It took a few hours to drive to the Ironrock State Forest but you've finally arrived. It's midday as you find a spot to park, away from the main parking spots, and you grab you gear and lock the door. You will have to hike into the old silver mine but it doesn't appear to be that far off. You start your trek, laughing and joking among yourselves, but after an hour it becomes clear the old mine is further than any of you thought it would be. That is when you notice an overcast creeping into the sky above and the smell rain from a slight breeze that passes you. Another hour passes along this trail. The ground has become uneven with rocks and roots sticking up here and there and the brush around the trail is so thick at times you have to cut your way through. This doesn't dissuade you. An old silver mine wouldn't be on a main trail and the park service wouldn't maintain any trail they would want to keep people from going down. You stop and break out the rain ponchos as the rain turns from a fine mist to an actual downpour making the trail slick and your progress slow. Another hour passes and the rain has let up some but it has brought out swarms of biting gnats that take you as their evenings meal. You have to break out flashlights to make your way as darkness covers the land. You are rain soaked, covered in your own sweat, starting to feel the effects of the humidity. Occasionally you hear the others slapping at the gnats and other bugs that may have started to swarm around your group. This is taking much longer than any of you thought. Just when you can't take it anymore you come to the end of the trail and into a small clearing that is walled in by brush and small trees with a creek flowing along the right edge of where the path ends. The creek appears to be coming from the mouth of what you believe is the cave you were looking for.
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Kaesira (you can call her Kae) is a dragonborn in her late teens. Her scales are a shiny brass, almost like they want to be golden but haven't quite figured out how. She's pretty short, both for a dragonborn and a humanoid, and her features are a bit less rigid than is normal for her kind. Aside from the poncho, she has a simple shirt, a beaten-up jacket, and a pair of cargo pants. She's also donned a breastplate clearly of her own making, pieced together from bits of metal she found at a scrapyard, and on her back is a crossbow with a similarly rickety design.
(I prefer to roll on the character sheet, if you don't mind. You can verify all of my rolls in the Campaign Log.)
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"That looks awesome. Who's up for checking it out with me?"
Eddie is an average looking human adolescent who looks slightly younger than his 18 years. He is average height, has an average build, with long-ish shaggy black hair and piercing green eyes. He wears a pair of faded, denim jeans which would be slighlty too short but with the way they show off his black hi-top sneakers it's difficult to tell whether that is a conscious style choice or a sign that he can't afford to update his jeans. Under his rain poncho he wears a plain grey T-shirt with a dark green trim around the collar and sleeves under a forest green leather jacket.
Perception: 25
(I'm happy to roll in the dice roller as well. I don't have a preference either way).
"That looks awesome. Who's up for checking it out with me?"
Eddie is an average looking human adolescent who looks slightly younger than his 18 years. He is average height, has an average build, with long-ish shaggy black hair and piercing green eyes. He wears a pair of faded, denim jeans which would be slighlty too short but with the way they show off his black hi-top sneakers it's difficult to tell whether that is a conscious style choice or a sign that he can't afford to update his jeans. Under his rain poncho he wears a plain grey T-shirt with a dark green trim around the collar and sleeves under a forest green leather jacket.
Perception: 19
(I'm happy to roll in the dice roller as well. I don't have a preference either way).
That should actually be a 17 for my perception check. I accidentally added the wrong modifier.
Once the weather began to worsen, Sulrama (or Sully, as most tend to call him) needed an extra minute more when everyone broke out the poncho to try and tie his hair back into a ponytail. Because there was no way he was walking the clearly godforsaken path in the rain AND blinded by his own curly locks of dark hair. Which ironically would've been a non-issue had he listened to his father's advice about his hair, but that was neither here or there! And to noone's surprise, once it did finally start to rain, Sully couldn't help but make the crass joke "Well guys, it looks like Torm failed his Fort Save and is taking a piss again.", bringing up a few spirits no doubt.
