First the introduction of the bath and invisible masseuse and now gifts from pretty much complete strangers, Mal is at a loss for words as she has never in her life been treated this nicely and with such....love? She keeps looking for ulterior motives or possible hidden meanings behind these peoples words but she can't seem to find any, so does that mean the words are genuine, but why? She is a nobody to these people and certainly to one of them, just a drow, half or otherwise.
Finally, she is able to utter out, "Thank you, hopefully I live up to your praise." She gracefully accepts the gift and dons the new cloak.
Khessa remains speechless, faced with the unexpected (and remarkable) generosity of the celestial. She reverently takes the magic ring between her fingers, admires it for a long time... and finally puts it on the ring finger of her right hand (in her left hand there is already another ring, also one of exquisite workmanship) .
"Amanises, my friend..." the blonde arcane warrior finally manages to articulate words, blushing in embarrassment "You shouldn't have bothered yourself like that! It's... it's an object of immense value... and I... I, on the other hand, don't I thought of nothing for you..." she lowers her blue eyes... but soon she raises them with determination - and smiles, embracing her warmly and kissing her cheeks "But I will find a way to repay you! I will also find a suitable gift for you, when we return! And I will give it to you as soon as you come to visit me - that is soon!"
'Yes, my friend...' the tall adventuress thinks 'Your kindness and generosity will not remain unrequited! I have a certain idea, by the time we get this apocalypse thing sorted out...'
After the bath, Khessa, completely relaxed, carves out a few hours of time to try to copy Misty Step from one of the scrolls she bought earlier (during the shopping session) to her spellbook.
The blonde arcane warrior fails, but still doesn't let it ruin such a pleasant day: 'Maybe next scroll' she thinks.
She had already protected the Inn before with Private Sanctum, but for further security she protects the entrances with a Alarm which alerts her telepathically in case someone enters (since no one should enter - the Inn is reserved tonight!)
She then falls asleep peacefully, thinking both of her family and of her old friends... and of those she has just met.
(DM: Did Dabbert find a Pyroconverger? Sorry, you probably didn't see the question in the spoiler.)
Dabbert squints at Amanises, staring as she hands him the amulet. He reaches out gingerly, with a bit of trepidation, before taking the amulet in deceptively strong hands. He brings it closer to his face, taking a hard look at it.
"Amanises, I..." He said, struggling to find the words of gratitude. "You didn't have to do this. Thank you. That was very kind."
Akkron would smile at the gift from Amanises if he could... but... well... he's a skeleton.
"Well then, I thank you kindly my friend," Akkron say, as he takes the offered article of clothing. "It will certainly be useful to save the spell slot that I would otherwise have had to use on an hourly basis to maintain a false appearance. If there is anything you need from me, please, do not hesitate to let me know."
I suppose I will need to unattune from my grimoire, he thinks to himself. But until we are ready to throw secrecy aside and make open war with the Zemochs, discretion is likely of greater importance than raw power.
(DM: Did Dabbert find a Pyroconverger? Sorry, you probably didn't see the question in the spoiler.)
Dabbert squints at Amanises, staring as she hands him the amulet. He reaches out gingerly, with a bit of trepidation, before taking the amulet in deceptively strong hands. He brings it closer to his face, taking a hard look at it.
"Amanises, I..." He said, struggling to find the words of gratitude. "You didn't have to do this. Thank you. That was very kind."
What a thoughtfull gift. The tome of the whispered one is a hideous thing, this will make it more acceptable to work with. says olem as he quickly wraps the spellbook cover around his tome. Visible only for a quick moment there is a dried leathry tongue pinned to front cover of the book. And with this, he holds up the ring as if he'd show it to Amanises for the first time, and the boons of the broken god i will surly be ashamed should i fall in battle. Thank you very much.
You spend a restful night, becoming more acquainted with one another. In the morning, a large breakfast is prepared and waiting in the large room where you met Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk.
As you are eating, the two come through the door and join you for breakfast. Brother Maynard is wearing his monk clothes, though he is not wearing the chainmail armor you saw before. Sir Sparhawk is wearing his chainmail, black and silver tabard, and leans his longsword against the wall when he joins everyone at the table.
"I hope you all were able to get refreshed and ready for the journey. I have been told the ship is about ready to sail, when we are finished here, we will head to the dock."
