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>>5308951
The temple of Mielikki - or the 'Evergreen Hall' as this specific one is known - is a serene verdant chamber that prominently displays a great tree surrounded by a tiered garden, which itself is bordered by a pool of tranquil water. On the grasses kneel lay worshippers, mostly human women with an agrestic aura about them, quietly meditating on the precepts of their faith.

Leaning against the tree is a rugged woman in rustic dress, her russet hair deliberately allowed to grow wild. Her muted elven features suggest that she is a half-breed, or at least of partial elven lineage. She sizes you up as as you approach, speaking at you with what is possibly the most irritating provincial accent that has ever assailed your ears, which differs significantly from the one shared by most of the locals.

"Ya must be Sindi?" She asks, continuing before you can offer a reply. "Name's Willow, High Ranger around these parts. Ilanis's been talkin' about'cha a whole lot." You grit your teeth and grumble to yourself. It should have been a given that the girl would gossip, but you've scarcely been in Everlund one entire day. What was there to talk about? "If she says yer all right, 's good 'nuff fer me. Now what cen I do fer ya?"

It is a given that you came here to discuss business and take on the challenge of eradicating the werebeasts infesting Silverwood, the nearby forest. But before that, there was something else you wanted to discuss...

You may choose no more than three.
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about?
>High Ranger sounds like an important title. Where are all of the other priests?
>Pretend for a moment that I want to commune with Mielikki. How would I?
>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?
>[Write-in.]

I was going to compile a pastebin with all of the rules, but it's going to have to wait a while longer.


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>>5308957
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?
>High Ranger sounds like an important title. Where are all of the other priests?

>>5308981
Seconding

>>5308957
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about?

>>5308957
>>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?
>>High Ranger sounds like an important title. Where are all of the other priests?

>>5308957
Welcome back, OP
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about? Does it involve feeding talking squirrels?
>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?

>>5308957
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about?
>High Ranger sounds like an important title. Where are all of the other priests?

>>5308957
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about?
>High Ranger sounds like an important title. Where are all of the other priests?

>>5308957
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about?
>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?

>>5308957
>What do you think about how the council is handling the werebeast problem?
>I seek my people. Could you tell me where I can find the followers of Eilistraee?
>I'm curious about the goddess. Who is Mielikki, and what is she about?
Good to have you back Greenwood

>>5308957
>High Ranger sounds like an important title. Where are all of the other priests?
>Pretend for a moment that I want to commune with Mielikki. How would I?

Voting closed. Update as soon as I can.

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"I am looking for my people." The idea had been stewing in your brain since the hideous anthropomorphic rodent mentioned it to you. If Eilistraee and her followers were real, then surely they would be willing to provide the assistance that you need. Ilanis, Amaranth, both defied every ingrained expectation that you harbored and encouraged you to reconsider your entire worldview through their actions.

And yet, it was no substitute for being among those who shared your language, your heritage. Much in the same way that humans possess a shared 'humanity' despite their multitude of differences, or the surface elves collectively know themselves to be one people, to you there is only one Ilythiiri. Driven into the belly of the Underdark by the traitors countless ages ago, subject to its cruelties for millennia, growing splendid and mighty because of your hardships. Those not of your lineage could never fully grasp your culture. "I need to find the followers of Eilistraee."

Willow seemed to understand the your desire to seek out kindred souls. She nods along with your words and creases her brow. "I'd holp ye if I could, Sindi. They an' us all promised ta share the Silverwood, an' Lady Silverhair's folk were good ta us." That is an odd choice of words. You interject, requesting further clarification. "Were? Why not now?"

"Ain't seen 'em in two years," she sights out, smiling bitterly. "We was all fightin' the cult of Malar together, way back. Black-bloods hit 'em real hard, an' we ain't seen hide nor hair of 'em in a long while. Sorry." To hope that there would not be a complication of some kind would be naïve. It is a relief to know that your people are out there somewhere, although you conclude that finding them is a lost cause so long as the black-blooded creatures are infesting the region.

"They chose to be allies of Mielikki, then?" You ask, receiving a nod in turn. Just what is the nature of this power that Eilistraee's faithful would willingly align themselves with? How significantly did her doctrine diverge from the divine law of the only goddess you have ever been permitted to worship for so long? "There is a goddess where I am from. Is yours... different?"

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>>5310313
Willow's face lights up as the conversation drifts to the topic of her faith. "Don' much know what'cha mean by that, lady. If yer axin' what the Forest Queen is all 'bout, I'd be right happy ta tell ya'." You lean in, which she takes as an expression of interest. Adopting a more formal inflection, she transitions into an enthused rigmarole that you surmise to be well-practiced.

"Our Lady of the Forest is goddess of the woods, an' all the life in 'em. She teaches that wilds're good, an' how folk can live as one with nature." Willow slaps her hand against the trunk of the tree behind her. "We guard the trees an' plant new ones, an' wallop anyone that hunts down critters just fer sport, like the black-bloods."

Mielikki's dogma sounds vaguely familiar. Her ways resemble the lessons contained within the literature that you consumed just last night, The Pretty Princess of Myth Drannor. "And you feed the forest friends, and talk with them?" You inquire, raising an eyebrow. "Like the 'squirrels?'" Willow rubs the back of her neck and stares you down whilst sporting an expression of deep concern. "Wha-?" Clearing her throat, she musters a smile, she places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze, an act which catches you by surprise. "We sure do, sweetheart. We sure do."

>>5310315
Carefully, you grasp her forearm and push her away. "You are hunting the werebeasts, then. What does the council do?" You ask, studying her reaction. Willow snorts and spits a gob of mucus at the grass in front of her feet, a telling gesture if there ever was one. "Half of 'em's got this wild idea of smokin' out the black-bloods with fire. Like doin' that ain't gonna do more harm than good. Only reason they ain't gone through with it is 'cuz Cywir got the High Captain ta vote against it, bless that sweet man."

She folds her arms and shrugs. "Fer right now... ain't an awful lot they can do. The black-bloods only come out at night, an' sendin' the army out after dark's just gonna get those folks killed. The Keeper said he was gonna step up the patrols ta keep the roads safe, but his heart ain't really in it, if you catch my meanin'." You feel that you have learned enough about Brandt to draw your own conclusions from her words.

"I plan on hunting the black-bloods," you mention to her. Willow grins from ear to ear, regarding you with newfound respect. "Thought'cha might be interested. Called back my boys an' girls ta see if they found anythin' while stalking the Silverwood. In 'bout four or five days, we're all gonna get together an' call a new hunt with anyone decides they're gonna come with. Figure this is our last chance ta hit 'em where it hurts afore the council calls another vote."

She waggles her index finger at you, looking you in the eyes. "Got a nice reward set aside for whoever brings me the head of their high priest. How 'bout it?" It is a given that you will be partaking in the hunt. You have already decided as much. The question is how you'd prefer to approach the situation.
>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.
>That reward is mine. I'll go it alone, and get a head start.

>>5310317
>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.
Perfect spycraft opportunity to learn more about the power of friendship

>>5310317
>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.

>>5310317
>>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.
>[Internally]I wonder if their forest friends include any... dragons.
Good to have Vol II out!

>>5310317
>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.
>How many others are joining the hunt, and how many black-bloods are to be expected?

>>5310317
>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.

>>5310317
>That reward is mine. I'll go it alone, and get a head start.

>>5310317 #
>A little competition sounds fun. I will join them in their hunt.

Voting closed. It seems Jez is willing to join the Mielikkians on their hunt, at risk of receiving a lesser reward.

In response to suggestions from the previous thread, a new mechanic will be introduced as soon as it becomes relevant.

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"I will be here. How many hunters will be with us?" Working with the Mielikkians diminished your chances of claiming the most valuable prize by slaying the high priest of Malar, but that was fine by you. It has been over twenty years since you last went on a proper hunt, exterminating umber hulks from the caverns surrounding your family's holdings. The prospect was refreshing, and you must admit that you were intrigued by the idea of working with the High Ranger and her forest friends - which may or may not include a genuine dragon.

"'bout thirty of my finest. An' whichever adventurin'-types we can scrape up from the Stag."

"And how many werebeasts are there?"

Willow's frown speaks volumes. She is afraid that a straight answer will deter you from participating, until her honesty gets the better of her. "No tellin'. All it takes is one bite, an' the curse'll spread." That's right. Greycastle explained that the curse is contagious. Determining an exact number while the cult is actively working to infect others would be nigh impossible. Perchance that is why the council is willing to resort to desperate measures.

"Not a problem," you assure her. You have fought in wars before, and even commanded on several occasions. This would not be the first bloody attrition fight that you have become entangled in. The total extirpation of the black-bloods, you reasoned, was not a goal that could be accomplished in a single day. "I can do it."

Willow grins and punches your shoulder softly. You assume that there is an intention behind this otherwise inexplicable surface-dweller behavior, though the truth eludes you. "Much appreciated. Anythin' else on your mind?" Folding your arms, you consider her question and shake your head. Nothing in particular came to you. Moments like this made you curse your poor affinity for idle conversation. "I should go," you murmur as she waves you off.

Where to?
>Before leaving the Evergreen Hall, I shall approach the altar.
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.
>To stop by the All Faiths Hall should take but a few minutes of my time...
>It would be best if I did not keep Ilanis waiting. I will return to the Dreaming Dragon.

>>5311207
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.
Maybe we can get some potions or the like for the quest ahead?

>>5311207
>>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.

>>5311207
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.

>>5311207
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.

>>5311207
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.

Well, we have our blade dance to fend off any vicious bites, so we'll probably be fine.

>>5311207
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.
I'm not super good with DND mechanics, but perhaps we could ask around for something that makes us resistant to infection or increases our (or our companions) chance of resisting being infected by the wererats?
Possibly that might be more in the Cleric department, but still.

>>5311337
inb4 someone mistakes what we are talking about and hands us a condom.

>>5311207
>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth

>>5311207
>>Next I visit the Bell Market, to spend of my newfound wealth.

>>5311337
I imagine that anyone who catches it just will just tell the clerics there and they'll be put on a list of who needs remove curse cast on them. Can't imagine that the Mielikkians doing this wouldn't have the means to cure it if they're gathering a host to beat everyone up like this.