It might've also served as a little reminder that, despite looking to be about in his early twenties or very late teens at minimum, the caramel skinned half-elf wasn't all that much older than the rest of his friends. He certainly inherited his father's height, but lacked a bit in the bulk department, as shown was clear in how much his dad's old flak jacket still hung off the frame in places. Thankfully the rest of his clothes, a semi-long sleeved black T-shirt, cargo camo pants, and black hiking boots.
"What'chu mean check it out, Slim? That code fer 'I'm tired of getting pissed on by the gods?' 'cause if so... pfft, shoot man, count me in! But slow the roll a bit." Sully proceeds to unlatching from his back what appears to be by all appearance an old fashion rounded metal shield that had plenty of scratches and small pock marks, but at least looked serviceable. "There. Just in case there's bear inside."He says as he strapped it on and pulled out a baseball bat next.
The creek is full with the water running swiftly so it makes its own noise. However, both Eddie and Sully hear a noise coming from the other side of the creek, within the bushes (Red X area)
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"Damnit, just my luck." Towering over his companions and trailing just behind them, Burt complained about their misfortune. The hulking bug bear is clad in a slightly stained and worn green vest over a simple white undershirt and a pair of of tan trousers. His short, curly brown hair had looked like he had tried to tame it, and failed, while his face held the remnants of the beard he had tried to shave that morning. In spite of his enormous size, his face still retained a slight babyish-ness that indicated he was not that much older than the rest of gang.
"Y'all sure we can't turn back?" Even though he had agreed to be on this trip, Burt was already regretting it, bemoaning the bad weather and the pests which seemed to have taken a particular liking to him, as they always did.
"No can do, homeboy. Not in this weather, 'less ya feel spending the first few days of the vacay sick as a dog." Sully replied quietly while also slowing down and appearing distracted by something across the creek. "... Ya'll here that?" He asked more quietly, risking a glance to the others before focusing again on the brush and tightening his hold on the bat. In the catching sight of Eddie seeming to catch the noise as well, the half-elf then turns to Burt and motion him lower himself down a bit. He then loosens two fingers off the bat and places it on the bugbears shoulder and utters a soft prayer in [elvish]. "Might turn out just to be a rabbit. But mind try'na to roping around with Eddie and see what's up?" He says back in [common] to Burt.
Granting Burt Vigilant Blessing. So whenever next initiative is rolled, it will be at advantage.
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“I’m happy to sneak around and have a sticky beak”
Seeing Sully pull out his bat and shield Eddie reaches under his poncho and pulls out a worn looking walking cane with a gaudy plastic dragon on top. He mutters under his breath “Was it twist then pull … must have been pull then twist” and within a few seconds he draws out a long slender blade.
”It’s not much of a pig sticker but it’ll do for a couple of rabbits”.
Eddie will prepare to sneak over to the source of the sound.
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"Sigh... Fiiine. This better not be somethin dangerous..." Reluctantly, he pulls out his Halberd, holding it in front of him as he approaches source of the noise.
Kae starts to walk after the two going to the other side of the river to check out the noise. The moment she takes a step, her scrap breastplate makes an audible creak of dissatisfaction. "Oh, right. I'd come with, but I didn't exactly make this thing with sneakiness in mind, and it takes a while to take off. I wish I could... oh! Idea!" She picks up a pebble from near the river and makes a small hole in it, which she then fills with a tiny amount of some sort of liquid she produced from her tools. She throws the modified rock towards Eddie as he walks away (not trying not to him in the back). "Catch! That'll smell like meat for a while, so if there's, like, a bear, you can chuck that and distract it or something."
Magical Tinkering
The object continuously emits your choice of an odor or a nonverbal sound (wind, waves, chirping, or the like). The chosen phenomenon is perceivable up to 10 feet away.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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The group talks for a moment the Eddie and Burt start moving towards the sound. A gust of wind come in from the east and parts the brush and small branches slightly. Through the breaks you can see what looks like a the outline of an old car just past the brush. Suddenly a crossbow bolt flies out from the brush, hits a branch and goes up and to the right, missing everyone.
Everyone roll for initiative:
Burt & Sully:
With your nightvision both of you can make out movement within and on the other side of the old vehicle.
Initiative: 21 (19 + 2) (In the future I wouldn't mind if you roll initiative for me, since it might speed the game up.)
"Ack! Bear's got a crossbow!"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"What!? Armed bears? Really? Oh come on." Shaking his head in annoyance, Burt takes note of the movement. "Guys, the bear(s) seem to be in/around the car!"
Wasting not another moment, Burt makes to charge at the movement.
Initiative: 11
(My previous reply said it had manipulated rolls, somehow, so I just rolled again.)
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Initiative: 4.
"What'?! Whoa! Far out, man~" Sully relaxes for just a second, before shaking his head. " Wait! That is NOT good! See if you can disarm'em!"He exclaims as his grip tightened on the baseball bat.
Initiative: 21 (19 + 2) (In the future I wouldn't mind if you roll initiative for me, since it might speed the game up.)
"Ack! Bear's got a crossbow!"
Also seconded, in regards to initiative. Although I'll try to embolden who receives Sully's Vigilant Blessing since that affects initiative.
The night has taught you to be vigilant. As an action, you give one creature you touch (including possibly yourself) advantage on the next initiative roll the creature makes. This benefit ends immediately after the roll or if you use this feature again.
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Curerntly: Player In: Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In: Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In: Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
Through the brush, you are able to make out the outline of what appears to be a Goblin. You are not sure how many there are but it is more than 1> Everyone may act!
Kae quickly pulls the rickety crossbow off of her back, rapidly and steadily aims through the thicket, and pulls the trigger confidently. And then fidgets with the trigger a bit, and then fiddles with the bolt because it didn't actually fire, and then realizes she put the bolt in wrong, and then puts it in the right way, and then aims through the thicket and pulls the trigger and it shoots and she's happy.
ACTION:Attack a visible goblin/bear with light crossbow: 20 (16 + 4), or 13 (16,9 + 4) if disadvantage, to hit, 5 (3 + 2) piercing damage
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"That thing looks like it'll BARELY give us a challenge"
Eddie drops his sword cane and pull out a flimsy looking compound bow with very short limbs and tiny cams (anyone who knows about archery would clearly be able to tell this is a youth bow that is designed for children) before drawing an arrow and taking a shot at the goblin bear.
To hit: 14 (If at disadvantage for range 18)
Damage: 8
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It took a few hours to drive to the Ironrock State Forest but you've finally arrived.
It's midday as you find a spot to park, away from the main parking spots, and you grab you gear and lock the door. You will have to hike into the old silver mine but it doesn't appear to be that far off.
You start your trek, laughing and joking among yourselves, but after an hour it becomes clear the old mine is further than any of you thought it would be. That is when you notice an overcast creeping into the sky above and the smell rain from a slight breeze that passes you.
Another hour passes along this trail. The ground has become uneven with rocks and roots sticking up here and there and the brush around the trail is so thick at times you have to cut your way through.
This doesn't dissuade you. An old silver mine wouldn't be on a main trail and the park service wouldn't maintain any trail they would want to keep people from going down.
You stop and break out the rain ponchos as the rain turns from a fine mist to an actual downpour making the trail slick and your progress slow.
Another hour passes and the rain has let up some but it has brought out swarms of biting gnats that take you as their evenings meal.
You have to break out flashlights to make your way as darkness covers the land.
You are rain soaked, covered in your own sweat, starting to feel the effects of the humidity. Occasionally you hear the others slapping at the gnats and other bugs that may have started to swarm around your group. This is taking much longer than any of you thought.
Just when you can't take it anymore you come to the end of the trail and into a small clearing that is walled in by brush and small trees with a creek flowing along the right edge of where the path ends. The creek appears to be coming from the mouth of what you believe is the cave you were looking for.
Write a description of what you character look and any other small details you want to share with your first post.
Perception rolls from everyone please.
"Look guys, we found it!"
Kaesira (you can call her Kae) is a dragonborn in her late teens. Her scales are a shiny brass, almost like they want to be golden but haven't quite figured out how. She's pretty short, both for a dragonborn and a humanoid, and her features are a bit less rigid than is normal for her kind. Aside from the poncho, she has a simple shirt, a beaten-up jacket, and a pair of cargo pants. She's also donned a breastplate clearly of her own making, pieced together from bits of metal she found at a scrapyard, and on her back is a crossbow with a similarly rickety design.
Perception: 8 (7 + 1)
(I prefer to roll on the character sheet, if you don't mind. You can verify all of my rolls in the Campaign Log.)
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"That looks awesome. Who's up for checking it out with me?"
Eddie is an average looking human adolescent who looks slightly younger than his 18 years. He is average height, has an average build, with long-ish shaggy black hair and piercing green eyes. He wears a pair of faded, denim jeans which would be slighlty too short but with the way they show off his black hi-top sneakers it's difficult to tell whether that is a conscious style choice or a sign that he can't afford to update his jeans. Under his rain poncho he wears a plain grey T-shirt with a dark green trim around the collar and sleeves under a forest green leather jacket.
Perception: 25
(I'm happy to roll in the dice roller as well. I don't have a preference either way).
That should actually be a 17 for my perception check. I accidentally added the wrong modifier.
(Sorry guys)
Once the weather began to worsen, Sulrama (or Sully, as most tend to call him) needed an extra minute more when everyone broke out the poncho to try and tie his hair back into a ponytail. Because there was no way he was walking the clearly godforsaken path in the rain AND blinded by his own curly locks of dark hair. Which ironically would've been a non-issue had he listened to his father's advice about his hair, but that was neither here or there! And to noone's surprise, once it did finally start to rain, Sully couldn't help but make the crass joke "Well guys, it looks like Torm failed his Fort Save and is taking a piss again.", bringing up a few spirits no doubt.
It might've also served as a little reminder that, despite looking to be about in his early twenties or very late teens at minimum, the caramel skinned half-elf wasn't all that much older than the rest of his friends. He certainly inherited his father's height, but lacked a bit in the bulk department, as shown was clear in how much his dad's old flak jacket still hung off the frame in places. Thankfully the rest of his clothes, a semi-long sleeved black T-shirt, cargo camo pants, and black hiking boots.
"What'chu mean check it out, Slim? That code fer 'I'm tired of getting pissed on by the gods?' 'cause if so... pfft, shoot man, count me in! But slow the roll a bit." Sully proceeds to unlatching from his back what appears to be by all appearance an old fashion rounded metal shield that had plenty of scratches and small pock marks, but at least looked serviceable. "There. Just in case there's bear inside." He says as he strapped it on and pulled out a baseball bat next.
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
The creek is full with the water running swiftly so it makes its own noise. However, both Eddie and Sully hear a noise coming from the other side of the creek, within the bushes (Red X area)
"Damnit, just my luck." Towering over his companions and trailing just behind them, Burt complained about their misfortune. The hulking bug bear is clad in a slightly stained and worn green vest over a simple white undershirt and a pair of of tan trousers. His short, curly brown hair had looked like he had tried to tame it, and failed, while his face held the remnants of the beard he had tried to shave that morning. In spite of his enormous size, his face still retained a slight babyish-ness that indicated he was not that much older than the rest of gang.
"Y'all sure we can't turn back?" Even though he had agreed to be on this trip, Burt was already regretting it, bemoaning the bad weather and the pests which seemed to have taken a particular liking to him, as they always did.
Perception: 10
"No can do, homeboy. Not in this weather, 'less ya feel spending the first few days of the vacay sick as a dog." Sully replied quietly while also slowing down and appearing distracted by something across the creek. "... Ya'll here that?" He asked more quietly, risking a glance to the others before focusing again on the brush and tightening his hold on the bat. In the catching sight of Eddie seeming to catch the noise as well, the half-elf then turns to Burt and motion him lower himself down a bit. He then loosens two fingers off the bat and places it on the bugbears shoulder and utters a soft prayer in [elvish]. "Might turn out just to be a rabbit. But mind try'na to roping around with Eddie and see what's up?" He says back in [common] to Burt.
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
“I’m happy to sneak around and have a sticky beak”
Seeing Sully pull out his bat and shield Eddie reaches under his poncho and pulls out a worn looking walking cane with a gaudy plastic dragon on top. He mutters under his breath “Was it twist then pull … must have been pull then twist” and within a few seconds he draws out a long slender blade.
”It’s not much of a pig sticker but it’ll do for a couple of rabbits”.
Eddie will prepare to sneak over to the source of the sound.
Stealth:14
"Sigh... Fiiine. This better not be somethin dangerous..." Reluctantly, he pulls out his Halberd, holding it in front of him as he approaches source of the noise.
Stealth: 24
Kae starts to walk after the two going to the other side of the river to check out the noise. The moment she takes a step, her scrap breastplate makes an audible creak of dissatisfaction. "Oh, right. I'd come with, but I didn't exactly make this thing with sneakiness in mind, and it takes a while to take off. I wish I could... oh! Idea!" She picks up a pebble from near the river and makes a small hole in it, which she then fills with a tiny amount of some sort of liquid she produced from her tools. She throws the modified rock towards Eddie as he walks away (not trying not to him in the back). "Catch! That'll smell like meat for a while, so if there's, like, a bear, you can chuck that and distract it or something."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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The group talks for a moment the Eddie and Burt start moving towards the sound.
A gust of wind come in from the east and parts the brush and small branches slightly. Through the breaks you can see what looks like a the outline of an old car just past the brush.
Suddenly a crossbow bolt flies out from the brush, hits a branch and goes up and to the right, missing everyone.
Everyone roll for initiative:
Burt & Sully:
With your nightvision both of you can make out movement within and on the other side of the old vehicle.
Initiative: 21 (19 + 2)
(In the future I wouldn't mind if you roll initiative for me, since it might speed the game up.)
"Ack! Bear's got a crossbow!"
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Eddie catches the meat-rock and after seeing the crossbow bolt fly towards the group he quickly tucks it in his pocket.
Initiative: 7
"I've heard of the right to BEAR arms but this is a bit ridiculous"
"What!? Armed bears? Really? Oh come on." Shaking his head in annoyance, Burt takes note of the movement. "Guys, the bear(s) seem to be in/around the car!"
Wasting not another moment, Burt makes to charge at the movement.
Initiative: 11
(My previous reply said it had manipulated rolls, somehow, so I just rolled again.)
"What'?! Whoa! Far out, man~" Sully relaxes for just a second, before shaking his head. " Wait! That is NOT good! See if you can disarm'em!" He exclaims as his grip tightened on the baseball bat.
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
Goblins: 7
Initiative order:
Eddie: 23
Kaesira: 21
Burt: 15
Sully: 7
Goblins: 7
Through the brush, you are able to make out the outline of what appears to be a Goblin. You are not sure how many there are but it is more than 1>
Everyone may act!
"Uhhh... fight fire with fire?"
Kae quickly pulls the rickety crossbow off of her back, rapidly and steadily aims through the thicket, and pulls the trigger confidently. And then fidgets with the trigger a bit, and then fiddles with the bolt because it didn't actually fire, and then realizes she put the bolt in wrong, and then puts it in the right way, and then aims through the thicket and pulls the trigger and it shoots and she's happy.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
"That thing looks like it'll BARELY give us a challenge"
Eddie drops his sword cane and pull out a flimsy looking compound bow with very short limbs and tiny cams (anyone who knows about archery would clearly be able to tell this is a youth bow that is designed for children) before drawing an arrow and taking a shot at the goblin bear.
To hit: 14 (If at disadvantage for range 18)
Damage: 8