Wheeze looks over to the other two strangers curiously, "Well it's obvious this ones expertise is making loud noises, what do you two do? Do you have any names, I'd like to know who I'll be working with."
After introducing himself to the Tortle with glee Tyrin realizes he almost forgot the other two. "Oh and hello to the two of you as well! My name is Tyrin Luniir and honestly I just kind of travel really..." - walking up to the goblin - "A goblin, oh my, you don't see many goblins running about that aren't trying to bite your legs off." - Tyrin squats down in front of Wheeze - "I am pleased to meet one though." - with a smile Tyrin extends his hand for a shake.
After introducing himself to the Tortle with glee Tyrin realizes he almost forgot the other two. "Oh and hello to the two of you as well! My name is Tyrin Luniir and honestly I just kind of travel really..." - walking up to the goblin - "A goblin, oh my, you don't see many goblins running about that aren't trying to bite your legs off." - Tyrin squats down in front of Wheeze - "I am pleased to meet one though." - with a smile Tyrin extends his hand for a shake.
"Be glad you met this one and not one of the bitey boys, you might loose a finger trying to shake their hand. Good to meet you though, the names Wheeze!" Wheeze said as he energetically returned the handshake. "Who's the turtle?"
Bert shakes his hand vigorously with obvious excitement. "Oh hey yeah nice to meet you sir you know not many people do meet us tortles out in the world but there are actually a great many of us in swamps very similar to these. What people really dont know is there are actually many different types of tortles you got your razor backs and your soft shells and your desert tortles with tons of variations in between. Personally my dad was a razorback and my mum was a softshell thats why I am lacking in sharp edges but I still have a hard shell with a few points." Bert trails off before picking back up "So guards huh we gonna be guarding some boats that sounds pretty fun we are gonna have to practice some sweet boarding maneuvers for if other boats approach. You know most people think tortles are slow but working back in my home swamp in a tavern for quite a few years I have learned some pretty good hand to shell combat moves and all the better if we can drink while we are at it you know?"
Wheeze looks over to the other two strangers curiously, "Well it's obvious this ones expertise is making loud noises, what do you two do? Do you have any names, I'd like to know who I'll be working with."
Reg looks at Wheeze, with an annoyed look on his face. "I do more than just make noise, my friend. I use the power of Metal to produce wondrous magic." With a flurry, he brings out his lyre and begins a heavy, nasty riff.
"I can sing about rainbows and witches to heal your wounds. I can sing about devils and treason to send our enemies running and bleeding!" He stops playing and with a smile finishes with "and I'm really good at keeping the party going."
The day continues on as you mingle among yourselves, getting to know each other better as you've all seemingly been roped in to guard duty by a socially odd otterkin. The remainder of the day goes by smoothly. Occasionally people would pass by to collect supplies for elsewhere. The chubby cat that Bubba hat petted earlier wandered over in search of attention, purring loudly as he mingled among each of you in search of validation before returning to his pillow under the billboard. As the sky begins to shows the early signs of sunset you hear footsteps approach you. A halforc approached, smartly dressed with hair slicked back and facial hair well trimmed. He was different from what one might expect from a half orc, looking more what expect a lesser noble to appear like if this were in a more mainland city.
"And hello fair guardians. I understand Bubba put you all here to get you out of his way," He said before pausing. "I probably should not have mentioned that. I'm sorry, he's not one to trust outsiders much." He then bowed respectively before introducing himself with a smile. "The name's Arok Ironjaw. Pleasure to meet you all. Unlike fair Bubba, I can tell there's more to you all. I trust you have not eaten yet. Perhaps I can fetch you something?"
Arok chuckled at Weeze's remark. "I am more than capable of protecting myself, my thanks for your worries. No, I just know how Bubba can be and came to check on you all, make sure you're all taken care of. Like I said, he was most likely getting you all out of his way while he finishes with the festival grounds. The boats are important yes, but there's no need to protect them. No one here would risk damaging the largest influx of wealth to this town and the palisade keeps any threats from outside town... well outside." Arok slipped a head beneath his tunic and pulled out a white feather. "Now about that meal. I shall not take no for an answer. I was in your spots before and know how it can be." He then tossed the feather into the air and it materialized into a white dove that fluttered off.
It took a few moments but soon a small group of people came towards the docks, one pulling a small two-wheeled cart. "We came as soon as we got your message, boss," the one pulling the cart said as he reached. He seemed a bit nervous and waited for approval from Arok before continuing to serve you all food; a hearty beef stew with some fresh bread and ale.
"Your generosity and hospitality is most appreciated good sir!" My this beef stew I haven't had anything so tender and delicious in ages you must have some wonderful cooks that accompany you on your hunts you must tell them that Bert says thank you all and best regards to the chef!" Bert continues with his meal excitedly talking with his other new friends and host cheersing more times than probably necessary but overall enjoying himself while drinking his fair share of ale.
Arok chuckled at Weeze's remark. "I am more than capable of protecting myself, my thanks for your worries. No, I just know how Bubba can be and came to check on you all, make sure you're all taken care of. Like I said, he was most likely getting you all out of his way while he finishes with the festival grounds. The boats are important yes, but there's no need to protect them. No one here would risk damaging the largest influx of wealth to this town and the palisade keeps any threats from outside town... well outside." Arok slipped a head beneath his tunic and pulled out a white feather. "Now about that meal. I shall not take no for an answer. I was in your spots before and know how it can be." He then tossed the feather into the air and it materialized into a white dove that fluttered off.
It took a few moments but soon a small group of people came towards the docks, one pulling a small two-wheeled cart. "We came as soon as we got your message, boss," the one pulling the cart said as he reached. He seemed a bit nervous and waited for approval from Arok before continuing to serve you all food; a hearty beef stew with some fresh bread and ale.
Reg sees absolutely smitten with Arok. His normally masculine (although not too “manly”) voice turns to higher pitch giggles and nervous laughter. “Oh my, thank you so much for the stew and ale! I haven’t had such a handsome man buy me a meal in ages! The most romantic gesture I normally get is when guys try to slip things into my drink. But since my tolerance is so high I have to ask for another.”
Reg graciously but gracelessly begins devouring the stew. Growing up on a farm he didn’t really have long lunch breaks, so he learned to eat stupid fast. Watching him eat an apple has been known to turn stomachs. Slurping, burping and spilling everywhere, he finishes his two bowls of stew before anyone else even got half way through their first.
And once he’s satisfied, he wipes his face and asks “Well if these boats are the lifeblood of the town, wouldn’t it make sense to guard them even from inside?”
(Rolled a 1 perception to see how nice his clothes are to see how rich he is)
“I would think one day you may want to purchase some cheap pants, wouldn’t keeping the boats safe make that dream come true for you?”
Arok chuckled at Weeze's remark. "I am more than capable of protecting myself, my thanks for your worries. No, I just know how Bubba can be and came to check on you all, make sure you're all taken care of. Like I said, he was most likely getting you all out of his way while he finishes with the festival grounds. The boats are important yes, but there's no need to protect them. No one here would risk damaging the largest influx of wealth to this town and the palisade keeps any threats from outside town... well outside." Arok slipped a head beneath his tunic and pulled out a white feather. "Now about that meal. I shall not take no for an answer. I was in your spots before and know how it can be." He then tossed the feather into the air and it materialized into a white dove that fluttered off.
It took a few moments but soon a small group of people came towards the docks, one pulling a small two-wheeled cart. "We came as soon as we got your message, boss," the one pulling the cart said as he reached. He seemed a bit nervous and waited for approval from Arok before continuing to serve you all food; a hearty beef stew with some fresh bread and ale.
"Thanks for the food sir" Wheeze said as he took a small horn cup and offered it to be filled. Before eating however he gave the cup a long sniff to see whether it was poisoned, or just plain bad.
After deciding it didn't smell poisoned or gross he quickly ate his small cup of food.
Arok stays with you all and chats a bit while he shares a meal with you all. He informs you of the three islands that make up the village: Big Bass, the main island where most of the towns residents live; Catfish Cove, the next island over where most of the shops are located; and Mud Town, the smallest island that most would considered lost to the various vagabonds that have taken residence there. "You know,"Arok says before taking another swig of his ale. His cheeks are slightly rosy and his speech slightly slurred. For every drink one of you has taken he seems to have taken two. "You know, I hear there's a dragon in these swamps. One of my boys said he saw one in the southwest. Big" He hiccups and pauses for a moment to recollect his thoughts. "Big bastard." He laughs with you all a moment longer, even returning some of the flirtation Regi sent towards him, before bidding his farewell. The errand boy that had brought you all your meal helps Arok into the cart Before pulling him away, but not before Arok gives you all a drunken farewell.
