RTEL ECL 6 Dusk 3, fact 1 , warblade 1, fighter 1, Entry 8

By the mighty Wombat I knew it. These stoners laying and snorting shrooms left and right didn't have enough sense or diligence to tell us that white dragons were common over here.It being a common for cows and people alike to end up being spritited away randomly, which we discovered after this grandiose fight. Damn it, ya hippies! Hearing sounds from outsides and spotting a family of  huge ,large ,and medium sized white dragons the wizard said we should talk to them AFTER hurling a fire ball at them and hitting them with their most hated element.As I studied dragons, since I do want to have one as an adventuring companion (male) or bedroom companion ( female who can shape shift of course ) I called her a fool and to refrain from doing that for her own health.
Explaining to her that most dragons are intelligent .Metallic being good natured Chromatic being more dominant proud and haughty but still smart, there s a chance to reason with them trade offs , quests , or just good time discussions. Those are also the more dangerous if pissed off since they most likely can cast spells, stalk preys, as well as orchestrate battle tactics. Well we fell on the idiots of the race with one of the most animalistic behaviours talking wouldn't do much to them especially if hungry and being on fire (thanks to the wizard). But Damn it,  I was itching for a good brawl  .

Knowing my dragonology a bit I prepared an ice resist for some flybys breaths from the  angry pair( I don't know what sex they were but I plan to study them more now that they have been slain ). Enfeebling the bigger one it got pissed at me and came down looking for some beef. Possibly ,literally  they weren't planning to go home empty handed in this tundra of town. Hey the big guys' gotsta eat too right? It was me holding off the big beast all alone while mythil all invisible followed my advice to NOT initiate a conversation with these basest of beast of their race. The angel being late to support me in my valiant standoff to the big fiend let me get some chunks get taken out of me.  "I wanna shoot It" the angel kept saying while I was battling the ferocious thing. "Just chill and keep healing me gurl.Me and the wizard are putting the hurting on it keeping healing meh!" After witnessing some of its maddening assault on me and withstanding it like a knight(boss) that tales are told about , the ANGEL started to lose guts" Ama run with mythil and write you a postcard from wherever we are ...If you live  " "Get your ass back over here and keep healing me if you run and I die you're next on its shopping list, keep healing angel you're making the world a better place."

After a few more rallying speeches to the angel who cursed and said she weren't gonna heal me, I though she may have been a fiend or an underworld dweller in disguise to give us false hope. I mean an angel losing courage in the face of adversity ? They're the ones supposed to give us mortals the courage to fight on when all hope seemed to be lost. Roles reversed I guess , great uncle Icelus the dreadlord death knight taught me well to rally the troops even celestial ones. With mighty fervor and gusto I kept on swinging on the damned winged daemon taking bigger chunks out of me each passing moment but I did not falter in my assault going after it every time it backed up to do something. i could tell it wasn't used to such fight in such smaller creature. It was used to weaklings turning over right into it s mouth, giving up without the slightest bit of a fight. Today you huge cretin , you and your fam have met your match with the champion of the wombat and the soon to be legend Icelus the third. Howling such in draconic intimidating the beast. I could see the fear in it's eyes, near the end the despair that I drew upon it kept me assailing on . Knowing full well it was going to join my Uncle's Black parade! Finally as it was trying to bite the angel I felled the beast defending the cowardess/flimsy celestial.She finished off my and the wizards' handy work of the gigantic creature we had slayed. The cleric and the fighter tagged teamed the younger of the beast simultaneous at least they could share the burden of the wounds, ouch I' m sore , but dam I'm high in pride . The cleric dimensional shifted the young dragon else where. Everyone readied up in formation around where it had disappeared to bash its mongoloid skull into the pits of hell we gathered readied to strike. Once it did the wizard missiled the creature into its oblivion.

Somehow no one died nor ran away from their frightful presence, the town was made safe once more to be stoning grounds for the stoners(sight) . When I think of it, no one came outside this whole fight nor screamed or said "watch out!" sight maybe we can get a good price on this dragon Whoooaaaaawww! Chunky stuffff! A huge blue ork came out of nowhere wanting to have joined in to kill the dragon and an appetite to match that battle drice too. We just decided to let him join since he did want to save the town to, good intentions. Since we might need him for the tribulations coming ahead.As well as being too mentally exhausted to give a shit , if he wanted to cause troubled he d be felled rather quickly by us anyways. Walking into the tavern the inn keeper asked what were we doing in this town so up front I asked about the temple of all consumption which he seemed utterly clueless about . So damn it ," We came to destroy evil Boii!!!" He looked even more lost than the first time and literally had no answers nor words for me until someone else re-ignited the conversation. Man, these simpletons around here aren't even aware of all the crazy shit in there backyard. Trying to make us pay for rooms which we just saved their asses from doom and catastrophe to the town and ridiculously low rates for the dragon meat I was getting angered and decided to go out and study the dragon prior to butchering it.

