I'm still here - I've been on a retreat for two weeks, you both probably read this in other threads .)
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Shandie just stands there and doesn't move. She tries not to breathe much. All the alcohol had finally gone out of her head.
We all know how such stealth missions end...
Shandi tiptoes after the centaur. She could and I can.
Wow. Irina Kolyana is Ismark's forlorn sister Ireena?
Shandi says in a whisper, let's not rush. We can attract attention. The mansion is not that big, we will have time for any of her cries for help.
Shandi waits tensely.
Anything from some documents to bags of gold or dead brides in the basement.
About an hour. No, only one so far. Or two. But not all of us. Eventually I will be able to do all of us... But not now. Shandi answers in short, quiet, chopped phrases, clearly not thinking about Blaze's question, but trying to hear what's going on there.
Shandi nods to Velspira, pronounces the words of the spell and tiefling literally disappears.
No doubts, Velspira. Shandi nods, letting tiefling go ahead. Blaze, oddly enough, you shouldn't go first this time. Let it be done by those who can quietly look behind the doors and tiptoe away. You will always have time to rush to the cries of battle. She hesitates a little. Velspira, do you want me to make you invisible?
Shandi looks out into the street, silently makes a hand sign for the partners to come in and stands behind Blaze. I don't think we should split up... especially while we don't know what we're looking for and what might be here.
Shandi stealthily goes inside, holding the dagger at the ready with a reverse grip. It seems the alcohol has already worn off and the feeling of danger makes her move very very slowly. She opens the next door as quietly as possible, leading deep into the mansion .
Come on, you can do it! In a whisper, Shandi tries to encourage Velspira.
Shandi casts a spell on herself and her eyes turn red briefly before taking on their natural color. Looking at the back door, she says, I can make one of you invisible and he will go to investigate. This will not solve the problem of opening the door, but it may help in the future. Velspira, you look quite experienced... in this. Maybe you'll try to open it with a dagger? Not a master key, of course, but with a bad lock, I think it can work.
Because there's evil out there, Blaze. So the maps indicated and the locals confirmed it! She turns to Velspira. You saw my training in that mansion and in the fight with the wolves. I'm capable of a lot... Who knows what horrors await us here at night? Let's better attack the local stronghold of the forces of evil before it falls on us.
GM, need your help! Please remind me, do we have other "work" goals in this city? I mean, we escorted that couple (brother and sister as I remember) here. Do we get paid for something here, too, or are we absolutely free-floating after that?
Shandi returns back to the table with her friends. I understood everything. We need, she goes into a whisper, to break into the burgomaster's house!
I'm also not interested in starting something new. Four is already quite good, I think we need the game to work first, and then recruit someone and not vice versa. Our problem is not in the absence of players, but in one post per week. In short, let's play already ))
"There is a town where all is not well... There you will find a house of corruption, and within, a dark room full of still ghosts..." Remember? Shandi turns the glass of wine thoughtfully in her hands, and then looks at Blaze and the others. There's definitely something wrong in this city. Although are there any cities in this cursed land where everything is well? She smiles, takes a sip. I'll be right back. She gets up with an empty glass to the tavern keeper (it seems she is not quite sober), asks for more wine and then casually clarifies: If you were asked in this city to point out the place that most accurately fits the description of the "house of corruption", what would you name?
I completely agree about the pace. It seems to me that it is necessary either to switch to a more or less stable pace of one post every day, or with all gratitude to GM and participants to complete this game.
Does your friend not go to taverns? Shandi is watching the half-elf closely. Everyone seems to have secrets here.
I've never heard of these cities, Rictavio. She leans closer to him, numerous jewelry i in the local manner tinkle softly, and Shandi asks conspiratorially, But in any case, have you thought about how you can return to your native land from here?
Rictavio, where did you come from? Could you tell us something about these lands?... Or about other lands, if you are not from here, like me and my friends?
Hey guys! I'm back, I've dealt with most of the most vital things that have accumulated over the two weeks of my absence, and I'm going back to the games (by the way, the retreat was amazing!). As I expected, there are several hundred messages waiting for me on the forum, which I will read smoothly. The deadline for returning to absolutely all games is Saturday. I hug everyone! See you in gameplay thread .)
Hello everyone! I'm going away for two weeks, and I'll be without internet at all. This is a yoga and meditation retreat with complete disconnection from the outside world. I will be in touch from May 15, I will start playing from about the 16th. I tried to reduce the number of games to a minimum (without starting to play new oneshots for some time), with such an eye that after returning I only needed to read a couple of hundred posts, and not around a thousand, as it could be with my usual 15+ games at the same time. So I think I'll switch back on quickly! Don't lose me, I will definitely come back and continue playing!
Shandi goes to talk to the bright half-elf. Greetings. I am a traveler, for the first time in Borovia. Looking for new acquaintances. Perhaps you could help me navigate? My name is Shandie. And yours?
I don't have any other ideas. I still dream of getting home from here. And for this you need to do at least something. The predictions of that old fortune teller may be a sign of where to move on... Shandi is clearly trying to relax, having already managed to get herself a glass of wine from a passing waiter. But it seems she is not very successful. She periodically looks anxiously at the wolves' heads as if they are unnerving her...
Shandi nods and follows Blaze into the tavern, ready to explain who her companion is and why she won't go to the horse stall... And by the way, who is her companion in reality, what kind of creature is this? But what difference does it make if she is a brave warrior and apparently a reliable friend.
Shandi looks at the poster and wicker man for a while. There's something creepy about it. I have a bad feeling. Approaching the tavern, she suddenly hesitates. Friends, does anyone have money? I only have 1 silver with me... In general, it would be nice to take up some work, since we are still stuck here. We still need to eat, drink and pay for the night.
Greetings to you. We are travelers and we want to go inside! Peace be upon your home. Shandi raises one hand in greeting.
I added in the description of the date of fortune-telling on the cards on which page to look for a transcript, if you don't mind. If it was inappropriate - I'm sorry, delete it.
Good point, Sven. Shandi looks at the cards thoughtfully. She looks at the images as if hypnotized. Then she looks around at the locals. What's west of here? What kind of pool is blessed by the power of white sun? What do you call the 'white sun' here by the way? It is clear that wizardess took the prophecy seriously.
Yes. Like everyone who woke up near that house. We talked about it. We all dreamed of the same fortune teller. Her. But she predicted different things to everyone... Shandi looks a little suspiciously at Velspira, Sven and Blaze. Then she sighs. Okay. Everything is very strange in this place. Perhaps the fog has affected me. "Or you" is easy to read in her gaze, but she doesn't say it out loud.
I remember you. Shandi swallows nervously and looks into the woman's face. I dreamed about you before we woke up in that house of horrors. You were in my dream! Predicted the mill and treasures, and advised to gain experience. The charlatan's card... What does it all mean? Shandi speaks confidently, for her as a wizardess, these are clearly not just dreams.
Not noticing anything on her own, Shandi looks in surprise at the tent that Shurq said about. Who is 'she'? The question is obviously addressed to Vistana.
Shandie accepts a cup of wine. To you and your hospitality! May your path be easy and safe. She takes a sip. Please share your stories with us, free travelers. What have you heard lately? Are there more wolves on the roads? Or something else?
Who is it? Shandi quietly asks the locals, such as Ismark and Darrien. From these tents, can you understand who that people are? Merchants, warriors, pilgrims or... Should we be more wary of them than usual?
Shandi shrugs her shoulders. Wine is good. But is it possible to get a rapier there? I lack the blade I am used to in such circumstances. She stares intently at the fog. There's something creepy and deadly about it...
Shandi mercilessly cuts the skin of the next wolf.
At the moment when the wolf's fangs were about to sink into Shandi's leg, she folds the fingers of her free hand in a complex gesture and some translucent energy appears between her and the predator's jaw.
The other wolves had crept up too quickly. Shandi was able to dodge one, but chatting with Velspira distracted her from the others. Oh, this bravado... Clenching her teeth in pain, she began to sing an ancient folk song, moving in time with the words and rotating the knife with unpredictable movements. She walks a couple of steps forward and whistles to the wolves still growling in the distance. She's ready to take the hit...
At the same time, she spins and lunges at the snarling jaw of one of the wolves standing next to her.
____ I noticed! Shandi barely dodges the bite of one of the wolves and reaches for a dagger.
My native lands are a wonderful place, and my country, Cyre, is the center of the local culture. The only problem is that my continent is being devoured by the great Hundred Years' War. It's like cancer... War is scary and pointless, Sven. Especially such a long and cruel one. Generations are changing, but the war continues. Although those who started it are already dead for the most part. I hope something happens in Khorvaire sometime that will stop this massacre. My land deserves peace. She says all this while looking blankly in front of her. Then he is silent for a long time. Then he looks at Sven. Where are you from? Tell me about your homeland.
Sven, thank you! I'll study and think about it.
> Warlock is a great dip for Sorcerers because you can cheese it by burning Warlock spells for sorcery points before a short rest. Wow. A great combo! By the way, do you think the opposite makes sense - warlock dip into a sorcerer? Any such (not so) obvious profits? I need it for another game.
Sven, everything is absolutely fine. It's the first time I've seen a Bladesiner in action, so two different Bladesiners in one party is great! Velspira, I don't know about the mechanics (I don't have much experience in 5e either), but for the image it perfectly complements your character!
I'm not sure I'll fall asleep quickly after that. Or fall asleep at all. She casts another worried but sympathetic glance at tiefling.
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