Ok everyone. It's going to hopefully begin tomorrow. I promise I'm not ghosting you; I had a busy weekend (12 hour shifts are not fun). For those of you who have pending applications, please get me backstory material soon. I hope you all are as excited for this campaign as I am to run it.
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At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Without further ado, let us begin. The Docks of Waterdeep are bustling with ships loading and unloading - whether it be Pirate Hunters like the Sea Sprite or merchant ships setting out to do trade with the many towns and cities across the Sword Coast. One such ship, the Shimmering Hope, is preparing for a dangerous, arduous journey. Word has it on the docks that she's setting sail soon. Most folk are of the opinion that the Hope will be setting out to trade with the Moonshae Isles, but there aren't many trade goods. Sailors roll up the kegs of water and salted pork.
The Hope is a dark oaken galleon. Larger than nearly every ship in the dock, it's hard to miss the towering masts climbing into the sky. It's nautical figurehead, a winged woman staring up to the heavens, seems almost angelic as a ray of light peeks through the clouds overhead showering the figurine with light.
As the appointed time for you to board approaches, what are you all doing?
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At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Delkin, a Gnome with brown hair wearing dark grey monk robes, approaches the Shimmering Hope. Looking up at the massive ship he begins to question his decision to embark on this expedition. He has never ventured out to sea before now and has never been on a boat of any kind, especially one as large as the galleon before him. He stands near the gangplank watching the activity around him and waiting to see who boards the massive ship.
With clothes and gear that have seen better days, a human woman comes to the quarterdeck to see the cox'n or whoever is doing the recruiting. Frankly, she has seen better days herself. Most notably, a black "x" tattooed between her eyebrows and hair going a little gray even though she's not yet 30.
Oy Chief. Are you signing soldiers on this vessel? I have served at sea before, a fighter not a sailor but used to the routine. Assuming you cannot give us details, but can you let us know some hint of the prospects? I've no taste for pirating for example, but otherwise if you can use a bow or blades - sign me on as Saba Brzinsk (bruh-ZHINsk)
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
An old, slightly stooped human shuffles down the dock toward the ship, his white beard almost dragging the ground. His robes, while clean, are faded, patched and worn. A similarly faded and patched hat sits on white hair almost as long as the beard. As he walks, he mumbles softly under his breath, seemingly to the small squirrel perched on his shoulder. He glances over at the gnome watching the gangplank:
Lovely day for sailing, eh?
He cackles to himself and heads toward the gangplank, mumbling to the squirrel again.
Lovely day, Nutsy. Just lovely.
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Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Orryn Daergel, a gnome with a shock of white hair and wearing blue robes that flap at his ankles, comes strolling down the road. His eyes dart over a series of papers he carries as he mutters to himself,
"Wind currents. fish islands, maybe a dolphins. Always wanted to see a dolphin. So much to see, so much to learn. I wonder what else we'll find. This will be exciting!"
As Orryn reaches the docks, he pulls his eyes away from his papers long enough to scan around for the Shimmering Hope.Once he spots her, he'll grab a spot to sit and continue studying his notes.
Rather flustered, a small Triton man totters along the dockside, stopping occasionally to ask the locals for directions.
Aethos scratched his head as he paced the dockside, absentmindedly.
Approaching a couple of young Urchins at play, Aethos straightened himself up, “Excuseth me children, but wouldst thou kindly pointeth me in the direction of the...”
What was the name of the ship... Aethos briefly paused to think before continuing, “... Shivering Hope?”
Laughing the larger of the Urchins, a tall lad, stepped forward and, raising his grubby hand, pointed directly behind Aethos.
Ahh, the SHIMMERING Hope!... Aethos grinned back at the lad and pressed a silver piece into his outstretched hand, “Thankth thou dear boy, the Shimmering Hope it is!”
Looking on the fine vessel in front of him with a sense of awe, Aethos was filled with all the possibilities and hopes it may bring.
"What have I got myself into?" , wonders Corbin as he watches the people gathering onto the deck.
A man in his early 20s, Corbin squints up at the Shimmering Hope . He is wearing an old cloak, once black, over a new and smelly leather breastplate, leather straps keeping his black clothing close to his body. Two shortswords and quiver of arrows at his hips, longbow and backpack slung over his shoulders, he's the portrait of the ranger going out for a hunt in the forest. Only his tanned skin and the crow's feet at the corners of his sea green eyes betrayed him for a seafarer.
"Aaah!", he averts eyes as the sun filters through the cloud cover to wash it in light, pulling his hood up over his short dark brown hair for shade.
"I hope they have milk on board. Then something stronger. Or maybe just milk, this hangover is killing me."
As he looks down he notices a beggar watching him intently. Corbin blushes a litttle realising he's been talking to himself again and starts towards the deck, dropping a silver behind.
A young woman clearly of mixed orc and human parentage arrives on deck. Dressed in shabby clothes that have seen better days, she carries a great axe on her back. “Can anyone point me to the galley?” She says meekly.
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
So as soon as she knew she was shipping out, Saba would have sent a last letter to her folks.
Saba will log in aboard early enough to stow most of her gear, get her boots off, and get the feel of the deck and rigging. She will check out the sight lines from the fighting tops or crow's nests or whatever they have aloft where she can get a bowshot from - and noting where on the deck is covered from various points. She'll try and make nice with the crew, not trying to get any info but lending a hand, small talk, listening to sea-stories.
Noticing all the adventure-y types coming aboard, she'll join wherever we're collecting. Saba Brzinsk. Anyone need a hand getting stowed? There are...a lot of us signed on? Anyone know anything about why?
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Seemingly paying no mind to the bustle around him, the old man sits cross legged against the wall in a corner, studying a scroll he's opened before him. He absentmindedly wiggles his fingers and mumbles, never taking his eyes off the scroll, and a hand appears next to him. He spits a small, smooth stone into it, mumbles some more, and then the hand pops the stone back in his mouth and disappears.
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Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
A darkhaired woman steps onto the deck, wearing a white sailor's dress and black gloves. She wears a pair of shiny, black boots on her feet, fine thick black gloves, a sun hat, and strapped to her side is a sword and a brace of pistols. She takes stride confidently and carefully, marching straight past the men on deck, though noticing the various adventurers gathered aboard the ship. In one hand, she carries a piece of paper.
She pounds on the door of the captain's cabin. The door peeks open and the captain, a halfling wearing a red coat and a tricorne steps out. "They're gathered aboard, ma'am," he says, pointing to the varied crew collected.
"You're telling me that after six months of planning this expedition, the best the Council can send us is a wizard sucking on a rock?" she asked frowning, specifically waving her hands towards the old man with the squirrel. "This is a mission of high priority. We cannot afford a group of amateurs to ruin it."
The captain shrugs his shoulders. "Who were you expecting, Drizzt Do'Urden?"
"That would be preferrable," she replied, crossing her arms. "Gather them below." She then marched herself below deck.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He stepped out of his cabin and walked over to the various adventurers strewn across deck. "Ladies and gentlemen, please gather below deck and we will give details on the expedition." The sailors had watched all these exchanges carefully, and the captain turned to them, "Get back to work, you lazy dogs!" then he muttered, "So hard to find good help these days." Turning towards some of the larger, tougher crew members, he added, "If you so much as look at her the wrong way, she will skin you alive and make it into a blanket. And that's before I have you flogged and sent to the brig." The crew looked at one anotherand scurried off to their assigned positions.
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At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
From where he's been standing leaning against the rail, conversing with a handful of crewmembers, Virnelis could be mistaken for a sailor himself -- and has been one, on past voyages. His salt-rimed hair tied back against his skull hides his pointed ears, but blue-green skin, even tanned and weathered as his is, gives away his heritage, and even with the hard life of a sailor to put a fair amount of muscle on his frame, the lack of tusks and the shortness of stature reveal him to anyone with an educated guess as a sea elf. His tattered robes are hardly distinguishable as a uniform of any sort, but a rough amulet of steel and bronze depicting a thundercloud thunks against his chest in a way that suggests armor underneath, suggesting a cleric or at least a religious acolyte of some sort. He slips the flask back to the crewman and takes up his pack, going to join the other adventurers.
61 making my 12 a 17
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Ability scores: 10 8 12 11 11 14
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Ability scores: 16 15 16 13 15 12
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Ok everyone. It's going to hopefully begin tomorrow. I promise I'm not ghosting you; I had a busy weekend (12 hour shifts are not fun). For those of you who have pending applications, please get me backstory material soon. I hope you all are as excited for this campaign as I am to run it.
