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Guys terribly sorry but I really need a break from the boards, I'm going to step away for a few months and clear my head.

Zdravko frowned, the logical implication was that she was trapped for a lifetime "M'lady...what year it be?"

If you'll allow, before the water comes I'd like to Minor Conjuration a wax coating on my spellbook so it doesn't get bespoiled.

Dex Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Dex Arcana, adv: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Zdravko mimic'ed the meazel as best as his stubby dwarf fingers could allow... "Mmm. I follow ye...seems sound." raising an eyebrow in suspicion of what was to follow.

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Hold. Ye....ye have another set o' pants to use before ye be bearing all, haven't ye...?" the dwarf asked uncomfortably, not having any desire to see a naked meazel.

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The strange creature was wholly alien to the dwarf, but he let the disgusting little beast speak...seemed like it would just take one good crack upside the head to spill its brains out, the more he looked at it. And he had trained years for such maneuvers.

"Nay, you have it wrong. That woman took us in, fed us, helped us in gettin' here. Now why would she do that if she wanted ye to stay trapped, eh?"

Insight, lie detection: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"I could run a full spectrum analysis on the encasement here...would take...oh 10 minutes...and tell us everything there is ta' know about the magics."

Could cast identify if you guys are ok spending the 10 min.

Sorry Father's Day fun yesterday

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The strange chronomantic magics perplexed the wizard, whose logical mind was mixed up and turned around by the paradoxes inherent in the Weave tendrils he sensed. Still, he was well trained enough to get the gist of Mender's suggestion "...aye. Cain't nullify the circle yerself. I'll help ye."

Would cast identify but don't want to spend the 10 minutes since we are a bit crunched for time.

Sounds great, can't wait.

"Can ye tell me of yer curse, fish-priestess?" he inquires.

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His brow furrows at the spotlessness of the washroom "Aint natural this...might be oozes..." the wizard predicts, running a finger on the smooth clean surface.

Finally the dwarf quickly searches the texts for magic scrolls or spellbooks...

Investigation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Cool, so aberrations?

I was wearing Hide actually from dwarf medium prof, so without Athletics he'd doff and be at 12 AC.

Zdravko crinkles his nose at the nastiest looking water-suckin' elf he can spy...

Hold Person. DC 13

Are we saying we all drank before diving or do I need to do that this first round?

Shaking his head no "Nay. Unless his love is a fish-face that darts about in the depths like an oyster diver."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Investigation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Look alive, theres wanderin' critters down there in the sunken halls...look humanoid..." his bushy eyebrows darting and angling this way and that in the seaspray.

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Bubbleweed..." the dwarf cautiously sniffs at one of the unstoppered potions "...shoulda kept a flask o' Gutbusters from the tavern to chase this slop down." he mumbles. However, he nods approvingly at the knot, and is wholly enchanted by the item.

The dwarf was impressed to hear that the party had already bested a hag...no minor bed-time monster. He seemed in good spirits and drank long into the night, though his wit never seemed any less for it.

Were we taking a night at the Inn or Madges? Refreshing slots if so.

Legacy of the Crystal Shard D&D Next release

I didn't know this existed, this is awesome.

Zdravko examines an air bladder closely at one of the small stalls. He didn't need to purchase one however, now he could create one.

Interesting, wonder if it will get into Auril's (the Frostmaiden I presume) home on the plane of Pandemonium, the way the Baldur's Gate adventure lead to Avernus. That would be rad, imo.

"Guard tower in tha' middle o' Moonsea? Now what were yer guardin' against out there anyways?" he pries.

I definitely can't afford a potion, but would want to make sure its needed before purchasing...monetary equivalent of a new spell in the book (which I value much more).

Zdravko had a minor cantrip for manipulating water, but doubted its efficacy on a body so perilous as Moonsea "Mmm. And what lurks in them ruins o' Northkeep?" he asked.

Inn

The wizard drained his ale fast like any good dwarf, standing and belching to get everyone's attention, and slamming a few coins down as well "Round for any who can tell us o' the Northkeep Ruins!"

I'll be all over it as well, however I have Avernus in my sights for very next thing.

Agree with Io's plan, Madge then inn.

Ah, missed the 'underwater' detail. I don't have anything for that, no.

"We'll be back, Gareth..." Zdravko promises "...and ye and the Bourne'll be happy for it, you'll see. We'll make it worth yer while, show ye a taste of the ol' Sword Coast diplomacy." he waves and gets going.

Think there was a small boat available.

Zdravko saw his mission quickly failing, and pulled to mind the only thing he thought might turn the tide...

Ready a Hold Person spell on Mender with trigger he attacks the butler.

rofl XD

"Hrpmh. Well, guessin' the salty old mistress had it right then. Fancy a voyage?" he asks the party grinning and looking out across the lake.

"Nay so fast laddie...how can it be the Lord of these lands sees nary to business? I'm to parlay with the Bourne on behalf o' Force Grey, the nobles o' Waterdeep...how are they to take an idle lord that wont answer a formal missive?" he inquires, pauses a bit then adds "Who be runnin' things here if nay the Bourne?"

"Aye. Lets be announcin' ourselves formal-like sos we can get to scrutinizin' the formal rejection." he grins knowingly under his beard, walking that way.

Same, there's a local place near me that does neverending all you can eat buckets of crab legs for $20...*tummy rumbles*

"If'n we believe ya, it would mean we'd need a skiff to reach that far out on Moonsea..." he looks around for a vessel.

Zdavko summons a 3x3 cube of dwarf-churned magic butter over the fired crab before it cools.

Minor Conjuration ;p

Zdravko snaps his fingers and the sands under the crab sprout tinder that quickly combusts in a roaring flame.

Create Bonfire: 1d8 ⇒ 6 Or dex 13 none

Fanning his fingers, a sudden cone of flame erupts from the dwarf...boiling the crab meet in the shells where they stand.

Burning Hands, DC 13: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3) = 12 or half on DC 13 dex save

Catching both remaining if possible, but prioritizing Crab 2 that was restrained. Also, not sure if Crab 2 is still restrained, but it has disadvantage on the save if so. Finally, the webs burn, dealing the following to any starting their turn there:

Web Fire: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

I had it marked from the other games:

Quen Pah

"Ach...running to battle unclad like a durned Tempus singin' barbarian..." he mumbled, half asleep. The dwarf grabbed his crystal staff and after a split second calculation of arc trajectory, fired a brilliant orb of white energy directly into the center of the spread of crabs. It burst open like an egg with sound like cracking stone, spilling a sticky, gloopy substance all over the beach...

Web on the crabs in a way that doesnt get allies if possible. Dex save 13 or restrained. 20 ft cubic area is difficult terrain and lightly obscured. Webs flammable and deal extra fire damage...

Sorry, just realized I put frog on my sheet when I spent the gp, not lizard...memory issues. So nevermind, cant climb.

If possible, later that day Zdravko would try some recon on the castle using his lizard familiar to climb the walls and looking through its senses, etc.

"Hah. Just find him a new love, many a fish in the sea! What about you, yer spry for an old tart! Fancy him?" he offers.

I think so, the pretense for you all coming to the Bourne was to report the death of the hag if I'm not mistaken, there was mention of a reward for doing so (included as your Story Award from the last session). But Zdravko is here for a different reason...

Looking around for ale "I've request fer parley. Force Gray seekin' noble allies on the southern shores o' Moonsea, little known out west o' tha Bourne..."

Zdravko followed along, mistaking her words 'I'll spin you a tale' for 'I'll pour you an ale'. The dwarf needed a thirstquencing after all that translocating...

At the half-orc's question "Hehehe. Nay. Not so common in the City 'o Splendors...Crown 'o the North? Waterdeep I mean! Eh, and not at all common fer meself either...feelin' a wee screamin' in me gut. Aye. Feelin' foul, like some gold stealin' jack squat..." he holds his stomach, looking about to vomit, but belches heartily instead "Passed. An did the lad say you're init ta speak with Casrob too? Well then. I'd say we share a quest."

"Aaaccch...naaaay sorcery ye scraggly, eldest maid of the sea...'tis the Grays of Arunsun sent me abroad with thems transportin' magics, a secret any can learn so I be told. Zdravko, cast off of Gemsmoke..." his clan perhaps "...and aye, getcher weeds and begone, I say..." turning his attention to the castle. "...*sigh* truly can a man be so lost 10 years after some tart flew off with his heart?"

Na, he was teleported here from Waterdeep.

"Har. Ye can never rule out Dumathoin's gilded and thrice-bejeweled arse, scum that I am! But nay, now presently its needn' more insights: how can one be where he aint?" he smirks and raises an eyebrow, steadying himself on his staff. Though not the strongest shield dwarf you've ever seen, the man's robes hint at more than just simple leathers armoring his chassis...that would negate the possibility of him simply sneaking up on you. There's quite an assortment of runes and vaguely familiar arcana about his crystal and staff, perhaps the answer to his impossible riddle is magic.

Many strange things washed ashore of Moonsea...one of which was Zdravko. A northern dwarf by his skin tone, though he carried the array of a magic-user: book, crystal, and staff. A shadow of furrowed consternation blackened his eyes, and he wore his black and grey speckled beard in fashion with the lords of Waterdeep perhaps, but not those under the mountain.

But the strangest thing was his sudden appearance.

Addressing the woman "Ye can stow that talk in yer durned sea wicker, biddy. He'll be seein' me or I'm a fork faced spider lovin' weasel. This here's a missive from Vajra Safahr 'o Blackstaff...and it ain't leaving without findin' tha' Bourne's tight little fisties."

Purchased a 1st level scroll for the book, so here's Arcana check to copy it...

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Enunciate.

Heya, will be a dwarven wizard in an hour or so.