force, cowardice, insecurity, doubt
intense rain/fog/snow
No+
[Bragi, Shikta, Jrue] Hollowgrave
Sailor, Gentle, Lonely, Ward
heroism is in everyday acts of kindness
Sparks ✁
burning, decree, catacomb, holy
priest’s heresy
water poisoned
reflection, obsidian, pinnacle, urn
Loot
23 coins and a pouch of bone dust
Tea tree (essential oil): purification, healing, protection
weathered picket fence, Torn cloth strip used as a bandage
cloth pouch of spice trade permits
bales of hemp
Scriber's Box: non-magical books placed inside are duplicated in a day
a fizzy, purple liquid that smells like week old horse meat that makes the target puke every last thing in their stomach like they'd just drank ipecac. Which they did
Situation
The sound of raised voices and unsheathed swords. A rogue with wry wit sits by a fire, roasting a badger. She is being questioned by the local constable and a small party of volunteers. It seems some prize livestock has gone missing from a lord's stable and the constable is desperate to find ANY guilty party. "A badger... prized livestock?!?" The rogue's wit has embarrassed the constable and he means to make an example of her. She is wanted as a traitor.