Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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"I understand, Ashlass," Etriel Darastrix concedes, "but if we did that, my flight spell would expire—and I wouldn't be able to cast it again for everyone, should the need arise (such as a tunnel too high to reach or a ravine too deep to cross). So I'd suggest we continue instead... at least until your Bat spots our friend or the Dragon."
"With a better understanding of the situation," the Foreign Traveler concludes, "we should be able to make a more informed decision about whether or not to rest."
And, unless someone prefers immediate rest anyway, the Eladrin Huntress continues to follow the tracks (though staying a dozen meters behind the Bat—so it can act as a scout).
Gail carries Ignus while flying, with her greath strength, she had no problems carrying the hell hound.
When a break is suggested, Gail takes a deep breath (second wind), and says, "I can go on. We need to find Mushashi while they are still alive."
Heals 14 more HP from second wind. Gail is now at 99/131
Perception or Survival to contuine along the trail.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
OK, Survival: 7
[[ OOC: Hmmm... Maybe it's time that someone else also tries. ]]
Gail perception: 15
Success. The dragon went down a left tunnel. You can tell from the blood lying on the floor.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The party’s flight through the southern tunnels is suddenly interrupted by a flash of vivid color against the oppressive gray stone. High up in the vaulted ceiling, perched on a ledge like a gargoyle, sits a small figure. She has deep purple hair that seems to catch what little light exists, messy and windswept as if she’s been flying for hours. Her skin is absolute black, but as she flexes and shifts in the dull light of the cavern, you see tiny, flecked white stars that dot her face and arms, shimmering with a faint, swirling energy.
Her glowing purple eyes lock onto the group with a manic intensity. With a sudden, high-pitched giggle, she leans forward and simply...falls.
Halfway down, a pair of leathery, black-as-night wings snap open with a sharp thwack. She levels out into a tight spiral, her small frame cutting through the air with the grace of a street-urchin-turned-predator. She sticks the landing directly in front of the party, her wings folding neatly behind her lithe frame.
"Well, look at this! A regular clown parade in the dark!" she chirps, her voice a street-wise rasp. She brushes a strand of purple hair out of her glowing eyes and immediately starts squinting at Gail's armor, then Etriel’s bow, her fingers twitching as if she’s mentally weighing them.
"I’m Necyra. I usually don't hang around with respectable types, but you lot seem a bit...desperate. I was just up-top, followin' the smell of burnt lizard and expensive metal. I saw that big red meanie draggin' a clanky fellow southward. He looked real stiff. Like a marble statue, but with more blood."
She tilts her head, those star-like freckles on her cheeks seeming to swirl just a little faster.
"You're chasin' him, right? 'Cause if you are, I might just tag along. This tunnel’s gettin' real lonely, and I’ve got these dreams, see? Dreams about things gettin' sucked down a drain. And right now? This whole tunnel feels like it's headin' straight for the plumbing. So...you gonna stand there lookin' pretty, or are we gonna go see what that lizard's plannin' for dessert?"
OOC: For now, Musashi is AWOL, and @DM is having me play an alternate character. Part of the 'ol adventure, you see! ;-)
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Etriel Darastrix examines the newcomer carefully, as if her green eyes could penetrate her skin and read her soul. She's unsure whether she can trust this creature who appeared out of nowhere and who suddenly seems interested in joining the dragon hunt (perhaps the dragon is her enemy... or perhaps she herself is a spy for the dragon).
In the end, the Foreign Traveler feels it's safest to accept the other's inclusion. Whether she's sincere or ready to betray at the first opportunity, having her in the group will mean being able to keep an eye on her: "I had prayed to the Mystic Seer to help us save our traveling companion, the one you saw being dragged by the dragon... so your sudden appearance could be nothing more than Sehanine Moonbow's way of listening to us, travelers who entrust ourselves to her protection. Be welcome among us," she bows her head slightly in a composed and courteous nod of greeting, "my name is Etriel Darastrix. It's a pleasure to find help in this den of danger."
“So… in short, you want to join this little expedition, right?”
Ashlass doesn’t lift her eyes—or her wand—from the new girl. She isn’t the type to trust easily. Especially not a tiefling. She knows exactly how nasty they can be. Just like herself.
And this one even has wings.That makes it worse. Because she is jealous now. And Ashlass hates to be jealous.
Doc JoJo looks at the stranger and then looks at Ashlass, then looks toward the way forward.
OOC catch up on rolls:
Give Gail more/heal HP - Touch - 4d4 = 7
Hand of healing 1 Ki point 1d8+5 = 12
Healing Kit - Hit dice (d10??)+4 = 11
FYI I reroll 1s so your number may be higher once I hit the go button
(General Purpose looking) Preception 10
Insight on he new Tiefling 14
(for tracking) Survival 19
Doc JoJo looks at the stranger and then looks at Ashlass, then looks toward the way forward.
OOC catch up on rolls:
Give Gail more/heal HP - Touch - 4d4 = 5+4
Hand of healing 1 Ki point 1d8+5 = 12
Healing Kit - Hit dice (d10??)+4 = 11
FYI I reroll 1s so your number may be higher once I hit the go button
(General Purpose looking) Preception 10
Insight on he new Tiefling 14
(for tracking) Survival 19
Gail total healing = 10+12+11= 33 points - needed 32 to be 100%
(General Purpose looking) Preception 10
Insight on he new Tiefling 14
(for tracking) Survival 19
Doc Jojo gives AshLass the thumbs up sign noticing her questionable look on believing the tiefling.
Necyra barks a laugh at Etriel, her star-freckles shimmering. "Listen, 'Treilly - if your moon-lady sent me, she’s got a weird sense of humor. My knees are for runnin', not prayin'."
She pivots to Ashlass, catching the wand-glare. She stretches her black wings out wide, a deliberate, slow flex. "And you! Relax. Wings are a hassle...try findin’ a coat that fits. I ain't a spy. Spies get paid. I'm just here 'cause that clanky fellow looks like he’s about to hit the plumbing, and I hate seein' good scrap go to waste."
She hops onto a rock, grinning toothily. "So, we movin'? Or are we gonna chat until the lizard finishes his snack?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Gail thanks Doc Jojo for the healing, it's much appreciated.
Gail makes her own snap evaluation of Necyra ( Insight 16), she decides to trust the newcomer for now.
"Moving, definitely moving. I'm Gail by the way and this puppy is Ignus."
Gail will take the lead, counting on her armor and toughness to survive at least the first strike of whatever lies ahead.
Perception to help keep us on course: 22
Doc Jojo doesn't want all of that mending to go to waste so follows.
As the party begins to trek deeper into the southern tunnels, Necyra doesn't just walk...she flutters, hops, and occasionally crawls along the walls like a huge, purple-haired insect.
She watches Doc JoJo track the blood with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity, her glowing eyes darting between the medic and the dark path ahead.
"Nice nose ya got there, Doc!" she whispers, though it echoes slightly. "Most people just see dirt...you see a map. Efficient. I like it."
She drifts closer to Gail, eyeing the mended armor and the hellhound Ignus. "That’s a lot of metal for one lady. And a spicy dog to boot? You lot are a regular circus."
She looks back at the swirling star-freckles on her arm, her expression momentarily clouding. "Better keep a move on. The drain's hummin' louder down here. Can you hear it? Slorp, slorp, slorp. That's the sound of a dragon’s gullet waitin' for a samurai-flavored appetizer."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Doc JoJo is doing some flittering around and utilizing his 45 speed, to allow the others and Gail a straight line 30 speed as the party moves forward. If direction corrections are needed JoJo is tapping Gail's sides to direct the way forward through any necessary turns and yet is staying behind Gail to allow her to still lead.
Doc doesn't turn his head to acknowledge the compliment, but does give a thumbs up acknowledgement to Necyra.
"I see nothing wrong with a little sense of humor" Etriel Darastrix smiles slightly replying to Necyra. The newcomer reminds her of some mischievous and irreverent sprites from the Feywild...
The Eladrin Huntress is ready to get going again and follows Gail, but takes a moment to ask the newcomer: "What's your name, anyway?"
[[ OOC: Yeah, I know, we players already know her name is Necyra, but the characters don't yet... ]]
Necyra blinks, her glowing purple eyes wide with fake offense. She does a mid-air somersault, landing with a flourish on a nearby stalagmite.
"Names! Right. People love 'em" she chirps, her star-freckles swirling and shimmering. "I’m Necyra (she says that almost phonetically, drawn out as Neck-eye-rah). No last name...didn't come with one. My parents probably traded it for a bottle of something cheap, or maybe it just fell down a drain before I could catch it."
She leans in toward Etriel, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. "Since you’re the polite one, 'Treilly, I’ll tell ya a secret: I'm not a sprite, but I did once try to steal a fey-lady’s shoes. Talk about a mistake. I had glitter in my wings for a month!"
She hops off the rock and zips back into her spot behind Gail, her wings giving a frantic little flutter.
"Now that we’re all introduced and cozy, let's keep movin'. That scraping sound I heard? That's the dragon's tummy gettin' hungry!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"It's a pleasure to travel with you, Necyra" Etriel Darastrix smiles, giving a polite nod of acknowledgement. "And you too, with your cheerful manner, were certainly no stranger to politeness also in revealing a secret to me."
"Anyway, let's continue..." The Foreign Traveler, infected by the other, feels entitled to joke. "You've already learned the danger of stealing a fey's shoes; now it's time to learn whether stealing a dragon's meal is better or worse."
And indeed, the Eladrin Huntress hasn't stopped following Gail—and the dragon's trail.