2024-11-28 #2
Tiefling sorcerer Phil Cavendish had an unusual Midwinter festival.
Three months ago, to cheer up his depressed mother, he packed his bags and set off for Waterdeep to find his willful older sister and persuade her to come home early—Alice Cavendish.
As an adopted child, Phil’s early years as a street performer had taught him that some people don’t appreciate the happiness they have—that they’d rather leave the comforts of a noble lady’s life to go out on their own.
But it was precisely this willful sister’s insistence that gave the orphan Phil, who had no regular meals on the streets over a decade ago, a warm and comfortable home. Phil’s feelings toward his sister were conflicted.
However, nearly a month of searching had exhausted Phil’s patience. Thinking of this, his anger toward his sister took over. Even! Ahem. Even Alice had chosen to worship Sune. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Without realizing it, he triggered a wild magic surge, and the chaotic power in his blood caused him to flash appear right in front of his sister, whom he was mentally scolding.
—– Partition —–
“Young man,” said the elder, “though you healed my wound, as an elder who has vowed to uphold good and eliminate evil, I must express my opinion: your attire seems inappropriate, especially in a place like the Red Eye Owl.”
“What I wear is none of your business, you lecherous old man! I kindly prayed to Lady Sune to heal you, and now you start lecturing me! You should know…”
When he found his sister, she was arguing with an elderly Aasimar named Allen. But none of that mattered—Phil’s sudden appearance startled them all. A girl wearing fine clothes but obviously out of place was sneaking close to Alice, and she stumbled at the shock, nearly bumping into Phil. The two arguing people didn’t know whom to look at.
“…Phil?” Alice asked, puzzled, looking at the embarrassed Phil.
“Hey! Ready to come home, my dear sister? Mom says she misses you.” Phil managed an awkward but polite smile.
“Don’t talk to me about that now, Philip! Allen, I’ll deal with you later! As for this lady, are you all right?” Alice stood up and helped up the sun elf named Conny, not noticing that she had been trying to pick her pocket.
—– Partition —–
That was the scene two months ago when this four-person party first assembled.
Midwinter festival was imminent. On this day, they planned to go for a stroll; the weather was cold. The four of them simultaneously looked at a gnome stall selling mulled wine nearby. They didn’t yet know what an unusual day this would be…
Recording our first RPG session!
I played Philip Cavendish, a tiefling sorcerer
@playground played Alice Cavendish, a life cleric of Sune
@lxyl played Allen, an Aasimar oath of vengeance paladin
@kony played Conny, a sun elf rogue
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