Korlan continues to sort and organize High Lord Emeritus' things, cleaning up the detritus that fell out of his desk when it was moved, and generally stacking everything neatly around the walls of the room so that the large wooden meeting table and chairs can be seen and used again. He does not find anything of interest.
Demoiselle works quickly and well, and will certainly complete her task before ninth bell, perhaps even an hour early.
Esvaris: The man lowers the weapon with a worried look on his face, "Sir, as you know, my novice initiation ceremony is tomorrow evening, and... if I were to accidentally harm you in some way, it may cause...er..." Friar Bernard raises an eyebrow which is enough to cut the man's uncertain rambling short. "Fear not. Shoot me," he repeats with finality. As the man sets his feet and raises the crossbow again, the immense goliath moves with the grace and speed of a trained dancer. Despite the distance between them he leaps forward, snapping the glaive in two across one knee. The crossbolt shoots towards him. Using the wooden haft of the glaive he smacks the bolt from the air with his left hand and throws the sharpened blade piece like a dagger with smooth precision. It flies across the room and sticks with a thud into the wall so close to the man's face that it would have shaved his beard if he had one. Landing in a perfectly poised kneeling position, the goliath rises to his feet again and bows to the initiate. The entire room pauses with held breath for a moment more, then erupts into applause. "Distance need not be an obstacle, even if all you have is a melee weapon." Friar Bernard says softly to hush the room. Then he gives them glaive blades to practice throwing.
When it seems I have satisfactorily completed the task of tidying up the rectory, I head toward the gardens between the library and the northern transept at the northeast corner of the basilica. I cast Detect Magic and walk about for the full duration of the spell to see if I stumble upon anything magically out of the ordinary. Of course, I keep an open eye for any legless reptilians...
Sorry for posting so little during the past two days. Work has been...shall I say, WORK. I'm back now.
Simeon walks around the gardens, which are functional, not decorative. Stepping over rows of beans and half grown corn, he searches the gardens. As he approaches the corner of the basilica he detects a faint greenish glow that intensifies as he draws nearer. (Make an investigation check)
Esvaris tosses the glaive blade and finds that it is unnaturally well balanced. The surprised look on his face draws the attention of the round faced novice. He comes closer, pushing the sweaty mop of shaggy brown hair out of his face and says, "They're specially made by Friar Bernard, himself, you know." He smiles and tosses the one he's holding, almost managing to make it stick into the reinforced wooden practice boards that are hung along the wall. "The friar is a forge cleric, you see. He was a blacksmith in his village, before he came here." Retrieving both blades and handing Esvaris one of them he introduces himself. "Warrel Bullbottom. You're new, right? I'm hoping to become a novice cleric, too, tomorrow." His smile falters. "Although... I'm not sure if the goddess will want me. I'm afraid my faith is... weak. I guess, I just have a hard time trusting anything or anyone." He stares at the blade in his hand as if it held the answers he was seeking.
"Hi Warren! I'm Esvaris," I reply cheerfully. I'm happy that the glaive blade is easier to throw than I thought, and I like making new friends. "I'm a recent convert to Usoara myself. But I've found that if you follow the Goddess, she'll help you out with the stuff that is important to you. And don't worry about the goddess not wanting you. She took me, and nobody wants me. Not even my parents." I quickly turn and fling the blade against the wall again. After retrieving it, I ask, "How long have you been here?"
OOC: Just curious, am I proficient with a thrown glaive blade? Is it a monk weapon? Is it a dex or str weapon? What is the damage die?
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Esvaris: "It's Warrel, actually, and I'm glad to know ye." He looks sad at your casual mention of your parents. "I like the idea of a life of service, but the rest of it I'm not sure about. I've been here about three months now." He gives you a friendly smile. "It'll be nice to have some others in the dorm room." Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively he says, "Though, I didn't mind so much, being outnumbered by girl novices." Then he gives you a friendly nudge with his elbow. The class ends and Warrel has to leave. It's his turn to polish the pews in the nave.
The glaive blade has the same properties and damage of a handaxe. You can easily become proficient with it with a day or two of practice and does fit the requirements of a monk weapon.
Quill sees that the man truly believes what he is saying. He is a true believer, and does not seem to think that the blue liquid will harm you in any way. The cleric can tell, however, that the blonde man seems very interested in bringing you to his leader, Kara-Tur. Almost as if maybe he has orders to convince you to come. His two fellow believers may be watching to assist him with that goal.
Simeon pushes past the bushes near the wall, searching carefully in the area where the glow seems to be originating from. After a few minutes, he discovers a six inch long crack in the foundation of the building, about two hands wide. Peering carefully within he sees movement farther back into the crevice of stone. A strange noise, almost like leather sliding over leather, emanates from within... a writhing tangle of black and yellow diamond patterned snakes comes slithering out and over each other! Roll initiative
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Simeon: (Swarm of Snakes initiative: 17)
Quill: As the warm liquid runs down your throat you start to feel a sense of... euphoria? No, after another moment or two, as the followers of Kara-Tur watch you expectantly, your whole body starts to relax. You realize that all the things that had been worrying you, or making you feel emotional, are just not all that important. The calm emotions that you are experiencing feels wonderful. It doesn't remove problems, just your emotional reaction to them. Looking at the man, and his two friends lurking a little ways off, you are no longer worried about them, either. When they congratulate you on achieving inner peace and invite you to come to Sir Gable's mansion and meet the prophetess, Kara-Tur, the idea doesn't bother you at all.
(Follower of Wa's persuasion check: 19) If you choose not to follow him, make a Wisdom saving throw contested by his Persuasion check)
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Simeon: The snakes swarm forward into your space where you are bent over looking into the crack in the foundation. They strike at your face (attack: 10 Damage if hit: 10 and target must make a DC 10 Constitution save or take 14 poison damage)
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Simeon: As the snakes swarm round your ankles you are unable to hit them with your spell attack. But the bush that caught the brunt of it withers and twists in on itself. The snakes try to swarm up your legs and attack again. (attack: 26 and damage if hit: 7 and target must make a DC 10 Constitution save or take 14 poison damage)
"Certainly. I would be honored to meet this prophetess," Quill says, smiling broadly, a very different expression than his previous look of consternation.
Quill's splint armor glints in the sun almost as brightly as his smile as he follows the man.
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Simeon Grey
Mindful of the devout and spiritual nature of the temple, I resist the urge to blurt out my preferred bit of profane language at my failure to strike the swarm on my last attack. I attack the swarm by (1) invoking the War Priest feature, and (2) swinging my warhammer as a two-handed weapon twice.
First attack: 22 (if successful, 10 damage)
Second attack: 13 (if successful, 8 damage)
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Esvaris
I walk in and freeze with wide eyes.
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
Dex 1: 20
Dex 2: 14
Dex 3: 5
Korlan continues to sort and organize High Lord Emeritus' things, cleaning up the detritus that fell out of his desk when it was moved, and generally stacking everything neatly around the walls of the room so that the large wooden meeting table and chairs can be seen and used again. He does not find anything of interest.
Demoiselle works quickly and well, and will certainly complete her task before ninth bell, perhaps even an hour early.
Esvaris: The man lowers the weapon with a worried look on his face, "Sir, as you know, my novice initiation ceremony is tomorrow evening, and... if I were to accidentally harm you in some way, it may cause...er..." Friar Bernard raises an eyebrow which is enough to cut the man's uncertain rambling short. "Fear not. Shoot me," he repeats with finality. As the man sets his feet and raises the crossbow again, the immense goliath moves with the grace and speed of a trained dancer. Despite the distance between them he leaps forward, snapping the glaive in two across one knee. The crossbolt shoots towards him. Using the wooden haft of the glaive he smacks the bolt from the air with his left hand and throws the sharpened blade piece like a dagger with smooth precision. It flies across the room and sticks with a thud into the wall so close to the man's face that it would have shaved his beard if he had one. Landing in a perfectly poised kneeling position, the goliath rises to his feet again and bows to the initiate. The entire room pauses with held breath for a moment more, then erupts into applause. "Distance need not be an obstacle, even if all you have is a melee weapon." Friar Bernard says softly to hush the room. Then he gives them glaive blades to practice throwing.
Esvaris
I frown at my glaive blade. It is heavy and, to my hands, unwieldy. Nevertheless, I try throwing it
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
Simeon Grey
When it seems I have satisfactorily completed the task of tidying up the rectory, I head toward the gardens between the library and the northern transept at the northeast corner of the basilica. I cast Detect Magic and walk about for the full duration of the spell to see if I stumble upon anything magically out of the ordinary. Of course, I keep an open eye for any legless reptilians...
Sorry for posting so little during the past two days. Work has been...shall I say, WORK. I'm back now.
Simeon walks around the gardens, which are functional, not decorative. Stepping over rows of beans and half grown corn, he searches the gardens. As he approaches the corner of the basilica he detects a faint greenish glow that intensifies as he draws nearer. (Make an investigation check)
Esvaris tosses the glaive blade and finds that it is unnaturally well balanced. The surprised look on his face draws the attention of the round faced novice. He comes closer, pushing the sweaty mop of shaggy brown hair out of his face and says, "They're specially made by Friar Bernard, himself, you know." He smiles and tosses the one he's holding, almost managing to make it stick into the reinforced wooden practice boards that are hung along the wall. "The friar is a forge cleric, you see. He was a blacksmith in his village, before he came here." Retrieving both blades and handing Esvaris one of them he introduces himself. "Warrel Bullbottom. You're new, right? I'm hoping to become a novice cleric, too, tomorrow." His smile falters. "Although... I'm not sure if the goddess will want me. I'm afraid my faith is... weak. I guess, I just have a hard time trusting anything or anyone." He stares at the blade in his hand as if it held the answers he was seeking.
Simeon Grey
Investigation: 18
Let's try that again...Investigation: 14Esvaris
"Hi Warren! I'm Esvaris," I reply cheerfully. I'm happy that the glaive blade is easier to throw than I thought, and I like making new friends. "I'm a recent convert to Usoara myself. But I've found that if you follow the Goddess, she'll help you out with the stuff that is important to you. And don't worry about the goddess not wanting you. She took me, and nobody wants me. Not even my parents." I quickly turn and fling the blade against the wall again. After retrieving it, I ask, "How long have you been here?"
OOC: Just curious, am I proficient with a thrown glaive blade? Is it a monk weapon? Is it a dex or str weapon? What is the damage die?
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
Quill studies the blond man's face while he talks, wondering about his true intentions and whether he speaks truthfully.
Insight: 11
And that's all I have to say about that.
Esvaris: "It's Warrel, actually, and I'm glad to know ye." He looks sad at your casual mention of your parents. "I like the idea of a life of service, but the rest of it I'm not sure about. I've been here about three months now." He gives you a friendly smile. "It'll be nice to have some others in the dorm room." Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively he says, "Though, I didn't mind so much, being outnumbered by girl novices." Then he gives you a friendly nudge with his elbow. The class ends and Warrel has to leave. It's his turn to polish the pews in the nave.
The glaive blade has the same properties and damage of a handaxe. You can easily become proficient with it with a day or two of practice and does fit the requirements of a monk weapon.
Quill sees that the man truly believes what he is saying. He is a true believer, and does not seem to think that the blue liquid will harm you in any way. The cleric can tell, however, that the blonde man seems very interested in bringing you to his leader, Kara-Tur. Almost as if maybe he has orders to convince you to come. His two fellow believers may be watching to assist him with that goal.
Simeon pushes past the bushes near the wall, searching carefully in the area where the glow seems to be originating from. After a few minutes, he discovers a six inch long crack in the foundation of the building, about two hands wide. Peering carefully within he sees movement farther back into the crevice of stone. A strange noise, almost like leather sliding over leather, emanates from within... a writhing tangle of black and yellow diamond patterned snakes comes slithering out and over each other! Roll initiative
Simeon Grey
Initiative: 19
Quill takes a deep breath.
Usoara, protect me, he thinks as he drinks the blue liquid.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Esvaris
I bid Warrel goodbye and continue practicing with the glaive blade until the end of the lesson.
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
Simeon: (Swarm of Snakes initiative: 17)
Quill: As the warm liquid runs down your throat you start to feel a sense of... euphoria? No, after another moment or two, as the followers of Kara-Tur watch you expectantly, your whole body starts to relax. You realize that all the things that had been worrying you, or making you feel emotional, are just not all that important. The calm emotions that you are experiencing feels wonderful. It doesn't remove problems, just your emotional reaction to them. Looking at the man, and his two friends lurking a little ways off, you are no longer worried about them, either. When they congratulate you on achieving inner peace and invite you to come to Sir Gable's mansion and meet the prophetess, Kara-Tur, the idea doesn't bother you at all.
(Follower of Wa's persuasion check: 19) If you choose not to follow him, make a Wisdom saving throw contested by his Persuasion check)
Simeon: The snakes swarm forward into your space where you are bent over looking into the crack in the foundation. They strike at your face (attack: 10 Damage if hit: 10 and target must make a DC 10 Constitution save or take 14 poison damage)
Snakes miss.
Simeon Grey
I respond by casting Inflict Wounds. Attack roll: 6 | If successful, swarm takes 12 necrotic damage.
Simeon: As the snakes swarm round your ankles you are unable to hit them with your spell attack. But the bush that caught the brunt of it withers and twists in on itself. The snakes try to swarm up your legs and attack again. (attack: 26 and damage if hit: 7 and target must make a DC 10 Constitution save or take 14 poison damage)
Snakes strike all around you, but MISS again.
"Certainly. I would be honored to meet this prophetess," Quill says, smiling broadly, a very different expression than his previous look of consternation.
Quill's splint armor glints in the sun almost as brightly as his smile as he follows the man.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Simeon Grey
Mindful of the devout and spiritual nature of the temple, I resist the urge to blurt out my preferred bit of profane language at my failure to strike the swarm on my last attack. I attack the swarm by (1) invoking the War Priest feature, and (2) swinging my warhammer as a two-handed weapon twice.
First attack: 22 (if successful, 10 damage)
Second attack: 13 (if successful, 8 damage)