"Aye Tihli, best rattle a few cages being yourself then living life in the cage trying to hide who ye be." Thulewyn cast Produce Flame with his hand outstretched and plays with the flame like he's rolling it a crossed his knuckles. "Besides," he says as he starts to rise, "I would wager that there be more troubling magic on this Island that what you or I could throw a flame at." With that he blows out his flame and picks up his gear. "Sounds like there will be a tour around the neighborhood starting shortly. So whats ye pleasure, a little light reading or stuffing your guts before we set off? Mead before read I say."
In response to Seeker's questions, she says, "The fight between Sharruth and the metallic dragons took place all over the island. We do have books about Sharruth and the battle in the library. Also, I have heard that there may be an entrance to Sharruth's tomb beneath the island, but I have not investigated, and I would suggest you avoid any such entrance if you find it. It would be very dangerous."
Seeker nods. "That makes sense, Lady Runara," he says. "I will start in the library...after we eat a bit and check out the shipwreck."
Looking around at the others after the tour, he says. "So, who's up for the shipwreck?"
In response to Seeker's questions, she says, "The fight between Sharruth and the metallic dragons took place all over the island. We do have books about Sharruth and the battle in the library. Also, I have heard that there may be an entrance to Sharruth's tomb beneath the island, but I have not investigated, and I would suggest you avoid any such entrance if you find it. It would be very dangerous."
Seeker nods. "That makes sense, Lady Runara," he says. "I will start in the library...after we eat a bit and check out the shipwreck."
Looking around at the others after the tour, he says. "So, who's up for the shipwreck?"
As in right now?
(I assume that this response is after the tour, and also, did we end up taking a long and/or short rest?)
Morseth joins the others in the dining room. "I am happy to help investigate the wreck. It isn't what I expected to be doing here but I suppose it is a kind of payment for getting to wander the island."
After they have eaten, he stands. "I will catch up with you all shortly, I just want to visit the temple. This is Bahamut's place and I'd like to offer a little tribute."
At the temple he investigates and admires it for a few minutes. Open to the sky, a novelty after his years spent mostly underground. But then the Crypt wasn't like anywhere else, and he supposed most places of worship were more like this.
Finding whatever the most central statue or icon of Bahamut is, he offers up a prayer.
"Lord Bahamut, I am not one of your chosen. I am a servant of Null, Guardian of the Lost. Nevertheless, please bless my mission on this island, as I try to learn from your fallen children. Learn why Shurrac sent me here..." What would be so different about this place that it held some mystery he could not learn at the Crypt? He trusted his mentor but the old copper dragonborn sometimes had an odd way about him. Hopefully things would soon begin to make sense.
He places a gold coin into an alms dish and returns to find the others.
Abaddon stands quietly at the door of the temple. He listens to Morseth's prayer, then nods. He enters the room, not acknowledging Morseth. He sits down, and gives a silent prayer to Bahamut. Finally, he gets up, and exits the temple and enters his room, with a strange, peaceful look on his face.
Runara gives Tihli an encouraging smile. "You have nothing to fear from the kobolds here, Tihli," she says. "They do not hate magic, although most of them cannot use it."
~~
The highest point of the cloister is crowned by an open-air temple that overhangs the cliff, supported by arched stone struts anchored to the cliff face. The north wall of the temple is carved directly into the rock, while the rest is open to the sea air. Heavy pillars mark the three open sides, supporting the wooden roof. In the center of the temple stands a stone statue of a kind-looking old man with canaries perched on his hands, shoulders, and head. A feeling of serenity suffuses the place.
There is no apparent answer to Morseth's prayer, but the statue of Bahamut in his human form stares kindly down upon the dragonborn.
~~
A doorway in the rock opens into a dining room with a long table. Two benches run the length of the table, and a single chair sits at the table's head. A short hallway connects to a small, tidy kitchen. The dining hall is starting to fill with some of the kobolds for the midday meal. The only other two humans you spotted earlier sit at either end of the table, the dark-skinned woman sipping a tankard of ale, and the middle-aged man eating a bowl of soup. Neither of them look up as you enter the dining room, but the kobolds all look toward you with interest, some of them dying to ask more questions.
Runara gives Tihli an encouraging smile. "You have nothing to fear from the kobolds here, Tihli," she says. "They do not hate magic, although most of them cannot use it."
