Assuming you are applying it to a level 1 character, yes.
2nd level character actually. Is there a difference between 1st and 2nd level income?
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So my success at trained/level 1 would be level-2, or 0, I guess, since there is no level -1, which would be 40 cp, right?
Lessons in a language? How does that work? How do you do a down time roll for a pre-gen? Use the skill from the character getting the chronicle? If so then
Does that mean we should earn downtime income?
OK. Not used to XP/GP rewards then. My last chronicle awarded 4 XP and 22gp at 2nd level, so I just figured that since 1 XP chronicles tended to award about 1/4 the gold as 4 XP chronicles it was a mistake.
OP edited. Is the XP supposed to be 4?
22 gold gained for a 1 XP chronicle? Wow! Wait. The reputation at the top says 4 so I'm guessing the XP is an error?
You all hear a querulous call from the edge of the garden.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Grimmnir is still waiting for her teammates to stop playing with the oversized crustaceans. Maybe they are just very hungry?
Grimnir pokes his head outside the hedge, making sure there is nothing there. then waits for either trouble or the others to join him. If trouble comes, he will slip outside the hedge (readied action).
Excellent, then Grimmnir dashes that way and goes for the quick exit. Triple move towards the exit! "We got the stuff. Let's get out of here!"
Where did the group break through? Northwest or southeast? Also, can insects and crustaceans be affected by mental spells?
Grimmnir raises his greedy finger to make a point. "But! since we have already established that they do not know about the hidden room, and since the old human does not know where we came from, we should be safe. Perhaps we should drop some hints that we are part of the Sewer Dragon tribe and let them take the heat?"
"Is it just me or does that hedger look really nasty. Of course we take it all." Grimmnir is literally drooling as she grabs the alchemist fires and the snares. The irony is lost on her as she adds, "Punishment for being so greedy."
Grimmnir looks on as he pokes at the lock, not quite sure what that is supposed to accomplish. "You sure you wouldn't rather..."
"Not taking that bet. But how do we open it? More acid? Find the key?"
Cluelessly, Grimmnir exclaims, "What is this? Armor sprouting flowers? How can it be? It does seem to be benign magics, though."
Grimmnir, not looking to become lunch, whips out his 'trap' and tosses the badger the food that he added the mushrooms to and then waits out of sight, motioning the others to do the same.
Grimmnir considers his magical arsenal and adds his acid blobs to the mix of things being tossed against the hedge. "Nice human. The cookies were good too. But the fact that she lives above our new hoard could be a problem. We probably should have looted the place before we let her know we found it. Oh well, too late now, and maybe it will turn out even better. She did promise nice stuff."
"No, but will all this stuff in the room, I'm sure we can find something, like, maybe, a pony piece." Grimnir goes off looking for a crowbar shaped pony part or something else that will do. Unless of course someone chimes in with a better suggestion.
Aha! You did say you healed the sorcerer and that WOULD be Grimmnir. You have her undying gratitude for the day.
"Mmmh" is about the only answer Simeek gets from Grimmnir as she concentrates on a detect magic, checking out the trap door and trying to pierce it with her magical senses.
Do we regain all of our hitpoints? Grimmnir's bravery is highly correlatable with her hit point level.
Grimmnir, quite pleased that her little acid blob dropped the enormous pony, gathers her courage and ventures into the room, her confidence partially restored. Still on the lookout for a swarm of tiny toys, she tosses a well placed blob of acid at the crazed doll.
*stride
Once again, from the safety of the other room, Grimmnir is reduced to tossing tiny acid blobs. "What next? An army of miniature soldiers?" queries the disgruntled Grimmnir, after waiting for the inevitable inspirational... thing that Rhin usually does but doesn't this time.
She then throws up a shield again because she is too smart to run into the room. **cast acid splash
Grimmnir winces from a nice safe distance as Precious is ravaged. Since Yellow is the biggest threat (at least to Grimmnir) she aims her next spell at it.
She then throws up a shield again, certain that since the world is against her the stuffed monstrosity is certainly coming for her. **cast acid splash
"Take that, foul beast!"
Grimmnir continues to hold back, throwing a blob of acid at the green pooch.
He then throws up a shield. **cast acid splash
"Let's see how they like acid! Probably immune to the mental stuff."
Grimmnir takes one of the mushrooms and mixes it into some food, intent to trying her trap out at the first opportunity. Other than that she limps along at the back of the group, not saying much and feeling sorry for herself.
"I think we should mix some with some food and, if we run into another violent animal, just toss the food over. An improvised trap so to speak."
Grimmnir is still grumbling and complaining as they examine the mushrooms.
Grimmnir is tired of being poked and prodded and bats Isni's hands away, making it nearly impossible to dress his wounds. "No more! No More!"
Grimmnir brightens at the suggestion of healing, but settles into a scowl again as Izni botches it, this time aimed at the ineffective healer. Taking the kit from him he shoves it into Rhin's hands. "You try"
"Bah!"
Grimmnir detaches the mandibles from her arm and vows not to do that again. It is one thing to devour rats and another to take on Big Biters. She scowls a lot as they proceed, hanging back.
Grimmnir surges forward and takes a couple of bites out of green. Not sure what his to hit is. Would he use the unarmed attack or some other attack? , not sure of bonuses, not sure if it is considered agile
, not sure of bonuses, not sure if it is considered agile
*step
Grimmnir casts a nice nasty Glutton’s Jaws and scurries forward. His mouth transforms into a shadowy maw bristling with pointed teeth and lots of drool. ** cast
Grimmnir casts spells liberally, trying to show off as best he can, and trying to get forewarning about any traps or magical loot. Hopefully traps, ones that can be taken away and repurposed. He definitely targets the glow as a high priority. "You betcha, gonna be some magic for sure."
Grimmnir knows full well that the chief would be just as pleased if he never came back as came back triumphant. Still... another chance to prove his superiority is always welcome AND it means they recognize his superiority which is even better. "Allow me to cast a few discovery spells before we enter any further. I should be able to identify anything magical and get an aura."
Then I'll take Grimnier, the sorcerer.
I have an alias called Pregen PBP I used for just these kinds of situations. The link stays the same but I swap in and out the icon and the profile. You can probably tell that the last time I used it I was playing Heroes for Highdelve.
How disappointing :(
Torgen looks at Moose, his own eyes lit up with dwarven greed, "I'll be happy to take yours!"
The dwarfed dwarf bows before the magnificent creature, pretty much speechless, though you do hear some sounds come out of his mouth that may or may not be words.
Torgen exclaims "Moose! You need to learn to duck," though his advice falls on deaf ears as the halfling slumps to the ground. His flank buddy gone, he struggles to land a decent blow.
Like Jarrish, Torgen takes his frustration out on the floor.
Torgen takes a swipe with his warhammer and ax at its legs, taking advantage of the ettins distraction. "I'll cut him down to size!"
Torgen is in no hurry, though the kids seem to think he should be. He muses on giants and ettins and glory as they search.
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