Well I really shouldn't make it sound so simple. IIRC the first thing to do is take Wolfsbane and pass the required check. If that fails, you need remove disease or heal. If you don't have a cleric with a high enough level for that, you then just throw them in a jail during a full moon and cast remove curse on them. And THEN they need to pass a check. This is all assuming 3.5e lycanthropy rules as it's currently 1374 DR, but no idea how closely this system will follow to this quest.

>>5311207
>Before leaving the Evergreen Hall, I shall approach the altar.

>>5311207
>>To stop by the All Faiths Hall should take but a few minutes of my time...

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Get in loser, we're going shopping. Update in x amount of time.

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>>5311772
Since it's common knowledge in-character, curses and various other afflictions can be cured by priests and mages that have some experience under their belt... often for a hefty donation to their cause. They may be willing to waive the fee if you're working together with them or they like you, so Jez will either need to start saving or start simping if she decides to stick with the adventurer lifestyle, where such things are an occupational hazard.

>>5312036
Are we able to make smart choices and wear armor that can't be easily bit through, or does the system used just recognize bite attacks as a vector for transmission regardless of the severity?

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This is my first time doing something like this, so hopefully it doesn't get too messy.

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Twice have you visited the Bell Market, though both occasions were business-oriented. Today, you intend to spend on self-indulgence, and prepare for future adventures. You exchange the Evergreen Hall's tranquil reverence of nature for the hustle and bustle of city life fixed around the oversized bell at Everlund's heart. The fragrance of aromatic spice wafts through the air, blending seamlessly with the smell of fresh produce which in turn accentuates the vibrant colors of dyed fabrics swaying with the breeze.

A number of goods on display are prohibitively expensive, even with the wealth you have accrued, but you are able to pick out some goods which are both desirable and affordable for you. What shall you purchase?

Adventuring Necessities:
>Potion of Healing (Restores half Strength score in Health) - 50GP/Each
>Bless Weapon Oil (+3 bonus to hit evil creatures for 1 minute, overcomes damage resistance) = 100GP/Each
>Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
>Acid (2d6 damage when thrown & highly corrosive to objects) - 10GP/Flask
>Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50GP/Each

Clothing (Which you have no interest in, of course):
>Silk Dress (includes slippers) - 12GP
>Lounging Robe - 8GP
>Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense) - 45 GP
>Toga + Sandals - 2GP
>Gold Braided Belt - 25 GP

Luxury Items:
>Cigars - 10GP/Each
>Westgate Ruby Wine (Ceramic Bottle) - 10GP
>Perfume, Ocean Mist - 3GP
>Perfume, Night Spice - 5GP
>Makeup - 30GP

>>5312055
I feel that this is something that should be answered in-character. We're winding down the introductory "arc" and transitioning into something different soon, and there will be an opportunity to do research and equip Jez accordingly.

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>>5312290
>2 Potions of Healing (because of course)
>Adventuring Supplies
>2 Acid Flasks
>Silk Dress
>Toga + Sandals
>Perfume, Night Spice

Total: 154 gold

Also, we should probably look into getting either a buckler or a parrying dagger for off hand defense, and something for ranged attack.

And if we can find the book seller, the next book in the Pretty Princess series. Can't wait to see how Drow are portrayed in it!

>>5312290
2x Potion of Healing (Restores half Strength score in Health) - 50GP/Each
Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
2x Acid (2d6 damage when thrown & highly corrosive to objects) - 10GP/Flask
1x Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50GP/Each

Silk Dress (includes slippers) - 12GP
Lounging Robe - 8GP
Toga + Sandals - 2GP

Perfume, Night Spice - 5GP
Makeup - 30GP

Which should amount to 242 GP in total

>>5312290
>Bless Weapon Oil (+3 bonus to hit evil creatures for 1 minute, overcomes damage resistance) = 100GP/Each : x1
>Gold Braided Belt - 25 GP
>Perfume, Ocean Mist - 3GP
>Westgate Ruby Wine (Ceramic Bottle) - 10GP
>Cigars - 10GP/Each : x10

>>5312290
>Silk Dress
>Potion of Healing x2
>Bless Weapon Oil x1
>Adventuring Supplies
>The next book in the Pretty Princess series

>>5312290
>Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
A required item desu, though I hope it's flint instead of fling.
>Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50GP/Each
Rather not be caught without it when it becomes relevant
>Silk Dress (includes slippers) - 12GP
This is for 100% practical purposes, how else might you become friends with a dragon without a princess dress?

Total: 77 GP

>Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense) - 45 GP
lmao the boob plate

Rather get some nice vambraces as jamming your forearm in somethings mouth to prevent it from getting to your neck is a rather instinctual action. Not that Jez would ever be caught doing something like that, oh no.

>>5312514
Come on anon, you don't want a quick fling with the shopkeeper and his supplies?

>>5312290
>Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
>Potion of Healing -50 GP
>Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50 GP
>Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense) - 45 GP for a total of 160 GP

>>5312290
Shopping binge!
>Potion of Healing
>Adventuring Supplies
>Acid
>Antitoxin (Cures poison)
>The next book in the Pretty Princess series
>Silk Dress (includes slippers)
>Lounging Robe
>Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense)
>Toga + Sandals
>Perfume, Ocean Mist
>Makeup

>>5312290
>Potion of Healing (Restores half Strength score in Health) - 50GP/Each
>Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
>Acid (2d6 damage when thrown & highly corrosive to objects) - 10GP/Flask
>Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50GP/Each

>Silk Dress (includes slippers) - 12GP
>Lounging Robe - 8GP
>Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense) - 45 GP
>Toga + Sandals - 2GP

>Westgate Ruby Wine (Ceramic Bottle) - 10GP
>Perfume, Ocean Mist - 3GP
>Makeup - 30GP

Are bustenhalt boob plates? If yes I'll take it.

>>5312036
Thanks for the explanation!
>>5312290
>2x Potion of Healing (Restores half Strength score in Health) - 50GP/Each
>1x Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
>2x Acid (2d6 damage when thrown & highly corrosive to objects) - 10GP/Flask
>1x Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50GP/Each
>1x Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense) - 45 GP
>>Silk Dress (includes slippers) - 12GP
That sums up to 242 which leaves us with 327 - 242 = 105 GP. I think this might be on the higher end of expenses, but Jez strikes me as quite practical minded and realizes it's better to have a cash reserve. Plus if she survives, she will have money. At this moment the only way I see her justifying makeup is if it's for camoflauge, like batman has beneath his mask?

Importantly, I think she would set aside a tenth of her money for church healing/tithe, practical minded that she is. She also strikes me as someone who doesn't count on the inherent goodness of a "church", like say a LG crusader might.

A tenth of her current money is a further 32.7 GP, even if it's just mentally set aside, that leaves her pretty low on reserves.

>>5312290
>2 Potions of Healing (Restores half Strength score in Health) - 100GP
>Adventuring Supplies (Backpack, rope, rations, fling & steel, etc.) - 15GP
>Acid (2d6 damage when thrown & highly corrosive to objects) - 10GP
>Antitoxin (Cures poison) - 50GP

>Silk Dress (includes slippers) - 12GP
>Lounging Robe - 8GP
>Bustenhalt, Steel Plate (Agility + 6 Defense) - 45 GP

>Perfume, Night Spice - 5GP
>Makeup - 30GP

Total: 275 GP

We have our upcoming dance with one of the city's most powerful men attending, it will probably be wise to make a good impression and be dressed appropriately. The robe is just to have some casual clothes to change into when relaxing if our dress isn't clean.

For adventuring I could see us needing all of these, so far it hasn't seemed like we will be in dire need of healing but this was the tutorial adventure and we probably shouldn't base how hard things will get off of that, plus healing is always useful in the future and it pays to have it on hand. Shame we can't afford the bless weapon oil without cutting out the potions or a bunch of the luxury items and clothing, but I'd rather be alive and have appropriate things for our dance than an easier time overcoming some tough foes. Don't really care about the acid as a ranged weapon, but it could be good in case we need to open locks or something.

I'll get to the update as soon as I'm able, which may or may not be today.

>>5312531
>his

We return. Perfume seems to be a popular option, though the vote on which one to buy is split. It seems Jez really worries about that sort of thing.

To the bold anon that wanted to spend nearly a third of our net wealth on cigars, I applaud your bravery at least.

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By necessity, you departed from home with naught but whatever you happened to have on hand at the time. If you are to adjust to your new life, then building yourself a new wardrobe is a must. Yes, this is a decision motivated purely by need - it's not as though you want to adorn yourself in all of the gaudy surfacer fabrics on display. The absurdity of such a thought is not to be understated.

You pick out a few articles that catch your eye. The toga, a white garment suitable for casual occasions made of an exotic substance known as 'linen,' which is both comfortable and tough, imported from the far-distant land called Chessenta. A simplistic robe of spun wool colored by an expensive purple dye, ideal for relaxing in should you feel inclined to stay indoors someday. Most prominent is a short dress of red silk, lovingly shipped from southern nation of Calimshan, to be worn in the unlikely event that you end up in a formal setting. It would expose the web of scars that mar your body, though the worst are on your back, and your hair is long enough to conceal those.

As you fret over your presentation - with purely pragmatic motives in mind - the memory of the stench you accumulated over the dismal tenday you spent surviving in the wild Undardark fights its way to the forefront of your mind. In silent acknowledgement, you decide to purchase a perfume to put the nagging thought to rest. Of the fragrances on offer, two fit both your tastes and your economic circumstances.

One is Ocean Mist, a pleasant though implacable smell meant to remind of a geographical phenomenon unique to the surface. The other is Night Spice, a piquant aroma that the merchant assures you will make the person of your choice eager to 'gobble you up.' While understandably leery of inviting surface-dwellers to commit cannibalism, you ultimately dismiss it as some odd vernacular and decide to take both of them.

>>5314934
Moving on to more adventurer-centric products, you stock up on the essentials. Potions of Healing, should you become wounded. Antitoxin, a niche but critical item to have on hand, and vials of acid should you ever need to dissolve a lock or surprise a foe. A decrepit dwarf woman aggressively propositions you as you fill a new backpack with hardtack, jerky, and an unfamiliar baked good referred to as 'koo-kees,' and walks away from the encounter with fewer teeth. You ask after the sequel to the Pretty Princess of Myth Drannor - alas, the author passed away before she could finish it. Allegedly, the manuscript sits in the collection of a wealthy book collector in the city of Calimport.

