"Oh! Hey! Mutton! Goat!" The Caped Crusader exclaims! "I'm a damn fine mutton goat chef! Nothing like a good piece of mutton goat in the morning. Plus you get to say mutton goat. Which, I think we can all agree, makes the day just a little more fantastic!" He heads over to examine the goats, which are clearly not sheep, and shepherds, as he thinks about how saying mutton was much more fun and then he made the mistake of scrolling back up a little and finding out they were goats instead of sheep, but all of the references to saying mutton were already there, and made for great reading so he just kind of kept going with it. And then, as if by surprise he added, "Of course none of you bastards seem to be too keen on helping a brother out with a little light shoulder mending so it's going to be difficult making my famous sous vide with only my feet." At this point he would shrug and say "Oh well," except of course he had lost both arms at the shoulder so you couldn't really see the shrug which would so have accentuated the perfectly timed "Oh well," to which he would also add, "I guess I'll look around here at these shepherds, surely they will have had some useful arms lying about!"
TBK isn't abandoned, he followed Greg's advice and came along, ain't that right? Greg helped with his dropped limbs. Penguini just seems to have a fuller life than the rest of us, and doesn't post as often, but if you carefully trace the sequence of events that will be updated shortly, the four of us, 13 attached and 2 detached limbs are all assembled on the way out of this very fine encounter.
Greg votes for camping (1) he needs a long rest before raging again (2) TBK is pretty scratched up (3) Burt needs to recover his bardic inspiration which has been so helpful
During downtime, let's see if we can do anything with TBK's arms, or if not rig something for combat. Maybe Greg's glaive could be strapped on in such a way as to make an effective weapon? But hopefully, ham hands can be re-hemmed. It's no baloney....
.... But what about TBK's limbs? Was there anything we could do?...
My mentioning of TBK's arms was too subtle, perhaps. I was hoping for enough information to be able to plot a course of action. But if BeeK doesn't care I can't care for him (classic parent failure mode). If it is possible, Greg will try interweaving the luncheon meat slices across the cut area, forming a bond with extruded meat juices, and tying a rope around his shoulders to hold them in place while he sleeps, blissfully unaware of that it isn't just a scratch, but his actual effing arms cut off. But then BK is complaining about the lack of help and doing nothing himself, but selfless Stumpy G tries hard anyway to mend the limbs. With the rope applying pressure, the natural result of a long rest cannot help but reattach them.
And, seeing how a post was posted while I wrote this, let me say I think BeeK might have woken up with decent arms and he can cook goat. Which is good, because I hate lamb and mutton but love goat, especially chicharron de cabrito or cabrito adobo.
What the hell, Medicine? 18 and if one of you uncaring lazy bastards lends the least bit of a hand to the hand job, maybe and advantage roll? 17
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
(I read all that, but saying "I want to help" without a plan means you're waiting for someone else to have a plan. But no one did. Now you have a plan, and while it makes little to no sense in a medical context, this is a world of magic and wonder. And thanks to some very questionable player choices, Ham Shamanry. So I guess using juic s and rope is viable. I might have required a couple of tests but... I'd have set the DC at 15. So congrats, your arms are back on, BeeK!
"Stumpy, my man!" the overwhelmed with thanks and gratitude-ed Knight shouts. He wiggles his shoulders about, and again does a fine shrug, this time with great effect, "The limbs are most appreciated, and also should come in quite handy should we need breakfast! I owe you big and promise that I will continue to quest for limbs! Should we run across any really fine horse-type appendages, using my newly upholstered meet hooks, I shall do what I can to swab them in juices and ropes to bring you to as fine a state as you have brought me! I am quite touched, and not just by Burt!"
The Black Knight unsheathed his sword, found that to be inappropriate for the occasion, so but that dilly up and then pulled out his weapon and swung it in the air a bit. "Oh, yeah Stumps, fine job!" A bit of juice dripped here and there, but all in all, it was an incredible feat. One that the knight had secretly been hoping for as he read this "skuk" characters posts all along, hence all of the "Finding limbs would be great"-type remarks on his behalf.
A wry smile returns to the knights face, though still, wearing that gods-awful round bucket helmet, no one could see and he added finally, "None Shall Pass!" to no one in particular, but it just somehow felt right.
