"Oh, ya. We're looking for the dwarven prisoners. We were sent from the ...." he motions vaguely upwards "....fort above. Somethin about the other cult they might know."
He shrugs rather generally. "Sorry, you are.....?"
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Initiative T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K (Perception just makes it. Deception fails.)
The man briefly glances up as the tiefling gestures, following along most of the way. "I'm..." He begins to respond, then pauses as he becomes suspicious when he realizes how unconvincing he really was. "A bit smarter than that."
Initiative T | F| C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
And without taking his eyes off the tiefling, he mutters in another language beneath his breath. Ebele's forehead begins to glow with a mark of a hex. He then releases his crackling energy shot an inch from it.
VS Ebele BA: Hex Attack: 19 Damage: 4 Force Damage + 3 Necrotic Damage
Initiative T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Taking hold of their jagged sharktooth sword with both hands, one of the cultists thrust it forward towards Nayreen.
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Initiative T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Picking up the ramp up of the spell before it's discharge, Ebele ducks. She manages to avoid the attack against her. However, her loyal apprentice was not so lucky. More concerned for Ebele, Nayreen took her eyes off her opponent to check on her in concern. It was a grave mistake. The cultist brings her blade down hard on the monks shoulder and pulls, the serrated edges shredding Nayreen's skin and muscle.
Initiative T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Having heard the sickening sound of the blade raking through her apprentice, Ebele channels her furry behind her next flurry of blows. She focuses her attacks against his jelly belly. First her staff, then her fists.
Ebele VS Fathomer Flurry Blows: 1 Ki use Attack 1: 25 Damage: 12 Attack 2: 20 Damage: 9 BA 1: 20 Damage: 6 BA 2: 25 Damage: 8
Nayreen VS C1 Patient Defense: 1 Ki use Attack: 23 Damage: 9 BA: Dodge
Initiative T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Following their brethren's efforts, the other two cultists thrust their swords towards the two women.
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Kerric:
Seeing the battle erupt before him, Kerric lunges forward to confront the spellcasting cultist, but not before Lathna looses a crossbow bolt at him!
Lathna crossbow bolt: Attack: 10 Damage: 13
Kerric Elven Curved Blade: Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Kerric Elven Curved Blade: Attack: 12 Damage: 15
Kerric stays engaged with the cultist (or moves on to the next one if this one expires), but Lathna moves over behind Nayreen after shooting, worried about her friend's health.
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Ebele’s flurry of blows almost beats the Fathomer into submission, putting him in fairly critical condition. Meanwhile Nayreen’s own severe condition causes her attack to fall quite short. And the moment the surrounded woman take a moment to breathe, they’re met with attacks they’re unable to dodge. Ebele catches a scratch, however Nayreen moves into critical condition.
Initiative T | F(c) | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Swift and lethal, Lathna and Kerric make quick work of the cultists. Lathna’s bolt pierces through the back of a cultists skull, dropping them where they stand while Kerric sweeps in, cutting them down in one fell swoop.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s bolt whizzes by the fat man’s ear while Anya gives a good swing and a miss.
Initiative T | F(c) | E | K
“Perhaps you should work on your aim.” The fathomer returns the tieflings wry smile. He snaps his fingers, moonwalks backwards and begins to swagger his way towards the gong. “ALL HANDS ON DECK!” He shouts
Doors to the east of the room open. Two Crushing Wave reavers and four cultists rush out of the northern door while Eight lizardfolk begin to march out the southern door.
Action: Disengage BA: Casted a spell
Initiative T | F(c) | E | K (You guys get a round before they slide into initiative)
Moving forward and engaging the Fathomer before he can get to the gong, Kerric says, “Let’s not have him sound the alarm,” and calmly slices into the mage with a flurry of attacks.
Bonus Action Feint:
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 19 Damage: 15
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 9 Damage: 13
Action Surge if needed to take the Fathomer down:
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 20 Damage: 11
Lathna:
Having made her way over to Nayreen last round, Lathna casts Cure Wounds on her and draws her short swords as she guards Nayreen’s back from the new wave of foes.
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Initiative T | F(c) | E | K (To direct the scene I'll go with who goes directly after the Fathomer, so I'll roll out Ebele (N), Kerric (L) then T (A). Will take some liberties within reason.)