Tihli gives a look of shock... shock... for he couldn't believe this... he was glad of course... but this'd take some time getting used to. "Oh... t-t-thanks Lady Runara"
Tihli walks off, pulling out his spellbook but not opening it. It has eyes drawn on the cover in ink. (It is after this interaction that he takes the tour, settles in his room, then hangs out in the library for a bit until one of the other PC's get him and ask about meeting with the others. (Most likely to meet in the dining room) He'd agree to help investigate the shipwreck.)
(Any details about what the rest are doing that I'm missing?)
Thulewyn would like to visually inspect the two humans to see if can make any assumptions about there presence. Do they have weapons, armor, priest robes, mechanics tools, things of that nature.
Medresh enters the dining hall, takes a moment to get his bearings and enjoy the familiar feel of the place. Then he heads in get some food and some ale. As he does so, he openly examines the two humans who seem so out of place among the kobolds of the monastery. Are they monks like the kobolds, travelers like themselves, or something else. A person's clothing and demeanor could reveal a lot.
After fully exploring the temple, Orissa makes her way to the dining hall as well. She clocks Abaddon inside and makes her way to get some food. She keeps it light as to try and watch her feminine figure.
The human man is in late middle age with pale, freckled skin, auburn hair, and a beard that is mostly grey. Faded tattoos in an abstract design peek up the side of his neck from beneath his dirt-stained robes. His hands look permanently stained with dirt.
The other human is an athletic-looking woman with light brown skin and closely cropped black hair. She has a striking scar that runs across her left eye, which is milky and blind. An elegant prosthetic made from wood and metal replaces her right leg below the knee.
"Aye we have full bellies, we got a map, and I'm itching to see this ship. Assuming there no other assistance to be found here, I think its about time to be off. Now most ship wrecks I've heard about usually leave most of the ship under the waves, anyone got any ideas on how to get passed that hurdle?"
As Thulewyn is saying this, he is filling his waterskin with ale from the tap. Once the waters kind is full he goes to cork it and sees he got it a little overfull, not wanting to be wasteful and spill some out he drinks a little off the top, and proceeds to drink half the skins contents and starts filling it up again.
"By the looks of that map, the ship docked on the ocean floor a goodly ways from the shore line."
"I've been on my fair share of beached boats, but I don't go out on moving ones often... The one that brought us here was only my 3rd ship in my life and I wasn't even steering it... I could try, but I don't think I'll be much use."
"Aye Tihli, best rattle a few cages being yourself then living life in the cage trying to hide who ye be." Thulewyn cast Produce Flame with his hand outstretched and plays with the flame like he's rolling it a crossed his knuckles. "Besides," he says as he starts to rise, "I would wager that there be more troubling magic on this Island that what you or I could throw a flame at." With that he blows out his flame and picks up his gear. "Sounds like there will be a tour around the neighborhood starting shortly. So whats ye pleasure, a little light reading or stuffing your guts before we set off? Mead before read I say."
Seeker nods. "That makes sense, Lady Runara," he says. "I will start in the library...after we eat a bit and check out the shipwreck."
Looking around at the others after the tour, he says. "So, who's up for the shipwreck?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
As in right now?
(I assume that this response is after the tour, and also, did we end up taking a long and/or short rest?)
You had a short rest!
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Ok, Thanks! Also, what is Runara's response to....
Morseth joins the others in the dining room. "I am happy to help investigate the wreck. It isn't what I expected to be doing here but I suppose it is a kind of payment for getting to wander the island."
After they have eaten, he stands. "I will catch up with you all shortly, I just want to visit the temple. This is Bahamut's place and I'd like to offer a little tribute."
At the temple he investigates and admires it for a few minutes. Open to the sky, a novelty after his years spent mostly underground. But then the Crypt wasn't like anywhere else, and he supposed most places of worship were more like this.
Finding whatever the most central statue or icon of Bahamut is, he offers up a prayer.
"Lord Bahamut, I am not one of your chosen. I am a servant of Null, Guardian of the Lost. Nevertheless, please bless my mission on this island, as I try to learn from your fallen children. Learn why Shurrac sent me here..." What would be so different about this place that it held some mystery he could not learn at the Crypt? He trusted his mentor but the old copper dragonborn sometimes had an odd way about him. Hopefully things would soon begin to make sense.
He places a gold coin into an alms dish and returns to find the others.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Abaddon stands quietly at the door of the temple. He listens to Morseth's prayer, then nods. He enters the room, not acknowledging Morseth. He sits down, and gives a silent prayer to Bahamut. Finally, he gets up, and exits the temple and enters his room, with a strange, peaceful look on his face.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Thulewyn would like to see if the dining hall serves any hard drinks. He will also eat his fill in prep of their journey.
Runara gives Tihli an encouraging smile. "You have nothing to fear from the kobolds here, Tihli," she says. "They do not hate magic, although most of them cannot use it."
~~
The highest point of the cloister is crowned by an open-air temple that overhangs the cliff, supported by arched stone struts anchored to the cliff face. The north wall of the temple is carved directly into the rock, while the rest is open to the sea air. Heavy pillars mark the three open sides, supporting the wooden roof. In the center of the temple stands a stone statue of a kind-looking old man with canaries perched on his hands, shoulders, and head. A feeling of serenity suffuses the place.
There is no apparent answer to Morseth's prayer, but the statue of Bahamut in his human form stares kindly down upon the dragonborn.
~~
A doorway in the rock opens into a dining room with a long table. Two benches run the length of the table, and a single chair sits at the table's head. A short hallway connects to a small, tidy kitchen. The dining hall is starting to fill with some of the kobolds for the midday meal. The only other two humans you spotted earlier sit at either end of the table, the dark-skinned woman sipping a tankard of ale, and the middle-aged man eating a bowl of soup. Neither of them look up as you enter the dining room, but the kobolds all look toward you with interest, some of them dying to ask more questions.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Tihli gives a look of shock... shock... for he couldn't believe this... he was glad of course... but this'd take some time getting used to. "Oh... t-t-thanks Lady Runara"
Tihli walks off, pulling out his spellbook but not opening it. It has eyes drawn on the cover in ink. (It is after this interaction that he takes the tour, settles in his room, then hangs out in the library for a bit until one of the other PC's get him and ask about meeting with the others. (Most likely to meet in the dining room) He'd agree to help investigate the shipwreck.)
(Any details about what the rest are doing that I'm missing?)
Thulewyn would like to visually inspect the two humans to see if can make any assumptions about there presence. Do they have weapons, armor, priest robes, mechanics tools, things of that nature.
Medresh enters the dining hall, takes a moment to get his bearings and enjoy the familiar feel of the place. Then he heads in get some food and some ale. As he does so, he openly examines the two humans who seem so out of place among the kobolds of the monastery. Are they monks like the kobolds, travelers like themselves, or something else. A person's clothing and demeanor could reveal a lot.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Abaddon enters the dining hall. He is, in fact, alone; nobody trails behind him. Abaddon stretches as he goes to get some food and ale.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
After fully exploring the temple, Orissa makes her way to the dining hall as well. She clocks Abaddon inside and makes her way to get some food. She keeps it light as to try and watch her feminine figure.
I don't have a signature.
(At this point, Tihli enters the dining room to join the others)
The human man is in late middle age with pale, freckled skin, auburn hair, and a beard that is mostly grey. Faded tattoos in an abstract design peek up the side of his neck from beneath his dirt-stained robes. His hands look permanently stained with dirt.
The other human is an athletic-looking woman with light brown skin and closely cropped black hair. She has a striking scar that runs across her left eye, which is milky and blind. An elegant prosthetic made from wood and metal replaces her right leg below the knee.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
"Aye we have full bellies, we got a map, and I'm itching to see this ship. Assuming there no other assistance to be found here, I think its about time to be off. Now most ship wrecks I've heard about usually leave most of the ship under the waves, anyone got any ideas on how to get passed that hurdle?"
As Thulewyn is saying this, he is filling his waterskin with ale from the tap. Once the waters kind is full he goes to cork it and sees he got it a little overfull, not wanting to be wasteful and spill some out he drinks a little off the top, and proceeds to drink half the skins contents and starts filling it up again.
"By the looks of that map, the ship docked on the ocean floor a goodly ways from the shore line."
Seeker nods. "We should ask the abbess the best way to wreck. She may know something. Does anyone know how to use a boat?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"I've been on my fair share of beached boats, but I don't go out on moving ones often... The one that brought us here was only my 3rd ship in my life and I wasn't even steering it... I could try, but I don't think I'll be much use."
I don't have a signature.
"I'd be ready to help too!"