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Thanks for letting us know Osnil. Looking forward to it. Take care
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
It's time to start guys! Also, here's the OOC link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/43842-paradise-isles-ooc/unread
Without further ado, let us begin. The Docks of Waterdeep are bustling with ships loading and unloading - whether it be Pirate Hunters like the Sea Sprite or merchant ships setting out to do trade with the many towns and cities across the Sword Coast. One such ship, the Shimmering Hope, is preparing for a dangerous, arduous journey. Word has it on the docks that she's setting sail soon. Most folk are of the opinion that the Hope will be setting out to trade with the Moonshae Isles, but there aren't many trade goods. Sailors roll up the kegs of water and salted pork.
The Hope is a dark oaken galleon. Larger than nearly every ship in the dock, it's hard to miss the towering masts climbing into the sky. It's nautical figurehead, a winged woman staring up to the heavens, seems almost angelic as a ray of light peeks through the clouds overhead showering the figurine with light.
As the appointed time for you to board approaches, what are you all doing?
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Delkin, a Gnome with brown hair wearing dark grey monk robes, approaches the Shimmering Hope. Looking up at the massive ship he begins to question his decision to embark on this expedition. He has never ventured out to sea before now and has never been on a boat of any kind, especially one as large as the galleon before him. He stands near the gangplank watching the activity around him and waiting to see who boards the massive ship.
Delkin Tofan - Gnome Monk Level 1 - Paradise Isles
With clothes and gear that have seen better days, a human woman comes to the quarterdeck to see the cox'n or whoever is doing the recruiting. Frankly, she has seen better days herself. Most notably, a black "x" tattooed between her eyebrows and hair going a little gray even though she's not yet 30.
Oy Chief. Are you signing soldiers on this vessel? I have served at sea before, a fighter not a sailor but used to the routine. Assuming you cannot give us details, but can you let us know some hint of the prospects? I've no taste for pirating for example, but otherwise if you can use a bow or blades - sign me on as Saba Brzinsk (bruh-ZHINsk)
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
An old, slightly stooped human shuffles down the dock toward the ship, his white beard almost dragging the ground. His robes, while clean, are faded, patched and worn. A similarly faded and patched hat sits on white hair almost as long as the beard. As he walks, he mumbles softly under his breath, seemingly to the small squirrel perched on his shoulder. He glances over at the gnome watching the gangplank:
Lovely day for sailing, eh?
He cackles to himself and heads toward the gangplank, mumbling to the squirrel again.
Lovely day, Nutsy. Just lovely.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Watching the strange old man climb the gangplank, Delkin follows suit and makes his way up to the ship.
Was he talking to a squirrel? I think I may like that one. Delkin says to himself.
Delkin Tofan - Gnome Monk Level 1 - Paradise Isles
Orryn Daergel, a gnome with a shock of white hair and wearing blue robes that flap at his ankles, comes strolling down the road. His eyes dart over a series of papers he carries as he mutters to himself,
"Wind currents. fish islands, maybe a dolphins. Always wanted to see a dolphin. So much to see, so much to learn. I wonder what else we'll find. This will be exciting!"
As Orryn reaches the docks, he pulls his eyes away from his papers long enough to scan around for the Shimmering Hope. Once he spots her, he'll grab a spot to sit and continue studying his notes.
Adrik Torunn: Hill Dwarf Life Cleric of Moradin
Ando Fain: Half-elf Oath of Ancients Paladin of Miliekki, Dragon of Icespire Peak campaign
DM for home campaign
Rather flustered, a small Triton man totters along the dockside, stopping occasionally to ask the locals for directions.
Aethos scratched his head as he paced the dockside, absentmindedly.
Approaching a couple of young Urchins at play, Aethos straightened himself up, “Excuseth me children, but wouldst thou kindly pointeth me in the direction of the...”
What was the name of the ship... Aethos briefly paused to think before continuing, “... Shivering Hope?”
Laughing the larger of the Urchins, a tall lad, stepped forward and, raising his grubby hand, pointed directly behind Aethos.
Ahh, the SHIMMERING Hope!... Aethos grinned back at the lad and pressed a silver piece into his outstretched hand, “Thankth thou dear boy, the Shimmering Hope it is!”
Looking on the fine vessel in front of him with a sense of awe, Aethos was filled with all the possibilities and hopes it may bring.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"What have I got myself into?" , wonders Corbin as he watches the people gathering onto the deck.
A man in his early 20s, Corbin squints up at the Shimmering Hope . He is wearing an old cloak, once black, over a new and smelly leather breastplate, leather straps keeping his black clothing close to his body. Two shortswords and quiver of arrows at his hips, longbow and backpack slung over his shoulders, he's the portrait of the ranger going out for a hunt in the forest. Only his tanned skin and the crow's feet at the corners of his sea green eyes betrayed him for a seafarer.
"Aaah!", he averts eyes as the sun filters through the cloud cover to wash it in light, pulling his hood up over his short dark brown hair for shade.
"I hope they have milk on board. Then something stronger. Or maybe just milk, this hangover is killing me."
As he looks down he notices a beggar watching him intently. Corbin blushes a litttle realising he's been talking to himself again and starts towards the deck, dropping a silver behind.
A young woman clearly of mixed orc and human parentage arrives on deck. Dressed in shabby clothes that have seen better days, she carries a great axe on her back. “Can anyone point me to the galley?” She says meekly.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
So as soon as she knew she was shipping out, Saba would have sent a last letter to her folks.
Saba will log in aboard early enough to stow most of her gear, get her boots off, and get the feel of the deck and rigging. She will check out the sight lines from the fighting tops or crow's nests or whatever they have aloft where she can get a bowshot from - and noting where on the deck is covered from various points. She'll try and make nice with the crew, not trying to get any info but lending a hand, small talk, listening to sea-stories.
Noticing all the adventure-y types coming aboard, she'll join wherever we're collecting. Saba Brzinsk. Anyone need a hand getting stowed? There are...a lot of us signed on? Anyone know anything about why?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Seemingly paying no mind to the bustle around him, the old man sits cross legged against the wall in a corner, studying a scroll he's opened before him. He absentmindedly wiggles his fingers and mumbles, never taking his eyes off the scroll, and a hand appears next to him. He spits a small, smooth stone into it, mumbles some more, and then the hand pops the stone back in his mouth and disappears.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
A darkhaired woman steps onto the deck, wearing a white sailor's dress and black gloves. She wears a pair of shiny, black boots on her feet, fine thick black gloves, a sun hat, and strapped to her side is a sword and a brace of pistols. She takes stride confidently and carefully, marching straight past the men on deck, though noticing the various adventurers gathered aboard the ship. In one hand, she carries a piece of paper.
She pounds on the door of the captain's cabin. The door peeks open and the captain, a halfling wearing a red coat and a tricorne steps out. "They're gathered aboard, ma'am," he says, pointing to the varied crew collected.
"You're telling me that after six months of planning this expedition, the best the Council can send us is a wizard sucking on a rock?" she asked frowning, specifically waving her hands towards the old man with the squirrel. "This is a mission of high priority. We cannot afford a group of amateurs to ruin it."
The captain shrugs his shoulders. "Who were you expecting, Drizzt Do'Urden?"
"That would be preferrable," she replied, crossing her arms. "Gather them below." She then marched herself below deck.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He stepped out of his cabin and walked over to the various adventurers strewn across deck. "Ladies and gentlemen, please gather below deck and we will give details on the expedition." The sailors had watched all these exchanges carefully, and the captain turned to them, "Get back to work, you lazy dogs!" then he muttered, "So hard to find good help these days." Turning towards some of the larger, tougher crew members, he added, "If you so much as look at her the wrong way, she will skin you alive and make it into a blanket. And that's before I have you flogged and sent to the brig." The crew looked at one another and scurried off to their assigned positions.
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Still not taking his eyes off the scroll, the old man grabs his staff and swiftly pops up from the ground.
Come on Nutsy, that lady's just upset about something. It's not you, it's her!
He looks up and seems to notice all the others for the first time.
Oh! The gang's all here then!
He cackles and shuffles out after the woman, leaning heavily on his staff.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
From where he's been standing leaning against the rail, conversing with a handful of crewmembers, Virnelis could be mistaken for a sailor himself -- and has been one, on past voyages. His salt-rimed hair tied back against his skull hides his pointed ears, but blue-green skin, even tanned and weathered as his is, gives away his heritage, and even with the hard life of a sailor to put a fair amount of muscle on his frame, the lack of tusks and the shortness of stature reveal him to anyone with an educated guess as a sea elf. His tattered robes are hardly distinguishable as a uniform of any sort, but a rough amulet of steel and bronze depicting a thundercloud thunks against his chest in a way that suggests armor underneath, suggesting a cleric or at least a religious acolyte of some sort. He slips the flask back to the crewman and takes up his pack, going to join the other adventurers.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep