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"Is it just me or was that guy a bit, um... what's the word... odd?" Fronar pauses for a moment, his eyes roll up as if looking into his head. "Usually people say that about me." He shrugs his shoulder and casts Mage Hand on a coin that floats about 2 feet above his outstretched hand and following along with him as he follows he others down the alley.

fyi. sorry for the delay. I was on vacation since last wed. I was sure I was going to be able to continue posting, but alas that wasn't in the cards. I am back now and would love to jump back in, if I didn't burn my bridge.

"Do you feel the horn and scrolls were specifically searched for? Or do you think they were simply items of opportunity? In other words, is there a purpose you could hypothesize to acquiring ALL these specific items at once?"

Yes, I will pass the info on to the rest of the party, but Fronar would not accuse the wizard of withholding info in front of her. If the wizard steps out of the room, I would quietly tell the rest my suspicion.

"You clarified ALMOST all were officials of the library. Could you elaborate on the 2 consultants? Did YOU commission their insight, or did someone else?"

wait for reply and continue with next question.

"If you wouldn't mind clarifying, I'm not sure you stated, what your interest in the book is?"

wait and continue.

"Likewise, refer to a previous inquiry, if you had to speculate... should you already have access to the other books, what would YOU THINK, someone would have to gain by acquiring this book?"

Fronar would be careful NOT to insinuate the wizard's involvement and avoid offending her. In case it might apply to this "investigation"...

investigation: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Wisdom: Insight: 1d20 ⇒ 10

If anyone makes the check and asks Fronar for help in identifying the runes

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"No disrespect or offense intended. The request is intended for even the simplest spells. I had no delusion of imparting these unknown eyes on any of your more challenging, complicated, or coveted arcane knowledge."

if applicable...

persuasion: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Whatever your decision, I admire the friendliness of your little companion. He appears to be craving a hug though."

I missed that there were 2 different wisdom checks, please include this for the 2nd.

wisdom: perception: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Using the forest gnome ability to speak with small animals and convey friendship, Fronar speaks in undeniable "baby talk", while addresseing the monkey, "Hey there little fella. Whose a good monkey! Whose a good monkey! Yes, YOU'RE a good monkey!" Grinning ear to ear he turns his attention to Glenmiir.

Fronar performs an elaborate bow. "Συγγνώμη που σας ενοχλεί, αν είστε απασχολημένοι τώρα, μπορούμε πάντα να επιστρέψουμε αργότερα. Με ιδιαίτερη χαρά σας συναντήσω, είμαι μαθητής Fronar Gossamar στο Alu Ashk του Silvercat Keep."

"If it would be agreeable, perhaps we should converse in the common tongue, you know, because of..." Fronar tosses his head back a few times, obviously referring to the rest of the party, but trying not to offend them. "In your research of the text in question, did you come across anything that stuck out as strange? If you're familiar with the other missing manuscripts, would you infer a connection or possible conclusion as to the intent of what a person or group would gain by using the information contained in concert?"

"Εάν θα τολμούσατε, θα εκτιμούσα πολύ την ευκαιρία να δω, ενδεχομένως να μεταγράψω κάποια ξόρκια στο μυαλό μου. Έχω μια μακρά αναζήτηση μπροστά για να την γεμίσω, για να κατευνάσει τον κύριό μου και μια βοήθεια που μπορείτε να παρέχετε θα βοηθούσε να ξεκινήσω."

Finishing his last statement Fronar nods respectfully toward the wizard.

That would definitely be Fronar's 1st choice

cool. thanks for the confirmation.

Master Gnome! That is no way to comport yourself in this library! This is not some yard sale for you to peruse at your leisure!

Immediately realizing he must have breached some sort of etiquette, Fronar quickly stands up, puts both hands behind his back, and uses a foot to nudge the pile of books back towards their original location. "My apologies, I am very fond of books. Especially those relating to..." He stops mid sentence and his attention is immediately focused, "A wizardess?! We should definitely visit her 1st."

Fronar's focus was short lived. He quickly replies to Sera, "Hoc est certus dignitas divinum consilium et operam meam."

Turning back to Cassra, "Thank you for your insight thus far, I only have 1 last question for you..." Fronar grabs an inkpen from his pack, points it at the librarian, raises a single eyebrow, and finishes, "Where can I find an application for a library card, and how quickly can it be authorized?"

Since there are at least 2 other DMs here, can you clarify a dm rewards question?