Not long after Arok's departure does the atmosphere return to the somberness before he arrived. The sun had dipped below the unseen horizon and the night had taken over full force though the town. A young man, perhaps in his mid to late teens walked by with a torch, lighting lanterns alongside the guild hall and docks. You could hear the noise on the other side of the guild quiet down as the last of the townsfolk retired for the night. The warm embrace of the stew and ale holds you close, dulls your senses. You're blind to the movement at the waters edge, deaf to the creatures emerging from their depts, until its too late. A loud shriek, a battle cry, and stones flying through the night sky.
Initiate Rolls:
Regi - 11
Weeze - 20
Bert - 20
Tyrin - 19
Young Lizardfolk - 7
Lizardfolk - 15
Giant Lizard - 11
Combat Map {{The hunting party has a surprise round on you. Since there's so many of them I did a group stealth where i took the average stealth modifier and just rolled once. Don't worry, you all will have access to group stealth too. the party will get a round of attacks before then following initiative order.}}
Stones whiz though the night sky. Bert turns his back towards the oncoming attack and the stone bounces harmlessly off his shell while the stone flew over Weeze's head. Their cover blown the attack party readies themselves for battle.
Initiative Order: Tyron, Giant Lizard, Weeze, Young Lizardfolks and Lizardfolk, Bert and Regi.
I'll do my best to ensure I post during the day for the giant Lizard's action. I'll also be posting a copy of the map's link on the campaign page should you need to find it and don't feel like searching through the posts for it. Happy rolling!
With surprise in his voice Tyrin clamors, "Great googly-moogly!" - instinct takes over and the humid air of the swamp begins to condense around his hand as a knife of razor ice forms in the air - "Ready yourselves, lizardfolk are upon us!" Targeting the lizard person on the dock near him (blue square to the bottom right) Tyrin launches a spinning blade through the air.
The icey dagger flies through the air and easisly pierces through the soft scales of the lizardfolks underbelly. No sooner did the young register the attack did the dagger explode, hurdleing its lifeless body bsck into the stagnat water. You can see a large shadowy figure on one of the oats grow restless but ultimately stands its ground. A gutteral call shouts from the darkness and seems to revitalize the young lizardfolk.
((Big lizard is delaying. Does anyone speak draconic? And its Weeze's turn now))
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The young lizardfolk rush forward, careful to stay hidden where possible. One abandons its crude sling for a wicked dagger as it closes the distance between it and the goblin.
Attack - 23, Damage - 5
Seeing the hatchling coming, Weeze was easily able to grab its hand before it could strike and pushes the blade away.
((The two on the left have 3/4 cover due tontheir small size and the of the surrounding crates))
Startled, but not quite afraid given the liquid courage he's been nursing all afternoon, Reg's eyes widen and he let's out a low "What the ****?..." He watches Tyrin toss ice daggers at... LIZARDFOLK! Now he realized there's real combat and he's a step or two behind. If there's anything Reg has learned in his life is when you're a small drunk bard in a fight, do what comes naturally: insult the shit out of them.
Reg stands up straight, looks dead at the lizardfolk straight to his left (red square), plucks his lyre and begins to hurl musical insults and curses his direction.
"Gods, you're ugly, that's plain to see.
I can't even tell; from where do you pee?
I'd never bang you anywhere near to sober,
and that means a lot because I've ****ed an ogre."
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((Afternoon. Your meals woulda been a lunch. Visability is fair as the skys woukd be only partly cloudy))
(ok just asking so I know whether to use Light or not)
Wheeze looks over to the other two strangers curiously, "Well it's obvious this ones expertise is making loud noises, what do you two do? Do you have any names, I'd like to know who I'll be working with."
After introducing himself to the Tortle with glee Tyrin realizes he almost forgot the other two. "Oh and hello to the two of you as well! My name is Tyrin Luniir and honestly I just kind of travel really..." - walking up to the goblin - "A goblin, oh my, you don't see many goblins running about that aren't trying to bite your legs off." - Tyrin squats down in front of Wheeze - "I am pleased to meet one though." - with a smile Tyrin extends his hand for a shake.
"Be glad you met this one and not one of the bitey boys, you might loose a finger trying to shake their hand. Good to meet you though, the names Wheeze!" Wheeze said as he energetically returned the handshake. "Who's the turtle?"
Bert shakes his hand vigorously with obvious excitement. "Oh hey yeah nice to meet you sir you know not many people do meet us tortles out in the world but there are actually a great many of us in swamps very similar to these. What people really dont know is there are actually many different types of tortles you got your razor backs and your soft shells and your desert tortles with tons of variations in between. Personally my dad was a razorback and my mum was a softshell thats why I am lacking in sharp edges but I still have a hard shell with a few points." Bert trails off before picking back up "So guards huh we gonna be guarding some boats that sounds pretty fun we are gonna have to practice some sweet boarding maneuvers for if other boats approach. You know most people think tortles are slow but working back in my home swamp in a tavern for quite a few years I have learned some pretty good hand to shell combat moves and all the better if we can drink while we are at it you know?"
Reg looks at Wheeze, with an annoyed look on his face. "I do more than just make noise, my friend. I use the power of Metal to produce wondrous magic." With a flurry, he brings out his lyre and begins a heavy, nasty riff.
"I can sing about rainbows and witches to heal your wounds. I can sing about devils and treason to send our enemies running and bleeding!" He stops playing and with a smile finishes with "and I'm really good at keeping the party going."
With that he cracks open his second 'work beer'.
"I really like you're style, Bert. Very pleased to meet you"
The day continues on as you mingle among yourselves, getting to know each other better as you've all seemingly been roped in to guard duty by a socially odd otterkin. The remainder of the day goes by smoothly. Occasionally people would pass by to collect supplies for elsewhere. The chubby cat that Bubba hat petted earlier wandered over in search of attention, purring loudly as he mingled among each of you in search of validation before returning to his pillow under the billboard. As the sky begins to shows the early signs of sunset you hear footsteps approach you. A halforc approached, smartly dressed with hair slicked back and facial hair well trimmed. He was different from what one might expect from a half orc, looking more what expect a lesser noble to appear like if this were in a more mainland city.
"And hello fair guardians. I understand Bubba put you all here to get you out of his way," He said before pausing. "I probably should not have mentioned that. I'm sorry, he's not one to trust outsiders much." He then bowed respectively before introducing himself with a smile. "The name's Arok Ironjaw. Pleasure to meet you all. Unlike fair Bubba, I can tell there's more to you all. I trust you have not eaten yet. Perhaps I can fetch you something?"
"So are we guarding you or a boat?" Wheeze asked the sharply dressed half-orc.
Arok chuckled at Weeze's remark. "I am more than capable of protecting myself, my thanks for your worries. No, I just know how Bubba can be and came to check on you all, make sure you're all taken care of. Like I said, he was most likely getting you all out of his way while he finishes with the festival grounds. The boats are important yes, but there's no need to protect them. No one here would risk damaging the largest influx of wealth to this town and the palisade keeps any threats from outside town... well outside." Arok slipped a head beneath his tunic and pulled out a white feather. "Now about that meal. I shall not take no for an answer. I was in your spots before and know how it can be." He then tossed the feather into the air and it materialized into a white dove that fluttered off.
It took a few moments but soon a small group of people came towards the docks, one pulling a small two-wheeled cart. "We came as soon as we got your message, boss," the one pulling the cart said as he reached. He seemed a bit nervous and waited for approval from Arok before continuing to serve you all food; a hearty beef stew with some fresh bread and ale.
"Your generosity and hospitality is most appreciated good sir!" My this beef stew I haven't had anything so tender and delicious in ages you must have some wonderful cooks that accompany you on your hunts you must tell them that Bert says thank you all and best regards to the chef!" Bert continues with his meal excitedly talking with his other new friends and host cheersing more times than probably necessary but overall enjoying himself while drinking his fair share of ale.
Reg sees absolutely smitten with Arok. His normally masculine (although not too “manly”) voice turns to higher pitch giggles and nervous laughter. “Oh my, thank you so much for the stew and ale! I haven’t had such a handsome man buy me a meal in ages! The most romantic gesture I normally get is when guys try to slip things into my drink. But since my tolerance is so high I have to ask for another.”
Reg graciously but gracelessly begins devouring the stew. Growing up on a farm he didn’t really have long lunch breaks, so he learned to eat stupid fast. Watching him eat an apple has been known to turn stomachs. Slurping, burping and spilling everywhere, he finishes his two bowls of stew before anyone else even got half way through their first.
He finishes his ale while giving eyes to Arok
And once he’s satisfied, he wipes his face and asks “Well if these boats are the lifeblood of the town, wouldn’t it make sense to guard them even from inside?”
(Rolled a 1 perception to see how nice his clothes are to see how rich he is)
“I would think one day you may want to purchase some cheap pants, wouldn’t keeping the boats safe make that dream come true for you?”
"Thanks for the food sir" Wheeze said as he took a small horn cup and offered it to be filled. Before eating however he gave the cup a long sniff to see whether it was poisoned, or just plain bad.
After deciding it didn't smell poisoned or gross he quickly ate his small cup of food.
