DM Log Entries

1 magic item from THIS 24 hours; Ring of Protection, Devlin's Staff of Striking, Amulet of Health, +1 shortbow, Instrument of the bards (cittern), headband of Intellect, Pearl of Power (Grung Egg), Wand of Wonder (I'jin Horn), Flametongue Longsword, Bracers of Defense, Sending Stone(s), +1 yklwa, Bracers of Archery (always moist)

****One consumable from Magic Item Table A or B
-- Spell Scroll Revivify (3rd level)

Unlock Folding Boat and Bag of Tricks (Rust)

one CONSUMABLE from Table A or B

They say I’ve been a grouch since the midwife gave me a smack and I just harrumphed. Unsurprising.
My mother, Kynthia, named me Rosalind first after her great grandmother, the original Lady Elversham. She named me Karl after her uncle second, but I am called Magister Petersham by most, and “Child” by my father, though I am now 54 years old. Only a few of the house staff and faculty, and of course the Duchess, remember I was nicknamed “Thorny” as a child. (A rose with a prickly personality. It’s supposed to be endearing or something. I don’t get it.)

I was happy early in childhood, but Mother died when I was 9.

This meant I was largely cared for and raised by the faculty and serving staff at the school, which is a large Manor home and boarding school in the countryside, and that of Lady Elversham’s Sorcerous Finishing School. It is just on the other hill, not but a blink away, but still a completely segregated entity because my great-grandfather was somehow more obstinate and obstreperous than even my father and would not employ Lady Elversham or her daughters.

I had a few friends, but they were mostly the adults at the schools or their children, because the students didn’t have much opportunity for play, or when they did, they didn’t much want to associate with the faculty and staff children.

And so, a age 9, I ceased childhood as I became an obligation to Headmaster Eustace Petersham, a now-single father whose priority focus was always on his role as the 4th headmaster at the Petersham School for Magical Boys, a preparatory academy for young nobles, sons of influential merchants, and aspiring wizards.

A prodigy who demonstrated mastery of the arcane arts at an early age, I’d sat in all of the courses so often that I could fill in for sick instructors in many of the subjects before I was old enough to be accepted as a student at the academy of magic.

I graduated from the school at 13 (5 years early) and began a series of apprenticeships to each of the instructors, well, all except father, who reserved his lessons for the “truly gifted.” That was an excuse to avoid the fractious arguments that invariably occurred whenever I sought to apply to a University or Academy like the Blackstaff’s, and Father insisted the free education I received was sufficient for “your talent levels with any substantial magical arts.”

These days, I am Assistant Headmaster, Instructor in Astronomy in the school of knowledge, and head of Abjuration in the Academy Of Magic.
I tend to “come out of retirement just this one last time” for an adventure with close friends about once a year just to get away from my overbearing family and grading assignments.

8 Life Events
99 arcane matter - You saw a creature being conjured by magic. This is not uncommon, but I mention it because it happened when I was three and seeing modrons coalesce in that circle is my first memory.
5 tragedy - Mother died, killed in a battle with a summoned demon. No one said this school is safe.
100 weird stuff - A powerful being granted you a wish, but you squandered it by wishing my father would put me on the faculty.
He did so, but relegated me to “remedial Magics and academics of little import”
57 - You spent time working in a job related to your background. Start the game with an extra 8 (2d6) gp.
42 - befriended Lady Mary Icesun (Neutral Noble), the daughter of our then Duke, while she was faculty at Elversham. She is a practitioner of some skill, though it was quickly apparent her powers are eldritch and granted by her Faerie godmother, a good deal less academic than my approach. Sound theories, though. She now holds the Duchy herself, and is doing well.
86 - Fought in a small conflict as the school staff and students were besieged by an expelled student’s summoned creatures as he attempted revenge and a coup of the Duchy. I escaped the battle unscathed, though many friends were injured. A few, including the Duke, were lost.
77 - Went on an adventure with the Duchess. I was poisoned by a trap or a monster. I recovered, but the next time you must make a saving throw against poison, you make the saving throw with disadvantage.
79 - 8 years later, I left adventuring retirement again at the Duchess’ insistence. While away, I contracted a disease while clearing a filthy warren. I recovered from the disease with the care of Chef Shadereaver, the wise woman that is in charge Elversham’s herbology, culinary, and medical curriculum, but a persistent, nagging cough remains to this day.

Catch up on unlogged Potions of Vitality x10

Catch up on unlogged Potions of Vitality x10

One item unlock from the 24 hours preceding:
Belt of Hill Giant Strength, Necklace of Prayer Beads, Sun Sword, Canaith Mandolin, Glamoured Studded Leather Armor, Figurine (gryphon)
Gulthias Staff, Plantsbane Battleaxe

one consumable item from Magic Item Table A or B

100gp credit toward spellcasting services; Unlock one magic item awarded by the adventure (Obsidian Steed / Ring of Telekinesis)

2k xp, Add a Common or Uncommon Scroll (Lightning Bolt, 3rd lvl)& a Potion (POTION OF Resistance) from the DMG to one of your characters.

Unlock one magic item awarded by the adventure (Winged Boots/Headband Intellect/Amulet of Health/ +1 Breastplate /Obsidian Steed / Ring of Telekinesis)

I was born on the street. I don’t mean, on the street. It was a shanty built into an alley. Our alley. It was better than the alley on the other side of the wall, cause ours didn’t fill up with puddles. Oh! My older brother was born on a boat, my younger brother in a prison. Oops, getting ahead of myself...

Uhh... Some time after my folks arrived in Scornubel, Da died; I don’t even know how. Nobody tells five-year-olds nuthin’.
Ma moved us in with Jim. Couple years later, City Watch snatched her up for stealing. From then on, we begged and pilfered to make sure Jim was fed. Til Jim died. Idiot got hisself executed on a kidnapping charge. Glass was the one hauled him in; she made sure we had somewheres to go.

Glass took us to a small-time thiefmaker, got his agreement to look after me and some other orphans. Dummy paid her for us. Mort taught us to spy and pilfer to earn our keep. I was okay with that. Got us by for awhile. My brother Sean figured out Mort was taking jobs on the side. Arranging “accidents” for folks. I’m not much for murder. Sean snuck out, didn’t come back. Next time Glass came through, I told her I wanted out.

I’d made friends with some of the monks in the market, so Glass took me over to the temple of Lathander to see if I could be one too. She only had to bribe one and break two ‘fore they gave in and said yes. Stubbornheads. Just cause he’s the god of suffering don’t mean you gotta look for a beatin’.

Look, A life of discipline ain’t something that comes natural, but I’m tryin’. Okay? I had to do something. One of my brothers is missing, the other is alive but ain’t doin so great. Cathal won’t leave the streets or his petty gang.
I’m on my own, ‘cept for the Order. ‘Cept now they say I’m ready to walk my own way for awhile. I guess they’re tired of feeding me, but I get hungry being awesome, y’know?

Master
2 Your master was kindly and taught you to pursue the cause of peace.

1 magic item from THIS 24 hours; Ring of Protection, Devlin's Staff of Striking, Amulet of Health, +1 shortbow, Instrument of the bards (cittern), headband of Intellect, Pearl of Power (Grung Egg), Wand of Wonder (I'jin Horn), Flametongue Longsword, Bracers of Defense, Sending Stone(s), +1 yklwa, Bracers of Archery (always moist)

****One consumable from Magic Item Table A or B
-- Spell Scroll Revivify (3rd level)

Unlock Folding Boat and Bag of Tricks (Rust)

one CONSUMABLE from Table A or B

They say I’ve been a grouch since the midwife gave me a smack and I just harrumphed. Unsurprising.
My mother, Kynthia, named me Rosalind first after her great grandmother, the original Lady Elversham. She named me Karl after her uncle second, but I am called Magister Petersham by most, and “Child” by my father, though I am now 54 years old. Only a few of the house staff and faculty, and of course the Duchess, remember I was nicknamed “Thorny” as a child. (A rose with a prickly personality. It’s supposed to be endearing or something. I don’t get it.)

I was happy early in childhood, but Mother died when I was 9.

This meant I was largely cared for and raised by the faculty and serving staff at the school, which is a large Manor home and boarding school in the countryside, and that of Lady Elversham’s Sorcerous Finishing School. It is just on the other hill, not but a blink away, but still a completely segregated entity because my great-grandfather was somehow more obstinate and obstreperous than even my father and would not employ Lady Elversham or her daughters.

I had a few friends, but they were mostly the adults at the schools or their children, because the students didn’t have much opportunity for play, or when they did, they didn’t much want to associate with the faculty and staff children.

And so, a age 9, I ceased childhood as I became an obligation to Headmaster Eustace Petersham, a now-single father whose priority focus was always on his role as the 4th headmaster at the Petersham School for Magical Boys, a preparatory academy for young nobles, sons of influential merchants, and aspiring wizards.

A prodigy who demonstrated mastery of the arcane arts at an early age, I’d sat in all of the courses so often that I could fill in for sick instructors in many of the subjects before I was old enough to be accepted as a student at the academy of magic.

I graduated from the school at 13 (5 years early) and began a series of apprenticeships to each of the instructors, well, all except father, who reserved his lessons for the “truly gifted.” That was an excuse to avoid the fractious arguments that invariably occurred whenever I sought to apply to a University or Academy like the Blackstaff’s, and Father insisted the free education I received was sufficient for “your talent levels with any substantial magical arts.”

These days, I am Assistant Headmaster, Instructor in Astronomy in the school of knowledge, and head of Abjuration in the Academy Of Magic.
I tend to “come out of retirement just this one last time” for an adventure with close friends about once a year just to get away from my overbearing family and grading assignments.

8 Life Events
99 arcane matter - You saw a creature being conjured by magic. This is not uncommon, but I mention it because it happened when I was three and seeing modrons coalesce in that circle is my first memory.
5 tragedy - Mother died, killed in a battle with a summoned demon. No one said this school is safe.
100 weird stuff - A powerful being granted you a wish, but you squandered it by wishing my father would put me on the faculty.
He did so, but relegated me to “remedial Magics and academics of little import”
57 - You spent time working in a job related to your background. Start the game with an extra 8 (2d6) gp.
42 - befriended Lady Mary Icesun (Neutral Noble), the daughter of our then Duke, while she was faculty at Elversham. She is a practitioner of some skill, though it was quickly apparent her powers are eldritch and granted by her Faerie godmother, a good deal less academic than my approach. Sound theories, though. She now holds the Duchy herself, and is doing well.
86 - Fought in a small conflict as the school staff and students were besieged by an expelled student’s summoned creatures as he attempted revenge and a coup of the Duchy. I escaped the battle unscathed, though many friends were injured. A few, including the Duke, were lost.
77 - Went on an adventure with the Duchess. I was poisoned by a trap or a monster. I recovered, but the next time you must make a saving throw against poison, you make the saving throw with disadvantage.
79 - 8 years later, I left adventuring retirement again at the Duchess’ insistence. While away, I contracted a disease while clearing a filthy warren. I recovered from the disease with the care of Chef Shadereaver, the wise woman that is in charge Elversham’s herbology, culinary, and medical curriculum, but a persistent, nagging cough remains to this day.

Catch up on unlogged Potions of Vitality x10

Catch up on unlogged Potions of Vitality x10

One item unlock from the 24 hours preceding:
Belt of Hill Giant Strength, Necklace of Prayer Beads, Sun Sword, Canaith Mandolin, Glamoured Studded Leather Armor, Figurine (gryphon)
Gulthias Staff, Plantsbane Battleaxe

one consumable item from Magic Item Table A or B

100gp credit toward spellcasting services; Unlock one magic item awarded by the adventure (Obsidian Steed / Ring of Telekinesis)

2k xp, Add a Common or Uncommon Scroll (Lightning Bolt, 3rd lvl)& a Potion (POTION OF Resistance) from the DMG to one of your characters.

Unlock one magic item awarded by the adventure (Winged Boots/Headband Intellect/Amulet of Health/ +1 Breastplate /Obsidian Steed / Ring of Telekinesis)

I was born on the street. I don’t mean, on the street. It was a shanty built into an alley. Our alley. It was better than the alley on the other side of the wall, cause ours didn’t fill up with puddles. Oh! My older brother was born on a boat, my younger brother in a prison. Oops, getting ahead of myself...

Uhh... Some time after my folks arrived in Scornubel, Da died; I don’t even know how. Nobody tells five-year-olds nuthin’.
Ma moved us in with Jim. Couple years later, City Watch snatched her up for stealing. From then on, we begged and pilfered to make sure Jim was fed. Til Jim died. Idiot got hisself executed on a kidnapping charge. Glass was the one hauled him in; she made sure we had somewheres to go.

Glass took us to a small-time thiefmaker, got his agreement to look after me and some other orphans. Dummy paid her for us. Mort taught us to spy and pilfer to earn our keep. I was okay with that. Got us by for awhile. My brother Sean figured out Mort was taking jobs on the side. Arranging “accidents” for folks. I’m not much for murder. Sean snuck out, didn’t come back. Next time Glass came through, I told her I wanted out.

I’d made friends with some of the monks in the market, so Glass took me over to the temple of Lathander to see if I could be one too. She only had to bribe one and break two ‘fore they gave in and said yes. Stubbornheads. Just cause he’s the god of suffering don’t mean you gotta look for a beatin’.

Look, A life of discipline ain’t something that comes natural, but I’m tryin’. Okay? I had to do something. One of my brothers is missing, the other is alive but ain’t doin so great. Cathal won’t leave the streets or his petty gang.
I’m on my own, ‘cept for the Order. ‘Cept now they say I’m ready to walk my own way for awhile. I guess they’re tired of feeding me, but I get hungry being awesome, y’know?

Master
2 Your master was kindly and taught you to pursue the cause of peace.