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ID: fl1rL6L9/qst/6257893#6267134
6/29/2025, 3:18:45 AM
Rolled 100, 90, 91 = 281 (3d100)
>>6267088
>>6267094
Alchemist Kroft marches you over to the catacomb checkpoint, where the city guards manage traffic in and out of the Low Ward. The torchlight gleams off his worn spectacles as he grumbles, “This is my new assistant. I want a gatherer’s permit for him.”
The guard squints at you, then shrugs. “Paperwork?”
Kroft produces a folded, stained parchment bearing his sigil. The guard looks it over, then nods, scribbling your name into a battered ledger before handing you a small wax-stamped permit.
“Don’t lose it,” the guard warns.
Kroft turns to you, handing over a list of essential potions he expects you to help restock:
Healing Balm for cuts and scrapes
Blood Stopper Paste
Minor Infection Cleanser
Lung-Clearing Syrup
Fever Reducer Draught
Anti-Parasite Tincture
He also rattles off the forest-gathered components needed for each, scratching them into a slip of parchment:
Healing Balm
Marrowleaf
Softmoss
Oak resin
Blood Stopper Paste
Ironwort
Crushed crow petals
Pine tar
Minor Infection Cleanser
Yellow cohosh
Bitterroot
Thorn apple bark
Lung-Clearing Syrup
Balsam flower
Hollowgrass
Wild anise seeds
Fever Reducer Draught
Frostmint
Sweet elderflower
Willow bark
Anti-Parasite Tincture
Quillvine
Saltberry
Wild garlic bulbs
He pats you on the shoulder. “Claire here will show you what’s what.”
Claire, a wiry young woman with a street-tough grin, gives you a nod. “Come on,” she says, tossing you a gathering basket.
When you reach the entrance to the catacombs, the guard on duty eyes you both. “Ah, Claire — bringing new blood today? Watch he doesn’t get bit by the undead, like the last one.”
You blink. “What happened to the last one?”
Claire shrugs, looking faintly uncomfortable. “It happens too often,” she sighs. “I hope it doesn’t happen to you.”
You pass through the checkpoint and leave the city, emerging into the shadow of the forest. Claire takes you along narrow trails, pointing out each herb carefully.
“These aren’t too rare,” she explains, “but we need a lot of them to keep up.”
After hours of gathering together, you and Claire split up to cover more ground.
Not long after, you hear a sudden scream — raw and panicked. You race toward the sound and find a mob of shambling undead clawing through the brush, two of them already gripping Claire by the arms as she struggles.
What will you do?
> Charge the undead with your gathering knife to cut them off of Claire
> Throw rocks and branches to distract the horde
> Set fire to dry leaves nearby to drive them away
> Try to circle around quietly and pull Claire free
> Shout for help, hoping other gatherers or guards are close enough to hear
> There’s too many, run for your life
> Write in
In any case, roll 3d100. The DC will depend on what you do, but will be between 30-70, unless you want to solo the horde with your fists or something equally ridiculous.
>>6267088
>>6267094
Alchemist Kroft marches you over to the catacomb checkpoint, where the city guards manage traffic in and out of the Low Ward. The torchlight gleams off his worn spectacles as he grumbles, “This is my new assistant. I want a gatherer’s permit for him.”
The guard squints at you, then shrugs. “Paperwork?”
Kroft produces a folded, stained parchment bearing his sigil. The guard looks it over, then nods, scribbling your name into a battered ledger before handing you a small wax-stamped permit.
“Don’t lose it,” the guard warns.
Kroft turns to you, handing over a list of essential potions he expects you to help restock:
Healing Balm for cuts and scrapes
Blood Stopper Paste
Minor Infection Cleanser
Lung-Clearing Syrup
Fever Reducer Draught
Anti-Parasite Tincture
He also rattles off the forest-gathered components needed for each, scratching them into a slip of parchment:
Healing Balm
Marrowleaf
Softmoss
Oak resin
Blood Stopper Paste
Ironwort
Crushed crow petals
Pine tar
Minor Infection Cleanser
Yellow cohosh
Bitterroot
Thorn apple bark
Lung-Clearing Syrup
Balsam flower
Hollowgrass
Wild anise seeds
Fever Reducer Draught
Frostmint
Sweet elderflower
Willow bark
Anti-Parasite Tincture
Quillvine
Saltberry
Wild garlic bulbs
He pats you on the shoulder. “Claire here will show you what’s what.”
Claire, a wiry young woman with a street-tough grin, gives you a nod. “Come on,” she says, tossing you a gathering basket.
When you reach the entrance to the catacombs, the guard on duty eyes you both. “Ah, Claire — bringing new blood today? Watch he doesn’t get bit by the undead, like the last one.”
You blink. “What happened to the last one?”
Claire shrugs, looking faintly uncomfortable. “It happens too often,” she sighs. “I hope it doesn’t happen to you.”
You pass through the checkpoint and leave the city, emerging into the shadow of the forest. Claire takes you along narrow trails, pointing out each herb carefully.
“These aren’t too rare,” she explains, “but we need a lot of them to keep up.”
After hours of gathering together, you and Claire split up to cover more ground.
Not long after, you hear a sudden scream — raw and panicked. You race toward the sound and find a mob of shambling undead clawing through the brush, two of them already gripping Claire by the arms as she struggles.
What will you do?
> Charge the undead with your gathering knife to cut them off of Claire
> Throw rocks and branches to distract the horde
> Set fire to dry leaves nearby to drive them away
> Try to circle around quietly and pull Claire free
> Shout for help, hoping other gatherers or guards are close enough to hear
> There’s too many, run for your life
> Write in
In any case, roll 3d100. The DC will depend on what you do, but will be between 30-70, unless you want to solo the horde with your fists or something equally ridiculous.
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