Kerric takes a good look around. It was already pretty dark, dingy and dank in this lair, but now everything was splattered, spattered, scattered and tattered from the skirmish. Blood and viscera pooled around the bodies, soaking into the carpet and flooring at your feet. Your boots stick and squish as you walk aboot.
Following close behind the elf, Anya spots a potion clutched in the hags hand. It's a vile that looks as though it's filled with liquid fire, however is cool to the touch.
(Any one brave enough to stick their pinky in it and taste it will discover that it's a potion of fire resistance.)
Ebele struggles to hold herself up while also struggling to hold her lunch. The woman was whiter than her weeping mask. She'd turn herself away as she gagged, trying to keep herself together. The monk decides to pass her staff over to Nayreen to free up a hand so she could feel around for somewhere to sit while still applying pressure to her wound. Fumbling around she eventually finds a wooden surface and plops down on it. It creaks as she lays herself back and rests a foot on the floor to stop the room (her head) from spinning. Good enough. Meanwhile there are four available, valuable, maybe a bit bloody, fine wooden chairs nearby.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker would recognize that creak from earlier.
It's a wooden chest.
Anyone looking that way would catch a faint red glow coming from a small crack in the chest Ebele found herself on.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker yawns a wide stretching yawn, shaking his head a bit. "Sorry folks, I think I sorta zoned out there for a minute. It's been a day. You know?"
He glances at where Ebele is sitting, while re-adjusting his hat a bit, brushing some of his hair under the rim, "Um, you're butt is glowing."
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Nayreen's brow quirked, was now an appropriate time to be complementing a companion's... Then the apprentice would turn to face Ebele who was laying on a wooden chest. Indeed, there was a red glow.
The blonde monk was weakly fumbling around, feeling around her bandages in a feeble attempt to salvage what patch jobs she could. However, there was obviously not much she could do at the moment. "At least it's not burning?" Ebele mutters absentmindedly as she flops her arms to the side in resignation of trying to mend herself.
Nayreen rests Ebele's staff against the wall then moves in. She scoops the wounded woman up off the chest. "There, now you may access the treasures you seek." Nayreen says as she carries Ebele to the chairs, laying her down across them so she may rest.
The individual who opens the chest will discover 190gp, 8pp and the source of the red light. Wrapped in black silk is a longsword made of dragon bone and with a dragon-leather grip. The sword grows warm while in hand, and has rubies in its pommel and hilt which are currently glowing.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker glances at the sword as he quickly scoops up the coins. "Mmmm, clubbing someone with a sharpened metal rod isn't my cup of tea." He pats his rapier at his side, "I'm more of a 'stick 'em with the pointy end' sorta guy."
He sits down and pulls out his ledger and begins making updates. "I suggest we rest here, yes?" He looks down his nose at the struggling monk.
Anya picks up the blade and mutters, "Warm in my hand..." then hands it to Kerric, "Our most mighty warrior should fight with such a magical blade, should he not?"
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”You are most kind, Anya, but I prefer a larger blade of elven design. You have shown valor and joined me in the heat of combat along with the others—why don’t you use the blade for now?” suggests the elven warrior.
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Anya practically glows at Kerric's praise, and seems to heft the blade about, getting a feel for it and admiring its craftsmanship and the gentle glow it gives off.
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks about for a place to sit down, and pulls out some contracts, "Well, let's see how we're feeling in an hour. If we need to get a real rest in, we can do that."
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Kerric:
”Agreed” says Kerric briefly at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s suggestion, though he moves the bodies and pulls down the curtains to cover them so the party can rest in relative comfort. After securing the door, he leans against it as he rests, so that anyone opening it will rouse him.
if the hour passes uneventefulky, he rises from his rest and searches the room and the bodies of the fallen once more, in case he missed anything before.
Investigation: 5
Perception:
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Only steady breathing came from Ebele on the chairs, evidence that she had already fallen asleep. Nayreen lays her own jacket over the monk. Then taking Ebele’s staff, she goes and stands next to the doorway, nodding to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker on the way by. Nayreen rests back against the wall, prepared to support Kerric should anything disturb his slumber against the door.
Short Rest (hit the short rest button)
XP Received: 1263xp EACH player and apprentice. Must be applied yourself.
Kerric doesn’t feel, nor hear any disturbances throughout their rest, thus passing the time uneventfully. Though, even through his thorough follow-up search, he’s unable to locate anything new. There was nothing here that noted or indicated anything related to the dwarven delegation. The hag might have knew some information about it, but she wasn’t talking now. Perhaps her supervisor knows.
Anya seems to sit with her legs crossed, her new magical sword across her lap as she sits deep in thought. A frown often clouds her face as she considers her own thoughts in silence.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker finishes up some calculations in his ledger and then walks over to her, "You're doing a good job. Nice work."
Anya frowns at this, perhaps expecting something less...or perhaps more. Then he walks quietly towards Ebele.
If the girl looks well and truly zonked out, he heads over to Kerric, "Maybe we camp for a bit, she's really gone through the wringer."
Otherwise, if she looks like she's about ready to continue, "Well, let us go in search of this leader and see what we can see, shall we? Do our stealthy scouts want to stay a bit ahead?"
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After a long silent pause, Ebele sits up with a bit of a grunt. "Alrighty." Accepting the situation, she inhales a few breaths and brings herself to her feet. Walking up to Nayreen, she accepts her staff and walks out the door. Before scouting ahead though, the monk takes a few moments to work on a few of her exercises around the water fountain. She was warming up her muscles while also checking her movement with her wounds. She was not fully healed, however enough to keep going. At least she'd be able to do another patch job if need be.
Assuming she's not heading south to sneak by their well fed troll friend, Ebele turns her attention to the north. Since she couldn't see to describe anything, Nayreen of course follows along behind.
Six tall columns of cracked and chipped red marble loom over this hall, which lies east of an underground lake. Provisions and trade goods are stacked against the walls: bundles of valuable furs and pelts, sacks of flour and meal, barrels of salted meat and ale, casks of oil, and more. Three long tables with benches are set up in the middle of the room, and a large bronze gong stands on the stone quay at the lake edge. A single torch burns in a sconce on one of the room’s middle pillars.
(Stealth roll: 11 in campaign thread to move things along without chance of 'manipulation' rolls...)
Maneuvering around the area proved to be a challenge. Bang! Ebele walks into a crate tower. Thump. "F..." The crates flop against a aluable pile of pelts, threatening to cause a domino effect within the storage area.
Three cultists look up from sorting through a pile of cargo, while their large blue round body guard peels away from a pillar. "Aye! Who be sniffin' round our stuff!" He starts lumbering forward. He rubs his arms, pushing up his sleeves as if preparing for a battle. "Best not be one of them damn trolls again..." The man mutters to himself as he goes. His eyes lock on the monks amongst the piles. "What do we have 'ere? A pair of little mice!" Raising a large hand, he flags the other cultists to come over and surround them.
Initiative Triggered
F: 11 C1: 20 | C2: 16 | C3: 6 E: 7
Roll Call: Everyone (Anyone available and engaging to participate.)
(assuming he goes first, but if we're caught by surprise, just ignore) T'chal'fronack'zcinicker will take the initiative to try and forestall a fight. He takes a few quick steps forward, "Oh...hey there...we have no interest in your um...situation here..." he waves vaguely at the looted goods "....we are simply looking for a conversation with Thulana. Morbeoth said she was over this way somewhere."
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The large man glances up, over the pair of monks to the Tiefling who sauntered into the area. His brows furrow. Raising his large hand, he holds it outstretched, barely an inch or two from Ebele’s forehead. “You’ve passed that hag’s quarters.” He states as crackling magical energy begins to manifest in his palm. “State your business, tiefling.” The cultists all point their blades to Ebele and Nayreen.
Persuasion/Deception Check (Roll either or as appropriate.)
Roll Call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker
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Ebele falters from her pain, unable to connect with her first jab, causing her to fall short of being able to finish off their threat.
However, Nayreen sweeps in with the intent to end this. She follows up Ebele’s strikes with a pair of her own.
VS Hag
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
BA1: 23 Damage: 6
[Calculating]
just an unstable unicorn.
Nayreen’s fist shatters the hags jaw, sending her careening backwards and crashing into the curtains, tearing them to the ground with a clatter.
The room falls silent.
Iniaitive Over!
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
”Well-fought, everyone,” says Kerric, “Let’s see if we can find some clues about the missing delegation.”
(Loot the bodies! Search the room!)
Perception: 13
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Kerric takes a good look around. It was already pretty dark, dingy and dank in this lair, but now everything was splattered, spattered, scattered and tattered from the skirmish. Blood and viscera pooled around the bodies, soaking into the carpet and flooring at your feet. Your boots stick and squish as you walk aboot.
Following close behind the elf, Anya spots a potion clutched in the hags hand. It's a vile that looks as though it's filled with liquid fire, however is cool to the touch.
(Any one brave enough to stick their pinky in it and taste it will discover that it's a potion of fire resistance.)
Ebele struggles to hold herself up while also struggling to hold her lunch. The woman was whiter than her weeping mask. She'd turn herself away as she gagged, trying to keep herself together. The monk decides to pass her staff over to Nayreen to free up a hand so she could feel around for somewhere to sit while still applying pressure to her wound. Fumbling around she eventually finds a wooden surface and plops down on it. It creaks as she lays herself back and rests a foot on the floor to stop the room (her head) from spinning. Good enough. Meanwhile there are four available, valuable, maybe a bit bloody, fine wooden chairs nearby.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker would recognize that creak from earlier.
It's a wooden chest.
Anyone looking that way would catch a faint red glow coming from a small crack in the chest Ebele found herself on.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker yawns a wide stretching yawn, shaking his head a bit. "Sorry folks, I think I sorta zoned out there for a minute. It's been a day. You know?"
He glances at where Ebele is sitting, while re-adjusting his hat a bit, brushing some of his hair under the rim, "Um, you're butt is glowing."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Nayreen's brow quirked, was now an appropriate time to be complementing a companion's... Then the apprentice would turn to face Ebele who was laying on a wooden chest. Indeed, there was a red glow.
The blonde monk was weakly fumbling around, feeling around her bandages in a feeble attempt to salvage what patch jobs she could. However, there was obviously not much she could do at the moment. "At least it's not burning?" Ebele mutters absentmindedly as she flops her arms to the side in resignation of trying to mend herself.
Nayreen rests Ebele's staff against the wall then moves in. She scoops the wounded woman up off the chest. "There, now you may access the treasures you seek." Nayreen says as she carries Ebele to the chairs, laying her down across them so she may rest.
The individual who opens the chest will discover 190gp, 8pp and the source of the red light. Wrapped in black silk is a longsword made of dragon bone and with a dragon-leather grip. The sword grows warm while in hand, and has rubies in its pommel and hilt which are currently glowing.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker glances at the sword as he quickly scoops up the coins. "Mmmm, clubbing someone with a sharpened metal rod isn't my cup of tea." He pats his rapier at his side, "I'm more of a 'stick 'em with the pointy end' sorta guy."
He sits down and pulls out his ledger and begins making updates. "I suggest we rest here, yes?" He looks down his nose at the struggling monk.
Anya picks up the blade and mutters, "Warm in my hand..." then hands it to Kerric, "Our most mighty warrior should fight with such a magical blade, should he not?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
”You are most kind, Anya, but I prefer a larger blade of elven design. You have shown valor and joined me in the heat of combat along with the others—why don’t you use the blade for now?” suggests the elven warrior.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Anya practically glows at Kerric's praise, and seems to heft the blade about, getting a feel for it and admiring its craftsmanship and the gentle glow it gives off.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Anya obtains a +1 longsword.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks about for a place to sit down, and pulls out some contracts, "Well, let's see how we're feeling in an hour. If we need to get a real rest in, we can do that."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
”Agreed” says Kerric briefly at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s suggestion, though he moves the bodies and pulls down the curtains to cover them so the party can rest in relative comfort. After securing the door, he leans against it as he rests, so that anyone opening it will rouse him.
if the hour passes uneventefulky, he rises from his rest and searches the room and the bodies of the fallen once more, in case he missed anything before.
Investigation: 5
Perception:
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Only steady breathing came from Ebele on the chairs, evidence that she had already fallen asleep. Nayreen lays her own jacket over the monk. Then taking Ebele’s staff, she goes and stands next to the doorway, nodding to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker on the way by. Nayreen rests back against the wall, prepared to support Kerric should anything disturb his slumber against the door.
Short Rest
(hit the short rest button)
XP Received: 1263xp EACH player and apprentice.
Must be applied yourself.
Ebele Short Rest: 10
DM: 10
[Calculating…]
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric doesn’t feel, nor hear any disturbances throughout their rest, thus passing the time uneventfully. Though, even through his thorough follow-up search, he’s unable to locate anything new. There was nothing here that noted or indicated anything related to the dwarven delegation. The hag might have knew some information about it, but she wasn’t talking now. Perhaps her supervisor knows.
just an unstable unicorn.
Anya seems to sit with her legs crossed, her new magical sword across her lap as she sits deep in thought. A frown often clouds her face as she considers her own thoughts in silence.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker finishes up some calculations in his ledger and then walks over to her, "You're doing a good job. Nice work."
Anya frowns at this, perhaps expecting something less...or perhaps more. Then he walks quietly towards Ebele.
If the girl looks well and truly zonked out, he heads over to Kerric, "Maybe we camp for a bit, she's really gone through the wringer."
Otherwise, if she looks like she's about ready to continue, "Well, let us go in search of this leader and see what we can see, shall we? Do our stealthy scouts want to stay a bit ahead?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
After a long silent pause, Ebele sits up with a bit of a grunt. "Alrighty." Accepting the situation, she inhales a few breaths and brings herself to her feet. Walking up to Nayreen, she accepts her staff and walks out the door. Before scouting ahead though, the monk takes a few moments to work on a few of her exercises around the water fountain. She was warming up her muscles while also checking her movement with her wounds. She was not fully healed, however enough to keep going. At least she'd be able to do another patch job if need be.
Assuming she's not heading south to sneak by their well fed troll friend, Ebele turns her attention to the north. Since she couldn't see to describe anything, Nayreen of course follows along behind.
Six tall columns of cracked and chipped red marble loom over this hall, which lies east of an underground lake. Provisions and trade goods are stacked against the walls: bundles of valuable furs and pelts, sacks of flour and meal, barrels of salted meat and ale, casks of oil, and more. Three long tables with benches are set up in the middle of the room, and a large bronze gong stands on the stone quay at the lake edge. A single torch burns in a sconce on one of the room’s middle pillars.
(Stealth roll: 11 in campaign thread to move things along without chance of 'manipulation' rolls...)
Maneuvering around the area proved to be a challenge. Bang! Ebele walks into a crate tower. Thump. "F..." The crates flop against a aluable pile of pelts, threatening to cause a domino effect within the storage area.
Three cultists look up from sorting through a pile of cargo, while their large blue round body guard peels away from a pillar. "Aye! Who be sniffin' round our stuff!" He starts lumbering forward. He rubs his arms, pushing up his sleeves as if preparing for a battle. "Best not be one of them damn trolls again..." The man mutters to himself as he goes. His eyes lock on the monks amongst the piles. "What do we have 'ere? A pair of little mice!" Raising a large hand, he flags the other cultists to come over and surround them.
Initiative Triggered
F: 11
C1: 20 | C2: 16 | C3: 6
E: 7
Roll Call: Everyone
(Anyone available and engaging to participate.)
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric Initiative: 5
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker (and Anya) : 10
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
(assuming he goes first, but if we're caught by surprise, just ignore) T'chal'fronack'zcinicker will take the initiative to try and forestall a fight. He takes a few quick steps forward, "Oh...hey there...we have no interest in your um...situation here..." he waves vaguely at the looted goods "....we are simply looking for a conversation with Thulana. Morbeoth said she was over this way somewhere."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
The large man glances up, over the pair of monks to the Tiefling who sauntered into the area. His brows furrow. Raising his large hand, he holds it outstretched, barely an inch or two from Ebele’s forehead. “You’ve passed that hag’s quarters.” He states as crackling magical energy begins to manifest in his palm. “State your business, tiefling.” The cultists all point their blades to Ebele and Nayreen.
Persuasion/Deception Check
(Roll either or as appropriate.)
Roll Call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker
just an unstable unicorn.