"Mind if I take this one,"Necey says indicating one of the beds nearest the window. She drops her pack near the bed and sits on the edge quietly for a moment.
Getting up she walks over to the pair of fish people. "Sorry for ignoring you all of dinner, but now as good a time to become friends, don't you think?" She holds out a little hand and smiles, "Necey Beebalm..."
"Well I'm just going to come out and say it, I snore, quite loudly. Good luck to you all hah!" The gnome punctuates the final words by jumping onto one of the free beds. "Now then Necey, I can make an exception for human sized furniture when it's a big, comfy bed like this, marvellous!" Caerlan then looks about the room seeing Necey trying to engage the amphibians in conversation "Did you two have to flip a coin for who got the nicest tank? Guess my snoring won't bother you two as much seeing as you are underwater..."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Magic remains inert frustratingly but understandably so as the dwarven woman explained the reason before. The party then watches as the fishlike beings slip into their tanks near the back of the room and the bed Smee selected. They sink into the water and begin to glow slightly as they relax gear and all submerged!
The room is kitted out well. Tge six beds are well made with fine linen and comfortable mattresses. There are magically lit lanterns illuminating tge room and a real fireplace warming it. One window to tge right of the door is temporarily light up by a flash then crash of lighting accompanied by rumbling thunder! It's not late but all of you begin to settle finding a chest at the end of each bed you've chosen that you're sure wasn't there when you first walked it!
Golver would grumble loudly as he fails to cast his spell for the countless time. Looking around the room, the dragonborn would quickly sit up straight noticing the chest at the foot of his bed. Leaping up and moving to the chest as his incredibly ornate cloak flutters behind him, Golver will try to open the chest and see what is inside.
To Caerlan's comment about his snoring, Aura hesitates but ends up saying in her own quiet voice. "I used to sleep with a bunch of people together with me, invariably there was always at least two who snored, so personally I'll be fine... I'm already used to it." She says and lays down completely straight on her bed on top of the covers, and with her hands each holding the opposite arm, as she looks up at the ceiling.
"Guess you're not in the mood for talking," Necey says rather loudly when the fish folk crawl into their tanks. "Maybe tomorrow." She gives them a wave goodnight.
"Shouldn't bother me much. Besides this lovely storm should drown some of it out." Looking down at the footlocker, she says, "What's this? More presents?!" She quickly throws open the chest.
All the chests are unlocked. Once open the party finds inside a set of gray robes covered in patches with a slightly iridescent sheen and a single scroll.
Golver will pick up the robes and give them a quick look over before discarding it on to the bed. "hhhmmmfff, some plain common looking robe... junk... lets see what the scroll says" The dragonborn would say moving to the scroll and picking it up before sitting on the bed next to the crumpled robe. Once on the edge of the bed, Golver would open up the scroll and read what it says.
You touch a willing creature who isn't wearing armor, and a protective magical force surrounds it until the spell ends. The target's base AC becomes 13 + its Dexterity modifier. The spell ends it if the target dons armor or if you dismiss the spell as an action.
Inside the scroll, a bit of cured leather falls out in the shape of a star.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
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"uuUUUUGGGHHHH! more junk" the dragonborn will say with a heavy sigh before cramming the scroll and piece of leather into one of the pouches on his belt. "Did you guys all get the same spell? I mean.. I don't know about you but these fine scales do more than just look good" Golver will say standing up and gesturing to his body with his arms held out wide. "They can protect me better than any mage armor can" The dragonborn would say with a heavy eye roll before collapsing on to the bed and holding up the robe to examine it more closeley, trying to determine why the silver robe was glowing.
Zenith looks through the chest, finding the robe and scroll. He sets them aside for the moment and lays down on the bed. It was far better than he had ever had in the past. "Now this is nice," he muttered to himself.
Golver examines the robe and realizes it's enchanted but he's not sure by what means. Examining it further he finds it's a Robe of Useful Items when discovering a pocket inside has a steel mirror, another produces a dagger, and yet another he find the end of a pole which he pulls and pulls producing a 10-foot pole!
