It began in your home world. You were wandering around the streets, doing as you do. Possibly you are a merchant, a sailor, a warrior, someone just trying to get by, or something else. But it happened, you saw the crystals rain from space into your world and you saw them grow. They tore apart your mostly peaceful coastal community, those space vines.
Text from the book:
Rules:
Be kind
Respect others
Have fun
Wildspace gear:
In addition to more hit points, class features, and spells, each character has normal starting equipment plus 625 gp to spend on additional nonmagical gear. If you’re running a high magic campaign, each character also gains one uncommon magic item of the player’s choice, subject to your approval.
*I got this set for my birthday really like the story*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*I got this set for my birthday really like the story*
*Ok but please don't go on 'Private' 'Closed' PBP threads. IK ur new here and you don't know that much about the pbp rules, so it's okay to make a mistake*
“Valkur’s Grace!” says Flyte Star-Sky, an Air Genasi, with long, braided locks of hair. His pale eyes track the growing crystal. The last several nights of falling stars had been beautiful, and ever the optimist, Flyte had scoffed at the apocalyptic imaginations of other more superstitious sailors.
It looked like he might have to eat his words.
When the other sailor, not one he’d seen before, offers their ship, Flyte — eyes wide and panicked — can do little more than step towards them in fear, the earth shaking under his feet.
“Get me back on the sea and in the open air,” he says, knees shaking. “I’ll follow!”
Past several nights have looked like the world is ending from a distance. Tonight's spectacle is too close! Having made his way to the coast by following a curious trio of gnomes that rebuke him every chance at conversation. Dashing in his green House Sivis uniform, theirs was textiles he had never seen before. Having lost them upon entering the coastal town, he been making his way toward the docks in hopes of spotting them again.
While looking for the curious gnomes, Horace spots a calligraphy shop with endless colors of prepared inks and dyes in the window. !Stepping In! Eureka! It also has all the raw materials for making inks. Haggling for the materials and getting a great deal, Horace leaves quite satisfied.
A crystalline vine appears close by as he is leaving. Instinct for survival puts him on the heels of a sailor. An air genasi's words carry weight, as he turns from the growing crystal to follow the group.
Most people go to where you point them to, and try to get to here ship, charging ahead. Unfortunately, there is a red-haired man sneering man, and a group of people that he leads, all of whom trying to stop the others. As people charge forward and attempt to get on a galleon and two longships, they are hit by the man. Every one of you that goes forth sees the captain who just ran away, and watch as the gang unloads their cargo. The captain waves to you; “Glad to see you again,” she says with a smile. “I’m Captain Elaina Sartell, and one of those ships is mine. Pity I can’t reach it. Would you be good enough to help me? I promise to return the favor.”
(OOC; sorry, I'm trying to understand. The redhead & crew are blocking people from going to the ships. While people are unloading cargo. Are the same people blocking and unloading? Or is one crew fighting and another unloading?)
"Tell me which crew is yours and I'll put the fear of the Goddess into the rest!"
(OOC; sorry, I'm trying to understand. The redhead & crew are blocking people from going to the ships. While people are unloading cargo. Are the same people blocking and unloading? Or is one crew fighting and another unloading?)
"Tell me which crew is yours and I'll put the fear of the Goddess into the rest!"
(The same crew is blocking and unloading. Sorry that I didn't explain it that well)
She nods a bit, before stating her next words "My crew is currently away. Only one member remains onboard. The fools with the clubs are a member of Traevus's gang, and the red-haired one commanding them is Traevus." When you mention her crew, Traevus says something to some of his gang members and they walk over to Captain Sartell, holding their clubs.
Flyte grimaces. “I’ve heard that name among the dock-workers. A vicious piece of work but not a stupid one. We either go through him or we make a deal with him…” Flyte looks at the assembled party. “For a ship that size we’re going to need more than just us and your one crewman.”
(Luz wants to cast a Fireball to get their attention. Is there a 20 ft sphere over their heads that's free of people, goods, sails & rigging etc. so she can cast it without harming anyone or setting anything on fire?)
(Luz wants to cast a Fireball to get their attention. Is there a 20 ft sphere over their heads that's free of people, goods, sails & rigging etc. so she can cast it without harming anyone or setting anything on fire?)
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"Attention teamsters! Your unloading the wrong ship! Everything not nailed down is supposed to be loaded onto that ship!" yells Horace in a command voice waving his arms "Contracts people, contracts! I'm looking for Traevus, I hear he is the shot caller around here. You sir!" Pointing at Traevus "You Sir, have the bearing of the man I'm looking for! Everyone else get back to loading, clear this dock, load everything into the holds and I'll reward each man personally with a piece of gold!"
"The houses frown on these kinds of mix ups! Bad things, very bad things. Get the ship ready and I will leave this foul up out of the reports. We must make haste, let's make my report glowing praise on your team's speed and order."
Action: Deception 7
Trying to fast talk getting the ship loaded with every box and parcel the hoist can reach? Fast talk and guile to avoid a fight make them think they have a contract. Plan B always have a plan b. Let me stroke my beard to cover it from a fireball
Traevus nods and six gang members walk forth, just not a meter away from all of you. Two of the approaching threats are the members that Horace pacified. They grip their clubs, smiling as they bounce the bloodstained weapons back and forth a slight bit. Roll initiative.
It began in your home world. You were wandering around the streets, doing as you do. Possibly you are a merchant, a sailor, a warrior, someone just trying to get by, or something else. But it happened, you saw the crystals rain from space into your world and you saw them grow. They tore apart your mostly peaceful coastal community, those space vines.
Text from the book:
Rules:
Wildspace gear:
In addition to more hit points, class features, and spells, each character has normal starting equipment plus 625 gp to spend on additional nonmagical gear. If you’re running a high magic campaign, each character also gains one uncommon magic item of the player’s choice, subject to your approval.
Hope you all enjoy it
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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.
*I got this set for my birthday really like the story*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*Ok but please don't go on 'Private' 'Closed' PBP threads. IK ur new here and you don't know that much about the pbp rules, so it's okay to make a mistake*
*Tho yeah Spelljammer is fun*
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.
“Valkur’s Grace!” says Flyte Star-Sky, an Air Genasi, with long, braided locks of hair. His pale eyes track the growing crystal. The last several nights of falling stars had been beautiful, and ever the optimist, Flyte had scoffed at the apocalyptic imaginations of other more superstitious sailors.
It looked like he might have to eat his words.
When the other sailor, not one he’d seen before, offers their ship, Flyte — eyes wide and panicked — can do little more than step towards them in fear, the earth shaking under his feet.
“Get me back on the sea and in the open air,” he says, knees shaking. “I’ll follow!”
Past several nights have looked like the world is ending from a distance. Tonight's spectacle is too close! Having made his way to the coast by following a curious trio of gnomes that rebuke him every chance at conversation. Dashing in his green House Sivis uniform, theirs was textiles he had never seen before. Having lost them upon entering the coastal town, he been making his way toward the docks in hopes of spotting them again.
While looking for the curious gnomes, Horace spots a calligraphy shop with endless colors of prepared inks and dyes in the window. !Stepping In! Eureka! It also has all the raw materials for making inks. Haggling for the materials and getting a great deal, Horace leaves quite satisfied.
A crystalline vine appears close by as he is leaving. Instinct for survival puts him on the heels of a sailor. An air genasi's words carry weight, as he turns from the growing crystal to follow the group.
Horace Male Gnome Warlock [Doa Genie] PoT
Luz tries to convince people to go to safety.
"Stay calm! Evacuate orderly! This way!" (14 rolled on Persuasion)
To the sailor:
"Lady, I hope there's room on your ship for these people as well."
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.
(OOC; sorry, I'm trying to understand. The redhead & crew are blocking people from going to the ships. While people are unloading cargo. Are the same people blocking and unloading? Or is one crew fighting and another unloading?)
"Tell me which crew is yours and I'll put the fear of the Goddess into the rest!"
(The same crew is blocking and unloading. Sorry that I didn't explain it that well)
She nods a bit, before stating her next words "My crew is currently away. Only one member remains onboard. The fools with the clubs are a member of Traevus's gang, and the red-haired one commanding them is Traevus." When you mention her crew, Traevus says something to some of his gang members and they walk over to Captain Sartell, holding their clubs.
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.
Flyte grimaces. “I’ve heard that name among the dock-workers. A vicious piece of work but not a stupid one. We either go through him or we make a deal with him…” Flyte looks at the assembled party. “For a ship that size we’re going to need more than just us and your one crewman.”
Horace tries to discreetly cast pacify person on 2 of the closest gang members and Traevus. Hoping to take some of the heat out of the negotiations.
Action: Cast pacify person
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoT 5
(Luz wants to cast a Fireball to get their attention. Is there a 20 ft sphere over their heads that's free of people, goods, sails & rigging etc. so she can cast it without harming anyone or setting anything on fire?)
You invoke arcane chants, symbols, and the power of your patron to get Traevus and two approaching members of the gang to calm down.
Wisdom saves:
Traevus: 12
Member to the left: 10
Member to the right: 17
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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.
(Yes. Are you sure you want to do that though?)
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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.
(If I heard Horace speaking his invocation, she'll wait on the fireball)
(Yeah, she most likely heard him speak)
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.
"Attention teamsters! Your unloading the wrong ship! Everything not nailed down is supposed to be loaded onto that ship!" yells Horace in a command voice waving his arms "Contracts people, contracts! I'm looking for Traevus, I hear he is the shot caller around here. You sir!" Pointing at Traevus "You Sir, have the bearing of the man I'm looking for! Everyone else get back to loading, clear this dock, load everything into the holds and I'll reward each man personally with a piece of gold!"
"The houses frown on these kinds of mix ups! Bad things, very bad things. Get the ship ready and I will leave this foul up out of the reports. We must make haste, let's make my report glowing praise on your team's speed and order."
Action: Deception 7
Trying to fast talk getting the ship loaded with every box and parcel the hoist can reach? Fast talk and guile to avoid a fight make them think they have a contract. Plan B always have a plan b. Let me stroke my beard to cover it from a fireball
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoT
Traevus nods and six gang members walk forth, just not a meter away from all of you. Two of the approaching threats are the members that Horace pacified. They grip their clubs, smiling as they bounce the bloodstained weapons back and forth a slight bit. Roll initiative.
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.
Flyte Initiative: 19