Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Sparhawk, unusually tired from the poison arrow and damage, continues sleeping like a baby.
(I'm assuming my vision goes back to normal right...?)
Vars blinks, suddenly sick to his stomach. He waves his hand in front of him in a futile attempt to get rid of the gas from the letter. He stumbles a few steps backwards, then sits down a little harder then he'd meant to. "Stars above..." He shuts his eyes and rubs his face, "What is that stuff? Bjorn you'd better be more careful in the future...are you alright? Cause I'm feeling like I drank a bottle of poison. ...And...did anyone else see a parrot flying off with my map?" He sluggishly sticks his hand into his cloak where he'd hidden the map, making sure it's still there.
After a few moments, the air clears of the gas and the effects wear off. The letter is now open.
Frangipani completely misses the whole letter debacle as she tries on her new jewellery.
Eventually she looks up, " So.......what now?"
Bjorn yells and ignites his axe in bright green fire, swinging it low at some unseen foe. He hops from one foot to the other, as if to avoid the ground itself.
After a moment he comes to his senses and begins stamping out the smoking grass.
"It's that damned wizard again. I should have guessed. Not that I'm any closer to understanding." He tucks the axe away and drops the envelope, unfurling the letter at arm's length, as if it might bite him.
hearing the commotion, Sparhawk pops one eye open. “Now Frangipani,” Sparhawk says looking like he was just awakened from a good dream, “we get a good nights rest, figure out how we want to run things around here, and get out of this blood contract. Preferably without anyone else dying”. I don’t know about the rest of you but a detect magic spell would sure be helpful in the morning.”
He rolls back over and falls back asleep, winking at the apparently spooked Bjorn.
" Yes, Captain!", Frangipani smirked.
Then curled up into a ball and went to sleep until someone woke her for her watch.
Looking at the writing on the page, the penmenships is kind of strange, but you can make out the words. It is instructions, presumably for Bernard. It reads
" ensure you get the chest marked with the dragon's eye above all else. You and your men can keep everything but that. Under no circumstances are you to open that chest nor touch what lay within. Do not cross me on this, your life depends on it. I will meet you under Mirabar, mine 3. Look for my mark to follow to the lair" - Grin'dal
"Who made him captain?" Vars grumbles, grimacing a little as he lays down. He shuts his eyes for a moment, then opens one and squints at Bjorn, "Are you still feeling up for first watch? That blasted gas really did a number on me, but I think I should be alright for second watch."
Eberk, deeply asleep, grumbles, "...show you gas..zzzz"
"I'm alright." Bjorn disguises himself as Bernard to confuse potential attackers, and scouts out his patrol path while there's still some light. He pays special attention to the bases of trees where there might be suspicious holes near the ground... And practices making illusions of cheese.
"If anybody finds a chest with... A dragon's eye? Don't open it, eh? I don't want to have to scrape yer valuables out of yer liquified corpses, or whatever. We're dealing with evil wizards, after all."
He looks out to the sunset and sighs. "Cap'n Sparhawk, eh? Somehow the apostrophe feels inappropriate." Hearing Eberk's murmur, he snorts.
As the sun sets and the clouds thicken Bjorn keeps a watchful eye around the perimeter. Occasionally, here and there, different rounds of cheese appear. Enticingly delicious looking cheese. Some soft squeaks from rodents occasionally reach Bjorns ears, but they quickly fade away as they realize, there is in fact, no cheese to be had. The rest of Bjorns watch proves uneventful, as the sky goes dark. The clouds are thick and there is no light from star or moon, and the crickets sing their songs for all to enjoy.
next watch
Frangipani wakes as Bjorn jostles her and takes her watch...
Frangipani takes her place at watch as the rest sleep soundly, the exhaustion of the day ensuring a deep and restful sleep.She shivers a bit as the air temperature drops and by the end of her watch, some snow flurries begin to fall. It seems a bit early in the season for snow, but here it is none the less. Nothing out of the ordinary happens on her watch and she wakes her replacement and eagerly climbs back under her blanket.
next watch…please roll perception
(I"m assuming we are all getting a short rest at least, so Sparhawk and others should be pretty healed.) (He'll roll 3 hit dice if you want)
Sparhawk wakes up, having had a pretty long rest. He briefly talks with Frangipani and lets her settle down.
He feels fresh and awake as his Darkvision kicks in.) He sits a bit away from the light, keeping his awareness up as he reflects on the battle and Sorsha disappearing. Perception: 8
( you will all achieve the benefit of a long rest)
Sparhawk takes over at watch, feeling refreshed in the cold air. The events of the last few days playing over in his mind as he reflects on the throughly bizarre nature of wizards magic and how it wreaks havoc on the lives of ordinary men. At least the crew has made a good payday with the death of Bernard and recovery of some of the 1st Ships treasure. The solid leads on the possible whereabouts of the strange Abernath promise even bigger paydays.
the dark sky gives way to the early light of morning. A thick layer of frost covers the ground and Sparhawk begins to hear the forest waking up. Small animals skitter about in the bushes and the new day begins with out incident.
Sparhawk will prepare a light breakfast and hot coffee for the group. Its going to be a long day, he thinks. We will load the wagon and head back to Luskin unless any object. Getting the hastily made blood oath off his soul is upmost in his thoughts. He wonders about the Minotaur and how it ran away. He is not aware the letters seal was broken and the letter read at this time. He enjoys the quiet and solitude of the morning's sunrise. He ponders if Eberk Earthloard would make a good captain. Yes, he's quite at times, but was brave against the wrath of Bernard.
Bjorn is too busy inspecting the goods (and looking under each object while holding a knife, in case of evil rats) to appreciate the sunrise.
"We're missing something here. There's supposed to be a chest with a dragon's eye on it." He shows everyone the letter. "Maybe they lost it in the scrap with that caravan we found? Or maybe they were robbed before we got to them? I suppose maybe they never retrieved it to begin with and it's at the bottom of the sea..."
"Ah well, it's in the gods' hands now." He shrugs. "That buried treasure is pretty close to here, right? Still got some room in the cart..."
Sparhawk looks over the letter. "Hum....more wizard stuff I see. We can use a spell to search the area by the wagon to see if it was hidden near by Bjorn. Perhaps our friends in town can help us further with this matter." Sparhawk sips at his coffee, pondering the events that will unfold ahead. As he does daily, he will inspect his armor and weapons to make sure they are in good repair and sharp.
(Comparing my map to the other one, it looks like we just passed up the Key? So we should be going past that location if we go back to luskan right? If so...)
"I'd be just our luck if that blasted Minotaur ran off with that chest," Vars grumbles. "But if we are going back to Luskan, what do you say we check out the place where the key is on my map? Its on the way back, so it would be just a small detour."