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Abigail:
Weeks Gone: 31 (15 +10 (Feat) + 2 (Travel) + 2 (Carousing) + 2 (fighting)) Total Spent: 2168 (743 + 250 (Feat) + 80 (Travel) + 60 (Comfort) + 975 (stuff) + 60 (Carousing)) Carousing: Gain 2 Mid Class Favors. Gain 2 Low Class favors. (can keep a max # of favors of CHA MOD +1; min 1) -3 Lore Gain Feat Fighting 1 DC Checks: 13, 21, 15 Fighting 2 DC Checks: 21, 12, 9
Pit Fighting: 3 Success (200 gold) Pit Fighting: 1 Success (50 gold) Complication: 2 In your second fight, you defeat a champion of the people, especially for the more modest business owners. You've drawn their ire, and they'll remember this. (You can lose 1 mid class favor to smooth this over; or, the honest stores and merchants will remember in Dunnour)
The Town of Rest Base of the Widowpeak Mountains 8 Months After the Crew Splits from the Windhook
Orta carefully wraps up the crying Mosari baby, wiping the film from it's greyish-green skin. The soft tanned hide and fine threads keeping the child safe inside the humid hut the Witch Orta calls home. Whicker basket rocking on her head just a bit as that large green eye looks across the newborn child. "Shhh, little one. No reason to be afraid. This world will be yours."
She finishes swaddling the infant, walking to a small alcove. The Mayor sitting by his wife; having given birth mere hours ago. Both of them tired, sweaty, but brightly smiling. "Here you are, my lord. A perfect baby, in every way."
"Boy or a girl?"
"Girl."
"Ahh," the Mayor winces just a bit as his wife flicks his ear. "Orta, thank you for being the midwife. I don't think...."
One of the Witch's long fingers moves up into the air, wagging a bit. "No. Thank you, for letting me assist you both on this journey." What seems to be a smile crosses her lips under the gaps in the whicker. "Now, take your little blended joy. I am going to head to the fields, and collect some roots. A tea for you, madam." Her hunched frame seems to give a bow after returning the baby.
As Orta walks towards her favorite spots in the caves to gather, a figure seems to step out of the air beside Orta. Tattered cloth across the face and chest; held together by belts strapped along a Tortle's Shell. A clawed skeletal hand slipping out from the rags to keep a face with a smile that's simply too wide from drawing attention from under the rags. Spiders A periodic spider seeming to fall down from one of the feet, before crawling back up.
"Girl?"
"Yes, Master," Orta replies. Not breaking stride.
"So. We may be able to break the seal."
"If I train and turn her to our coven," Orta pauses to grab a few loose roots of weeds that sprawl aorund the salt mine. "Then yes."
"I believe in you, Orta," the figure's hand reaches out to force Orta to turn and look upon it's face. The rotting scales slowly falling off of what was once Yaalin. Eyes burning in like eclipsed suns. "Make sure she learns."
Orta's breath becomes staggered for a moment. As if understanding the threat. "Of course, my master."
Staying in Sumnergard, Lafetha is going to try to enhance her skills (skill expert) proficient: stealth expertise: perception
Week 1: 4
Week 2: 4
Week 3: 7
Week 4: 1
Week 5: 4
Week 6: 3
Week 7: 3
Week 8: 2
Week 9: 3
Week 10: 9
Week 31- Underground Fighting
Athletics 27
Acrobatics 7
Attack 12
Issues 1
Week 32 - Underground Fighting
Athletics 26
Acrobatics 22
Attack 7
Issues 8
Abigail:
Weeks Gone: 31 (15 +10 (Feat) + 2 (Travel) + 2 (Carousing) + 2 (fighting))
Total Spent: 2168 (743 + 250 (Feat) + 80 (Travel) + 60 (Comfort) + 975 (stuff) + 60 (Carousing))
Carousing: Gain 2 Mid Class Favors. Gain 2 Low Class favors. (can keep a max # of favors of CHA MOD +1; min 1)
-3 Lore
Gain Feat
Fighting 1 DC Checks: 13, 21, 15
Fighting 2 DC Checks: 21, 12, 9
Pit Fighting: 3 Success (200 gold)
Pit Fighting: 1 Success (50 gold)
Complication: 2
In your second fight, you defeat a champion of the people, especially for the more modest business owners. You've drawn their ire, and they'll remember this. (You can lose 1 mid class favor to smooth this over; or, the honest stores and merchants will remember in Dunnour)
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Lafetha:
Weeks Gone: 31 (21 Weeks +10 feat)
Total Spent: 2710 (2460+250 feat)
-3 Lore
Gain Feat
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Tarak:
Weeks Gone:32 Weeks (8 Weeks + 10 (Feat) + 1 (Research) + 10 (Feat) + 3 Underground Fighting)
Total Spent: 2370 (960 + 500 (items) + 360 (Comfortable) + 250 (Feat) +50 (Research) + 250 (Feat))
Lore: -4 (-3 +2 -3)
Underground Fighting 1 DC: 16, 12, 14
Underground Fighting 2 DC: 8, 15, 22
Underground Fighting 3 DC: 19, 16, 17
Fight 1: 1 Success 50 gold
Fight 2: 1 Success 50 gold
Fight 3: 0 Success 0 Gold
Total: +100 gold
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Tarak also takes some time to clear out excess equipment and restock other things. Persuasion 5
Things to Sell
- Chain Mail
Things to Buy
- Longsword
- Silvering for my 3 swords
- Health Potions x4
- Holy Water (Flask)
- Spyglass
Tarak:
Weeks Gone:32 Weeks
Total Spent: 3772 (2370 - 1502 (Stuff))
+ 5 silver
Longsword - 15g
Silvering x3 - 300g
Holy Water - 25g
Spyglass - 1,000g
Chainmail +37g 5 silver
Potion of Healing (Basic) x4 - 200g
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
The Town of Rest
Base of the Widowpeak Mountains
8 Months After the Crew Splits from the Windhook
Orta carefully wraps up the crying Mosari baby, wiping the film from it's greyish-green skin. The soft tanned hide and fine threads keeping the child safe inside the humid hut the Witch Orta calls home. Whicker basket rocking on her head just a bit as that large green eye looks across the newborn child. "Shhh, little one. No reason to be afraid. This world will be yours."
She finishes swaddling the infant, walking to a small alcove. The Mayor sitting by his wife; having given birth mere hours ago. Both of them tired, sweaty, but brightly smiling. "Here you are, my lord. A perfect baby, in every way."
"Boy or a girl?"
"Girl."
"Ahh," the Mayor winces just a bit as his wife flicks his ear. "Orta, thank you for being the midwife. I don't think...."
One of the Witch's long fingers moves up into the air, wagging a bit. "No. Thank you, for letting me assist you both on this journey." What seems to be a smile crosses her lips under the gaps in the whicker. "Now, take your little blended joy. I am going to head to the fields, and collect some roots. A tea for you, madam." Her hunched frame seems to give a bow after returning the baby.
As Orta walks towards her favorite spots in the caves to gather, a figure seems to step out of the air beside Orta. Tattered cloth across the face and chest; held together by belts strapped along a Tortle's Shell. A clawed skeletal hand slipping out from the rags to keep a face with a smile that's simply too wide from drawing attention from under the rags. Spiders A periodic spider seeming to fall down from one of the feet, before crawling back up.
"Girl?"
"Yes, Master," Orta replies. Not breaking stride.
"So. We may be able to break the seal."
"If I train and turn her to our coven," Orta pauses to grab a few loose roots of weeds that sprawl aorund the salt mine. "Then yes."
"I believe in you, Orta," the figure's hand reaches out to force Orta to turn and look upon it's face. The rotting scales slowly falling off of what was once Yaalin. Eyes burning in like eclipsed suns. "Make sure she learns."
Orta's breath becomes staggered for a moment. As if understanding the threat. "Of course, my master."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour