OOC: Damn, had I known that Chetin could heal over 66% of Friedrych's health, I would have held off on using a healing potion. Well, no use crying over spilled healing juice ^^ Were we using the milestone progress or EXP? In case of the latter, how much does the bullywug encounter yield?
Friedrych follows the group towards the resting spot. In his hand he is holding the blade scavenged from the bullywug leader in a reverse-grip, the blade pointing towards the ground and away from any fleshy parts. Luthollal is lazily hovering next to him, the adrenaline from the encounter having ebbed away, and both of them are content with shuffling towards a soft spot to sit.
As healing energy surges out from Chetin, permeating the group and lifting the pain from the group, Friedrych notices that his puncture wound and burned flesh knits back together and smooths over until the skin is whole again. 'Thanks, Chetin.' He gives the Aasimar a broad smile. 'Appreciate it.'
While the others settle down to take their rest, Friedrych sits down cross-legged onto a soft patch of earth. Luthollal drops herself into his lap, sitting down in a similar manner and happily waving from side to side. Friedrych carefully lays the blade in front of him so the both of them can have a better look at it.
While the group rests, Mr. Migello takes out a pack of fresh sandwiches he bought from the inn before leaving, passing some out to the others. "So, I'm not sure if everyone saw, but I'm pretty sure that frog man on the toad threw small fireballs."
Friedrych takes some of the food offered to him. 'Much obliged, sir.' He says as he breaks a sandwich in two and hands half of it to Luthollal. As she happily munches on the bread, Friedrych turns his attention back to the blade in front of him.
Thanking him for the food, she plops down against a wheel, sleepily, and she says, "What, you've never seen frogs spew fireballs? To be honest, I didn't notice. Or hear."
"Yeah I didn't see the fire spit, was being jumped on by several of the smaller ones." Borg replies. "So how are people feeling? Everyones wounds healed up?" She asks looking to the group.
'The bullywug leader,' Friedrych remarks without looking up, 'used this to throw fire.' He picks up the blade to hold it at eye level. 'I'm kind of curious as to how a frogman got its grubby hands on a magic sword.' He gently perches the blade on his knees, almost making it look like he is meditating, enthusiastic Imp munching on a sandwich not withstanding. 'But we killed him and pulled the sword out of the swamp. According to ancient laws,'His eyes twinkle as he chuckles, 'that makes us king and queen of the swamplands.'
'Yay, royalty!'Luthollal cheers inbetween bites. 'Instead of a frogman, they would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!' Luthollal momentarily lets the (imaginary) power go to her head, though the image is somewhat dampened by the remnants of breadcrumbs and egg salad sticking to the corners of her mouth, before going back to munch on her sandwich. 'And I'm sure you'd be a fair and just ruler beloved by all.' Friedrych grins as he pats her head.
Mechanics - Friedrych will spend the short rest examining the magic blade.
From the DMG: Alternatively, a character can focus on one magic item during a short rest, while being in physical contact with the item. At the end of the rest, the character learns the item’s properties, as well as how to use them.
OOC: This is a milestone adventure, so no worry about tracking xp. As for identifying magic items, I'll generally be having Identify as the main source of being able to tell what a magic item is. The optional rule basically means that spell effectively has zero use except if you really need to know what the magic item is in a hurry. However, I generally work it like below.
Friedrych spends some time looking over the shortsword that he has claimed as a trophy. There appears to be shallow patterns of flames etched along the blade and the elvish word for flame engraved onto the pommel. It appears to be an attunable item should he wish to learn to activate its abilities.
"Regardless," Mr. Migello replies. "You all did a good job of protecting my wares. Let's hope the ones that got away don't try and come back in greater numbers."
"They might but I think finding a new leader and giant toad will be on the top of that list, they may try again but we will fight them off just lile before." Borg says, giving a smile. "We wouldn't be the curse Crimson fangs if things were easy for us, hopefully if we do well and you are satisfied with how we performed then you will have good things to say and the seven saints and the Crimson fangs they bare."
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"They might but I think finding a new leader and giant toad will be on the top of that list, they may try again but we will fight them off just lile before." Borg says, giving a smile. "We wouldn't be the curse Crimson fangs if things were easy for us, hopefully if we do well and you are satisfied with how we performed then you will have good things to say and the seven saints and the Crimson fangs they bare."
Luthollal, having finished most of her sandwich by now, looks up from her seat. 'Are we really cursed?' She asks with a slightly worried stare. 'You and I are cursed to be together.' Friedrych replies with a scratch behind her ear. 'Don't know 'bout the rest though.' Luthollal lifts her chin up. 'Then I don't mind being cursed.' She smiles.
The remaining time of the rest, Friedrych spends in quiet contemplation as he familiarises himself with the shortsword. When he feels he has got a handle on it, he stands up and addresses the group. 'We good to go then?' He asks them.
Crispy finishes her sandwhich and looks at Fredrych. Her gaze alternates between him and his...pet. It’s a mostly neutral look, hard to read, but a mixture of..distrust? Annoyance? Animosity? Probably not, It’s so subtle. She lets out a loud, long, wet burp and blows it in their direction, moving her head slightly back and forth between them as to make sure both of them get wind of it.
Borg sighs and shakes her head. "We will see if the curse continues when we return to the guild hall. So far we have had a member of the fangs leave before we really even set off on our first quest, then a member that joined up left after our first mission. That is who you replaced Friedrych, so we will see if we can go a mission without losing a member." Borg stands up and taps Crispy on the shoulder gently. "Wow, nice one there chick, lets get a move on."
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Mr Migello begins to get up from his spot. "Well folks, think it's time we get a moving. There's a spot a few miles south that should be defensible enough to stay the night. Hopefully less of those frog men..."
OOC: Ah, DM rolls without any context. Ominous ^^ So what does attuning to the shortsword yield?
Friedrych once more takes his spot next to Mr. Migello on the front of the cart. He has temporarily wrapped the blade in cloth and tucked it behind his belt like a makeshift scabbard.
(OOC: I mentioned it in the PM thread rather than on here. Well I'm back now and will be catching up on all of the threads I can.)
Mr. Migello gets the horses tethered up to his wagon again. As the group hops aboard again, there is a mild hissing noise that comes from around the group. The group then sees about two dozen green scaled humanoids with clubs, bows, and shields readied. They seem to have caught the group initially unawares as one steps forward and points to Friedrych.
"You... you have blade." It says in badly hissed common, pointing to the [Tooltip Not Found]. "Come... You come..."
"Oh for ****S-" Crispy whispers and looks around, this time, they were completely outnumbered. "Welp, nice knowing ya, Fredrych." She said, nearly kicking him off the cart in the direction of the speaking lizardmen.
Akaas stands, places a hand on Friedrych's shoulder, and smiles at the lizardman who spoke. "Greetings," the ancient halfling says in a calm voice. He bows low toward the creature. "I am Master Akaas of the Monastery of the White Lady in Adonaselune. Is there some how we may assist you?"
The lizardfolk steps forward, their weapon, a spear, lowered. "Human has sword..." The lizardfolk points the spear (gesturing, rather than threateningly) "Mean he killed bullywug champion Ribberach." There are some lizardlike hisses from the other lizardfolk. "Him come, speak with elder."
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Crispy smiles at Borg and Akaas, glad they're both ok. "Yeth, pleathe."
OOC: Damn, had I known that Chetin could heal over 66% of Friedrych's health, I would have held off on using a healing potion. Well, no use crying over spilled healing juice ^^
Were we using the milestone progress or EXP? In case of the latter, how much does the bullywug encounter yield?
Friedrych follows the group towards the resting spot. In his hand he is holding the blade scavenged from the bullywug leader in a reverse-grip, the blade pointing towards the ground and away from any fleshy parts. Luthollal is lazily hovering next to him, the adrenaline from the encounter having ebbed away, and both of them are content with shuffling towards a soft spot to sit.
As healing energy surges out from Chetin, permeating the group and lifting the pain from the group, Friedrych notices that his puncture wound and burned flesh knits back together and smooths over until the skin is whole again. 'Thanks, Chetin.' He gives the Aasimar a broad smile. 'Appreciate it.'
While the others settle down to take their rest, Friedrych sits down cross-legged onto a soft patch of earth. Luthollal drops herself into his lap, sitting down in a similar manner and happily waving from side to side. Friedrych carefully lays the blade in front of him so the both of them can have a better look at it.
Friedrych takes some of the food offered to him. 'Much obliged, sir.' He says as he breaks a sandwich in two and hands half of it to Luthollal. As she happily munches on the bread, Friedrych turns his attention back to the blade in front of him.
'The bullywug leader,' Friedrych remarks without looking up, 'used this to throw fire.' He picks up the blade to hold it at eye level. 'I'm kind of curious as to how a frogman got its grubby hands on a magic sword.' He gently perches the blade on his knees, almost making it look like he is meditating, enthusiastic Imp munching on a sandwich not withstanding. 'But we killed him and pulled the sword out of the swamp. According to ancient laws,' His eyes twinkle as he chuckles, 'that makes us king and queen of the swamplands.'
'Yay, royalty!' Luthollal cheers inbetween bites. 'Instead of a frogman, they would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!' Luthollal momentarily lets the (imaginary) power go to her head, though the image is somewhat dampened by the remnants of breadcrumbs and egg salad sticking to the corners of her mouth, before going back to munch on her sandwich. 'And I'm sure you'd be a fair and just ruler beloved by all.' Friedrych grins as he pats her head.
Mechanics
- Friedrych will spend the short rest examining the magic blade.
From the DMG:
Alternatively, a character can focus on one magic item during a short rest, while being in physical contact with the item. At the end of the rest, the character learns the item’s properties, as well as how to use them.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
OOC: This is a milestone adventure, so no worry about tracking xp. As for identifying magic items, I'll generally be having Identify as the main source of being able to tell what a magic item is. The optional rule basically means that spell effectively has zero use except if you really need to know what the magic item is in a hurry. However, I generally work it like below.
Friedrych spends some time looking over the shortsword that he has claimed as a trophy. There appears to be shallow patterns of flames etched along the blade and the elvish word for flame engraved onto the pommel. It appears to be an attunable item should he wish to learn to activate its abilities.
"Regardless," Mr. Migello replies. "You all did a good job of protecting my wares. Let's hope the ones that got away don't try and come back in greater numbers."
"They might but I think finding a new leader and giant toad will be on the top of that list, they may try again but we will fight them off just lile before." Borg says, giving a smile. "We wouldn't be the curse Crimson fangs if things were easy for us, hopefully if we do well and you are satisfied with how we performed then you will have good things to say and the seven saints and the Crimson fangs they bare."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
OOC: then Friedrych will spend the short rest attuning to the shortsword, if only for research purposes.
Luthollal, having finished most of her sandwich by now, looks up from her seat. 'Are we really cursed?' She asks with a slightly worried stare. 'You and I are cursed to be together.' Friedrych replies with a scratch behind her ear. 'Don't know 'bout the rest though.' Luthollal lifts her chin up. 'Then I don't mind being cursed.' She smiles.
The remaining time of the rest, Friedrych spends in quiet contemplation as he familiarises himself with the shortsword. When he feels he has got a handle on it, he stands up and addresses the group. 'We good to go then?' He asks them.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Crispy finishes her sandwhich and looks at Fredrych. Her gaze alternates between him and his...pet. It’s a mostly neutral look, hard to read, but a mixture of..distrust? Annoyance? Animosity? Probably not, It’s so subtle. She lets out a loud, long, wet burp and blows it in their direction, moving her head slightly back and forth between them as to make sure both of them get wind of it.
”Now, im ready.”
Borg sighs and shakes her head. "We will see if the curse continues when we return to the guild hall. So far we have had a member of the fangs leave before we really even set off on our first quest, then a member that joined up left after our first mission. That is who you replaced Friedrych, so we will see if we can go a mission without losing a member." Borg stands up and taps Crispy on the shoulder gently. "Wow, nice one there chick, lets get a move on."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy snorts in a quick laugh and gets back on the cart facing the rear next to B Girl.
Mr Migello begins to get up from his spot. "Well folks, think it's time we get a moving. There's a spot a few miles south that should be defensible enough to stay the night. Hopefully less of those frog men..."
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Akaas climbs aboard.
OOC: Ah, DM rolls without any context. Ominous ^^
So what does attuning to the shortsword yield?
Friedrych once more takes his spot next to Mr. Migello on the front of the cart. He has temporarily wrapped the blade in cloth and tucked it behind his belt like a makeshift scabbard.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Friedrych attunes to the shortsword and discovers the word spoken activates the flame tongue.
OOC: Sweet ^^
So does anything happen while we're on the road again or do we fast-forward?
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Is Poke out of town or something? I think he is.
OOC: Yeah, he said it would either be Monday night or Tuesday before he could post.
(OOC: I mentioned it in the PM thread rather than on here. Well I'm back now and will be catching up on all of the threads I can.)
Mr. Migello gets the horses tethered up to his wagon again. As the group hops aboard again, there is a mild hissing noise that comes from around the group. The group then sees about two dozen green scaled humanoids with clubs, bows, and shields readied. They seem to have caught the group initially unawares as one steps forward and points to Friedrych.
"You... you have blade." It says in badly hissed common, pointing to the [Tooltip Not Found]. "Come... You come..."
"Oh for ****S-" Crispy whispers and looks around, this time, they were completely outnumbered. "Welp, nice knowing ya, Fredrych." She said, nearly kicking him off the cart in the direction of the speaking lizardmen.
Akaas stands, places a hand on Friedrych's shoulder, and smiles at the lizardman who spoke. "Greetings," the ancient halfling says in a calm voice. He bows low toward the creature. "I am Master Akaas of the Monastery of the White Lady in Adonaselune. Is there some how we may assist you?"
"I like my idea better.." Crispy mumbles under her breath.
The lizardfolk steps forward, their weapon, a spear, lowered. "Human has sword..." The lizardfolk points the spear (gesturing, rather than threateningly) "Mean he killed bullywug champion Ribberach." There are some lizardlike hisses from the other lizardfolk. "Him come, speak with elder."