Also, in hindsight, the knight agrees he could have been a little more active in planning his armed recovery by perhaps mentioning to Stumpy, "Oh, hey, yes, that would be great if we could figure out some way to put me arms back on," but somehow thought it humorous to just go around spouting off about missing limbs, shrug-less shrugs, and especially mutton goats.
Lucky you, Black Knight - the goats are already cooked! This sure is a convenient world you all live in. And since I'm in a good mood, the Shepherds were wearing a chickpea paste on their faces to protect them from the harsh sunshine (mostly out of force of habit, since the sun didn't come up yesterday) and whatever heat cooked the goats also roasted that paste into a kind of flatbread - if you want some Cabra-rittos you could wrap the meat in them. Just bear in mind that as you peel them off the shepherd's faces they will look disturbingly like the Turin Shroud. The meat is the... uh... meat of this though, it'll make a good full brekfast that will negate the need to consume rations today. You're all keeping track of your rations aren't you?
Roll Investigation to shake down the dead Shepherds for loot.
And yes, they are Shepherds, if they were goatherds you'd have heard them yodeling.
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"Sweet! Tacos!" the knight cries out, "And I mean that not in the Caped Crusader side-kick way, but yet also in that way. Both ways! The first for the actual tacos, and the second in that general sense one gets when seeing tacos! Sweet Tacos Stumpy, there are Sweet Tacos over here!" he says to all "Like that!" he shivers a little as the outside of his first taco looks vaguely like Keith Richards so almost puts him off of his mutton goat. But then he shrugs, with his newly juiced shoulders, thanks Stumps! and adds "Meh, still beats those rations that I've been having to keep up with so strictly!"
As he's pulling taco shells off of the poor goatherds shepherds, he also takes the time to look around for any limbs or such that they may have had on their person. (Investigation10)
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The shepherds, though supple of cheek and almost freckle-free, have little of value - they spent most of their meagre earning on chickpea paste, an investment in their future skin health that was probably a better idea than spending all your confirmation money on LoL Surprise dolls. There's a lesson in here for us all....
1 / 4 / 1
Them shepherds sure do have a lot of human legs. You could definitely salvage 3 unburned ones - but you'll need some high-class vivimancy to stick them onto Greg's torso. This isn't like reattaching reformed pigmeat to itself, that's child's play. I warn you now, given the school of Vivimancy doesn't really exist in 5e and I'm an extremely lazy DM, this will be an uphill battle.
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H14 / T19 / H23 / R4 / K2 / V3 / g5
Frisking the dead, leggy shepherds you find some interesting stuff - a bunch of pocket lint, some handkerchiefs (one a little worn, the other quite dainty and lacey - more of a doily really), a small crystal, a ring that looks a little too good for a shepherd to be wearing with some symbols etched on in silver, the business end of a snapped key and a little flask of liquid that's marked "healing potion" but I dunno, I think he might have written that on there so people thought he was a health nut rather than an alcoholic.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Yodeling is a good diagnostic tool for identifying different kinds of ---herds, but somehow we didn't hear them being blown up in a giant meteor firestorm. So I'm saying the jury is still out.
Thank you Sable Swordsman, and you are welcome. As for legs, if I remember, we have a lead on possessed manikin limbs at the dressmakers, and the kids there want us to look into the plague mystery near Red Larch, so maybe that is the path. Also, beyond loot, maybe lets check if there are clues as to how these allegedly-yodel-less herd-folk got blown up. Seems kind of apocalyptical, if you ask me, which might be a clue given the title of our thread. Should we look for prints of this apocalypse? Sounds like a job for BURT MACKLIN - SOLVER OF CRIMES (dramatic music) and his gang.
Also, as mentioned before, Greg, though a mighty hunter and wolf-carcass-dresser, is himself mostly herbivorous. I guess an exception for a goat taco, as it is impolite to refuse the providence Dee'emm provides, but just one.
(I expended one ration as we set up camp, which I think was the first time we needed one. Also, never counted time for torches - I assume I ought to have burned more than the one?)
Greg, you notice that while the one or two of the shepherds look to have been shot with crossbow bolts, all of them have what look like sword slashes, albeit there is very little blood in evidence - the wounds are seared closed with little charred lines like black stitching at the edges, or dare I say it, grill lines; quite horrific in context but disturbingly delicious looking if viewed in isolation. 3 of the bodies are quite badly burned, as if they were caught in an open flame. Burned bodies, dead goats - It's the kind of thing you might blame on a young dragon but there's no tell-tale imprints in the land to show anything big landing to feast on it's kill. Aside from the goats you ate, the bodies were unmolested.
