"Once, I went with a team to investigate this weird island that was uh...cube shaped, and inhabited by monodrones." He says. His brow furrows as he remembers. "Those are uh...weird little buggers. First fight we got into was at sea. Someone went overboard."
He squints as he thinks.
"I tied a rope around my ankles and dove in after them. Sea was blacker than Tiamat's stool sample. I was so scared..."
Dab stands up and stretches, yawning as he steps off with Akkron.
"Yeah uh...probably. Maybe we'll all be bad at it and it won't matter then who is good." He says, giving himself a moment to think about what Akkron said about being heroic. "Not me. I'm just some guy with weird parents. Just some guy that happened to be there."
He shrugs again for punctuation, then goes off to find fishing equipment before handing a rod to Akkron.
"These guys presumably brought some," Akkron says, referencing the cook and crewmen already at the railing with lines in the water. "...honestly though, if you don't qualify as a hero I don't know who does. After all, what is a hero but someone who takes on danger for the sake of others? The only person I can think of who might have a higher propensity for heroics is Khessa."
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You sail across the Endless Sea for a week, when the watch up in the crow's nest shout down "Land Ho!" Rising in the distance coming over the horizon, the greyish brown of Eosia is beginning to appear.
"We'll make Madel tomorrow morning," the captain stated. Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk who had been on the quarter deck with him nodded in thanks. They take the steps down from the quarterdeck and state, "By tomorrow we will be in Eosia, in the Port of Medal. From there we will travel up to Chyrellos to the cathedral where we can get news and updates about the Zemochs and what happened while we were away.
The following morning, with a pleasant breeze coming from the sea, you sail into the trade port of Madel. Several different varieties of sailing craft were in the harbor, from different size sailing ships to galleys and small craft. Your ship pulls into an empty dock, and the lines firmly secured holding the ship fast. Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk meet you on deck, "See to your gear and when you are ready, I will lead you to one of our safe locations where we have horses waiting."
Khessa, excited, retrieves her backpack and is followed by the faithful construct Alfred, who remains behind her to cover her back.
Before disembarking, the blonde arcane warrior instructs Anator: 'Brother of mine, stay on my shoulder, hidden under my long hair. You can see using senses that I don't have. If someone or something approaches me that I'm not seeing, let me know telepathically, okay?'
After which, the tall adventuress hurries to reach Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk: "Here I am, boys!" and she looks around with curiosity while she waits for all her adventure companions to disembark.
To Dabbert Hahft, the best two days of a sea voyage are the first day, and the last day. The first day is when it's a new, fun experience. The last day is when you're getting out of the hellish confines of the ship and back to terra firma. He was dressed, armor on, pack ready as soon as they pulled into port.
"Here I am uh...boys!" Dabbert says as he makes his way toward the gangplank behind Khessa, his voice cheerier than usual as he tries to goad a laugh out of his friend.
Akkron descends down the gangplank leaning on his staff slightly. He is again disguised as an elderly mortal man by his hat of disguise.
"Yes, here I am,"he says. "I was expecting a lot more pirate attacks based on what the captain told us when we embarked... but I suppose I won't complain too much about an easy trip. Anyway, I don't think I need much more equipment right now, but I'll join anyone who wants to do some shopping. After all, if we are being hunted I would much rather a poisoned blade end up in my back than any of yours."
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No Akkron, we do not wish bad luck on ourselfs. I'd agree though, honestly. But it is good to save our energies for what is to come.
Olem is his normal self, no disguise, no excessive happyness. For him the time on the ship was neither terrible nor great. He spent most of the time either on deck enjoying the fresh air on below deck in his room.
Once everyone is together, Sir Sparhawk leads with Brother Maynard following right behind. The port has the same smell and feel of ports along the Sword Coast, though there are some different languages being spoken. It has the same hustle and bustle of a port time, hawkers out selling their wares along the street. Sparhawk was constantly scanning the crowd as he moved easily along the road, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He wound his way, then led you down an alley that came out just across a Inn with a stout wall around it.
Sparhawk went up and at a side door, rang a small bell and waited. It wasn't long until the door opened, and a stout stable hand looked out. When he stammered "My lord," Sparhawk shushed him. "Easy brother, remember who you are supposed to be." The stable hand looked sheepish and nodded his head. Sparhawk clapped him on the shoulder and leads you all into the walled area.
