Verkauft:
1x Light Crossbow (Neupreis 25gp) +12,5gp
1x Hunting Trap(Neupreis 5gp) +2,5gp
Kauft:
1x Battleaxe -10gp
1x Flute -2gp

Teilnehmer:
(1) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Barbarian lvl1 - Emerald Enclave
(2) Wobs - Sizzlenut Goldbender - Gnome - Artificer 2
(3) Folk2K - Caym - Tiefling - Sorcerer3- none
(2) MalteS - Somi Briar - Aarakocra - Monk - 2 -none
(1) Tea007 - Sarena Shadowcat - Human - Rogue - 1
(4) C0ldW0lf - Theodore Isaac McAllister - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Paladin 4 - Lord's Alliance

Loot:
1x Scroll of Comprehend Language
1x Potion of Healing

Immovabal Rod
Rod, uncommon

This flat iron rod has a button on one end. You can use an action to press the button, which causes the rod to become magically fixed in place. Until you or another creature uses an action to push the button again, the rod doesn't move, even if it is defying gravity.
The rod can hold up to 8,000 pounds of weight. More weight causes the rod to deactivate and fall.
A creature can use an action to make a DC 30 Strength check, moving the fixed rod up to 10 feet on a success.

This item can be found in the Dungeon Master’s Guide.

+1 lvl Path of the Beast Babarian

Teilnehmer:
(2) Manfred Hase - Varg - Half-Elf - Rogue1 / Barbarian 1
(4) Amiyano -Sanric Sunny Summercloak - Life Cleric Level 4 - none
(1) Twii - Aaron - Human variant - Bard 1 - none
(1) Maluku Seito - Mina - Aasimar - Peace Cleric 1 - OotG
(3) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Barbarian lvl3 - Emerald Enclave
(1) Yell0w - Dewdrop Rock - Fairy - Paladin 1 - Lords’ Alliance

Arbeitsaufträge

Aufgabe 1: Entfernt die Bestie. 50gp. Eine große Bestie hat sich im Keller eingenistet! Dies stellt ein Arbeitsrisiko für alle dar, die bei der Restaurierung dieser Einrichtung helfen. Es muss sofort entfernt werden, zusammen mit allen anderen Gefahren, die dort unten lauern. Handelt schnell, denn jeder Tag, den wir warten, ist ein weiterer Tag, an dem die Travestie zuschlagen kann!
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Aufgabe #2: Findet den Focal Gem. 45gp. Der arkane Schild, der diese Bastion verdunkelt und schützt, ist verschwunden. Ohne diesen wichtigen Ausrüstungsgegenstand sind alle Reparaturen zwecklos. Er wurde zuletzt in seiner Halterung oben auf dem Gebäude gesehen. Derzeitiger Verbleib unbekannt. Dies ist ein unersetzliches Bauteil.
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Aufgabe #3: Reaktiviert den Kurator. 50gp. Obwohl das als Rustplug bekannte Konstrukt den größten Teil der Anlage und die Anlage selbst seit ihrer Erschaffung säubert, wurde die tägliche Verwaltung wichtiger Angelegenheiten immer von einer anspruchsvolleren Kreation, dem Kurator, übernommen. Dieser Automat liegt derzeit kaputt in seiner Kammer und muss dringend repariert werden. Es werden erfahrene Techniker benötigt, um ihn wieder in Gang zu bringen, damit er dazu beitragen kann, diesen Ort wieder zum Laufen zu bringen und vielleicht Fragen über seine Vergangenheit zu beantworten.
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Aufgabe #4: Starten Sie den Reaktor wieder. 45gp. Dieses Wunderwerk von einem Gebäude wird vollständig von einem arkanen Generator betrieben, zumindest war das die Absicht. Jetzt müssen wir manuell Lampen und Fackeln anzünden und mühsam verschiedene Teile des Bauwerks aktivieren. Um die Bastion wieder in vollem Umfang nutzen zu können, muss der ursprüngliche Reaktor betriebsbereit sein. Ich brauche fähige Leute, die in den Reaktorraum eindringen, herausfinden, was los ist, und ihn in Gang bringen. Das ist sehr wichtig!
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Aufgabe #5: Repariere das Gebäude 50gp. Die Außenhülle der Bastion ist im Laufe der Jahrhunderte stark beschädigt worden. Ein vollständiger Wiederaufbau wird Monate, wenn nicht Jahre dauern. In der Zwischenzeit kann ich mich mit einigen wichtigen Reparaturen begnügen, die das Wetter und neugierige Viecher fernhalten. Starke Leute werden benötigt, um geeignete Materialien zu sammeln und sie zurückzubringen, um sie an den wichtigsten Stellen anzubringen. Es ist eine anstrengende Arbeit, aber sie wird gut bezahlt.

Die Macht des Sterns entfesselt sich auf die Planeten in seiner Reichweite. Am weitesten von seiner Wut entfernt liegt der größte mit dem dunkelsten Himmel Am dichtesten an seinen Zorn gekuschelt der kleinste nimmt den kürzesten Weg

Loot:
1x Potion of Healing

Veteran´s Cane
Wondrous item, common

This walking cane is built at a slight curve. It has a handle made of carved boar tusk and the hidden blade is etched in ancient Sylvan script that reads, “To light your darkest hour”.

When you grasp this walking cane and use a bonus action to speak the command word, it transforms into an ordinary longsword and ceases to be magical.

Beacon. The bearer can use a bonus action to cause the item to shed bright light in a 10-foot radius and dim light for an additional 10 feet, or to extinguish the light

Teilnehmer:
(4) Amiyano -Sanric Sunny Summercloak - Life Cleric Level 4 - none
(1) Twii - Aaron - Human variant - Bard 1 - none
(1) Maluku Seito - Mina - Aasimar - Peace Cleric 1 - OotG
(3) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Barbarian lvl3 - Emerald Enclave
(1) Yell0w - Dewdrop Rock - Fairy - Paladin 1 - Lords’ Alliance
(1) C0ldW0lf - Stephano Gonzales - Fairy - Bard 1 - none

Arbeitsaufträge

Aufgabe 1*: Entfernt die Bestie. 50gp. Eine große Bestie hat sich im Keller eingenistet! Dies stellt ein Arbeitsrisiko für alle dar, die bei der Restaurierung dieser Einrichtung helfen. Es muss sofort entfernt werden, zusammen mit allen anderen Gefahren, die dort unten lauern. Handelt schnell, denn jeder Tag, den wir warten, ist ein weiterer Tag, an dem die Travestie zuschlagen kann!
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Aufgabe #2: Findet den Focal Gem. 45gp. Der arkane Schild, der diese Bastion verdunkelt und schützt, ist verschwunden. Ohne diesen wichtigen Ausrüstungsgegenstand sind alle Reparaturen zwecklos. Er wurde zuletzt in seiner Halterung oben auf dem Gebäude gesehen. Derzeitiger Verbleib unbekannt. Dies ist ein unersetzliches Bauteil.
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Aufgabe #3: Reaktiviert den Kurator. 50gp. Obwohl das als Rustplug bekannte Konstrukt den größten Teil der Anlage und die Anlage selbst seit ihrer Erschaffung säubert, wurde die tägliche Verwaltung wichtiger Angelegenheiten immer von einer anspruchsvolleren Kreation, dem Kurator, übernommen. Dieser Automat liegt derzeit kaputt in seiner Kammer und muss dringend repariert werden. Es werden erfahrene Techniker benötigt, um ihn wieder in Gang zu bringen, damit er dazu beitragen kann, diesen Ort wieder zum Laufen zu bringen und vielleicht Fragen über seine Vergangenheit zu beantworten.
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Aufgabe #4*: Starten Sie den Reaktor wieder. 45gp. Dieses Wunderwerk von einem Gebäude wird vollständig von einem arkanen Generator betrieben, zumindest war das die Absicht. Jetzt müssen wir manuell Lampen und Fackeln anzünden und mühsam verschiedene Teile des Bauwerks aktivieren. Um die Bastion wieder in vollem Umfang nutzen zu können, muss der ursprüngliche Reaktor betriebsbereit sein. Ich brauche fähige Leute, die in den Reaktorraum eindringen, herausfinden, was los ist, und ihn in Gang bringen. Das ist sehr wichtig!
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Aufgabe #5: Repariere das Gebäude 50gp. Die Außenhülle der Bastion ist im Laufe der Jahrhunderte stark beschädigt worden. Ein vollständiger Wiederaufbau wird Monate, wenn nicht Jahre dauern. In der Zwischenzeit kann ich mich mit einigen wichtigen Reparaturen begnügen, die das Wetter und neugierige Viecher fernhalten. Starke Leute werden benötigt, um geeignete Materialien zu sammeln und sie zurückzubringen, um sie an den wichtigsten Stellen anzubringen. Es ist eine anstrengende Arbeit, aber sie wird gut bezahlt.

Loot:
Holzmünze mit dem eingravierten Phönix-Emblem der Bastion

Teilnehmer:
(2) Manfred Hase - Varg - Half-Elf - Rogue1 / Barbarian 1
(4) C0ldW0lf - Stephano Gonzales - Fairy - Bard 2/Warlock 2 - none
(1) Maluku Seito - Mina - Aasimar - Peace Cleric 1 - OotG
(4) Amiyano -Sanric Sunny Summercloak - Life Cleric Level 4 - none
(4)Ariukatzi020 - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Path of the Beast Barbarianlvl 4 -Emerald Enclave

Guttri
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Fluff Loot:
Fell von einem Displacer Beast
Kauen und Zähne wie auch Tentakeln von einen Dispacer Beast.
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1x Spell Scroll of Comprehend Languages verbrauchen
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Gesehen Adult Kruthik, Displacer Beast, Slaad Skelet
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Hinweise
Elient 18, Jahr 65
21. Elient in der Stadt bleiben und zwei Tage später ein Treffen mit "RB" stattfinden soll, um zu bezahlen.
Die feine Tinte und der Federkiel sind noch lebendig und brauchbar.
Kinder treffen sich an den Docks, Exkursion zur westlichen Insel Talam'thiar, Elient 10, Jahr 65
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Missing
Meine Tochter Caroline ist verschwunden. Sie wurde zuletzt in einem blauen Kleid gesehen und trug ein Haricomb in Form einer Erdbeere.
Wenn Sie sie sehen, kommen Sie bitte zu mir in die Schreinerei.
Jacob Mudwick
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alte Schnorchelausrüstung
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Die Insel ist verflucht, wir hätten uns nicht in die Angelegenheiten der Natur einmischen sollen. Rotbrook sei verdammt, und Wo ist Hopeblossom jetzt?
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Er hat die Piratencrew vor 75 Jahren zum letzten Mal gesehen.
Sie waren in der Hauptstadt der westlichen Insel, Nax Falorn, um Waren zu verkaufen.

