For this week’s play-through we are showing off the wizard. I made a wizard awhile back, that I decided to use for this play-through. He is a forest gnome wizard. He is an ex-criminal who changed his name after leaving that lifestyle to Ser Reginald III. He also came up with a pretty lengthy backstory about his family and how he was born a noble. He is almost level 3 at this point in the game and has taken on the necromancer school at level 2.
The last quest he was in, he and his dragonborn friend had finished their last round in an arena in a large town far in the north. They were given a decent lump sum of gold each and were given a small shack on the edge of town. This is their “base of operations.”
“Ser Reginald III walked along the road from their little shack they had won. “The seasons are on the edge of change,” he thought to himself as he could feel cold on the air. The little gnome continued down the road. He passed a few farms and not much else. He was looking ahead at the trees in front of him.
As he neared the forest he could hear two steps of foot steps behind him(stealth = 10. passive perception = 11). He could tell that they were trying to be quiet, but it was to no avail versus his keen ears. He mentally checked the spells he had prepared to himself, “Mage armor….Magic Missle….Ray of Sickness… hmm… Surely they do not know that I know they are there yet, tis too soon..” he thought to himself. He decides to play along for awhile. He continues walking along the path, whistling a tune his actual father taught him as a young boy.
He finally was within ranch of the trees. As he entered the tree line, he ducked around a tree and and held out his hand in preparation with 3 glowing white balls floating around his hand (he readied magic missle). Out from around the tree comes two men in dark robes. The three orbs shoot out in white streaks at the first robed man. Each bolt strikes him in the chest dropping him instantly, dealing him 14 damage.”
Roll Initiative
Acolyte = 10
Ser Reginald III = 9
The acolyte raises his hands above his head and a fire drops down on Ser Reginald’s head (failed dex save). The fire hits him square on the top of his head dealing 3 damage. Ser Reginald forms a green ball in his hand and hurls it at the acolyte who swiftly dodges it (succeeded dex save).
The acolyte calls down that radiant flame again on Ser Reginald. Again, he is too slow as it hits him in the head (failed dex save). Ser Reginald III holds his hand forward and a small beam of white energy flows from his hand leaving snow on the ground between the two and hits the man square in the abdomen (11 + 6). The Ray of Frost chills the man to the bone and deals him 6 damage.
“The acolyte lays his staff on the ground and raises his hands in surrender. “Stop.. I’m done. No more.” the robed man says. Ser Reginald III looks at the man puzzled for a moment then replies, “Why would you stop? You’re friend is dead. Would you not finish the job to avenge him?” The robed man kicks his staff towards Ser Reginald to show he means his surrender. “Let me take his body.. give ’em a nice burial..yeah?” “Why did you follow me? Who sent you?” The acolyte walks over towards his fallen comrade and props the body up against the tree. “We were not sent… we just thought you an easy target ’tis all.” he said. Ser Reginald can tell there is more to what this man is saying but cannot place a finger on it (Insight DC = 15. Roll = 9). The man shoulders his friends body and starts walking away. “Wait! You must know more! What are you not telling me?” Ser Reginald says to the man as he walks away (Insight DC = 15. Roll = 15). The man turns his head around and looks at the little gnome exasperated and worried. “Master sent us to collect your winnings.. and the deed to that shack. Something there the Master wants.. Best for you to not go back there. It will be watched.” says the robed man as he walks away carrying his friend. Ser Reginald heads back to town away from the fight, from the confusion of the mans words. “Who was this master?” he thought. As he passes by the farm that is the closest to the forest, an small bolt flies out of a window and sinks into his shoulder (roll 15 +3). Dealing 5 damage. He sees the source. A man in the window holding a crossbow, smiling about the clean hit. “
Roll Initiative
Bandit = 14
Ser Reginald III = 5
The bandit readies another bolt and fires at the little gnome (roll 14 + 3). It hits him in the chest dealing another 5 damage. Ser Reginald runs and ducks behind a bush across the road. He then points his hand above the bush. 3 white lights streak from his hand and strike the bandit right in the face. The bandit takes 10 damage and staggers back.
He loads another bolt and fires at the bush hoping for a hit. (Disadvantage 14 and 7. Roll 7 + 3) The bolt hits the ground short of the bush. Ser Reginald decides to heal up for the turn (spent 1d6 HD; back up to 7 hit points).
The bandit leans out of the window to fire his another bolt at the bush (Disadvantage 2 and 3. Roll 3 + 3). The pain in going through the man makes his arm jerk when firing. The bolt barely makes it across the road this time. Ser Reginald renewed, stands up and shoots that cold beam at the man (roll 13 + 6). The beam hits the man hanging out of the window and sends him flying into the farm house, taking 5 damage.
“Ser Reginald looks around. He doesn’t hear or see anyone else. He decides to look into the shack. He walks in and sees that the family at the farm had been killed by the sword there by the window. In the middle of the floor laid the bandit, big area of frost and snow still on his chest. He looked around the shack and saw nothing else out of place (Perception DC = 15. Roll 7 + 1). He tries to see if there is anything in the bandits pockets or armor and finds nothing there as well (Perception DC = 15. Roll 3 + 1). He grabs the small desk by the window and props it up against the shutters to keep them shut. He then shoves a table in front of the door making sure no one walks in on him. He goes into a small room on the side of the house, away from the window and door and sees a bed. He falls on the bed exhausted from the fights. Thoughts flooded his mind about the fights. How the first man surrendered and carried his friend off. About this “Master”. Who may this Master be? Why would he want me or my shack? What is in there? Or was in there? All of these thoughts and more flooded his head as he finally passed out on the bed asleep. “
The Cliched Tavern 