Urzhol spends most of her time on the voyage switching between complaining about the ocean and hanging out of a porthole turning new, heretofore undiscovered shades of green purging a not-insignificant portion of her biomass into the waves. She's never sailed before, and seasickness is hitting her hard enough that the cook starts refusing to serve her. 'No sense wasting provisions on someone what can't keep 'em down' is the excuse given, though she manages to keep food down long enough to avoid heavy starvation. In her worst moments, the others may hear her half-deliriously cursing about 'destiny'.
As the storm approached, Urzhol braced up as best she could, already feeling her rebellious innards churning. "...fukkin' water..." she mumbles softly to herself before searching for a tie line to fasten herself down with. That way at least she couldn't be lost overboard...
{Voluntarily accepting a level of exhaustion. Water and Urzhol are apparently bitter foes. Hueh.}
Mica finds a secluded spot on the deck, trying to stay out of the way of the crew as they move around in their duties. Hood down, he stares out in the darkening sky and allows the driving rain to hit his face as he looks longingly for land on the horizon.
“‘Fear not, friends” he calls to his companions “these storms are but a part of the constant change of nature, Silvanus will restore balance soon enough” But did he really believe that? These storms, especially upon the sea, were the province of Talos and the Sea-Witch, Umberlee, and their ferocity hold no respect for balance. It is not the first time he questioned some of the tenets of his faith.
He remains stoic and expressionless, but on the inside his stomach is churning. He had become used to the movement of the boat during the early stages of the journey, but the storm had changed all of that and left him unsteady. He will remain uneasy until he gets back on land, re-establishing his connection with the earth.
Barkas has made a makeshift hammock from some rope between two barrels, feeling better after the ginger. To pass the time he begins to hum a tune, finishing off another mug of goat scrotum ale.
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Moonshae ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of 'Shae For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Baldur. And so nevermore shall we see you again.
"Hah!" He upends his mug and drops it back in his pack, starts to snooze and snore, his beard murmuring, every now and again you hear "Keep back ya bastards. You can't have my map!" and then "Ya don't want to see me mad!" as he apparently speaks in murmurs and mumbles in his sleep.
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Mica follows Urzhol’s lead and grabs a rope to secure himself on the storm-tossed and rain slick deck. He knows a good idea when he sees one. He looks over at Yasheira with envy, how does she remain so at ease during the storm?
He turns to Barkas and shouts to be heard over the wind “What say your charts and maps now? Tell me our journey does not end at the bottom of the sea.”
The ship reaches the storm and you are all heavily tossed about. It takes you three days to make it through the storm. Urzhol has an.... unpleasant time during the storm. Alongside Brakas, the two of you spend much of the day heavily sea sick. Yasheira is asked to help the crew as they make their way through the storm. After a little bit, Grahl is also asked to help out. Seeing Mica tied to the ship, the crew doesn't request any help from him. It is hard for everyone to rest while the ship is tossing and turning, could everyone but Urzhol (since you chose to take exhaustion due to her sea sickness) make me a constitution save.
On the afternoon of the third day, you finally exit the storm. As the sea calms down, the crew relaxes and begins to return to their normal day tasks. Could everyone who is on the decks looking around make me a perception check.
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Con Save: 10
Finally, the seas calm a bit and Mica is able to untie himself and look around, taking in how well the ship withstood the storm and looking longingly for any sight of land.
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The orcish woman made her way up on the decks after the storm, looking not entirely unlike something raised from death. Gaunt, wild-haired, eyes shining too bright in sunken pits in her skull, a color of green nature had never intended the world to know...there were a few sailors signing themselves their god of choice's benediction as she passed.
"...fukkin'...water..." Urzhol mumbled, staring bleary-eyed out across the waves, trying to catch any sight, any sign, that this accursed ocean voyage would be done soon and she could go back to being alive again.
Grahl also gains a level of exhaustion from the storm.
Urzhol, Mica, and Barkas all see a strange small shape flying towards your ship. As you look closer it looks like... a small winged lizard... kinda like a dragon. None of the crew seem to have noticed the creature as they are working on their own tasks at the moment.
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Mica leans over the railing of the ship, trying to regain his senses, when he spots the flying creature. Is it a lizard, a dragon? He tries to recall any information he may know about the creature or any like it.
Nature 18
“Hey, what is that? Have you ever seen anything like it before?”he points out the creature to his companions and the nearby crew members.
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Yaheira walks over to Mica by the railing. "Looks almost like a dragon, luckily it is a small one. We better prepare in case it attacks."She says , reaching for her crossbow. Nature to identify the winged creature:19
Urzhol's eyes tracked the beast warily, trying to decide if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Those things were always rumored to be so much bigger than that...was it just much further away than she thought? Or was there something else going on here? Maybe it was the seasickness making her hallucinate.
Rubbing the sick grit out of her eyes as best she could, Urzhol tried to refocus on the drakeling thing and get a better read on its size. "Ooiiy...anybody else seein' that thing?" she asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the creature in the hopes that someone else would confirm she wasn't imagining things.
Barkas shouts to any nearby crew member and points out the winged creature approaching. He takes cover behind the gunwale and shouts bok choy!, making his quarterstaff grow more fearsome, and starts to ready a ball of flame in his hand if the creature starts to threaten the ship / flies close.
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Still weary from the storm and not having gotten a good nights rest in a while Grahl is leaning on the railing of the ship as he hears the others shouting.
He turns around and unhooks the shield from his back preparing himself. He moves a bit towards the middle of the deck to get some more options if it comes to a fight. Grahls hands motion over his hammer but roughly seeing flying thing he places in on one of his handaxes but not pulling it out of its beltloop just yet.
Responding to the others questions even though they arent really directed at him. Grahl not know creature. Not see clearly.
It isn't a creature of nature but a magical being. It does appear to be a dragon but the more it flies towards you the more you realize that the creature is quite small. You all feel emotions being projected to you from the direction of the tiny dragon. You feel, anxiety, desperation, terror and pleading.
You see a few of the crew have seen the creature and a few are grabbing crossbows and weapons.
Yasheira lowers her crossbow and tries to determine if the dragon is hostile. Insight:15 "Wait, hold your fire, it might not be attacking."She shouts to the crew.
Urzhol spends most of her time on the voyage switching between complaining about the ocean and hanging out of a porthole turning new, heretofore undiscovered shades of green purging a not-insignificant portion of her biomass into the waves. She's never sailed before, and seasickness is hitting her hard enough that the cook starts refusing to serve her. 'No sense wasting provisions on someone what can't keep 'em down' is the excuse given, though she manages to keep food down long enough to avoid heavy starvation. In her worst moments, the others may hear her half-deliriously cursing about 'destiny'.
As the storm approached, Urzhol braced up as best she could, already feeling her rebellious innards churning. "...fukkin' water..." she mumbles softly to herself before searching for a tie line to fasten herself down with. That way at least she couldn't be lost overboard...
{Voluntarily accepting a level of exhaustion. Water and Urzhol are apparently bitter foes. Hueh.}
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Mica finds a secluded spot on the deck, trying to stay out of the way of the crew as they move around in their duties. Hood down, he stares out in the darkening sky and allows the driving rain to hit his face as he looks longingly for land on the horizon.
“‘Fear not, friends” he calls to his companions “these storms are but a part of the constant change of nature, Silvanus will restore balance soon enough” But did he really believe that? These storms, especially upon the sea, were the province of Talos and the Sea-Witch, Umberlee, and their ferocity hold no respect for balance. It is not the first time he questioned some of the tenets of his faith.
He remains stoic and expressionless, but on the inside his stomach is churning. He had become used to the movement of the boat during the early stages of the journey, but the storm had changed all of that and left him unsteady. He will remain uneasy until he gets back on land, re-establishing his connection with the earth.
Barkas has made a makeshift hammock from some rope between two barrels, feeling better after the ginger. To pass the time he begins to hum a tune, finishing off another mug of goat scrotum ale.
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Moonshae ladies.
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of 'Shae
For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Baldur.
And so nevermore shall we see you again.
"Hah!" He upends his mug and drops it back in his pack, starts to snooze and snore, his beard murmuring, every now and again you hear "Keep back ya bastards. You can't have my map!" and then "Ya don't want to see me mad!" as he apparently speaks in murmurs and mumbles in his sleep.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Mica follows Urzhol’s lead and grabs a rope to secure himself on the storm-tossed and rain slick deck. He knows a good idea when he sees one. He looks over at Yasheira with envy, how does she remain so at ease during the storm?
He turns to Barkas and shouts to be heard over the wind “What say your charts and maps now? Tell me our journey does not end at the bottom of the sea.”
Barkas manages a belch in Mica's direction, then he's out. Uncharacteristically quiet about his star map and the knowledge therein.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The ship reaches the storm and you are all heavily tossed about. It takes you three days to make it through the storm. Urzhol has an.... unpleasant time during the storm. Alongside Brakas, the two of you spend much of the day heavily sea sick. Yasheira is asked to help the crew as they make their way through the storm. After a little bit, Grahl is also asked to help out. Seeing Mica tied to the ship, the crew doesn't request any help from him. It is hard for everyone to rest while the ship is tossing and turning, could everyone but Urzhol (since you chose to take exhaustion due to her sea sickness) make me a constitution save.
On the afternoon of the third day, you finally exit the storm. As the sea calms down, the crew relaxes and begins to return to their normal day tasks. Could everyone who is on the decks looking around make me a perception check.
Yasheira makes herself useful as much as she can, helping out the crew during the storm. Con save:15
As the storm finally abates Yasheira tries to help the others recover, while keeping an occasional eye to the horizon.
Perception:23
(OOC: If the con save is failed I guess she would be exhausted and have disadvantage on the perception check right?)
After the storm has passed Grahl would spend most of the day on deck to see if there are things to do.
After the storm has passed Grahl would spend most of the day on deck to see if there are things to do.
Barkas Con Save : 18
As he stumbles up on deck he has a look around to gain his bearings. Perception : 17
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Con Save: 10
Finally, the seas calm a bit and Mica is able to untie himself and look around, taking in how well the ship withstood the storm and looking longingly for any sight of land.
Perception: 22
The orcish woman made her way up on the decks after the storm, looking not entirely unlike something raised from death. Gaunt, wild-haired, eyes shining too bright in sunken pits in her skull, a color of green nature had never intended the world to know...there were a few sailors signing themselves their god of choice's benediction as she passed.
"...fukkin'...water..." Urzhol mumbled, staring bleary-eyed out across the waves, trying to catch any sight, any sign, that this accursed ocean voyage would be done soon and she could go back to being alive again.
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Grahl also gains a level of exhaustion from the storm.
Urzhol, Mica, and Barkas all see a strange small shape flying towards your ship. As you look closer it looks like... a small winged lizard... kinda like a dragon. None of the crew seem to have noticed the creature as they are working on their own tasks at the moment.
Mica leans over the railing of the ship, trying to regain his senses, when he spots the flying creature. Is it a lizard, a dragon? He tries to recall any information he may know about the creature or any like it.
Nature 18
“Hey, what is that? Have you ever seen anything like it before?” he points out the creature to his companions and the nearby crew members.
Yaheira walks over to Mica by the railing. "Looks almost like a dragon, luckily it is a small one. We better prepare in case it attacks." She says , reaching for her crossbow.
Nature to identify the winged creature:19
Urzhol's eyes tracked the beast warily, trying to decide if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Those things were always rumored to be so much bigger than that...was it just much further away than she thought? Or was there something else going on here? Maybe it was the seasickness making her hallucinate.
Rubbing the sick grit out of her eyes as best she could, Urzhol tried to refocus on the drakeling thing and get a better read on its size. "Ooiiy...anybody else seein' that thing?" she asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the creature in the hopes that someone else would confirm she wasn't imagining things.
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Barkas shouts to any nearby crew member and points out the winged creature approaching. He takes cover behind the gunwale and shouts bok choy!, making his quarterstaff grow more fearsome, and starts to ready a ball of flame in his hand if the creature starts to threaten the ship / flies close.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Still weary from the storm and not having gotten a good nights rest in a while Grahl is leaning on the railing of the ship as he hears the others shouting.
He turns around and unhooks the shield from his back preparing himself. He moves a bit towards the middle of the deck to get some more options if it comes to a fight. Grahls hands motion over his hammer but roughly seeing flying thing he places in on one of his handaxes but not pulling it out of its beltloop just yet.
Responding to the others questions even though they arent really directed at him. Grahl not know creature. Not see clearly.
It isn't a creature of nature but a magical being. It does appear to be a dragon but the more it flies towards you the more you realize that the creature is quite small. You all feel emotions being projected to you from the direction of the tiny dragon. You feel, anxiety, desperation, terror and pleading.
You see a few of the crew have seen the creature and a few are grabbing crossbows and weapons.
Yasheira lowers her crossbow and tries to determine if the dragon is hostile. Insight:15
"Wait, hold your fire, it might not be attacking." She shouts to the crew.