Eventually the time for the feast arrives and the party is called from its activities. Everyone has come from miles around, eager to meet the new heroes of sword and spell.
You are astonished at the amount of food this hard-luck town has managed to drum up on short notice. It looks like they've been waiting for something to celebrate. There are loaves of freshly baked bread and bowls of whipped butter, sugared almonds, honey-mustard eggs, chillded strawberry soup, pottages, several roast turkeys, bacon pot pies seasoned with sage, fried oranges, and cheese. There are also barrels of spiced wine and rum ready to pour.
At the height of the evening, Sheriff Willowmane produces a line of chests that she's brought out of the castle, which contains the Arkasian relics which she promised the party in exchange for their help.
"Brave Naeris, we present to you this verdant cloak that was crafted by your kin. It should help you stay hidden whenever you want to, both from enemies and just when you need a little privacy." She produces a beautiful forest green cloak.
[ +- ] Cloak of Elvenkind
While you wear this cloak with its hood up, Wisdom (Perception) checks made to see you have disadvantage, and you have advantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks made to hide, as the cloak's color shifts to camouflage you. Pulling the hood up or down requires an action.
With laughter from the town, she hands the tiniest stone to the largest of the heroes.
[ +- ] Luckstone
While this polished agate is on your person, you gain a +1 bonus to ability checks and saving throws.
She presents the gloves in a finely crafted wooden box feels as light as paper.
[ +- ] Gloves of Missile Snaring
These gloves seem to almost meld into your hands when you don them. When a ranged weapon attack hits you while you're wearing them, you can use your reaction to reduce the damage by 1d10 + your Dexterity modifier, provided that you have a free hand. If you reduce the damage to 0, you can catch the missile if it is small enough for you to hold in that hand.
While you wear this cloak with its hood up, Wisdom (Perception) checks made to see you have disadvantage, and you have advantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks made to hide, as the cloak's color shifts to camouflage you. Pulling the hood up or down requires an action.[/spoiler]
"Gentle Alfrey, your heart is the largest in 10 miles. But your armor is also the noisiest in ten miles! We thought this might help out." She presents a shirt of sparkling mithril splint mail (AC 17)
[ +- ] Mithril Armor
Mithral is a light, flexible metal. A mithral shirt or breastplate can be worn under normal clothes.
If the armor normally imposes disadvantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks or has a Strength requirement, the mithral version of the armor doesn't.
She presents Hilmar with a strange iron rod and the townfolk stare curiously at it.
[ +- ] Immovable Rod
This flat iron rod has a button on one end. You can use an action to press the button, which causes the rod to become magically fixed in place. Until you or another creature uses an action to push the button again, the rod doesn't move, even if it is defying gravity. The rod can hold up to 8,000 pounds of weight. More weight causes the rod to deactivate and fall. A creature can use an action to make a DC 30 Strength check, moving the fixed rod up to 10 feet on a success.
With the gifts handed out, there is an enormous applause and the feast truly commences!
OOC:
Feel free to roleplay out the evening and tie up loose ends. Officially your characters are now level 3, although without much mechanical elements left to do, I'll leave it up to you if you want to bother with updating your sheet!