Loot:
1x Potion of Healing
1x Potion of Water Breathing

TALKING DOLL

Wondrous item, common (requires attunement)

This gingham doll is shaped like a rabbit with long soft ears and a button for a nose. Its mouth is stitched straight in not quite a smile and not quite a frown. The eyes are black glass and stare expressionlessly.

While this stuffed doll is within 5 feet of you, you can spend a short rest telling it to say up to six phrases, none of which can be more than six words long and set a condition under which the doll speaks each phrase. You can also replace old phrases with new ones. Whatever the condition, it must occur within 5 feet of the doll to make it speak. For example, whenever someone picks up the doll, it might say, "I want a piece of candy." The doll's phrases are lost when your attunement to the doll ends.

Reek. The item consistently smells like sulfur. Nothing the bearer can do, including magically, will ever get rid of the stench.
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Teilnehmer:
(4) happy - Adric - High-Elf - Wizard(Order of Scribes) 4 - none
(3) Raimundo_O - Shi'ndiira Despana - Drow - Rogue 3 - Harpers
(4)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Werwolf/ Elven Desendens) - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 4 - Emerald Enclave
(4) Folk2K - Jorrick - Rockgnome - Arficier4 -OotG
(2) DesertRanger - Neros - Half-Elf - Ranger 2 - none
(1) sakurabay - Feawen Theimiris - Eladrin - wizard 1 - none

Nax Falorn, Talam’thiar

Gefundene Sachen:
5 Hängematten je 1gp
1 Halskette, die wie ein vierblättriges Kleeblatt aussieht (1 gp).
1 The brass hook is worth 5 gp.
Between the instruments on the desks a full set of alchemy supplies (50 gp) can be made
Among the well-preserved pinecones is a gilded one worth 10 gp.
An oddly-shaped, double-pronged crowbar (2 gp) hangs on the wall near the door

Umgewandelt zu Gp

Informationen:

The book owners name was Alys Maddock
She lived at and operated this lighthouse, as recent as 60 years ago.
It illustrates a glum boring life she lived at the lighthouse.
It mentions a crush she had on the captain of a sailing ship that regularly frequented the port. He however did not return her affection.
It also details a meetings with a friendly woman that would stop by to sell her pecan pies. Her name was Hollybee de Wick.
During one meeting with Hollybee, she confessed her love for the sailor that did not feel the same way.
Upon her next meeting with the woman, she was presented with a solution. She was given two enchanted sewing pins. One of these pins would allow her to change her appearance at will for an hour a day. She was to use it every time the sailor was in port. When he finally began desiring her, she was to use the other pin to enchant him so he would succumb to her wishes without further delay. She jumped at the chance and took the gift eagerly. In exchange Alys was to share rumors she heard from sailors as they came to the port.
An entry a few days later reports that the gift came with a dark consequence. For the disguise to work she had to rub a few fresh drops of blood on her to activate it, it could not be her blood. She was hurt at the secret clause and decided never to use the gift. Hollybee never came around again after that visit.
After that significant event most of the other entries dictate a life lived in solitude and loneliness.
Near the end of the book, a new man has entered her life and there are mentions of him taking her sailing which she had never done before. The entries become heartfelt and then abruptly stop with no more entries in the book beyond that.

Valmoira Hopeblossom, architect of the land
parchment is a spell scroll of Leomund’s tiny hut. Each tome is worth 25 gp.

Loot:
Trinket: Kostüm (eurer Wahl) 5gp

Spellwrought Tattoo
wondrous item (tattoo) ,charm person

Masquerade Tattoo
wondrous item (tattoo), common (requires attunement)

Produced by a special needle, this magic tattoo appears on your body as whatever you desire.

Tattoo Attunement.
To attune to this item, you hold the needle to your skin where you want the tattoo to appear, pressing the needle there throughout the attunement process. When the attunement is complete, the needle turns into the ink that becomes the tattoo, which appears on the skin.

If your attunement to the tattoo ends, the tattoo vanishes, and the needle reappears in your space.

Fluid Ink.
As a bonus action, you can shape the tattoo into any color or pattern and move it to any area of your skin. Whatever form it takes, it is always obviously a tattoo. It can range in size from no smaller than a copper piece to an intricate work of art that covers all your skin.

Disguise Self.
As an action, you can use the tattoo to cast the disguise self spell (DC 13 to discern the disguise). Once the spell is cast from the tattoo, it can't be cast from the tattoo again until the next dawn.

Cloak of Protection
Wondrous item, uncommon (requires attunement)

You gain a +1 bonus to AC and Saving Throws while you wear this cloak.

displays complex magical geometry, and alchemical symbols. It is a deep blue that gets lighter as the fabric nears the neck. It is outlined in black trim.

Teilnehmer:
(4) Raimundo_O - Shi'ndiira Despana - Drow - Rogue 4 - Harpers
(4)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Werwolf/ Elven Desendens) - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 4 - Emerald Enclave
(3) DesertRanger - Neros - Half-Elf - Ranger 3 - none
(4) Folk2K - Jorrick - Rockgnome - Arficier4 -OotG
sakurabay - Feawen Theimiris - Eladrin - wizard 3 - none
(4) happy - Adric - High-Elf - Wizard(Order of Scribes)4 - none

Order des Phoenix
Leidvargs gesehn

Loot:
1x Potion of Greater Healing

Bracers of Archery
wondrous item, uncommon (requires attunement), , major tier

While wearing these bracers, you have proficiency with the longbow and shortbow, and you gain a +2 bonus to damage rolls on ranged attacks made with such weapons.

Staff of Birdcalls
staff, weapon, common, simple weapon, melee weapon

This wooden staff is decorated with bird carvings. It has 10 charges. While holding it, you can use an action to expend 1 charge from the staff and cause it to create one of the following sounds out to a range of 60 feet: a finch's chirp, a raven's caw, a duck's quack, a chicken's cluck, a goose's honk, a loon's call, a turkey's gobble, a seagull's cry, an owl's hoot, or an eagle's shriek.

The staff regains 1d6 + 4 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the staff explodes in a harmless cloud of bird feathers and is lost forever.

Versatile.
This weapon can be used with one or two hands. A damage value in parentheses appears with the property—the damage when the weapon is used with two hands to make a melee attack.

Lvl 5 Item Chose:
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Wrath (Battleaxe +1)
Weapon, uncommon, Martial weapon, melee weapon

You have a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon.

Versatile. This weapon can be used with one or two hands. A damage value in parentheses appears with the property—the damage when the weapon is used with two hands to make a melee attack.

+1 lvl Path of the Beast Barbarian

+1 lvl in Path of the Beast Barbarian

Umbau:

Costomizing your Origin:

Race: TCL(Werwolf/ Elven Desendens)------->> Shifter - Longtooth
Source: Ability +2--------------------------------->> Ability one +2, one +1
Chose: Str +2-------------------------------------->> Chose: Str +2, Con + 1
Feat.: Dual Wielder------------------------------->> fällt weg
Variabl Trait:--------------------------------------->> Bestial Instincts: Acrobatics
Variabl Trait: Darkvision------------------------->> Shifter: Darkvision
Languages: Commen, Elvish-------------------->> Bleibt
Ability Score Point ´Buy:------------------------>> Ability Score Point ´Buy:
St 14 Dex 14, Con 14, Int 9, Wis 13, Cha 8--->> St 15 Dex 14, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 8
Lvl 4 :
Chose: Slasher +1 Str

Trade with https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/87768 Neve

Teilnehmer:
1. (5) thebaconing - Doctor Kong - Hadozee - Cleric 5
2. (5) Folk2K - Guttrr - Halbork - Babar5 - 60 ft (Darkvision Halbork)
3. (6)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 6 - EE
4. (8) Raimundo_O- Perry Rumbledice- Halfling - Bard 6 -Wizard 2 - Harpers
5. (6) DesertRanger - Kuros - Kenku - Rogue 6

Ihr seid auf dem Weg nach Neverwinter für einen Auftrag, wahrscheinlich geht’s ins Kalte. Euer Trupp ist noch nicht lang gemeinsam unterwegs, daher seid ihr erfreut über die Möglichkeit, euch am abendlichen Lagerfeuer etwas näher kennenzulernen und sich auf die jeweiligen Stärken & Eigenheiten der Kameraden einzustellen.

Loot: 1000gp
1x Potion of Growth

Astromancy Archive

Wondrous item, rare (requires attunement by a wizard)

3 lb.

This brass disc of articulated, concentric rings unfolds into an armillary sphere. As a bonus action, you can unfold it into the sphere or back into a disc. When found, it contains the following spells, which are wizard spells for you while you are attuned to it: augury, divination, find the path, foresight, locate creature, and locate object. It functions as a spellbook for you, with spells encoded on the rings.

While you are holding the archive, you can use it as a spellcasting focus for your wizard spells.

The archive has 3 charges, and it regains 1d3 expended charges daily at dawn. You can use the charges in the following ways while holding it:

If you spend 1 minute studying the archive, you can expend 1 charge to replace one of your prepared wizard spells with a different spell in the archive. The new spell must be of the divination school.
When a creature you can see within 30 feet of you makes an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw, you can use your reaction to expend 1 charge and force the creature to roll a d4 and apply the number rolled as a bonus or penalty (your choice) to the original roll. You can do this after you see the roll but before its effects are applied.

Minor Property: Harmonious

Attuning to this item takes only 1 minute.

• 1 lvl Path of the Beast Barbarian = lvl 7 hat Spacewale gesehn

Tradet with https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/86908/trade_log_entries/1040216 Arinya

Teilnehmer:
(7) TimoL - Niamh Fortescue - Aasimar - Paladin 2 / Warlock 5 - Harper
(7)Sofgam - Oriana Taran - Tiefling - Socerer 7 - none
(5) Ineverexist - Auron Stormbound - Aaracokra - Ranger Gloomstalker 5
(7)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 7 - EE
(7) happy - Ryld - Variant Human - Monk (Way of Astral Self) 7 - none

Loot: 30gp
1x Potion of Invulnerability
1x Potion of Superior Healing

Shield +1
Armor (shield), uncommon

While holding this shield, you have a +1 bonus to AC. This bonus is in addition to the shield's normal bonus to AC.

• 1 lvl Beast Barbarian Apl Chose: Skill Expert +1 Con Skill Prof: Stealth Expertis: Athletics

Tradet with Fenree https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/90828/trade_log_entries/1055906

Teilnehmer:
(10) Jannis D. - Sir Taki - Human - Bard 10
(5) happy Kein - Bugbear - Rogue (Assassin) 3 / Warlock (Marid Genie) 2 - none
(7) Frederic T. - Reed - Human - Barbarian6/Fighter 1
(8) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 8 - EE
(5) Lamianyu (Alina) - Merla Spitzfuß - Halfling (Burly) - Fighter 5 - none
Sofgam - Ember- Fire Genasi- Hexblade Warlock lv8- none

Informationen:
Meriele Tor’Erhyl will infos zu einer Mine die einen Geheimgang an die Oberfläche zu geben soll ohen ihr Haus zu infolfieren.
House Claddatar Minor Hows hat einen Zugang zur Miene. Fourthblade Nolkath Claddatar
Clan Moontunnel wollen die Diamanten haben, aber keinen Zugang bekommen
Miven Nishe’arth
Deepaxe Delvers House Vith’tyl sagt das es eine Passage gibt aber die letzte Party nicht zurück gekommen ist.

Loot: 500gp
1x potion of superior healing
1x oil of slipperiness

Story Award: Knowledge of House Tor’Erhyl. You have gained some insight or secret of a drow house. Other houses of the Zethlentyn Protectorate may find this valuable. This award has no immediate mechanical effect.

Story Award: Drawn to the Wheel. You have received a vision of a great magic item at the bottom of the Axcelon mine. You sense that it is a powerful weapon. This award has no immediate mechanical effect.

Moon-touched Rapier of the Dark Tongue
Weapon (rapier), common

In darkness, the unsheathed blade of this sword sheds moonlight, creating bright light in a 15-foot radius and dim light for an additional 15 feet. The bearer of this weapon can speak and understand Undercommon.

Wand of Web
Wand, uncommon (requires attunement by a Spellcaster)

This wand has 7 charges. While holding it, you can use an action to expend 1 of its charges to cast the web spell (save DC 15) from it.

The wand regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand's last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed.

+1 lvl Beast Barbarian

Teilnehmer:
(6) Madlech - Claw - Shifter - Bear Totem Barbarian
(6) PetKola - Sinvallas Faeoldur - High-Elf - Wizard (Abjuration) 6
(9) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 9
(5) Flammenklinge-Lilly-Fairy-Hexenmeister-Archfey - (2) - Schadow - sorcerrer- (3)
(7) happy - Lord Baros - Halfling (Lightfoot) - Rogue (Inquisitive) 7

Info:
Notiz des Wächters
Meine Kraft schwindet von Tag zu Tag und ich spüre das Gewicht des Alters und der Einsamkeit schwer auf meinen Schultern.

War das Verbergen des Portals mein Leben wert? Mein Zirkel hat mir versichert, es gebe nichts edleres, aber hatten sie recht oder wussten überhaupt irgend etwas wahres über die Stadt?

In all den Jahrhunderten des Wachens habe ich nicht den Hauch eines Versuchs gespürt, das Portal von der anderen Seite zu aktivieren. Das heißt, entweder können sie es nicht, wissen nicht, dass es verschlossen ist, oder das Atemlose Konzil hat befohlen, es geschlossen zu halten.

Wie dem auch sei, wenn ich nicht mehr bin, dann wird dieser Ort endgültig vergessen sein und der Zahn der Zeit wird sein übriges tun.

Verdammte ewige Kälte, ich bin so hungrig nach Wärme, nach Leben und bin doch gezwungen, hier allein im Eis zu verrecken!

Gedicht
In der Stunde wenn der Tod sich naht
geh an diesen Ort und
schiebe die Abrechnung auf
und genieße die lange Gesellschaft
der Stadt.

Loot: 600 gp
1x Potion of Hill Giant Strength
1x Potion of Cold Resistance
1x Spell Scroll: Plant Growth

Wand of Fireballs
Wand, rare (requires attunement by a spellcaster) 1 lb.

This wand has 7 charges. While holding it, you can use an action to expend 1 or more of its charges to cast the fireball spell (save DC 15) from it. For 1 charge, you cast the 3rd-level version of the spell. You can increase the spell slot level by one for each additional charge you expend.

The wand regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand's last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed.

Minor Property: Illusion

The item is imbued with illusion magic, allowing its bearer to alter the item's appearance in minor ways. Such alterations don't change how the item is worn, carried, or wielded, and they have no effect on its other magical properties. For example, the wearer could make a red robe appear blue, or make a gold ring look like it's made of ivory. The item reverts to its true appearance when no one is carrying or wearing it.

Rope of Mending
Wondrous item, common

You can cut this 50-foot coil of hempen rope into any number of smaller pieces, and then use an action to speak a command word and cause the pieces to knit back together. The pieces must be in contact with each other and not otherwise in use. A rope of mending is forever shortened if a section of it is lost or destroyed.

Minor Property: Wicked

When the bearer is presented with an opportunity to act in a selfish or malevolent way, the item heightens the bearer's urge to do so.

+1 lvl Path of the Beast Barbarian
Primal Knowledge: Inimidation

Tradet with https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/86908/trade_log_entries/1091068 Arinya

Insignia of Claws
Wondrous item, uncommon

The jewels in the insignia of the Cult of the Dragon flare with purple light when you enter combat, empowering your natural fists or natural weapons.

While wearing the insignia you gain a +1 bonus to the attack rolls and the damage rolls you make with unarmed strikes and natural weapons. Such attacks are considered to be magical.

Teilnehmer:
(10) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 10
(10) - Eklan - Enwin Nassavea - High Elf - Conjuration Wizard 10
(8) Stephan - Zylak - High Elf - Evocation Wizard 8
(8) PetKola - Sinvallas Faeoldur - High-Elf - Artificer 1 / Wizard (Abjuration) 7
(7) Christian K. - Eddy - Bugbear - Warlock1/Rogue1/Bard5

Loot: 600gp
1x Potion of Fire Resistance

Instrument of Scribing
Wondrous item, Instrument, common (requires attunement)

This musical instrument has 3 charges. While you are playing it, you can use an action to expend 1 charge from the instrument and write a magical message on a nonmagical object or surface that you can see within 30 feet of you.

The message can be up to six words long and is written in a language you know.

If you are a bard, you can scribe an additional seven words and choose to make the message glow faintly, allowing it to be seen in nonmagical darkness.

Casting dispel magic on the message erases it. Otherwise, the message fades away after 24 hours.

The instrument regains all expended charges daily at dawn.

If you have proficiency with a given musical instrument, you can add your proficiency bonus to any ability checks you make to play music with the instrument. A bard can use a musical instrument as a spellcasting focus. Each type of musical instrument requires a separate proficiency.

Proficiency with a musical instrument indicates you are familiar with the techniques used to play it. You also have knowledge of some songs commonly performed with that instrument.
History.

Your expertise aids you in recalling lore related to your instrument.
Performance.

Your ability to put on a good show is improved when you incorporate an instrument into your act.
Compose a Tune.

As part of a long rest, you can compose a new tune and lyrics for your instrument. You might use this ability to impress a noble or spread scandalous rumors with a catchy tune.

Musical InstrumentActivity DC
Identify a tune 10
Improvise a tune 20

Minor Property: Strange Material

The item was created from a material that is bizarre given its purpose. Its durability is unaffected.

• Dieses Instrument scheint aus den Flammen der Höllen selbst gewirkt worden zu sein und wirkt stets warm auf den Spieler, klamme Finger sind mit dieser Guitarre Vergangenheit!

Quarterstaff +2
Weapon, rare

You have a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon.
Versatile:

This weapon can be used with one or two hands. A damage value in parentheses appears with the property—the damage when the weapon is used with two hands to make a melee attack.

Minor Property: Unbreakable

The item can't be broken. Special means must be used to destroy it.

-200 gp an zwei Firegiants gegeben für ne fette Platte wegmachen.
gekauft:
1x Leatherworker's Tools -5gp

AFA-02 Story Award: I like Your Dog

In den Tiefen der Stadt hast du die Aufmerksamkeit dieser Kreatur (Gray Render) auf dich gezogen, und nun will sie mit dir reisen und dich beschützen.

Wahrscheinlich wirst du Probleme haben, dass sie auf dich hört und eventuell bekommst du durch sie auch andere Scherereien.

Solltest du in einem Adv. mitspielen, wo mehrere Charaktere diesen Award haben, so ist nur ein Gray Render erlaubt.

-KEIN AL-legaler Award, außerhalb der DCs von mir nicht zulässig!

Ember Claw

Size: 175 (medium)
Weigth: 30kg
Eyes: Giftgrün Wolfartig
Hair: Rotbraun
Skin/Fell: leicht bräunlich/ Rotbraun-Weiß

Costomizing your Origin:

Race: Tasha´s Custom Lineage (Werwolf/ Elven Desendens)
Source: Ability +2
Chose: Str +2
Feat.: Dual Wielder
Variabl Trait: Darkvision
Languages: Commen, Elvish
Ability Score Point ´Buy:
St 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 9, Wis 13, Cha 8

Class: Barbarian

Skill Proficiencies: Animal Handling, Perception

Background: Child of the Wild (Outlander)

Skill Proficiencies: Athletics, Survival
Tool Proficiencies: Leatherworker's Tools
(Prof Swop: Pan Flute to Leatherworker's Tools)
Language Proficiencies: Sylvan (PHB)
Feat: Tough
Equipment from Background* (Outlander)*:
Staff, Hunting Trap, Trophy from an Animal You Killed, Traveler's Clothes, Belt Pouch

Biography

Ember Claw
The Lythari Who Burned, the Beast Who Survived, the Girl Who Remains

She remembered the forest as if it were a fading dream: silver leaves that chimed in the breeze like distant bells, moss that glowed faintly in the moonlight, and wolves whose paws made no sound when they ran across the soft earth. It was a memory coated in warmth and peace, yet whenever she tried to reach for it, it slipped through her fingers like water. Ember—though she had not been Ember then—had grown beneath ancient boughs as part of a small Lythari clan that lived so seamlessly with the forest that outsiders often mistook them for spirits rather than people. She had run with wolves long before she understood language, shifting between her Elven skin and her wolf skin with the kind of instinctive ease that only true shapeshifters possessed. In those days her fur had been pale silver, her eyes frost-blue in wolf form and bright forest-green when she stood on two feet. She recalled laughter, the kind that made her chest ache now because she could not remember who it belonged to. She recalled songs sung softly in a language of rivers and wind. She recalled hands—gentle ones—braiding her hair as she curled half-wolf in someone’s lap. These memories were ghosts, fragile and flickering, but they were hers, and she clung to them as tightly as she clung to breath.

