The Ordric Barony is a simple land at the base of the Huldon Mountains, the range that separates Eastern Evras from the Harsh North. Seven villages surround its capital, Cormoreth, which is occupied by Baron Delwyn Ordric.
You've all made your way to Wheldrek for your own reasons. The smallest and newest town in the barony, Wheldrek is a lakeside hamlet designated as a fishing village. The construction is plain and simple, and it's evident that it's still in its developing stages. The citizens in the streets seem restless and wary, staring at you behind your backs and lowering their voices to a whisper as you walk by.
A young female half-elf dressed in nondescript, dusty clothing suitable for labor and sporting a few weapons of protection on her person, Jayne walks at a comfortable pace along the streets of Wheldrek. She's used to stares. While the people of her farming town down south seem to have finally accepted her — it helps that they respect Hal and Ophelia so much — she endured many months of questioning looks. The looks were easy to deal with — it was the actual questions they asked that bothered her. She had so many of her own, and trying to explain that she couldn't answer any of the ones the townsfolk had was quite frustrating at times.
As Jayne walks, she idly plays with the long tresses of her red-brown hair or the indigo-gray crystal hanging from the silver chain around her neck.
"Go to Wheldrek," Hal had said. The idea of leaving the only town she knew — and the only two people she considered family — was both exhilarating and frightening. She didn't know much, even about herself, but she had pointed out to her that she's "a curious sort". The idea of visiting another town in the barony would give her the opportunity to perhaps learn more about herself. Maybe someone would recognize her. Maybe she would recognize someone else.
She and Ophelia had embraced as they said their good-byes, and Jayne had felt her eyes sting with unshed tears. No matter how many times she had developed a painful blister or fallen off the mule or dropped a heavy crate on her toe, she had never cried. But here's proof that she could. But she blinked them away, not wanting to appear weak even in front of these two wonderful people.
Jayne gives each stranger a quick nod of hello as she makes note of the various buildings. The whole place smells like fish, but it isn't an unpleasant smell to Jayne. Hal had told her to come help makes things better in Wheldrek, and so here she is. Now what?
This, her second day in what to her felt cramped and confining, was much like the last. Dyrdramande aimlessly wandered around town, looking for someone or something familiar, looking for elves of the wildland tribes, looking for a trader she recognized, or looking for work. What little coin her father was able to gather for her as she hurried her away from the rampaging ogres would soon run out. In a fishing village, though, no one needed her hunting skills. She'd been trained to hunt fish with an arrow tied to a thin rope of silk, but had no silk rope to make the attempt at present. It wasn't that she needed the money for food. She could go less than a mile from the town and hunt or forage for more than enough to keep her fed. No, much more so she was spending coin and looking for paid work, with the prayer that in one of those interactions she would find a respite from her sorrow, a new friend, or an old familiar face. Her family was gone; her tribe decimated. Really, at the heart of it all, Dyrdramande wandered Wheldrek looking for her new tribe...
Icierys shifted his shoulders uncomfortably as he walked the streets of Wheldrek. "Just my luck," he mumbled under his breath. Of all the places he had to end up, it was the one settlement he'd never visited before. The sight of a dragonborn was rare enough, he knew that, but the stares still burned against his scales. The air here had something more to it that worried the dragonborn--the scent of uncertainty and fear. Almost habitually, his hand started for his longsword, but he caught himself.
Icierys stopped for a moment, breathed in deep, and sighed. Rather than follow his standard "enter, resupply, and leave" procedure, he knew he couldn't leave until he learned what was making the people uneasy. He scanned the streets, trying to follow the flow of people and doing his best to ignore the stares. Deciding that the docks were his best bet, he headed down there, hoping to catch sight of either someone he knew or someone who knew what had everyone on edge.
In Halsworth, Hal and Ophelia's tavern was the center of everything. There, you could get a drink, eat a meal, find a job, hear the latest gossip, rent a room, and some were even known to find a mate. Jayne set about to find a tavern. There had to be one in Wheldrek somewhere.
A willowy elf dangles his feet in the lake, a two foot spear driven into the earth next to him with a shield hanging off it. A pair of sturdy, worn boots lay casually discarded near them. Another uneventful shift, but also another shift where everyone is clearly in uneasy discomfort. Rhys ruffles his short mohawk, idly wondering if there is some kind of magic at work in the village. He's sensed it too, the feeling that something is wrong.. He watches a fish swim near his foot, investigate it, then swim away, disappointed at the lack of a meal. Rhys wonders how long he's been sitting here. Looking at the position of the sun, it's been at least an hour. "I need to stop losing track of time like this. Oh well. Not like I have any place to be." Pausing, Rhys realizes that he is fortunate to be able to lose track of his thoughts like this, while everyone else seems so uneasy.
Ah well, I need to start moving anyway. I probably need to eat sometime soon. I wonder what's for dinner. Time to ponder these problems later. For now, I can drop the shield and spear for a while and grab some food. Slowly, he pulls his feet out of the water, dons his spear and shield, and starts walking, boots in hand, back to his small home near the docks, and soon after, to the tavern for food.
OOC: I'm assuming you guys are all somewhere along the shore, or at least near it?
Jayne finds what appears to be a smaller, unkempt inn by the docks. As she walks over to head through the tavern doors, a loud yelp of pain erupts from the shore, as a swarm of 5 giant crabs begins attacking some of the fishermen, who's hands are full trying to pull in what little fish they were able to obtain today.
Ferdinand arrives in the Hamlet. He was sent by his order to keep a closer eye on the area, as the beholders feel a disturbance in its area. As he will be here for some time, he makes his way to the tavern, informing himself on the prices of lodging here in Wheldrek. It doesnt need to be luxurious, even though he doubts that it would even be an option. To him its the prices that matter more.
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As Icierys made his way toward the docks, the sudden shouts of panic caught his attention. Dropping his hand to the hilt of his sword, he charges around the corner to see the swarm of giant crabs crawling out of the water. Drawing his sword, Icierys roared, "Move!" before charging the crabs.
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Jayne's eyes go wide as she hears the shouts. She withdraws her hand from the door of the tavern and runs in the direction of the supposed trouble. Once she sees the giant crabs, her eyes go wide again. Icierys's command catches her ears, and she glances and then looks a second time at the pale dragonborn also running toward the creatures. Tearing her gaze away and narrowing her eyes at the crabs, she prepares to engage.
Initiative: 22
(DM, Jayne would have cast mage armor on herself as soon as she was setting out on her journey to Wheldrek, and I'm assuming that was less than eight hours ago.)
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A sudden commotion and sound force Dyrdramande's attention to the hear and now. She sees the commotion is down near the fishing docks and throws a hand on her longbow, looking to see if there's any place she could offer aid.
Initiative: 12
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At the sound the scuffling, Rhys starts running barefoot towards the noise. When he gets in sight of the crabs, he drops his boots and starts running toward the beasts.
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Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
(Elf Dex! I'll go first, by virtue of being first poster.)
Sprinting towards the crabs, Rhys readies his spear and his shield. Looks like today won't be so quiet after all. As he closes on Crab 4, he whispers under his breath, and sparks start to fly from the tip of his spear. He casts Booming Blade as he goes to impale the giant crab.
Seeing that the fishermen are in imminent danger, Dyrdramande draws and fires at the crab already close enough to attack (crab 1).
Longbow attack: 13 Damage: 5
Firing from street level makes her uncomfortable, so she turns and moves to the nearest building (square D2), attempting to climb onto the roof to get a better vantage point.
As Rhys charges the crabs, a burst of arcane energy erupts from behind him, pelting one of the crabs. As he goes in to finish the job, the tip of his spear just scathes the hard shell of the crab. Dyrdramande makes takes a shot from afar, landing in the water just before the crab. She then attempt to make her way onto the roof of the nearest building (you technically don’t have enough movement to make it on top of the roof, but you’ll make it there next turn!).
Crab 3 remains motionless, still trying to get closer to the fishermen.
Crab 4, reflexively after noticing Rhys’ attack, takes a swing at him with it’s claw.
Attack: 13 Damage: 6
Crab 5 also attacks Rhys, the closest target to it.
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Jayne hurries closer to the dock (G8), glad to see some others already trying to help the natives. "Leave the fish!" she yells. "Save yourselves!" As she sees crab 3 still threatening the fishermen, she creates a ball of roiling black and white energy in her hand and then hurls at the creature.
The Ordric Barony is a simple land at the base of the Huldon Mountains, the range that separates Eastern Evras from the Harsh North. Seven villages surround its capital, Cormoreth, which is occupied by Baron Delwyn Ordric.
You've all made your way to Wheldrek for your own reasons. The smallest and newest town in the barony, Wheldrek is a lakeside hamlet designated as a fishing village. The construction is plain and simple, and it's evident that it's still in its developing stages. The citizens in the streets seem restless and wary, staring at you behind your backs and lowering their voices to a whisper as you walk by.
A young female half-elf dressed in nondescript, dusty clothing suitable for labor and sporting a few weapons of protection on her person, Jayne walks at a comfortable pace along the streets of Wheldrek. She's used to stares. While the people of her farming town down south seem to have finally accepted her — it helps that they respect Hal and Ophelia so much — she endured many months of questioning looks. The looks were easy to deal with — it was the actual questions they asked that bothered her. She had so many of her own, and trying to explain that she couldn't answer any of the ones the townsfolk had was quite frustrating at times.
As Jayne walks, she idly plays with the long tresses of her red-brown hair or the indigo-gray crystal hanging from the silver chain around her neck.
"Go to Wheldrek," Hal had said. The idea of leaving the only town she knew — and the only two people she considered family — was both exhilarating and frightening. She didn't know much, even about herself, but she had pointed out to her that she's "a curious sort". The idea of visiting another town in the barony would give her the opportunity to perhaps learn more about herself. Maybe someone would recognize her. Maybe she would recognize someone else.
She and Ophelia had embraced as they said their good-byes, and Jayne had felt her eyes sting with unshed tears. No matter how many times she had developed a painful blister or fallen off the mule or dropped a heavy crate on her toe, she had never cried. But here's proof that she could. But she blinked them away, not wanting to appear weak even in front of these two wonderful people.
Jayne gives each stranger a quick nod of hello as she makes note of the various buildings. The whole place smells like fish, but it isn't an unpleasant smell to Jayne. Hal had told her to come help makes things better in Wheldrek, and so here she is. Now what?
This, her second day in what to her felt cramped and confining, was much like the last. Dyrdramande aimlessly wandered around town, looking for someone or something familiar, looking for elves of the wildland tribes, looking for a trader she recognized, or looking for work. What little coin her father was able to gather for her as she hurried her away from the rampaging ogres would soon run out. In a fishing village, though, no one needed her hunting skills. She'd been trained to hunt fish with an arrow tied to a thin rope of silk, but had no silk rope to make the attempt at present. It wasn't that she needed the money for food. She could go less than a mile from the town and hunt or forage for more than enough to keep her fed. No, much more so she was spending coin and looking for paid work, with the prayer that in one of those interactions she would find a respite from her sorrow, a new friend, or an old familiar face. Her family was gone; her tribe decimated. Really, at the heart of it all, Dyrdramande wandered Wheldrek looking for her new tribe...
Icierys shifted his shoulders uncomfortably as he walked the streets of Wheldrek. "Just my luck," he mumbled under his breath. Of all the places he had to end up, it was the one settlement he'd never visited before. The sight of a dragonborn was rare enough, he knew that, but the stares still burned against his scales. The air here had something more to it that worried the dragonborn--the scent of uncertainty and fear. Almost habitually, his hand started for his longsword, but he caught himself.
Icierys stopped for a moment, breathed in deep, and sighed. Rather than follow his standard "enter, resupply, and leave" procedure, he knew he couldn't leave until he learned what was making the people uneasy. He scanned the streets, trying to follow the flow of people and doing his best to ignore the stares. Deciding that the docks were his best bet, he headed down there, hoping to catch sight of either someone he knew or someone who knew what had everyone on edge.
In Halsworth, Hal and Ophelia's tavern was the center of everything. There, you could get a drink, eat a meal, find a job, hear the latest gossip, rent a room, and some were even known to find a mate. Jayne set about to find a tavern. There had to be one in Wheldrek somewhere.
A willowy elf dangles his feet in the lake, a two foot spear driven into the earth next to him with a shield hanging off it. A pair of sturdy, worn boots lay casually discarded near them. Another uneventful shift, but also another shift where everyone is clearly in uneasy discomfort. Rhys ruffles his short mohawk, idly wondering if there is some kind of magic at work in the village. He's sensed it too, the feeling that something is wrong.. He watches a fish swim near his foot, investigate it, then swim away, disappointed at the lack of a meal. Rhys wonders how long he's been sitting here. Looking at the position of the sun, it's been at least an hour. "I need to stop losing track of time like this. Oh well. Not like I have any place to be." Pausing, Rhys realizes that he is fortunate to be able to lose track of his thoughts like this, while everyone else seems so uneasy.
Ah well, I need to start moving anyway. I probably need to eat sometime soon. I wonder what's for dinner. Time to ponder these problems later. For now, I can drop the shield and spear for a while and grab some food. Slowly, he pulls his feet out of the water, dons his spear and shield, and starts walking, boots in hand, back to his small home near the docks, and soon after, to the tavern for food.
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
OOC: I'm assuming you guys are all somewhere along the shore, or at least near it?
Jayne finds what appears to be a smaller, unkempt inn by the docks. As she walks over to head through the tavern doors, a loud yelp of pain erupts from the shore, as a swarm of 5 giant crabs begins attacking some of the fishermen, who's hands are full trying to pull in what little fish they were able to obtain today.
Crabs 1, 2, & 3: 12
Crabs 4 & 5: 6
Everyone please roll initiative!
(woo!)
Initiative 9
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
Ferdinand arrives in the Hamlet. He was sent by his order to keep a closer eye on the area, as the beholders feel a disturbance in its area. As he will be here for some time, he makes his way to the tavern, informing himself on the prices of lodging here in Wheldrek. It doesnt need to be luxurious, even though he doubts that it would even be an option. To him its the prices that matter more.
As Icierys made his way toward the docks, the sudden shouts of panic caught his attention. Dropping his hand to the hilt of his sword, he charges around the corner to see the swarm of giant crabs crawling out of the water. Drawing his sword, Icierys roared, "Move!" before charging the crabs.
Initiative: 5
Jayne's eyes go wide as she hears the shouts. She withdraws her hand from the door of the tavern and runs in the direction of the supposed trouble. Once she sees the giant crabs, her eyes go wide again. Icierys's command catches her ears, and she glances and then looks a second time at the pale dragonborn also running toward the creatures. Tearing her gaze away and narrowing her eyes at the crabs, she prepares to engage.
Initiative: 22
(DM, Jayne would have cast mage armor on herself as soon as she was setting out on her journey to Wheldrek, and I'm assuming that was less than eight hours ago.)
Ferdinand feels it. There is some danger. He jogs towards it. He is definetly not very athletics, so it might take a minute for him to get there.
rolling initiative none the less: 21
also portents: 11 3
A sudden commotion and sound force Dyrdramande's attention to the hear and now. She sees the commotion is down near the fishing docks and throws a hand on her longbow, looking to see if there's any place she could offer aid.
Initiative: 12
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At the sound the scuffling, Rhys starts running barefoot towards the noise. When he gets in sight of the crabs, he drops his boots and starts running toward the beasts.
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
Initiative Order
Ferdinand
Rhys/Dyrdramande (Tied and equally high dex, you guys are going to have to decide who goes first!)
Crabs 1, 2 & 3
Jayne
Crabs 4 & 5
Icierys
Ferdinand is up! Rhys/Dyrdramande on deck.
Ferdinand casts Magic missile targeting Crab(4) and deals 12
He stays where he is.
(Elf Dex! I'll go first, by virtue of being first poster.)
Sprinting towards the crabs, Rhys readies his spear and his shield. Looks like today won't be so quiet after all. As he closes on Crab 4, he whispers under his breath, and sparks start to fly from the tip of his spear. He casts Booming Blade as he goes to impale the giant crab.
Attack: 8 Damage: 10
(420th post appropriately whiffs. Haha)
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
Seeing that the fishermen are in imminent danger, Dyrdramande draws and fires at the crab already close enough to attack (crab 1).
Longbow attack: 13 Damage: 5
Firing from street level makes her uncomfortable, so she turns and moves to the nearest building (square D2), attempting to climb onto the roof to get a better vantage point.
As Rhys charges the crabs, a burst of arcane energy erupts from behind him, pelting one of the crabs. As he goes in to finish the job, the tip of his spear just scathes the hard shell of the crab. Dyrdramande makes takes a shot from afar, landing in the water just before the crab. She then attempt to make her way onto the roof of the nearest building (you technically don’t have enough movement to make it on top of the roof, but you’ll make it there next turn!).
Crab 3 remains motionless, still trying to get closer to the fishermen.
Crab 4, reflexively after noticing Rhys’ attack, takes a swing at him with it’s claw.
Attack: 13 Damage: 6
Crab 5 also attacks Rhys, the closest target to it.
Attack: 10 Damage: 5
Jayne is up! Icierys on deck.
Jayne hurries closer to the dock (G8), glad to see some others already trying to help the natives. "Leave the fish!" she yells. "Save yourselves!" As she sees crab 3 still threatening the fishermen, she creates a ball of roiling black and white energy in her hand and then hurls at the creature.
Eldritch blast: 18; damage: 9 force damage