OOC: On second thought, intiative over post at will.
Everyone but Golver is on the other side of the room. The stinking cloud has dissipated. Golver still hangs 3ft upside down surrounded by possible traps. He needs to succeed a DEX save DC13 to get down or be aided in some way as in dispell magic or aid him with his DEX save DC13.
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Golver will begin thrashing about and rocking himself back and forth "Alright, now that I helped you all make it across safely, it is time for me to get down from here!" The dragonborn will should as he struggles to break free from the sparky rope.
(Dex save! using inspiration! 3)
"Just a bit, yup, there it is! NAILED IT!" the dragonborn will yell as he slips his foot from the trap and lands with a wet sloshing thud as the hulking dragonborn splats into a pool of vomit below. "Alright, no need to worry about me! I will be over there to open that door for you all in a bit! I tell ya... I am not sure what you guys would do without me! Can you imagine what would have happened if I had let one of you guys stumble into that trap!" Golver would shout as he rubbed a vomit covered hand across his stained scaly chin.... "You can go on and put that rope away Smee, I will be there in a second....hmmm... I think this is probably the BEST way to go" The dragonborn would boast as he inspects the tiles in front of him.
10 = investigation!
Golver spends almost exactly two seconds looking at the tiles before just breaking into a dead sprint as hard as he can. The dragonborn would dash towards the door as vomit is thrown around the room as it is tossed from his robes as he pumps his arms and legs as hard as he can!
Golver gets free of his bonds rushes forward towards his party but at the very last tile sets off shatter affecting ALL the party as Golver hits two tiles setting off two glyphs but mercifully only one seems to deals damage to the entire party. Please roll a CON save DC13. A save takes half of 16 dmg
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Caerlan con save 14
Feeling pleased with himself for making it across the room Caerlan smoothes his hair, smiling as the lumbering dragonborn finally drops down from the snare, the smile turns to a look of horror as the bug lump proceeds to charge full tilt towards them, as he sets off some sort of explosive tile the gnome just has time to mutter a withering "oversized idiot" before he is knocked out by the concussive blast.
OOC: Necey and Smee don't forget to roll your saves!
The party having completed their task finds the door to the opposite side opening and the figure in the bull mask appears again.
"Five remain I see," her husky voice says with a hint of a smile.
The bull masked figure kneels beside Caerlan tipping a vial into his mouth restoring half his HP. The figure then stands and leads the party back to the dining hall where a considerable amount of prospective students are missing and the ones that remain look slightly battered. The ancient dwarven woman returns with the treats trolley from the night before asking everyone however to be seated for lunch.
The party returns to their previous table where the cloche covered dish sit. The party's table is missing Zenith, Smee, and the fish folk! Only the four of you remain!
"Hey, what happened to the fish folk?!" Golver would ask the bull masked lady as he sloshes his way towards his seat. "I saw them make it through the doorway.." The dragonborn would persist. After making his way to his seat, the goldenscaled dragonborn would plop into his chair with a disusting squish sound before waving down the treat cart and grabbing a couple of cakes. "I am starving! I don't think I had anything left in my stomach after that trap. You guys owe me big time for that! It was really nice of me to protect you all like that" The dragonborn would say inbetween bites of cake. Crumbs would fall from his toothy mouth and stick to us puke covered robes. After a few bites he would look down and his eyes would widen... realizing how gross he looked. Frantically the dragonborn would try to cast prestidigitation in the hopes that he could slowly clean up his robes. "You guys did pretty good in there" He would say looking to his companions. "I was worried I was going to have to carry you all, but you did OK with only a little guidence from myself!" Golver would say with a grin and a mouth full of food
"Many thanks, I don't know what came over me, oh no, wait I do!" Caerlan says to the bull masked figure before giving a vulgar gesture involving several body parts to Golver. The little gnome perks up immediately though upon seeing the treats trolley "to the victor the spoils eh!" "he shouts as he eyes up the various goodies on display.
" Fishy chaps gone as well as the tiefling I see, well they won't be missed, not much for conversation were they, and unhelpful with it. Still onwards and upwards."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Once again Golver's attempts to cast are unsuccessful but he is given a clue to clean up by a passing silver dragonborn with a smirk who calls out in dragconic "use the bathroom dummy," she says before winking. She then goes back to table 1. They only table it seems with ALL members still present!
Aura sits down on the table along with the party, and starts looking around, showing anxiety. "I know you might not all agree on this, but losing our group members like that isn't good... This is all about a teamwork, but how will we do it without a team?"
"The others were dead weight if you ask me" Golver would reply as he turns his head from the silver dragonborn to Aura. "I saw how how quickly you made your way through that test, With your brains and my... well... My whole package... We can't lose!" Golver would say motioning to himself. "I uhh.. I am going to use the restroom real quick before lunch is served and freshen up a bit.. Try not to talk about how awesome I am too much while I am gone! I wanna be around to hear it!" Golver will say with a wink as he looks from aura to Necey and then to Caerlan.
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(Been a hectic day, going to backtrack a little bit to add some flavor here...)
