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Never-vember: Day 5

Day 5: An embarrassing situation during an adventure

Khelgar and his aide make their way to the mage’s tower. Conferring with the Keep’s archmage, they collect divination reports to be reviewed later (and compared with the scouting reports) at the weekly strategy meeting. They also review the stocks of potions and other alchemical mixtures the wizards have been working on.

A few wizards have been doing some more mundane work to magically improve their basic tools, such as enchanting shovels to be less heavy and pickaxes to be slightly sharper. While some of the mages had previously grumbled about this being ‘drudgery for hedgemages and apprentices‘, their efforts had significantly improved the speed and effectiveness of the Keep’s construction projects. Projects that were essential to rebuilding Neverwinter in the aftermath of the Shadow War.

“Excuse me Knight-Captain!” A young bright-eyed mage called out to the duo as they were about to leave and spoke at excitedly rapid pace. “If I might have merely the briefest moment of your time, I have been working on a project that may be of great interest to the Keep. It may significantly improve the speed of the construction projects, far greater than the mundane efforts my colleagues have been assigned with the workers’ tools! If I may, I would love the opportunity to discuss it with you.”

Khelgar looks at his aide. She looks down to check her daily itinerary.

“We are slightly ahead of schedule sir. We can spare a moment here.”

Khelgar give a nod in thanks before turning his attention back to the mage.

“Alright, what have ye got?”

The mage grins widely before escorting the duo to their corner of the tower.

“This way, this way!” They say excitedly.

The trio arrive to see a mechanical amalgam of metal and wood, assembled into roughly the shape of a person. Standing slightly below Khelgar’s height, the figure stood motionless near a workbench cluttered with an array of tools.

“I was inspired by tales of modrons from a passing planeswalker. Fascinating creatures to be sure! Regardless, I started building an automaton. It’s still in the early stages, but I envision it can work with the laborers to help in several specialized functions. Due to the alchemical lubricant and several enchantments, this machine can dig faster than a laborer. Despite it’s diminutive size, it’s stronger than all but the greatest warriors so it can lift stone or rubble. And it’s highly durable!”

“It’s far too time-consuming and resource-intensive to make enough automatons to replace the entire labor force, but I can make a few of them. They can be used for particularly dangerous construction such as dealing with a decrepit and collapsing building, or digging in a dangerous mineshaft.”

The mage beams with an eager and excited pride.

“Well what do you think, Knight-Captain?”

Khelgar thought back to the last time an excitable person spoke at length about a magically mechanized construct.

“Don’t worry Khelgar! I’ll remember the command word soon!”

Khelgar chased the Construct around the Keep’s circular basement chamber, as Grobnar shouted and Kistrel looks on with a blank - but seemingly amused and bemused - expression.

Khelgar panted as he ran after the animated suit of armor.

“Ye tell that walking pile o’ scrap to give me back my trousers, or I’ll throw ye off the battlements, ye balmy bard!”

Khelgar abandoned the memory and examined the machine for a moment before turning back to the mage.

“Make sure ye work with the foreman an’ clear it with ‘em before ye do anythin’. And make sure ye have multiple ways to shut it off, in case of an emergency.”

“Start by tryin’ one out and see how it works. If it’s good, make a few more. If not, then it was a good try but get back to magically enchantin’ tools.”

Khelgar give a nod.

“Ye did good, spellslinger. Keep it up, an’ maybe one day ye can be an archmage yerself.”

Compliments to mages didn’t come naturally to the Knight-Captain, but he knew that sometime leaders need to encourage their followers. It was a lesson he learned from watching his predecessor during the Shadow War.

He gestures to his aide. “Come on, let’s get going. We’ve been running ‘round the Keep all day, and I could use some lunch at the Phoenix Tail Inn.

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NWN Discord discussion led to imagining NWN2 Companions singing bohemian rhapsody while traveling:

grobnar singing it while riding on construct’s shoulder. khelgar absolutely belting it out, elanee singing harmony

Bishop: “Just killed a man~ Put an arrow to his head, let the string go, now he’s dead~”

KC going “I don’t wanna diiiieeee! sometimes wish i’d never been born at aaaaaaall!”

Casavir doing “BISMILLAH NOOOO” and Sand singing high “Let him goooo!”

BONUS:

“MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Neeshka: UwU

god i wish this was an animation

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NWN2 companions as DnD players

Kelgar: Always picks a martial class, always, and forgets that you can do more than fight in dnd.
Neeshka: Genuinely wants to have fun, and enjoys getting into mischief, but it's not malicious. Looooves getting loot, no matter the means.
Elanee: That one person at the table who thought too much about their character's backstory, tries too hard to make a middle ground for the other players.
Qara: That one player who's out to annoy people at the table, either a brilliant troll or a pure asshole, usually kicked out of groups by the DM in the first 4 sessions.
Grobnar: The one everyone loves at the table, sucks in fights but makes some awesome, memorable roleplay.
Casavir: The KING of goody twoshoes, while the character equates do being the typical arthurian hero, also seems disinterested in the game.
Bishop: The edgy broody teen boy who tries to seduce women and look like a bad boy, unsuccessfully.
Shandra: Has issues at home and tries to compensate with a tough character, but it's clear she cares about the people at the table. Protect at all costs.
Sand: Has memorized the MM, DMG, PHB, SCAG, Volo's and lord knows what else, thinks he's better than everyone else at the table and shows it.
Zhjaeve: Loooves the less popular characters, and a bit of a homebrewer. Nonetheless, takes everything seriously, and wants to finish things quickly.
Construct: this fellow wanted to play an earth elemental, a warforged, or a robot. Doesn't talk or rp much, but pulls off sweet moves in combat.
Ammon: Full force emo, probably listens to disturbed or avenged sevenfold when not playing dnd, does some messed up stuff in game.
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The basement is leaky again, and guess who is tasked with getting rid of all of the water? [sigh]

Oh, stop your whining! Can’t you just enchant a mop or something?

Traditionally, enchanting mops is not a good idea. There’s something…

Why, Safiya, that is

genius. However, I would like you to be careful - it is a giant murder golem, after all, and it would make my day considerably worse to find you impaled on its arm.

"Naturally it’s genius," Safiya smiles at him. "And impalement I suspect impalement would have a worse effect on my day than yours. I’ll ask the gnome to be on standby - I may need the control words to alter the enchantment, depending on the underlying mechanisms - how much of the Illefarn infrastructure remains and how much he’s altered…"

"Of course!" Grobnar burbles cheerfully. "I’m always pleased to introduce Construct to new friends! He’s a bit shy, I think, doesn’t say much, but he’s a good golem - aren’t you, Construct, who’s a good golem? Who’s a good golem who’s going to learn how to mop?"

The Construct clanks at him.

"So, Construct, this is Safiya, she’s a Red Wizard - but don’t be scared of her, she seems nice - and she’ll be teaching you how to mop things, isn’t that exciting? Safiya, this is Construct, and he’s very good at hitting things and very ornamental."

"If you need the control words…" Grobnar motions her to bend down so he can whisper in her ear, "they’re nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.”

Sand rolled his eyes as the gnome went to town introducing Safiya to the golem. It wasn't as though the golem could understand his jibbering - it was a construct designed to make bloody chunks of everyone, not a pet. Briefly, he wondered how the gnome lasted this long without getting stabbed and ripped to shreds...

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