Your ship has just docked at the seaport in Newlock town, a small village on the coast of the small island of Sealock. Your captain, Aaron Shoalborn, says to you, "Welp, here we are! Y'all can head out to town to restock or deal with any business you may have. Now, make sure to be back here by sundown, lest we leave you behind!"
You guys can shop for stuff now, or just explore the town
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Eirith grins at the captain from the crows nest, and shouts down to the rest of the crew: "Hey! I'm gonna go spend some time at the tavern. If anyone wants to join me, try and keep up!" And with that, she dives off, spreading her wings as she soars to the tavern
(BTDubs I can't join the campaign because I'm part of the Content Campaigns of Chaos for all my characters, sad hours)
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Murf ambles down the gangplank and makes his way to the tavern. He watches his crewmate's flight until he loses sight of Eirith due to the angle of the buildings near him. Pondering briefly what it must be like to fly Murf turns a corner and continues on focusing his attention back on where he's going, remembering that those who are earthbound must navigate all sorts of obstacles that those who fly don't have to worry about.
"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Ocean looks the world about before rushing towards the tavern, checking their location. Ocean than nods and replies: "Sure. What ales ya think they have there?" The dragonborn seems to understand where they are going with the few seconds of watching they did; well, not really watching: closing their eyes and listening.
"Not sure but I hope Eirith doesn't drink the place dry, they're probably already there, must be nice being able to fly."
Murf hurries along beside the dragonborn feeling better that he'll have some friends for company instead of having to drink alone.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Eirith is going to use her Charlatan's Dice to win a lot at dice games and earn some money.
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He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Jodak took in all of his surroundings. He breathed in the salty air mixed with smells of the town, the fresh baked bread straight from the oven, the hot metal and coals from the smithy.
"Smells like fun" He said as much to himself as to anyone around.
Just then Eirith flew overhead headed to the tavern. "See you there soon!" Then he headed down toward the town trailing a bit behind Murph and Ocean.
Yuno steps out from below deck and does a little stretch. She says, voice rough and cruel, "I started getting real tired of dried rations and sea food. Might as well take this time to have some actual good food." She's going to head to the tavern with the others to grab some food and to also make sure she's there in case there's trouble. Mainly because if the crew gets into some kind of a fight, she doesn't want to miss the chance to slice and dice some people.
"Hey Ocean, I hope some of the landlubbers have fat coin purses and bad luck in dice."
Murf rubs his hands together in excited anticipation of the fun he's expecting to have.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Soveliss walks off the ship with the notebook full of his sketches of inventions and ship designs. As the others make plans to head to the tavern, he adds: "I'll take a quick walk around the port first, see if any of the boats around have anything worth a quick sketch. But I'll be sure to join you in a bit." You know he's always on the lookout for interesting ship features and useful materials.
On his way down to the tavern and as he approached he slowed his steps, unsure of what he was about to do. He pulled a small box out of his backpack and opened it. It contained his dagger and a note.
He began to read the note again.
Dear Mother, this letter should have been sent a while back but I want you to know that I am doing well. I have sent this dagger to you. It's named ‘Shark Tooth’. I have acquired some magical connection to the dagger. So once this reaches you put it up in a special place. At some point I will call the dagger back to me and it will disappear, then you will know I am still safe. I hope to return someday but I cannot now.
He stopped reading there but the letter continues on with what he has been upto generally. Then he thought of his family and how this might affect them. His leaving must have been hard but he knew they were strong. Hopefully some news of him would be good.
With his resolve restored he headed into the tavern. He saw Eirith, Ocean, & Murph had already arrived and were…..
Ignoring them and everyone else for the moment he walked up to the bartender. He sat down a the bar, waited for the bartender to approach, and then asked “I need send this box back to my family, the Kor family. They live in a small farming village called Torin right at the base of the mountains. Do you know anyone who could send it safely?”
On his way down to the tavern and as he approached he slowed his steps, unsure of what he was about to do. He pulled a small box out of his backpack and opened it. It contained his dagger and a note.
He began to read the note again.
Dear Mother, this letter should have been sent a while back but I want you to know that I am doing well. I have sent this dagger to you. It's named ‘Shark Tooth’. I have acquired some magical connection to the dagger. So once this reaches you put it up in a special place. At some point I will call the dagger back to me and it will disappear, then you will know I am still safe. I hope to return someday but I cannot now.
