umbral 4 initial

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@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ Warren[^warren], a harengon, clad in plate and festooned with weaponry, makes br
 
 In the scant lanes of Venron, a _llama_ breathes the cool light of dawn; an ornate pendant hangs from its neck. No villager suspects the creature of its true identity: she is a powerful wizard, Louisa Whitlock[^louisa], cursed by an unseen adversary to wander Faerûn on four legs.
 
-Further on, Karmel[^karmel], a brightly-dressed human, snoozes under a tree, indulging in an early morning nap. His tightly-drawn ponytail lies splayed about him as it gathers subtle moisture from the dewy grass. A noise wakes him, and he plods off in search of breakfast.
+Further on, Carmal[^karmel], a brightly-dressed human, snoozes under a tree, indulging in an early morning nap. His tightly-drawn ponytail lies splayed about him as it gathers subtle moisture from the dewy grass. A noise wakes him, and he plods off in search of breakfast.
 
 Across the road from where Warren will soon man the stove, hunkered in Venron's cheapest and poorest inn, Almuth Cheerio[^almuth] sits down to "pancakes". A half-elf woman and a human man fill the seats beside him. In his usual way, the gray-haired, white-robed cleric of Eldath strikes up a conversation that somehow turns toward the subject of his deity. His captive companions are surprisingly receptive.
 
@@ -18,9 +18,9 @@ As the morning continues and the breakfast hour draws to a close, villagers and
 
 Almuth, having finished his breakfast across the street, comes outside and makes his way over to the curiously poised anuran. He tests the bounds of its docility, inching close and pushing it gently, trying to physically coax it off the well, but wisely backs away when it shows signs of aggression. A better idea occurs to him, and he heads back to his room to prepare for another attempt. Gottlob starts to follow, eager to talk to this interesting fellow, but the cleric doesn't even notice.
 
-Most townsfolk have now taken heed of the commotion. The innkeeper offers Karmel, who chose the establishment for his breakfast, a profligate sum to remove the frog from its perch--- the villagers need water and the innkeeper needs one less shiny green gargoyle at the entrance scaring away his customers--- so the bard makes his way outside. The rest of the party shows up apace, finished with their respective morning activities and finally getting keyed in to the issue at hand.
+Most townsfolk have now taken heed of the commotion. The innkeeper offers Carmal, who chose the establishment for his breakfast, a profligate sum to remove the frog from its perch--- the villagers need water and the innkeeper needs one less shiny green gargoyle at the entrance scaring away his customers--- so the bard makes his way outside. The rest of the party shows up apace, finished with their respective morning activities and finally getting keyed in to the issue at hand.
 
-Almuth has returned. He invokes the magic of his goddess to "calm" bumpy green "emotions", which he hopes will make the beast more receptive to his coaxing, but alas, with no success. Peering sidelong down into the well, he determines the reason for the frog's obstinacy: it's guarding a milky, speckled mass of eggs with its life. As he makes this known to spectators, the innkeeper repeats to Karmel--- and to any who will listen--- the earlier offer of payment for the relocation of the frog and its clutch. Almuth and Karmel hatch a plan: they'll retrieve the eggs from the well with the winch bucket then hightail it to the nearest large body of water, wherein they can deposit the eggs and the no-doubt fiercely pursuing frog. They find a wagon, but fail to find a horse; the centaur Clementine is the only unoccupied equine around, who, though she finds it somewhat demeaning, volunteers to pull the load.
+Almuth has returned. He invokes the magic of his goddess to "calm" bumpy green "emotions", which he hopes will make the beast more receptive to his coaxing, but alas, with no success. Peering sidelong down into the well, he determines the reason for the frog's obstinacy: it's guarding a milky, speckled mass of eggs with its life. As he makes this known to spectators, the innkeeper repeats to Carmal--- and to any who will listen--- the earlier offer of payment for the relocation of the frog and its clutch. Almuth and Carmal hatch a plan: they'll retrieve the eggs from the well with the winch bucket then hightail it to the nearest large body of water, wherein they can deposit the eggs and the no-doubt fiercely pursuing frog. They find a wagon, but fail to find a horse; the centaur Clementine is the only unoccupied equine around, who, though she finds it somewhat demeaning, volunteers to pull the load.
 
 As they put their plan to voice, a halfling threads his way through the crowd. He steps forward and introduces himself as "Alfie". The newcomer offers information about the area, where the frog may have come from, and what it might take to put it back. Our adventurers learn that the nearest suitable body of water is nearly three-hours' swift ride from Venron! Only something truly dire could have driven the amphibian this far from home, no mere fancy or wanderlust. The plan is revised--- the frog will be taken to this distant lake and whatever expelled it will be brought under control or vanquished! Almuth calms the frog magically, with success this time, and Clementine carefully maneuvers the eggs into the bucket and up, out of the well. Seeing their success, and having nothing better to do at the moment--- or perhaps just catching wind of money to be earned--- Gottlob interjects. He can provide another horse (and says as much, to Clementine's chagrin), which should speed the journey considerably. He casts "find steed", and hitches the ensuing beast to the growing party's rented wagon. Warren and Louisa decide that this is getting interesting, and each likewise decides to attend the mission. Before the party sets off, Almuth probes Alfie for further helpfulness and tries to convince the man to accompany them, but the only help Alfie will be convinced to give is a map of the area and directions to the lake.
 
@@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ As they near the lake, a swarm of birds can be heard above; Clementine uses magi
 
 As the lake comes into view, terrain grows low and a thick miasma fills the party's sinuses. They abandon their charges for the moment, at a safe distance from whatever produced the matted skein of carrion they see slicked over the water before them and from which, no-doubt, emanates this odor clogs their every orifice. As they disembark, Clementine asks the frog to describe what drove it from its home. "Big thing, many heads!", it answers. Forging onward toward the shore, the party spots what appear to be five crocodiles, just their eyes and nostrils breaching the surface. Clementine queries them--- do they know what's going on here? Why do they seem so unbothered? They divulge no helpful information, but the centaur gets her answer as the five heads are jerked out of the water on five reptilian necks, joined at a single base. A hydra! No wonder the place reeks...
 
-As the party is thrown into combat, Gottlob takes the first action, guiding his steed sideways as he casts "moonbeam" on the monster's position. In the heat of melee, Warren does substantial damage with "guiding bolt", and the other party members make good use of the advantage it grants them. Karmel wraps the hydra's many teeth in [sheathes of water](https://www.worldanvil.com/block/1548815) that dull its bite, reducing the danger to his companions. Louisa casts "fireball", a foresighted choice against their many-headed foe, but the hydra attacks Warren viciously in response, nearly downing him. He fights on bravely, and the party manages to avoid most damage, striking reliably at their enemy's vitality, until Clementine is similarly attacked after rushing in close to strike. As the Hydra bites her, Louisa seen an opening. She reaches out to the weave and summons a trio of magic missiles. Sure that they will find their targets, she sends them hurtling upward, piercing through the hydra's multitude of necks in a triple sextuple collateral. The monster jerks wildly, then crumples, half floating on the lake, half lying on the shore.
+As the party is thrown into combat, Gottlob takes the first action, guiding his steed sideways as he casts "moonbeam" on the monster's position. In the heat of melee, Warren does substantial damage with "guiding bolt", and the other party members make good use of the advantage it grants them. Carmal wraps the hydra's many teeth in [sheathes of water](https://www.worldanvil.com/block/1548815) that dull its bite, reducing the danger to his companions. Louisa casts "fireball", a foresighted choice against their many-headed foe, but the hydra attacks Warren viciously in response, nearly downing him. He fights on bravely, and the party manages to avoid most damage, striking reliably at their enemy's vitality, until Clementine is similarly attacked after rushing in close to strike. As the Hydra bites her, Louisa seen an opening. She reaches out to the weave and summons a trio of magic missiles. Sure that they will find their targets, she sends them hurtling upward, piercing through the hydra's multitude of necks in a triple sextuple collateral. The monster jerks wildly, then crumples, half floating on the lake, half lying on the shore.
 
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