Mon, Apr 14th 2025 12:39
Edited on Mon, Apr 14th 2025 12:53
Player Information
- Character Name: Agatha Whitecrest
- Current Level: 1
Downtime Tracking
- Date: 18th Gozran, 4725
- DT Tokens Available: 1
- DT Tokens Used: 1
- AT Tokens Available: 0
- AT Tokens Used: 0
Downtime Activity
- Activity Name: Compiling notes and practicing her spells
- Activity Type: Training
- Activity Duration: 1 day
- Expected Outcome: Gain 400 xp
- Location: Absalom, Westgate/Puddles district
Daily Housing & Upkeep
- Housing Type: Living off the land
- Upkeep Cost: 1s(Unskilled Laborer)
Resource Management
- Goods Used: 0
- Influence Used: 0
- Labor Used: 0
- Magic Used: 0
- Total GP Value: 0
- Funds Remaining: 15g 6s
Narrative Entry
Morning was already in full swing by the time Agatha lumbered into wakefulness. Normally, she would have taken her gold and squandered it at her earliest convenience, but she decided to save it, already concocting plans for how to multiply that wealth.
She did, however, have things to accomplish during the day. She had Patsy retrieve her spellbook from her treasure chest, unlocking it and opening it in her lap. Then, with a quill in one hand and ink in the other, she set about writing down her observations in a foreign script she hadn't practiced in decades, though the blocky letters still retained meaning to her.
Once the mundane observations had been made, she set to laying out her theories on spellcraft, written in the style of one who had long ago forgotten the academic way of notation - if one could read the cyrillic script it was written in, they would get the sense that a novice was penning this. Or perhaps it was written by a madwoman, as accompanying the lettering were something like design sketches; weapons consisting of metal tubes and pods of compressed gases that look like overly-complicated blowguns, variants of those weapons that seem to take cues from repeating crossbows with their loading mechanisms, and illustrations of bizarre, goggle-eyed soldiers with artificial proboscii dangling from their face-concealing masks. Though there were traces of potential there, it was merely traces with all the practicality of a child trying to piece together their father's forgework from memory alone.
After some hours of this, Agatha moved on to something more practical in the vein of magical theory. Those goggle-eyed soldiers made another appearance in her illustrations, but this time as constructs. The margins of her pages littered with notes, animation formulas, and practices - all in that blocky cyrillic.
Noon had rolled around by the time she finished her preparations - one casting each of Mage Armor, Magic Missile, and Crafter's Fortune - and made her way into the city through the western gate.
She stopped by her usual shop, chatting with the Woodworker for a time while she maintained that distinct woodshop smell with Prestidigitation - learning that he had taken on an apprentice, and bestowing that apprentice with that Crafter's Fortune. Once she had finished mingling there, she braced herself to visit the Puddles once more.
Once in the Puddles, Agatha set about her usual bit of shmoozing, getting to know the locals, cleaning up commoners with that ever-useful cantrip of hers, and even repairing some minor damage through Mending while trying her best to avoid the shadier sorts and popping her Mage Armor the first time someone got a bit too close for comfort. As always, she kept her pockets empty - which proved to be a good practice as someone had pilfered the small pouch of silver she had built up through the day's donations. She frowned once she realized, but didn't take the theft personally - desperation was a common motivator in the slums, and she was there to exploit that already, in a way. The least she could return was a handful of coins.
Out of character
Hoo boy, end of the first week. She'll be getting that +1 morale bonus for consistent housing next time!