He joins the rest of the party in small talk as he eats his breakfast, while Sir Sparhawk appears to be more stoic and not as talkative as Brother Maynard. Once the breakfast is done, Brother Maynard rises from the table, wiping the crumbs from his monk's habit.
"Well, my dear friends, it's time for us to make our journey across the sea to Eosia. See to your personal affects, and I shall meet you out front."
You all go and gather your personal belongings, and dress for travel. When you return to the front of the tavern, Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk are mounted on riding horses, Sparhawk now has a great sword strapped across his back. There are horses waiting for you, and there is a mule cart with a driver for any personal baggage. Once everything is loaded and everyone is mounted, Sir Sparhawk leads the group out onto the dirt road and heads towards the harbor.
As you move along the street, most of the people and passersby are going to food stalls and other merchants, staying out of your way. After a few moments, you get a sensation that you are being watched, and being watched by someone or something that has ill intent. You can see that Sir Sparhawk senses it as well, and a frown appears on his face. He slowly starts to look around, as if searching for the source. Then his mouth moves every so slightly, like he is whispering and then there is a quick flick of his fingers.
You feel a sense of magical energy just flared out and away from Sir Sparhawk. The sensation of being watched quickly vanishes and their is a sense of whatever or whoever had been watching you, felt a quick and stabbing sensation. There is a satisfied smirk on Sir Sparhawk's face as you continue on to the docks.
It's a short ride to the dock, as you wind down the road you can see the shimmering sunrise off the ocean water, as well as the salty smell in the air. As you get closer, the smell turns into tar, dry wood and fish. Brother Maynard leads you to a dock, where a three-master cargo ship waits. While similiar to ships you may have seen along the Sword Coast, this one has slight differences on the shape of the hull, and how the sails are rigged.
Brother Maynard dismounts and heads up the gangplank and speaks to what appears to be the first mate. Soon some sailors come down to carry your belongings up onto the ship. "Leave the horses with the good man here with the cart, he will take them back to the inn." He then turns and climbs up the gangway to the main deck of the ship. As you make your way aboard the ship, there is a quarter deck to the rear where the ship's wheel is located, and there is a forecastle on the bow. She appears to be a sturdy-built ship, well maintained by the crew.
A man who appears to be the captain comes up on deck through a hatch and comes over to Brother Maynard.
"Well now, it seems you were successful in finding brave souls to come to our aide, well done." He then turns to the group, "Welcome aboard the Flying Griphon, there are rooms set aside for you below. You are welcome to move freely about the ship, all I ask is that you stay out of the way of my crew when they are performing their duties. I would also like to ask, on the slim chance we may come across those mangy seadogs, that you would assist us in defending our good ship."
He smiles, bows his head really quick, before he makes his way to the quarter deck and begins issuing orders to make sail. Soon the ship is turning with the tide and with the wind, and when she is deeper out into the harbor, all of the sails are set and the ship begins to dance across the waves, the sails snapping in the good following wind.
Akkron will go ahead and embark without much fanfare. He's decided to utilize the hat of disguise that Amanises so kindly gave him in order to look like some guy instead of a powerful undead. While he assumes that the crew have likely been briefed on who to expect, who knows what eyes might be watching from the shadows?
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Khessa, meeting Brother Mainhard in the morning, replies to him, with a warm smile: "Yes, thank you! Refreshed and ready for everything! And you Mainhard? Have you managed to rest? I imagine that this bad story worries you a lot... you have a much clearer perception than ours of this threat... and who knows, maybe even friends or relatives who could be put in danger by Eosia's recent problems. It can't be an easy time for you."
The blonde arcane warrior, when she notices the way Sir Sparhawk handles the 'problem' of espionage, rides close to him, pats him on the shoulder and, smiling, tells him: "Well done, Sparhawk!"
Once the tall adventuress reaches the ship, upon departure, she takes advantage of the opportunity to stay on deck, breathing in the open air and the salty scent of the ocean.
Subsequently, Khessa alternates, during this day, necessary rituals and pleasant chats with her adventure companions.
Necessary rituals: 1) She forms the Weapon Bond typical of Eldritch Knights with her staff 2) Since she is traveling on water, she tries to copy the Water Breathing scroll into her spellbook.
