"How silly of me. Thank you for explaining, Yuri," Oox says. "It is clear from the map that Celestian's temple is of greater quality than that of Ptah, and that will suffice for me... for now."
Oox leaves a gold piece on the counter. "Apologies for the mess."
"Let us exit this establishment, and you can explain how we might help you on the way to see Celestian. Does this suffice, Tink? We sometimes find family among strange companions."
"Tink", Yuri says, "I am not sure we have the same definition of family. I may have spoken more to you, my new friends, than I have with my actual family in months. Families can be... different".
"Come on", he waves toward the door. "I'll tell you about the our opportunity along the way".
Yuri heads east away from the docks. "The Temple District is beautiful", says Yuri. "The dome on the College of Celestian shines during the day and reflects the clouds. At night it twinkles with stars on a black like open wildspace".
Eventually, he says, "So... I've got this gig doing private security for rich people. I was told by my cousin, Shadow, that sometimes when rich people make deals the amount of gold and jewels is so large it is hard to move. And, even with the truce, you can't move it along the surface. You have move it underground to keep it safe. That is where I come in".
"People know I can keep the shipments safe. When a big deal is going down, I find a note in a pocket. I don't know how it gets there, but sure enough, if I follow the instructions, I can protect their riches to complete the deal. And it pays really well. Last time I got 400 gold for one night's work"!
Yuri pulls the note out of his pocket to show you. It looks like random misspelled words and symbols.
He notices your confusion, "You can't read Bralian, I guess."
Please make a check an Insight check, Knowledge History check, or Investigation check.
He says, "Meet tomorrow night at Wasp and Galleon Streets at Midnight. That is a few blocks off of the Great Market."
"I will be there. If you guys help, it will be even easier".
Yuri weaves through the city evading most major streets and the traffic of pedestrians and cargo deliveries.
("Fences are against code. However, expensive stone walls are not", says Yuri.)
And walks you directly to the The Pantheistic College of Celestian.
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Insight: 4
"Yuri, it sounds like you do a lot of necessary work for a lot of people," Oox says, peering at the paper. They are largely distracted by the glorious beauty of the College of Celestian, but are attempting to stay focused on the conversation. "Perhaps you could divulge a bit more detail about your upcoming client, as an act of trust among... family? I certainly would not like to endanger my own opportunity to commune with those under Celestian's cunning watch."
"Oox, I take each job as they come. I really don't know anything about the operation. I find a note in my clothes to meet at a certain place, and I do. Then I get paid. I'm security... and sometimes just a strong back to haul the payment from one rich guy to an other."
Up the worn marble stairs a Priest stands between two massive silver double doors.
To the best of your knowledge and intuition, he telling the truth and doesn't know any more.
"Then, Yuri, I shall assist you. I cannot speak for Tink, whose autonomy is automatonic, but you have my ooze for this next project and should it please Celestian, perhaps we will work together again."
Oox slides up the steps toward the priest. "Good Priest, how does gentle Celestian look upon today? What news of salvation have you to share with we dregs of this scattered universe?"
Oox extends a pseudopod toward the holy man, shaping it into something resembling a wet mitten. "How may I be of service?"
"That's great!", says Yuri as he turns to go. "Meet me at the corner of Wasp and Galley Streets tomorrow night at 11:00 PM. I'll be watching for you".
The Priest looks very impatient, "You two almost missed Acolyte Testing on the Simulation Deck!" She hooks an arm around an arm-like pseudopod and the other over Tink's shoulder and marches you over to a white glowing circle on the floor. Attempts to get a word in otherwise are promptly tutted.
Standing on the circle, Oox, Tink, and the Priest begin to levitate up. On the third floor, they are whisked into a broad circular space with a domed ceiling, its stone walls carved with arcane runes that fill the area with bright light. After being unceremoniously pushed in, the door closes behind you.
Young nobles and children of wealthy merchants stand nearby in multiple huddles. Most are nervous and fidgeting.
You stand on the deck of your spelljamming ship, Moonraider, even as explosions obliterate two of its masts and hurl a dozen of your fellow sailors into Wildspace! Distant stars and wheeling clouds of multicolored gas spin around you as the first pirate galleon slams into Moonraider’s starboard side, and a gust of foul wind washes over you as the galleon’s air envelope merges with your own. Seconds later, your vessel is boarded by astral reavers—humanoids possessed of strange features, waving cruel weapons, and unleashing blasts of magic.
Captain Sardax lies on the deck nearby, her body ruined by shrapnel. “Hold the top deck!” she snarls with her dying breath. “Grant them no quarter!”
Oox wraps a pseudopod around its morningstar and peers at the reavers (to the extent possible without eyes). "This is a blessing Tink. Celestian tests us so we may bask in his cosmic wisdom!"
The ship tilts forward as second smoking Reaver ship hit the Moonraider from behind.
A fop in a red velvet cape loses his footing falling forward. As he flies through the air towards the rail and black of wildspace, a Reaver whirling copper chopper blade severs his arm and sends him flailing outside the air envelope of the ship. He floats weightless without the ship's gravity gasping from lack of of oxygen.
A tall elf with a previously regal bearing collapse to his knees when the Reavers appeared, braces himself on the rail. A dark stain on his green silk trousers exits his pantleg with a stream of liquid.
Please each make a Dexterity check (DC 10) to keep your footing. If it fails, Tink falls prone and slides 5 feet toward the Reavers. Oox, on failure, slides prone into the Reaver with gigantic nose and ears taking 1d4 damage.
The Reaver with the long nose sneezes a green ooze in the direction of Oox.
DC 14 to dodge, (with disadvantage if you are prone). 1d6 acid damage, +2 per following round for the next 3 rounds.
The Reaver with the helicopter blades, tilts toward Oox trying to clip a psudochunk. At the same time a clawed hand where a foot should be throws a dagger at Tink.
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Otto's arms catch some of the flying tofu cubes, a pair of hashi, and one of two halves of a plate.
It extends an arm with a wand-like appendage over spilled sake while a magic word plays over top the smooth jazz.
With a second word and wave the warming pot unshattered.
It continues to clean with Prestidigitation and Mending.
"How silly of me. Thank you for explaining, Yuri," Oox says. "It is clear from the map that Celestian's temple is of greater quality than that of Ptah, and that will suffice for me... for now."
Oox leaves a gold piece on the counter. "Apologies for the mess."
"Let us exit this establishment, and you can explain how we might help you on the way to see Celestian. Does this suffice, Tink? We sometimes find family among strange companions."
"Yes, I will accompany you. Does this make us family now? *** ***** ********"
"Tink", Yuri says, "I am not sure we have the same definition of family. I may have spoken more to you, my new friends, than I have with my actual family in months. Families can be... different".
"Come on", he waves toward the door. "I'll tell you about the our opportunity along the way".
Yuri heads east away from the docks. "The Temple District is beautiful", says Yuri. "The dome on the College of Celestian shines during the day and reflects the clouds. At night it twinkles with stars on a black like open wildspace".
Eventually, he says, "So... I've got this gig doing private security for rich people. I was told by my cousin, Shadow, that sometimes when rich people make deals the amount of gold and jewels is so large it is hard to move. And, even with the truce, you can't move it along the surface. You have move it underground to keep it safe. That is where I come in".
"People know I can keep the shipments safe. When a big deal is going down, I find a note in a pocket. I don't know how it gets there, but sure enough, if I follow the instructions, I can protect their riches to complete the deal. And it pays really well. Last time I got 400 gold for one night's work"!
Yuri pulls the note out of his pocket to show you. It looks like random misspelled words and symbols.
He notices your confusion, "You can't read Bralian, I guess."
Please make a check an Insight check, Knowledge History check, or Investigation check.
He says, "Meet tomorrow night at Wasp and Galleon Streets at Midnight. That is a few blocks off of the Great Market."
"I will be there. If you guys help, it will be even easier".
Yuri weaves through the city evading most major streets and the traffic of pedestrians and cargo deliveries.
("Fences are against code. However, expensive stone walls are not", says Yuri.)
And walks you directly to the The Pantheistic College of Celestian.
Investigation: 8
Tink is certain the card was written in gibberish.
Insight: 4
"Yuri, it sounds like you do a lot of necessary work for a lot of people," Oox says, peering at the paper. They are largely distracted by the glorious beauty of the College of Celestian, but are attempting to stay focused on the conversation. "Perhaps you could divulge a bit more detail about your upcoming client, as an act of trust among... family? I certainly would not like to endanger my own opportunity to commune with those under Celestian's cunning watch."
Persuasion: 11
"Oox, I take each job as they come. I really don't know anything about the operation. I find a note in my clothes to meet at a certain place, and I do. Then I get paid. I'm security... and sometimes just a strong back to haul the payment from one rich guy to an other."
Up the worn marble stairs a Priest stands between two massive silver double doors.
To the best of your knowledge and intuition, he telling the truth and doesn't know any more.
"Then, Yuri, I shall assist you. I cannot speak for Tink, whose autonomy is automatonic, but you have my ooze for this next project and should it please Celestian, perhaps we will work together again."
Oox slides up the steps toward the priest. "Good Priest, how does gentle Celestian look upon today? What news of salvation have you to share with we dregs of this scattered universe?"
Oox extends a pseudopod toward the holy man, shaping it into something resembling a wet mitten. "How may I be of service?"
"That's great!", says Yuri as he turns to go. "Meet me at the corner of Wasp and Galley Streets tomorrow night at 11:00 PM. I'll be watching for you".
The Priest looks very impatient, "You two almost missed Acolyte Testing on the Simulation Deck!" She hooks an arm around an arm-like pseudopod and the other over Tink's shoulder and marches you over to a white glowing circle on the floor. Attempts to get a word in otherwise are promptly tutted.
Standing on the circle, Oox, Tink, and the Priest begin to levitate up. On the third floor, they are whisked into a broad circular space with a domed ceiling, its stone walls carved with arcane runes that fill the area with bright light. After being unceremoniously pushed in, the door closes behind you.
Young nobles and children of wealthy merchants stand nearby in multiple huddles. Most are nervous and fidgeting.
The runes flair to blinding white.
Please roll for Initiative!
You stand on the deck of your spelljamming ship, Moonraider, even as explosions obliterate two of its masts and hurl a dozen of your fellow sailors into Wildspace! Distant stars and wheeling clouds of multicolored gas spin around you as the first pirate galleon slams into Moonraider’s starboard side, and a gust of foul wind washes over you as the galleon’s air envelope merges with your own. Seconds later, your vessel is boarded by astral reavers—humanoids possessed of strange features, waving cruel weapons, and unleashing blasts of magic.
Captain Sardax lies on the deck nearby, her body ruined by shrapnel. “Hold the top deck!” she snarls with her dying breath. “Grant them no quarter!”
Two Astral Reavers stand at the edge of the forecastle area near the front.
One has an enormous nose and ears.
The other has helicopter blades mounted on it's head. It is hovering 2 feet off the deck.
Each character is 15 feet away.
Oox wraps a pseudopod around its morningstar and peers at the reavers (to the extent possible without eyes). "This is a blessing Tink. Celestian tests us so we may bask in his cosmic wisdom!"
Initiative: 9
Astral Reaver Intiative: 3
"These beings are very much not family. ***************."
17
Tink pulls out his bow, a metal contraption that still uses arrows, and fires an arrow at the closest astral reaver. "**** you!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 8+1=9
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Oox places a pseudopod on Tink's shoulder. "I believe in you as Celestian does."
*Oox casts Guidance on Tink*
Oox then moves toward the reaver that Tink didn't shoot at, and gets right up in his face.
The ship tilts forward as second smoking Reaver ship hit the Moonraider from behind.
A fop in a red velvet cape loses his footing falling forward. As he flies through the air towards the rail and black of wildspace, a Reaver whirling copper chopper blade severs his arm and sends him flailing outside the air envelope of the ship. He floats weightless without the ship's gravity gasping from lack of of oxygen.
A tall elf with a previously regal bearing collapse to his knees when the Reavers appeared, braces himself on the rail. A dark stain on his green silk trousers exits his pantleg with a stream of liquid.
Please each make a Dexterity check (DC 10) to keep your footing. If it fails, Tink falls prone and slides 5 feet toward the Reavers. Oox, on failure, slides prone into the Reaver with gigantic nose and ears taking 1d4 damage.
The Reaver with the long nose sneezes a green ooze in the direction of Oox.
DC 14 to dodge, (with disadvantage if you are prone). 1d6 acid damage, +2 per following round for the next 3 rounds.
The Reaver with the helicopter blades, tilts toward Oox trying to clip a psudochunk. At the same time a clawed hand where a foot should be throws a dagger at Tink.