The feeling is right along side I need to figure out what to eat for <insert meal> again?!

This is the first ‘omen’ the Druid has received from the Matron of Ravens.

When the cattle prod was used, The Matron of Ravens agreed to let the Druid go back if she agreed to be a servant on the material plane.

The Druid agreed and since then has been visited a few times by a raven who has brought her to release a dying person into the afterlife.

They had a magical ‘cattle prod’ they picked up from a lab where a golem was being built (yes, Frankenstein’s monster) and tried it in hopes of bringing the Druid back. It worked.

While the Druid was dead, she was visited by the Matron of Ravens who came to usher her to the other side.

Context: the Druid of the party was dead. Failed 3 death saves, 2 when a jerk of an enemy looked at the party who could not reach her and stabbed her with his sword. Also, the party had no means at that point of revivify or raise dead, etc.

When you ask your watch partner if they saw what happened, they tell you that they saw and heard nothing.

Player: Shit

They make several soft croaks and then move to surround a party member who is asleep in his bedroll. The first raven then raises its head with a melancholy look toward you. It bobs its head twice and then the group of ravens fly off into the night.

Science to the Universe "whoa whoa... slow down there buddy. You're gonna hurt someone going that fast."

Universe "I do what I want! I don't have to conform to your 'rules'!"

Reminds me of our Bernese mountain dog who would happily lay out in a snowstorm eating the snow around her as it fell.

"But, but, maybe I could be like an ethical necromancer."

"I can't stick around town to learn from you, do you offer necromancy lessons through, like, distance learning?"

"They have to willingly agree to donate their body to magic when they die."

My physics notes from my last year of high school were written entirely in runes. I can’t recall which script now.

Fly the nerd flag proudly.

You get the feeling that you have entered a siege workshop gearing up for something big in just under a fortnight's time.

Thanks to the @gnomedepot.bsky.social for the inspiration.

Inside there is a trove of treasures. You find:
12 Dwarves digging
11 Shields glimmering
10 Lancers parading
9 Rams for battering
8 Towers for sieging
7 Hooks for grappling
6 Pots a-bubbling
5... Barrels... of tar
4 Flaming arrows
3 Crossbows
2 Catapults
And... A Trebuchet, with a giant rock.

The last one is a question I find one of the most important -- if this old dungeon has been here for... ever? why hasn't someone else found all the treasures the party is finding now?

And/or where are the remains of previous adventurers?

Dyson Logos maps by far

- DNDSpeak D100 lists.
- The Monsters Know What They Are Doing
- Fantasy Name Generator
- Donjon Loot Generator

In the far north-east, centred on the 'city' of Hada, an enclave of Githyanki refugees struggle to make a new home for their people. The Blue Dragon and his elites stop short of all out war to drive the Githyanki out. But they use every pressure point they can to reinforce they are not welcome.