He stopped reading there but the letter continues on with what he has been upto generally. Then he thought of his family and how this might affect them. His leaving must have been hard but he knew they were strong. Hopefully some news of him would be good.
With his resolve restored he headed into the tavern. He saw Eirith, Ocean, & Murph had already arrived and were…..
Ignoring them and everyone else for the moment he walked up to the bartender. He sat down a the bar, waited for the bartender to approach, and then asked “I need send this box back to my family, the Kor family. They live in a small farming village called Torin right at the base of the mountains. Do you know anyone who could send it safely?”
The bartender looks at you for a second, and says "...yyyyeeah. I think I know someone, but it's a bit far away. A small bit north from here, along the coast of the island of Highport there's a delivery company that delivers all the way up to the northern peaks. I bet they could deliver it for you. Now, what would you like to drink?"
For the many other people going to the tavern, when you enter, you see a full tavern, with only a few seats open at the bar, and one or two at various tables. When you sit down, you can see the menu on the wall:
Additionally, you can see a group of people deep into a round of Triple ships, a popular dice game in this area. You can see from where you are that there's about 25 gold pieces in the pot when an elf rolls triple fives, winning the round. The players begin to place their bets into the pot, when the elf smirks before placing down a platinum piece. Before long, the pot has about 40 gold pieces worth of coins.
You guys can order food, join the game of Triple Ships, or anything else you want!
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
"Man I was sick of eating dried rations." Yuno slaps down coins on the table. She orders, "Get me some fresh juice and the Chef's Choice! No alcohol though." As she waits for her food she decides to keep an eye on the dice game, especially since she knows Eirith is looking to scam some people with the trick dice. Yuno snickers to herself at the thought. Yuno's senses were sharp... among the sharpest in the crew, though that was mainly due to her uncanny sense of smell. It won't hurt to be on the look out for any trouble the rest of the crew might get into.
Murf finds a seat and flags down someone to take his order.
"Could I get a steak, well done, and a Magus brew?"
He figures it's best to get a meal in your gut early because you never know what might happen later.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
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Your ship has just docked at the seaport in Newlock town, a small village on the coast of the small island of Sealock. Your captain, Aaron Shoalborn, says to you, "Welp, here we are! Y'all can head out to town to restock or deal with any business you may have. Now, make sure to be back here by sundown, lest we leave you behind!"
You guys can shop for stuff now, or just explore the town
Certified lover boy, certified dungeon master. WOP WOP WOP WOP!
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Eirith grins at the captain from the crows nest, and shouts down to the rest of the crew: "Hey! I'm gonna go spend some time at the tavern. If anyone wants to join me, try and keep up!" And with that, she dives off, spreading her wings as she soars to the tavern
(BTDubs I can't join the campaign because I'm part of the Content Campaigns of Chaos for all my characters, sad hours)
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Ocean holds their book, rope, tools, and bedroll before wandering off to see the sights of where they are. (Have HW today)
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Wait I'm done HW!!!! AJNAJMAMJ*
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Aaaand gtg...*
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Murf ambles down the gangplank and makes his way to the tavern. He watches his crewmate's flight until he loses sight of Eirith due to the angle of the buildings near him. Pondering briefly what it must be like to fly Murf turns a corner and continues on focusing his attention back on where he's going, remembering that those who are earthbound must navigate all sorts of obstacles that those who fly don't have to worry about.
"Hey Ocean, you gonna join us at the tavern?"
Ocean looks the world about before rushing towards the tavern, checking their location. Ocean than nods and replies: "Sure. What ales ya think they have there?" The dragonborn seems to understand where they are going with the few seconds of watching they did; well, not really watching: closing their eyes and listening.
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Not sure but I hope Eirith doesn't drink the place dry, they're probably already there, must be nice being able to fly."
Murf hurries along beside the dragonborn feeling better that he'll have some friends for company instead of having to drink alone.
Eirith is going to use her Charlatan's Dice to win a lot at dice games and earn some money.
He/Him. I am the DM, you are the player. You make the mistakes and I decide the consequences. Now, with that being said - Are you SURE you want to cast Fireball?
Jodak took in all of his surroundings. He breathed in the salty air mixed with smells of the town, the fresh baked bread straight from the oven, the hot metal and coals from the smithy.
"Smells like fun" He said as much to himself as to anyone around.
Just then Eirith flew overhead headed to the tavern. "See you there soon!" Then he headed down toward the town trailing a bit behind Murph and Ocean.
Yuno steps out from below deck and does a little stretch. She says, voice rough and cruel, "I started getting real tired of dried rations and sea food. Might as well take this time to have some actual good food." She's going to head to the tavern with the others to grab some food and to also make sure she's there in case there's trouble. Mainly because if the crew gets into some kind of a fight, she doesn't want to miss the chance to slice and dice some people.
"Hey Ocean, I hope some of the landlubbers have fat coin purses and bad luck in dice."
Murf rubs his hands together in excited anticipation of the fun he's expecting to have.
"I hope they have that bad dice luck and bad card luck"
Ocean smiles and continues to walk to the tavern with Murf
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Soveliss walks off the ship with the notebook full of his sketches of inventions and ship designs. As the others make plans to head to the tavern, he adds: "I'll take a quick walk around the port first, see if any of the boats around have anything worth a quick sketch. But I'll be sure to join you in a bit." You know he's always on the lookout for interesting ship features and useful materials.
Nothing interests me, so I stay by the ship.
Gulpmissile Day on Feb. 15 every year. (Now with Gulp in the world of lurkers.)
Alex’s Forms, Google Doc. Alex = My Book Character.
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On his way down to the tavern and as he approached he slowed his steps, unsure of what he was about to do. He pulled a small box out of his backpack and opened it. It contained his dagger and a note.
He began to read the note again.
Dear Mother, this letter should have been sent a while back but I want you to know that I am doing well. I have sent this dagger to you. It's named ‘Shark Tooth’. I have acquired some magical connection to the dagger. So once this reaches you put it up in a special place. At some point I will call the dagger back to me and it will disappear, then you will know I am still safe. I hope to return someday but I cannot now.
He stopped reading there but the letter continues on with what he has been upto generally. Then he thought of his family and how this might affect them. His leaving must have been hard but he knew they were strong. Hopefully some news of him would be good.
With his resolve restored he headed into the tavern. He saw Eirith, Ocean, & Murph had already arrived and were…..
Ignoring them and everyone else for the moment he walked up to the bartender. He sat down a the bar, waited for the bartender to approach, and then asked “I need send this box back to my family, the Kor family. They live in a small farming village called Torin right at the base of the mountains. Do you know anyone who could send it safely?”
The bartender looks at you for a second, and says "...yyyyeeah. I think I know someone, but it's a bit far away. A small bit north from here, along the coast of the island of Highport there's a delivery company that delivers all the way up to the northern peaks. I bet they could deliver it for you. Now, what would you like to drink?"
For the many other people going to the tavern, when you enter, you see a full tavern, with only a few seats open at the bar, and one or two at various tables. When you sit down, you can see the menu on the wall:
Drinks: Ale- 2 coppers, Wine bottle- 1 silver, beer- 4 coppers fresh juice- 1 copper, Magus brew- 2 silvers, water- 1 copper. Food: Beef stew- 5 coppers, Lobster stew- 8 copper, Clams- 6 copper, Steak- 1 silver, Chef's choice- 1 silver.
Additionally, you can see a group of people deep into a round of Triple ships, a popular dice game in this area. You can see from where you are that there's about 25 gold pieces in the pot when an elf rolls triple fives, winning the round. The players begin to place their bets into the pot, when the elf smirks before placing down a platinum piece. Before long, the pot has about 40 gold pieces worth of coins.
You guys can order food, join the game of Triple Ships, or anything else you want!
Certified lover boy, certified dungeon master. WOP WOP WOP WOP!
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
"Man I was sick of eating dried rations." Yuno slaps down coins on the table. She orders, "Get me some fresh juice and the Chef's Choice! No alcohol though." As she waits for her food she decides to keep an eye on the dice game, especially since she knows Eirith is looking to scam some people with the trick dice. Yuno snickers to herself at the thought. Yuno's senses were sharp... among the sharpest in the crew, though that was mainly due to her uncanny sense of smell. It won't hurt to be on the look out for any trouble the rest of the crew might get into.
Murf finds a seat and flags down someone to take his order.
"Could I get a steak, well done, and a Magus brew?"
He figures it's best to get a meal in your gut early because you never know what might happen later.
Ocean looks to the menu, reading it over, before turning to the barkeep
"May I please have a rare steak? And may I please also have an ale?"
Ocean than turns to the Triple Ships game, joining
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.