Your journey was uneventful, but the island now visible off the bow promises rare wonders. Seaweed shimmers in countless brilliant colors below you, and rays of sunlight defy the overcast sky to illuminate the lush grass and dark basalt rock of the island. Avoiding the rocks jutting up from the ocean, your ship makes its way towards a calm harbor on the island's north side.
A large, open-air temple comes into view, perched on the edge of a cliff high above you. The ship drops anchor at the mouth of the harbor, and two sailors row you ashore. You have plenty of time to admire the towering statue at the center of the temple, depicting a wizened man surrounded by seven songbirds. A long path winds up the side of the cliff to the temple, dotted along the way with doorways cut into the rock.
The sailors set you ashore on a rickety dock, where a large rowboat is neatly tied. They point to the base of the path and wish you good luck before they row back to the ship. Your visit to Dragon's Rest begins!
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
Orissa had been staying on the top deck of the ship for most of the trip, and when she got word that they were getting close to destination, she hopped up onto the railing and gripped a rope tightly, watching the island get larger and larger as they inch closer. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, the salty air filling her nose and lungs. A smile escapes her face as she drops from the railing. She leans over it and admires the view, her red tail swaying back and forth, lightly scraping the floor of the ship.
Her red skin, which looks even redder with the bright sun beating down on her, is accompanied by some faint gold designs, looking almost as if someone dusted them on her. Her horns curling back like a rams can be seen from any angle as they stand above her coal black hair. Anyone looking at her would notice that she isn't dressed formally and it's clear that modesty is not in her dictionary as her thighs, midriff and cleavage are on full display, with the only thing keeping her contained, a leather corset of sorts. Strapped to her back is a bow, which is accompanied by a quiver of arrows, 2 daggers, each attached at the thigh by a holster, and dangling off her hip is a rapier.
When it's finally to row to shore, a big grin crosses her face and she excitingly hops off the ship and into the small rowboat, running her fingertips through the water as they row. When she finally steps foot on solid ground, she adjusts her clothing and weapons to make sure everything is set correctly then looks to the base of the trail. Her eyes then divert around her to see if anyone else had docked with her, or if she was alone.
A topaz dragonborn, face half wreathed in shadow let a hint of a smile show when he saw the island. Closing his eyes, he remembers his goal to cleanse himself. He lets himself feel a moment of peace and quiet, bathing his scales in warm, welcoming sun, before opening his eyes and returning to his previous vigilant mindset. When the boat finally arrives at the dock, he makes sure that his longsword is still secure in his sheath, he quickly grabs his backpack before stepping onto the dock.
Could our characters get a chance to introduce ourselves on the boat trip before we RP the boat going to shore? Tihli would want to introduce himself to the others while on the boat.
Could our characters get a chance to introduce ourselves on the boat trip before we RP the boat going to shore? Tihli would want to introduce himself to the others while on the boat.
(Yes, that is fine! If you want to do some character RP before officially reaching the island that is ok with me. :))
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
While We're on the boat, before we reach the shore, Tihli will greet everyone with... "Hello, I'm Tihli! Are you all going to the Dragons Rest too? Sweet, who are you guys?"
Medrash Shardelath smiles down at the eager, friendly little kobold from 6'6" height, though a shadow remains in his eyes that the smile does nothing to ease. Squatting down to ease any discomfort the small person had with his height, a courtesy he learned at his monastery, he nods to Tihli.
"My name is Medrash, though I prefer to be called Seeker. I am pleased to meet you, Tihli," he says. Stepping back as he rises, he turns to the others and introduces himself to all of them. The shadow remains in his eyes, though.
Medrash is a tall and exceptionally lithe in his movement, particularly for a dragonborn. He is dressed simply, in robes and walks about with a bandolier of darts across his chest and a yklwa hanging from his belt. He was seasick for the first couple of days but soon found his sea-legs and while he doesn't grace of experience the sailors showed, it soon became apparent he had a grace all his own.
Medrash Shardelath smiles down at the eager, friendly little kobold from 6'6" height, though a shadow remains in his eyes that the smile does nothing to ease. Squatting down to ease any discomfort the small person had with his height, a courtesy he learned at his monastery, he nods to Tihli.
"My name is Medrash, though I prefer to be called Seeker. I am pleased to meet you, Tihli," he says. Stepping back as he rises, he turns to the others and introduces himself to all of them. The shadow remains in his eyes, though.
Medrash is a tall and exceptionally lithe in his movement, particularly for a dragonborn. He is dressed simply, in robes and walks about with a bandolier of darts across his chest and a yklwa hanging from his belt. He was seasick for the first couple of days but soon found his sea-legs and while he doesn't grace of experience the sailors showed, it soon became apparent he had a grace all his own.
Standing on the head of his stone warhammer like a stepstool, Thulewyn looks over the starboard rail, dirty white fur cloak slight blowing with the wind of the breeze off the water. Certainly not the tallest of dwarves, Thulewyn's live-off-the-land way of life shows as he is leaner then most dwarves tend to be. The giant bear skull, that normally he wears like a cap, rest on his backpack and wooden circular shield, exposing a very pale smooth bald head. Head hung over the side of the ship he calls back to Orissa "I am HURRRUUUGGGHHH..." as Thulewyn vomits what he believes has to the last remains of what he ate and drank the night before. "I am here to feed the fish, apparently. May the stew serve them better then it did me. Thulewyn be the name, I'll be with ya lass once I get my barrings, though the fish might have those too at this point."
Standing on the head of his stone warhammer like a stepstool, Thulewyn looks over the starboard rail, dirty white fur cloak slight blowing with the wind of the breeze off the water. Certainly not the tallest of dwarves, Thulewyn's live-off-the-land way of life shows as he is leaner then most dwarves tend to be. The giant bear skull, that normally he wears like a cap, rest on his backpack and wooden circular shield, exposing a very pale smooth bald head. Head hung over the side of the ship he calls back to Orissa "I am HURRRUUUGGGHHH..." as Thulewyn vomits what he believes has to the last remains of what he ate and drank the night before. "I am here to feed the fish, apparently. May the stew serve them better then it did me. Thulewyn be the name, I'll be with ya lass once I get my barrings, though the fish might have those too at this point."
"Oh, are you OK? Could I help you Mr... Thulewyn, right? I'm Tihli."
"Huh?" Thulewyn looks over his shoulder at the kobold, clearly needing a beard wash, "by the stones, I didn't even notice you back there. I thought I heard the one over yonder. Well met Tihli, and you Myrash, er... Merdish,... Seeker you say. What I need is a good meal and a cup of ale, neither of which I could stomach even the thought of at the moment. I shall be fine. Aye, so what what brings you two sea worthy chaps to this part of the world?"
A large black Dragonborn turns his head briefly from taking in the view to respond to the tiny kobold.
"Morseth Vivaxiul," he says plainly. "Nov... Cleric of Null, Guardian of the Lost."
His equally black scaled armour is half hidden under faded vestments. He squints a little in the sunlight, still not quite used to the brightness outside the Crypt after all these years.
He seems to realise that more might have been expected of him and adds "I've come to see the graves, to learn."
For all his imposing look - large white horns framing a stern face - he looks young, and a little unsure of himself.
"Huh?" Thulewyn looks over his shoulder at the kobold, clearly needing a beard wash, "by the stones, I didn't even notice you back there. I thought I heard the one over yonder. Well met Tihli, and you Myrash, er... Merdish,... Seeker you say. What I need is a good meal and a cup of ale, neither of which I could stomach even the thought of at the moment. I shall be fine. Aye, so what what brings you two sea worthy chaps to this part of the world?"
"I'm making myself a new home here, since I'm moving out of my old mentor's place!"
A large black Dragonborn turns his head briefly from taking in the view to respond to the tiny kobold.
"Morseth Vivaxiul," he says plainly. "Nov... Cleric of Null, Guardian of the Lost."
His equally black scaled armour is half hidden under faded vestments. He squints a little in the sunlight, still not quite used to the brightness outside the Crypt after all these years.
He seems to realise that more might have been expected of him and adds "I've come to see the graves, to learn."
For all his imposing look - large white horns framing a stern face - he looks young, and a little unsure of himself.
"Ah, well it's nice to meet you Morseth." he says extending his hand out to shake your hand.
Morseth looks at Tihli's hand for a second, then reaches down and slowly, carefully, shakes it.
The little kobold was very talkative. Morseth reminds himself that they were very far from the Crypt - respectful silence was not expected here. He forces himself into conversation.
"Uh... What were you learning from your mentor?"
He immediately doubts himself, but the question is out there now, and he will have to wait to see how it is received.
Morseth looks at Tihli's hand for a second, then reaches down and slowly, carefully, shakes it.
The little kobold was very talkative. Morseth reminds himself that they were very far from the Crypt - respectful silence was not expected here. He forces himself into conversation.
"Uh... What were you learning from your mentor?"
He immediately doubts himself, but the question is out there now, and he will have to wait to see how it is received.
"I was learning the art of arcane magic, and how to use it to defend myself and to help people, thanks for asking!"
Thulewyn carefully steps down from atop his hammer, loops his bag stap around the handle and throws everything up on his shoulder. He off handedly wipes his messy beard on his arm and then arm to pant legs.
Slowly he walks over to Morseth. "Quite the talker that one is, probably shouldn't be surprised that his weapon of choice is using his voice, aye? Good thing he's friendly.
So ye say you're a keeper of the dead aye? Not sure what ye plan to learn from a grave, but what better purpose for the dead then supporting the living I always say. They served me fairly well, knock on bone." As Thulewyn says this he puts the bear skull with straps back apon his head.
"I'd not say no to some refreshment, though mead's my favorite," Seeker says. Looking at the small party in the boat, he says, "Three of us with dragon-blood coming to Dragon's Rest. What a strange turn of events." He wonders if any of them came for the reason he did. Doubtful but who can say.
Welcome to Dragon's Rest!
Your journey was uneventful, but the island now visible off the bow promises rare wonders. Seaweed shimmers in countless brilliant colors below you, and rays of sunlight defy the overcast sky to illuminate the lush grass and dark basalt rock of the island. Avoiding the rocks jutting up from the ocean, your ship makes its way towards a calm harbor on the island's north side.
A large, open-air temple comes into view, perched on the edge of a cliff high above you. The ship drops anchor at the mouth of the harbor, and two sailors row you ashore. You have plenty of time to admire the towering statue at the center of the temple, depicting a wizened man surrounded by seven songbirds. A long path winds up the side of the cliff to the temple, dotted along the way with doorways cut into the rock.
The sailors set you ashore on a rickety dock, where a large rowboat is neatly tied. They point to the base of the path and wish you good luck before they row back to the ship. Your visit to Dragon's Rest begins!
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd
Orissa had been staying on the top deck of the ship for most of the trip, and when she got word that they were getting close to destination, she hopped up onto the railing and gripped a rope tightly, watching the island get larger and larger as they inch closer. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, the salty air filling her nose and lungs. A smile escapes her face as she drops from the railing. She leans over it and admires the view, her red tail swaying back and forth, lightly scraping the floor of the ship.
Her red skin, which looks even redder with the bright sun beating down on her, is accompanied by some faint gold designs, looking almost as if someone dusted them on her. Her horns curling back like a rams can be seen from any angle as they stand above her coal black hair. Anyone looking at her would notice that she isn't dressed formally and it's clear that modesty is not in her dictionary as her thighs, midriff and cleavage are on full display, with the only thing keeping her contained, a leather corset of sorts. Strapped to her back is a bow, which is accompanied by a quiver of arrows, 2 daggers, each attached at the thigh by a holster, and dangling off her hip is a rapier.
When it's finally to row to shore, a big grin crosses her face and she excitingly hops off the ship and into the small rowboat, running her fingertips through the water as they row. When she finally steps foot on solid ground, she adjusts her clothing and weapons to make sure everything is set correctly then looks to the base of the trail. Her eyes then divert around her to see if anyone else had docked with her, or if she was alone.
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A topaz dragonborn, face half wreathed in shadow let a hint of a smile show when he saw the island. Closing his eyes, he remembers his goal to cleanse himself. He lets himself feel a moment of peace and quiet, bathing his scales in warm, welcoming sun, before opening his eyes and returning to his previous vigilant mindset. When the boat finally arrives at the dock, he makes sure that his longsword is still secure in his sheath, he quickly grabs his backpack before stepping onto the dock.
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.
Could our characters get a chance to introduce ourselves on the boat trip before we RP the boat going to shore? Tihli would want to introduce himself to the others while on the boat.
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
(Yes, that is fine! If you want to do some character RP before officially reaching the island that is ok with me. :))
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd
While We're on the boat, before we reach the shore, Tihli will greet everyone with... "Hello, I'm Tihli! Are you all going to the Dragons Rest too? Sweet, who are you guys?"
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
ooc: How did you get the picture to show, please? I've never been able to get this to work.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Medrash Shardelath smiles down at the eager, friendly little kobold from 6'6" height, though a shadow remains in his eyes that the smile does nothing to ease. Squatting down to ease any discomfort the small person had with his height, a courtesy he learned at his monastery, he nods to Tihli.
"My name is Medrash, though I prefer to be called Seeker. I am pleased to meet you, Tihli," he says. Stepping back as he rises, he turns to the others and introduces himself to all of them. The shadow remains in his eyes, though.
Medrash is a tall and exceptionally lithe in his movement, particularly for a dragonborn. He is dressed simply, in robes and walks about with a bandolier of darts across his chest and a yklwa hanging from his belt. He was seasick for the first couple of days but soon found his sea-legs and while he doesn't grace of experience the sailors showed, it soon became apparent he had a grace all his own.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"Nice to meet you two seeker!"
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Standing on the head of his stone warhammer like a stepstool, Thulewyn looks over the starboard rail, dirty white fur cloak slight blowing with the wind of the breeze off the water. Certainly not the tallest of dwarves, Thulewyn's live-off-the-land way of life shows as he is leaner then most dwarves tend to be. The giant bear skull, that normally he wears like a cap, rest on his backpack and wooden circular shield, exposing a very pale smooth bald head. Head hung over the side of the ship he calls back to Orissa "I am HURRRUUUGGGHHH..." as Thulewyn vomits what he believes has to the last remains of what he ate and drank the night before. "I am here to feed the fish, apparently. May the stew serve them better then it did me. Thulewyn be the name, I'll be with ya lass once I get my barrings, though the fish might have those too at this point."
"Oh, are you OK? Could I help you Mr... Thulewyn, right? I'm Tihli."
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"Huh?" Thulewyn looks over his shoulder at the kobold, clearly needing a beard wash, "by the stones, I didn't even notice you back there. I thought I heard the one over yonder. Well met Tihli, and you Myrash, er... Merdish,... Seeker you say. What I need is a good meal and a cup of ale, neither of which I could stomach even the thought of at the moment. I shall be fine. Aye, so what what brings you two sea worthy chaps to this part of the world?"
A large black Dragonborn turns his head briefly from taking in the view to respond to the tiny kobold.
"Morseth Vivaxiul," he says plainly. "Nov... Cleric of Null, Guardian of the Lost."
His equally black scaled armour is half hidden under faded vestments. He squints a little in the sunlight, still not quite used to the brightness outside the Crypt after all these years.
He seems to realise that more might have been expected of him and adds "I've come to see the graves, to learn."
For all his imposing look - large white horns framing a stern face - he looks young, and a little unsure of himself.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"I'm making myself a new home here, since I'm moving out of my old mentor's place!"
"Ah, well it's nice to meet you Morseth." he says extending his hand out to shake your hand.
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Abaddon watches the scene off in a corner, not bothered to join in.
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.
Morseth looks at Tihli's hand for a second, then reaches down and slowly, carefully, shakes it.
The little kobold was very talkative. Morseth reminds himself that they were very far from the Crypt - respectful silence was not expected here. He forces himself into conversation.
"Uh... What were you learning from your mentor?"
He immediately doubts himself, but the question is out there now, and he will have to wait to see how it is received.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"I was learning the art of arcane magic, and how to use it to defend myself and to help people, thanks for asking!"
Tihli walks up to him "Hello, I'm Tihli! What's your name?" as he extends his hands for you to shake.
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Thulewyn carefully steps down from atop his hammer, loops his bag stap around the handle and throws everything up on his shoulder. He off handedly wipes his messy beard on his arm and then arm to pant legs.
Slowly he walks over to Morseth. "Quite the talker that one is, probably shouldn't be surprised that his weapon of choice is using his voice, aye? Good thing he's friendly.
So ye say you're a keeper of the dead aye? Not sure what ye plan to learn from a grave, but what better purpose for the dead then supporting the living I always say. They served me fairly well, knock on bone." As Thulewyn says this he puts the bear skull with straps back apon his head.
"I'd not say no to some refreshment, though mead's my favorite," Seeker says. Looking at the small party in the boat, he says, "Three of us with dragon-blood coming to Dragon's Rest. What a strange turn of events." He wonders if any of them came for the reason he did. Doubtful but who can say.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
#17:
Abaddon sighs and shakes his head. He looks at Tihli with cold, bored eyes. "I'm Abaddon."
DMing:
The Cataclysm Stadium
Rise of the White Mask
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian.