"Huh. Thats pretty cool." She said as she walked past them. She then glanced at the sign. "One mile. We better hurry up. Dont want to be out here when it gets dark"
Cinder gets out of the mud yelling, "What do you think you are doing?! I brought that boat and it will be mine! You chickens took off running! Give me it back!" Wiping mud of her face and storming after the Gnome to get her prize back, "That is my boat! You left it and I claimed it, if you want to share that's okay but I won't be robbed by anyone! Now return it!" Stomping in the mud and sinking in it, Cinder glares at the mud for ruining her stomp.
the tiny, cramped rowboat extends into a 20'×10' riverboat with a 10'×10' cabin.
now that we aren't in a rowboat, I guess we can introduce ourselves. My name is Pietr; Pietr Nemetsk, to be exact. I needed some gold, so I signed up to be a tax collector. I figured that my clerical talents could be of use there.
Sylrea turned to see cinder throwing a little fit. She slowly walked up her and patted her on the head. "Its ok. Im sure he doesn't mean to still. Just calm down and ask nicely." She then walks up to the gnome. "Excuse me, mr Gnome sir? My friend is just wondering if she can have the box. You know, since you guys were going to leave it behind." She was trying her best not to be rude and showing off her best smile.
She then turns to the cleric. "Pietr. Nice to meet you Pietr. I am Joan. You may call me...Joan" She said in a pretty dry tone. She was still upset that he was trying to goo after poor Grigor
Franz has mud up his legs and looks very unhappy about it. Upon seeing the boat come through the portal with Cinder, Franz moves to get into the boat. But before he can even get to it Zaliey turns it back into a box and Cinder and the Gnome start to argue over the box.
Sighing Franz walks over to the pair and with a commanding voice says
"MINNOW!"
As the box transforms back into the boat, Franz steps into the bow and takes a seat. Turning to the others he says
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"The words 'swamp of oblivion' at the sign seems like very welcoming."
Fuzzyfeet looks at his group bantering and gets their attention by shouting.
"SHARK !"
He looks menacingly at the group.
"I don't really care who wants to own this damn thing but as long as I'm here, I'm the one maneuvering this boat. I'm Fuzzyfeet and I sailed rough seas for a living. Now board the boat landlubbers or else I'll leave you here as food for the large flies!"
Cinder wrapped a arm around Sylrea's waist and pulled her closer and nods looking up at her. "Fine, because you asked I will spare them a ass whopping." Cinder then watched as the others changed the boat back and forth till big Hairy showed up and started shouting at them to get on and he will pilot the boat. "You heard Fuzzy-Wuzzy, get on my boat! Cabin is mine and Joan's!"
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"Woah there buddy! Dont think you can just get away with that. Who do you think you are?!" Sylrea stood in front of the priest. Trying to look as menacing as can be. "Why cant we all just get along?!"
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"We will share it or I will fight you!" Raises hand making 'finger guns'. I got Joan backing me up, I am not afraid of no one!" Glances at Fuzzy,"Yeah! What he said. Or she. I can't tell with them."
Congrats, you pull the boat through!
And fall into mud.
A sign on a raised wooden platforms says
BRACKEN -> 1 MILE
welcome to the plane of ooze, the swamp of oblivion.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Arcane check for word to put boat back into box size. 22
After the words come to me, I grab the box and follow the others.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
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Cedrick casts Guidance to aid Zailey.
d4 roll: 1
[ Insert Favorite Saying Here ] ... ;-)
"Huh. Thats pretty cool." She said as she walked past them. She then glanced at the sign. "One mile. We better hurry up. Dont want to be out here when it gets dark"
Sylrea "Joan " Lightbringer - Variant Human - Paladin 2/Bard 1 - An adventure of amazing proportions and mixed madness
Cinder gets out of the mud yelling, "What do you think you are doing?! I brought that boat and it will be mine! You chickens took off running! Give me it back!" Wiping mud of her face and storming after the Gnome to get her prize back, "That is my boat! You left it and I claimed it, if you want to share that's okay but I won't be robbed by anyone! Now return it!" Stomping in the mud and sinking in it, Cinder glares at the mud for ruining her stomp.
Ooc: Opps. Still learning usernames
"Agreed, 'tis a nasty looking, and smelling, place to be stuck out in overnight."
Checking to see that everyone made it through the portal in one piece, Cedrick examines his gear, then readies himself for the march to Bracken.
"The journey of a thousand steps begins with a single mile. Helm must have need of us in Bracken."
OCC: Just for clarification, Cedrick (Cleric) does not have the boat/box. I believe Zailey (Wizard) has it.
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This is swamp mud; it's incredibly watery and unpleasant, so you might want to keep that boat.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
the tax collecting healer speaks:
"Shark"
the tiny, cramped rowboat extends into a 20'×10' riverboat with a 10'×10' cabin.
now that we aren't in a rowboat, I guess we can introduce ourselves. My name is Pietr; Pietr Nemetsk, to be exact. I needed some gold, so I signed up to be a tax collector. I figured that my clerical talents could be of use there.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Sylrea turned to see cinder throwing a little fit. She slowly walked up her and patted her on the head. "Its ok. Im sure he doesn't mean to still. Just calm down and ask nicely." She then walks up to the gnome. "Excuse me, mr Gnome sir? My friend is just wondering if she can have the box. You know, since you guys were going to leave it behind." She was trying her best not to be rude and showing off her best smile.
She then turns to the cleric. "Pietr. Nice to meet you Pietr. I am Joan. You may call me...Joan" She said in a pretty dry tone. She was still upset that he was trying to goo after poor Grigor
Sylrea "Joan " Lightbringer - Variant Human - Paladin 2/Bard 1 - An adventure of amazing proportions and mixed madness
Franz has mud up his legs and looks very unhappy about it. Upon seeing the boat come through the portal with Cinder, Franz moves to get into the boat. But before he can even get to it Zaliey turns it back into a box and Cinder and the Gnome start to argue over the box.
Sighing Franz walks over to the pair and with a commanding voice says
"MINNOW!"
As the box transforms back into the boat, Franz steps into the bow and takes a seat. Turning to the others he says
"Well? this boat isn't going to row it self..."
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The riverboat shrinks back into a tiny rowboat.
Pietr is irritated:
"Nice job, dingus. You turned our riverboat into a dinghy. Shark!"
The tiny rowboat returns to large size
"Now, as that guy over there said: WE ROW!"
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
"The words 'swamp of oblivion' at the sign seems like very welcoming."
Fuzzyfeet looks at his group bantering and gets their attention by shouting.
"SHARK !"
He looks menacingly at the group.
"I don't really care who wants to own this damn thing but as long as I'm here, I'm the one maneuvering this boat. I'm Fuzzyfeet and I sailed rough seas for a living. Now board the boat landlubbers or else I'll leave you here as food for the large flies!"
Intimidation 8
Apparently, I'm not intimidating enough.
"Sure thing, Captain Hairlegs"
Despite his mild insults, he willingly rows.
"Next time, I get to be captain!"
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Cinder wrapped a arm around Sylrea's waist and pulled her closer and nods looking up at her. "Fine, because you asked I will spare them a ass whopping." Cinder then watched as the others changed the boat back and forth till big Hairy showed up and started shouting at them to get on and he will pilot the boat. "You heard Fuzzy-Wuzzy, get on my boat! Cabin is mine and Joan's!"
"The cabin is mine!"
Pietr t-poses aggressively. He learned that doing this would scare away wild animals back in the military school.
INTIMIDATE
17
(Note: didn't expect a good roll, considering charisma is his lowest stat. I guess you mistake the T-pose for some kind of martial arts stance?)
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
13
Dang.
"Woah there buddy! Dont think you can just get away with that. Who do you think you are?!" Sylrea stood in front of the priest. Trying to look as menacing as can be. "Why cant we all just get along?!"
Intimidate: 24
Ooc: Welp. Guess im a big softy
Sylrea "Joan " Lightbringer - Variant Human - Paladin 2/Bard 1 - An adventure of amazing proportions and mixed madness
(Ooc:this has to be the greatest thing that has ever happened in a tabletop rpg)
Pietr returns to rowing and whispers to himself:
"The cabin is mine now, I guess. I really wasn't expecting that to work"
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Fuzzyfeet facepalms himself and just releases an exhausted mumble.
"Oh for the love of god."
He grabs an oar and starts rowing with all his strength the boat to Bracken.
"At least someone look for the large flies that Elroy mentioned earlier."
"We will share it or I will fight you!" Raises hand making 'finger guns'. I got Joan backing me up, I am not afraid of no one!" Glances at Fuzzy,"Yeah! What he said. Or she. I can't tell with them."
Persuasion:20