So for "A great upheaval" from Storm King's Thunder, I receive:

XP based on optimized player level in 1 hr increments

---- this one is a "milestone" and characters were level 3 at the end of our 6hr session. Does this translate to 2hrs at each level? 2 x 50xp for 1st, 2 x 75xp for 2nd, and 2 x 100xp for 3rd = 450xp total + DM quest rewards. (calculated earlier as 3000)

---- total DM reward XP = 3450

Downtime days = Same as players earned

---- 3 x 5 (2hr session) = 15 total downtime days

Gold = 1/2 the XP earned.

---- 225gp

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Can DM's acquire magic items from an adventure they DM?

My next session will result in a bag of holding being given to the players. Can I then add a bag of holding to one of my characters?

Or

Are DM Quests the only way for a DM to receive a magic item, for example "Dedicated DM" provides a tier appropriate magic item once I complete 24 "game hours" of DM'ing?

As the rest of the group pour into the office, Fronar pauses and scratches his head while staring at the "IN" sign. Digging into a pouch at his side he produces a piece of chalk. He looks left and right to ensure no one is paying attention and mutters softly, "Facio, Voco, Ferre"

Casting Mage Hand

The chalk floats up to the sign and scrawls a "SP" in front of the "IN". The chalk floats back down and disappears into the pouch. He chuckles quietly, and performs a 360 degree turn before proceeding inside. "So what type of book was this that seems to have misplaced itself? Is there another copy of it that..." He freezes in the middle of the room for a moment and slowly scans the countless texts throughout the room. "Azuth's hand touches me! Surely there is something to be found amongst all this." Fronar starts rummaging through the countless books.

If Fronar comes across any books that reference spellcasting or magical study, he will stack them neatly in one place.

"Don't mind me, keep up the investigation, I'll chime in if feel we are missing something"

At the sound of, "...Books...", Fronar's eyes nearly explode from his head and he spews chocolate milk in a mist from his mouth as he chokes a bit. *cough*cough*"Books! Did you say... Books! That's definitely gonna interest me! Dibs on the 1st chance to look inside and research them before they're returned!"

Fronar regains his composure and stifles his excitement. Turning slowly to address Glenda, he calmly responds, "Quite right you are. Texts can contain more value than a dragon's hoarde." He pivots slowly back toward the table and erupts in excitement again, "Accepted!" Fronar bounds up to stand on the his stool, "What are we waiting for! We should get going straight away!" He grabs his mug of chocolate milk and fires the liquid down his throat. *glug*glug*glug* He guzzles it down, wipes the milk mustache with his sleeve, and belches loudly. Fronar stands on the stool eagerly waiting for anyone else to push away from the table, signaling their readiness to begin, unable to contain his excitement, he bounces and gestures like a person who needed to use the toilet... REALLY BAD!

so I DM'd for the 1st time ever today. New DM, 5 players who never played Adventures league before. Can someone verify if i'm understanding the dm points correctly?

500xp for 1st new. X2 for more than half the table new = 1000xp
250xp x 4 other players. x2 for whole table new = 2000xp

potion of healing or 10 downtime days = 1st time DM

total xp = 3000xp (2700=4th level: pg 15 phb)

does all this mean I could create a new character at lvl 4 or level this character up to level 4?

If this is all correct? Since we are just starting, would you allow me to apply the level up to this character for this game?

The door to the inn swings open and short gnome excitedly steps through. He is dressed in modest clothing and pivots his forearm at the elbow lifting a hand with a pointed finger to point at the ceiling.

"Facio, Voco, Ferre." He utters in a soft voice

Along with the motion of his his hand, the door closes behind him without him actually touching it.

He sports a smile and his face conveys eagerness. He quickly scans the room and heads directly towards the table that the others have gathered. Along the way, he loses his footing while slipping on some spilled liquid. Quickly performing a graceless dance, he barely manages to keep himself upright. He tries to stifle the embarrassment of his reddening face as looks around to see if anyone has seen his clumsy display. Approaching an empty stool he drops his pack. He climbs the tall barstool like a person would ascend a ladder. Reaching the top he stands on the stool for a moment and drops into a seated position with his legs dangling from the front of the stool. "G'day! Must be quite a job to bring about such a large collaboration."

As a barmaid passes he raises a hand to indicate he wishes to place an order. "Milk..." Fronar pauses then winks at the server with a smirk, "... chocolate" He turns his attention back to the table. "Pleased to meet y'all, I am Fronar the mediocre! Some day it will be Fronar the SPECTACULAR! Until I'm appointed as such, it'll just have to be... the mediocre. Arcane studies and mysteries are my craft, I certainly hope my skills will provide valuable contribution." Relaxing for a moment while waiting for the others to respond, he takes a curious look around the room, "Soooooooooooo... where's that lady with my beverage?"

since the subject came up about playing at various places, what class would you say is most common at random tables?

Is there a class that doesn't get played much, but a lot of random tables WISH someone was playing?

Checking in!

@Aeshuura - this alias was a warlock in a previous life. Spells have been updated. I delayed that so I could ensure no one slipped in ahead of me to get the last spot.

Greetings all. I'm not sure about anyone else, but I'm psyched to get my 1st adventure league character started!

If you'll have a goofy lil gnome, I would love to join!

Brand new wizard (level 1, no games played)

enjoy the vacation!

"That was a little too close for comfort. Well done avoiding that spear. By the looks of that REALLY ugly one, that could have ended our collaboration quickly."

Fronar's eyes widen and he tries to remember to breath after almost being impaled. He jukes left and jukes right. Then draws back a hand an jets it forward, launching another eldritch blast

"Nice try you big ugly meanie! Now it's our turn!"

sorry, didn't intend to hold up the battle. Weekend "got me"! lol.

"It appears the conflict has about run it's course. Where is this big baddie we keep hearing about?" Fronar repeats his previous magical volley (eldritch blast) at the remaining orc.

"Your silly minions are gone! I double dog dare you to come out and fight your own battle, silly smelly orc guy!"

Seeing Dorin's attack fall short, Fronar raises a single eyebrow and points an arm at the orc with palm directed at it.

"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio."

A blast of crackling energy flies forth.

Fronar grins in content as he sees the druid in bear form approach the 1 remaining wolf killing orc that is glowing. He has no intention of denying the druid her just revenge.

Feeling the breeze of a javelin passing over his head, Fronar turns his attention to the 2 orcs that appeared not far from him. He takes a few steps towards them. "Uncle show our true nature!"

"You have chosen poorly in selecting us as your enemy! Gaze into the eyes of your destruction!"

As he moves towards them, a silhouette of a ghostly elderly gnome with large fangs replaces the little gnome's normal expression. His eyes glow with a cold deep blue outline around black eyes rivaling a lich's.

"Cower before me before paying the toll for your ferry to the realm of the dead!"

A tear falls from Fronar's eye upon witnessing the brutal demise of the wolves. The sad expression is short lived, as Fronar's face quickly flushes red with anger. "Those wild creatures' lives were not yours for the taking. You shall share their fate!" Fronars hands rear up in front of him as if he is about to push a large object. As the thrusts both hands forward in the direction of the wolf killing orcs he recites another spell.

"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!"

A green ball of energy appears and screams toward the orcs. Upon reaching the empty space between them it explodes in a flash of bright green light. "Your pain will come quickly to those that mean to inflict it on you!"

"The illusion may not have fooled them. Go ahead and show them the power I bestow on you."

"Yes uncle. Enjoy your view of this victory!" Fronar takes aim with an outstretched index finger.

"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!"

no worries.

Fronar shows a slight sign of panic until the familiar voice speaks in his head, "Young one. Sometimes the sharper mind can defeat the sharpest blade. Deception is as much a weapon as a sword." Fronar's expression slips to confidence. "Alright uncle, let's see what they're made of." He points himself toward the embers where a fire had been.

"Veritas, Credo, Oculos."

Upon finishing the incantation a human size fire appears in the middle of where a the embers of the campfire had been almost extinguished.

"It's only an illusion and can't fight, but it may provide some intimidation or at the very least draw some enemies away from the rest of you, if they attack it."

"Um... does Oleanne need someone to keep her awake for a watch? I suppose I could try and suffer through a couple hours of her company." Fronar sighs and tries to show a poker face, but his reverse psychology is as transparent as a glass of water.

"What did I tell you earlier! Keep your infatuation in check. Do not let emotion govern your actions." Fronar's expression drops and he displays a pouty bottom lip, "Uncle says he will vigilantly stand watch, whenever is needed." He pipes up a little after his suggestion, "Beside that, I also will cover whatever other times are are unfilled. Seems easier to set an alarm of some sort."

Once again Fronar dives into his pack. Coming up with a length of rope draped across his face and both ends still contained in the pack. He clanks a couple pots together, held in each hand. "Anyone else got some metal items? We can tie 'em all together in a circle around the outside of us and they will surely wake us if anything might come close to our camp!"

