So I am a little unsure if I should change Luna’s sub class in this new session of CoS. I was playing the Spirit Bard but I felt like it was missing just... one tiny thing in it’s kit to really make it feel like a “Spirit Bard” yeah know what I mean? Everything else is good but it has no access to communing with the dead at all, I understand it is just a spooky story teller class now, but I really was hoping to explore more spirit related things...
At the moment I have set up Luna to be more of a Glamor Bard for her performance side, but I feel like I am going to miss part of the spooky aspect of the Spirit bard. It worked so well in her kit before. IDK... any suggestions or input from yall lurking?
(Edit/Update)
I thought I would add on what all Luna is made up of. So I am mostly focused on sub classes or maybe homebrew spells to add if possible. But of course, I am all about fairness and not trying to mid-max/make something broken. ^^; Trust me I know how to break the game (I mained Druid and Cleric for many years, if you know you know). But yeah, here is her current set up. below the cut.
Luna Eirian - Level 7 - Bard (Spirit? Glamor? or Multi-class?)
Background: Investigator
BG Feature: You’re experienced at gaining access to people and places to get the information you need. Through a combination of fast-talking, determination, and official-looking documentation, you can gain access to a place or an individual related to a crime you’re investigating. Those who aren’t involved in your investigation avoid impeding you or pass along your requests. Additionally, local law enforcement has firm opinions about you, viewing you as either a nuisance or one of their own.
Race: Air Genasi (Monsters of the Multiverse, pg. 16)
Speed: 35 feet
Darkvision
Unending Breath: Can hold your breath indefinitely while you’re not incapacitated.
Lightning Resistance
Mingle with the Wind: You know the shocking grasp cantrip. Starting at 3rd level, you can cast the feather fall spell with this trait, without requiring a material component. Starting at 5th level, you can also cast the levitate spell with this trait, without requiring a material component. Once you cast feather fall or levitate with this trait, you can’t cast that spell with it again until you finish a long rest. You can also cast either of those spells using any spell slots you have of the appropriate level.
Feats: Fay Touched
Increase your Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma score by 1, to a maximum of 20.
You learn the misty step spell and one 1st-level spell of your choice. The 1st-level spell must be from the divination or enchantment school of magic. You can cast each of these spells without expending a spell slot. Once you cast either of these spells in this way, you can’t cast that spell in this way again until you finish a long rest. You can also cast these spells using spell slots you have of the appropriate level. The spells’ spellcasting ability is the ability increased by this feat.
Alice was particularly energetic on the evening of the ceremony, having taken in the magnificent scenery of the countryside on the way in the day before. Travel just did something to her soul that almost nothing else could do for it. She had entered the room with her family altogether and watched as her two eldest siblings drank in the attention, correspondence and networking surely on their minds.
As if on cue, she was reminded through a whisper in her ear by her mother to stay on her best behavior. She still refused to believe the entire guest list of an engagement they had attended two years prior heard the crashing of wine bottles in the cellar that had been knocked over when all Alice wanted was to have some fun with an unfamiliar royal. She pursed her lips and nodded.
Once the family dispersed and found themselves in different conversations, Alice was making her rounds along the perimeter of the room when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder blade. She turned to see a glass of wine being held out to her.
“And when did you learn to read minds?” she asked, taking the glass from the offerer.
Melanie took out her phone out of her bag, making sure her top was in place before checking the hour. She just made her latest order to deliver roses to her future clients. Thankfully the clerk knew her and did not ask questions about why they had been sent out to different people on separate days. Making a small calculation, she guessed she could walk safely to her home and have time to prepare for her next client before the sundown came. Smiling softly, she started walking, muttering a soft excuse me when she almost walks into someone's chest.
Tensions at the Ministry had been rising for sometime now and Ana was having none of it. She found anxiety to be an excuse for not being able to manage one’s own emotions. To deal with these times, she had taken up a hobby. Not one somebody should be necessarily proud of, but it certainly killed the time when Ana got off of work every day. So, naturally, when a friend asked if she would like to grab a drink at the Hog’s Head Inn, she accepted.
Ana thought she had heard rumors regarding people beginning to stay off of the streets and at home lately, but the bustling crowd at the inn’s bar was just about the opposite. What was most peculiar was that it was a Wednesday night.
She turned to the person she had gone to the bar with me. “Why in the bloody hell are there so many people here tonight?”
“It seems your actions have consequences, Sir!” Leda told sternly to Steve, as he mews pathetically again. Dragging an extension ladder, the Escort was looking the best way to get Steve out of the top of the tree, and not damaging the branches. Huffing, she battled to bring the ladder closer, fully knowing last time she tried to climb a tree to save a cat, she got herself stuck. “I'm going to get myself with another broken arm, don’t I?” She mostly mutters to herself, hearing someone footstep in the grass. “Don’t mind me, I am on a Mission of rescuing one fluffy asshole.”
Jaerys had experienced a multitude of pains in his life. The pain of broken bones, the pain of lacerations and stab wounds, of beatings and bruises, headaches and back aches and the twinges of old scars. But the pain currently rattling around in his skull was unlike any other pain he’d yet felt. It didn’t help that his awareness of this pain came with searing visions that he was all too familiar with—dragons darkening the sky, scorching the land, turning all creation into ashen ruin while a cloaked figure pointed skyward... until it pointed straight at him. That’s when he jerked awake, the change in his dragon dreams propelling him to consciousness with throbbing force. As his skull pounded, Jaerys blinked rapidly, trying to acquaint himself with his dark and unfamiliar surrounding. Dear gods, had someone taken a cudgel to his head? “Hello...” His voice was raspy, almost unrecognizable for the dryness of his mouth and throat, and echoed faintly as he rolled onto his side with a groan.
“Watch where you’re going, you dolt!” she snapped at a passerby who stepped on had bumped into her, not for the first time. Pansy was never much of one to party, but that didn’t mean she was happy with having to, essentially, work the event. Especially one with hundreds of scantily clad women wearing cheap imitations of her heritage and culture. Upon being shoved again, she spun on her heel. “I swear, if you run into me one more time, I’ll make sure you don’t have a foot to run with anymore...” She glared darkly in their direction.
Now this was a party. Evandrus didn’t consider himself a party animal as such, not like the wild hearts he knew who seemed unable to function without a bottle of firewhiskey in them. But he did greatly enjoy unwinding whenever possible, preferably with fine food, drink, and company. This took him right back to the old days before his master’s first fall, when he and Lyra could sweep into a party of pure-bloods, drawing every eye and reveling in the attention. It was almost enough to make him wistful, if he could be bothered with such feelings right now.
Of course, this silly little recruitment strategy by the Order didn’t compare to those grand parties, but it was a damn sight better than the gloom of Malfoy Manor and promised to be much more fun. After all, everything had gone so smoothly thus far. With his mask affixed snugly to his face and his magical eye charmed a bright blue to match his natural one, Evan had presented himself at the door to the so-called 'Purist Society’s' ball with a smile that only widened as he was admitted without fuss. He’d been pleased with the identity he’d stolen, and with the amusement that Ezra Sterling had provided him after they had acquired his galleon and invitation. Evan had nearly chosen a plague doctor’s mask just to fit his character even more, but felt it would be a bit too on the nose, so to speak. If everything went as smoothly tonight, he could see himself having a simply splendid time.
Now in the ballroom proper, Evan began to circle the room slowly, picking up two champagne flutes as he passed a waiter and eyeing the crowd carefully. So full of potential Order lackeys, and teeming with the already initiated. How oh how was he supposed to choose his target for the night? Dare he go after an Order member? Or should he focus on stealing a recruit or two? He sipped from one of the glasses and smiled to himself. Why not have both? He was never one to settle for less, frankly, and the night was very young. He had time. He rounded another corner of the room and his eyes fell on a figure standing just slightly apart from the rest. “A little lost, darling?” he said, voice smooth as silk and warm as the fairy lights above them. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. I find a little liquid courage helps, though I’m afraid they’ve only got champagne on hand.” He smiled, offering the untouched glass.