Arok stays with you all and chats a bit while he shares a meal with you all. He informs you of the three islands that make up the village: Big Bass, the main island where most of the towns residents live; Catfish Cove, the next island over where most of the shops are located; and Mud Town, the smallest island that most would considered lost to the various vagabonds that have taken residence there. "You know," Arok says before taking another swig of his ale. His cheeks are slightly rosy and his speech slightly slurred. For every drink one of you has taken he seems to have taken two. "You know, I hear there's a dragon in these swamps. One of my boys said he saw one in the southwest. Big" He hiccups and pauses for a moment to recollect his thoughts. "Big bastard." He laughs with you all a moment longer, even returning some of the flirtation Regi sent towards him, before bidding his farewell. The errand boy that had brought you all your meal helps Arok into the cart Before pulling him away, but not before Arok gives you all a drunken farewell.
Not long after Arok's departure does the atmosphere return to the somberness before he arrived. The sun had dipped below the unseen horizon and the night had taken over full force though the town. A young man, perhaps in his mid to late teens walked by with a torch, lighting lanterns alongside the guild hall and docks. You could hear the noise on the other side of the guild quiet down as the last of the townsfolk retired for the night. The warm embrace of the stew and ale holds you close, dulls your senses. You're blind to the movement at the waters edge, deaf to the creatures emerging from their depts, until its too late. A loud shriek, a battle cry, and stones flying through the night sky.
Initiate Rolls:
Regi - 11
Weeze - 20
Bert - 20
Tyrin - 19
Young Lizardfolk - 7
Lizardfolk - 15
Giant Lizard - 11
Combat Map {{The hunting party has a surprise round on you. Since there's so many of them I did a group stealth where i took the average stealth modifier and just rolled once. Don't worry, you all will have access to group stealth too. the party will get a round of attacks before then following initiative order.}}
Green vs. Bert: Attack - 13 Damage - 3
Blue vs. Weeze: Attack - 9 Damage - 4
Stones whiz though the night sky. Bert turns his back towards the oncoming attack and the stone bounces harmlessly off his shell while the stone flew over Weeze's head. Their cover blown the attack party readies themselves for battle.
Initiative Order: Tyron, Giant Lizard, Weeze, Young Lizardfolks and Lizardfolk, Bert and Regi.
I'll do my best to ensure I post during the day for the giant Lizard's action. I'll also be posting a copy of the map's link on the campaign page should you need to find it and don't feel like searching through the posts for it. Happy rolling!
With surprise in his voice Tyrin clamors, "Great googly-moogly!" - instinct takes over and the humid air of the swamp begins to condense around his hand as a knife of razor ice forms in the air - "Ready yourselves, lizardfolk are upon us!" Targeting the lizard person on the dock near him (blue square to the bottom right) Tyrin launches a spinning blade through the air.
The icey dagger flies through the air and easisly pierces through the soft scales of the lizardfolks underbelly. No sooner did the young register the attack did the dagger explode, hurdleing its lifeless body bsck into the stagnat water. You can see a large shadowy figure on one of the oats grow restless but ultimately stands its ground. A gutteral call shouts from the darkness and seems to revitalize the young lizardfolk.
((Big lizard is delaying. Does anyone speak draconic? And its Weeze's turn now))
Wheeze hearing the warning from the druid leaps behind a box behind him for cover, mentally marks the nearest young lizard and fires an arrow at it.
(I used hunters mark as my bonus action)
The young lizardfolk rush forward, careful to stay hidden where possible. One abandons its crude sling for a wicked dagger as it closes the distance between it and the goblin.
Attack - 23, Damage - 5
Seeing the hatchling coming, Weeze was easily able to grab its hand before it could strike and pushes the blade away.
((The two on the left have 3/4 cover due tontheir small size and the of the surrounding crates))
Startled, but not quite afraid given the liquid courage he's been nursing all afternoon, Reg's eyes widen and he let's out a low "What the ****?..." He watches Tyrin toss ice daggers at... LIZARDFOLK! Now he realized there's real combat and he's a step or two behind. If there's anything Reg has learned in his life is when you're a small drunk bard in a fight, do what comes naturally: insult the shit out of them.
Reg stands up straight, looks dead at the lizardfolk straight to his left (red square), plucks his lyre and begins to hurl musical insults and curses his direction.
"Gods, you're ugly, that's plain to see.
I can't even tell; from where do you pee?
I'd never bang you anywhere near to sober,
and that means a lot because I've ****ed an ogre."