That should be everything. Or is it? Calling out to you is a clean-shaven gnomish man dressed in finery, marketing some sort of metal undergarment. "What ho! You there, good lady! You seem like an agile warrior. Am I wrong? I have the protection you need at a reasonable rate, fresh from Aurora's Emporium in Westgate!"

You take stock of his inventory. Chain mail corsets. Oversized war belts that leave the chest bare. Armored plates that protect the loins... and only the loins. "Stupid," you hiss, staring daggers at him. "This can't work." He beams, extending his palms toward you as he goes on. "Oh, but it does. That much I can promise you. Did you know that weapons are statistically more likely to only hit the metal bits? Some scientists even postulate that monsters are genetically predisposed to behave in this manner. I actually have a pamphlet right here referencing the rich literature on the subject, actually-"

Half of the words he used were beyond your comprehension, but they sounded intelligent. You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. "I will buy something. Please, just... stop talking," you groan, much to his delight. Perusing his wares, you pick out something to protect your bosom, together with complementary groin armor. It is... minimal enough that you should be able to comfortably wear it beneath your new toga.

Buyer's remorse weighs heavily on your shoulders as you conclude your business at the Bell Market for today. You should know better than anyone that this skimpy 'armor' affords your body no real protection... or does it? At any rate, you have an obligation that needs fulfilling, and it does you no good to delay it any further.

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>>5314940
Your return to the Dreaming Dragon is filled with surprises. For one, it seems that Ilanis has assembled an entire orchestra - strings, brass, percussion and winds, an ensemble of instrumentalists setting up next to the stage. A crew of gnomish engineers work diligently on an elaborate machine partially covered by a tarp, hauling parts in and out of the tavern at regular intervals. Overseeing the operation is Ilanis, who rubs her palms together as she issues a litany of directives without pause.

Spotting you, she rushes over and grabs you by the wrist, whisking you off before you can open your mouth to address her. "Sindi! There you are! Guess what I got? Go on, guess!" Pulling you into the seclusion of her home, she releases you and wanders off, returning seconds later with a basket in hand, rifling through it.

You clear your throat and speak. "I-" the girl cuts you off, shoving a flamboyant tangle of fabric into your arms. "It just came in from Waterdeep. Pretty nice, huh? I really need you to put this on and come down here with the rest of us so we can start the rehearsal." You blink, speaking at her. "Wait-" a plea that falls on deaf ears. She is already gone.

With the Dark Fantasy in hand, you descend dressed in a white mesh dance costume, taking your place on the stage as Ilanis speaks at the ensemble. You shut your eyes and breath deeply, considering how far-reaching the consequences of your upcoming performance will be for the first time. All eyes will be on you this time, and as an outsider, your actions will color Everlund's perception of not only you, but your people as well. Whatever you convey here is the light under which both they and you will be seen.

What is it that you want to express with this dance?
>Power. Rapid blade twirling and explosive acrobatics. I want everyone to witness the might of the Ilythiiri, and to understand what my people are proud of.
>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.
>Expertise. Real combat techniques and difficult technical movements. Now is the time to demonstrate the value of the ancient traditions handed down to me.

>>5314944
>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

Also...
>Allegedly, the manuscript sits in the collection of a wealthy book collector in the city of Calimport.
"...Hey, Willard, could I get a cost estimate of what paying you to steal that would cost me?"

>>5314955
Supporting further inquiries. Let this be our quest or a part of it going forward!

>>5314944
>Expertise

>>5314944
>Expertise. Real combat techniques and difficult technical movements. Now is the time to demonstrate the value of the ancient traditions handed down to me.

>>5314944
>Power. Rapid blade twirling and explosive acrobatics. I want everyone to witness the might of the Ilythiiri, and to understand what my people are proud of.

Eh, we aren't here to seduce the guildmaster, he's one of those cultist folks or something, as much as we may be a sensitive soul, it is best we impress those watching by showing not only our skill at dancing but our martial spirit. Plus, this choice may reflect a stat we end up using for the dance potentially, and strength is our best stat.

>>5314955
Heh heh heh, supported.

>>5314944
Expertise. I don't think we're quite ready to show off our more sensitive side in front of a crowd quite yet.

>>5314944
>>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

>>5314944
>Expertise. Real combat techniques and difficult technical movements. Now is the time to demonstrate the value of the ancient traditions handed down to me.

>>5314944
>>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

>>5314944
>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

Get cultured loser

>>5314944
Eh, I changed my mind, we did buy that perfume for a reason after all.

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>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

>>5314944
>Expertise. Real combat techniques and difficult technical movements. Now is the time to demonstrate the value of the ancient traditions handed down to me.
Jez is no hoe.
Also, gives us room for that stuff at a later moment.

>>5314944
>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

>Expertise. Real combat techniques and difficult technical movements. Now is the time to demonstrate the value of the ancient traditions handed down to me.

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>>5314944
>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

>>5314944
>>Sensuality. Dramatic sweeping motions and delicate footwork. The surface world must know that despite our reputation, our culture holds beauty as an ideal.

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"Sindi?"

Lifting the lids of your eyes, you are faced with the sight of Ilanis and her assembled band looking toward you inquisitively. "We're all wondering what kind of music you want." She turns to them, nodding firmly. "I asked one of the best troupes in the city to come play for us, so I think they can do anything!" 'Anything,' she says. If these individuals possessed a talent with instruments comparable to your weapon skill, then that may just be the case.

What is it that you want the audience to see? Your heart is the one to answer. That infernal work of literature, The Pretty Princess of Myth Drannor, ignited an amorphous warmth in your breast. There is a certain uncomplicated beauty contained within the pages of that book which stirred emotions that you did not even realize you had. Is it possible to make others experience this peculiar phenomenon?

The next few days are spent working together with the musicians, doing your utmost to explain what it is you want from them in their language. This approach is not without its challenges, as the specifications you issue are at once unhelpfully vague and unusually specific. On the second day they return with pages of sheet music, a classic from farther south as they explain, demonstrating the piece to you. Satisfied, you begin choreographing movements to suit it, expediating the process by pulling from familiar routines. The entire production is a bit slapdash, in your view, though the crowd is unlikely to recognize this.

Ilanis is more than happy to cover your living expenses up to the day of the show. You are no scholar, but it is evident that she is deeply invested in your success. In all likelihood, something of significance to her - the Dreaming Dragon itself? - is dependent on the result of this venture. At the least, she alluded to as much the other day, albeit unintentionally.

>>5316266
Mentally and physically, your project is incredibly demanding. You labor day and night until the morning of Rupert Tenpenny's scheduled visit to the Dreaming Dragon Tavern, which is scheduled for this evening. As you must be in top condition for tonight, exerting yourself is out of the question, but you must to do something if you are to pass the time.

>I will go for a walk to clear my mind. Everlund is a sizable city, there must be something I've yet to explore.
>Conventional wisdom dictates that I arrive early, to assist with final preparations, and I shall do just that.
>It is best if I meditate in silence until the hour for me to take the stage arrives.
>There is something else I would like to do. (Write-in.)

>>5316267
>>Conventional wisdom dictates that I arrive early, to assist with final preparations, and I shall do just that

>>5316266
>Conventional wisdom dictates that I arrive early, to assist with final preparations, and I shall do just that.

>>5316289
You guys think there’s a chance we dance so well we convince a few of our old house members to try out living above ground?

>>5316267
>Conventional wisdom dictates that I arrive early, to assist with final preparations, and I shall do just that.

>>5316267
>>It is best if I meditate in silence until the hour for me to take the stage arrives

>>5316267
>Conventional wisdom dictates that I arrive early, to assist with final preparations, and I shall do just that.

>>5316267
>I will go for a walk to clear my mind. Everlund is a sizable city, there must be something I've yet to explore.

We've practiced enough to be proficient in this dance of ours I think, better to take some time to relax. Plus, there is more to a city than just the major sites.

>>5316267
Have a decent sized breakfast, but don't pig out. Meditate until shortly before the performance, and then limber up with some stretches before we go on stage.

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>>5316293
I guess that really depends on all of (You). Much like a real campaign of D&D, the story of this quest is largely meant to be emergent. You could have Jez be an itinerant monster killer with no friends, or try to become an important person here in Everlund, or hunt for the rare manuscript of a certain book, or maybe make a few bad choices and die horribly. The only static goal is the one paired with the first prompt, which is trying to defeat her sisters.

If we meet them and people think that Jezyrene can redeem any of them (or if it's even worth the attempt), then you can definitely try. As for whether she'll succeed, who knows?

>>5316519
I want to build a positive reputation and earn more coin as a monster-hunter and dancer here, establish a home base, and then go on a trip to get that lost Pretty Princess sequel once we're established. Just putting that out there for other anons to consider and weigh in!

>>5316267
>It is best if I meditate in silence until the hour for me to take the stage arrives.
I like the almost jedi like imagery of emptying yourself of emotions before committing to the outpouring of emotion that is art.
>>5316523
I'd like to see Jez lead or join a group/adventuring group/mercenary group, which fits nicely with building a positive reputation. Getting to a bigger city eventually would be a big part of that. Also, do our utmost to befriend/flatter a dragon, but that's very, very highlevel I imagine.
What's the closest major metropole to where we are?

>>5316523
I don't really have any specific goals beyond achieving the goal stated in the first choice, otherwise I'm kind of just playing it by ear. I feel we'll develop more sophisticated wants and goals as we go along that will pull us into natural arcs. That being said, as much as I enjoy the children's book memes, I don't want to overplay it too much, as our knowledge of the language develops we'll probably realise it was just a children's story. Wouldn't mind going on an adventure or two into the wider world regardless though.

>>5316530
We'll get to a geography lesson on the wider world as soon as Jez has the good sense to buy a map, but we are in the North, which is sort of a frontier region. The Silver Marches is a little more developed, as it is a confederacy with three major city-states.

