Session Date: November 13th, 2025
(Purple text is Mythic rolls/questions, Dark red is D&D 5E rolls)
Scene 2: Finding the Next Adventure
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d10 roll vs Chaos Factor: 5 vs 5 – Altered Scene
Eladrin Season Change for Trineth: Winter, gained proficiency in herbalism kit, disguise kit. Trineth’s hair changes to a stark white as their skin turns to a pale, dusky light gray. Their eyeliner changes to teardrop shapes with heavy black around the eyes.
Morning arrives as I stir from my meditation under the awning of an abandoned shack on the edge of town, close by to the half-orc’s home. I walk back to the house, but find the door locked and the house empty. The half-orc must’ve taken his daughter to a temple, not wanting my help anymore. Can’t say I blame him.
I wander to see what there is to do next.
(“Is there anything different happening in town?” – Yes) (suffering, support)
There is a woman in the middle of town crying and sobbing as she wanders aimlessly, asking anyone who passes for help. (modern, petite) She is a halfling with long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, her clothes are of a standard commoner. She looks to be a seamstress.
I approach the woman and ask what’s wrong. She grasps my wrist, sobbing about something to do with her husband. I ask what’s wrong she means and through her tearful voice, she proclaims that – (“Is the situation the same as the one on the job board about the woman and her husband?” – Yes) – her husband had wrecked her home two nights ago and has vanished. She pleads for any help as she has yet to find something that will do anything. The local guards seem too preoccupied with goblin attacks to bother.
I nod and agree to help her, offering a piece of cloth from my backpack to wipe her eyes and nose. With the destruction of the home and the disappearance at night, I feel this may be a case of lycanthropy. I tell the woman to lead me to her cottage.
Scene End – add halfling woman to list, decrease CF by 1
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Scene 3 – Disaster at Home
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d10 vs CF – 1 vs 4 – Altered Scene
(“Is there someone at the house?” – Yes, “Is it the husband?” – Exceptional No) (strong, casual)
As the halfling woman and I arrive at the cottage in the eastern outskirts of town, a strong-looking (different, scented) centaur druid stands in front. She looks to be (odd, wild) doing some kind of ritual on the home, painting symbols with mud onto the house’s front doorway.
The halfling woman screeches out about ruining her home, jumping up to try swatting the centaur’s hands. Though her short stature just means she swats at air instead.
“Stop, ma’am. Your home is already a mess anyways,” the centaur druid huffs as she lowers down to grab more mud. The halfling woman swats the mud out of her hand in retaliation and straight into the centaur’s face, splatting it onto her nose and forehead. The aggravated halfling huffs with her shoulders up as she turns and stomps inside the house.
As the centaur wipes the mud off her face, I approach her. I tell her my name and ask what hers is (Syllables: Ah, Bee). She says her name is Abby. She is a Circle of Spores druid that happened to be passing through when she felt a strange, natural energy coming from this home. She is using a druidic incantation to see if she could find the source.
Abby has long brown hair with one side fully braided while the other is loose and wild. She has a square face and rugged features with a stocky build. She wears a set of leather armor with leaves and mushrooms decorating the shoulders and chest. Her horse half is a darker chestnut with various bags where a saddle would be on the common horse. A scimitar hangs from her hip and a yew staff sits in leather straps on her back.
I asked if she needed help and told her what the halfling woman said to me.
Charisma Check (Adv., DC 10): 13 – Pass)
She smiles and notes my eladrin features, stating she’d appreciate the help. She says the mud divination is to Detect Disease. She asks if I know Detect Magic.
I do and so she directs me indoors to cast the spell. I walk inside and see a living area and kitchen that are trashed and destroyed. Chairs are broken, pottery has been knocked over and smashed. The house is a complete mess. The halfling woman stands in the kitchen, sobbing again as she picks up some broken pottery.
Perception Check (DC 13) – 2+2 – Fail) Beyond the broken furniture, nothing looks strange or signifies cause.
I cast Detect Magic – (“Does anything have a magical presence in the home?” – Yes) (soft, personal) I wander around the house and notice the bed in the main bedroom, which is mostly unbroken, has a light shimmer of magic residue on the top on one side of the bed.
Perception Check (DC 13) – 14 – Pass. I look closer at the bed and notice a small patch of hair stuck in the bed frame near the side of the bed that is glowing. I grab it. It doesn’t feel like hair from a humanoid, it feels like fur from an animal.
I walk back into the main room and see Abby walk in the front door, shaking her head to denote her spell didn’t work. I walk up to her and show her the patch of hair I found. I also inform her of the magic residue on the bed.
(“Does Abby know what the fur is?” – No)
Abby rolls the fur in her hand, but she shakes her head and says she doesn’t recognize it. I look towards the halfling woman and walk to her, asking her if it’s okay to ask some questions.
She nods solemnly. (“Does the halfling know about any mood changes or patterns from her husband?” – Exceptional Yes)
I ask her about anything she has seen be off about her husband. She thinks for a second and notes that yes, she has. (frantic, possessions) The halfling states her husband has been acting very frantically. Many of his personal possessions he had normally kept up with were getting lost, like a fishing pole and his jacket. I ask when her husband went missing, she states late at night about two nights ago. She was woken up by the sound of breaking furniture, but once she was up, her husband was gone. I asked about the husband’s appearance, she says he is (neat, rustic) a wood elf with brunette hair and of average height.
I thank her for her answers and tell her we will do our best to find her husband. I turn to Abby. “What’s the plan?” I ask. “Should we wait for the husband to return, maybe?”
“No. If he hasn’t returned by now, with the way presumably he thrashed the house, I don’t expect a return. I say we hunt for him, find a trace somewhere outside the house,” Abby states.
Session End
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