<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b2/dd/c9/b2ddc9952586cf46b7ff8fe9cae803ef.jpg)</div><strong>Melinor Markavio Morgendorffe</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 11 | <strong>Initiative:</strong> +1 | <strong> PP:</strong> 13<br/><strong>1st level Spell Slots:</strong> 4<br/><strong>1st level spells Prepared:</strong> Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Jump, Unseen Servant<br/><strong>2nd level Spell Slots:</strong> 2<br/><strong>2nd level spells Prepared:</strong> Web, Flaming Sphere</div></div><hr/><br/>Melinor woke with a sharp gasp, somehow<em>knowing</em>things weren't right. Actually getting his bones up was another matter, especially given the damp chill of the air. He harrumphs softly,<strong> "age is an adventure for stronger men than I,"</strong>said to no one in particular. It dawns on him though that things are<em>truly</em>not right, and he manages to get to his feet with surprising swiftness, snapping his fingers with a barked<em><strong>"Massassiot!"</strong></em>to create a few orbs of bright blue light.<br/><br/><strong>"Ho there, is everyone alright?"</strong>he called out into the dimness.<strong>"Any sight of where the wagons went?"</strong>He frowned through his whiskers; maybe his earlier impression of the Vistani was in error... They don't seem to have robbed him, but to abandon off so swiftly... wait...<br/><br/><strong>"Where <em>are</em> we?"</strong>he mused, approaching the others, bringing his lights with him, pointing the head of his staff ahead.<strong> "You shared that dream? well, then, well."</strong>he smoothed his mustache down, frowning thoughtfully at the trees, then the fog cloud. he followed the column of mist up, up, up... and looked away quickly, suddenly feeling queasy and unbalanced.<strong>"Well. Name aside, that,"</strong>he points his staff at the trees,<strong>"Is certainly <em>not</em> Misty Forest. I don't believe we were far enough north anyway, I'm sure I would have remembered passing Dragonspear Castle..."</strong>he mumbled on for a moment, then shook his head, looking skyward to see if there are any stars about, and seeing only roiling clouds.<br/><br/><strong>"Ladies and sirs... I do not believe we are even near the Sword Coast anymore. I would suggest that we gather ourselves, and follow the road through the trees."</strong>he did not like the look of that fog wall; as a wizard, as a<em>conjurer</em>he knew well all the many dooms that could be hidden as fog or mist.<strong>"Every road leads somewhere, and seeing as right now we aren't anywhere, it strikes me as the best course."</strong><br/><br/>His morning rituals would have to be truncated today; something was afoot! Still, he set about getting water hot for tea, and gathered his bedroll and such, using it all as a sort of cushion to pore over his spellbook, mumbling formulae and names and soft elvish nursery rhymes, filling his head with the mnemonic patterns that he would need to tug the weave later today. After a good half hour or so of sipping his tea and study, he stood and called out to the forest,<strong>"Methilos! Methilos! ...Methilos?"</strong>waiting a moment after each call, then he focused. Anyone nearby saw his eyes go completely white for just a brief moment before returning to their natural state, his expansive pate wrinkling in worry.<strong>"My familiar seems to be... nowhere. And not <em>our</em> nowhere..."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arcana</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Here's hoping that Melinor might be able to figure something out about their predicament through the magic of magic!<br/>2018-06-14 00:30:21   At 2018-06-14 00:30:21, melinor (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121433)<br/><br/>With rolls like that he's lucky he even knows what a magic missile is</div></div>