As the fathomer confidently saunters his way to the gong, Ebele can hear the familiar shift of Kerric's gear. He turned to face that direction which signaled his intent to zero in on that target. She shifts her position to defend Nayreen alongside Lathna, readying her attacks for the next closest foe.
Ebele VS L1 Flurry Blows: 1 Ki use Attack 1: 12 Damage: 10 Attack 2: 24 Damage: 12 BA 1: 15 Damage: 4 BA 2 Hands of Healing on Nayreen: 5
Nayreen feels the warmth of two strong hands supporting her. Both Lathna and Ebele lend her their strength. She stands her ground, pushing through the pain to stand up and fight with her friends.
Nayreen VS L1 or 2 Patient Defense: 1 Ki use Attack: 22 Damage: 11 BA: Dodge
Initiative T | F(c) | E | K
Kerric strides forth with his own armoured confidence. He slices the mage, severing the hand which reached for the gong. However as he did so, the end of his second blade catches the edge of the gong.
You all hold your breath a moment as it wavers.
DM: 3
The elven warrior surges and presses his attacks. With a cross cut of his silvered swords, Kerric finally finishes the fathomer while also slicing down an eager cultist rushing to his aid.
Initiative T | E | K
Thuck!
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt pierces another eager cultist between the eyes, dropping them.
(lol don't know why this came to mind for T as Anya off's and rages.)
Anya kicks off, rushing to be by Kerric's side with her new red glowing sword in hand. Her outcry echoes through the room as she channels her rage. She stabs at a reaver, breaching their shield and catching them in the side.
The woman's rallying shout calls forth another.
WHOOSH!
A bright streak flashes by. It blossoms with a low roar, growing into an explosion of flame. A fireball engulfs the room.
Group dispersed. Battle cry. Crates burst and goods fly.
Debris scatters. Materials burn. Glass shatters and stomachs churn.
Barrels tumble. Wood crackles One mumble and some cackles.
Ashes rain. Dust settles. Xalkas' brain and Berd's metals.
(An ixi on the spot original.)
You all dare to open your eyes to look upon the aftermath of what transpired to find the room in complete, and utter disarray. You come to find you are unharmed from the blast. Standing amongst the litter was Berd covered in blood and soot. At his feet lay two dead half burnt lizards that would have survived the blast, but not his wrath. Behind the barbarian stood a perfectly clean Xalkas, shielded from the blast. Berd reaches out, and flips them off.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker blinks rapidly to get some moisture back in his eyes as a wave of heat washes across his face. He glances over at Xalkas, then back to the smoking, ash and body strewn wreckage laid out before them, that was moments before a horde of bad guys.
"We'll never know what was in half those crates now. As per section 6, paragraph 13 of the groups charter. Excess destruction of potential loot during hostilities shall result in a 5% penalty to repossessed valuable calculated share distribution for a period of 7 days."
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Kerric:
Similarly blinking in stunned disbelief, Kerric finally says, “Well, that was effective…”. Kerric moves to search the bodies for what may remain of value from their possessions.
Perception: 12
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Xalkas looks at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and shrugs. Moves over to Berd and gives him a few gentle “good job” pats as high as he’s able to reach. (Which I imagine is Berds calf muscle)
He then ambles over to help Kerric with his search. (Help action if you want to roll again.)
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker comes to estimate that the total loot would have amounted to three tons of trade goods, with a total value of about 500 gp. It would have taken at least three trips in a keelboat or ten trips with the small skiffs to have moved all the cargo out of the hall. Come to think of it, there were more efficient ways to make that money considering some of the other things they’ve come across before. Only about 100gp of it remained undamaged.
Kerric and Xalkas manage to recover 53gp from the charred remains.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks up, asking for an accounting of loot from Kerric and Xalkas to add to his sheet.
"I've made note of these goods, but they're difficult to transport so I don't know if we'll ever be able to garner their value."
He stands up, clapping his ledger closed and then shoving it into his bag. "Well then. That was very interesting. Where are we off to next?" He glances around to situate himself and look for any exits or other routes from this location.