Fronar nods quickly in approval. "No harming the child, and very wise to try and subdue him while he's already sleeping." Shrugging his shoulders and placing a finger on his temple, "Did she say she had an idea of where the kid might be now?"

Fronar looks disgruntly at Grommund, "Manners? If a dwarven lass with a tankard and long braided hair asked for your help... wouldn't you... you know..." Fronar raises and lowers his eyebrows suggestively, "... help her?"

Fronar puffs up his chest a little, obviously meaning to give a subtle show to impress the druid. "Fine Feral Female, would you have the power or knowledge of how to cure the boy's... shall we say... condition?"

Fronar, covers his mouth as if to hide what he is saying, but makes no attempt to lower his voice. "It never hurts to gain the approval and trust of the locals. You never know when an extra acquaintance might come in handy, and an extra 3 sets of eyes might be helpful in our search for the missing apprentice."

Fronar stands frozen with eyes wide open and a goofy grin on his obviously enamored face, "Ummm.... I... pleased... meet... name... Fronar... boobs..." He shakes his head to wake from his trance, but as soon as he looks in Oleanne's direction he snaps back into his trance.

"What is wrong with you? Stop that! Show the druid some respect. Represent your family with more distinction." The voice of his patron breaks his mesmerized gaze. He looks up and to the right and mumbles softly, "Yes uncle, but.." Quickly he's interrupted, "No! Not.. but... anything! House Fizzelbinks deserves better than your boyish infatuation." "You're right of course, I'll try to control myself."

Do we have a new player? If so, welcome!

"Mmmmmmmmmm, fresh bacon! Even if we can't catch an indication of her current where-abouts, some smooth smoked bacon strips would definitely be worth the trip." Fronar licks his lips as his eyes are locked into the blank stare of a daydream.

His eyes blink and he shakes his head a few times. Displaying a somewhat disappointed look after realizing he was imagining the sizzling delight. "Do you know the lady well, Sir Kuiper?" Fronar looks back at the mule and cart, "Ummmm, are we gonna bring the cart? I'm no expert in hunting, but wouldn't it be a bit of a hindrance? I suppose though, if fortune smiles on us, the cart would be handy in bring home the trophy?"

good luck getting things under control.

"Stay INSIDE your tower?! Oh yes please!" As Fronar revels in his excitement, a familiar voice of his patron echoes in his mind, "Ask about the chest."

He shakes his head in agreement, "Sure thing uncle." He looks at Tauster, "Does this mean you will finally show us what was in that chest that we carried all this way to deliver to you?"

Fronar falls victim to his curiosity several times throughout the night. Getting up and sneaking around. Examining any item that catches his interest. Inevitably each excursion ends with him breaking something or causing an audible, unwanted noise. After each, he followed the same routine. He would look around to ensure he was not noticed and sneak back to his bedroll to give the impression he had never moved. Drifting off to sleep for a short while, then waking up abruptly and repeating.

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Morning

Fronar moves slower than his usual self. Showing signs of fatigue from the nights events. He seems to struggle to keep his eyelids from closing as he stumbles around, gathering up his belongings. He shows a little more haste as he realizes his "place" during travel is riding on the mule. "Can't wait to get my ass on the ass and take a nap." Looking confused he raises an eyebrow, "Wait. Where are we going again?"

"So I guess he wasn't serious when he mentioned the banking opportunity." He shrugs his shoulders and helps Athelwyn collect the scattered coins. Upon Siann's command, Fronar stands straight and quickly moves his hands behind his back. He has the look of a child who's parents just caught him with standing on a chair with a hand in the cookie jar. "What? Me? What did I do?" He holds back a smirk and slowly returns to collecting coins.

Fronar whispers to Athelwyn, "Mark my words. I'll get Siann to laugh, even if He kills me."

Fronar looks around and then gets a devious looking smile on his face. "It's always a good idea to invest in the future. What kind of interest rate do you offer?" He lowers his head slightly and mumbles softly.

"Veritas, Credo, Oculos."

A small chest materializes in Fronar's hands. The lid is open and the glow of gold coins is obvious. "How much is required for a initial deposit?" His eyes light up as he asks, "Oh, oh, oh! Is there a free gift for opening a new account? Carved wood pipe? Small orb that snows when you shake it? Oh wait! How about a nice inkpen emblazed in arcane writing with 'Thurmaster Savings and Loans'?"

Fronar's head nods as waits for the description of a free trinket from Squire Marlen.

"It's been eating away at me since we were hired, would you be willing to tell us what was in the chest? I'm gonna go crazy if I don't find out." Fronar tries to convey his best "puppy dog eyes" to help persuade the wizard to divulge the information.

