Kha is slow to rise after the many drinks he and Trem shared the prior night. He rubs his aching head and proceeds to perform his daily prayers to Kord. With that finished, and armor donned, the cleric proceeds to the common room to find something to get the bitter taste of the wine from his mouth and soak any remaining alcohol. That wine just hits all wrong. Guess that's what I get for drinking with an elf.
After breakfast, Kha hustles to the docks and finds the others already boarding the boat. "I pray for calm waters," he says as he steps onto the deck. "I don't know if my stomach can take anything too rough after last night... How you feelin', Trem?"
Kha shakes his head. "I don't think so... But you look different." He pauses and stoops lower to take a closer look at the elf. "You have some blue lines on your face though."The orc then recalls similar marking on the dwarven sibling. "Uh, oh. It looks like... Uh, well, that sickness is starting to show its ugly head."
Reginald smirks at the two late night nighters and says "Top o' the mornin' to ya!" He then collects his gear and head out after Roxaria to board the ship.
Reginald smirks at the two late night nighters and says "Top o' the mornin' to ya!" He then collects his gear and head out after Roxaria to board the ship.
(The previous evening): Eline sits with Trem and Kha, quietly observing and watching the two of them make amends through drink. She can't help the small smile on her face at Trem's drunken happiness. At the same time, however, she feels deep down that he is trying to drown his sorrows and troubles, seeking the drink to assuage his dire situation with the Frigid Woe. Eline wishes she could do more for him, and everyone else, but she is limited with her magic. At least she feels that way. Helping a very inebriated Trem upstairs, she and he turn in for the night.
(The current morning): Eline awakens, and aids a very hung over Trem in rising and getting ready. She gathers her things, and his, and helps him out of bed. She is quiet and slightly subdued as she does so. Nevertheless, she and Trem make it to the docks just in time for everyone to board the ship. She places her belongings in the cabin, and noticing Roxaria leaning against the bannister of the ship, approaches, and stands next to the elven Glassblade. She is silent for a moment, letting the cold air waft through her jet-black hair. The wind is icy.
"Copper for your thoughts?"
Eline casts her mage hand, and pulling out her sketchbook, allows the hand to idly doodle.
Roxaria turns to face Eline, ”This whole thing. I suppose I’m having a moment of fatalism. With Trem…myself… being afflicted with this Frigid Woe thing. I keep thinking of Urgon, Tulgi, Hulil and Pelc. I’m hyperfocusing on this and I’m trying to refocus on the mission. Clear my mind.”
She pauses, turning to look back out over the water. “I’m scared, Eline. I don’t know what is in store for us, let alone finding a cure in time. I feel unprepared, which goes against everything a Glassblade should be. There is no information about what we might be heading into and that’s frightening to me.”
Eline watches as the elven Glassblade bears her soul. The sorceress wishes there was more she could do. She understood the fatalism...all too well. Nevertheless, they had to press on.
"Lack of information really can be scary. I know. I know what that's like. It's one thing to hear half-truths baked in rumor, gossip, and lies. It's whole other thing when there is none. I'm not really into faith much, but people, whether human, elf, dwarf, gnome, or what have you, tend to fear the unknown. Nevertheless, we plod forward, even through freezing and the threat of death. That," she declares to Roxaria, "I think is the real measure of a person: moving forward despite, or even in spite of all hells breaking loose."
The captain barks for the gangplank to be raised and stored away. With a stiff wind at its back the ship Remorhaz pulls out of the docks and into the ocean called the Frigid Depths.
(It will take 9 days sailing to reach the Island of Eiselcross. In that time Roxaria sees the onset of the Frigid Woe symptoms and blue veins all over her body.)
On the 6th day during a heavy rainstorm the party sees another ship on the horizon. Its on an intercept course with the Remorhaz. You see a black flag with crossed swords waving in the wind on the central mast of the other ship. You hear the captain a stout women in her 40's yell "Pirates!! to arms lads and ladies"
“Yeah, I do. I agree with you about moving forward. I know I was just having a moment of weakness there. I was trying to refocus. I appreciate you talking with me, though, Eline. It helped get that off my conscious.”
Present…
Roxaria looks out across the water to see the intercepting ship. She unsheathes her sword. “Bring it! Ready yourselves, friends! We’re about to have some company!”
The captain tries to outrun the pirate ship but its too slow. The pirate ship slams the Remorhaz at a angle causing the ship to pitch dangerously as both ships collide.
Everyone please roll Dexterity save DC 13 on fail you lose your footing and slide precariously towards the side of the ship into the ocean.
Roxaria loses her footing as the pirate ship slams into them. As the ship pitches she falls to the deck and slides towards the edge, letting out a yelp of surprise as she scrambles to grab onto something…anything to keep from falling into the water…
Kha is slow to rise after the many drinks he and Trem shared the prior night. He rubs his aching head and proceeds to perform his daily prayers to Kord. With that finished, and armor donned, the cleric proceeds to the common room to find something to get the bitter taste of the wine from his mouth and soak any remaining alcohol. That wine just hits all wrong. Guess that's what I get for drinking with an elf.
After breakfast, Kha hustles to the docks and finds the others already boarding the boat. "I pray for calm waters," he says as he steps onto the deck. "I don't know if my stomach can take anything too rough after last night... How you feelin', Trem?"
I feel... slow... And my head hurts. Why is everybody so loud today? Are you sure you didn't wack me on the head yesterday?
Did you also skip breakfast? I have I feeling I'll be feeding fish...
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Kha shakes his head. "I don't think so... But you look different." He pauses and stoops lower to take a closer look at the elf. "You have some blue lines on your face though." The orc then recalls similar marking on the dwarven sibling. "Uh, oh. It looks like... Uh, well, that sickness is starting to show its ugly head."
I'm sure that's just my ugly face! Haha!
Trem takes out his new mirror and his hopes of hiding the sickness shatter.
Crap!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Reginald smirks at the two late night nighters and says "Top o' the mornin' to ya!" He then collects his gear and head out after Roxaria to board the ship.
Cats go Moo!
Please.. stop... yelling...
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(The previous evening): Eline sits with Trem and Kha, quietly observing and watching the two of them make amends through drink. She can't help the small smile on her face at Trem's drunken happiness. At the same time, however, she feels deep down that he is trying to drown his sorrows and troubles, seeking the drink to assuage his dire situation with the Frigid Woe. Eline wishes she could do more for him, and everyone else, but she is limited with her magic. At least she feels that way. Helping a very inebriated Trem upstairs, she and he turn in for the night.
(The current morning): Eline awakens, and aids a very hung over Trem in rising and getting ready. She gathers her things, and his, and helps him out of bed. She is quiet and slightly subdued as she does so. Nevertheless, she and Trem make it to the docks just in time for everyone to board the ship. She places her belongings in the cabin, and noticing Roxaria leaning against the bannister of the ship, approaches, and stands next to the elven Glassblade. She is silent for a moment, letting the cold air waft through her jet-black hair. The wind is icy.
"Copper for your thoughts?"
Eline casts her mage hand, and pulling out her sketchbook, allows the hand to idly doodle.
Roxaria turns to face Eline, ”This whole thing. I suppose I’m having a moment of fatalism. With Trem…myself… being afflicted with this Frigid Woe thing. I keep thinking of Urgon, Tulgi, Hulil and Pelc. I’m hyperfocusing on this and I’m trying to refocus on the mission. Clear my mind.”
She pauses, turning to look back out over the water. “I’m scared, Eline. I don’t know what is in store for us, let alone finding a cure in time. I feel unprepared, which goes against everything a Glassblade should be. There is no information about what we might be heading into and that’s frightening to me.”
Eline watches as the elven Glassblade bears her soul. The sorceress wishes there was more she could do. She understood the fatalism...all too well. Nevertheless, they had to press on.
"Lack of information really can be scary. I know. I know what that's like. It's one thing to hear half-truths baked in rumor, gossip, and lies. It's whole other thing when there is none. I'm not really into faith much, but people, whether human, elf, dwarf, gnome, or what have you, tend to fear the unknown. Nevertheless, we plod forward, even through freezing and the threat of death. That," she declares to Roxaria, "I think is the real measure of a person: moving forward despite, or even in spite of all hells breaking loose."
"So you have it too, huh?"
Eline curses to herself.
"Dammit."
The captain barks for the gangplank to be raised and stored away. With a stiff wind at its back the ship Remorhaz pulls out of the docks and into the ocean called the Frigid Depths.
(It will take 9 days sailing to reach the Island of Eiselcross. In that time Roxaria sees the onset of the Frigid Woe symptoms and blue veins all over her body.)
On the 6th day during a heavy rainstorm the party sees another ship on the horizon. Its on an intercept course with the Remorhaz. You see a black flag with crossed swords waving in the wind on the central mast of the other ship. You hear the captain a stout women in her 40's yell "Pirates!! to arms lads and ladies"
(Anyone below decks will hear the captain shout)
Trem rushes to the deck and gets his bow ready.
(Can he take a shot once the ship is in range? 320 ft with disadvantage )
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Earlier…
“Yeah, I do. I agree with you about moving forward. I know I was just having a moment of weakness there. I was trying to refocus. I appreciate you talking with me, though, Eline. It helped get that off my conscious.”
Present…
Roxaria looks out across the water to see the intercepting ship. She unsheathes her sword. “Bring it! Ready yourselves, friends! We’re about to have some company!”
(Yes Trem can shoot with disadvantage)
(Trem rolled a 9 in the game log, so that's miss)
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Reginald sets up his "box" minor illusion cover spell near the center of the Main Deck and readies his sling.
Cats go Moo!
The captain tries to outrun the pirate ship but its too slow. The pirate ship slams the Remorhaz at a angle causing the ship to pitch dangerously as both ships collide.
Everyone please roll Dexterity save DC 13 on fail you lose your footing and slide precariously towards the side of the ship into the ocean.
Dexterity: 20
Roxaria loses her footing as the pirate ship slams into them. As the ship pitches she falls to the deck and slides towards the edge, letting out a yelp of surprise as she scrambles to grab onto something…anything to keep from falling into the water…
Trem DEX save 20 (rolled in game log)
(Can Trem help the failing party members?)
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria please roll Dex Save again. You have 1 chance to grab the railing before falling into the ocean.
(Trem can try to save someone roll Dex save again)