Thank you mighty Wombat for this prize you have brought before me today and its bountiful fruit of experience. For giving me a challenge to express the blood thirsty warlord and leader who inspires  zeal even unto otherworldly denizens and  drains hope out of even beast to fill their simple hearts and mind with despair. Prior sending them to our family's B;lack Parade rank until that fateful where All the dead slain by us shall rise in a glorious march for the conquest of unlife.  Praises be to the wombat and its mighty everlasting generosity to those who desire to please him in blood through battle. May my research on this beast through its autopsy yield great fruits so one day I may hire or tame a dragon in your name OH great Wombat.

Mithil, Fluteria, & The Orc Next Door

“They are insane.”  Mithil said this flatly to her friend.

Fluteria expanded and lumbered about and gave Mithil a quizzical look.

“Yes, the orc!  Blue too!  Without a thought they invite him to fight with us.  Is he going to stand guard when we sleep?”

Fluteria whizzed about, as if attacking something with great force.

“I’m sure he’s a fine fighter and I do not have anything against orcs, not all orcs….. except their smell and, oh good Gods did this one smell?”

Fluteria hovered in front of Mithil’s eyes, crinkling her eyes to express confusion.

“I’m not getting close enough to actually smell the thing but you saw it.  It’s blue!   And so, fat!”

Fluteria settled down into Mithil’s palm, radiating disappointment.

“I do not understand Flute, what’s wrong?”

Flute turned up both wings to show many colors, one of which was blue.

“No, no, I’m not judging him because he is blue.  Your wings are gorgeous.  Your colors are vibrant.”

Fluteria rolled her eyes, chittering, “yes, I’m beautiful but Mithil…….”  She looked so sad.

“What?! This is a stinking orc and they let him join us, sleep near us, when he could do who knows what, without asking a question!  I’ll say it again:  They.  Are.  Freaking.  Insane!!!”

Fluteria looked at her blankly, chittering with disappointment, “you are..”

“Don’t say it, Flute!”

Fluteria shrugged, to say, “but it’s true.”

“I am not a speciest!  I find beauty in all living things.”  Mithil looked doubtfully at the thin wall of the room through which the rumble of the orc’s snoring could be heard, “Really I do, even that lumbering, stupid, meat sack.  It is keeping us awake again!”

Fluteria moved closer, “He is keeping us awake…. He is a person, like me, even if not your species.”

“Oh for Pelor’s sake, Flute!  I love butterflies.  I’ve always found them beautiful and we were drawn to each other! This is different.”

Fluteria fluttered off, her dance intricate and Mithil struggled to keep up.

“Yes, I see, relationships are what give value to all things, of course, that is basic, but some species in this world are naturally evil, Flute!  And some, like those dragons will kill you!”

Fluteria zoomed close, zigging to say, “oh no, you don’t!  You are ignoring the point of my dance when you know better.”  The butterfly gave Mithil's nose a feathery bop on the nose in admonishment and Mithil actually blushed.

“Okay.  Okay.  If I can hate an orc for being an orc, then, some other person, a truly insane person who does not see your beauty, could hate you for being a butterfly.   But….”

The creature fluttered against Mithil’s lips, shushing her.  She looked so sad as she chittered and said without dance, “no buts, defend yourself and us from violence but you cannot hate and keep me.  You have only seen the barest hint of its soul.  What is it like with its family?  Has it loved?  Does it value loyalty?”

Mithil bit her lip to keep from correcting the butterfly’s indefinite use of pronouns. 

The butterfly began slapping Mithil’s face with her wings, “You do not know any of these things!”

Mithil tried again, “but..”

“No buts Mithil….,” and the creature resumed its flight, dancing something which was so tightly drawn to show the connection between Wizard and familiar.  The dance shifted and Mithil saw the connection which was broader, more meaningful than that, the love they had for each other.  The dance ended with Fluteria hovering before Mithil’s eyes with a question.

A tear leaked down Mithil's cheek, “is this natural?  I do not know Fluteria and…” her agile mind anticipated the next question, “I know many would say it is not and that maybe the orc too is capable of more than is natural between his kind and ours.”

Mithil looked over at the thin wall which was now literally vibrating from the explosions of snoring and concussive digestive events, “but, Flute, you stay away.  That thing… that, okay, that, person… who happens to be blue and incredibly fat…. will eat anything.  He would snack on you for a hor d’oeuvre.”

Fluteria actually laughed and strafed Mithil’s face with little wing kisses, the last brushing Mithil’s long eye lashes.  She chittered, “I’ll keep my distance.  No fool came out my cocoon!”

“Alright then, silly insect activist, let’s try to sleep.”  The orc had apparently awakened and was lumbering towards the privy to relieve himself.

Mithil muttered, “oh lovely,” and shifted down into her bed, inviting Fluteria to come into the sleeping pouch.  Five minutes later the two of them shook with laughter as the orc made its way back to its own orc-sized bed.  

Mithil set off a cantrip and the subtle smell of pine filled their room.

RTEL ECL 5 : Duskblade 3 , Fact 1, Warblade 1 Entry # 7

Thanks be to the Wombat for letting us get out of there with our clothes on and not having those taxed off in the town too. There's less non-sense/ taxation in a Necropolis than Verbobanc. Man, the welcome committee was ignorant towards a detect evil  spell of an ex slave goblin. Patting down everything with spells of item visualizing worth , persecuting the persecuted not understanding that being forced into slavery or on a bad season one can have done some evil thing in the name of vengeance or being forced to. Doesn't mean that they were bad their whole life, another reason I don't care for paladins of the light / lawful deities. Sometimes as my great grandfather Icelus the first and Arch dreadlord death knight said " The worst monsters hide in the light boy, I learned that traveling on my first adventure.Auras don't giveaway everything bout a person. Now go train with the Valikhars and feed the Morghs once you've sweated blood" (Sweated blood train real hard)

In result we left the ghaele with the goblin and Partang looking after the goblin and the cart. To also dodge another hefty ridiculous tax. With all of our equipment in hand loaded with town rules of don t do this that were overtop and under certain circumstances , such as... Getting jumped or wanting to move faster for convenience ,ooh if ya defend yourself or hurry to do thingswith haste and stuff the hammer of the law may strike down on you. Sight , moving along trying to get to the swordsmith and other bazaar to trade for the equipment we've gathered along our journey Mithil got ambushed in the street of this such "safe place ." Two assassins seemed pretty pro as they put a bloodied beating on her(Jacked up real hard/bad lol) conflicted about using her full magical might I told em" It 's their rules or your lives fools , do the math !"
Then I started swinging in the alley . The group regathered in a valiant formation of epic alley brawl to save our isolated wizard. After enough beating, the scums fled the cleric knocking one of them silly face front eating the concrete with a bolt. Of course RIGHT after that last blow and another assailant leaving the guard show up before we could loot to find out who they were. Damn it! If they put half the energy towards all that non sense of shakedown at the front gate holding goblins hostages and put some of those taxes towards inward security maybe there wouldn't random jumpings nearby a public square. After a little investigation and two weeks in waiting for our magical / exotic weapon: Cruising the temples, the Jerking bone , multiple hotels , and many paranoid nights slept with one eye open. After being relieved of our cash from the stores and the second taxation leaving town we left to Ralor hoping never to come here again. Teleporting on the road outside this beaten little hole we came across this guy telling us a little about the town. Being nearby ork village and it's scouch or soch whatever this mushroom does to you is a speciality of here. I thought ,oh damn , a town of stoners great, where they don t do shit . Guess we ll see. Knowing that this' ll be a diplomatic tool I bought a few mushroom to share with the natives to open up and get some info about the temple.  Hearing about someone of importance house we headed there to open the door to find and drag out some stoned guy we went upstairs to find some folks ready to partake in more of the paraphernalia ... And here we go for Another round.

May the Wombat guide me through the ignorance of this land ,the stoners the charlatans, the fiends, the overzealous , all great and weak in between that get in my path of glory. So before their sending to the wombat they may see the light of the errors of their ways. I sense the oozing of much  blood grandiose fights   ,premonition maybe!? But in all and all the wombat shall be pleased with the prizes of my triumph for him the blood of my enemies, the enlightenment of the fools in this life or thereafter being sent to the true One; the Wombat !

Mithil & Fluteria

A thin wisp of a young girl sat in the corner of the hotel room where her companions had gathered.  Her robe seemed to swallow her as she rocked back and forth.  Even though she shivered with cold she kept her distance from the fire around which her comrades clustered.  The magnificent butterfly preening in her palm captured all of her attention.

Fluteria’s language was of aerial dance.  She could communicate vast and elegant nuance with subtle movement.  If only Mithil’s spell casting was as expressive as her movements….

“Mithil, it’s cold!”  The butterfly screamed this with a movement that darted towards Mithil’s left eye.  Abashed, Mithil warmed her hands with a cantrip to just the temperature her friend loved.

“Better?”  She whispered to her friend, even if the rest could hear, as the little being returned to her palm.

Fluteria radiated contentment and there was no need for more words. 

“Mithil?”  The butterfly looked at her expectantly and then danced in her palm to say, “you zoned out again, didn’t you?’

“I’m sorry baby.  I marvel at you.”  Mithil again kept her voice to a whisper because Fluteria had remarkable hearing for such a tiny being.

The butterfly indignantly flew away and did a gyrating, counterclockwise circle around the mercenaries’ head.  The motions were mocking and disturbingly obscene.

Mithil’s expression soured, “no, I do not care at all about that one.  I have to act nice to her because I need her.”

The tiny butterfly managed to flutter with skepticism.  She swept her wings wide, asking, “and the rest of them?”

Mithil sighed, “well you saw the duskblade sit in front of a bar radiating cold evil without a care.  I think not.”  Fluteria actually managed an audible laugh at this, nodding with mirth at the memory.

Mithil shuddered, “and the cleric, Hilvin, he and that damned spell…. Who would risk that, ten years off of a life!  No skill, not chance of fighting back to where you were meant to be.  Just “bam!” ten years gone!”

