Lucius Cypher

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

I'll have a secret, sure. Could be fun.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

DOMIC ROCKERSTAR HATCHETMAN

Domic entered the seance with little expectations and a full much of mead. He was actually starting to feel a bit of a buzz now, and when the ghost talking started he was genuinely surprised that they were actually speaking to spirits. Domic just thought this whole thing was a hoax. This sobered him up considerably, and he made it clear that he wasn't here for any trouble. He just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. He let the others speak, not really having much to ask, mostly because in his inebriated mind the entire seance went faster than his mind could process. By the time he finished his mead, the ghost was gone.

"All things considered, that went pretty well. Would've been up shit creek if that ghost was raring for a fight. Pretty sure mortal steel does nothing to them incorporeal types." At least, so the stories go. Domic's never encountered ghosts but he's heard plenty of takes of folks who have, trying to slay them with a mundane sword only for the blade to pass through them harmlessly. Then the slaughter happens. It makes Domic try to remember to at some point, either find a magic axe or make his current axe magical. "I wonder if silver also works?"

Either way with the seance done, Domic leaves the backroom and joins everyone else in the common hall. Everyone else seemed to be drinking, and Domic certainly could use more of that. As he staggered out of the room he noted Dullin and waltzed up to her. "Hey... You. Dullin, right? Sorry, a bit buzzed right now so logic eludes me at the moment... You're a wizard, right? Think you can enchant my axe?"

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Yeah I got like, 2 gold to my name. I really need this job.

Conquest of Caldaria

"Certainly. Sounds like you would like a full bow. I think I have one suitable for you." Yurt went to the back of his shop and brought out a fairly nice looking bow. It was a darken brown, with a white rawhide string. There were etchings in the wood that not only looked ornamental, but also served a different purpose: they helped the bow flex for the draw without compromising too much for it's durability. "Been holding onto this for a few months now. Client brought one for his daughter, but I haven't seen them since the commission, nor have I received my payment. So I'm willing to sell this to you just to get rid of it. As for leather breastplate, hmm... I don't normally sell armor for women, so I don't have any. However, I do believe I have some for younger men. It ought to be roughly the same fit. That will be an extra 25 denarius."

Frozen Darkness

In the dark metros, it's not unusual for the infrastructure to give way and collapse seemingly at random. It wasn't as if anyone was going out of their way to ensure the structural integrity of these cement walls after years of relentless ice and snow. So for any experienced wandering, they should know the signs of collapsing walls. And Cat could tell that the explosion that rocked the drug store had suddenly turned the area into a danger zone. The walls were cracked, ice and water dripped from the ceiling. Another explosion like that would bring down the entire tunnel. And even now, this place might collapse anywhere between a few days to a few minutes. Cat needed to get out of here, fast.

Donny was just a few feet behind her, staggering. He made the rookie mistake of not covering up his ears or making sure his body was ready to adjust to the sudden shift in air pressure. Despite going only at a relatively mild jog, his head was suffering from some major ringing and his body felt like a mutant just smashed his chest. He was out of breath and feeling suddenly exhausted. When Cat went to him Donny tried to gather his breath but suddenly drew his pistol. He aimed it past Cat at something shambling down the hall. The movements were all too familiar: a ghoul. Brain-dead and partially frozen. Surely it couldn't have just arrived in this state, no so soon after the explosion. It must've been a lone wanderer. Or worse. A scout.

There were another tunnel to the left the duo could go down, leading deeper into the underground metro. Unknown to the duo, and the ice seemed undisturbed. Could be that no one else has been here in a while. Or, it's possible the ice has covered the trail of anyone who has been here. The existence of the ghoul shambler certainly showed that this area was not completely uninhabited, for better or for worse. "Gotta go. Kill or go?" Donny said between heavy breaths.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Oof, that would've been bad. Pretty sure ghosts are immune to nonmagical weapons, so nothing Domic could've done to help cept like, throw candles at em or something.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Cheesus, negative two?

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Psha, this cheap booze ain't nothing to Domic, plus that was just a nice way of saying "I don't really care about what we're doing, so go ahead and just talk."

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Got a pretty solid 17! Domic will try to treat the ghost with civility, making it clear I'm just here to listen to what she wants to say.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

DOMIC ROCKERSTAR HATCHETMAN

Domic enters, still angry, but trying his best not to lash out at anyone. He downs his booze and tries to redirect his focus on something else. Apparently, everyone was going to a seance or something? Talking to ghosts. Domic put no stock in such things, at least not from some halfling in a tavern, but it was better than stewing in his own madness. So Domic finishes his drink, as well as any other unattended mugs, and will attend this ghost meeting.