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Kerric and Xalkas, a musty odor pervades the hall outside the southern room you find yourself patrolling by. The doors are marked with crudely drawn pictures of monstrous eyes and fanged maws. Makes sense, that's where the lizard people poured out from. Sure enough, the room is filled with a rank reptilian smell and cluttered with tattered animal hides and dank straw. A battered iron brazier brimming with hot embers glows in the middle of the room. Half-gnawed carcasses heaped beside the brazier attest to an indifferent effort to cook them over the coals. Propped against the pile of bodies is a survivor, a large being, bound with rope, gagged with an apple and hogtied to a pole longer than them.
Introductions (Please give a brief description of your characters for introduction as you come to interact for the first time.)
Prisoner Roll Call: RKmobius
Rescuer Roll Call: Scott and Rforrest
Meanwhile, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker meanders to the northern door where the culstists had come from. Within this room he'd find five plain double bunks are tucked into the eastern end of the room and two arrow slits look out over the black waters of a canal to the north and the east. There are two iron stoves, barrels full of provisions, kettles and crockery stacked by a large washbasin, and a pile of firewood against the wall of this room indicate that someone does a lot of cooking here. Hogtied in the basin is a short and stout being, gagged with a lemon.
Introductions (Please give a brief description of your characters for introduction as you come to interact for the first time.)
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Kerric:
A lean but strong elf wearing gleaming halfplate with the hilt of a large curved sword poking over his shoulder, Kerric looks warily into the room and sees the prisoner. Stalking forward in a practiced movement, the elven warrior says, "Xalkas, it appears we have found another person to rescue," as he looks for other threats in the room and looks carefully at the prisoner.
Perception: 17
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stops short. The Tieflings long brown hair falls onto his shoulders in partially curled waves. He wears a fine looking suit of heavy red cloth, under which can be seen a sheening red vest with shiny abstract flowers also in a red foil decorating it. Beneath which is a high collared white button up shirt, the top few buttons lazily unbuttoned, a loosely tied black silk tie bound around it. He looks young, a single long tuft of hair sprouting down his chin and pointy ears sticking out from his fancy black fedora on his head. His black horns curl around the front rim of the fedora to frame his face. His eyes look out from the shadow of the hat, difficult to see in the mixed light. He lifts a hand that has long black curled finger nails and points to the bound figure, and then straightens his tie before clearing his throat.
"This place appears to have prisoners everywhere, but not a single one of them a dwarf from our lost delegation." Taken aback a bit he glances at the figures mouth, "Is that a lemon in your mouth? Most unseemly. Anyway, hello there, my name is T'chal'fronack'zcinicker."
He approaches the bound figure and kneels down on one knee, his red suit pants looking well maintained. He shifts a heavy crossbow and a satchel on his back about a bit, before digging back into his bag and pulling out a scrolled up piece of paper. He nimbly unrolls it as he pulls out a quill and ink with his other hand, placing them on the ground.
"Hello. Happy day, you are potentially about to be rescued. All that is required is a bit of paperwork before we complete our accord between rescuer and rescuee. This is a standard contract, nothing too complicated, don't worry, very little in it about your soul and such." He snorts at his.... joke? "Anyway, standard terms regarding fair treatment, but you will be signing away your rights to sue or otherwise pursue damages from me or my allies that may be inflicted during an such rescue attempt. It also ... well....i'll let you read it."
He unrolls the ...rather long parchment, and places it in such a way that the bound prisoner can begin to read the contract.
"When you are done, and willing to sign the paperwork, please blink twice. If you'd prefer not to sign the paperwork, well, feel free to thrash about, groan, glare angrily at me, or...however else you'd feel happy reacting."
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Deception check : 11
"Oh, ya. We're looking for the dwarven prisoners. We were sent from the ...." he motions vaguely upwards "....fort above. Somethin about the other cult they might know."
He shrugs rather generally. "Sorry, you are.....?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Perception Check vs 11: 19
[Pending]
just an unstable unicorn.
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
(Perception just makes it. Deception fails.)
The man briefly glances up as the tiefling gestures, following along most of the way. "I'm..." He begins to respond, then pauses as he becomes suspicious when he realizes how unconvincing he really was. "A bit smarter than that."
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
And without taking his eyes off the tiefling, he mutters in another language beneath his breath. Ebele's forehead begins to glow with a mark of a hex. He then releases his crackling energy shot an inch from it.
VS Ebele
BA: Hex
Attack: 19 Damage: 4 Force Damage + 3 Necrotic Damage
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Taking hold of their jagged sharktooth sword with both hands, one of the cultists thrust it forward towards Nayreen.