Fluteria looked at Mithil gravely until Mithil responded, “I don’t know Flute.  Ten years would kill most butterflies but I do not know about you.  We will not do it again.  I promise.  Not until I am certain.”

Fluteria communicated her unease that she had gone through the portal even once.   Mithil stroked the little being’s wings lovingly, letting sparkles of light fall onto the delicate form of her friend, “really, I promise.  Never again.  I am sorry.  I didn’t want to do it but should have asked you.”

Only slightly mollified, the butterfly, turned her attention to the window where the ranger and the dog boy stood outside in rain with the cart.

“Flute, I don’t know about them.  The dog boy is obviously crazy and unreliable.   He is, after all, part dog!  I’ve not said two words to the ranger.  I do not know those two.”

Fluteria continued her dance, only it there was a tinge of awe in her movements.  

Mithil nodded, “yes, the angel… who can say about such beings?  Both male and female and divine… wait… Fluteria….”

The butterfly stopped in mid dance, looking nervous.  If a butterfly could blush…

Mithil laughed out loud, the first noise the group at the fire could hear.  She returned her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “reeeaAALLYYY?!  How very interesting!  You have a thing for the intersex angel?!”

The butterfly swooped up and landed on Mithil’s nose, making Mithil’s eyes cross.  Her chittering was audible, “no!  I just find her and him beautiful!”  The butterfly flew back to Mithil’s palm in a huff.

“Flute, you are sulking!  I’m only kidding.  I do not care if she is intersex… but she’s an angel and she’s…,” Mithil struggled for a way to say this last bit delicately, “somewhat larger than you.”

Fluteria stomped out two words, "Not sulking!”

Mithil laughed lovingly, “you know, Flute, you have a ways to progress before any being other than me would even be able to talk with you.   Are you not content to be mine?”

The wizard conjured a bit more heat to warm her friend, “and I do love you.”

Fluteria pantomimed being torn in half.

Mithil grimaced because the pantomime was so realistic, “Okay, okay, don’t’ do that!  You know I hate it when you do that.” 

Mithil considered her words, “Fluteria, you are my only friend in this world.  I will work to become a better wizard so we can find a solution.  You have my word.”

Mithil hesitated before considering, “but, dear friend, what is it you want?  Is it this angel?  Or is it more?”

Fluteria’s dance was expansive of her hopes and dreams.  It lasted for a full five minutes.  Mithil found herself speechless, silently weeping, and burying them both in her overlarge robes.  It was a private moment they would never share.  She said the words to match the dance.

“You want another metamorphosis... you want to be my equal, not familiar. . .”  

“You want to love me from a point of independence; where that might lead you do not know any more than the rest of us.  You want a full life….. you said more but my words are not as expressive as your dance little beauty.”

They both sat in their own version of silence for half an hour before Mithil spoke.

“Fluteria Brealshil, I promise you this,” Mithil said these words formally and the words took on a power of their own, more than a simple promise between friends.

The butterfly hovered in front of Mithil’s face, gazing with hope, as Mithil continued.

“I will work for your next metamorphism.  Nothing is more important to me.   I will do all that can be done but it will take time.”

The little being circled Mithil’s face with inaudible, fluid, whoops of joy.  Her fluttering wings kissed Mithil’s face.

“Fluteria Brealshil, there is more.”   Mithil looked stern, “and you know what you have to do?”

Fluturia chittered, “not” and then feigned a death spiral falling back to Mithil’s pale palm.  Fluteria was motionless on her back.

Mithil grimaced at the realism of the dance “yes! You must not die and this is no joke!  Stay alive so you are more intelligent with age and I have more to help you with.  I KNOW if you aged without progress that would be a loss.  But listen, dear friend.  Just stay alive.  That’s all I ask.   Even if I appear to die, save yourself.  You must live so another can complete my promise.   I will write a note as soon as possible to my Aunt so there can be another if I fall.”

With that somber note, Fluteria nestled into her sleeping pouch, a caged construct designed so that Mithil could not accidently crush her friend, and the two drifted to sleep bonded together.

Return to the temple of evil ECL 5: Factoteum 1, Duskblade 3 , Warblade 1,Entry#6

After body bagging all hostile lifeforms from within the temple and ending the ball set up by the king ,our crew proceeded to search the outside remaining buildings.

The beat-down home looking like it was caved in was inhabited by some hostiles that missed out on the party in the temple. Being rather cautious and sometimes over predicting the enemies' strength I assumed the multiple sets of eyes and coordinated attacks may have been a bBeholder. How wrong was I! Once our mercenary and the cleric decided to tag team a trap door within the home and I half busting my ass on a 10 ft drop, trying to spear whatever was shooting at me from a hole below, , we found a scared hobgoblin family trying to survive.

Man were the fighter and I pissed she was sprayed by fire and I , by i some overseeing force cursed me not to be able to make a simple 10 ft drop as a grown man . I mean come on, as a kid I used to hop out of tower windows like that and not get a scratch . I swear something other than the Mighty Wombat is trying to oversee our demise and heartaches. After all this bullshit and the bad reception we received from the temple there had to be some sort of compensation. Asking for some question in regards as what to expect in the half destroyed tower I received a response in half broken common ;slaves ,pets, and more guards. Supposedly none human , wanting some compensation I snatched at the goblin with the crossbow for his magical shit in his pocket . Puling out a gold armband and a potion i threw back the gold item and took the potion as compensation for bodily harm towards me for this whole trip. I am no thief I just belief in rightful retribution and proper compensation for troubles whether you give me what I deem appropriate as to what I went through is another story, but I am no thief just honorable quester that should be rewarded in proper value .

Heading towards the tower I volunteer to bust down the door at an angle with my executioner mace. And Baamz once again a shit ton of of hobgoblin homemade spears came out flying. Once I was able to get in after the initial barrage I yelled ."Put your arms down for we have your king and no harm will come to him , you are defeated." That diplomatic attempt failed, yet people think I am over the top or barbaric in my method ; well I tried , guess they learned for real that I was quite serious that they were defeated before the fight began especially afterward when my mace/ sword was wearing a goblin costume. After that sullying mess one of the goblins that I pursued upstairs went into a mental break down and tried to reach my feet. I thought it must be a last suicide attempt with another flask , so I backed away, then I thought I am protected from minor flames .Thus I lifted my foot at a distance for him to kiss . Showing that all fight had left him.I did not mind having a servant , even goblin i do not discriminate on race , but rather on certain ideologies.

So as it seemed that the whole tower was cleared with a huge shit room (literally) I thought , this could not be that well guarded for no reasons even if this is the barracks of some sort. I put to use my new pawn "(can t remember his name) Find me where are the shiny or the good stuff" So after shuffling through shit trying to unlock a trap door everyone else soon followed and descended into a room where it would be a perfect opportunity of rest. Since the choke point of any enemies would be limited and easily  picked off. After almost a whole day in that shit hole and bathing done we continued on with my new knave. Going through tunnels and pulling ourselves out of a hole into the forest near Nulb we knew we were about south of the temple so we moved north. Encountered some Ogres that wanted a meal , the cleric thought that they had invited us over to break bread. More like breaking bones ,yet it was their bones and marrows that twisted, curled , and bowed before our onslaught of fiery fireballs, ball busting blows , and medieval brutality on their bitch asses. I swear creatures around are so violent , however evil , they say my Uncle Icelus the first as a death knight is, he sure is more polite and more willing to have tea time and know-how to live than all these living beings around regular non-necropolitic towns. Anyhow when returned to the temple we searched it for 3 days to no avail and teleported / gated back to town to deliver the prisoners to freedom and the king to ready to pick his fate upon his awakening.

The Wombat allowed us rather easy foes this time around and has procured me with a little bit of a following may he see my leadership skills be able to handle more of a crowd to give him praise and honor my family's name .Or even better, to return them to serve them directly or indirectly under the Black Parade , on that fateful day when the damned shall march to reclaim what all mortal life will have to be subjugated under, realistically or metaphorically speaking .. Death Or... Undeath .

Free City of Greyhawk (stats)

The Free City of Greyhawk
Metropolis
Population: 69,500
GP Limit: 100,000 gp
Assets: 347,500,000 gp
City Guard: 695
Ready Militia: 3,475

DM Entry: Mistletoe as Divine Focus

The following material has been added to the Aryathan Jiil Classes and Prestige Classes book. The spell has been added to the Aryathan Jiil Libram of Magic IV. 

Also recently, all 4 of the Librams of Magic have been updated to make the formatting the same across all four of those books, and about a dozen or so new spells have been added to book 4. Additionally, a new Index has been made that includes all of the spells from the four Librams, this helps me to know what spells have already been updated, but you may find it useful if you need to know where you found a spell in one of the Librams.

Divine Focus: The default divine focus for a druid or ranger is a sprig of mistletoe or holly. –Player’s Handbook.

Holly and Mistletoe: Sprigs of holly and mistletoe are used by druids as the default divine focus for druid spells. Druids can easily find these plants in wooded areas and then harvest sprigs from them essentially for free. –Player’s Handbook.

Below are some new optional divine foci for druids and rangers, as well as how to harvest them.

Barrowed Mistletoe: Any mistletoe not personally harvested by you. Using barrowed mistletoe as a divine focus for one of your spells reduces the duration to 50% of normal (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells), and reduces the range to 75% of normal (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for Touch, Personal, or 0-ft spells). The saving throw penalties (if any) stack.

Greater Mistletoe: Greater mistletoe must be harvested personally on Midsummer’s Eve, cut with a gold or silver sickle or the touchsickle spell, and caught in a golden bowl (worth at least 100 gp) before it touches the ground. Mistletoe that is harvested in any other way is considered normal mistletoe, sometimes referred to as “lesser mistletoe”. Using greater mistletoe as a divine focus for one of your spells increases its duration to 125% of normal (or +1 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells).

Holly: Using holly as a divine focus for one of your spells reduces the duration to 50% of normal (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells), and reduces the range to 75% of normal (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for Touch, Personal, or 0-ft spells), and reduces the area to 75% of normal (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for Effect or Target spells). The saving throw penalties (if any) stack.

Oak Leaves: Using holly as a divine focus for one of your spells reduces the duration to 50% of normal (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells), and reduces the range to 50% of normal (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for Touch, Personal, or 0-ft spells), and reduces the area to 50% of normal (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for Effect or Target spells). The saving throw penalties (if any) stack.

Harvesting: A druid’s or ranger’s divine focus cannot be found within a spell component pouch. Rather, you must harvest your own, or barrow someone else’s divine focus. In no circumstance can you use a purchased divine focus to cast a druid or ranger spell. To harvest divine foci, you simple make a normal Survival check to hunt and forage (see the Survival skill description in the Player’s Handbook) and then roll on the table below to determine if you have harvested any and what kind you have found. Every serving of food and water your check indicates also produces an equal amount of divine foci chances. Thus if you rolled a 12, you would sustain 2 people with food and water, and also produce two rolls on the table below, each result representing a single divine focus for a single casting of a spell.

How Many Do I Have For My New Character? Any new character (regardless of the character’s level) may roll 10 times on the table below. Thereafter you must forage for additional divine foci during game play.

Chance of Finding	Divine Focus	Duration	Range	Area
01-10	None	—	—	—
11-50	Oak Leaves	50% (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells)	50% (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for Touch, Personal, or 0-ft spells)	50% (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for Effect or Target spells)
60-85	Holly	50% (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells)	75% (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for Touch, Personal, or 0-ft spells)	75% (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for Effect or Target spells)
—	Barrowed Mistletoe	50% (or -2 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells)	75% (or -1 to the spell’s save DC for Touch, Personal, or 0-ft spells)	—
86-00	Mistletoe	—	—	—
—	Greater Mistletoe	125% (or +1 to the spell’s save DC for instantaneous or permanent spells)	—	—

Touchsickle

Updated from Dragon 164, AD&D 2^nd edition.

Transmutation

Level: Druid 2, Ranger 2

Components: V, S

Casting Time: 1 standard action

Range: Personal

Target: You

Duration: 1 round/level

            One of your hands becomes a sickle. It only requires a touch attack to damage a target and strikes as a magic weapon (although it has no enhancement bonus to attack or damage rolls). You may use touchsickle to harvest greater mistletoe as if it were a gold or silver sickle.

Return to the temple of evil ECL 5: Factoteum 1, Duskblade 3 , Warblade 1,Entry#5

   Returning from town having done our shopping with my motley crew accompanied with a new fighter mercenary because of the dangers of the road ahead may yield, we re off to The temple of Evil. Having way overslept on the carriage back to Nulb , we are at the gates of the temple of evil. Greeted by a  big party of hobgoblins to be the welcome comittee right after the gate just awaiting our splendid arrival. Just eager to serve us a most undesired cocktail of death with a minor rain of spears ,disoriented charges along warcry, with the usual swinging of weapons everywhere in disaray , they eventual drink upon their own blood . In reality it may have been their own death they were throwing this party for.

   After a brief waltz with these furry little goblins, we continue to the huge double doors of the cathedral . The cleric proceeds to knock upon expecting a proper welcoming to a ball or perhaps a banquet since the hobgoblin knew how to throw a reception he must of expected some kind of automated etiquettes, even from these beings. Just like I did in a ghost town in Nulb I expected a ghostly drink at a ghostly bar and thus extended my hand out and awaited for a cool juice from the beyond. Sadly ,that poor soul must of lost his manners on the way betwixt life and death cause a drink I did not receive. So I can definitively understand why the cleric knocked on the door; we expect a certain amount of "know how" and respect even from enemies or most unexpected places that ALL life forms/beyond should JUST know.

   Well ,after a rude wait of them not coming to the door we just decided to let ourselves in. Damn little creatures or whatever the hell else was in the temple now I'm getting a little flustered that I had to strain to get that BIG ASS door opened. And it shall soon develop into a crescendo of anger what I initially felt at the door . But wait, inside this luscious blasphemously ornamented cathedral there goes the second round of the committee and this time they brought (let me make a name for it out of nowhere ) a baby Kong !Aka a Dire Ape . Man, I thought this might be a little tougher , they upped their game though in comparison to outside. Well that dance was done with a little more crispy and volley of flying shooting goblins after being hit by our mage's fire ball , wheezing and whoaing every where. The Kong gave us so hard knocks with his good tango but still we endured it and came out as the parties' champions once again.

   Searching around for clues in this desecrated / defecated upon place ,where the goblins seemed to have made it their home , we found nothing of interest halfway through the building. Their were curtains though and so the mage sent out her butterfly to see what was awaiting us behind. More entertainment I assume,treasures, demons with promises, or just more Goblins setting up another show or type of guest dance . Well, after the butterfly HAD confirmed there were other life forms behind it, the kobold on our end went to investigate further. He came running back saying get ready .
Yes, and this time it was the curtain call folks, it was the king and his unholy patriarch court that had set up this bizarre party wanting us to  give him acknowledgement of his warm welcome . He invited us to dance to his fugue I believe .A most bizarre thing it was but indeed this whole journal in general was weird.

   I knew he wanted acknowledgement of his warm welcome committee and wanted us to give thanks and perhaps he would have served us an easier dance to step to . But no, I could not forgive him, not because of the rains of javelins, the slew of subjects he threw against us, not the baby kong bonking me on the head during the Tango, or even his rude ass invisible right hand goblin trying to smack a drink out of my hand drinking uninvited in front of his king. Even he had his reasons.My anger was aimed because these fools did not let us in  when the cleric knocked . Unforgivable! With epic swirling of ice storm ,invisble jokers left and right, the king displaying his double sided blade dance work, cleric reciting shit and my fluid dodges while being angry at the king I finally sundered him.

   I shall drag him along to give us safety to traps, interrogate him, turn him in the authorities for a reward, or even make him our servants until he has learnt all sorts of proper manners . Unlike his fellow servants who all went to see their deity on the other side he shall know no respite of the sort .He was the king and thus should have known better to let his guest in when politely knocked especially after besting his first group of greeters. THAT is WHY he shall not die quite yet.
May the Wombat be pleased and teach this cretin a lesson not only to be a king but from the lowest place all must spawn to become great, he either never knew it or forgot his base roots of humbleness. Always in manners for the Wombat.

Temple of...AHH GHOST!!:Par'Tang Kobold Ranger 4: First

   Some humans person handed Par'Tang a book and told Par'Tang to write anything Par'Tang wanted to. So Par'Tang decide to write Par'Tangs experiences since getting to town. Par'Tang was just minding his own business when some rude humans person grabbed up Par'Tang saying something about how all kobolds should just die. While par'Tang was being tied up another humans person with a shiny badge on his (Par'Tang thinks Male, sometimes Par'Tang not sure) jacket helped save Par'Tang. Several days later and Par'Tang decides to join the shiny badge people. They welcome Par'Tang cause Par'Tang is willing to do anything that allows humans persons to like Par'Tang. Par'Tang wont get into details but Par'Tang spends two moons cleaning and doing the, what Par'Tang refers to as slave labor, while Par'Tang trains to become a shiny badge carrier. And then Par'Tang finally gets his chance and impresses the Big shiny badge man. Par'Tang was really weak when Par'Tang first came to this town of Hommet? Hommell? Hommant? Par'Tang just call Cold town. So Par'Tang is happy when Big shiny badge man think Par'Tang strong enough to do the job. No more cleaning for Par'Tang.

   Several days later Par'Tang finds white shaggy dog all alone in ally. Par'Tang takes pity on the mutt and feeds and cleans the dog up. Par'Tang is only 2 half tall, the dog is a big dog. Par'Tang takes to training the dog like a mount so Par,Tang thinks this is a good idea, maybe Par'tang can keep up with the mounted Badge humans.

   Par'Tang has been walking the streets for a long time now to keep the peace, but its hard, humans persons don't like kobold. A fire happens at some important building, Par'Tang runs over to where its going on and meets up with fellow shiny badge holders. Only to be thrust into this random adventurer party. Par'Tang is not really welcome as they will not let Par'Tang take on any responsibility like night watch. Par'Tang thinks big shiny badge man was wrong to make Par'Tang accompany these adventurers. Soon as they are ready Par'Tang and the rest of them head out. Par'Tang finds out were going to the Temple of Evil -shiver-, just thinking about going there gives Par'Tang chills.

   It's foggy, freezing and snowing when the party leaves. Par'Tang rides trusty war dog, Butt Warmer, and takes point. Night approaches uneventfully after the first 8 hours of riding, Par'Tang's butt is sore. Never has Par'Tang ridden so long. The first night Par'Tang volunteers to take first watch, but they have a creepy thing that doesn't sleep take watch all night. It doesn't do a very good job cause Par'Tang suddenly wakes up with Acid all over his body and his Butt Warmer is critically injured. But Par'Tang pulls through and has a sudden Idea, Maybe Par'Tang can train one of these giant beetle looking things like Par'Tang did Par'Tang's Butt Warmer. No, Par'Tang now knows that was a bad idea and will not put it in Par'Tangs book in-case someone reads it. Many days and nights and Fights Pass, and at some point it stopped snowing and cleared up, by till we get to a town called Nulb (Par'Tang thinks this is a dumb name). It is creepy dark and doesn't get bright in the day, Par'Tang happy that day no longer hurts Par'Tang's eyes. What does Par'Tangs new friends first think is a good idea? They scout inside the town. Par'Tang thinks we should just scout through town, but someone says yolo and enters the 'best looking' building and Par'Tang encounters something that gives Par'Tang quite a fright. Par'Tang goes upstairs and finds things floating and spinning around the room. Then black smokey thing attacks Par'Tang as Par'Tang retreats down the stairs. All of Par'Tangs training means nothing. Par'Tang can't hurt either of these things. Cleric humans person destroys them with his mighty chanting. Par'Tang Finds shiny earrings after fight. Some kind of Discussion takes place and Par'Tang finds Par'Tang's self riding Par'Tang's Butt Warmer through a shimmering portal of scaryness back to Cold Town. Par'Tang is going to stop writing now.

Return to the temple of Bitches : ECL 4 Eladrin 4 Azoquel Entry #1

     It was Waterday, the 25th of Suneebb when I was summoned to join your clan. They were alone... in the darkness, their cleric had gone astray and no healing magic was to be had. Leeless knelt down secretly when no one was looking and prayed to the Gods for a miracle. That's when I got the letter. Someone down in an outer realm needed help... Damn, I thought I could at least make it though this Netflix series before I had to go to work. Nonetheless, I put on my work clothes, a hefty 31 points between my Masterwork studded leather armor, Masterworks greatsword and the very trusty Colt .45, it is a lot to carry, especially for someone who thought they would be spending the day watching Netflix. 
     So, a little about me, it is hard, especially at parties. I am an Intersex Ghale. I don"t sleep, I don't eat. I pretty much get put at guard so the the rest of my team can give me a blasting migraine with their constant snoring and mumbling in their sleep...don't even get me started on the flatulence. I wish to retrace my journeys thus far with them although the memories seem a bit foggy. What a group of simpleton I have landed upon for this time.
     OK so here is how I found myself...Darkness. Really??? Neither of you had a candle or anything? Think people! So there we were in the ass of some God, at the bottom end. Magically you asked to go up the there we were. You ate magical fruit from the God who previously had trapped you in it's ass without question. I have my piece and am still holding onto it, watching if anything suspicious happens to either of you before I partake. 
     After the darkness all I really remember was riding on the back of a cart driven by two horses with one horse following behind. The snow on the ground drew a lot of my attention for the drive and I don't remember much until we arrived at the town of Homlett and the "Welcome Wench" a local tavern and Inn. Here it was we stabled our horses and left the incapacitated ranger within the local stable aside from the inn. W all tried to get Leeless to stay behind but he insisted and we gave in. This was our undoing, the damn fool is unstable or something. Why always with the interrogations or torture? Why can't he understand sometimes you just need to be nice. Gil and Mithyl get it they wanted to leave him in the stable with the mage but nope a tavern was to be has and him with his drinking and all insisted to come with us. That was a mistake.
     So anyway, after talking to the barkeep and trying to talk with the bard we got nothing so after a meal and me sneaking a loaf of bread into my pack we headed for our room. It was a simple room, two beeds, two chests and a chair and table with a window facing toward the snow covered street. After stuffing Gil into one of the chests Leeless and Mithyl went to the beds and me...on watch. I heard them snore and watched them drool, exhausted from our former journey. Some of them said things in their sleep which I wish not to repeat. Then a noise, 
like footsteps approaching...I listened on at the distance no far down the hallway, someone is coming.
     Before I could wake the others they were there at the door, the barkeep we had spoken with who rented us our room and another soul in the hallway, covered by her greatness and grandeur. It didn't start off well but ended in blood and we escaped and they lay dead. After arguing what to do next we stuffed their bodies in the chest, searched the Inn and headed into the cold, we didn't know where the hell we were going because no one had thought to buy a map. These tales I will give you later because we basically walked in a fucking circle. I mean damn it's 27 degrees outside and we are walking in a motherfucking circle because no one bought a fucking map. 
     After discovering our mage and horses were gone we somehow ended up at a flour mill. It was on fire. This was our one lead to the cult which knew about the creepy fruit giving God and they weren't talking. Instead they were involved in the basement in some incantation which we interrupted. After a questionable outcome we slayed them, although I had to drop my Colt in the process, remind me to go back for that if you can. We all made it out alive and they fell... what to happen next? No idea. I do know one thing, write this down or grab a map for soon perhaps that voice which towers in the heavens may soon stop telling you answers or... buy a map. 
     In no particular order...
#4 Welcome Wench Inn
#20 Waynright (wheel shop)
#16 Old town hall 
#8 tailor
#7 weavers
#6 old trading post
#3 church of St. Comfort
# 2 temple of Paylor
#1 temple of Alana
#10 brewery
#19 Telnas kitchen (catering)
#11 teamster (wagon, horses, stabling)
#14 the sage (researcher)
#25 potions and elixers
#15 scroll maker
#24 milk market
#9 stables
#23 shergans earthenware
#5 Tarigans (Inn)
#22 potter

      Excuse me for any misspellings but my common languages are celestial, infernal and draconic. Of course, I understand all when spoken, as I possess tongues, yet my writing is not so great. I hope to see what comes of this journey. Leeless spoke of dragons in his sleep. The future may yet be entertaining.