Fronar rushes behind the wizard and admires the Arcane Lock Tauster just opened. "Wow. Brilliant. I can't wait to see what wondrous things are inside. What's in the chest we brought you? Can we see it? What is it for? Please don't forget to confirm our delivery." Fronar pauses and takes a deep breath. Then tries to finish his line of frantic questioning. "Is your apprentice around? We have a message for her as well."

Fronar slowly scans the height of the tower, eyes wide, from bottom to top and back to the bottom again. "Oooooooooooo. Look at that. Someday I'll get myself one of those."

He turns to the party and shrugs his shoulders. "So... do we just go in? Should we knock? Do we just leave the chest on the front doorstep?"

Hope all goes smoothly. Congrats again on the new home and good luck settling in.

Fronar's excitement get to him and he excitedly responds, "A TOWER! He's got his own TOWER? Wow! You know that's some prime real-estate. Not just anyone can have their own TOWER." He spins around and addresses the rest of the party, "Can we go, can we go, can we go! Maybe we can take a tour."

His eyes gloss over as he appears mesmerized by his own imagination, "Just think of the exciting, magical, wondrous things someone with their own TOWER might have lying around."

Shaking his head as his fascination wears off and he comes back to reality, "Can y'all get your drinks and such... 'to go' so we can head there NOW!"

Fronar turns his head to the side and puts a hand in front of his face as if the guards would be able to read his lips. "From the looks of things, you would think they would be have to get some fresh blood in this place." His eyes open fully as he keeps the hand covering his mouth, but with his other hand closed to a fist with the thumb sticking up. He makes a few repeated jabs with his thumb towards the town and lowers his voice slightly, "Kind of a dump, if you know what I mean."

Looking a bit perplexed Fronar expresses his concern, "Water, boats, swimming... I'm not very graceful at water travel." His eyes grow big as a he points an index finger at the sky. You can almost see a light bulb flickering above his head. "There was talk of bacon with the price of the room. Maybe they don't cook the bladders. I could tie the ends off, fill them with air, and connect them to my arms to keep my small body from sinking." Fronar's eyes shift diagonally up and left. "Arm floaties! Yes, that's a brilliant name for them. If we decide on the water route, it shouldn't be too difficult to fashion them very quickly."

Looking around at the rest of the party, "So many decisions, if y'all fancy fate's luck, I got some gambling dice. We can let a lucky shake determine the best plan? What do y'all think?"

Fronar reaches into his belt pouch and produces a pair of well worn dice and places them on his upright palm an extends it out to show the party, waiting for a response.

Fronar uses both hands to tap all around his chest as if waiting for the map to show up even though it clearly was not there. "Map... map... map... I could swear it was here somewhere. Oh wait, I know, I put it in my pack fer safe keeping!" Fronar drops his pack to the ground, quickly opens it up and begins grabbing the contents and tossing them out on the ground. "Hmmmmm, where could it be? Nope. Nope. That's not it. Nope." With each "nope" a different items is pulled out and dropped to the ground. "Oh wait! I think I found it." Fronar goes headfirst inside the pack and all that can be seen are his legs and feet moving frantically in the air.

After a few seconds, he pops up and raises a rolled parchment high in the air. "Voila! I found it! I knew it was in there somewhere." He almost trips over the belongings strew out around the pack as he unrolls the map and shows it to Andren, along with a content smug smile, obviously very proud of producing the item in question. "Here you go. Would you like me to get something to mark on the map with?" Fronar looks back at the mess on the ground and rubs his chin, "Where is that inkpen?"

"Should we head over and dig in the leader's head right now? Fronar looks around and scratches his head a bit. "Or do we continue enjoying the comforts of civilized life tonight and continue our investigation tomorrow morning, with some fresh eyes and minds?" Fronar jumps up and down excitedly, "Ooh, ooh, ooh! Anyone wanna play some games? Games of chance or luck? What do y'all think?"

ditto. new house... exciting! When do we get an invite to a housewarming party? lol.

"Agreed. Shouldn't be difficult to scrounge up 1 apprentice wizard." Fronar scratches his head as if in deep thought. "You know who might know where she is? That silly ruffian who lead the assault on us back on the road. They were trying to capture magic-y types. Jelenneth may have posed a similar trophy for them? Perhaps we should continue an interrogation of that one?" Fronar puffs up his chest and leans back a little, obviously very pleased with his "revelation".

cool. np.