"Yay! I knew you could figure a way out of that rope," Necey says cheering the dragonborn on once he frees himself from the trap. As Golver dashes across the remainder of the checkerboard, the halfling jumps up and down excitedly. "C'mon, Golver you can do it..."
BOOM (ConST 13)
Her face immediately loses all joy and happiness, standing there blank-faced at the sudden explosion. "What just happened...?!" She sticks a finger in one of her ears to try to regain some of her senses.
At the dinner table Necey replies, probably a bit too loudly, to Aura by counting the members at the table. "One... two... three... four! That seems to make a team if you ask me!"
"Uh... I guess... But that's not my point... Uh..." She seems like she's about to explain something, but she suddendly stops, shaking her head and looking down, disappointed at something, even though no one has an idea what.
As the lunch arrives it's once again a dish of your favorite. Some around you eat with relish uncaring of the day's events while some look visibly shaken. They do not eat but sit staring at all who are able. After your meal each of you receive a potion, an elixir if you will of glossy red liquid.
"Drink up deary for the next task might be your last," the ancient dwarven woman says leaving with the cart and her attendance.
OOC: Everyone receives a regular potion of healing 2d4 + 2 to be drunk now or later your choice!
After a lull in relaxed and intense conversation spattered about the room once again the plates disappear and you're beckoned from your seats. Three more professors parade in plucking groups out leaving your party, the smallest thst remains, behind the longest time awaiting your new task! Then you see him! The levitating fellow from the night before in robes and the mask. He's balancing an orb in his palm and looks somewhat flustered.
"Yes, yes. Think you can complete my task without diminishing your number further," the small floating male voice demands of the party before turning around.
The party follows but not to a room but outdoors under the long covered gallery towards a far building where he points to the forest beyond.
"There your tasks awaits and the words I leave you with are these: nature doesn't lie nor are her creations ever perfect. Remember them," he adds curtly moving back towards the castle and leaving your party in the covered gallery to journey ahead.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
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(Does lunch count as a short rest? If so, rolling hit dice 22)
Confused by Aura's reaction, Necey cocks her head to the side in thought. Then as if a light bulb had gone off, she points to herself, "Oh, five! Of course. One of my favorite numbers by the way!"
"Thank you, ma'am. That looks refreshing." Necey takes the potions and stuffs it a pocket of her robe.
OOC edited above - thanks!
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Phade I don't see your edits. You sure it posted? Stuck on mobile until after 4!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: On second thought, intiative over post at will.
Everyone but Golver is on the other side of the room. The stinking cloud has dissipated. Golver still hangs 3ft upside down surrounded by possible traps. He needs to succeed a DEX save DC13 to get down or be aided in some way as in dispell magic or aid him with his DEX save DC13.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver will begin thrashing about and rocking himself back and forth "Alright, now that I helped you all make it across safely, it is time for me to get down from here!" The dragonborn will should as he struggles to break free from the sparky rope.
(Dex save! using inspiration! 3)
"Just a bit, yup, there it is! NAILED IT!" the dragonborn will yell as he slips his foot from the trap and lands with a wet sloshing thud as the hulking dragonborn splats into a pool of vomit below. "Alright, no need to worry about me! I will be over there to open that door for you all in a bit! I tell ya... I am not sure what you guys would do without me! Can you imagine what would have happened if I had let one of you guys stumble into that trap!" Golver would shout as he rubbed a vomit covered hand across his stained scaly chin.... "You can go on and put that rope away Smee, I will be there in a second....hmmm... I think this is probably the BEST way to go" The dragonborn would boast as he inspects the tiles in front of him.
10 = investigation!
Golver spends almost exactly two seconds looking at the tiles before just breaking into a dead sprint as hard as he can. The dragonborn would dash towards the door as vomit is thrown around the room as it is tossed from his robes as he pumps his arms and legs as hard as he can!
(Golver is the best!)
Golver gets free of his bonds rushes forward towards his party but at the very last tile sets off shatter affecting ALL the party as Golver hits two tiles setting off two glyphs but mercifully only one seems to deals damage to the entire party. Please roll a CON save DC13. A save takes half of 16 dmg
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"HUUUGGGHHHH!!!!" Golver will shout diving off the exploding tile
Con save 13
(i Think you got to make a con save... You MIGHT be in an explosion zone )
Aura Con Save: 17
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Golver and Aura take half damage.
Need CON saves from Necey, Smee, and Caerlan!! DC13 pass take 1/2 of 16 thunder damage!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Caerlan con save 14
Feeling pleased with himself for making it across the room Caerlan smoothes his hair, smiling as the lumbering dragonborn finally drops down from the snare, the smile turns to a look of horror as the bug lump proceeds to charge full tilt towards them, as he sets off some sort of explosive tile the gnome just has time to mutter a withering "oversized idiot" before he is knocked out by the concussive blast.
0 hp :(
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Necey and Smee don't forget to roll your saves!
The party having completed their task finds the door to the opposite side opening and the figure in the bull mask appears again.
"Five remain I see," her husky voice says with a hint of a smile.
The bull masked figure kneels beside Caerlan tipping a vial into his mouth restoring half his HP. The figure then stands and leads the party back to the dining hall where a considerable amount of prospective students are missing and the ones that remain look slightly battered. The ancient dwarven woman returns with the treats trolley from the night before asking everyone however to be seated for lunch.
The party returns to their previous table where the cloche covered dish sit. The party's table is missing Zenith, Smee, and the fish folk! Only the four of you remain!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Hey, what happened to the fish folk?!" Golver would ask the bull masked lady as he sloshes his way towards his seat. "I saw them make it through the doorway.." The dragonborn would persist. After making his way to his seat, the goldenscaled dragonborn would plop into his chair with a disusting squish sound before waving down the treat cart and grabbing a couple of cakes. "I am starving! I don't think I had anything left in my stomach after that trap. You guys owe me big time for that! It was really nice of me to protect you all like that" The dragonborn would say inbetween bites of cake. Crumbs would fall from his toothy mouth and stick to us puke covered robes. After a few bites he would look down and his eyes would widen... realizing how gross he looked. Frantically the dragonborn would try to cast prestidigitation in the hopes that he could slowly clean up his robes. "You guys did pretty good in there" He would say looking to his companions. "I was worried I was going to have to carry you all, but you did OK with only a little guidence from myself!" Golver would say with a grin and a mouth full of food
"Many thanks, I don't know what came over me, oh no, wait I do!" Caerlan says to the bull masked figure before giving a vulgar gesture involving several body parts to Golver. The little gnome perks up immediately though upon seeing the treats trolley "to the victor the spoils eh!" "he shouts as he eyes up the various goodies on display.
" Fishy chaps gone as well as the tiefling I see, well they won't be missed, not much for conversation were they, and unhelpful with it. Still onwards and upwards."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Once again Golver's attempts to cast are unsuccessful but he is given a clue to clean up by a passing silver dragonborn with a smirk who calls out in dragconic "use the bathroom dummy," she says before winking. She then goes back to table 1. They only table it seems with ALL members still present!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Aura sits down on the table along with the party, and starts looking around, showing anxiety. "I know you might not all agree on this, but losing our group members like that isn't good... This is all about a teamwork, but how will we do it without a team?"
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"The others were dead weight if you ask me" Golver would reply as he turns his head from the silver dragonborn to Aura. "I saw how how quickly you made your way through that test, With your brains and my... well... My whole package... We can't lose!" Golver would say motioning to himself. "I uhh.. I am going to use the restroom real quick before lunch is served and freshen up a bit.. Try not to talk about how awesome I am too much while I am gone! I wanna be around to hear it!" Golver will say with a wink as he looks from aura to Necey and then to Caerlan.
(Been a hectic day, going to backtrack a little bit to add some flavor here...)
"Yay! I knew you could figure a way out of that rope," Necey says cheering the dragonborn on once he frees himself from the trap. As Golver dashes across the remainder of the checkerboard, the halfling jumps up and down excitedly. "C'mon, Golver you can do it..."
BOOM (ConST 13)
Her face immediately loses all joy and happiness, standing there blank-faced at the sudden explosion. "What just happened...?!" She sticks a finger in one of her ears to try to regain some of her senses.
At the dinner table Necey replies, probably a bit too loudly, to Aura by counting the members at the table. "One... two... three... four! That seems to make a team if you ask me!"
"Uh... I guess... But that's not my point... Uh..." She seems like she's about to explain something, but she suddendly stops, shaking her head and looking down, disappointed at something, even though no one has an idea what.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
As the lunch arrives it's once again a dish of your favorite. Some around you eat with relish uncaring of the day's events while some look visibly shaken. They do not eat but sit staring at all who are able. After your meal each of you receive a potion, an elixir if you will of glossy red liquid.
"Drink up deary for the next task might be your last," the ancient dwarven woman says leaving with the cart and her attendance.
OOC: Everyone receives a regular potion of healing 2d4 + 2 to be drunk now or later your choice!
After a lull in relaxed and intense conversation spattered about the room once again the plates disappear and you're beckoned from your seats. Three more professors parade in plucking groups out leaving your party, the smallest thst remains, behind the longest time awaiting your new task! Then you see him! The levitating fellow from the night before in robes and the mask. He's balancing an orb in his palm and looks somewhat flustered.
"Yes, yes. Think you can complete my task without diminishing your number further," the small floating male voice demands of the party before turning around.
The party follows but not to a room but outdoors under the long covered gallery towards a far building where he points to the forest beyond.
"There your tasks awaits and the words I leave you with are these: nature doesn't lie nor are her creations ever perfect. Remember them," he adds curtly moving back towards the castle and leaving your party in the covered gallery to journey ahead.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(Does lunch count as a short rest? If so, rolling hit dice 22)
Confused by Aura's reaction, Necey cocks her head to the side in thought. Then as if a light bulb had gone off, she points to herself, "Oh, five! Of course. One of my favorite numbers by the way!"
"Thank you, ma'am. That looks refreshing." Necey takes the potions and stuffs it a pocket of her robe.