Our Lv. 4 party consisted of:
Jake - LG Male Human Paladin
Emiya - LN Male Human Magus (Me)
Kyra - CN Female Half-Elf Druid
Mordred - N Half-Elf Cavalier
After a lengthy adventure in an underground sea cavern, our party managed to escape via a rowboat conjured up from one of those Major/Minor Wondrous Items (can’t remember which one it was) in order to escape the rising tide.
So night comes, and we’re out there on the water facing the island’s cliff face when our DM asks us to make Perception checks. We roll, and we spot a figure standing atop of the cliff. Kain rolled well enough to determine that it was our mysterious patron that had sent us on our quest. We’d never seen the guy’s face, but his description and gait is exactly the same as prior meetings.
Jake says that we should send him a message to tell him about our progress thus far. Kyra and I have exhausted our spells, and my familiar died in the caverns. Mordred comes up with the idea of shooting an arrow up the cliff face with a message tied to it. So with a small amount of trepidation, we wrote our message, calculated the arrow’s maximum range and flight path, and tied it to Mordred’s arrow.
He sets the arrow to his longbow, draws the string back and rolls…
…a fucking 1.
Panic ensues among the PCs, with plenty of shouting and expletives flying across the table. Then all of a sudden, the DM get’s this look in his eyes. If you’ve ever been a PC, then you know the look that I’m talking about. He then announces that he has two pieces of news to tell us, both good and bad.
The good news: the message made it.
The bad news: it hit our patron.
When we made it back to the island the next day, the DM took his sweet time detailing how the town was in full gossip. Apparently, the Elven King had shown up for his daily proclamation with his bandaged arm in a sling.
MotherOfGod.jpeg across the fucking table.