As far as chats of pleasure are concerned, the blonde arcane warrior inquires (with any of her adventure companions who are there and in mood to chat): "Have you already sailed the ocean? I didn't... Not even of sea I have vast experience... been at sea only few times, to tell the truth... Ocean is really new for me. It's really big, huh? What a feeling, looking at it... Immensity and freedom..."
"I've been to sea a few times..." Akkron says. "I used to love sailing in my younger days. So much to see at sea... um... by the way, do you perhaps need some help copying those scrolls? I noticed that you seem to be struggling a bit..."
(I assume as a master arcanist Akkron is able to take the help action when Khessa is trying to scribe her scrolls into her book)
Mal gathers all her things and prepares to leave with the group hopping up easily onto her horse and preparing to ride. Her outfit looks the same as she wore yesterday but is now a more vibrant dark purple color, instead of the deepest black she was wearing yesterday.
On the journey her respect rises as she witnesses Sparhawk deal with whatever rude intruder was spying on the group.
Once on the ship she goes and stows what gear she has and when she comes back on deck, her outfit is now matching the same coloring and style that the rest of the crew are wearing. She will approach the captain when he is not immediately busy and offer her services as she has sailed before and was pretty good at it. She would be happy to help with whatever task he needs done, regardless of what it is.
Responding to Khessa, "I have done a bit of traveling by sea, not as good a ship as this one is, but I have unfortunately dealt with a number of ships that look like this."
"I've been to sea a few times..." Akkron says. "I used to love sailing in my younger days. So much to see at sea... um... by the way, do you perhaps need some help copying those scrolls? I noticed that you seem to be struggling a bit..."
(I assume as a master arcanist Akkron is able to take the help action when Khessa is trying to scribe her scrolls into her book)
Well... up to the DM... If Help is allowed, here's a 2nd roll - we keep the highest: 18
Else, well, as before stated, Khessa will be content with the Fly spell she already knows.
Responding to Khessa, "I have done a bit of traveling by sea, not as good a ship as this one is, but I have unfortunately dealt with a number of ships that look like this."
"Oh... 'dealt with'?" Khessa understands what her friend's words imply "Well, this could be useful to us, given that the captain mentioned that some pirate might want to 'deal with' this ship. How does an attack usually take place? What strategy is used? What are the critical points of the ship to protect? Just to know what to pay more attention to, in case of need..."
First the introduction of the bath and invisible masseuse and now gifts from pretty much complete strangers, Mal is at a loss for words as she has never in her life been treated this nicely and with such....love? She keeps looking for ulterior motives or possible hidden meanings behind these peoples words but she can't seem to find any, so does that mean the words are genuine, but why? She is a nobody to these people and certainly to one of them, just a drow, half or otherwise.
Finally, she is able to utter out, "Thank you, hopefully I live up to your praise." She gracefully accepts the gift and dons the new cloak.
Khessa remains speechless, faced with the unexpected (and remarkable) generosity of the celestial. She reverently takes the magic ring between her fingers, admires it for a long time... and finally puts it on the ring finger of her right hand (in her left hand there is already another ring, also one of exquisite workmanship) .
"Amanises, my friend..." the blonde arcane warrior finally manages to articulate words, blushing in embarrassment "You shouldn't have bothered yourself like that! It's... it's an object of immense value... and I... I, on the other hand, don't I thought of nothing for you..." she lowers her blue eyes... but soon she raises them with determination - and smiles, embracing her warmly and kissing her cheeks "But I will find a way to repay you! I will also find a suitable gift for you, when we return! And I will give it to you as soon as you come to visit me - that is soon!"
'Yes, my friend...' the tall adventuress thinks 'Your kindness and generosity will not remain unrequited! I have a certain idea, by the time we get this apocalypse thing sorted out...'
After the bath, Khessa, completely relaxed, carves out a few hours of time to try to copy Misty Step from one of the scrolls she bought earlier (during the shopping session) to her spellbook.
Khessa's Arcana: 11
The blonde arcane warrior fails, but still doesn't let it ruin such a pleasant day: 'Maybe next scroll' she thinks.
