Greenport:

Noldeme is immediately taken aback by the sight. She approaches Nae to point out a detail she had forgotten to mention so far. "That's Deadeye's ship... The man we were supposed to meet... Does anyone know where he is?" She approaches closer to the wreckage slowly, trying to spot any signs of the captain while at the same trying not to cross any boundaries put by the guards if there are any.

“Heh ’Deadeye’ what a cool name.” Nae says almost absent minded “I wanna check it out...“

if it’s not too far out Nae will run and jump into the water and swim toward the ship making an Arcana check on the vines: 22. Or a Nature check if that makes more sense: 6  Whilst calling out “Is anyone stuck or need help in this wreck?”

If it’s too far away Nae will simply stay on the dock and try to notice anything suspicious as well as ask “Is there anyone still on the ship that needs help?”

Both ways around it she will ask aloud likely to deaf ears but intended for her patron “Hey. Tall dark and mystical. What happened here?”

Zacharias looks away from and then back at Ilmater. "I still don't understand. Is this Martyrdom? Did I not earn an eternal reward for my life of service to you?" He waves an arm around the Enn. "You say these people are waiting, but what, exactly, are they waiting for? Do I have some kind of choice to make?"

((small note, but has Dordis gotten a long rest yet or was that a short rest?)) 

The Tower - Level 2 - Hall of 20 Traps: Trap #6

Xamodas:  (Actually, it's a DEX SAVE)

1    A spear ruthlessly tears through you!  Your blood splatters on the wall, and the pain sends you reeling.  However, you barely manage to steady yourself on a safe tile as the trap resets itself.  

Now...back to acrobatics...((Luck be with you!))

Baron's Mansion:

Ulrich:  "Better a coward than a fool!" Dane spits.  You being moving the furniture in place  ((They are fused into the woodwork, you would not be able to move them without injuring them.))

Redport:

Mikal:  "Fan Guo is my name."  He shakes your hand, but adds "Most people around here bow as a greeting, not everyone is as kind to travelers as I am."    He pulls out a colorful looking dowel ,inserting it into a slot above a wheel in front of the drivers seat, and it begins to glow.  There is a small lever on the wheel which seems to control how far the dowel goes into the slot, when it moves in, glowing brighter the more it moves in.  There is a pedal on the floor that acts as a brake, and the wheel steers it. 

"Life in Redport?  Ah, well, it's a bit like any other port, but with a splash of Saisei culture.  We enjoy a lot more liberties than some of the towns closer to the captial, cause of the vast amount of cultures that come through.  We aren't apart of it though, we're an independent city alinged with the Cardinal Ports, don't get that mixed up"  He makes a hard brake, and shakes his fist and a passing wagon, yelling in a language you don't understand.  "Yeah, bad traffic, but lot's of good food, art, architecture, and, oh yeah..."  he presses a button near the steering wheel, and you hear music.  "...we got this thing called The Wavelength, you can listen to channels all over the south,  I highly reccomend picking up a Buoy.  It's pretty much what everyone is talking about around here."

Corvidae - Rosebush Tent: ((long rest))

Dordis:  You try to Spectate, taking a glance around for Connor's Soul, but you don't see any sign of it.  The doctor's soul seems to have some kind of shroud around it, but it is fairly weak at the moment, you suppose you could probe deeper...the wounds on Zacharias seem to be gone, but there is clear differences in skin tone where they used to be.

The doctor rolls his eyes at your light show.  "Yeah, your getting there."  he continues.  "He was always going on about his god.  I don't think he would pass up the chance to pass on to the next life.  If you disagree go find Connor and see if he scrounged up enough money.  Otherwise-"

"Otherwise you can come scrounge up money with me!"  Shouts a voice entering the tent, belonging to a huge red dragonborn with a greataxe on their back.  "Who cares if an evil warlock is potentially on a breakneck pace to becoming godlike, we got friends to save!"

Dungeon: Trial of ???:

((Well, I guessI did say that Jogs could barely lift the medium, putting it around...500 pounds (5x5x5 = 125.  , so the larger block is twice along each dimension so...(10x10x10 = 1000 = 125 *8;  500 * 8 = 4000.   4000 pounds, then, good luck pushing that thing.  So that's where the 8 in Enlarge/Reduce comes from...of course, this is really if they were cubes, not blocks, but still, 500, 4000))

Orina & Jogs (Bunny Battallion):  It looks like, if the large block were turned it longways, it would be just long enough, but it might tip over into the pit halfway across.  

Considering you can still see some light, there must be something below the crushing gears where the hammers are moving around from.  Hainsley flies over and across the pit  "What like this?" then flies back.  "Grr was saying something about it jamming as soon as the door was opened, so, perhaps we should just, you know close the door?"

Grr comes when called.  "Hand, no lift, but floating, can do.  What float?"  ((There is a small ledge on the opposite wall below the block hole))

Corvidae:

 Nessaja:  The barkeep, a strapping human takes your gold coin.  "Well, quite a few orgainizations are around the fairgrounds, that's a good place to look;  I hear the king's come down from the North to participate in the tournament.  If your looking for notable people from around here, look now further than the Caretakers.  Are you from around here?"

Blackport -> Corvidae:

Leshanna:  "All I know is that she is a skilled Black Dragon, and that her name is Lucillie."

Access Tunnel:

Yaw:  Your weapon easiliy seperates it's soft exterior, but when you pull it out, you see acrid smoking, as your weapon begins dissolving (-1 penalty to future attacks with that weapon)

"Yeah, I'll show you alright.  P-P-P-Poison, baby!  Save: 19   Damage: 3

The Grey ooze shudders from the poison, and lashes at Rattles with a pseudopod.  Attack: 13 Damage: 13

((See, THIS is why DM's fudge dice rolls))Rattles is downed and dead making death saving throws, cause he actually put points into Con!  It's Yaw's turn.

Greenport:

Noldeme & Nae:  "No survivors, or at least we haven't found any.  Captain probably went down with the ship." says the bystander.  As Nae dives into the water, she immediately see that the vines had to come from somewhere magical, Nae has an eerie feeling since the vines are covered with colorful flowers, it reminds Nae of her own magic.  Nae call out, but you do not hear anyone call back.  Your patron does not respond.

The Enn:

Zacharias:  "Souls come here to decide what happens next:  Ressurection, Final Judgement, Reincarnation...did you think you did not have a choice in the matter, that I would decide for you?  Yes, if you wish, you may pass your soul on to my realm in Celestia, earned through your actions.  Corvidae is a strange place in that regard, but even I must honor it.  But your actions would be just as well regarded by Bahamut, I'm sure he may make you a worthy dragon in the next life...but you made your actions known to me, so I have come to guide you, and you made my name known, not his, so I will do all in my power to help."

Nae will take her dagger out and cut part of the vine off and put it in a flask for later analysis look around once more then swim back

Nae climbs back onto the dock still soaked from her brief swim "Alright Nold, s'all right if I call you that or would you rather Noldeme or Eme? Anyway, whats the plan now?  Search for your friend? or do ya think..." Nae looks back to the drowned ship as she trails off "Im probably asking to many questions."  Nae will sit down on the dock looking at the ship, then down at herself Am i the cause of this? Nae thinks. Nae's face flushes in horror at the thought. She looks like she may throw up

Blackport > Corvidae

"Very well."  Leshanna says with a nod.  "If there is nothing else you need of me, I need to finish escorting these people on to Corvidae..."

Greenport:

Noldeme checks the wreckage of the boat from afar instead of going inside the water. "Not how I expected this day to start... Unfortunate for the captain. If he didn't survive, it's terrible, but even if he did, his boat is still gone for good." She says, not only to the commoner that was informing them but to Nae that was coming closer.

As Nae approaches back on land, Noldeme smiles at the compliment and responds. "Not really used to nicknames... I know few people on a personal level, and those I work with will generally call me by my function instead of my name. Not that I have a problem with it, you can call me what you feel like calling me. And hey, no worries about the questions, it is important to think what we're gonna do next..." After finishing, she pauses a little probably try to assessing what her plan would be.

"Although tragic, it isn't our job to seek the survivors of this incident. The guards can do this well on their own. I may want to tell you what was my relationship to the captain, but it isn't something that'll necessarily need to stop us. I'm ready to leave, heading to Corvidae if you are."

Access Tunnel:

Yaw: Pulling my rapier from its body, I see the damage its flesh has done but I must persevere!

"Rattles!" I shout as he drops to the ground at my feet.

With renewed vigor, I lash out again at my foe, aiming to kill!

"I'd have your head if you had one!"

Attack: 19 Damage: 8

"Yep yep." Nae stands up slowly "Alright Eme, lead they way" The color slowly comes back into Nae's face. Nae drinks a bit out of her waterflask and puts it back "Hey by the way I have a bit of that vine if you want to take a look at it. You might be able to figure out more from it than me. It, uh... It looks like the sort of thing my powers would produce."

Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of ???

Jogs looks at Orina, shakes her head, shrugs.  She closes the door and sits on the floor, hammer across her knees and looks expectantly at Orina.

Xamodas grunts as the spear rips through him.  Taking another hit like that would not do.

Still, I must persevere.

Acrobatics (or Dex Save)

9

FAILURE

18

Greenport:

Noldeme gives a puzzled look at Nae saying she wanted her to take a look, saying. "I'm not really much in knowing about the plants, and all of that, but... I could give it a try." She examines the vine.

Arcana 15

Nature 2

Baron's Mansion 

Ulrich pushes as much of the furniture in front of the door as he can manage. If Dane is still in the room, as Ulrich walks back he will touch him and cast Light ( Dex save 13)

He will go over to the survivors and sits down next to the one who looks the most aware. "I am sorry, but I must ask you some questions. We killed the monster with the dripping flesh. That was what took you down there? Did whatever that is down there ever come up?"