VS Nayreen
Attack: 13 Damage: 11
[Calculating]
just an unstable unicorn.
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Picking up the ramp up of the spell before it's discharge, Ebele ducks. She manages to avoid the attack against her. However, her loyal apprentice was not so lucky. More concerned for Ebele, Nayreen took her eyes off her opponent to check on her in concern. It was a grave mistake. The cultist brings her blade down hard on the monks shoulder and pulls, the serrated edges shredding Nayreen's skin and muscle.
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Having heard the sickening sound of the blade raking through her apprentice, Ebele channels her furry behind her next flurry of blows. She focuses her attacks against his jelly belly. First her staff, then her fists.
Ebele VS Fathomer
Flurry Blows: 1 Ki use
Attack 1: 25 Damage: 12
Attack 2: 20 Damage: 9
BA 1: 20 Damage: 6
BA 2: 25 Damage: 8
Nayreen VS C1
Patient Defense: 1 Ki use
Attack: 23 Damage: 9
BA: Dodge
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Following their brethren's efforts, the other two cultists thrust their swords towards the two women.
VS Ebele
Attack: 17 Damage: 7
VS Nayreen
Attack at d/a: 5 Damage: 4
Initiative
T | F | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Roll Call: Kerric and T
[Force roll boop]
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
Seeing the battle erupt before him, Kerric lunges forward to confront the spellcasting cultist, but not before Lathna looses a crossbow bolt at him!
Lathna crossbow bolt: Attack: 10 Damage: 13
Kerric Elven Curved Blade: Attack: 17 Damage: 9
Kerric Elven Curved Blade: Attack: 12 Damage: 15
Kerric stays engaged with the cultist (or moves on to the next one if this one expires), but Lathna moves over behind Nayreen after shooting, worried about her friend's health.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele’s flurry of blows almost beats the Fathomer into submission, putting him in fairly critical condition. Meanwhile Nayreen’s own severe condition causes her attack to fall quite short. And the moment the surrounded woman take a moment to breathe, they’re met with attacks they’re unable to dodge. Ebele catches a scratch, however Nayreen moves into critical condition.
Initiative
T | F(c) | C1 | E | C2 | C3 | K
Swift and lethal, Lathna and Kerric make quick work of the cultists. Lathna’s bolt pierces through the back of a cultists skull, dropping them where they stand while Kerric sweeps in, cutting them down in one fell swoop.
Initiative
T | F(c) | E | K
Roll Call: T
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker makes a wry face, "Perhaps you should have just gone with it..." he fires a crossbow at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 12
Anya meanwhile, seemingly a bit calmer during this fight, slides up next to Kerric, her new glowing magical blade in her hand as she swings....
Attack: 11 Damage: 7
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Initiative
T | F(c) | E | K
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s bolt whizzes by the fat man’s ear while Anya gives a good swing and a miss.
Initiative
T | F(c) | E | K
“Perhaps you should work on your aim.” The fathomer returns the tieflings wry smile. He snaps his fingers, moonwalks backwards and begins to swagger his way towards the gong. “ALL HANDS ON DECK!” He shouts
Doors to the east of the room open. Two Crushing Wave reavers and four cultists rush out of the northern door while Eight lizardfolk begin to march out the southern door.
Action: Disengage
BA: Casted a spell
Initiative
T | F(c) | E | K
(You guys get a round before they slide into initiative)
R1: 9 | R2: 1 | C1: 3 | C2: 6 | C3: 7 | C4: 8 | L1: 19 | L2: 13 | L3: 3 | L4: 18 | L5: 16 | L6: 12 | L7: 4 | L8: 17
Roll Call: Everyone!
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker glances at the sudden swarm of troops around them. "Well....darn."
He takes another shot at the fathomer as he says, "Um, perhaps a strategic retreat? Despite our numbers I feel grossly outmanned!"
Attack: 17 Damage: 12
Anya looks around, and then unleashes a yell of rage and anger and charges one of the reavers. (BA: Rage)
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Moving forward and engaging the Fathomer before he can get to the gong, Kerric says, “Let’s not have him sound the alarm,” and calmly slices into the mage with a flurry of attacks.
Bonus Action Feint:
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 19 Damage: 15
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 9 Damage: 13
Action Surge if needed to take the Fathomer down:
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Elven Curved Blade Attack: Attack: 20 Damage: 11
Lathna:
Having made her way over to Nayreen last round, Lathna casts Cure Wounds on her and draws her short swords as she guards Nayreen’s back from the new wave of foes.
Cure Wounds: 5
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Initiative
T | F(c) | E | K
(To direct the scene I'll go with who goes directly after the Fathomer, so I'll roll out Ebele (N), Kerric (L) then T (A). Will take some liberties within reason.)
As the fathomer confidently saunters his way to the gong, Ebele can hear the familiar shift of Kerric's gear. He turned to face that direction which signaled his intent to zero in on that target. She shifts her position to defend Nayreen alongside Lathna, readying her attacks for the next closest foe.
Ebele VS L1
Flurry Blows: 1 Ki use
Attack 1: 12 Damage: 10
Attack 2: 24 Damage: 12
BA 1: 15 Damage: 4
BA 2 Hands of Healing on Nayreen: 5
Nayreen feels the warmth of two strong hands supporting her. Both Lathna and Ebele lend her their strength. She stands her ground, pushing through the pain to stand up and fight with her friends.
Nayreen VS L1 or 2
Patient Defense: 1 Ki use
Attack: 22 Damage: 11
BA: Dodge
Initiative
T | F(c) | E | K
Kerric strides forth with his own armoured confidence. He slices the mage, severing the hand which reached for the gong. However as he did so, the end of his second blade catches the edge of the gong.
You all hold your breath a moment as it wavers.
DM: 3
The elven warrior surges and presses his attacks. With a cross cut of his silvered swords, Kerric finally finishes the fathomer while also slicing down an eager cultist rushing to his aid.
Initiative
T | E | K
Thuck!
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt pierces another eager cultist between the eyes, dropping them.
(lol don't know why this came to mind for T as Anya off's and rages.)
Anya kicks off, rushing to be by Kerric's side with her new red glowing sword in hand. Her outcry echoes through the room as she channels her rage. She stabs at a reaver, breaching their shield and catching them in the side.
The woman's rallying shout calls forth another.
WHOOSH!
A bright streak flashes by. It blossoms with a low roar, growing into an explosion of flame. A fireball engulfs the room.
Boom: 25
Pow: 9 | 12 | 14 | 13 | 17 | 2 | 16 | 9 | 14 | 7 | 5 | 17
[Please stand by...]
just an unstable unicorn.
Group dispersed. Battle cry.
Crates burst and goods fly.
Debris scatters. Materials burn.
Glass shatters and stomachs churn.
Barrels tumble. Wood crackles
One mumble and some cackles.
Ashes rain. Dust settles.
Xalkas' brain and Berd's metals.
(An ixi on the spot original.)
You all dare to open your eyes to look upon the aftermath of what transpired to find the room in complete, and utter disarray. You come to find you are unharmed from the blast. Standing amongst the litter was Berd covered in blood and soot. At his feet lay two dead half burnt lizards that would have survived the blast, but not his wrath. Behind the barbarian stood a perfectly clean Xalkas, shielded from the blast. Berd reaches out, and flips them off.
Initiative Over
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker blinks rapidly to get some moisture back in his eyes as a wave of heat washes across his face. He glances over at Xalkas, then back to the smoking, ash and body strewn wreckage laid out before them, that was moments before a horde of bad guys.
"We'll never know what was in half those crates now. As per section 6, paragraph 13 of the groups charter. Excess destruction of potential loot during hostilities shall result in a 5% penalty to repossessed valuable calculated share distribution for a period of 7 days."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Similarly blinking in stunned disbelief, Kerric finally says, “Well, that was effective…”. Kerric moves to search the bodies for what may remain of value from their possessions.
Perception: 12
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Xalkas looks at T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and shrugs. Moves over to Berd and gives him a few gentle “good job” pats as high as he’s able to reach. (Which I imagine is Berds calf muscle)
He then ambles over to help Kerric with his search. (Help action if you want to roll again.)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker comes to estimate that the total loot would have amounted to three tons of trade goods, with a total value of about 500 gp. It would have taken at least three trips in a keelboat or ten trips with the small skiffs to have moved all the cargo out of the hall. Come to think of it, there were more efficient ways to make that money considering some of the other things they’ve come across before. Only about 100gp of it remained undamaged.
Kerric and Xalkas manage to recover 53gp from the charred remains.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks up, asking for an accounting of loot from Kerric and Xalkas to add to his sheet.
"I've made note of these goods, but they're difficult to transport so I don't know if we'll ever be able to garner their value."
He stands up, clapping his ledger closed and then shoving it into his bag. "Well then. That was very interesting. Where are we off to next?" He glances around to situate himself and look for any exits or other routes from this location.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric and Xalkas, a musty odor pervades the hall outside the southern room you find yourself patrolling by. The doors are marked with crudely drawn pictures of monstrous eyes and fanged maws. Makes sense, that's where the lizard people poured out from. Sure enough, the room is filled with a rank reptilian smell and cluttered with tattered animal hides and dank straw. A battered iron brazier brimming with hot embers glows in the middle of the room. Half-gnawed carcasses heaped beside the brazier attest to an indifferent effort to cook them over the coals. Propped against the pile of bodies is a survivor, a large being, bound with rope, gagged with an apple and hogtied to a pole longer than them.
Introductions
(Please give a brief description of your characters for introduction as you come to interact for the first time.)
Prisoner
Roll Call: RKmobius
Rescuer
Roll Call: Scott and Rforrest
Meanwhile, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker meanders to the northern door where the culstists had come from. Within this room he'd find five plain double bunks are tucked into the eastern end of the room and two arrow slits look out over the black waters of a canal to the north and the east. There are two iron stoves, barrels full of provisions, kettles and crockery stacked by a large washbasin, and a pile of firewood against the wall of this room indicate that someone does a lot of cooking here. Hogtied in the basin is a short and stout being, gagged with a lemon.
Introductions
(Please give a brief description of your characters for introduction as you come to interact for the first time.)
Prisoner
Roll Call: Yolovit
Rescuer
Roll Call: Nathan
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
A lean but strong elf wearing gleaming halfplate with the hilt of a large curved sword poking over his shoulder, Kerric looks warily into the room and sees the prisoner. Stalking forward in a practiced movement, the elven warrior says, "Xalkas, it appears we have found another person to rescue," as he looks for other threats in the room and looks carefully at the prisoner.
Perception: 17
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stops short. The Tieflings long brown hair falls onto his shoulders in partially curled waves. He wears a fine looking suit of heavy red cloth, under which can be seen a sheening red vest with shiny abstract flowers also in a red foil decorating it. Beneath which is a high collared white button up shirt, the top few buttons lazily unbuttoned, a loosely tied black silk tie bound around it. He looks young, a single long tuft of hair sprouting down his chin and pointy ears sticking out from his fancy black fedora on his head. His black horns curl around the front rim of the fedora to frame his face. His eyes look out from the shadow of the hat, difficult to see in the mixed light. He lifts a hand that has long black curled finger nails and points to the bound figure, and then straightens his tie before clearing his throat.
"This place appears to have prisoners everywhere, but not a single one of them a dwarf from our lost delegation." Taken aback a bit he glances at the figures mouth, "Is that a lemon in your mouth? Most unseemly. Anyway, hello there, my name is T'chal'fronack'zcinicker."
He approaches the bound figure and kneels down on one knee, his red suit pants looking well maintained. He shifts a heavy crossbow and a satchel on his back about a bit, before digging back into his bag and pulling out a scrolled up piece of paper. He nimbly unrolls it as he pulls out a quill and ink with his other hand, placing them on the ground.
"Hello. Happy day, you are potentially about to be rescued. All that is required is a bit of paperwork before we complete our accord between rescuer and rescuee. This is a standard contract, nothing too complicated, don't worry, very little in it about your soul and such." He snorts at his.... joke? "Anyway, standard terms regarding fair treatment, but you will be signing away your rights to sue or otherwise pursue damages from me or my allies that may be inflicted during an such rescue attempt. It also ... well....i'll let you read it."
He unrolls the ...rather long parchment, and places it in such a way that the bound prisoner can begin to read the contract.
"When you are done, and willing to sign the paperwork, please blink twice. If you'd prefer not to sign the paperwork, well, feel free to thrash about, groan, glare angrily at me, or...however else you'd feel happy reacting."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.