Golver would smile wide as he pulls out the dagger, quickly and quietly sliding it into his fine clothing. "OK, so I used my superior intellect to inspect the robe a little closer. It is still kind of lame but it is better than nothing. It is a Robe of Useful Items if you arn't familiar.. I wouldn't expect you guys to know about it" The dragonborn says very nonchalant.
"Oh, wow! You definitely are a smart one," Necey says sincerely. The halfling slips on her own robe and begins to rifle through the pockets. "Yay, I got all that stuff too... though a robe really isn't my style." She unfurls the scrolls and the leather scrap falls to her feet. "Hmm, what's this?" She turns to the window and holds the star up to place in the sky, and muses aloud, "My Pawpaw told me that the stars would always get me back home..."
"Well, I have to say, grey isn't in my usual palette but this could work" Caerlan muses as he examines the fabric "not badly cut, to be fair, yes, yes I think we'll be ok. Not a big fan of the old "school uniform" but needs must as the devil drives as they say. This scroll could be useful too, already know the spell but when the chips are down and you need a bit extra, never turn down a little help." As he goes through one of the pocket he pulls out a dagger "Now we are talking, oh yes. Never like to be without a blade, no matter how small. Didn't dare leave the house growing up without one, mind you, being in the house wasn't a whole little safer, hahahah!"
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Golver would feel better having a blade close, allowing himself to relax a bit before moving over towards the fireplace. The dragonborn would stand very close to the fire.. close enough that if his body weren't naturally resistant to flame that he would be very uncomfortable. Golver would allow his eyes to focus on the fire as his mind drifts away in thought. occasionally his eyes would wince a bit and his mouth would curl in a snarl as his mind takes him back to a place he doesn't want to be. A few moments later Golver would shake his head and release the orb hanging form his neck that he didn't realize he had been squeezing. "oohhh yyaaaawwwwnnnn... I think it might be time for bed..Big day tomorrow I am sure..." The large dragonborn would say as he moves to his bed and plops inside, tossing his silver robe over his feet like a blanket.
"Mind if I take this one," Necey says indicating one of the beds nearest the window. She drops her pack near the bed and sits on the edge quietly for a moment.
Getting up she walks over to the pair of fish people. "Sorry for ignoring you all of dinner, but now as good a time to become friends, don't you think?" She holds out a little hand and smiles, "Necey Beebalm..."
(Kuo-toa I presume?)
"Well I'm just going to come out and say it, I snore, quite loudly. Good luck to you all hah!" The gnome punctuates the final words by jumping onto one of the free beds. "Now then Necey, I can make an exception for human sized furniture when it's a big, comfy bed like this, marvellous!" Caerlan then looks about the room seeing Necey trying to engage the amphibians in conversation "Did you two have to flip a coin for who got the nicest tank? Guess my snoring won't bother you two as much seeing as you are underwater..."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
(I was waiting to see if my magic worked again in our room before posting anything else lol)
Magic remains inert frustratingly but understandably so as the dwarven woman explained the reason before. The party then watches as the fishlike beings slip into their tanks near the back of the room and the bed Smee selected. They sink into the water and begin to glow slightly as they relax gear and all submerged!
The room is kitted out well. Tge six beds are well made with fine linen and comfortable mattresses. There are magically lit lanterns illuminating tge room and a real fireplace warming it. One window to tge right of the door is temporarily light up by a flash then crash of lighting accompanied by rumbling thunder! It's not late but all of you begin to settle finding a chest at the end of each bed you've chosen that you're sure wasn't there when you first walked it!
How do you proceed?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver would grumble loudly as he fails to cast his spell for the countless time. Looking around the room, the dragonborn would quickly sit up straight noticing the chest at the foot of his bed. Leaping up and moving to the chest as his incredibly ornate cloak flutters behind him, Golver will try to open the chest and see what is inside.
To Caerlan's comment about his snoring, Aura hesitates but ends up saying in her own quiet voice. "I used to sleep with a bunch of people together with me, invariably there was always at least two who snored, so personally I'll be fine... I'm already used to it." She says and lays down completely straight on her bed on top of the covers, and with her hands each holding the opposite arm, as she looks up at the ceiling.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"Guess you're not in the mood for talking," Necey says rather loudly when the fish folk crawl into their tanks. "Maybe tomorrow." She gives them a wave goodnight.
"Shouldn't bother me much. Besides this lovely storm should drown some of it out." Looking down at the footlocker, she says, "What's this? More presents?!" She quickly throws open the chest.
"Well I can't just leave it there, uninvestigated so to speak, I wonder" the gnome fusses around the chest, using the key if necessary.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
All the chests are unlocked. Once open the party finds inside a set of gray robes covered in patches with a slightly iridescent sheen and a single scroll.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver will pick up the robes and give them a quick look over before discarding it on to the bed. "hhhmmmfff, some plain common looking robe... junk... lets see what the scroll says" The dragonborn would say moving to the scroll and picking it up before sitting on the bed next to the crumpled robe. Once on the edge of the bed, Golver would open up the scroll and read what it says.
*Everyone else's scroll says the same thing.*
Inside the scroll, a bit of cured leather falls out in the shape of a star.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"uuUUUUGGGHHHH! more junk" the dragonborn will say with a heavy sigh before cramming the scroll and piece of leather into one of the pouches on his belt. "Did you guys all get the same spell? I mean.. I don't know about you but these fine scales do more than just look good" Golver will say standing up and gesturing to his body with his arms held out wide. "They can protect me better than any mage armor can" The dragonborn would say with a heavy eye roll before collapsing on to the bed and holding up the robe to examine it more closeley, trying to determine why the silver robe was glowing.
arcana 10
investigation 6
Zenith looks through the chest, finding the robe and scroll. He sets them aside for the moment and lays down on the bed. It was far better than he had ever had in the past. "Now this is nice," he muttered to himself.
Golver examines the robe and realizes it's enchanted but he's not sure by what means. Examining it further he finds it's a Robe of Useful Items when discovering a pocket inside has a steel mirror, another produces a dagger, and yet another he find the end of a pole which he pulls and pulls producing a 10-foot pole!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver would smile wide as he pulls out the dagger, quickly and quietly sliding it into his fine clothing. "OK, so I used my superior intellect to inspect the robe a little closer. It is still kind of lame but it is better than nothing. It is a Robe of Useful Items if you arn't familiar.. I wouldn't expect you guys to know about it" The dragonborn says very nonchalant.
Smee's robe is identical. ALL robes and scrolls are identical.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Oh, wow! You definitely are a smart one," Necey says sincerely. The halfling slips on her own robe and begins to rifle through the pockets. "Yay, I got all that stuff too... though a robe really isn't my style." She unfurls the scrolls and the leather scrap falls to her feet. "Hmm, what's this?" She turns to the window and holds the star up to place in the sky, and muses aloud, "My Pawpaw told me that the stars would always get me back home..."
"Well, I have to say, grey isn't in my usual palette but this could work" Caerlan muses as he examines the fabric "not badly cut, to be fair, yes, yes I think we'll be ok. Not a big fan of the old "school uniform" but needs must as the devil drives as they say. This scroll could be useful too, already know the spell but when the chips are down and you need a bit extra, never turn down a little help." As he goes through one of the pocket he pulls out a dagger "Now we are talking, oh yes. Never like to be without a blade, no matter how small. Didn't dare leave the house growing up without one, mind you, being in the house wasn't a whole little safer, hahahah!"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Golver would feel better having a blade close, allowing himself to relax a bit before moving over towards the fireplace. The dragonborn would stand very close to the fire.. close enough that if his body weren't naturally resistant to flame that he would be very uncomfortable. Golver would allow his eyes to focus on the fire as his mind drifts away in thought. occasionally his eyes would wince a bit and his mouth would curl in a snarl as his mind takes him back to a place he doesn't want to be. A few moments later Golver would shake his head and release the orb hanging form his neck that he didn't realize he had been squeezing. "oohhh yyaaaawwwwnnnn... I think it might be time for bed..Big day tomorrow I am sure..." The large dragonborn would say as he moves to his bed and plops inside, tossing his silver robe over his feet like a blanket.
OOC: Anyone have last minute fireside chats or is it safe to move forward?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.