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I noticed that, I assumed it didn't affect anything but you could be right about associated boons (or even related adventures that care about this Chronicle).

Got the Chronicle. Thanks for the game GM!

Celense tries to strike it again in rapid succession, then reaches out with a magically-conjured vine to entangle the wyrm.

◆ Flurry of Blows, ◆◆ Tangle vine

Flurry 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Flurry 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Tangle vine (spell attack): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

On a success, its speed is reduced by 10 ft this round.

Cleanse rushes toward the Wyrm, moving with unusual speed. She tossed the cane aside and jabs with her bare fists in rapid succession.

◆ Move
◆ Flurry of Blows
◆ Strike (Fist)

Flurry of Blows 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Flurry of Blows 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Strike: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

This thing... can talk? Has anyone around here tried reasoning with it?

No social skills here so I will let the others do the talking.

Celense is also in the Stealth +7 club, however she will stay with Chen Fu and not leave him to potentially be the only one spotted.

Celense taps her cane on the layer of ice beneath their feet. "This stuff will make traversing more difficult. Watch your footing."

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"Hm. This is clearly some sort of trick to lead us off the trail, but I'm not familiar enough with this creature to know what to look for."

"But I don't trust dogs. Likely to panic at the first sign of trouble and toss us off a cliff. Still prefer to go by foot."

"You have too little faith in their training. And, by extension, their master." Celense reaches into her coinpurse and withdraws three gold pieces. "I'll take passage for myself and these five," she says to Bjorn.

I didn't have much to spend it on, so I don't mind.

Don't have either of those Lores.

Celense purses her lips. "Why that doesn't sound very large at all. Must be a nasty thing. Has anyone tried to bring it in?"

Celense says nothing, pretending to be interested in the other postings on the notice board. In reality, the prospect of this Whitefang Wyrm excites her.

An elven woman finds her way to the group discussing the Wyrm. She is bundled up in cold-weather clothing, but is unarmored. In fact, she seems to be carrying nothing but a pouch on her belt and a simple wooden cane in her hand. The pouch bulges in a rectangular shape suggestive of a single book.

"Oh, are you bringing down the Whitefang Wyrm? Count me in. Collecting bounties is my specialty." She decides not to add that this would likely be her biggest score to date, both figuratively and literally.

No glyphs but reporting for duty!