The Tower - Level 2 - Hall of Twenty Traps - Trap #7:

Xamodas: You manage to dodge another springloaded blade.  There is sweat dripping from your brow, and blood dripping from your wound.  Your torch has still not illuminated the end of the hall.  ((I don't even know if this is statistically plausible, but I believe.  FIGHT ON!))

Greenport:

Noldeme & Nae: You part with the scene, soaked throughly.  You still need to decide how to begin your journey: over, around, or through the mountains.  There is a tunnel that would be the fastest way.

As you're walking, you think for a split second you notice a raven flying overhead, but you look up and nothing is there.

Blackport -> Corvidae:

Leshanna:  "Good luck, dragon.  I would stay wary of trouble along the road, their are rumors of demon attacks, it would be a shame if you missed your mark."  With that, he boards back on his horse, and speeds away from you.

"Yikes." says the woman in the cart.  "Alright, get a move on, driver."

You continue your journey down the road, it is night, it is another days journey to Corvidae (By the way, I was assuming that leshanna was sitting on top of the covered cart to get the best view of practice targets.) The woman asks "So hey, what are you headed to Corvidae for anyway, you won't be able to waltz in there with a Trebuchet.  Got some dirty work, or are you hoping to impress at the tournament?  And just what is your name anyway?"

Access Tunnel:

Yaw: With a swift thrust, the ooze dissapates and loses form 100 XP.  Rattles is half submerged on the ground, his wounds sizzling, and he is muttering things. 5

Dungeon: Trial of ???:

Orina & Jogs (Bunny Battalion):  Jogs sits on the floor as the door is closed, with a click, it slowly reels and shuts back into place, hoping that there will be something nasty to swing at soon ((In due time, I promise)) .  You notice there is no handle on this side, as it locks solidly, and the room goes dark (cause the light was shining in from outside, not bright indeed), however, you can still see a pair of catoonish eyes that must be Hainsley's 

You wait just for a moment, and you then feel a horrible wrenching sensation through every fiber of your body.  Your ear's are assailed by earth shattering grinding noises, and there is an intense wave of heat.   Everybody make a constitution saving throw.

Hainsley Constitution: 4

Orina and Jogs (Bunny Batallion) | Rabbit Warren Dungeon / Trial of ???

(OOC: There's still plenty of light around us, because Orina's shield is shining like the beacon that she made it to be, and if that wasn't enough, she doubled up and took back her now day-glowing electric blanket with her. :)   The aperture is lit up from Jog's torch ATM. )

"Ugh" Orina groans, sweat beading on her brow as a feeling of sweltering heat descends.

Constitution Save: 11

Corvidae — Rosebush tent

Dordis Falthenfyern  

Dordis jumps back as the Dragonborn enters, but his anxiety is immediately removed from his facial expression as he sees him in detail; His lights also dissipate as the room fades back to its original color. Dordis is intrigued by this Dragonborn's appearance, if only for the fact that he's only seen them in rough artworks and light reading;Fixing hisbcomposure to match that of an excited scholar, he leans towards the Dragonborn in a bow, "I—Indeed! Sorry for my er—surprise, I have never seen Dragonborn in true flesh once before! I do believe we should at least carry on with Zacharias at our side if we are to take this warlock in a skirmish." He stutters much from his flustered expression, taking out his green leather notebook to write down the Dragonborn's features. He eventually stops and clears his throat, " I'm sorry for my manners. My name is Dordis, and I met Zacharias for roughly 4 minutes, but I do think he will play a part in stopping this warlock's scheme."  Dordis rifles through his pack to find a bronze comb to fix his brown hair, waiting for a reply from the Dragonborn.

Xamodas continues on!

Implausible? Sure. But his odds aren't much better if he retreats and has to dance past the seven traps. He has ~65% chance to pass a given trap, and ~65% chance to avoid damage from the ones he springs. And he has a 50% chance to survive another spear like the one that hit him. 

But never tell him the odds.

Acrobatics

20

19

9

Failure!

13

Corvidae:

 Nessaja:  The barkeep, a strapping human takes your gold coin.  "Well, quite a few orgainizations are around the fairgrounds, that's a good place to look;  I hear the king's come down from the North to participate in the tournament.  If your looking for notable people from around here, look now further than the Caretakers.  Are you from around here?"

I say "Nay, I am from Waterdeep. My family owns the fishermans warf there. The caretakers you say? Are they at the fairgrounds?" I hand him another gold piece. 

Zacharias closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his face sinking. When he reopens his eyes, he looks sad. "As much as I would love to enter into eternity and enjoy being with you in person, I wonder if that is selfish. No," he says, blinking slowly, "I know it is selfish. If you are offering to me the chance to return to my earthly vessel so that I can still help others, that ... that is what I choose." He narrows his eyes as he stares into Ilmater's, trying to intuit whether he is making the right choice. (Insight: 12)