Burt finally wakes up himself, yawns, breaks off some muttoat (goatton? moatton?), and breakfasts heartily, being sure to get the chickpea taco shells (chickacos?) to really seal the deal. He congratulates himself on gaining a minorly useful spell now, and then realizes that all these things were burned and dead. Hey...what the H happened up in here?
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Ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Kellen Rivian(Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
Greg borrows Burt's hat, which he can do because Macklin's player is nowhere to be found, and goes HMMM. Crossbow, sword, branding iron? and fireball or something? Lucky these non-yodel yokels were acting like decoys. And yet, so very sad.Greg returns the hat before Burt notices, and since this is the sort of thing Burt should've said, says You're welcome boss, I can cover for you anytime. Let's not fight whatever this was until we gain even more levels. More side qwests, anyone?
I think heading south, since Bloody Treasure is nearby? Ring for Burt, Crystal for Iradon, Potion &or booze for TBK?
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
"Hopefully booze!" says the crowned burger seller, "There has not been enough of that in this adventure, and I for one could stand for a nip, what with losing arms, finding arms, spectral arms, arms in general have been enough to drive a man to drink." He lifts the potion towards his lips then decides otherwise and puts it in his pack, or wherever he carries things, he will look later at his sheet to see where that is. "Just in case it is a healing potion, best save this for later. Plus, if it's not a healing potion and one of us drinks it right at the time we really need healing, it will make for a great story to tell the grand kids." He scratches the top of his helmet, "Well, maybe not for the guy that drinks it, but I'm sure it will make for a great story for someone's grand kids."
He then examines the candlesticks closely, weighs them in his hand and thinks about all of the possible things silver could come in handy for and decides, "Hey, when we get back to town, I'll get the smith to fashion these into silver horns on each side of my helmet. You guys can use me as a battering ram if we run into anything that's especially susceptible to silver horning. Plus, if we do that, and drink the non-healing potion all around the same time, think of the fun our grand kids will have telling about that time when..." he goes off into a long performance of a great battle that you can all dream up for yourselves so as to save typing and disk space on the server.
Iradon now has a crystal to go with his shiny stick, a stick that glows when he wants it to and has no other use. It was definitely worth stealing and is absolutely amazing. He does wonder if it has an official name or if it is made up by the deeem so he can put the right item on his sheet if needed
The stick has no name. Not because I just made it up on the spur of the moment and can't even find the post where I did that let alone any plans for homebrewing it, but because it's too awesome to slap a name on. If I had to guess I'd say it should be called the Awesome Staff of Blue Glowyness....
If you're moving on, gimme a marching order and where you're headed. If you're going for the "bloody treasure" you'll need to backtrack through the woods so I'll need a survival roll for whomever is taking the lead. Lance Rock is the other side of Red Larch so you'd have to be complete morons to miss it. And as such I'll need a survival roll for that. :P
You head roughly due east into the woods, but some cunning bastard made most of the trees look like most of the other trees and beyond the trees themselves there are no visible landmarks - the canopy even makes locating the morning sun a trial, so it's difficult to keep your bearings. Morning gives way to elevenses and on to lunch, and still you wander. Suddenly 2 mostly naked tattooed guys with big sawtoothed swords appear on the path ahead and hail you.
"Yo! Bropack! You dudes see, like, 4 guys goin' the other way?"
"No bro, the other way to you guys, but, like the same way that we're going?"
"Woah - so the other way is the same way if you turn around?"
"But that would mean that the same way....."
"....becomes the other way!"
"Woah!"
"But, ya, like, there were 4 of 'em - a short little dude, some grody meaty guy..."
"ya, and like one of them was a horse but he was a dude but he was, like, still a horse"
"That's far out - and then this kinda ordinary guy, tried a little to hard, you know?"
"For sure, bro. You'd know 'em if you clocked 'em, they looked just like you guys. Except they had a blue glowy stick."
"Yeah, Just like the one you're carrying."
"Yeah, exactly like that. Except glowing blue! But they were going the other way".
"Oh shit bro! Doublegangsters!"
"That's some heinous shit, bro. You dudes gotta be careful, there's like doublegangsters on the prowl, man."
"If we see 'em we'll totally **** 'em up for you bros! Peace!"
"Oh! Hey!
Mutton!Goat!" The Caped Crusader exclaims! "I'm a damn finemuttongoat chef! Nothing like a good piece ofmuttongoat in the morning. Plus you get to saymuttongoat. Which, I think we can all agree, makes the day just a little more fantastic!" He heads over to examine the goats, which are clearly not sheep, and shepherds, as he thinks about how saying mutton was much more fun and then he made the mistake of scrolling back up a little and finding out they were goats instead of sheep, but all of the references to saying mutton were already there, and made for great reading so he just kind of kept going with it. And then, as if by surprise he added, "Of course none of you bastards seem to be too keen on helping a brother out with a little light shoulder mending so it's going to be difficult making my famous sous vide with only my feet." At this point he would shrug and say "Oh well," except of course he had lost both arms at the shoulder so you couldn't really see the shrug which would so have accentuated the perfectly timed "Oh well," to which he would also add, "I guess I'll look around here at these shepherds, surely they will have had some useful arms lying about!"Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
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My mentioning of TBK's arms was too subtle, perhaps. I was hoping for enough information to be able to plot a course of action. But if BeeK doesn't care I can't care for him (classic parent failure mode). If it is possible, Greg will try interweaving the luncheon meat slices across the cut area, forming a bond with extruded meat juices, and tying a rope around his shoulders to hold them in place while he sleeps, blissfully unaware of that it isn't just a scratch, but his actual effing arms cut off. But then BK is complaining about the lack of help and doing nothing himself, but selfless Stumpy G tries hard anyway to mend the limbs. With the rope applying pressure, the natural result of a long rest cannot help but reattach them.
And, seeing how a post was posted while I wrote this, let me say I think BeeK might have woken up with decent arms and he can cook goat. Which is good, because I hate lamb and mutton but love goat, especially chicharron de cabrito or cabrito adobo.
What the hell, Medicine? 18 and if one of you uncaring lazy bastards lends the least bit of a hand to the hand job, maybe and advantage roll? 17
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
(I read all that, but saying "I want to help" without a plan means you're waiting for someone else to have a plan. But no one did. Now you have a plan, and while it makes little to no sense in a medical context, this is a world of magic and wonder. And thanks to some very questionable player choices, Ham Shamanry. So I guess using juic s and rope is viable. I might have required a couple of tests but... I'd have set the DC at 15. So congrats, your arms are back on, BeeK!
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Level 2 you say? I finally have 2 spell slots!
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"Stumpy, my man!" the overwhelmed with thanks and gratitude-ed Knight shouts. He wiggles his shoulders about, and again does a fine shrug, this time with great effect, "The limbs are most appreciated, and also should come in quite handy should we need breakfast! I owe you big and promise that I will continue to quest for limbs! Should we run across any really fine horse-type appendages, using my newly upholstered meet hooks, I shall do what I can to swab them in juices and ropes to bring you to as fine a state as you have brought me! I am quite touched, and not just by Burt!"
The Black Knight unsheathed his sword, found that to be inappropriate for the occasion, so but that dilly up and then pulled out his weapon and swung it in the air a bit. "Oh, yeah Stumps, fine job!" A bit of juice dripped here and there, but all in all, it was an incredible feat. One that the knight had secretly been hoping for as he read this "skuk" characters posts all along, hence all of the "Finding limbs would be great"-type remarks on his behalf.
A wry smile returns to the knights face, though still, wearing that gods-awful round bucket helmet, no one could see and he added finally, "None Shall Pass!" to no one in particular, but it just somehow felt right.
Also, in hindsight, the knight agrees he could have been a little more active in planning his armed recovery by perhaps mentioning to Stumpy, "Oh, hey, yes, that would be great if we could figure out some way to put me arms back on," but somehow thought it humorous to just go around spouting off about missing limbs, shrug-less shrugs, and especially
muttongoats.Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
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Lucky you, Black Knight - the goats are already cooked! This sure is a convenient world you all live in. And since I'm in a good mood, the Shepherds were wearing a chickpea paste on their faces to protect them from the harsh sunshine (mostly out of force of habit, since the sun didn't come up yesterday) and whatever heat cooked the goats also roasted that paste into a kind of flatbread - if you want some Cabra-rittos you could wrap the meat in them. Just bear in mind that as you peel them off the shepherd's faces they will look disturbingly like the Turin Shroud. The meat is the... uh... meat of this though, it'll make a good full brekfast that will negate the need to consume rations today. You're all keeping track of your rations aren't you?
Roll Investigation to shake down the dead Shepherds for loot.
And yes, they are Shepherds, if they were goatherds you'd have heard them yodeling.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
"Sweet! Tacos!" the knight cries out, "And I mean that not in the Caped Crusader side-kick way, but yet also in that way. Both ways! The first for the actual tacos, and the second in that general sense one gets when seeing tacos! Sweet Tacos Stumpy, there are Sweet Tacos over here!" he says to all "Like that!" he shivers a little as the outside of his first taco looks vaguely like Keith Richards so almost puts him off of his
muttongoat. But then he shrugs, with his newly juiced shoulders, thanks Stumps! and adds "Meh, still beats those rations that I've been having to keep up with so strictly!"As he's pulling taco shells off of the poor
goatherdsshepherds, he also takes the time to look around for any limbs or such that they may have had on their person. (Investigation 10)Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
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The shepherds, though supple of cheek and almost freckle-free, have little of value - they spent most of their meagre earning on chickpea paste, an investment in their future skin health that was probably a better idea than spending all your confirmation money on LoL Surprise dolls. There's a lesson in here for us all....
1 / 4 / 1
Them shepherds sure do have a lot of human legs. You could definitely salvage 3 unburned ones - but you'll need some high-class vivimancy to stick them onto Greg's torso. This isn't like reattaching reformed pigmeat to itself, that's child's play. I warn you now, given the school of Vivimancy doesn't really exist in 5e and I'm an extremely lazy DM, this will be an uphill battle.
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H14 / T19 / H23 / R4 / K2 / V3 / g5
Frisking the dead, leggy shepherds you find some interesting stuff - a bunch of pocket lint, some handkerchiefs (one a little worn, the other quite dainty and lacey - more of a doily really), a small crystal, a ring that looks a little too good for a shepherd to be wearing with some symbols etched on in silver, the business end of a snapped key and a little flask of liquid that's marked "healing potion" but I dunno, I think he might have written that on there so people thought he was a health nut rather than an alcoholic.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Yodeling is a good diagnostic tool for identifying different kinds of ---herds, but somehow we didn't hear them being blown up in a giant meteor firestorm. So I'm saying the jury is still out.
Thank you Sable Swordsman, and you are welcome. As for legs, if I remember, we have a lead on possessed manikin limbs at the dressmakers, and the kids there want us to look into the plague mystery near Red Larch, so maybe that is the path. Also, beyond loot, maybe lets check if there are clues as to how these allegedly-yodel-less herd-folk got blown up. Seems kind of apocalyptical, if you ask me, which might be a clue given the title of our thread. Should we look for prints of this apocalypse? Sounds like a job for BURT MACKLIN - SOLVER OF CRIMES (dramatic music) and his gang.
Also, as mentioned before, Greg, though a mighty hunter and wolf-carcass-dresser, is himself mostly herbivorous. I guess an exception for a goat taco, as it is impolite to refuse the providence Dee'emm provides, but just one.
(I expended one ration as we set up camp, which I think was the first time we needed one. Also, never counted time for torches - I assume I ought to have burned more than the one?)
Investigation for clues and stuff 19
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Greg, you notice that while the one or two of the shepherds look to have been shot with crossbow bolts, all of them have what look like sword slashes, albeit there is very little blood in evidence - the wounds are seared closed with little charred lines like black stitching at the edges, or dare I say it, grill lines; quite horrific in context but disturbingly delicious looking if viewed in isolation. 3 of the bodies are quite badly burned, as if they were caught in an open flame. Burned bodies, dead goats - It's the kind of thing you might blame on a young dragon but there's no tell-tale imprints in the land to show anything big landing to feast on it's kill. Aside from the goats you ate, the bodies were unmolested.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Burt finally wakes up himself, yawns, breaks off some muttoat (goatton? moatton?), and breakfasts heartily, being sure to get the chickpea taco shells (chickacos?) to really seal the deal. He congratulates himself on gaining a minorly useful spell now, and then realizes that all these things were burned and dead. Hey...what the H happened up in here?
Ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
Greg borrows Burt's hat, which he can do because Macklin's player is nowhere to be found, and goes HMMM. Crossbow, sword, branding iron? and fireball or something? Lucky these non-yodel yokels were acting like decoys. And yet, so very sad. Greg returns the hat before Burt notices, and since this is the sort of thing Burt should've said, says You're welcome boss, I can cover for you anytime. Let's not fight whatever this was until we gain even more levels. More side qwests, anyone?
I think heading south, since Bloody Treasure is nearby? Ring for Burt, Crystal for Iradon, Potion &or booze for TBK?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
"Hopefully booze!" says the crowned burger seller, "There has not been enough of that in this adventure, and I for one could stand for a nip, what with losing arms, finding arms, spectral arms, arms in general have been enough to drive a man to drink." He lifts the potion towards his lips then decides otherwise and puts it in his pack, or wherever he carries things, he will look later at his sheet to see where that is. "Just in case it is a healing potion, best save this for later. Plus, if it's not a healing potion and one of us drinks it right at the time we really need healing, it will make for a great story to tell the grand kids." He scratches the top of his helmet, "Well, maybe not for the guy that drinks it, but I'm sure it will make for a great story for someone's grand kids."
He then examines the candlesticks closely, weighs them in his hand and thinks about all of the possible things silver could come in handy for and decides, "Hey, when we get back to town, I'll get the smith to fashion these into silver horns on each side of my helmet. You guys can use me as a battering ram if we run into anything that's especially susceptible to silver horning. Plus, if we do that, and drink the non-healing potion all around the same time, think of the fun our grand kids will have telling about that time when..." he goes off into a long performance of a great battle that you can all dream up for yourselves so as to save typing and disk space on the server.
Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
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Iradon now has a crystal to go with his shiny stick, a stick that glows when he wants it to and has no other use. It was definitely worth stealing and is absolutely amazing. He does wonder if it has an official name or if it is made up by the deeem so he can put the right item on his sheet if needed
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
The stick has no name. Not because I just made it up on the spur of the moment and can't even find the post where I did that let alone any plans for homebrewing it, but because it's too awesome to slap a name on. If I had to guess I'd say it should be called the Awesome Staff of Blue Glowyness....
If you're moving on, gimme a marching order and where you're headed. If you're going for the "bloody treasure" you'll need to backtrack through the woods so I'll need a survival roll for whomever is taking the lead. Lance Rock is the other side of Red Larch so you'd have to be complete morons to miss it. And as such I'll need a survival roll for that. :P
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Burt, obviously, takes the lead, and heads towards the bloody treasure: survival 11
Very, very confidently, Burt heads into the woods.
Ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
Greg helps Burt up and dusts him off, and gives a few pointers The trick, boss, walking into the woods, is to walk between the trees. Survival 17
Soooo much better
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Iradon follows, he might not trust Burt, but he trusts Greg
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
But I am following Burt, so by extension, our trust is in the boss.
Since we are handing out pointers - Iradon, if you put the leather armor (or armour) you are carrying on, it has a protective benefit
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
You head roughly due east into the woods, but some cunning bastard made most of the trees look like most of the other trees and beyond the trees themselves there are no visible landmarks - the canopy even makes locating the morning sun a trial, so it's difficult to keep your bearings. Morning gives way to elevenses and on to lunch, and still you wander. Suddenly 2 mostly naked tattooed guys with big sawtoothed swords appear on the path ahead and hail you.
"Yo! Bropack! You dudes see, like, 4 guys goin' the other way?"
"No bro, the other way to you guys, but, like the same way that we're going?"
"Woah - so the other way is the same way if you turn around?"
"But that would mean that the same way....."
"....becomes the other way!"
"Woah!"
"But, ya, like, there were 4 of 'em - a short little dude, some grody meaty guy..."
"ya, and like one of them was a horse but he was a dude but he was, like, still a horse"
"That's far out - and then this kinda ordinary guy, tried a little to hard, you know?"
"For sure, bro. You'd know 'em if you clocked 'em, they looked just like you guys. Except they had a blue glowy stick."
"Yeah, Just like the one you're carrying."
"Yeah, exactly like that. Except glowing blue! But they were going the other way".
"Oh shit bro! Doublegangsters!"
"That's some heinous shit, bro. You dudes gotta be careful, there's like doublegangsters on the prowl, man."
"If we see 'em we'll totally **** 'em up for you bros! Peace!"
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin