This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(Initiative 15)
Three crocodiles swim up to Abigail, attempting to bite at her as they surround her. Again, their bites rather gentle. 2) Bite Attack: 17 Damage: 3 3) Bite Attack: 16 Damage: 3 4) Bite Attack: 12 Damage: 3
(Initiative 7 - auto / time)
Abigail... takes a swing with her sword, and a swing with the other at the crocodiles pinning her down.
Summary: Wilson takes a shot, but it goes wide, managing to just miss the beasts. Four of the crocodiles swim over to Morgan, biting at her arms and legs. One manages to bite them, dunking her into the water over and over. (3 dmg). Morgan's armor bursts, flash freezing the one that just bit her. From their rapier, a blast of of eldritch energy spews out, killing the beast that was just holding her and injuring another. Lafetha pushes through the water, heading back. She tosses over a stone at the crocodile just blasted by Morgan, the magical rock cracking it's head wide open and the creature expires. Three crocodiles swim over to Morgan, their light bites grabbing her and dunking her into the water over and over (6). Abigail, in response, takes a swing that goes wide, before stabbing one of the ones on her. Sim, seeing Abigail in distress, takes aim at the injured creature and let's loose with a arrow. The arrow striking through it's thick hide and piercing it's heart.
Round 3 (Begin)
Setup: From the houses, lights are turning on and shouting can be heard. It's still a little bit too far away to tell. One of the doors swings open, as a humanoid figure comes out while wearing... nothing. Waving their arms frantically at you all.
Two crocodiles are left around Abigail, one of them biting. Two crocodiles are on Morgan still, flanking her.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
If Morgan is grappled again:
"I don't think you guys understand the pattern I'm laying before you!" Eldritch Blast ((disadvantage applied to both attacks)) Attack: 13 Damage: 7 Attack: 10 Damage: 6 and then move towards the naked man.
If Morgan remains ungrappled:
Morgan looks at the naked guy, "Are these your's? you need a permit and obvious signaged if you want to keep them! What if I was selling cookies? Use the Dodge Action and move towards the naked man.
Sim seeing the frantic waiving person stops and yells for the others to stop. He then moves 60 feet and then he moves another 60 feet to the hut and calls out to the man. "What is wrong?"
Wilson, seeing the person come out, readies an action to shoot the first crocodile that tries to bite one of the crew.
The crocodile's still alive, seeing the person come out, turn around and begin to swim back. Except the one that's still holding Abigail and dunking her under the water over and over.
(Round 3 - End - Combat Ends)
Abigail bonks the crocodile dunking her on the head twice, the creature passing out from the blow. It will likely drown if not carried.
Sim dives back into the water, the cloak assisting with moving, before bursting back out. Face covered in gunk and a slight stinging in the eyes.
The person, a naked heavy set Rana (Elf) woman with thick arms keeps waving. Nearby, two others are coming out carrying some crossbows. They seem to have taken a moment to slip some overalls on, while the woman is still quite naked.
"You'll dumbtr'velers're killinour crocs. Wh'tkind tr'velers donknow pl'yful croc from d'ngerouscroc," the heavy accent mutters something that is a kind of local jargon, "step through prime'n'proper'n'property."
From the look behind the homes on stilts, three other people - dressed similarly as those in these houses - are currently moving as fast as possible back towards the homes. Each of them on a set of stilts that keeps them a few feet above the water. Each carry some kind of equally long tool, both used for balance as they run, and might be a kind of grasping device, or shovel, or spear.
Abigail attempts to carry/float the croc with her as she moves toward the houses. "Well, hard to figure out the playful crocs from the dangerous crocs, when they are biting and dunking you... Have to make a split second decision all the same."
The woman looks over at the crocodile slung up and over the shoulder of Abigail. Studying it as she scratches her chest, seeing if it's alive.
"Don'tdo in'no'sw'mp if you cn'tell wh't-s-wh't." she huffs as she puts her hands on her hips. "Seein you cuttin upour livestock, suspect youbein reimbursin us'on'the loss? 20 gold perhed shouldo." She does glance back over to Sim, a finger waving around towards him. "You gonn need doctor, swimmin in thishere w'ter."