She had already protected the Inn before with Private Sanctum, but for further security she protects the entrances with a Alarm which alerts her telepathically in case someone enters (since no one should enter - the Inn is reserved tonight!)
She then falls asleep peacefully, thinking both of her family and of her old friends... and of those she has just met.
(DM: Did Dabbert find a Pyroconverger? Sorry, you probably didn't see the question in the spoiler.)
Dabbert squints at Amanises, staring as she hands him the amulet. He reaches out gingerly, with a bit of trepidation, before taking the amulet in deceptively strong hands. He brings it closer to his face, taking a hard look at it.
"Amanises, I..." He said, struggling to find the words of gratitude. "You didn't have to do this. Thank you. That was very kind."
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Akkron would smile at the gift from Amanises if he could... but... well... he's a skeleton.
"Well then, I thank you kindly my friend," Akkron say, as he takes the offered article of clothing. "It will certainly be useful to save the spell slot that I would otherwise have had to use on an hourly basis to maintain a false appearance. If there is anything you need from me, please, do not hesitate to let me know."
I suppose I will need to unattune from my grimoire, he thinks to himself. But until we are ready to throw secrecy aside and make open war with the Zemochs, discretion is likely of greater importance than raw power.
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What a thoughtfull gift. The tome of the whispered one is a hideous thing, this will make it more acceptable to work with. says olem as he quickly wraps the spellbook cover around his tome. Visible only for a quick moment there is a dried leathry tongue pinned to front cover of the book. And with this, he holds up the ring as if he'd show it to Amanises for the first time, and the boons of the broken god i will surly be ashamed should i fall in battle. Thank you very much.
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You spend a restful night, becoming more acquainted with one another. In the morning, a large breakfast is prepared and waiting in the large room where you met Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk.
As you are eating, the two come through the door and join you for breakfast. Brother Maynard is wearing his monk clothes, though he is not wearing the chainmail armor you saw before. Sir Sparhawk is wearing his chainmail, black and silver tabard, and leans his longsword against the wall when he joins everyone at the table.
"I hope you all were able to get refreshed and ready for the journey. I have been told the ship is about ready to sail, when we are finished here, we will head to the dock."
He joins the rest of the party in small talk as he eats his breakfast, while Sir Sparhawk appears to be more stoic and not as talkative as Brother Maynard. Once the breakfast is done, Brother Maynard rises from the table, wiping the crumbs from his monk's habit.
"Well, my dear friends, it's time for us to make our journey across the sea to Eosia. See to your personal affects, and I shall meet you out front."
You all go and gather your personal belongings, and dress for travel. When you return to the front of the tavern, Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk are mounted on riding horses, Sparhawk now has a great sword strapped across his back. There are horses waiting for you, and there is a mule cart with a driver for any personal baggage. Once everything is loaded and everyone is mounted, Sir Sparhawk leads the group out onto the dirt road and heads towards the harbor.
As you move along the street, most of the people and passersby are going to food stalls and other merchants, staying out of your way. After a few moments, you get a sensation that you are being watched, and being watched by someone or something that has ill intent. You can see that Sir Sparhawk senses it as well, and a frown appears on his face. He slowly starts to look around, as if searching for the source. Then his mouth moves every so slightly, like he is whispering and then there is a quick flick of his fingers.
You feel a sense of magical energy just flared out and away from Sir Sparhawk. The sensation of being watched quickly vanishes and their is a sense of whatever or whoever had been watching you, felt a quick and stabbing sensation. There is a satisfied smirk on Sir Sparhawk's face as you continue on to the docks.
It's a short ride to the dock, as you wind down the road you can see the shimmering sunrise off the ocean water, as well as the salty smell in the air. As you get closer, the smell turns into tar, dry wood and fish. Brother Maynard leads you to a dock, where a three-master cargo ship waits. While similiar to ships you may have seen along the Sword Coast, this one has slight differences on the shape of the hull, and how the sails are rigged.
Brother Maynard dismounts and heads up the gangplank and speaks to what appears to be the first mate. Soon some sailors come down to carry your belongings up onto the ship. "Leave the horses with the good man here with the cart, he will take them back to the inn." He then turns and climbs up the gangway to the main deck of the ship. As you make your way aboard the ship, there is a quarter deck to the rear where the ship's wheel is located, and there is a forecastle on the bow. She appears to be a sturdy-built ship, well maintained by the crew.
A man who appears to be the captain comes up on deck through a hatch and comes over to Brother Maynard.
"Well now, it seems you were successful in finding brave souls to come to our aide, well done." He then turns to the group, "Welcome aboard the Flying Griphon, there are rooms set aside for you below. You are welcome to move freely about the ship, all I ask is that you stay out of the way of my crew when they are performing their duties. I would also like to ask, on the slim chance we may come across those mangy seadogs, that you would assist us in defending our good ship."
He smiles, bows his head really quick, before he makes his way to the quarter deck and begins issuing orders to make sail. Soon the ship is turning with the tide and with the wind, and when she is deeper out into the harbor, all of the sails are set and the ship begins to dance across the waves, the sails snapping in the good following wind.
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Akkron will go ahead and embark without much fanfare. He's decided to utilize the hat of disguise that Amanises so kindly gave him in order to look like some guy instead of a powerful undead. While he assumes that the crew have likely been briefed on who to expect, who knows what eyes might be watching from the shadows?
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Khessa, meeting Brother Mainhard in the morning, replies to him, with a warm smile: "Yes, thank you! Refreshed and ready for everything! And you Mainhard? Have you managed to rest? I imagine that this bad story worries you a lot... you have a much clearer perception than ours of this threat... and who knows, maybe even friends or relatives who could be put in danger by Eosia's recent problems. It can't be an easy time for you."
The blonde arcane warrior, when she notices the way Sir Sparhawk handles the 'problem' of espionage, rides close to him, pats him on the shoulder and, smiling, tells him: "Well done, Sparhawk!"
Once the tall adventuress reaches the ship, upon departure, she takes advantage of the opportunity to stay on deck, breathing in the open air and the salty scent of the ocean.
Subsequently, Khessa alternates, during this day, necessary rituals and pleasant chats with her adventure companions.
Necessary rituals:
1) She forms the Weapon Bond typical of Eldritch Knights with her staff
2) Since she is traveling on water, she tries to copy the Water Breathing scroll into her spellbook.
As far as chats of pleasure are concerned, the blonde arcane warrior inquires (with any of her adventure companions who are there and in mood to chat): "Have you already sailed the ocean? I didn't... Not even of sea I have vast experience... been at sea only few times, to tell the truth... Ocean is really new for me. It's really big, huh? What a feeling, looking at it... Immensity and freedom..."
Arcana check to copy the Water Breathing scroll into her spellbook: 23
Probably a fail - she will have to be content with flying, in case of need.
"I've been to sea a few times..." Akkron says. "I used to love sailing in my younger days. So much to see at sea... um... by the way, do you perhaps need some help copying those scrolls? I noticed that you seem to be struggling a bit..."
(I assume as a master arcanist Akkron is able to take the help action when Khessa is trying to scribe her scrolls into her book)
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Mal gathers all her things and prepares to leave with the group hopping up easily onto her horse and preparing to ride. Her outfit looks the same as she wore yesterday but is now a more vibrant dark purple color, instead of the deepest black she was wearing yesterday.
On the journey her respect rises as she witnesses Sparhawk deal with whatever rude intruder was spying on the group.
Once on the ship she goes and stows what gear she has and when she comes back on deck, her outfit is now matching the same coloring and style that the rest of the crew are wearing. She will approach the captain when he is not immediately busy and offer her services as she has sailed before and was pretty good at it. She would be happy to help with whatever task he needs done, regardless of what it is.
Responding to Khessa, "I have done a bit of traveling by sea, not as good a ship as this one is, but I have unfortunately dealt with a number of ships that look like this."
Well... up to the DM... If Help is allowed, here's a 2nd roll - we keep the highest: 18
Else, well, as before stated, Khessa will be content with the Fly spell she already knows.
"Oh... 'dealt with'?" Khessa understands what her friend's words imply "Well, this could be useful to us, given that the captain mentioned that some pirate might want to 'deal with' this ship. How does an attack usually take place? What strategy is used? What are the critical points of the ship to protect? Just to know what to pay more attention to, in case of need..."
I am by all means no experts on ships. But i think the Hull is the most important part. Olem tries to joke And perhaps the masts and sails.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist