trouble finding the words to say it to you.
“Bimble you have always been a natural student, your bond between you and your companion speaks volume to that. I’ve discovered something in the Arch druid chambers recently and decided that you needed to know this.”
The elder waits for your questions.