Inside was a good size stable yard, a small blacksmith shop, and a large two-story brick inn. Sparhawk headed to the stables while Brother Maynard headed to the Inn. "There are horses waiting for you in the stable," Sparhawk. "Find one that is suitable for you." Most of the horses appear to be light warhorses, all saddled and with saddle bags. Sparhawk heads over to a side stall, where a large roan colored warhorse is waiting. It nickers and shakes his head at Sparhawk. "I told you I would be away for a bit, but I am back now." The warhorse grunts again, until Sparhawk pulls an apple from a pocket and the horse then happily munched it.
Sparhawk led his warhorse out and strapped his gear to the back of the saddle. He strapped his great sword to the side of the saddle. Two of the stable hands bring a large black shield, and a lance for Sparhawk, bowing. "See to our guests, make sure their saddles are good and they are ready to ride."
Brother Maynard came out of the inn. "They are sending a falcon as we speak, to alert them we have arrived and are riding to Chyrellos." Sparhawk nodded as he strapped the shield to the other side of the saddle as he leaned the lance against the Warhorse's side. He mounted, and the horse grunted again. "You're getting soft Faran," Sparhawk mentions to the horse, "You'll be on the trail once again and see action, that will make you happy, eh?" The horse nickered and nodded its great head.
After Brother Maynard joined Sparhawk, and after making sure everyone was ready, led them through another side gate that opened onto a road that headed out towards the countryside and away from the port. Sparhawk, holding his lance vertically, set a steady pace as you rode away from the port town into the countryside. "Might as well change your sea legs into rider's legs, we have about two days of riding before we arrive at Chyrellos." Sparhawk calls out.
You spend your first night in the ruins of a large square tower. "We have to be careful now," Sparhawk explains, "Inns may have eyes and ears for the dark forces, or anyone who wants to stop us." The night was pleasant, a good water source, and the night passed uneventful. After breakfast in the morning, everyone remounts and once more Sparhawk leads the party back onto the road that is leading to Chyrellos.
You were rounding a curve, where an old windmill stood, when you get the sensation that you are being watched, and they had dark intent. Sparhawk's warhorse Faran stops and lets out a loud neighing sound. As Sparhawk turns his horse to see what spooked him, three dark arrows zip past him. From the abandoned windmill, figures are rising from their concealed positions. While hard to make out their form, from a distance, they appear almost like Drows. "Zemochs!" Sparhawk calls out.
"That uh...didn't take long." Dabbert said with what was a little short of a sigh, the name of his shield on the tip of his tongue as he reached for his halberd.
You see spreading out from the old wind mill 3 warriors charging at you with drawn scimitars. There is one off to the side who appears to be attempting to summon something. You feel a tingle of magic as another figure in black robes appear to be casting a spell, and one more with a hooded cloak is starting to shimmer as magical energy is beginning to envelop it.
Sparhhawk slams his visor down as Faran paws the air, then they charge forward as he lowers his lance and aims for one of the charging scimitar wielding warriors. Brother Maynard turns his horse, and draws up a light crossbow and fires a bolt at a charging warrior.
Sparhawk: Attack: 32 Damage: 16 He wheels around and prepares to charge again, his target stumbles and is at disadvantage
Maynard: Attack: 30 Damage: 11 His bolt strikes hard, spinning the warrior, he is at an disadvantage
So, they decided to show themselves already... most intriguing.
"Remember that we want at least one of them alive!"he exclaims, raising his staff up to cast a spell.
With words of power, Akkron casts hold person as a sixth-level spell. All five of the assailants must make a DC 21 Wis save or be paralyzed for as long as Akkron holds concentration (up to 1 minute).
If either of the casters successfully attempt to counterspell him, he will use his reaction to cast his own counterspell so that his casting is not interrupted. If that does not happen, he will instead use his reaction to cast silvery barbs on any Zemoch that makes the Wis save (prioritizing the spellcasters if more than one of the Zemochs makes its save) to force them to re-roll and take the lower result. If he ends up using Silvery Barbs, he will grant advantage to Dabbert's next roll.
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(OOC: I'll wait a moment to post Khessa's turn... she's the one who rolled the lowest initiative...)
Khessa's mind works frantically: three warriors. One tackled in melee by Sparhawk. Dabbert will do the same with another of the three.
Master Akkron has already unleashed his power against most of the attackers... hopefully giving priority to the spellcasters... Olem and Amanises will probably do the same - the spellcasters should so probably be taken care off...
Mal will probably range some target like Maynard did...
So the blonde arcane warrior thinks: 'Better then that I stop the third warrior...'
(OOC: Lol! "SIX FACES of DEATH"... Nice quest!)
Dab stands up and stretches, yawning as he steps off with Akkron.
"Yeah uh...probably. Maybe we'll all be bad at it and it won't matter then who is good." He says, giving himself a moment to think about what Akkron said about being heroic. "Not me. I'm just some guy with weird parents. Just some guy that happened to be there."
He shrugs again for punctuation, then goes off to find fishing equipment before handing a rod to Akkron.
"I uh...bait?"
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"These guys presumably brought some," Akkron says, referencing the cook and crewmen already at the railing with lines in the water. "...honestly though, if you don't qualify as a hero I don't know who does. After all, what is a hero but someone who takes on danger for the sake of others? The only person I can think of who might have a higher propensity for heroics is Khessa."
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You sail across the Endless Sea for a week, when the watch up in the crow's nest shout down "Land Ho!" Rising in the distance coming over the horizon, the greyish brown of Eosia is beginning to appear.
"We'll make Madel tomorrow morning," the captain stated. Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk who had been on the quarter deck with him nodded in thanks. They take the steps down from the quarterdeck and state, "By tomorrow we will be in Eosia, in the Port of Medal. From there we will travel up to Chyrellos to the cathedral where we can get news and updates about the Zemochs and what happened while we were away.
The following morning, with a pleasant breeze coming from the sea, you sail into the trade port of Madel. Several different varieties of sailing craft were in the harbor, from different size sailing ships to galleys and small craft. Your ship pulls into an empty dock, and the lines firmly secured holding the ship fast. Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk meet you on deck, "See to your gear and when you are ready, I will lead you to one of our safe locations where we have horses waiting."
Well, before sailing into the port:
Since Khessa had 6 more days to copy scrolls, she will try to copy 6 spells (rolling with advantage thanks to Akkron's help):
Arcana check to copy Spirit Shroud: 18
Arcana check to copy Resilient Sphere: 17
Arcana check to copy Faithful Hound: 21
Arcana check to copy Dream: 16
Arcana check to copy Modify Memory: 12
Arcana check to copy Charm Monster: 21
Khessa, excited, retrieves her backpack and is followed by the faithful construct Alfred, who remains behind her to cover her back.
Before disembarking, the blonde arcane warrior instructs Anator: 'Brother of mine, stay on my shoulder, hidden under my long hair. You can see using senses that I don't have. If someone or something approaches me that I'm not seeing, let me know telepathically, okay?'
After which, the tall adventuress hurries to reach Brother Maynard and Sir Sparhawk: "Here I am, boys!" and she looks around with curiosity while she waits for all her adventure companions to disembark.
To Dabbert Hahft, the best two days of a sea voyage are the first day, and the last day. The first day is when it's a new, fun experience. The last day is when you're getting out of the hellish confines of the ship and back to terra firma. He was dressed, armor on, pack ready as soon as they pulled into port.
"Here I am uh...boys!" Dabbert says as he makes his way toward the gangplank behind Khessa, his voice cheerier than usual as he tries to goad a laugh out of his friend.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Akkron descends down the gangplank leaning on his staff slightly. He is again disguised as an elderly mortal man by his hat of disguise.
"Yes, here I am," he says. "I was expecting a lot more pirate attacks based on what the captain told us when we embarked... but I suppose I won't complain too much about an easy trip. Anyway, I don't think I need much more equipment right now, but I'll join anyone who wants to do some shopping. After all, if we are being hunted I would much rather a poisoned blade end up in my back than any of yours."
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No Akkron, we do not wish bad luck on ourselfs. I'd agree though, honestly. But it is good to save our energies for what is to come.
Olem is his normal self, no disguise, no excessive happyness. For him the time on the ship was neither terrible nor great. He spent most of the time either on deck enjoying the fresh air on below deck in his room.
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All successful copies
Once everyone is together, Sir Sparhawk leads with Brother Maynard following right behind. The port has the same smell and feel of ports along the Sword Coast, though there are some different languages being spoken. It has the same hustle and bustle of a port time, hawkers out selling their wares along the street. Sparhawk was constantly scanning the crowd as he moved easily along the road, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He wound his way, then led you down an alley that came out just across a Inn with a stout wall around it.
Sparhawk went up and at a side door, rang a small bell and waited. It wasn't long until the door opened, and a stout stable hand looked out. When he stammered "My lord," Sparhawk shushed him. "Easy brother, remember who you are supposed to be." The stable hand looked sheepish and nodded his head. Sparhawk clapped him on the shoulder and leads you all into the walled area.
Inside was a good size stable yard, a small blacksmith shop, and a large two-story brick inn. Sparhawk headed to the stables while Brother Maynard headed to the Inn. "There are horses waiting for you in the stable," Sparhawk. "Find one that is suitable for you." Most of the horses appear to be light warhorses, all saddled and with saddle bags. Sparhawk heads over to a side stall, where a large roan colored warhorse is waiting. It nickers and shakes his head at Sparhawk. "I told you I would be away for a bit, but I am back now." The warhorse grunts again, until Sparhawk pulls an apple from a pocket and the horse then happily munched it.
Sparhawk led his warhorse out and strapped his gear to the back of the saddle. He strapped his great sword to the side of the saddle. Two of the stable hands bring a large black shield, and a lance for Sparhawk, bowing. "See to our guests, make sure their saddles are good and they are ready to ride."
Brother Maynard came out of the inn. "They are sending a falcon as we speak, to alert them we have arrived and are riding to Chyrellos." Sparhawk nodded as he strapped the shield to the other side of the saddle as he leaned the lance against the Warhorse's side. He mounted, and the horse grunted again. "You're getting soft Faran," Sparhawk mentions to the horse, "You'll be on the trail once again and see action, that will make you happy, eh?" The horse nickered and nodded its great head.
After Brother Maynard joined Sparhawk, and after making sure everyone was ready, led them through another side gate that opened onto a road that headed out towards the countryside and away from the port. Sparhawk, holding his lance vertically, set a steady pace as you rode away from the port town into the countryside. "Might as well change your sea legs into rider's legs, we have about two days of riding before we arrive at Chyrellos." Sparhawk calls out.
You spend your first night in the ruins of a large square tower. "We have to be careful now," Sparhawk explains, "Inns may have eyes and ears for the dark forces, or anyone who wants to stop us." The night was pleasant, a good water source, and the night passed uneventful. After breakfast in the morning, everyone remounts and once more Sparhawk leads the party back onto the road that is leading to Chyrellos.
You were rounding a curve, where an old windmill stood, when you get the sensation that you are being watched, and they had dark intent. Sparhawk's warhorse Faran stops and lets out a loud neighing sound. As Sparhawk turns his horse to see what spooked him, three dark arrows zip past him. From the abandoned windmill, figures are rising from their concealed positions. While hard to make out their form, from a distance, they appear almost like Drows. "Zemochs!" Sparhawk calls out.
Roll initiative please
Akkron Initiative: 16 (rolled in game log)
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Khessa's Initiative: 6
'It's not so much important who starts a fight...' thinks Khessa, while she studies the situation '...but who finishes it!'
(OOC: How far are the windmill and the attackers?)
"That uh...didn't take long." Dabbert said with what was a little short of a sigh, the name of his shield on the tip of his tongue as he reached for his halberd.
Dabbert Initiative: 14 (rolled in game log)
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
You see spreading out from the old wind mill 3 warriors charging at you with drawn scimitars. There is one off to the side who appears to be attempting to summon something. You feel a tingle of magic as another figure in black robes appear to be casting a spell, and one more with a hooded cloak is starting to shimmer as magical energy is beginning to envelop it.
Sparhhawk slams his visor down as Faran paws the air, then they charge forward as he lowers his lance and aims for one of the charging scimitar wielding warriors. Brother Maynard turns his horse, and draws up a light crossbow and fires a bolt at a charging warrior.
Sparhawk: Attack: 32 Damage: 16 He wheels around and prepares to charge again, his target stumbles and is at disadvantage
Maynard: Attack: 30 Damage: 11 His bolt strikes hard, spinning the warrior, he is at an disadvantage
So, they decided to show themselves already... most intriguing.
"Remember that we want at least one of them alive!" he exclaims, raising his staff up to cast a spell.
With words of power, Akkron casts hold person as a sixth-level spell. All five of the assailants must make a DC 21 Wis save or be paralyzed for as long as Akkron holds concentration (up to 1 minute).
If either of the casters successfully attempt to counterspell him, he will use his reaction to cast his own counterspell so that his casting is not interrupted. If that does not happen, he will instead use his reaction to cast silvery barbs on any Zemoch that makes the Wis save (prioritizing the spellcasters if more than one of the Zemochs makes its save) to force them to re-roll and take the lower result. If he ends up using Silvery Barbs, he will grant advantage to Dabbert's next roll.
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(OOC: I'll wait a moment to post Khessa's turn... she's the one who rolled the lowest initiative...)
Khessa's mind works frantically: three warriors. One tackled in melee by Sparhawk. Dabbert will do the same with another of the three.
Master Akkron has already unleashed his power against most of the attackers... hopefully giving priority to the spellcasters... Olem and Amanises will probably do the same - the spellcasters should so probably be taken care off...
Mal will probably range some target like Maynard did...
So the blonde arcane warrior thinks: 'Better then that I stop the third warrior...'