The capital is Silverymoon, which is a center of magic and learning that exports books and furniture and depends heavily on imports of food, clothing, and what have you.

Sundabar is a fortress with a large dwarf population geared mostly toward manufacturing and resource extraction. As one might expect, it is also very dependent on imports of food.

We are in Everlund, which is a city of commerce. Goods from the south (food, clothing, wine) come in, and goods from the Silver Marches (fur, books, precious metals) go south. It is the second largest city situated on the only major trade route that leads south.

>>5316519
It’s less about Jez redeeming her sisters (although that would be an acceptable outcome) and more about her establishing her fabulousness over them, to the point where their minions go, “Holy fuck, she got that good from three days on the surface? Why the hell am I still living in a cave taking shit from these bitches? At least there seems to be at least 99.91 percent less snake whip beatings here, maybe I should give surface living a shot.”

As for long term goals, besides beating her sisters and possibly her mother, after meeting Eilistraee‘s followers, I’d like to do some adventuring around, maybe visit all those far off places we heard of, like Myth Drannor, Neverwinter, Waterdeep, and possibly even Calimshan, if we’re still a Pretty Princess head. After that, ruining our sisters lives and making them flee from Menzoberranzan to live as failures, maybe come back and take over the Speaker of the Town job from that dwarf who runs The Stag at Bay.

>>5316605
Oh, almost forgot a couple of bullet points on the list…

>Write a book about our experiences as a children’s book
>Bring surface fashion to the Drow so they have other colors than various shades of black, dark red, and purple

And if we’re really, REALLY going for overachieving/stupid funny…

>Challenge Lolth… to a dance off.

>>5316267
>I will go for a walk to clear my mind. Everlund is a sizable city, there must be something I've yet to explore.

>>5316267
>>I will go for a walk to clear my mind. Everlund is a sizable city, there must be something I've yet to explore.

Update when possible.

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Change of plans. However, there will be bonus content next update so we can get some additional characterization and everyone can laugh at me.

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>>5317666
Well I shan't be complaining anyway

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>>5317666
No rush! Take you time. And don't sweat it: some anons are jerks, but unless you're GOING for comedy, I doubt many will be laughing. You're a good writer, who conveys your characters well.

>>5316590
thanks for the explanation! Found a searchable Forgotten realms map after this, helped a lot.
>>5317666
I wasn't really expecting anything these days, it's been a merry midsummer and everyone is hungover. Doubt we'd laugh (unless it's intended).

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Remaining idle does you no good. The thought of being the main act of an upcoming show makes you incomprehensibly restless. Donning your toga, you find your way to the Dreaming Dragon, making sure to pull the hood of your cloak over your head before stepping out to shield your eyes from the dawn's hateful radiance. Your eyes are growing accustomed to the surface light, though you refuse to risk scorching them a second time.

Through an open doorway you spy Ilanis, standing on the tips of her toes at the zenith of a comedically tall ladder. Meticulously, she works at attaching crystals to the ceiling using silken cords. Judiciously, you remain quiet and behold the scene with a sense of morbid curiosity. Is she ignorant of the danger that she has placed herself in, or does she simply have no regard for the risk? Seemingly content, she descends to inspect her work, at last becoming aware of your presence.

"Woah there, lady! Don't sneak up on me like that!" The girl wipes her brow, her gaze returning to her handiwork. "Why are you here, anyway? We don't start until tonight." Folding your arms, you speak at her while slowly pacing around the venue. "I am restless. I thought you would have something for me." Some light activity could do wonders to ease your nerves.

Ilanis shrugs, looking at the bulky device the gnomish engineers finished installing the other day. You hadn't the slightest as to its purpose, but the girl promised that it was pivotal to your performance and said no more. "You're right on time! I just need to finish moving all of the crystals around and we're all done. Why don't you get on the ladder? That way I can see how it looks from down here."

>>5318766
The hours fly by as you and Ilanis spend the morning rearranging the Dreaming Dragon's lighting, altering the atmosphere bit-by-bit. When you are finished, the mood of the tavern has transitioned from glistering and wondrous to something more dimly lit and intimate. Once the last crystal is set, Ilanis sits you down and forces you to partake of a meal which she refers to as 'brunch.'

It would be a grand understatement to label Ilanis as chatty. She is the most talkative individual that you have ever met, freely sharing any thought that pops into her head. The girl tells you of her parents - that her mother was the kindest woman, passing tragically shortly before her father vanished. She also goes on to tell you that her father was a mage of rare talent who used to adventure when she was still a girl, and how Amaranth apprenticed under him.

The girl gabs for an indeterminate amount of time, given pause only when the ensemble begins filing in to set up for the evening. "Oh!" She leaps up from her chair, rubbing her palms together anxiously. "It's time for us to get ready. Your outfit's in my room. I- I'll call you down when it's time for you to go!"

>>5318774
You adjust your costume a second time and stretch, looking out at the dimming evening sky through the window of the girl's bedroom. Over the duration of an hour and a half, guests trickle into the Dreaming Dragon until the telltale jabbering of a large crowd can be heard over a convivial piece of music emanating from the tavern downstairs. By your reckoning, Ilanis is allowing them some time to settle in and mingle.

Just as you are beginning to relax, she barges in, appearing flush and disheveled. Procuring a comb and a hand mirror, she hurriedly brushes her hair, taking labored breaths as she talks. "Whew. Th- this is all really stressful to me? Usually we don't have more than a hundred people in here, maybe!" She gulps, looking to you for some affirmation that she does not find, returning her attention to her reflection. "It's time! For you, I mean," she squeaks, waggling her hand vaguely at you.

Breathing deeply, you make your descent and behold your audience for tonight. From end to end, the building is filled with folk from their myriad of species, all well-to-do individuals by the look of the finery they sport. Everlund's upper-crust is here, chatting away and imbibing in drink as they await tonight's main attraction. Unless you are mistaken, there are hundreds... perchance just under a thousand people in attendance of this event. Even when you visited the cities, you never demonstrated your skill to more than a few dozen. This... is an unexpected development.

What is it that you are thinking right now?
>This is what I was born to do.
>I am speechless. Awed. So many people wish to see me?
>One, a thousand, the audience matters not. I remain calm and follow the routine.
>This will be my magnum opus. I shall pour my everything into this.
>Oh gods, I am sweating! How did Ilanis talk me into this?!
>[Write-in.]

And now, something entirely different. I accidentally miscounted the votes and started writing for the wrong prompt last time. Here is a snippet of rough content that ended up being cut of dubious canonicity.

https://pastebin.com/qpmx5m13

>>5318788
>I am speechless. Awed. So many people wish to see me?
Regardless of choice, see if we can pick out any familiar faces from the crowd, and maybe ask Ilanis which Halfling is Tenpenny.

>>5318788
>Oh gods, I am sweating! How did Ilanis talk me into this?!
An veritable ARMY has marched here to witness us! Have we EVER seen so many together at once, let alone all staring at us, in our life?

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>>5318788
>>I am speechless. Awed. So many people wish to see me?

>>5318788
>Oh gods, I am sweating! How did Ilanis talk me into this?!

>>5318788
>>This will be my magnum opus. I shall pour my everything into this.

>>5318788
>>One, a thousand, the audience matters not. I remain calm and follow the routine.

>>5318788
>>I am speechless. Awed. So many people wish to see me?

>>5318788
>I am speechless. Awed. So many people wish to see me?
>This will be my magnum opus. I shall pour my everything into this.

>>5318788
>This is what I was born to do.

>>5318788
>This will be my magnum opus. I shall pour my everything into this

>>5318788
>>5318788
>>I am speechless. Awed. So many people wish to see me?
>>This will be my magnum opus. I shall pour my everything into this.

>>5318788
>One, a thousand, the audience matters not. I remain calm and follow the routine.
Stoic Jez is stoic.
>Addendum, before beginning the routine: Slowly stare down the audience at the moment of reckoning before speaking slowly. "You are about to witness an art that has never graced the surface before." [dramatic pause. Draw blade for the dance]. "Let us begin."

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Oh, and I liked the meditation writing thing, definitely the kind of thing I was picturing when voting for that option. Very pseudo force in a cool way. Perhaps we will use it again in the future, "for real."

Cutting the vote here. Soon we will get to the unpleasant business of math wizardry.

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Beholding the multitude of spectators, you are struck dumb. The only assemblies of similar magnitude that you have ever laid eyes on prior were during wartime. Though a commander of troops, you were still a face to be lost in the crowd then. And now, you demand more attention than you have held in your life prior. Tonight, a veritable army has gathered to witness you, and your art. This could be the only opportunity you have to perform for so many. You resolve to make it your finest. Swallowing a gob of spit, you summon up your courage and take the stage.

Dark Fantasy in hand, you stand upright and scan the mass for familiar faces. None turn up - you are surrounded by a throng of uncountable strangers. Behind you, concealed from sight is Ilanis, adjusting dials and levers on the odd device. The Dreaming Dragon gradates from dim to dark, its sole source of gentle luminosity hanging directly above you, guaranteeing that your actions will be emphasized to the exclusion of all else. Glancing at the conductor, the two of you share a knowing look and nod in unison.

It begins.

>>5320086
https://vocaroo.com/1gDSaRbe7zTJ

The piece opens softly with winds and strings which carry a tender, almost sorrowful timbre across the building. On cue, you synchronize your movements with the tempo and rely on your core to gently cut wide crescents through the air, unhurriedly twirling your sword as it changes hands once, twice, three times. Shifting your weight onto one leg, you spin yourself clockwise at a speed that appears leisurely whilst angling the blade of your weapon diagonally, the glint of its metal creating a mystifying spiral pattern. These slow exertions appear unchallenging at face, but such legato, controlled motions are taxing enough to make your muscles burn in protest, an unwelcome reminder of your advancing age.

The crescendo of strings and gradual introduction of brass prompts you to commence the next phase of the routine. The music adopts a brighter, more optimistic tone, and your gesticulations by extension grow more energetic. Elegantly, you weave your weapon encircling your legs, under your arms, around your waist and behind you back without nicking yourself, actions which appear superficially effortless to those ignorant of how many times you have cut yourself attempting them as a girl. Everything culminates in your most technically impressive showing yet. You whirl the Dark Fantasy about your shoulder and release it from your grasp, continuing your dance unimpeded as it rotates around your neck without your intervention as if possessed - a trick of inertia and gravity that provokes widespread whispering in the audience.

The clash of hand cymbals serves to usher in the final portion of the show as the brass and strings brilliantly come together to create a resounding empyrean atmosphere. You believe yourself to be a sensitive soul, and have chosen to represent the ideal of beauty with this dance. It is to be now or never. Like the rupturing of a dam, your inhibitions break down as you allow the most raw expression of the fundament of your being to burst forth and consume you.

Emotion takes hold as you slip into a trance. Seizing the moment, you maneuver the sword about your body at such a speed that it looks to be mere flickers of light to the naked eye. Mightily, you leap across the stage, refusing to allow the spectacle to abate even while in the air. Heralding the end is a rolling decrescendo, during which you land on one foot and toss the Dark Fantasy into the air, performing a slow pirouette while extending a hand that effortlessly grasps its handle mid-descent as all falls silent.

Returning to the center stage, you bow deeply, a gesture that is met by uproarious applause.

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>>5320091
You realize that all your life, you have been coasting along as if you were in a dream. At long last arriving in the waking world, you have come alive.

Level Up!

>Select one Attribute to increase by 2.
>Select one DIFFERENT Attribute to increase by 1.

Lastly, choose one Feat.
>Orb Alur Mastery - You deepen your understanding of the Superior Spider style. +3 bonus to dodge hazards or perform acrobatics. Commanding Presence becomes Performing Combatant. Sword Dance becomes Whirlwind Attack.
>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.

A quick reminder of the rules, for those who care:
https://pastebin.com/M5xyWRn1

>>5320095
>Select one Attribute to increase by 2.
Will
>Select one DIFFERENT Attribute to increase by 1.
Agility

>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.

At last we have found our true calling

>>5320095
>+2 agility
>+1 power
>Orb Alur Mastery

>>5320091
Beautiful choice of music, btw.

>>5320095
>Select one Attribute to increase by 2.
Will
>Select one DIFFERENT Attribute to increase by 1.
Agility
>Orb Alur Mastery - You deepen your understanding of the Superior Spider style. +3 bonus to dodge hazards or perform acrobatics. Commanding Presence becomes Performing Combatant. Sword Dance becomes Whirlwind Attack.

>>5320095
+2 Intellect
+1 Will
>Orb Alur Mastery - You deepen your understanding of the Superior Spider style. +3 bonus to dodge hazards or perform acrobatics. Commanding Presence becomes Performing Combatant. Sword Dance becomes Whirlwind Attack.

>>5320095
>>Select one Attribute to increase by 2.
Intellect
>>Select one DIFFERENT Attribute to increase by 1.
Will

>Orb Alur Mastery - You deepen your understanding of the Superior Spider style. +3 bonus to dodge hazards or perform acrobatics. Commanding Presence becomes Performing Combatant. Sword Dance becomes Whirlwind Attack.

>>5320095
+2 Will
+1 Intellect

>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.
Great music and even better update

>>5320095
>Agility
>Will

>Orb Alur Mastery

>>5320095
>>Agility
>>Will
>>Orb Alur Mastery

>>5320095
>Select one Attribute to increase by 2.
Agility
>Select one DIFFERENT Attribute to increase by 1.
Intellect

>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.

>>5320095
>Increase Intellect by 2
>Increase Agility by 1

>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.

Going for increasing intellect to synergize with Luth Alur's bonus to perception. With the increased perception we can preemptively avoid hazards and traps that the +3 bonus from Orb Alur would've helped with, plus all the standard benefits of perception.

It is also pretty important to have a ranged weapon that we are proficient and good with, particularly as we may be facing foes that transmit a curse via melee attacks. DnD martial types tend to get overshadowed by spellcasters, but when we have only ourselves to rely upon for the moment we need a good ranged weapon to fight flying foes, or harass foes that are superior to us in melee before they close, or be able to fight while retreating while in groups.

The sneaky-shooty types of drow stick in my mind just as much as the hit-things types, at least in terms of mechanical presence.

Plus I just like the idea of being more perceptive in general and seeing more when the QM relays what we perceive in the updates, and the intellect goes with us being a cultured soul.

Going with the Agility to increase our Defense, it is more valuable than one extra health or slightly more Power, we haven't had trouble with running out of Power so far. Plus I'm not sure whether ranged weapons key off of strength or agility.

>>5320095
+2 Intellect
+1 Agility
>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.

Update soon. We've got some important decisions coming up so Jez can make a fool of herself before we transition into a new story arc.

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>>5320888
Frilly decisions, with tiaras and cute bows?

>>5320900
All of that and more, depending on your choices.

>>5320095
>Select one Attribute to increase by 2.
Intellect
>Select one DIFFERENT Attribute to increase by 1.
Agility
>Luth Alur Style - You draw on your diverse training to expand your arsenal. Permanently increase Perception by 4. +3 bonus to hit targets using projectile weapons. Commanding Presence becomes Dazzling Display. You learn Shot on the Run.

probably too late

>>5321007
I'm torn, honestly. Either way, there will be a tie, and I'd rather not roll for such a meaningful decision.

>>5321057
I'd assumed that the cut-off period was when you notify us about an upcoming update. Might be a good idea for future votes.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

On one, Agility. On two, Intellect.

>>5321120
It usually is.

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I'll finish writing as soon as I can. In the meantime, this is now (You).

Abilities here:
https://pastebin.com/mStwuNKy

I would've switched since I chose the attribute increases to go specifically with the choice of style and would've chosen differently for the Orb Alur style. That being said, I'm not gonna complain about what won.

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Light returns to the Dreaming Dragon, claps and cheers giving way to a deluge of discussion as the audience turns away from you to trade words with one another. Your senses have sharpened. You feel more aware, focused. And, something more - you are... braver? Ilanis steps onto the stage and nods firmly, placing her hand on your shoulder, jostling you around. So enraptured are you by the thrill of the moment that you do not even care to push her away. "I knew it! From the first time I saw you, I knew you were this good!" Both of you stare absentmindedly at the crowd until she releases you. "Oh! I should introduce you to Master Tenpenny!"

Keeping pace with the girl, you ascend a staircase leading to a secluded balcony with a magnificent view of the stage. Seated at the end of a lengthy rectangular table is a balding, corpulent halfling adorned in deluxe business attire. So rotund is he that his proportions seem almost fictional when observed up close. There is no stigma against being portly in your society - on the contrary, only a handful of the most influential Ilythiiri can afford to grow fat - but the man before you is less than half your height and weighs at least three times as much as you.

Flanking him are two people of a familiar sort. At his right is a sly-looking woman with umber colored skin wearing a fine suit, her dark hair cut short. The cold smirk and sadistic glint in her eye telegraphs that she is a lifetaker, though you see no weapons on her person. As for the left, a burly man wearing suspenders and a dress shirt that is tight enough to highlight his overdeveloped musculature sits hunched over the table, the greenish tint to his skin suggesting he is of orcish descent. You have seen this type far too many times in the past - a brute addicted to a cocktail of performance-enhancing drugs that spends all of their time lifting weights, foregoing a more rounded training regimen.

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"Master Tenpenny!" Ilanis bows politely, gently nudging you forward to be presented like a well-raised racing lizard. "This is Sindiira. We just want to thank you for stopping by. What did you think of the show?" The halfling reaches into his coat pocket, fishing out a cigar which he places gingerly in his mouth. A miniscule flame appears at the tip of the woman's index finger, which she uses to set the rolled tobacco alight. Tenpenny speaks at her with an offensive, croaking voice with the texture of sandpaper.

"It was O-KAY. I rate it five stars," he states, waggling the cigar in your direction. Ilanis smiles from ear-to-ear, completely elated. "Solid five outta' ten," he corrects, blowing a cloud of smoke in your direction that sends the girl into a coughing fit. More surface-dweller vernacular that you fail to grasp. Five is half of ten. Is he saying that your performance was only half-decent?

"That's fine!" Exclaims Ilanis, inhaling deeply as the coughing subsides. "We're always trying to improve. I- I know! We'll do better next time! Everything will be twice as good!" She shoots you a hysterical look, hope and fright painted over her visage. "Right, Sindi?" Tenpenny hops out of his chair, motioning for his entourage to follow after him. "You do that, kid. I enjoyed myself tonight, I'll give ya that much," he huffs, waddling toward the staircase. "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta prep for tomorrow's council meeting. Ciao."

>>5321501
At the very moment that Tenpenny passes by you, he grabs a generous handful of your buttocks and gives it a firm squeeze. Reflexively, you raise your weapon, prompting his hangers-on to confront you. The half-orc smirks and cracks his knuckles, whilst flames lick the edges of the human woman's fingers. Ilanis places her hands on your arm, encouraging you to lower it as the trio makes their exit. A fight would have won you nothing, you reason.

The two of you stand on the balcony overlooking the tavern's entirety as you share a tense silence. "You should leave," says the girl, chuckling nervously. "I need to see everybody out. We can talk some other time, right?" Though it is presently mid-evening, your body urges you to refrain from exerting yourself further. Your legs especially threaten to rebel against you should you demand anything more than the lightest activity from them.

"Right," you sigh in agreement, gathering up your belongings to depart. What next?
>I think I'll turn in early today. I need to spend tomorrow preparing for the werebeast hunt, and my back pain is more severe than I care to admit.
>I need to relax. Now. I return to the Phantom Knight for a hot bath, a bottle of wine, and mayhaps a good book.
>I would very much like to go for a walk right now, to cool my head and contemplate events both past and future.

>>5321505
>>I need to relax. Now. I return to the Phantom Knight for a hot bath, a bottle of wine, and mayhaps a good book.

>>5321501
>>I need to relax. Now. I return to the Phantom Knight for a hot bath, a bottle of wine, and mayhaps a good book.
How much $$$ do we have now?

Looks like I missed the levelup, interesting.
>>5321553
If you look in the character sheet above, it says 67 gp. Not a lot.
>>5321505
>I think I'll turn in early today. I need to spend tomorrow preparing for the werebeast hunt, and my back pain is more severe than I care to admit.
What a creep, Tenpenny, I mean Penguin, is going in our book of drow grudges, I assume. Anyway, lets get to the adventure, post haste!

>>5321505
>I think I'll turn in early today. I need to spend tomorrow preparing for the werebeast hunt, and my back pain is more severe than I care to admit.

>>5321505
>I think I'll turn in early today. I need to spend tomorrow preparing for the werebeast hunt, and my back pain is more severe than I care to admit.
Screw giving this blob any more gold.

>>5321505
>>I would very much like to go for a walk right now, to cool my head and contemplate events both past and future.

>>5321505
>>I need to relax. Now. I return to the Phantom Knight for a hot bath, a bottle of wine, and mayhaps a good book.

>>5321505
>>I would very much like to go for a walk right now, to cool my head and contemplate events both past and future.

Another flashback please

>>5321505
>I think I'll turn in early today. I need to spend tomorrow preparing for the werebeast hunt, and my back pain is more severe than I care to admit.

>>5321505
>I think I'll turn in early today. I need to spend tomorrow preparing for the werebeast hunt, and my back pain is more severe than I care to admit.

>>5321505
>I would very much like to go for a walk right now, to cool my head and contemplate events both past and future.

>presented like a well-raised racing lizard
I love these bits

>>5321505
>>I would very much like to go for a walk right now, to cool my head and contemplate events both past and future.

And we cut the vote here. Update later.

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Put plainly, you are far too exhausted to do much of anything, save resting your head. You drag your aching bones to your room at the Phantom Knight and bathe only to remove the stench of athleticism from your person before laying down. Opinions on Tenpenny notwithstanding, the room has already been rented for the night, and you are in no mood to search around for another inn.

Fatigue takes hold. As you slip away from the world of the waking, your tranquil slumber is disturbed by the sensation of something soft brushing up against your hand, punctuated by a stinging pain in your palm. With great effort, you force your left eye open and lazily look upon the source of your distress. An eight-legged creature wreathed in darkness bites into your flesh. A shadow given form, its only distinct feature is the pair of smirking, sensuous lips set atop its abdomen.

Both eyes open, you spot dozens, hundreds of the spider creatures, slipping into your room from beneath the door and under the floorboards. All at once, they creep toward you, emitting what you can only call an aura of murderous intent. Your heart pounds as you become painfully aware that you are going to die here if you do not take action immediately.

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Air floods your lungs as you spring into action. You instinctively dive for your weapon, surveying your surroundings for foes as you consider the best escape route. Adrenaline floods your bloodstream to make you ready for a desperate struggle. Yet, there is nothing out of place. It was but a night terror. Or could it be a reminder that you are straying from the course that is intended for you?

The night has not been kind to you, but it has passed. It is now dawn. What would you like to do?
>The memory of my dream remains fresh. The Spider Queen's grasp is assuredly weaker in the All Faiths Hall. A visit could put me at ease.
>Knowing is half the battle. I shall seek out lore pertaining to the beast god Malar and his cult from an unbiased perspective.
>Rumor is that the Speaker of the Town was a monster killer in his day. I go to the Stag at Bay, to request that he share his experience with me.
>I will go to the Evergreen Hall. If I am to fight alongside the followers of Mielikki, I would first know my allies.
>There is something else I would like to do. [Write-in.]

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Obligatory reply for 4chan X users.

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>Rumor is that the Speaker of the Town was a monster killer in his day. I go to the Stag at Bay, to request that he share his experience with me.

>>5322698
>I will go to the Evergreen Hall. If I am to fight alongside the followers of Mielikki, I would first know my allies.

Lolth can go fuck herself.

>>5322698
>I will go to the Evergreen Hall. If I am to fight alongside the followers of Mielikki, I would first know my allies.

>>5322698
>I will go to the Evergreen Hall. If I am to fight alongside the followers of Mielikki, I would first know my allies.

>>5322698
>The memory of my dream remains fresh. The Spider Queen's grasp is assuredly weaker in the All Faiths Hall. A visit could put me at ease.

>>5322698
>Knowing is half the battle. I shall seek out lore pertaining to the beast god Malar and his cult from an unbiased perspective.

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>>The memory of my dream remains fresh. The Spider Queen's grasp is assuredly weaker in the All Faiths Hall. A visit could put me at ease.

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>Knowing is half the battle. I shall seek out lore pertaining to the beast god Malar and his cult from an unbiased perspective.
We can and should visit the Faith's Hall, later after this quest. There's no immediate rush. Whereas right now we're about to go monster hunting.
>Captcha:GG2YG
I hope it will be a good game, captcha

>>5322698
>I will go to the Evergreen Hall. If I am to fight alongside the followers of Mielikki, I would first know my allies.

>>5322698
>>Knowing is half the battle. I shall seek out lore pertaining to the beast god Malar and his cult from an unbiased perspective.

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Voting is closed. We're probably looking at a delayed update.

>>5323025
The casuals, they will be filtered.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

(Perception 12) Success on 12 or lower.

But before that, we roll.

>>5324104
So much for Jez and her nocturnal vision

>>5324110
To be fair, I suppose night time prowling is a bit different on the surface world compared to the weird underdark where oceans can be found and other crazy shit.
Anyway, maybe our companions on this quest will roll better. Power of friendship and all...

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You've decided that you'll not be hunting by your lonesome. There is safety in numbers, and having access to talents outside of your repertoire could be the difference between life and death. As such, you decide that it is imperative that you first know your allies. Readying yourself for the day, you pack your belongings and leave the Phantom Knight behind, making for the Evergreen Hall.

Mielikki's temple is abuzz with activity. Most present are local hunters equipped with whatever implements they are familiar with. They gossip and jape with one another, speaking of the plucky adventures that they will share and reassuring one another of their upcoming exploits. These people have the look of fresh-faced youths who have grown confident in their abilities. You distinctly recall being similar before your first true conflict disillusioned you to the supposed romance of bloodshed.

Sitting cross-legged in a circle on the grasses of the garden are four robed men and women adorned in wild flora, chanting a in language that is wholly unfamiliar to you. Unless you are mistaken, these sort belong to a denomination of nature-priests that worship trees, or some such nonsense. Despite prominently decorating themselves with flowers, the stench about them is... uniquely awful.

Clustered around Willow are the real survivalists, enough to count on both hands. Rangers, hardened by regular skirmishing and long treks through the untamed wilds. She delegates tasks to them, waving them off to attend to the others as she takes notice of you, leaning herself against the tree at the temple's center.

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"Good seein' ye again." Willow tilts her head toward you, shooting you a toothy smile. "Didn't think a celeb like yerself still had time for us small folks. So, you still comin' with us, or are ye gonna be busy with whatever it is y'all famous folks get up to?" Folding your arms, you narrow your eyes and regard her skeptically, seeking clarification on the meaning behind her words. "What?"

"Aw, you ain't gotta be shy. Can't find one person what ain't talkin' 'bout that dance. 'Sindiira this,' 'Sindiira that,'" Willow throws her hands up and chortles. "Figure you could do that dance here? Gotta get some new blood in here somehow." She slaps your shoulder playfully. The High Ranger's mirth tapers off as she fixes her vision on her brothers and sisters in faith. "So?" She asks with an expression that you find yourself unable to place no matter which angle you view it from. "What do ye think?"

"About?"

"Jus' wonderin' what ye think 'bout my hunters, the Needles. Ye look like the sort that's seen some things. Real fightin'. Got that look in yer eye 'n' all." She was not wrong. Mother often delegated the unglamorous work of commanding the vanguard to you. The intensity of the frontline can irreversibly alter the psyche of any creature, and you are no exception. Obliging her, you appraise the people who are meant to be accompanying you.

Your limited experience fighting werecreatures did not leave you impressed with their prowess - but you far outstrip this lot in terms of both talent and know-how. Though uncertain of the intent behind the question, you do know that the priestess awaits your answer expectantly.
>They lack experience, but the guidance of a firm hand and a few whippings can shore up their deficiency and bring out their raw talent.
>I do not envision them slaying many werebeasts, but their skills as woodsmen will be a boon. They could support us as scouts and avoid any serious fighting.
>There are too many fresh faces here for us to manage. It will be a slaughter, plain and simple. These rookies are going to be a liability - only the elite should accompany us.

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>They lack experience, but the guidance of a firm hand and a few whippings can shore up their deficiency and bring out their raw talent.
>Wait, you don’t whip your underlings to motivate them to perform their tasks better? Fascinating… the magic of friendship must be truly powerful, indeed…
>Perhaps you could call up a few forest friends to see if they’ve noticed any sign of these blackbloods? Or perhaps orcs, too, the ones I first fought had mentioned that there were some coming from up north. Perhaps they’re being squeezed by both sides, as it were?

>>5324866
>I do not envision them slaying many werebeasts, but their skills as woodsmen will be a boon. They could support us as scouts and avoid any serious fighting.

>>5324866
>>They lack experience, but the guidance of a firm hand and a few whippings can shore up their deficiency and bring out their raw talent.

>>5324866
>They lack experience, but the guidance of a firm hand and a few whippings can shore up their deficiency and bring out their raw talent.
Meat shields are always has its uses

>>5324975
I like that one

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I'll back any man or woman who so astutely reflects the growing realization of the magic of friendship.

>>5324866
>I do not envision them slaying many werebeasts, but their skills as woodsmen will be a boon. They could support us as scouts and avoid any serious fighting.

>>5324866
>>They lack experience, but the guidance of a firm hand and a few whippings can shore up their deficiency and bring out their raw talent.
>>I do not envision them slaying many werebeasts, but their skills as woodsmen will be a boon. They could support us as scouts and avoid any serious fighting

Vote closed. Update later.

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"I like them," you say, nodding approvingly. "Some of the weakest ones will need to be whipped to get them to fight. The ones that do not die can be good warriors one day, if you are harsh on them." In many ways, you see your younger self in these surface-dwelling provincials. A little hardship would go a long way toward thinning out the less capable and bringing the most talented to the forefront.

Willow blinks, staring at your face, jaw slack and eyebrows raised. You look over your shoulder to ensure that there is nobody behind you as she wordlessly sucks in a lungful of air. "Is there something in my teeth?" You ask. The High Ranger looks into your eyes, exhaling deeply. "Naw. Naw, you just got a way with words, is all. Y'know what? I'll just take it as a compliment." She thrums her fingers against the tree, debating with herself internally before going on like a parent lecturing a child on a critical facet of reality. "Lissen', sweetheart. I know ye ain't from 'round here. This kinda' thing might be different where yer from, but we don't let good folks don't hit good folks," she instructs.

"Why?"

Your challenge of her grievance is direct and incisive. It seemed terribly wasteful not to discipline others with the intent of bringing out their better traits. The multitude of Ilythiiri who cannot reach their potential are quickly culled by those who can. As such, inuring the next generation to the world's difficulties has always been considered natural wisdom among your people. So why does this half-breed think differently?

Willow rolls her shoulders. "How's about I show ye instead? That treatin' others right - helpin' folks - gets more respect than pushin' 'em around?" A novel idea. If you are to acknowledge the efficacy of such farcicality, then you will have to witness it firsthand. "All right," you respond, "I want to see that. Show me how to lead without punishing."

>>5326665
"Deal." She grins from ear to ear, assured that she can live up to her allegation. Whether or not others will follow someone into mortal peril out of some naïve sense of misplaced admiration is yet to be seen, though you are willing to keep an open mind. "We're leavin' in the small hours tomorrow mornin', so wake up early. Make sure ye get yourself a silver weapon, if you ain't already."

So the creatures are vulnerable only to a certain substance - it would explain why your blade had such a difficult time cutting through their flesh during your first encounter. That is one mystery resolved. There is something else that has captured your interest as of late. "And your forest friends? Have you asked them about the black-bloods?"

Unexpectedly, Willow's expression darkens. She seemed quite enthused when discussing the activities of Mielikki's cult the other day, but there is grim edge to her inflection which betrays carefully suppressed acrimony. "We ain't seen too many forest friends here lately," she hisses vaguely, allowing you to find your own meaning in her words. Your talk grinds to a sudden halt - somehow, it was not the first time that a conversation ended for you in this fashion.

"I should leave," you mutter stiffly, receiving a cool wave from the High Ranger in return.

You have formed your initial opinion on your allies, and have the foggiest idea of what sort of opposition to expect, as well as how to dispatch them. What now?
>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.
>It cannot be helped. I must seek the wisdom of an experienced monster slayer to remedy my ignorance.
>There is an altar dedicated to the Lady of the Forests here. I have decided that I shall visit it right now.
>Any lore pertaining to the Beastlord and his clergy would be a welcome addition to my arsenal. I require a book, or the help of a sage.
>Before I leave, I would like to speak with Willow about... [Write-in.]

>>5326667
>>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.

>>5326667
>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.

>>5326667
>>It cannot be helped. I must seek the wisdom of an experienced monster slayer to remedy my ignorance.

>>5326667
>>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.

>>5326667
>There is an altar dedicated to the Lady of the Forests here. I have decided that I shall visit it right now.
>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.

>>5326667
>>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.

>>5326667
>As a matter of principle, my highest priority is to obtain a silver weapon immediately, lest I be caught unprepared.
>It cannot be helped. I must seek the wisdom of an experienced monster slayer to remedy my ignorance.

We're off to get equipped. Update in x hours.

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From your perspective, a weapon made from silver metal would perform horrendously in combat. Silver is soft and ductile, good for jewelry and currency, not stress nor strife. Fashioning a weapon made of the substance must involve a trick of metallurgy which you are ignorant of, then. Opting to enlist the help of a professional, you pay visit to the Bell Market to look for an item that suits your werebeast-killing needs.

"Aha! The warrior returns!" Shouts the gnome that talked you into purchasing that tasteless (but allegedly effective) armor. He holds out a silken cord with two meager metal studs loosely attached to it, offering it to you. "I have just the thing for a blade-wielding beauty such as yourself. This here is the bleeding edge of personal protective equipment. For you see, it is a state of the art-"

"I need a weapon," you cut him off before his surface-dweller rhetoric can deceive you a second time. "Silver weapon. Show me your silver weapons."

Recoiling in place, he lovingly sets the so-called 'personal protective equipment' down and directs your attention instead toward a small cabinet filled with conventional-looking weaponry. "As you wish, milady. Hunting a vampire? Need to slay a devil or make sure a wraith stays dead? We have the finest selection of alchemical silver armaments this far from Athkatla."

>Silver Katana (2d4, Double damage on roll of 1) - 40 GP
>Silver Longsword (1d6+1) - 15 GP
>Light Crossbow + Silver Bolts (1d8, Long Range) - 20 GP
>Hand Crossbow + Silver Bolts (1d8, Medium Range, Wrist-mounted) - 40 GP
>Mayhaps I can sell something? [Write-in.]

>>5327642
>Silver Longsword (1d6+1) - 15 GP

>>5327642
>Silver Longsword
>Ask him about the katana. You've never seen a blade with a coin shaped handguard before, not even on the few surface raids you've been on.

>>5327642
>Light Crossbow and Silver Bolts
>Silver Katana
We'll make the money back in loot, rewards, or future dances.

>>5327642
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Actually, switch me over to the Silver Katana. The improved damage and crits will be useful.

>>5327642
>Silver Katana
Now i want a crit-fish build.

>>5327642
>>Silver Katana (2d4, Double damage on roll of 1) - 40 GP

>>5327642
>>Silver Longsword (1d6+1) - 15 GP

>>5327642
>Silver Longsword (1d6+1) - 15 GP
>Light Crossbow + Silver Bolts (1d8, Long Range) - 20 GP

You know what's better than running into combat and stabbing someone? Forcing them to run to you while getting shot, and then stabbing them.

I would also point out that the damage floor for the silver longsword is 2, the average is 4.5 (so 4), and the max is 7. Compare this to the damage floor of the silver katana which is also 2, an average of 5, and a max of 8. The damage difference between these two weapons is negligible aside from crit fishing, which will always be a poor tactic.

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Vote closed. Jez will become a weeaboo.

>>5328260
If I'm not retarded with my math then its actually quite higher than that. I'd figure the double damage on 1 refers to getting a 1 on either damage roll which'd mean it'd have anywhere from 106/16 (6.62) to 110/16 (6.87) damage on average depending on whether it quadruples on double 1 roll.

>>5328528
It's meant to be on a roll of 1 on the d20, I apologize if that wasn't clear.

That might change, with future feats and possible enchantments...

>>5328513
>Jez will become a weeaboo.
Well, maybe if we become one we could make our sisters die from embarrassment and shame from being related to us.

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You run your index finger over the surface of an exotic scabbard made of lacquered wood, slowly drawing out the armament therein by its grip, designed to accommodate two hands. It is a slim, single-edged blade with a circular guard and a moderate curve that rests easily in your hand. "What is this?" You wonder aloud.

"Ah, a woman of culture I see. That is a katana, a rare thing brought here by mercenaries all the way from a place known as Kozakura and given a silver treatment. Do you like it?" Ordinarily, you preferred double-edged swords - trying to alternate between using the blunt side to defend and the bladed side to strike could be tricky with the often improvisational movements of Orb Alur - but at your level of mastery, you could turn a kitchen utensil into a weapon fit for military use.

That aside, whether it was the aesthetic or the unique craftsmanship, there was something about it which appealed to you on a superficial level. There are other weapons on display which are more affordable and doubtless equally as lethal. Yet, this 'katana' looked pleasing, and felt good to hold. "I'll take it. What do I need to know about using it?"

The gnome throws his hands up, shaking his head. "Oh no! Don't ask me! I don't know the first thing about fighting, and even less about how the warriors from the far east do it. You'd need to ask someone smarter or more well-traveled than me." Something to keep in mind should you feel the desire to pursue that knowledge, then. The deal is done, and you are now the proud owner of one silver katana.

What's next, lady?
>Seek out an experienced monster hunter.
>Find lore pertaining to the cult of Malar.
>Return to the Evergreen Hall to visit the altar.
>There is a location I must visit... [Write-in.]

>>5328754
>Find an eastern fighter to get pointers about [b]the way of the blade[/b]

>>5328754
>Seek out an experienced monster hunter.

>>5328754
>Seek out an experienced monster hunter.

Damn Kara-Tur enthusiasts. Stay in l5r where you belong! Would've been nice to have a chance to shoot the furries before they even have a chance to infect Jez with their curse, but it looks like anime prevails.

>>5328528
As explained by the qm it's the attack roll that determines crits, but being able to get double damage on a 1 from a 2d4? Man that just doesn't pass the taste test at all

>>5328754
>Evergreen Hall, to visit the altar

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>>5328842
>Stay in l5r where you belong!
I’d be glad to go back to the L5R quest that’s currently running!

IF THERE WAS ONE!

…goddamnit, Wong, I’m still waiting for Chapter Two…

>>5329018
The crab dream will never come to pass. Imagine the goblins we could kill

>>5328754
>>Seek out an experienced monster hunter.

>>5329051
Imagining the face our mother-in-law would’ve had when she heard who her daughter’s first time was with… earning our father-in-law’s begrudging respect when we nail a bandit in the spine with an arrow from two hundred fifty feet away… EVERYTHING about us getting invited to Winter Court…

Lost in time, like tears in rain.

>>5328754
>>Find lore pertaining to the cult of Malar.

>>5328754
>Return to the Evergreen Hall to visit the altar.

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>>5329018
I planned out a samurai-film style quest that was inspired by Lady Snowblood, but it never panned out. I'm more of a wire fu type of person anyways. I may return to it, someday.

Anyways, voting stops here.

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Good advice is a blessing which often goes unappreciated. You, however, recognized its true value. As you will be setting out to hunt creatures of the night, it is only fitting that you defer to the wisdom of one who has made a career of dispatching such beasts. Dulnur Darkshadow, Speaker of the Town and proprietor of the Stag at Bay, is a seasoned adventurer that has achieved the status of a local celebrity according to Ilanis.

The difference between the Stag at Bay and the Dreaming Dragon is so pronounced that the two are hardly comparable. Raucous laughter, wild gambling sprees, and drinking competitions among diverse, hotheaded youths who think themselves intrepid fills the Stag from end-to-end, even at this hour of the morning. A rakish-looking swordsman breaks into song as an ongoing argument devolves into a fistfight, drawing bets from cheering spectators. The clientele here is mostly young - and by your metric, inexperienced - adventurers drunk on their latest victories.

You must shout to converse with the patrons, asking around for Dulnur. Battling your way through an unruly tide of persons at variable degrees of inebriation, you find the man seated in a booth situated in the corner of the tavern, holding a smoking pipe in his right hand as he occasionally sips from a glass of stout with the other. He sneers as you step in a shallow pool of vomit, tracking it across the floor.

This hargluk - dwarf in the surface-dweller language - is the mortal manifestation of aged bitterness. His hard features and joyless expression lend credit to the possibility that he is made of rock, exacerbated by the wrinkles in his skin that resemble fissures in stone. Bushy white hairs erupt from his skull, neatly maintained and arranged into an elaborate beard. Thinking on it, this is the first time that you've encountered someone older than yourself while in Everlund, a truth that is not easy to reconcile with.

>>5330114
Dulnur regards you with open disdain. Not even the barest attempt is made to disguise the expression of entrenched hatred permanently affixed to his face, a fact that it not lost on you. He blows a reeking cloud of bluish smoke toward your face and snorts. "Can't farruking believe it. By Tymora's tits, they really did let a drow in. Worse, she's an honest-ta-gods Zhent." The dwarf slams his fist against the table, attracting attention from some of the Stag's patrons. "Everlund's going ta shit! In ten years this place will be worse than Westgate!"

Activity in the Stag abates slightly as a small crowd gathers to listen in on the conversation, sharing excited whispers with one another. Keeping in mind the reason why you have come, you speak at Dulnur with a measured cadence, making certain to emphasize why you are here. "I am Sindiira Torani. I am hunting black-bloods, and I-"

"Aye, I know who yae are, drow. I know why yaer here, and how yae work fer Zhents, too. I know thet yae're a liar, a strumpet, and a killer. How yaer kin murder and enslave each other and come up here ta do the same ta good people some nights." He takes a sip from his stout as the rowdy mob encircling you grows steadily in size. "We used ta hang yaer ilk from the walls ta remind them that we don't tolerate yaer nonsense, until Gingey got on the council and started crying about 'barbarity.'"

'Gingey' must refer to the High Sorcerer, Amaranth, on account of his reddish-yellow hair. "Yae know what's barbaric? How yaer entire race can't stop stealing and murdering fer an entire tenday." Dulnur places his pipe in his mouth, blowing smoke from his nostrils with every word. "So which one are yae here fer on this fine morning, drow?"

The mob's mumbles continuously increase until they fully transition into a vigorous discussion. It is not as though you are in a position to dispute any of Dulner's claims. The Ilythiiri did not earn their reputation overnight, and you yourself do not have a history of pacifism and honest conduct. What's worse, any words you trade here are not between yourself and the Speaker, but with all of the Stag's patrons.

What say?
>Is there an actual reason why he hates me? I have done nothing to him.
>I simply wish to know how to deal with the black-bloods and I will leave, I swear it.
>I explain that I am an exile, and the Ilythiiri who do such deeds are no allies of mine.
>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?
>These are provocations that I will not succumb to. I stoically ignore them and request his advice.
>To the Hells with it, am going to give him a piece of my mind! He is a fat manlet, and...
>There is no reason for me to tolerate such indignity. I am leaving right this instant.

>>5330127
>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?
Banter back, and challenge him to a contest of skill and strength--who can slay the most werebeasts, perhaps?

>>5330127
>>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?

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Introducing Fortune. In the previous thread, I mentioned wanting to give some sort of meta reward. Exceptional roleplaying, insightful conversations, and successfully pulling off remarkable stunts have a chance to earn a Fortune point. When (You) vote to spend your Fortune, you may choose to either succeed one Attribute test automatically OR restore half of your Power. There is no accumulating Fortune - you either have it, or you do not. Use responsibly.

>>5330127
>>These are provocations that I will not succumb to. I stoically ignore them and request his advice.

>>5330127
>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?

Was bound to happen at some point, I'm honestly surprised it took this long to happen. That being said, an association with the Zhentarim is rather.... unwanted to say the least. Like, we did one job, and it involved doing something pretty much objectively good by the reckoning of the average person.

>>5330127
>If becoming a Zhent means having to tolerate a halfling wider than I am tall rate my art five out of ten while he tries to grab my arse, then I’d honestly would rather head back to Menzoberranzan and be flayed to death with snake-headed whips.
>(whisper) What in the Hells is a Zhent, anyways?
>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?
Remember: WWTSBD (What Would Thiala SummerBreeze Do)

>>5330360
Sorry, let me just add in something so we don’t have to get flayed.
>while he tries to grab my arse *on a daily basis,

>>5330127
>Is there an actual reason why he hates me? I have done nothing to him.
>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?
Does he hate Sindira or does he hate all Drows? Time to find out.

>>5330579
Considering everything he said earlier? I'm thinking it's the latter, unless this is some hazing ritual to get Jez's measure.

>>5330127
>[Intellect] Could there be a way for me to find common ground with this old man?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

(Intellect 12, -3 Grudge Bearer) Success on 9 or lower.

Can friendship really fix everything?

>>5331297
This song of friendship sucks

>>5331297
The dwarf is NOT a forest friend. >:(

>>5331325
He’s a dwarf, not a squirrel…

Yet.

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>>5330360
>>5330579
>>5331178
Particularly unfavorable is the situation that you now find yourself in. This sort of jeering is commonplace enough where you are from; opinions normally disallowed in public flow freely behind closed doors among 'good company.' They could clamor on and on about their unashamed loathing for you and your kin until they spat enough venom to flood all the planes, and it would still be dismissed as 'some lighthearted banter between friends.'

You shut your eyes and imagine a way that you might convince Dulnur to adopt a less belligerent attitude. Whatever the dwarf and his clique of adventurers believed you were guilty of mattered little to you. Securing his expert insight on fighting black-bloods was your objective here, and to do that, you would first have to find common ground. What would Thiala do? You swear under your breath. It is the height of folly to fall back on lessons learned from a children's novel, but it is the closest thing you have to a guide on surface-dweller diplomacy.

Raising both hands to your face with the palms facing outward - a gesture meant to demonstrate that you mean no harm - you attempt to explain your position. "I," you sigh, "am not a Zhent, hargluk. I do not know what a Zhent is. And-"

"Yeah right!" Shouts someone from the ruckus behind your back. You sustain a meaningful silence before you go on.

"And there is no bad blood between us. Never did I do anything to any of you. All I need is-"

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>>5331751
"Yae've done enough, I think," interjects the dwarf. Getting a word in with these people is nigh impossible. "In three hundred bloody years, naer have I killed a dark elf that wasn't asking fer it. I've fought yae in the mountains and in the forests, up here and in the Underdark too. Not a single good soul between any of yae. Get ye gone, drow, and don't let the door hit yer arse on the way out."

"He's right, you know!" Cries a young woman clad in polished plate.
"Yeah! Find me one good drow!" Agrees another.
"I saw what they do to people down there! Cyric's blood, it ain't right!"

It is apparent that you could attain sainthood in the most beneficent surface-dweller cult and these folk would still detest you for merely being born. Rather than agonize over this, you elect to take your leave - there is nothing for you here. You pivot in place and make for the exit at a brisk pace. The very second that you turn away, you catch sight of an object rapidly approaching you in your peripheral vision and tilt your body aside. An empty bottle flies by your face and shatters against the tavern floor.

Coolly, you step over the shards and out into the city streets.

That got you nowhere. What now?
>That encounter left a bad taste in my mouth. I will meditate until the hunt.
>In lieu of receiving practical advice, I wish to study the lore of Malar and his cult.
>I have something else in mind. [Write-in.]

Big ups to whoever first posted this image.

>>5331754
>In lieu of receiving practical advice, I wish to study the lore of Malar and his cult.

>>5331754
>That encounter left a bad taste in my mouth. I will meditate until the hunt.

>>5331754
>I have something else in mind. [Write-in.]
>Complain to Ilanis

>>5331754
>In lieu of receiving practical advice, I wish to study the lore of Malar and his cult.
>Specifically, see what Amaranth might have on the subject, and while we're at it, ask him about Dulnur and if any of his patrons might start trouble for The Dreaming Dragon.

>>5331813
Good thinking!

>>5331754
Changing/augmenting my phone-vote at >>5331764 to

>In lieu of receiving practical advice, I wish to study the lore of Malar and his cult.
>Specifically, see what Amaranth might have on the subject, and while we're at it, ask him about Dulnur and if any of his patrons might start trouble for The Dreaming Dragon.

>>5331813
Supporting

>>5331813
Yeah, that

>>5331754
>>In lieu of receiving practical advice, I wish to study the lore of Malar and his cult

>>5331754
We're off to see the wizard. I didn't expect this, but why not?

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>>5331764
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>>5332447
Arming yourself with information is not a fool's errand. You may not be able to draw from an adventurer's experience, but understanding the goals and methods of your adversaries is still an advantage that you will not be passing up. In the Underdark, it is the books of the mages which serve as repositories of lore, and the only mage you know of by name in Everlund is Amaranth Cywir. Unlike Dulnur, he seemed cordial enough when you met him. Surely a few minutes of his time would not be too much to ask?

The search for the bell which opens a portal to Amaranth's retreat takes you to the alley in which you found it prior. Rapping your knuckle against it tears apart the fabric of space, opening a window into the mage's home, through which you step. Some distance away is the High Sorcerer, his eyes fixed on a lectern upon which rests a weighty leather bound grimoire, oblivious to your presence.

With an unhurried stride, you step towards him, entering his awareness little by little, until his concentration breaks away from the text. He blinks, adjusting his posture as he looks in your direction. "Sindiira?" He clears his throat. "Do forgive me. I was memorizing my spells for today. Is there something I can do for you?" The Ar-tel-quessir's willingness to assist shocks like icy water splashing against your face after enduring Dulnur's scorching antagonism. You make a mental note to ask him about the dwarf and his choice of company after you have concluded your business here.