The night the Red Wizards came, the forest changed. She often wondered if the trees had tried to warn them. Sometimes she believed she could still hear their whispers, frantic and fearful, echoing across the years. She had been small then, not yet fully grown, and her clan had been preparing for a celebration—a moon-blessing, she thought, though the details were lost. She remembered joy. Lanterns shaped from hollowed crystal fruits hung from branches. Wolves lounged lazily in the clearing. Someone had been singing. Then, as if the world inhaled and held its breath, the song cut off.

Light pierced the forest—unnatural light, red and violent, like a wound torn across the sky. The air crackled with magic. Leaves burst into flame without ever touching a spark. Wolves howled in instinctive terror, and the Elders shouted for the young to run. She remembered shifting mid-breath, silver fur exploding across her skin. She remembered the scent of burning bark and scorched moss.

And then she remembered chains.

It was always the chains she remembered most clearly. They slammed around her limbs with mechanical precision, heavy and cold even as the world burned around her. She fought—Gods, she fought—but her paws slipped on singed leaves, and something struck her from behind. Pain flared. Her legs collapsed. She tried to rise, but hands wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the ground. Faces leaned over her—pale, tattooed, merciless. She heard words spoken in a harsh, rhythmic tongue, felt a net of shimmering red magic fall across her body like a sheet of ice, and then someone muttered, “This one will be useful.”

After that came darkness, and in that darkness came years.

Time did not exist in the place they kept her. Days and nights bled together into a blur of stone walls and the stink of metal and alchemical smoke. She did not know where the facility was—only that it was far from the forest, far from any sky she recognized, and far from anyone who would save her. At first, she fought. They kept her in wolf form, Elf form, something in between—whatever suited their experiments. They cut into her regenerative abilities with cold fascination, burning her limbs, scalding her skin, injecting her with toxins that made her vision swirl and her heartbeat stagger. They forced her to shift repeatedly, even when her bones felt like glass ready to shatter. She learned quickly that screaming only encouraged them, and so she learned silence.

Silence, however, did not mean surrender.

Her regeneration held strong in the beginning. The burns healed. The acids scarred then smoothed over. Her body resisted with the stubborn resilience of Lythari blood. But the wizards were patient. They catalogued every change, every twitch, every time she resisted. They escalated their methods with clinical detachment. The flames grew hotter. The restraints tighter. They isolated her for days in darkness so complete she began to forget the shape of her own hands. They starved her until hunger gnawed holes in her sanity. They whispered things through the walls—spells, commands, curses—testing whether fear could trigger transformation.

It could.

By the end of the second year, her wolf form betrayed her. Shifting into the pure white creature she once had been became agony—searing, bone-deep agony that tore through every nerve. She tried anyway, tried because shifting had once been freedom, but the pain would force her back before the change fully completed. They watched her break apart on the cold floor, half-wolf, half-Elf, neither whole. They took notes.

She remembered the exact moment something inside her fractured permanently. The memory returned to her in feverish flashes—too vivid, too sharp, carved into her like a brand. She had been chained on a metal platform, her wrists cuffed above her head, her ankles shackled apart. A ring of wizards watched her with dead eyes. One commanded her to shift. She tried. Her bones twisted violently, her spine arching, her ribs straining. The metal beneath her feet glowed red-hot. Her skin blistered. She screamed. A wizard wrote something down. Another raised a hand and the temperature increased. Flames licked at her feet. Her silver hair caught fire. She smelled herself burning. She felt herself slipping away. And then—quietly, almost gently—something inside her mind snapped.

When she woke days later, her hair was no longer silver.
It was red-brown, the color of dried blood.
It never lightened again.

Her wolf form, once white as starlight, turned the same color, darkening more each time she tried to shift. The sigils they carved into her skin—twisting, ugly, purple-brown—never faded. Her regeneration slowed. Her body scarred. Her limbs healed wrong. Her arms and legs became maps of old burns and failed experiments, the skin too damaged to ever fully recover. She learned then that pain had limits, but cruelty did not.

Eventually, she was no longer considered a subject but a tool. They dragged her on raids and slaving routes, chaining her like a hunting beast and forcing partial transformations to test her capacity for destruction. Her senses blurred between instinct and command. She remembered blood. Bodies. Screams. Fire lighting the edge of her vision like a promise she could never escape. She remembered trying to resist once, striking at a wizard rather than a target, and they punished her for it. They strapped her down, drew new sigils across her skin, and she forgot how long she screamed.

What surprised her most, in hindsight, was that she survived.

She survived through instinct, through whatever shards of her old self remained buried beneath trauma and transformation. She survived because the forest had once loved her, and something of that love lingered in her bones. She survived because the wolf inside her refused to die, even when everything else did.

Her liberation came on a day she was certain she would not survive at all.

The Red Wizards were moving through a dense frontier forest, dragging cages of creatures that should never have been caged. She was among them, weakened, half-shifted, chained by the throat. She hardly registered the sudden stillness of the woods, the way the birds stopped singing, the way the wind seemed to coil back as if holding its breath. She barely noticed the first explosion of vines erupting from the ground, flipping a wagon on its side. But she remembered the scent: earth, fresh and alive, bursting through the metallic stench she had lived in for years.

The Emerald Enclave fell upon the wizards like a storm made of bark and claw. Arrows whistled. Roots tore through the dirt. Wolves leapt from the shadows—real wolves, not the ghosts she dreamed of. She felt her cage tip, crash, break. She spilled onto the forest floor, trembling, half-blind. Someone shouted in Sylvan—a language she had not heard since childhood. It pierced through her delirium, cutting through fear with the sharpness of memory.

Hands reached for her, but gentle ones. Her heart lurched painfully—too many instincts firing at once. She bared her teeth, snarled, clawed at the dirt. She expected pain. Expected chains. Expected fire.

Instead, the druid who approached her knelt, palms up, voice soft.

“I see you,” he whispered. “Not the monster they tried to make you. The child beneath. You’re safe now.”

Safe.
The word was foreign.
Impossible.

She collapsed before she could decide whether she believed him. She did not faint; she folded, slowly, like a creature who had been holding itself rigid for too long and finally cracked open. Moss met her cheek. Cool earth pressed against her burned palms. Something inside her chest—the small, frightened part she had buried—shuddered and gasped as if taking its first breath in years.

The days that followed felt unreal. She woke beneath leaves rather than stone, surrounded by the scent of living trees. The druids kept their distance at first, offering food but never approaching too quickly. They spoke to her softly, never forcing her to shift, never touching her without warning. They learned quickly that fire sent her into trembling panic, so they cooked their meals away from her or not at all. She refused to sleep indoors, curling instead beneath the roots of old trees, but they let her. She had earned her oddities.

Animals trusted her instantly. Birds landed near her as if greeting an old friend. A wolf pack approached her one dawn, sniffed her hands, and lay down beside her without fear. The druids exchanged looks—half wonder, half sorrow. They could see the Lythari spirit flickering inside her, buried beneath scars and survival, but still alive.

They named her Ember, for the burns that marked her body like fading coals. She added Claw herself, carving the word into a strip of leather she wore around her wrist as if reminding herself she still possessed teeth, strength, identity.

Recovery was not linear. She spoke haltingly, her voice unused to words after years of snarls and screams. She flinched when branches cracked. She startled at sudden movement. She lashed out when cornered. And when memories overwhelmed her—when a spell sparked too close or someone raised a torch—her body reacted before her mind could intervene.

Rage overtook her like a storm loosed from its cage.

Her skin tightened. Her tattoos pulsed. Her claws extended almost against her will, her teeth lengthened, her bones shifted into a shape that remembered the pain of Thayan experiments. Her hair bristled. Her breath came in sharp, animalistic pants. Her eyes glowed a furious emerald, brighter than they ever had before. It was not a transformation she chose—never that—but a reflex carved into her by survival and torture. The druids learned to soothe her with low voices, calm tones, grounding scents like pine and lavender. Over time, she learned to anchor herself, drawing the storm back into her bones before it consumed her entirely.

Eventually, she began to travel with them. Small tasks at first—scouting paths, delivering messages, guiding them through the deeper woods where their magic waned. She learned how to navigate the world again, step by uneasy step. She learned trust—not easily, but honestly. She learned a few smiles, small and hesitant, but real.

And though she could not remember her birth name or the faces of her parents, she began to carve a future out of the shards of her past.

Now, she walks the world with axes at her hips, wolf ears twitching at every strange sound, tail flicking with restless instinct. Her arms and legs remain scarred, covered by stone-textured gloves and boots embedded with amber stones that soothe the damaged skin beneath. Her hair remains red-brown, with only faint hints of silver left at the tips of her ears and tail—a whisper of the girl she once was. Her eyes, however, remain unchanged: green and bright, the last untouched piece of her original self.

She does not know whether she will ever find another of her kind or reclaim the full truth of who she was. She does not know if the forest she grew up in still stands or if the fire consumed everything. But she knows this:

She survived what should have killed her.
She rose from ash and agony.
She learned to breathe again, claw by claw, step by step.

And maybe—just maybe—she will learn to live.

Verkauft:
1x Light Crossbow (Neupreis 25gp) +12,5gp
1x Hunting Trap(Neupreis 5gp) +2,5gp
Kauft:
1x Battleaxe -10gp
1x Flute -2gp

Teilnehmer:
(1) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Barbarian lvl1 - Emerald Enclave
(2) Wobs - Sizzlenut Goldbender - Gnome - Artificer 2
(3) Folk2K - Caym - Tiefling - Sorcerer3- none
(2) MalteS - Somi Briar - Aarakocra - Monk - 2 -none
(1) Tea007 - Sarena Shadowcat - Human - Rogue - 1
(4) C0ldW0lf - Theodore Isaac McAllister - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Paladin 4 - Lord's Alliance

Loot:
1x Scroll of Comprehend Language
1x Potion of Healing

Immovabal Rod
Rod, uncommon

This flat iron rod has a button on one end. You can use an action to press the button, which causes the rod to become magically fixed in place. Until you or another creature uses an action to push the button again, the rod doesn't move, even if it is defying gravity.
The rod can hold up to 8,000 pounds of weight. More weight causes the rod to deactivate and fall.
A creature can use an action to make a DC 30 Strength check, moving the fixed rod up to 10 feet on a success.

This item can be found in the Dungeon Master’s Guide.

+1 lvl Path of the Beast Babarian

Teilnehmer:
(2) Manfred Hase - Varg - Half-Elf - Rogue1 / Barbarian 1
(4) Amiyano -Sanric Sunny Summercloak - Life Cleric Level 4 - none
(1) Twii - Aaron - Human variant - Bard 1 - none
(1) Maluku Seito - Mina - Aasimar - Peace Cleric 1 - OotG
(3) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Barbarian lvl3 - Emerald Enclave
(1) Yell0w - Dewdrop Rock - Fairy - Paladin 1 - Lords’ Alliance

Arbeitsaufträge

Aufgabe 1: Entfernt die Bestie. 50gp. Eine große Bestie hat sich im Keller eingenistet! Dies stellt ein Arbeitsrisiko für alle dar, die bei der Restaurierung dieser Einrichtung helfen. Es muss sofort entfernt werden, zusammen mit allen anderen Gefahren, die dort unten lauern. Handelt schnell, denn jeder Tag, den wir warten, ist ein weiterer Tag, an dem die Travestie zuschlagen kann!
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Aufgabe #2: Findet den Focal Gem. 45gp. Der arkane Schild, der diese Bastion verdunkelt und schützt, ist verschwunden. Ohne diesen wichtigen Ausrüstungsgegenstand sind alle Reparaturen zwecklos. Er wurde zuletzt in seiner Halterung oben auf dem Gebäude gesehen. Derzeitiger Verbleib unbekannt. Dies ist ein unersetzliches Bauteil.
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Aufgabe #3: Reaktiviert den Kurator. 50gp. Obwohl das als Rustplug bekannte Konstrukt den größten Teil der Anlage und die Anlage selbst seit ihrer Erschaffung säubert, wurde die tägliche Verwaltung wichtiger Angelegenheiten immer von einer anspruchsvolleren Kreation, dem Kurator, übernommen. Dieser Automat liegt derzeit kaputt in seiner Kammer und muss dringend repariert werden. Es werden erfahrene Techniker benötigt, um ihn wieder in Gang zu bringen, damit er dazu beitragen kann, diesen Ort wieder zum Laufen zu bringen und vielleicht Fragen über seine Vergangenheit zu beantworten.
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Aufgabe #4: Starten Sie den Reaktor wieder. 45gp. Dieses Wunderwerk von einem Gebäude wird vollständig von einem arkanen Generator betrieben, zumindest war das die Absicht. Jetzt müssen wir manuell Lampen und Fackeln anzünden und mühsam verschiedene Teile des Bauwerks aktivieren. Um die Bastion wieder in vollem Umfang nutzen zu können, muss der ursprüngliche Reaktor betriebsbereit sein. Ich brauche fähige Leute, die in den Reaktorraum eindringen, herausfinden, was los ist, und ihn in Gang bringen. Das ist sehr wichtig!
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Aufgabe #5: Repariere das Gebäude 50gp. Die Außenhülle der Bastion ist im Laufe der Jahrhunderte stark beschädigt worden. Ein vollständiger Wiederaufbau wird Monate, wenn nicht Jahre dauern. In der Zwischenzeit kann ich mich mit einigen wichtigen Reparaturen begnügen, die das Wetter und neugierige Viecher fernhalten. Starke Leute werden benötigt, um geeignete Materialien zu sammeln und sie zurückzubringen, um sie an den wichtigsten Stellen anzubringen. Es ist eine anstrengende Arbeit, aber sie wird gut bezahlt.

Die Macht des Sterns entfesselt sich auf die Planeten in seiner Reichweite. Am weitesten von seiner Wut entfernt liegt der größte mit dem dunkelsten Himmel Am dichtesten an seinen Zorn gekuschelt der kleinste nimmt den kürzesten Weg

Loot:
1x Potion of Healing

Veteran´s Cane
Wondrous item, common

This walking cane is built at a slight curve. It has a handle made of carved boar tusk and the hidden blade is etched in ancient Sylvan script that reads, “To light your darkest hour”.

When you grasp this walking cane and use a bonus action to speak the command word, it transforms into an ordinary longsword and ceases to be magical.

Beacon. The bearer can use a bonus action to cause the item to shed bright light in a 10-foot radius and dim light for an additional 10 feet, or to extinguish the light

Teilnehmer:
(4) Amiyano -Sanric Sunny Summercloak - Life Cleric Level 4 - none
(1) Twii - Aaron - Human variant - Bard 1 - none
(1) Maluku Seito - Mina - Aasimar - Peace Cleric 1 - OotG
(3) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Barbarian lvl3 - Emerald Enclave
(1) Yell0w - Dewdrop Rock - Fairy - Paladin 1 - Lords’ Alliance
(1) C0ldW0lf - Stephano Gonzales - Fairy - Bard 1 - none

Arbeitsaufträge

Aufgabe 1*: Entfernt die Bestie. 50gp. Eine große Bestie hat sich im Keller eingenistet! Dies stellt ein Arbeitsrisiko für alle dar, die bei der Restaurierung dieser Einrichtung helfen. Es muss sofort entfernt werden, zusammen mit allen anderen Gefahren, die dort unten lauern. Handelt schnell, denn jeder Tag, den wir warten, ist ein weiterer Tag, an dem die Travestie zuschlagen kann!
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Aufgabe #2: Findet den Focal Gem. 45gp. Der arkane Schild, der diese Bastion verdunkelt und schützt, ist verschwunden. Ohne diesen wichtigen Ausrüstungsgegenstand sind alle Reparaturen zwecklos. Er wurde zuletzt in seiner Halterung oben auf dem Gebäude gesehen. Derzeitiger Verbleib unbekannt. Dies ist ein unersetzliches Bauteil.
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Aufgabe #3: Reaktiviert den Kurator. 50gp. Obwohl das als Rustplug bekannte Konstrukt den größten Teil der Anlage und die Anlage selbst seit ihrer Erschaffung säubert, wurde die tägliche Verwaltung wichtiger Angelegenheiten immer von einer anspruchsvolleren Kreation, dem Kurator, übernommen. Dieser Automat liegt derzeit kaputt in seiner Kammer und muss dringend repariert werden. Es werden erfahrene Techniker benötigt, um ihn wieder in Gang zu bringen, damit er dazu beitragen kann, diesen Ort wieder zum Laufen zu bringen und vielleicht Fragen über seine Vergangenheit zu beantworten.
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Aufgabe #4*: Starten Sie den Reaktor wieder. 45gp. Dieses Wunderwerk von einem Gebäude wird vollständig von einem arkanen Generator betrieben, zumindest war das die Absicht. Jetzt müssen wir manuell Lampen und Fackeln anzünden und mühsam verschiedene Teile des Bauwerks aktivieren. Um die Bastion wieder in vollem Umfang nutzen zu können, muss der ursprüngliche Reaktor betriebsbereit sein. Ich brauche fähige Leute, die in den Reaktorraum eindringen, herausfinden, was los ist, und ihn in Gang bringen. Das ist sehr wichtig!
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Aufgabe #5: Repariere das Gebäude 50gp. Die Außenhülle der Bastion ist im Laufe der Jahrhunderte stark beschädigt worden. Ein vollständiger Wiederaufbau wird Monate, wenn nicht Jahre dauern. In der Zwischenzeit kann ich mich mit einigen wichtigen Reparaturen begnügen, die das Wetter und neugierige Viecher fernhalten. Starke Leute werden benötigt, um geeignete Materialien zu sammeln und sie zurückzubringen, um sie an den wichtigsten Stellen anzubringen. Es ist eine anstrengende Arbeit, aber sie wird gut bezahlt.

Loot:
Holzmünze mit dem eingravierten Phönix-Emblem der Bastion

Teilnehmer:
(2) Manfred Hase - Varg - Half-Elf - Rogue1 / Barbarian 1
(4) C0ldW0lf - Stephano Gonzales - Fairy - Bard 2/Warlock 2 - none
(1) Maluku Seito - Mina - Aasimar - Peace Cleric 1 - OotG
(4) Amiyano -Sanric Sunny Summercloak - Life Cleric Level 4 - none
(4)Ariukatzi020 - TCL (Halbwerwolf) - Path of the Beast Barbarianlvl 4 -Emerald Enclave

Guttri
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Fluff Loot:
Fell von einem Displacer Beast
Kauen und Zähne wie auch Tentakeln von einen Dispacer Beast.
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1x Spell Scroll of Comprehend Languages verbrauchen
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Gesehen Adult Kruthik, Displacer Beast, Slaad Skelet
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Hinweise
Elient 18, Jahr 65
21. Elient in der Stadt bleiben und zwei Tage später ein Treffen mit "RB" stattfinden soll, um zu bezahlen.
Die feine Tinte und der Federkiel sind noch lebendig und brauchbar.
Kinder treffen sich an den Docks, Exkursion zur westlichen Insel Talam'thiar, Elient 10, Jahr 65
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Missing
Meine Tochter Caroline ist verschwunden. Sie wurde zuletzt in einem blauen Kleid gesehen und trug ein Haricomb in Form einer Erdbeere.
Wenn Sie sie sehen, kommen Sie bitte zu mir in die Schreinerei.
Jacob Mudwick
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alte Schnorchelausrüstung
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Die Insel ist verflucht, wir hätten uns nicht in die Angelegenheiten der Natur einmischen sollen. Rotbrook sei verdammt, und Wo ist Hopeblossom jetzt?
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Er hat die Piratencrew vor 75 Jahren zum letzten Mal gesehen.
Sie waren in der Hauptstadt der westlichen Insel, Nax Falorn, um Waren zu verkaufen.

Loot:
1x Potion of Healing
1x Potion of Water Breathing

TALKING DOLL

Wondrous item, common (requires attunement)

This gingham doll is shaped like a rabbit with long soft ears and a button for a nose. Its mouth is stitched straight in not quite a smile and not quite a frown. The eyes are black glass and stare expressionlessly.

While this stuffed doll is within 5 feet of you, you can spend a short rest telling it to say up to six phrases, none of which can be more than six words long and set a condition under which the doll speaks each phrase. You can also replace old phrases with new ones. Whatever the condition, it must occur within 5 feet of the doll to make it speak. For example, whenever someone picks up the doll, it might say, "I want a piece of candy." The doll's phrases are lost when your attunement to the doll ends.

Reek. The item consistently smells like sulfur. Nothing the bearer can do, including magically, will ever get rid of the stench.
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Teilnehmer:
(4) happy - Adric - High-Elf - Wizard(Order of Scribes) 4 - none
(3) Raimundo_O - Shi'ndiira Despana - Drow - Rogue 3 - Harpers
(4)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Werwolf/ Elven Desendens) - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 4 - Emerald Enclave
(4) Folk2K - Jorrick - Rockgnome - Arficier4 -OotG
(2) DesertRanger - Neros - Half-Elf - Ranger 2 - none
(1) sakurabay - Feawen Theimiris - Eladrin - wizard 1 - none

Nax Falorn, Talam’thiar

Gefundene Sachen:
5 Hängematten je 1gp
1 Halskette, die wie ein vierblättriges Kleeblatt aussieht (1 gp).
1 The brass hook is worth 5 gp.
Between the instruments on the desks a full set of alchemy supplies (50 gp) can be made
Among the well-preserved pinecones is a gilded one worth 10 gp.
An oddly-shaped, double-pronged crowbar (2 gp) hangs on the wall near the door

Umgewandelt zu Gp

Informationen:

The book owners name was Alys Maddock
She lived at and operated this lighthouse, as recent as 60 years ago.
It illustrates a glum boring life she lived at the lighthouse.
It mentions a crush she had on the captain of a sailing ship that regularly frequented the port. He however did not return her affection.
It also details a meetings with a friendly woman that would stop by to sell her pecan pies. Her name was Hollybee de Wick.
During one meeting with Hollybee, she confessed her love for the sailor that did not feel the same way.
Upon her next meeting with the woman, she was presented with a solution. She was given two enchanted sewing pins. One of these pins would allow her to change her appearance at will for an hour a day. She was to use it every time the sailor was in port. When he finally began desiring her, she was to use the other pin to enchant him so he would succumb to her wishes without further delay. She jumped at the chance and took the gift eagerly. In exchange Alys was to share rumors she heard from sailors as they came to the port.
An entry a few days later reports that the gift came with a dark consequence. For the disguise to work she had to rub a few fresh drops of blood on her to activate it, it could not be her blood. She was hurt at the secret clause and decided never to use the gift. Hollybee never came around again after that visit.
After that significant event most of the other entries dictate a life lived in solitude and loneliness.
Near the end of the book, a new man has entered her life and there are mentions of him taking her sailing which she had never done before. The entries become heartfelt and then abruptly stop with no more entries in the book beyond that.

Valmoira Hopeblossom, architect of the land
parchment is a spell scroll of Leomund’s tiny hut. Each tome is worth 25 gp.

Loot:
Trinket: Kostüm (eurer Wahl) 5gp

Spellwrought Tattoo
wondrous item (tattoo) ,charm person

Masquerade Tattoo
wondrous item (tattoo), common (requires attunement)

Produced by a special needle, this magic tattoo appears on your body as whatever you desire.

Tattoo Attunement.
To attune to this item, you hold the needle to your skin where you want the tattoo to appear, pressing the needle there throughout the attunement process. When the attunement is complete, the needle turns into the ink that becomes the tattoo, which appears on the skin.

If your attunement to the tattoo ends, the tattoo vanishes, and the needle reappears in your space.

Fluid Ink.
As a bonus action, you can shape the tattoo into any color or pattern and move it to any area of your skin. Whatever form it takes, it is always obviously a tattoo. It can range in size from no smaller than a copper piece to an intricate work of art that covers all your skin.

Disguise Self.
As an action, you can use the tattoo to cast the disguise self spell (DC 13 to discern the disguise). Once the spell is cast from the tattoo, it can't be cast from the tattoo again until the next dawn.

Cloak of Protection
Wondrous item, uncommon (requires attunement)

You gain a +1 bonus to AC and Saving Throws while you wear this cloak.

displays complex magical geometry, and alchemical symbols. It is a deep blue that gets lighter as the fabric nears the neck. It is outlined in black trim.

Teilnehmer:
(4) Raimundo_O - Shi'ndiira Despana - Drow - Rogue 4 - Harpers
(4)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - TCL (Werwolf/ Elven Desendens) - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 4 - Emerald Enclave
(3) DesertRanger - Neros - Half-Elf - Ranger 3 - none
(4) Folk2K - Jorrick - Rockgnome - Arficier4 -OotG
sakurabay - Feawen Theimiris - Eladrin - wizard 3 - none
(4) happy - Adric - High-Elf - Wizard(Order of Scribes)4 - none

Order des Phoenix
Leidvargs gesehn

Loot:
1x Potion of Greater Healing

Bracers of Archery
wondrous item, uncommon (requires attunement), , major tier

While wearing these bracers, you have proficiency with the longbow and shortbow, and you gain a +2 bonus to damage rolls on ranged attacks made with such weapons.

Staff of Birdcalls
staff, weapon, common, simple weapon, melee weapon

This wooden staff is decorated with bird carvings. It has 10 charges. While holding it, you can use an action to expend 1 charge from the staff and cause it to create one of the following sounds out to a range of 60 feet: a finch's chirp, a raven's caw, a duck's quack, a chicken's cluck, a goose's honk, a loon's call, a turkey's gobble, a seagull's cry, an owl's hoot, or an eagle's shriek.

The staff regains 1d6 + 4 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the staff explodes in a harmless cloud of bird feathers and is lost forever.

Versatile.
This weapon can be used with one or two hands. A damage value in parentheses appears with the property—the damage when the weapon is used with two hands to make a melee attack.

Lvl 5 Item Chose:
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Wrath (Battleaxe +1)
Weapon, uncommon, Martial weapon, melee weapon

You have a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon.

Versatile. This weapon can be used with one or two hands. A damage value in parentheses appears with the property—the damage when the weapon is used with two hands to make a melee attack.

+1 lvl Path of the Beast Barbarian

+1 lvl in Path of the Beast Barbarian

Umbau:

Costomizing your Origin:

Race: TCL(Werwolf/ Elven Desendens)------->> Shifter - Longtooth
Source: Ability +2--------------------------------->> Ability one +2, one +1
Chose: Str +2-------------------------------------->> Chose: Str +2, Con + 1
Feat.: Dual Wielder------------------------------->> fällt weg
Variabl Trait:--------------------------------------->> Bestial Instincts: Acrobatics
Variabl Trait: Darkvision------------------------->> Shifter: Darkvision
Languages: Commen, Elvish-------------------->> Bleibt
Ability Score Point ´Buy:------------------------>> Ability Score Point ´Buy:
St 14 Dex 14, Con 14, Int 9, Wis 13, Cha 8--->> St 15 Dex 14, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 8
Lvl 4 :
Chose: Slasher +1 Str

Trade with https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/87768 Neve

Teilnehmer:
1. (5) thebaconing - Doctor Kong - Hadozee - Cleric 5
2. (5) Folk2K - Guttrr - Halbork - Babar5 - 60 ft (Darkvision Halbork)
3. (6)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 6 - EE
4. (8) Raimundo_O- Perry Rumbledice- Halfling - Bard 6 -Wizard 2 - Harpers
5. (6) DesertRanger - Kuros - Kenku - Rogue 6

Ihr seid auf dem Weg nach Neverwinter für einen Auftrag, wahrscheinlich geht’s ins Kalte. Euer Trupp ist noch nicht lang gemeinsam unterwegs, daher seid ihr erfreut über die Möglichkeit, euch am abendlichen Lagerfeuer etwas näher kennenzulernen und sich auf die jeweiligen Stärken & Eigenheiten der Kameraden einzustellen.

Loot: 1000gp
1x Potion of Growth

Astromancy Archive

Wondrous item, rare (requires attunement by a wizard)

3 lb.

This brass disc of articulated, concentric rings unfolds into an armillary sphere. As a bonus action, you can unfold it into the sphere or back into a disc. When found, it contains the following spells, which are wizard spells for you while you are attuned to it: augury, divination, find the path, foresight, locate creature, and locate object. It functions as a spellbook for you, with spells encoded on the rings.

While you are holding the archive, you can use it as a spellcasting focus for your wizard spells.

The archive has 3 charges, and it regains 1d3 expended charges daily at dawn. You can use the charges in the following ways while holding it:

If you spend 1 minute studying the archive, you can expend 1 charge to replace one of your prepared wizard spells with a different spell in the archive. The new spell must be of the divination school.
When a creature you can see within 30 feet of you makes an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw, you can use your reaction to expend 1 charge and force the creature to roll a d4 and apply the number rolled as a bonus or penalty (your choice) to the original roll. You can do this after you see the roll but before its effects are applied.

Minor Property: Harmonious

Attuning to this item takes only 1 minute.

• 1 lvl Path of the Beast Barbarian = lvl 7 hat Spacewale gesehn

Tradet with https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/86908/trade_log_entries/1040216 Arinya

Teilnehmer:
(7) TimoL - Niamh Fortescue - Aasimar - Paladin 2 / Warlock 5 - Harper
(7)Sofgam - Oriana Taran - Tiefling - Socerer 7 - none
(5) Ineverexist - Auron Stormbound - Aaracokra - Ranger Gloomstalker 5
(7)Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 7 - EE
(7) happy - Ryld - Variant Human - Monk (Way of Astral Self) 7 - none

Loot: 30gp
1x Potion of Invulnerability
1x Potion of Superior Healing

Shield +1
Armor (shield), uncommon

While holding this shield, you have a +1 bonus to AC. This bonus is in addition to the shield's normal bonus to AC.

• 1 lvl Beast Barbarian Apl Chose: Skill Expert +1 Con Skill Prof: Stealth Expertis: Athletics

Tradet with Fenree https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/90828/trade_log_entries/1055906

Teilnehmer:
(10) Jannis D. - Sir Taki - Human - Bard 10
(5) happy Kein - Bugbear - Rogue (Assassin) 3 / Warlock (Marid Genie) 2 - none
(7) Frederic T. - Reed - Human - Barbarian6/Fighter 1
(8) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 8 - EE
(5) Lamianyu (Alina) - Merla Spitzfuß - Halfling (Burly) - Fighter 5 - none
Sofgam - Ember- Fire Genasi- Hexblade Warlock lv8- none

Informationen:
Meriele Tor’Erhyl will infos zu einer Mine die einen Geheimgang an die Oberfläche zu geben soll ohen ihr Haus zu infolfieren.
House Claddatar Minor Hows hat einen Zugang zur Miene. Fourthblade Nolkath Claddatar
Clan Moontunnel wollen die Diamanten haben, aber keinen Zugang bekommen
Miven Nishe’arth
Deepaxe Delvers House Vith’tyl sagt das es eine Passage gibt aber die letzte Party nicht zurück gekommen ist.

Loot: 500gp
1x potion of superior healing
1x oil of slipperiness

Story Award: Knowledge of House Tor’Erhyl. You have gained some insight or secret of a drow house. Other houses of the Zethlentyn Protectorate may find this valuable. This award has no immediate mechanical effect.

Story Award: Drawn to the Wheel. You have received a vision of a great magic item at the bottom of the Axcelon mine. You sense that it is a powerful weapon. This award has no immediate mechanical effect.

Moon-touched Rapier of the Dark Tongue
Weapon (rapier), common

In darkness, the unsheathed blade of this sword sheds moonlight, creating bright light in a 15-foot radius and dim light for an additional 15 feet. The bearer of this weapon can speak and understand Undercommon.

Wand of Web
Wand, uncommon (requires attunement by a Spellcaster)

This wand has 7 charges. While holding it, you can use an action to expend 1 of its charges to cast the web spell (save DC 15) from it.

The wand regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand's last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed.

+1 lvl Beast Barbarian

Teilnehmer:
(6) Madlech - Claw - Shifter - Bear Totem Barbarian
(6) PetKola - Sinvallas Faeoldur - High-Elf - Wizard (Abjuration) 6
(9) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 9
(5) Flammenklinge-Lilly-Fairy-Hexenmeister-Archfey - (2) - Schadow - sorcerrer- (3)
(7) happy - Lord Baros - Halfling (Lightfoot) - Rogue (Inquisitive) 7

Info:
Notiz des Wächters
Meine Kraft schwindet von Tag zu Tag und ich spüre das Gewicht des Alters und der Einsamkeit schwer auf meinen Schultern.

War das Verbergen des Portals mein Leben wert? Mein Zirkel hat mir versichert, es gebe nichts edleres, aber hatten sie recht oder wussten überhaupt irgend etwas wahres über die Stadt?

In all den Jahrhunderten des Wachens habe ich nicht den Hauch eines Versuchs gespürt, das Portal von der anderen Seite zu aktivieren. Das heißt, entweder können sie es nicht, wissen nicht, dass es verschlossen ist, oder das Atemlose Konzil hat befohlen, es geschlossen zu halten.

Wie dem auch sei, wenn ich nicht mehr bin, dann wird dieser Ort endgültig vergessen sein und der Zahn der Zeit wird sein übriges tun.

Verdammte ewige Kälte, ich bin so hungrig nach Wärme, nach Leben und bin doch gezwungen, hier allein im Eis zu verrecken!

Gedicht
In der Stunde wenn der Tod sich naht
geh an diesen Ort und
schiebe die Abrechnung auf
und genieße die lange Gesellschaft
der Stadt.

Loot: 600 gp
1x Potion of Hill Giant Strength
1x Potion of Cold Resistance
1x Spell Scroll: Plant Growth

Wand of Fireballs
Wand, rare (requires attunement by a spellcaster) 1 lb.

This wand has 7 charges. While holding it, you can use an action to expend 1 or more of its charges to cast the fireball spell (save DC 15) from it. For 1 charge, you cast the 3rd-level version of the spell. You can increase the spell slot level by one for each additional charge you expend.

The wand regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you expend the wand's last charge, roll a d20. On a 1, the wand crumbles into ashes and is destroyed.

Minor Property: Illusion

The item is imbued with illusion magic, allowing its bearer to alter the item's appearance in minor ways. Such alterations don't change how the item is worn, carried, or wielded, and they have no effect on its other magical properties. For example, the wearer could make a red robe appear blue, or make a gold ring look like it's made of ivory. The item reverts to its true appearance when no one is carrying or wearing it.

Rope of Mending
Wondrous item, common

You can cut this 50-foot coil of hempen rope into any number of smaller pieces, and then use an action to speak a command word and cause the pieces to knit back together. The pieces must be in contact with each other and not otherwise in use. A rope of mending is forever shortened if a section of it is lost or destroyed.

Minor Property: Wicked

When the bearer is presented with an opportunity to act in a selfish or malevolent way, the item heightens the bearer's urge to do so.

+1 lvl Path of the Beast Barbarian
Primal Knowledge: Inimidation

Tradet with https://www.adventurersleaguelog.com/users/36450/characters/86908/trade_log_entries/1091068 Arinya

Insignia of Claws
Wondrous item, uncommon

The jewels in the insignia of the Cult of the Dragon flare with purple light when you enter combat, empowering your natural fists or natural weapons.

While wearing the insignia you gain a +1 bonus to the attack rolls and the damage rolls you make with unarmed strikes and natural weapons. Such attacks are considered to be magical.

Teilnehmer:
(10) Arikatzi020 - Ember Claw - Shifter - Path of the Beast Barbarian lvl 10
(10) - Eklan - Enwin Nassavea - High Elf - Conjuration Wizard 10
(8) Stephan - Zylak - High Elf - Evocation Wizard 8
(8) PetKola - Sinvallas Faeoldur - High-Elf - Artificer 1 / Wizard (Abjuration) 7
(7) Christian K. - Eddy - Bugbear - Warlock1/Rogue1/Bard5

Loot: 600gp
1x Potion of Fire Resistance

Instrument of Scribing
Wondrous item, Instrument, common (requires attunement)

This musical instrument has 3 charges. While you are playing it, you can use an action to expend 1 charge from the instrument and write a magical message on a nonmagical object or surface that you can see within 30 feet of you.

The message can be up to six words long and is written in a language you know.

If you are a bard, you can scribe an additional seven words and choose to make the message glow faintly, allowing it to be seen in nonmagical darkness.

Casting dispel magic on the message erases it. Otherwise, the message fades away after 24 hours.

The instrument regains all expended charges daily at dawn.

If you have proficiency with a given musical instrument, you can add your proficiency bonus to any ability checks you make to play music with the instrument. A bard can use a musical instrument as a spellcasting focus. Each type of musical instrument requires a separate proficiency.

Proficiency with a musical instrument indicates you are familiar with the techniques used to play it. You also have knowledge of some songs commonly performed with that instrument.
History.

Your expertise aids you in recalling lore related to your instrument.
Performance.

Your ability to put on a good show is improved when you incorporate an instrument into your act.
Compose a Tune.

As part of a long rest, you can compose a new tune and lyrics for your instrument. You might use this ability to impress a noble or spread scandalous rumors with a catchy tune.

Musical InstrumentActivity DC
Identify a tune 10
Improvise a tune 20

Minor Property: Strange Material

The item was created from a material that is bizarre given its purpose. Its durability is unaffected.

• Dieses Instrument scheint aus den Flammen der Höllen selbst gewirkt worden zu sein und wirkt stets warm auf den Spieler, klamme Finger sind mit dieser Guitarre Vergangenheit!

Quarterstaff +2
Weapon, rare

You have a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon.
Versatile:

This weapon can be used with one or two hands. A damage value in parentheses appears with the property—the damage when the weapon is used with two hands to make a melee attack.

Minor Property: Unbreakable

The item can't be broken. Special means must be used to destroy it.

-200 gp an zwei Firegiants gegeben für ne fette Platte wegmachen.
gekauft:
1x Leatherworker's Tools -5gp

AFA-02 Story Award: I like Your Dog

In den Tiefen der Stadt hast du die Aufmerksamkeit dieser Kreatur (Gray Render) auf dich gezogen, und nun will sie mit dir reisen und dich beschützen.

Wahrscheinlich wirst du Probleme haben, dass sie auf dich hört und eventuell bekommst du durch sie auch andere Scherereien.

Solltest du in einem Adv. mitspielen, wo mehrere Charaktere diesen Award haben, so ist nur ein Gray Render erlaubt.

-KEIN AL-legaler Award, außerhalb der DCs von mir nicht zulässig!

Ember Claw

Size: 175 (medium)
Weigth: 30kg
Eyes: Giftgrün Wolfartig
Hair: Rotbraun
Skin/Fell: leicht bräunlich/ Rotbraun-Weiß

Costomizing your Origin:

Race: Tasha´s Custom Lineage (Werwolf/ Elven Desendens)
Source: Ability +2
Chose: Str +2
Feat.: Dual Wielder
Variabl Trait: Darkvision
Languages: Commen, Elvish
Ability Score Point ´Buy:
St 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 9, Wis 13, Cha 8

Class: Barbarian

Skill Proficiencies: Animal Handling, Perception

Background: Child of the Wild (Outlander)

Skill Proficiencies: Athletics, Survival
Tool Proficiencies: Leatherworker's Tools
(Prof Swop: Pan Flute to Leatherworker's Tools)
Language Proficiencies: Sylvan (PHB)
Feat: Tough
Equipment from Background* (Outlander)*:
Staff, Hunting Trap, Trophy from an Animal You Killed, Traveler's Clothes, Belt Pouch

Biography

Ember Claw
The Lythari Who Burned, the Beast Who Survived, the Girl Who Remains

She remembered the forest as if it were a fading dream: silver leaves that chimed in the breeze like distant bells, moss that glowed faintly in the moonlight, and wolves whose paws made no sound when they ran across the soft earth. It was a memory coated in warmth and peace, yet whenever she tried to reach for it, it slipped through her fingers like water. Ember—though she had not been Ember then—had grown beneath ancient boughs as part of a small Lythari clan that lived so seamlessly with the forest that outsiders often mistook them for spirits rather than people. She had run with wolves long before she understood language, shifting between her Elven skin and her wolf skin with the kind of instinctive ease that only true shapeshifters possessed. In those days her fur had been pale silver, her eyes frost-blue in wolf form and bright forest-green when she stood on two feet. She recalled laughter, the kind that made her chest ache now because she could not remember who it belonged to. She recalled songs sung softly in a language of rivers and wind. She recalled hands—gentle ones—braiding her hair as she curled half-wolf in someone’s lap. These memories were ghosts, fragile and flickering, but they were hers, and she clung to them as tightly as she clung to breath.

The night the Red Wizards came, the forest changed. She often wondered if the trees had tried to warn them. Sometimes she believed she could still hear their whispers, frantic and fearful, echoing across the years. She had been small then, not yet fully grown, and her clan had been preparing for a celebration—a moon-blessing, she thought, though the details were lost. She remembered joy. Lanterns shaped from hollowed crystal fruits hung from branches. Wolves lounged lazily in the clearing. Someone had been singing. Then, as if the world inhaled and held its breath, the song cut off.

Light pierced the forest—unnatural light, red and violent, like a wound torn across the sky. The air crackled with magic. Leaves burst into flame without ever touching a spark. Wolves howled in instinctive terror, and the Elders shouted for the young to run. She remembered shifting mid-breath, silver fur exploding across her skin. She remembered the scent of burning bark and scorched moss.

And then she remembered chains.

It was always the chains she remembered most clearly. They slammed around her limbs with mechanical precision, heavy and cold even as the world burned around her. She fought—Gods, she fought—but her paws slipped on singed leaves, and something struck her from behind. Pain flared. Her legs collapsed. She tried to rise, but hands wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the ground. Faces leaned over her—pale, tattooed, merciless. She heard words spoken in a harsh, rhythmic tongue, felt a net of shimmering red magic fall across her body like a sheet of ice, and then someone muttered, “This one will be useful.”

After that came darkness, and in that darkness came years.

Time did not exist in the place they kept her. Days and nights bled together into a blur of stone walls and the stink of metal and alchemical smoke. She did not know where the facility was—only that it was far from the forest, far from any sky she recognized, and far from anyone who would save her. At first, she fought. They kept her in wolf form, Elf form, something in between—whatever suited their experiments. They cut into her regenerative abilities with cold fascination, burning her limbs, scalding her skin, injecting her with toxins that made her vision swirl and her heartbeat stagger. They forced her to shift repeatedly, even when her bones felt like glass ready to shatter. She learned quickly that screaming only encouraged them, and so she learned silence.

Silence, however, did not mean surrender.

Her regeneration held strong in the beginning. The burns healed. The acids scarred then smoothed over. Her body resisted with the stubborn resilience of Lythari blood. But the wizards were patient. They catalogued every change, every twitch, every time she resisted. They escalated their methods with clinical detachment. The flames grew hotter. The restraints tighter. They isolated her for days in darkness so complete she began to forget the shape of her own hands. They starved her until hunger gnawed holes in her sanity. They whispered things through the walls—spells, commands, curses—testing whether fear could trigger transformation.

It could.

By the end of the second year, her wolf form betrayed her. Shifting into the pure white creature she once had been became agony—searing, bone-deep agony that tore through every nerve. She tried anyway, tried because shifting had once been freedom, but the pain would force her back before the change fully completed. They watched her break apart on the cold floor, half-wolf, half-Elf, neither whole. They took notes.

She remembered the exact moment something inside her fractured permanently. The memory returned to her in feverish flashes—too vivid, too sharp, carved into her like a brand. She had been chained on a metal platform, her wrists cuffed above her head, her ankles shackled apart. A ring of wizards watched her with dead eyes. One commanded her to shift. She tried. Her bones twisted violently, her spine arching, her ribs straining. The metal beneath her feet glowed red-hot. Her skin blistered. She screamed. A wizard wrote something down. Another raised a hand and the temperature increased. Flames licked at her feet. Her silver hair caught fire. She smelled herself burning. She felt herself slipping away. And then—quietly, almost gently—something inside her mind snapped.

When she woke days later, her hair was no longer silver.
It was red-brown, the color of dried blood.
It never lightened again.

Her wolf form, once white as starlight, turned the same color, darkening more each time she tried to shift. The sigils they carved into her skin—twisting, ugly, purple-brown—never faded. Her regeneration slowed. Her body scarred. Her limbs healed wrong. Her arms and legs became maps of old burns and failed experiments, the skin too damaged to ever fully recover. She learned then that pain had limits, but cruelty did not.

Eventually, she was no longer considered a subject but a tool. They dragged her on raids and slaving routes, chaining her like a hunting beast and forcing partial transformations to test her capacity for destruction. Her senses blurred between instinct and command. She remembered blood. Bodies. Screams. Fire lighting the edge of her vision like a promise she could never escape. She remembered trying to resist once, striking at a wizard rather than a target, and they punished her for it. They strapped her down, drew new sigils across her skin, and she forgot how long she screamed.

What surprised her most, in hindsight, was that she survived.

She survived through instinct, through whatever shards of her old self remained buried beneath trauma and transformation. She survived because the forest had once loved her, and something of that love lingered in her bones. She survived because the wolf inside her refused to die, even when everything else did.

Her liberation came on a day she was certain she would not survive at all.

The Red Wizards were moving through a dense frontier forest, dragging cages of creatures that should never have been caged. She was among them, weakened, half-shifted, chained by the throat. She hardly registered the sudden stillness of the woods, the way the birds stopped singing, the way the wind seemed to coil back as if holding its breath. She barely noticed the first explosion of vines erupting from the ground, flipping a wagon on its side. But she remembered the scent: earth, fresh and alive, bursting through the metallic stench she had lived in for years.

The Emerald Enclave fell upon the wizards like a storm made of bark and claw. Arrows whistled. Roots tore through the dirt. Wolves leapt from the shadows—real wolves, not the ghosts she dreamed of. She felt her cage tip, crash, break. She spilled onto the forest floor, trembling, half-blind. Someone shouted in Sylvan—a language she had not heard since childhood. It pierced through her delirium, cutting through fear with the sharpness of memory.

Hands reached for her, but gentle ones. Her heart lurched painfully—too many instincts firing at once. She bared her teeth, snarled, clawed at the dirt. She expected pain. Expected chains. Expected fire.

Instead, the druid who approached her knelt, palms up, voice soft.

“I see you,” he whispered. “Not the monster they tried to make you. The child beneath. You’re safe now.”

Safe.
The word was foreign.
Impossible.

She collapsed before she could decide whether she believed him. She did not faint; she folded, slowly, like a creature who had been holding itself rigid for too long and finally cracked open. Moss met her cheek. Cool earth pressed against her burned palms. Something inside her chest—the small, frightened part she had buried—shuddered and gasped as if taking its first breath in years.

The days that followed felt unreal. She woke beneath leaves rather than stone, surrounded by the scent of living trees. The druids kept their distance at first, offering food but never approaching too quickly. They spoke to her softly, never forcing her to shift, never touching her without warning. They learned quickly that fire sent her into trembling panic, so they cooked their meals away from her or not at all. She refused to sleep indoors, curling instead beneath the roots of old trees, but they let her. She had earned her oddities.

Animals trusted her instantly. Birds landed near her as if greeting an old friend. A wolf pack approached her one dawn, sniffed her hands, and lay down beside her without fear. The druids exchanged looks—half wonder, half sorrow. They could see the Lythari spirit flickering inside her, buried beneath scars and survival, but still alive.

They named her Ember, for the burns that marked her body like fading coals. She added Claw herself, carving the word into a strip of leather she wore around her wrist as if reminding herself she still possessed teeth, strength, identity.

Recovery was not linear. She spoke haltingly, her voice unused to words after years of snarls and screams. She flinched when branches cracked. She startled at sudden movement. She lashed out when cornered. And when memories overwhelmed her—when a spell sparked too close or someone raised a torch—her body reacted before her mind could intervene.

Rage overtook her like a storm loosed from its cage.

Her skin tightened. Her tattoos pulsed. Her claws extended almost against her will, her teeth lengthened, her bones shifted into a shape that remembered the pain of Thayan experiments. Her hair bristled. Her breath came in sharp, animalistic pants. Her eyes glowed a furious emerald, brighter than they ever had before. It was not a transformation she chose—never that—but a reflex carved into her by survival and torture. The druids learned to soothe her with low voices, calm tones, grounding scents like pine and lavender. Over time, she learned to anchor herself, drawing the storm back into her bones before it consumed her entirely.

Eventually, she began to travel with them. Small tasks at first—scouting paths, delivering messages, guiding them through the deeper woods where their magic waned. She learned how to navigate the world again, step by uneasy step. She learned trust—not easily, but honestly. She learned a few smiles, small and hesitant, but real.

And though she could not remember her birth name or the faces of her parents, she began to carve a future out of the shards of her past.

Now, she walks the world with axes at her hips, wolf ears twitching at every strange sound, tail flicking with restless instinct. Her arms and legs remain scarred, covered by stone-textured gloves and boots embedded with amber stones that soothe the damaged skin beneath. Her hair remains red-brown, with only faint hints of silver left at the tips of her ears and tail—a whisper of the girl she once was. Her eyes, however, remain unchanged: green and bright, the last untouched piece of her original self.

She does not know whether she will ever find another of her kind or reclaim the full truth of who she was. She does not know if the forest she grew up in still stands or if the fire consumed everything. But she knows this:

She survived what should have killed her.
She rose from ash and agony.
She learned to breathe again, claw by claw, step by step.

And maybe—just maybe—she will learn to live.