《Wayfinder》Day 22: Ratcatchers in Belrond
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El wakes up to being jostled and shaken. His eyes pop open as he stares at the purple scaled kobolds wide with fear. The kobold puts a finger to his lips letting El know to be quiet and to wait. In the distance, a Rooster crows. Kib looks in the direction of the sound as his tail swishes defensively.
“That’s a Rooster.” El states blinking away the drowziness that still clung to him
“Shut up! You want it to hear us?” Kib hisses.
“You know what. Let’s go see it.” El hops off his bed.
“What? No! I can’t.” Kib shrinks into himself.
“Nope, go down the ladder.” El guides him down.
The two leave the barn. El grabs a bag of grain before they walk into the village. They head to the side of the first house closest to Arkin’s. They approach a penned-in area, El walks behind Kib, loops his arms under his shoulders raising him up, and places him inside the pen without a second thought.
“Hey wait, what are you… AGHHHHH!!!” Kib turns and grabs at the top of the fence with his claws beginning to pull himself back out.
“Whoa, hey, they're just chickens,” El says calmly as dozens of chickens strut about, bobbing their heads, looking at the kobold.
“What are chickens!?” Kib hangs onto the top of the fence glaring at El.
“Basically what you are to dragons; they are to Rocs.” El reaches over and pats the head of a chicken.
“Hmmm.” Kib distrustfully and hesitantly lets himself back down in the middle of a swarm of chickens.
“Hold out your hands.” El asks Kib.
The kobold does so and the field hand pours some grain into his hands and then in a circle around him. The chickens swarm and a few peck grain out of his open palms. Kib laughs and looks over at El. The field hands rests against the fence with his drowsy eyes half closed and a listless smile plastered on his face.
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They don’t spend much more time there before Kib heads to his mine and El heads back to Arkin’s farm.
Continued Downtime Event
Rival Farm
DC 20
Profession
7(D20)+11(Skill)=18
Failed by 2
Earn Capital
Result = Silver Earned
20% chance random event
Profession: Farming
1(D20) + 11(Skill) - 10(Rival) =2
59%= No event
Kib’s mine feels more lively with the inclusion of the halfling laborers helping him. They chat, laugh, and even drink some while they work. The kobold appreciates the company and works hard to lead the group of miners before El shows up after his work is done.
Earn Capital
Result = Silver Earned
25% chance random event
Profession: Mining
18(D20)+8(Skill)=26
99%= No event
Passive Income
Laborers
12 Silver
El and Kib are warned by a hunter of some Gobs. The two fight off Goblins and Goblin Dogs that get too close to the Warren. While the five halfling laborers watch and take bets on who kills more. El does.
Gained EXP
El
9300/14000
800 and 600
Kib
5700/7500
After a quick skirmish El retires to the barn and Kib retires to the mine. Kib rolls around in his flower blanket, quickly becoming a kobold burrito.
El enjoys dinner with Arkin and Helen, but by the end of the meal, the two have seen him wince enough times to know something is up. El shows the wounds he is healing from.
Arkin proceeds to scold the field hand while Helen changes his bandages. After enduring the encounter, El retreats to his barn and lays down in his bed. Sleep quickly overtakes him.
Long Rest
Heal 1 x Level
14/25 Health
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