Morgan starts slogging their way over to this person, completely fascinated, "swimmin in thishere w'ter." They say under their breathe.
They call out, "you'll have to take recompense up with our team leader, who very importantly, is not me... this time. Listen, were here trailing a Brontisaurus... You wouldn't happen to have seen one come by here? Also if this water causes illness, how do you get around? or even live out here for that matter?"
If Abigail calls for a group pooling of funds to pay Morgan this will donate 4 go, but could be badgered into giving up 5.
She gives a slow nod."Seen'lot things. Comin. Goin. You," she gestures across the party, "got debt," she walks inside. Taking a few minutes to come back out finally wearing some pants and a shirt. She, too, now carrying a crossbow along with the two others standing near her. The three others on stilts still walking towards the homes. "80 gold or equ'l tr'd."
Sim listens to her and says “I am sorry about the loss of your crocs but I won’t be paying 20g a head. I will offer 20g total as a token of my respect for your loss and in way of apology but if you want to keep your crocs out of harms way then I would suggest a fence. We are allowed to protect ourselves when something begins to attack us and try to hurt us. Additionally I will offer to butcher them for you so you may have the food as well.”
She shakes her head. "You not keep'n croc on'rope. Need r'nge to move'n'live. Folks here know. 'Nd killing them in the sw'mp? B'dme't" She waves a meaty finger in the air. "20 gold per he'd's f'ir."
Abigail & Lafetha: Something about her saying 20 gold and fair... you feel that you could attempt to talk her down in the per head cost. Some gut instinct in how she emphasized the word.
Lafetha walks up closer and tells the lady, " 20 a head? That's ridiculous! The way I see it we did you a favor. Now you don't have to do as much work. We can bring them to you, and my friend Sim offered to butcher them up for you. I don't see why we need to pay anything."
"F'vor? Oh R'na child," she shakes her head. "M'de us lose teeth'n'blood'n'eggs. Urine'n good nose for pe't."
She shifts her weight a bit while the other two continue to keep their crossbows trained at the group. "Me't the poor thing they good with. Old ones we sold for me't, but don't killem n bog w'ter." Her crossbow falls on her shoulder a bit, "ButIthink you honest. Sohow'bout we cut it. 17 gold, per croc you killed."
"I do not suppose there are other ways we could repay this debt beyond gold? Presently, our contract for payment from our employer hinges upon our ability to find his stolen cargo, so if there is another way we can recompense you without coin or for a significantly lower rate, that might be much more agreeable alternative for all parties."
The trio turn and talk to one another in a hushed tone. Every so often one peaking from their huddle to look at the crew, before rejoining the huddle. Then, one of them turns and says something to a person inside.
The language is vastly different than what they were talking before. (INT/History Check, DC 26 to know what it is) A sing-song tone to it, back and forth, before they look to you all.
"Wec'n comeup with'n 'rr'ngement..."
Option 1 7 Weapons and/or Armors from the group OR 2 healing potions or 1 other kind of magic potion
Option 2 "My husb'nd run'te shop, whereyou c'mefrom. You go b'ck right now'n'getamjil (said in that other language), then right'n'back. We c'll itevens."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Sim pipes up. “You and I both know that you run the risk of losing crocs in a swamp anyway. Especially a swamp where a hydra roams. I will give you 13g per head and call it even.”
She shakes her head while rolling her eyes. "First on'rope, now no on'rope.... 17 gold per..." and then she continues to list the other options.
The other three on stilts have all arrived by now, dressed except up out of the water a bit. Each of them having two other crocodiles swimming around their stilts.
(Initiative 15)
Three crocodiles swim up to Abigail, attempting to bite at her as they surround her. Again, their bites rather gentle.
2) Bite Attack: 17 Damage: 3
3) Bite Attack: 16 Damage: 3
4) Bite Attack: 12 Damage: 3
(Initiative 7 - auto / time)
Abigail... takes a swing with her sword, and a swing with the other at the crocodiles pinning her down.
Attack: 11 Damage: 9
Attack: 22 Damage: 6
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Round 2 (End)
Summary: Wilson takes a shot, but it goes wide, managing to just miss the beasts. Four of the crocodiles swim over to Morgan, biting at her arms and legs. One manages to bite them, dunking her into the water over and over. (3 dmg). Morgan's armor bursts, flash freezing the one that just bit her. From their rapier, a blast of of eldritch energy spews out, killing the beast that was just holding her and injuring another. Lafetha pushes through the water, heading back. She tosses over a stone at the crocodile just blasted by Morgan, the magical rock cracking it's head wide open and the creature expires. Three crocodiles swim over to Morgan, their light bites grabbing her and dunking her into the water over and over (6). Abigail, in response, takes a swing that goes wide, before stabbing one of the ones on her. Sim, seeing Abigail in distress, takes aim at the injured creature and let's loose with a arrow. The arrow striking through it's thick hide and piercing it's heart.
Round 3 (Begin)
Setup: From the houses, lights are turning on and shouting can be heard. It's still a little bit too far away to tell. One of the doors swings open, as a humanoid figure comes out while wearing... nothing. Waving their arms frantically at you all.
Two crocodiles are left around Abigail, one of them biting. Two crocodiles are on Morgan still, flanking her.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
If Morgan is grappled again:
"I don't think you guys understand the pattern I'm laying before you!" Eldritch Blast ((disadvantage applied to both attacks)) Attack: 13 Damage: 7 Attack: 10 Damage: 6 and then move towards the naked man.
If Morgan remains ungrappled:
Morgan looks at the naked guy, "Are these your's? you need a permit and obvious signaged if you want to keep them! What if I was selling cookies? Use the Dodge Action and move towards the naked man.
Abigail notices the naked waving frantic person... "Pet crocs? That would be a new one for me..."
Any remaining crocodiles within range...
Main Hand Short Sword Hilt-to-Head : Attack: 14 Damage: 8
Off Hand Short Sword Hilt-to-Head: Attack: 13 Damage: 7
Sim seeing the frantic waiving person stops and yells for the others to stop. He then moves 60 feet and then he moves another 60 feet to the hut and calls out to the man. "What is wrong?"
Wilson, seeing the person come out, readies an action to shoot the first crocodile that tries to bite one of the crew.
The crocodile's still alive, seeing the person come out, turn around and begin to swim back. Except the one that's still holding Abigail and dunking her under the water over and over.
(Round 3 - End - Combat Ends)
Abigail bonks the crocodile dunking her on the head twice, the creature passing out from the blow. It will likely drown if not carried.
Sim dives back into the water, the cloak assisting with moving, before bursting back out. Face covered in gunk and a slight stinging in the eyes.
The person, a naked heavy set Rana (Elf) woman with thick arms keeps waving. Nearby, two others are coming out carrying some crossbows. They seem to have taken a moment to slip some overalls on, while the woman is still quite naked.
"You'll dumbtr'velers're killinour crocs. Wh'tkind tr'velers donknow pl'yful croc from d'ngerouscroc," the heavy accent mutters something that is a kind of local jargon, "step through prime'n'proper'n'property."
From the look behind the homes on stilts, three other people - dressed similarly as those in these houses - are currently moving as fast as possible back towards the homes. Each of them on a set of stilts that keeps them a few feet above the water. Each carry some kind of equally long tool, both used for balance as they run, and might be a kind of grasping device, or shovel, or spear.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail attempts to carry/float the croc with her as she moves toward the houses. "Well, hard to figure out the playful crocs from the dangerous crocs, when they are biting and dunking you... Have to make a split second decision all the same."
The woman looks over at the crocodile slung up and over the shoulder of Abigail. Studying it as she scratches her chest, seeing if it's alive.
"Don'tdo in'no'sw'mp if you cn'tell wh't-s-wh't." she huffs as she puts her hands on her hips. "Seein you cuttin upour livestock, suspect youbein reimbursin us'on'the loss? 20 gold perhed shouldo." She does glance back over to Sim, a finger waving around towards him. "You gonn need doctor, swimmin in thishere w'ter."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Morgan starts slogging their way over to this person, completely fascinated, "swimmin in thishere w'ter." They say under their breathe.
They call out, "you'll have to take recompense up with our team leader, who very importantly, is not me... this time. Listen, were here trailing a Brontisaurus... You wouldn't happen to have seen one come by here? Also if this water causes illness, how do you get around? or even live out here for that matter?"
If Abigail calls for a group pooling of funds to pay Morgan this will donate 4 go, but could be badgered into giving up 5.
She gives a slow nod."Seen'lot things. Comin. Goin. You," she gestures across the party, "got debt," she walks inside. Taking a few minutes to come back out finally wearing some pants and a shirt. She, too, now carrying a crossbow along with the two others standing near her. The three others on stilts still walking towards the homes. "80 gold or equ'l tr'd."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Sim listens to her and says “I am sorry about the loss of your crocs but I won’t be paying 20g a head. I will offer 20g total as a token of my respect for your loss and in way of apology but if you want to keep your crocs out of harms way then I would suggest a fence. We are allowed to protect ourselves when something begins to attack us and try to hurt us. Additionally I will offer to butcher them for you so you may have the food as well.”
persuasion 11
She shakes her head. "You not keep'n croc on'rope. Need r'nge to move'n'live. Folks here know. 'Nd killing them in the sw'mp? B'dme't" She waves a meaty finger in the air. "20 gold per he'd's f'ir."
Abigail & Lafetha: Something about her saying 20 gold and fair... you feel that you could attempt to talk her down in the per head cost. Some gut instinct in how she emphasized the word.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Lafetha walks up closer and tells the lady, " 20 a head? That's ridiculous! The way I see it we did you a favor. Now you don't have to do as much work. We can bring them to you, and my friend Sim offered to butcher them up for you. I don't see why we need to pay anything."
If needed
persuasion 18
"F'vor? Oh R'na child," she shakes her head. "M'de us lose teeth'n'blood'n'eggs. Urine'n good nose for pe't."
She shifts her weight a bit while the other two continue to keep their crossbows trained at the group. "Me't the poor thing they good with. Old ones we sold for me't, but don't killem n bog w'ter." Her crossbow falls on her shoulder a bit, "ButIthink you honest. Sohow'bout we cut it. 17 gold, per croc you killed."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"I do not suppose there are other ways we could repay this debt beyond gold? Presently, our contract for payment from our employer hinges upon our ability to find his stolen cargo, so if there is another way we can recompense you without coin or for a significantly lower rate, that might be much more agreeable alternative for all parties."
The trio turn and talk to one another in a hushed tone. Every so often one peaking from their huddle to look at the crew, before rejoining the huddle. Then, one of them turns and says something to a person inside.
The language is vastly different than what they were talking before. (INT/History Check, DC 26 to know what it is) A sing-song tone to it, back and forth, before they look to you all.
"Wec'n comeup with'n 'rr'ngement..."
Option 1
7 Weapons and/or Armors from the group
OR
2 healing potions or 1 other kind of magic potion
Option 2
"My husb'nd run'te shop, whereyou c'mefrom. You go b'ck right now'n'get amjil (said in that other language), then right'n'back. We c'll itevens."
"Or, we cut th't de'l of 17 gold'a croc."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail cocks her head a bit, "What is amjil? Is that a person, or an good that he has?"
She gives a bit of a nod. “Amjil ‘s amjil.” There’s a bit of a shrug as if there isn’t a direct translation of the word. “‘Pound shoul’do”
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Sim pipes up. “You and I both know that you run the risk of losing crocs in a swamp anyway. Especially a swamp where a hydra roams. I will give you 13g per head and call it even.”
persuasion 15
She shakes her head while rolling her eyes. "First on'rope, now no on'rope.... 17 gold per..." and then she continues to list the other options.
The other three on stilts have all arrived by now, dressed except up out of the water a bit. Each of them having two other crocodiles swimming around their stilts.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour