Ula finds herself on the main deck of the Rose Marie, the waves rocking the boat getting stronger and the skyline getting darker. When she gives her all clear cow-owl moo-hoot, she draws a few glances from some of the crew. They eye her for a moment then go back to their work. They've a lot to try and get done to outrace the storm and not much time to spare on dwarves making weird animal calls.
As the rest of the party come up the ladder stairs from the sub hold, and then to the lower deck, their luck holds and they don't come across any of the other passengers.
Maybe it was all their preparation, or maybe just luck, but the group runs into no trouble quickly slipping one end of the tarp over the gunwale of the ship and releasing their bloody cargo. The five bodies of the rodents of unusual size fall in slow spirals down to the water three decks below. Despite how heavy they seemed carrying them up to the deck, they barely make a splash in the roughening water.
Turning back from the rail, you find Erran Bigge standing behind you with a smile on his face.
He nods.
"Thanks for the help. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow morning off," Bigge says. "A deal's a deal. Though you might be in for a rough night if we don't outrace this storm. There'll be food in the galley. Maybe a card game or two. Music if anyone wants to provide it."
He's about to say more when his gaze locks on something behind you all, his eyes narrowing.
"What in the depths?" he says.
In the distance, you can all make out a broken collection of islands. On one is what looks like a monastery or perhaps an abbey. It might normally be picturesque but at the moment a raging fire roars through the roof of the main building.
As they finish dumping their catch into the sea, Avaria gives a startled cry as she turns around, surprised by Erran right behind them. "How did you?.." and she trails off as he continues letting them know they are receiving their payment for their work of clearing the ship of the pest problem.
As he mentions the storm and how it could be a rough night, her stomach does a loop as she can't imagine it much rougher on the sea. She looks to Ethelyn, worried that she won't survive much worse.
As the man stops talking and stares out to see, she turns to see what has gotten his attention. The fire is bad, what if it spreads to the other buildings? She turns back to him, "Shouldn't we help? And wouldn't that secure the ship to wait out the storm?" She looks at the others wondering what their thoughts are.
The ship is heading west/southwest, with the storm approaching from the north. The island with the burning building is to the south. Several other jagged, rocky islands dot the waters around the one with the abbey/monastery.
Erran Bigge shakes his head. "The water near Abbey Isle is treacherous. Fog rolls in and out there with no reason to it. Even the best navigator risks running a ground. The sandy floor near the island is littered with broken hulls and lost souls. The mariners guild needs to stick a lighthouse out there but their heads are stuck so far up there . . ."
Another voice cuts in, a voice used to command and being listened to.
"Even if the water was calm as glass we're not dropping anchor there," the voice from behind you says. "This storm is going to cost us enough time."
Turning you see a very tall, probably 6'8", man, human most likely. He's the most well kept and finely attired person you've seen on the ship so far.
"Aye Captain," Bigge says to the man.
The Captain looks at the five of you and nods.
"These are the ones who solved your little problem?" The Captain asks Bigge, putting a strong emphasis on the word your. His mouth sits a straight firm line when he's not talking. "Captain Percival, Claudius Percival. Now, we've a storm to get ready for. You lot, if you're not helping, get below and get out of the way."
He doesn't wait for a reply but turns and heads to the quarterdeck.
Marrin looks at the sneaky quartermaster but doesn't say anything as he lays out their rewarded time off. She turns at his proclamation when seeing the burning abbey.
She doesn't bother to suggest they help, not their problem and she figures it will be too late by the time they got there anyhow. She spins, yet again, to look at the tall human with interest. Like with Erran, Ethel and Ava he gets a thorough inspecting as he talks. She gives the tall man a smile and bobs a little curtsy when his gaze turns to appraise them and says formally,
"Yes, Captain."
Once he is off she'll turn to Erran and say quietly,
"You have some off salted fish in the hold. I don't think the Captain would want to hear about it, or worse taste it. Best you get rid of it sooner rather than later!"
Her gaze turns back to the burning abbey,
"Do you know what order lives there? Maybe the storm will help put it out."
Once that is asked she is happy to return to their bunks and will, while taking out her lute, ask Jan,
"So Jan, what was the favor you needed help with?"
She begins fussing with the instrument while awaiting/listening to Jan's answer.
Jan looks out at the burning Abbey, but if there's no way to get there and no benefit of weathering the storm, the folks there will have to make sure, but she can't help but wonder whether it was an accidental or intentional fire... And if the latter, who burns an abbey?
She heads down with the others.
She fiddles with her hair, stroking the tips of a section through her fingers while looking down, considering how to answer.
Eventually she speaks softly, still looking down at her hair, "My little sister was my favorite. She loved when I played the flute for her..."
"A... a monster ruined her life."
Her fingers have settled and stilled, and she scrubs her face against a sleeve.
"I'm... I'm on this boat to find a man who has done bad things. Hargrove, Godrick Hargrove. I mean to see justice."
She looks up, glistening eyes hard and resolute.
"I don't think he's aboard, but this is where things led me..."
She gives a wry laugh and rubs the backs of her hands across her eyes, taking a deep breath, "Taking passage I can't afford, running before a storm, and already starting my time aboard as a pest control expert!"
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Ula turns to the quartermaster when he appears, and is happy the party were able to help with the rat problem.
When the quartermaster turns and points out the chapel and the fire, initially Ula agrees with Avaria, that the party should help… But what the quartermaster says about the rocks and the shallows makes sense. She doesn’t know enough about sailing to argue any different. It seems nothing can be done…
At that point, Ula moves to the railing on the side overlooking the fire, and starts to call out, “Istishia!!… In your wisdom, see fit to rain on this fiery disaster, to dash it with water from the heavens and from the waves!”.
“Your old enemy Kossuth, Lord of Flames, ravages this chapel and town. Show him that your power is greater than his by quashing his deadly insult on this village!…”
”Your element is close at hand and surrounds and outnumbers his puny show of folly here. How dare he insult you on the coast of your sea, under the weight of your heavy clouds…”.
Then she mutters more quietly to herself, holding her holy symbol of the wave. “Istishia, in your infinite wisdom, if it suit your purpose, see fit to quench this town of fire. Do not let fire beat water. Once it has a toe hold it will run riot. Give these people the power to fight the flames for you, send rain to aid them…”. She continues muttering with her eyes closed, one hand holding tight to the railing.
She is vaguely aware of the Captain’s presence and words behind her.
Jan's eyes fly open wide and she barks a startled laugh, "Oh, gosh no! Nothing so drastic as that, I just wanted some extra eyes and ears, if any of the four of you happen to hear mention of him, to let me know! I'd say if you see him too, but it's not that big of a boat. Ship. For him up he hiding on. And we know he's not down in the lower hold."
Ethel leans over the rail. Sometimes she draws slow, deep breaths to calm herself. Sometimes she is wretching... nothing but dry heaves now. For a moment, her mind wanders to a night long ago, with too much applewine, too few cares, a kiss, and the bitter hangover that followed. She listens as best she can to the conversation on the deck, and then pushes herself up to stand on unsteady legs.
"Remarkable job, all of you," she says weakly, addressing Jan, Marrin, Ula and Avaria. "I apologize I wasn't able to assist. I need... I need to go lie down for a bit and try to shake this seasickness. Please feel free to seek me out if you think I can help with anything else." With that, she makes for their shared chamber.
Passing by Jan, she says quietly in passing:
"I may have heard something about your quarry. Come talk to me if you wish."
With that, she heads to their quarters, eases into bed, and tries to make peace with the rocking of the ship.
[Can she make another attempt on that CON save?]
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Erran Bigge looks out at the fire on the distant island and is quiet for a moment, but eventually before you leave, he does answer Marrin's question.
"I've never heard tell of what order is out there," Erran begins. "But I do know seasoned old salts who've tangled with pirates and giant octopus both who won't even look at that island when we sail past. There's something not right there and you won't find any of the crew who would argue against the captain. Whoever's there better hope the rain puts out the fire. That's all the help they're going to get."
He turns and joins the rest of the crew in their work.
As you've been on the ship for the better part of the day now, you've gotten a bit more of a feel for the lay of the land so to speak. You're on the main deck now. Your shared quarters are on this deck, forward, under the forecastle. There looks to be only the door to your combo storage/bunk house cabin. There are two doors in the aft, under the quarterdeck. Ethel saw one of those doors open when she boarded. You have not seen the other door open.
The lower deck, that you've passed through on your way to the lower hold, has a central area the combines storage, tables and a bit of open space strung with hammocks and hooks, which likely doubles as the crew's quarters. From the smells you surmised that the galley was forward on the lower deck. You haven't seen them, but you can guess that aft on the lower deck is where the other passenger's cabins are.
The lower hold, is split into a forward hold, the main hold, and the aft hold, which is where you gallantly did battle with the ROUS and discovered the brig.
Ethel is headed back to your cabin on the main deck. Food, cards, and passengers would be on the lower deck.
Your own cabin will be the only place with a semblance of privacy.
All can make a new CON Save to see if you've gotten your sea legs yet. Marrin, please roll as well (Marrin's not seasick at the moment but going to use this one to see how much better she's doing than the others).
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@Marrin
Jan's emotions would seem genuine, and her goal seems to be what she intends, but you might catch a bit of her not being entirely forthcoming with the details. But everything she stated rings true as fact, or at least fact as she understands it.
"Would it affect your opinion of me if I did?"
Jan pauses, before shaking her head.
"But no, I don't mean to kill him. Dead men can't repay their wrongs. I mean to see him brought down, but this is more... information gathering."
@Ethel
Jan gives her a grateful nod.
Janellae CON: 5
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Jan gives the description of Hargrove as a young human man, tall and thin, with a shaved or close cropped head and thick black beard.
"I may join you in a bit, I'm going to make sure Ethel got settled in to her bunk alright, she's been having a rough day of it... and at the risk of jinxing myself I'm actually starting to feel like something to eat might be an acceptable plan."
Entering the quarters, she looks in on Ethel, checking to make sure the other woman has found her bunk safely, and bringing a bucket if she can secure one to have close at hand in case she starts feeling unwell again... though from past performances, there's likely little left to bring up.
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Ula will continue to pray for the burning chapel until it’s no longer in sight. She at least feels like the God of Elemental Water has heard her plea and will do as he see’s fit one way of the other…
She will also glance at the oncoming storm and say a quiet word or two about the water treating the boat and all who sail in her kindly. She knows the sea and the storm have their own gods but if water has a hand in things to come at all she makes her thoughts quietly known…
Ula doesn’t feel well. She remains on deck for now and attempts to assemble her censer and light her incense letting the faint smell she’s grown very used to revive her a little. She concentrates on her breathing, holds the hand rail and tries to keep out of the way until the worst of the feeling passes.
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CON: 18
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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As Ula prays for the building on fire, Avaria awkwardly pats her on the back. Seeing that gesture done to others, but never receiving she wasn't exactly sure how to do it and is a bit more forceful then Ula is probably ready for.
As Erran describes the pirates and such that won't go near the island, it peaks her interest even more so. What awaits on those tiny islands that give such a wide berth to all that go near? Why? She continues to watch as others talk.
CON save 18
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Ula finds herself on the main deck of the Rose Marie, the waves rocking the boat getting stronger and the skyline getting darker. When she gives her all clear cow-owl moo-hoot, she draws a few glances from some of the crew. They eye her for a moment then go back to their work. They've a lot to try and get done to outrace the storm and not much time to spare on dwarves making weird animal calls.
As the rest of the party come up the ladder stairs from the sub hold, and then to the lower deck, their luck holds and they don't come across any of the other passengers.
Maybe it was all their preparation, or maybe just luck, but the group runs into no trouble quickly slipping one end of the tarp over the gunwale of the ship and releasing their bloody cargo. The five bodies of the rodents of unusual size fall in slow spirals down to the water three decks below. Despite how heavy they seemed carrying them up to the deck, they barely make a splash in the roughening water.
Turning back from the rail, you find Erran Bigge standing behind you with a smile on his face.
He nods.
"Thanks for the help. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow morning off," Bigge says. "A deal's a deal. Though you might be in for a rough night if we don't outrace this storm. There'll be food in the galley. Maybe a card game or two. Music if anyone wants to provide it."
He's about to say more when his gaze locks on something behind you all, his eyes narrowing.
"What in the depths?" he says.
In the distance, you can all make out a broken collection of islands. On one is what looks like a monastery or perhaps an abbey. It might normally be picturesque but at the moment a raging fire roars through the roof of the main building.
((This is on the opposite side of the ship from the approaching storm, or the same side?))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
As they finish dumping their catch into the sea, Avaria gives a startled cry as she turns around, surprised by Erran right behind them. "How did you?.." and she trails off as he continues letting them know they are receiving their payment for their work of clearing the ship of the pest problem.
As he mentions the storm and how it could be a rough night, her stomach does a loop as she can't imagine it much rougher on the sea. She looks to Ethelyn, worried that she won't survive much worse.
As the man stops talking and stares out to see, she turns to see what has gotten his attention. The fire is bad, what if it spreads to the other buildings? She turns back to him, "Shouldn't we help? And wouldn't that secure the ship to wait out the storm?" She looks at the others wondering what their thoughts are.
The ship is heading west/southwest, with the storm approaching from the north. The island with the burning building is to the south. Several other jagged, rocky islands dot the waters around the one with the abbey/monastery.
Erran Bigge shakes his head. "The water near Abbey Isle is treacherous. Fog rolls in and out there with no reason to it. Even the best navigator risks running a ground. The sandy floor near the island is littered with broken hulls and lost souls. The mariners guild needs to stick a lighthouse out there but their heads are stuck so far up there . . ."
Another voice cuts in, a voice used to command and being listened to.
"Even if the water was calm as glass we're not dropping anchor there," the voice from behind you says. "This storm is going to cost us enough time."
Turning you see a very tall, probably 6'8", man, human most likely. He's the most well kept and finely attired person you've seen on the ship so far.
"Aye Captain," Bigge says to the man.
The Captain looks at the five of you and nods.
"These are the ones who solved your little problem?" The Captain asks Bigge, putting a strong emphasis on the word your. His mouth sits a straight firm line when he's not talking. "Captain Percival, Claudius Percival. Now, we've a storm to get ready for. You lot, if you're not helping, get below and get out of the way."
He doesn't wait for a reply but turns and heads to the quarterdeck.
Marrin looks at the sneaky quartermaster but doesn't say anything as he lays out their rewarded time off. She turns at his proclamation when seeing the burning abbey.
She doesn't bother to suggest they help, not their problem and she figures it will be too late by the time they got there anyhow. She spins, yet again, to look at the tall human with interest. Like with Erran, Ethel and Ava he gets a thorough inspecting as he talks. She gives the tall man a smile and bobs a little curtsy when his gaze turns to appraise them and says formally,
"Yes, Captain."
Once he is off she'll turn to Erran and say quietly,
"You have some off salted fish in the hold. I don't think the Captain would want to hear about it, or worse taste it. Best you get rid of it sooner rather than later!"
Her gaze turns back to the burning abbey,
"Do you know what order lives there? Maybe the storm will help put it out."
Once that is asked she is happy to return to their bunks and will, while taking out her lute, ask Jan,
"So Jan, what was the favor you needed help with?"
She begins fussing with the instrument while awaiting/listening to Jan's answer.
Jan looks out at the burning Abbey, but if there's no way to get there and no benefit of weathering the storm, the folks there will have to make sure, but she can't help but wonder whether it was an accidental or intentional fire... And if the latter, who burns an abbey?
She heads down with the others.
She fiddles with her hair, stroking the tips of a section through her fingers while looking down, considering how to answer.
Eventually she speaks softly, still looking down at her hair, "My little sister was my favorite. She loved when I played the flute for her..."
"A... a monster ruined her life."
Her fingers have settled and stilled, and she scrubs her face against a sleeve.
"I'm... I'm on this boat to find a man who has done bad things. Hargrove, Godrick Hargrove. I mean to see justice."
She looks up, glistening eyes hard and resolute.
"I don't think he's aboard, but this is where things led me..."
She gives a wry laugh and rubs the backs of her hands across her eyes, taking a deep breath, "Taking passage I can't afford, running before a storm, and already starting my time aboard as a pest control expert!"
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Ula turns to the quartermaster when he appears, and is happy the party were able to help with the rat problem.
When the quartermaster turns and points out the chapel and the fire, initially Ula agrees with Avaria, that the party should help… But what the quartermaster says about the rocks and the shallows makes sense. She doesn’t know enough about sailing to argue any different. It seems nothing can be done…
At that point, Ula moves to the railing on the side overlooking the fire, and starts to call out, “Istishia!!… In your wisdom, see fit to rain on this fiery disaster, to dash it with water from the heavens and from the waves!”.
“Your old enemy Kossuth, Lord of Flames, ravages this chapel and town. Show him that your power is greater than his by quashing his deadly insult on this village!…”
”Your element is close at hand and surrounds and outnumbers his puny show of folly here. How dare he insult you on the coast of your sea, under the weight of your heavy clouds…”.
Then she mutters more quietly to herself, holding her holy symbol of the wave. “Istishia, in your infinite wisdom, if it suit your purpose, see fit to quench this town of fire. Do not let fire beat water. Once it has a toe hold it will run riot. Give these people the power to fight the flames for you, send rain to aid them…”. She continues muttering with her eyes closed, one hand holding tight to the railing.
She is vaguely aware of the Captain’s presence and words behind her.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Marrin absently strokes the lute while she watches Jan's face, posture and hand movements.
Insight: 20
"...And you would like us to help you kill this Hargrove?"
She tries to keep her tone neutral but it is a big ask of four relative strangers.
Jan's eyes fly open wide and she barks a startled laugh, "Oh, gosh no! Nothing so drastic as that, I just wanted some extra eyes and ears, if any of the four of you happen to hear mention of him, to let me know! I'd say if you see him too, but it's not that big of a boat. Ship. For him up he hiding on. And we know he's not down in the lower hold."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Ethel leans over the rail. Sometimes she draws slow, deep breaths to calm herself. Sometimes she is wretching... nothing but dry heaves now. For a moment, her mind wanders to a night long ago, with too much applewine, too few cares, a kiss, and the bitter hangover that followed. She listens as best she can to the conversation on the deck, and then pushes herself up to stand on unsteady legs.
"Remarkable job, all of you," she says weakly, addressing Jan, Marrin, Ula and Avaria. "I apologize I wasn't able to assist. I need... I need to go lie down for a bit and try to shake this seasickness. Please feel free to seek me out if you think I can help with anything else." With that, she makes for their shared chamber.
Passing by Jan, she says quietly in passing:
"I may have heard something about your quarry. Come talk to me if you wish."
With that, she heads to their quarters, eases into bed, and tries to make peace with the rocking of the ship.
[Can she make another attempt on that CON save?]
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"But you're going to kill him?"
Erran Bigge looks out at the fire on the distant island and is quiet for a moment, but eventually before you leave, he does answer Marrin's question.
"I've never heard tell of what order is out there," Erran begins. "But I do know seasoned old salts who've tangled with pirates and giant octopus both who won't even look at that island when we sail past. There's something not right there and you won't find any of the crew who would argue against the captain. Whoever's there better hope the rain puts out the fire. That's all the help they're going to get."
He turns and joins the rest of the crew in their work.
As you've been on the ship for the better part of the day now, you've gotten a bit more of a feel for the lay of the land so to speak. You're on the main deck now. Your shared quarters are on this deck, forward, under the forecastle. There looks to be only the door to your combo storage/bunk house cabin. There are two doors in the aft, under the quarterdeck. Ethel saw one of those doors open when she boarded. You have not seen the other door open.
The lower deck, that you've passed through on your way to the lower hold, has a central area the combines storage, tables and a bit of open space strung with hammocks and hooks, which likely doubles as the crew's quarters. From the smells you surmised that the galley was forward on the lower deck. You haven't seen them, but you can guess that aft on the lower deck is where the other passenger's cabins are.
The lower hold, is split into a forward hold, the main hold, and the aft hold, which is where you gallantly did battle with the ROUS and discovered the brig.
Ethel is headed back to your cabin on the main deck. Food, cards, and passengers would be on the lower deck.
Your own cabin will be the only place with a semblance of privacy.
All can make a new CON Save to see if you've gotten your sea legs yet. Marrin, please roll as well (Marrin's not seasick at the moment but going to use this one to see how much better she's doing than the others).
@Marrin
Jan's emotions would seem genuine, and her goal seems to be what she intends, but you might catch a bit of her not being entirely forthcoming with the details. But everything she stated rings true as fact, or at least fact as she understands it.
"Would it affect your opinion of me if I did?"
Jan pauses, before shaking her head.
"But no, I don't mean to kill him. Dead men can't repay their wrongs. I mean to see him brought down, but this is more... information gathering."
@Ethel
Jan gives her a grateful nod.
Janellae CON: 5
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"If it didn't impact my opinion of you what kind of person would I be!"
On hearing what Jan does plan she shrugs,
"Why not. I'll keep an eye out for him."
Marrin has already put the Abbey out of mind.
Con save: 18
That decided and feeling fine she stands,
"I'm going to get something to eat and play some songs in the galley, if anyone is interested in joining me."
((I presume Jan tells us what her target looks like?))
Jan gives the description of Hargrove as a young human man, tall and thin, with a shaved or close cropped head and thick black beard.
"I may join you in a bit, I'm going to make sure Ethel got settled in to her bunk alright, she's been having a rough day of it... and at the risk of jinxing myself I'm actually starting to feel like something to eat might be an acceptable plan."
Entering the quarters, she looks in on Ethel, checking to make sure the other woman has found her bunk safely, and bringing a bucket if she can secure one to have close at hand in case she starts feeling unwell again... though from past performances, there's likely little left to bring up.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Ula will continue to pray for the burning chapel until it’s no longer in sight. She at least feels like the God of Elemental Water has heard her plea and will do as he see’s fit one way of the other…
She will also glance at the oncoming storm and say a quiet word or two about the water treating the boat and all who sail in her kindly. She knows the sea and the storm have their own gods but if water has a hand in things to come at all she makes her thoughts quietly known…
CON save: 5
((results will dictate what she does next)).
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Ula doesn’t feel well. She remains on deck for now and attempts to assemble her censer and light her incense letting the faint smell she’s grown very used to revive her a little. She concentrates on her breathing, holds the hand rail and tries to keep out of the way until the worst of the feeling passes.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
CON: 18
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As Ula prays for the building on fire, Avaria awkwardly pats her on the back. Seeing that gesture done to others, but never receiving she wasn't exactly sure how to do it and is a bit more forceful then Ula is probably ready for.
As Erran describes the pirates and such that won't go near the island, it peaks her interest even more so. What awaits on those tiny islands that give such a wide berth to all that go near? Why? She continues to watch as others talk.
CON save 18