Torvin will enter and take a seat. When ale is offered he smiles and says: "Aye, I'll take an ale.I have never seen a Dwarf that would turn one down and I especially love a good stout."
Salvas offers an approving smile as he pours out the thick black alcohol tipping back the tankards to form a creamy white head at the top of every pint. You are all served with a large bowl of curry goat and a hunk of black bean bread. The aroma fills the room as you all tuck in greedily.
"So," the Rune Shaper breaks the silence, "How did you good Dwarves, and you master gnome, fall under the protection of our dear Captain?"
Torvin says: "Well it seems as Moradin smiled upon us and put all of us in the vicinity of the warehouse when the attack began. The Captain saw fit not to leave us in the hands of those vile goblins and the dragon. For that act of kindness.....I know at least I will always be grateful."
"Aye," says Mercwi, "'tis as Torvin has related; circumstances conspired to throw us all into that warehouse. Only folk who had a death wish, or," he adds, darkly, "those who were in league with the foul spawn what burned the city down, or near enough to burned down as to make no difference. But, for all that, we are grateful Master Salvas, for your Captain generous offer of escape, as I be sure most, if not all, of us would be dead were it not for your good ship and crew. Fortune has favored us all, in that we have survived. I no be sure of what a dragon or two might do to a ship such as this fine one, but I be certainly glad that they chose to ignore us," he hoisted a mug of ale and seemed to quaff it in one long, continuous swallow and continued almost without pause, "though I do believe that the reasons behind the attack and the destruction of the city will prove to be an important event to the future of all who dwell in the area. I am afeared that those responsible will not stop there. Have you ever heard of anything like this before?" Mercwri asked as he down another ale as efficiently as the first. "I mean other than in legends and that sort of thing, you travel the Burning Sea and one would think that you would have heard things, rumors and speculations. It seems t' me that this big of an assault might be a wee bit difficult to conceal from those who might be watching out for this sort of thing, Whooo!" he look at the empty mug. "That is some really fine ale Master Salvas, I be thinking I'll be in need of a wee lie down..." He folded his arms on the table, laid his head on them, and promptly went to sleep.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Uldran raises his mug of ale in thanks. "Aye, Torvin here has the right of it. Was coincidence that we all ended up there together and grace that the Captain let us in without a fight"
"I am wondering how long will it take to get to the island? and who should we see first to deliver this terrible news?"
Randrak happily downs his first mug of ale, and then quickly searches for another. He ponders the words of his fellow shipmate whilst staring into his now empty mug.
"At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. They're all dead, if not as good as if they did not escape. However, I did not notice any other boats leaving the docks. What matters is what we do next. But whatever it is, I don't think us lot are about to take on any bleeding green dragons. So what can we lot of this boat over the burning sea do?"
Randrak then snatches another ale up as soon as finds one and quickly begins to gulp the second mug as well.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"You think it's something other than the dragon? I hear they can be convincing beasts." Hitticus says after taking a dainty sip of his beer and blanching a bit. "Either way, luck, fate, the gods, something brought us together and as much as you lot give me the stink eye... I think it best we stick together for now."
Torvin he listens to your words and gives a solemn nod. "She is a good sort the Captain, hard at times but fair and generous of spirit."
Mercwi, your head hits the table and Salvas chuckles quietly. "I will answer his question though he is not awake to hear it." he chortles, "We have heard nothing of such an attack but that is not to say we have heard nothing at all. There are rumours of war beneath the northern reaches, clashes with the grey dwarves and bands of Drow, and for the past month no word has been received from the western settlements or from any vessel sent beyond Guldroth. These are strange times indeed."
Uldran, the Rune Shaper takes a long sip on his Stout as he considers your question, "This will be the first of four nights until we reach the Isle and when we get there I believe you would do well to seek out the Baldenvelt Embassy within Duragath. They will be most eager for you news."
Salvas taps another keg to keep up with your thirst Randrak, "It is not so easy to murder an entire city and there are more ways out of Baldenvelt than across the fire." he muses, "no I think your news should be heard, besides which unless I am mistaken you are a soldier and within the fortress you will find a company of your own who will expect such a report post haste.That is unless you have decided to desert then who am I to judge."
Turning back to you Uldran the old dwarf nods approvingly, "That sounds like a wise course to me." and then to Hitticus, "I suspect there is more to this. Cromatic dragons such as these green do not work together, unless drawn by a greater power."
Torvin is sitting back listening to the others enjoying the curry goat and fine stout.
He will then ask Salvas: "How far is the island? Do you know what kind of diplomatic relations they have with what was once our city? Who should we talk to when we get there.......Dragons are known to be greedy who's to say it will be satisfied and not follow us to the island?"
Edit: sorry should have waited a lot of Torvin's questions were answered with Uldran & Randrak's questions.
"Hitticus, call me hitticus. I'm glad we found each other, this would have been a rough journey given all the gawkers."
(Sorry just noticed the meal invite. We can shift to there if trustlife1990 doesn't mind.)
"Hitticus."Freak repeats, before entering the dining area. He looks in wonder at the table arrangements and takes an empty seat wherever he finds it. He tries to copy table manners from those near him. "This food is good. What is it called?", and moments later: "This drink is good. What is it called?"
Torvin as your words end the cabin suddenly tilts violently. Ale and the remnants of you meals fly here and there and a number of you are pitched from your seats to the ground. There is a crash of stone and splintering timbers followed by a ear splitting roar.
"Who indeed!" Salvas cries, "it appears that you are touched by prophecy young dwarf."
The Rune Shaper snatches out an amulet from within his robes and it fills the cabin with a glowing red light. He stares into that light for a moment then gives a firm nod.
"To the upper deck my Stonebound companions and bring what arms you may. It appears that at least one dragon was not content to lose its quarry."
Randrak sighs, "Well it looks like we're royally screwed then."
Randrak decides to draw his silver shortsword in one hand and his dagger in another. He wants to try out the new sword, and having a dagger readied will also be beneficial. He then begins the climb back up to the top deck.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
You emerge onto the upper deck to be greeted by a scene of utter chaos. Dead crewmen are strewn around the deck amidst boiling clouds of poisoned mist. The forward observation deck has been crushed and one of the ships two bolt throwers has been dragged overboard into the lava.
Looking up you can see not one but three of the huge green dragons circling and in each of their claws they carry a large basket like structure. Before you can make out more detail Rune Shaper Salvas runs out into the centre of the deck and speaks a word of command. The runes set around the vessel spark once more and arcs of power rise upward this time to form an translucent blue shield around the Firehook.
From the wheel Captain Blackfire calls down, "Do any of you know how to work a bolt thrower?" As she speaks one of the dragons descends on a slow arc approaching the ship from the stern side.
OOC: Two of you can take a shot at the dragon with the war machine as it approaches the ship. I want a STR check for loading and a DEX check for firing.
Mercwri slids out of his seaat and thumps to the deck; "Arrrwwk!" He thrashes around, "Dralegons inna brew, I mean brut inna drugales, Oye!" He lurches around trying to gain his feet, and his senses, just catching the meaning of the rude interruption of his wonderfully carefree slumbers. "Blasted lizard guts! I'll teach you lilly-livered, turpentine drinking, flatulated pig grease eating horney toad turds t' disturb a body as was justly Harry flatters!" He will make his way topside, slip into the nearest cover, and start slinging bullets at the dragon off the larboard, aft quarter.
Attack: 11 Damage: 8 and Sneak Attack.
(well I suppose after such a rude awakening not much better could be expected, fortunate for the dragon, eh)
"Hitticus, call me hitticus. I'm glad we found each other, this would have been a rough journey given all the gawkers."
(Sorry just noticed the meal invite. We can shift to there if trustlife1990 doesn't mind.)
OOC: we can say it was a quiet conversation in the hallway before you enter for dinner, making you both the last to enter.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Torvin will enter and take a seat. When ale is offered he smiles and says: "Aye, I'll take an ale.I have never seen a Dwarf that would turn one down and I especially love a good stout."
Salvas offers an approving smile as he pours out the thick black alcohol tipping back the tankards to form a creamy white head at the top of every pint. You are all served with a large bowl of curry goat and a hunk of black bean bread. The aroma fills the room as you all tuck in greedily.
"So," the Rune Shaper breaks the silence, "How did you good Dwarves, and you master gnome, fall under the protection of our dear Captain?"
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Torvin says: "Well it seems as Moradin smiled upon us and put all of us in the vicinity of the warehouse when the attack began. The Captain saw fit not to leave us in the hands of those vile goblins and the dragon. For that act of kindness.....I know at least I will always be grateful."
"Aye," says Mercwi, "'tis as Torvin has related; circumstances conspired to throw us all into that warehouse. Only folk who had a death wish, or," he adds, darkly, "those who were in league with the foul spawn what burned the city down, or near enough to burned down as to make no difference. But, for all that, we are grateful Master Salvas, for your Captain generous offer of escape, as I be sure most, if not all, of us would be dead were it not for your good ship and crew. Fortune has favored us all, in that we have survived. I no be sure of what a dragon or two might do to a ship such as this fine one, but I be certainly glad that they chose to ignore us," he hoisted a mug of ale and seemed to quaff it in one long, continuous swallow and continued almost without pause, "though I do believe that the reasons behind the attack and the destruction of the city will prove to be an important event to the future of all who dwell in the area. I am afeared that those responsible will not stop there. Have you ever heard of anything like this before?" Mercwri asked as he down another ale as efficiently as the first. "I mean other than in legends and that sort of thing, you travel the Burning Sea and one would think that you would have heard things, rumors and speculations. It seems t' me that this big of an assault might be a wee bit difficult to conceal from those who might be watching out for this sort of thing, Whooo!" he look at the empty mug. "That is some really fine ale Master Salvas, I be thinking I'll be in need of a wee lie down..." He folded his arms on the table, laid his head on them, and promptly went to sleep.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Uldran raises his mug of ale in thanks. "Aye, Torvin here has the right of it. Was coincidence that we all ended up there together and grace that the Captain let us in without a fight"
"I am wondering how long will it take to get to the island? and who should we see first to deliver this terrible news?"
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
Randrak happily downs his first mug of ale, and then quickly searches for another. He ponders the words of his fellow shipmate whilst staring into his now empty mug.
"At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. They're all dead, if not as good as if they did not escape. However, I did not notice any other boats leaving the docks. What matters is what we do next. But whatever it is, I don't think us lot are about to take on any bleeding green dragons. So what can we lot of this boat over the burning sea do?"
Randrak then snatches another ale up as soon as finds one and quickly begins to gulp the second mug as well.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
“Do not despair Randrak. We dwarves are a hardy lot. I wouldn’t be surprised if others made it out. “
”But ya raise a good question, what do we lot do?”
”somethins behind the goblins driving them into a frenzy, I aim to find out what it is and I’m hoping y’all will be there with me. “
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
"You think it's something other than the dragon? I hear they can be convincing beasts." Hitticus says after taking a dainty sip of his beer and blanching a bit. "Either way, luck, fate, the gods, something brought us together and as much as you lot give me the stink eye... I think it best we stick together for now."
Torvin he listens to your words and gives a solemn nod. "She is a good sort the Captain, hard at times but fair and generous of spirit."
Mercwi, your head hits the table and Salvas chuckles quietly. "I will answer his question though he is not awake to hear it." he chortles, "We have heard nothing of such an attack but that is not to say we have heard nothing at all. There are rumours of war beneath the northern reaches, clashes with the grey dwarves and bands of Drow, and for the past month no word has been received from the western settlements or from any vessel sent beyond Guldroth. These are strange times indeed."
Uldran, the Rune Shaper takes a long sip on his Stout as he considers your question, "This will be the first of four nights until we reach the Isle and when we get there I believe you would do well to seek out the Baldenvelt Embassy within Duragath. They will be most eager for you news."
Salvas taps another keg to keep up with your thirst Randrak, "It is not so easy to murder an entire city and there are more ways out of Baldenvelt than across the fire." he muses, "no I think your news should be heard, besides which unless I am mistaken you are a soldier and within the fortress you will find a company of your own who will expect such a report post haste.That is unless you have decided to desert then who am I to judge."
Turning back to you Uldran the old dwarf nods approvingly, "That sounds like a wise course to me." and then to Hitticus, "I suspect there is more to this. Cromatic dragons such as these green do not work together, unless drawn by a greater power."
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Torvin is sitting back listening to the others enjoying the curry goat and fine stout.
He will then ask Salvas: "How far is the island? Do you know what kind of diplomatic relations they have with what was once our city? Who should we talk to when we get there.......Dragons are known to be greedy who's to say it will be satisfied and not follow us to the island?"
Edit: sorry should have waited a lot of Torvin's questions were answered with Uldran & Randrak's questions.
"Hitticus." Freak repeats, before entering the dining area. He looks in wonder at the table arrangements and takes an empty seat wherever he finds it. He tries to copy table manners from those near him. "This food is good. What is it called?", and moments later: "This drink is good. What is it called?"
Torvin as your words end the cabin suddenly tilts violently. Ale and the remnants of you meals fly here and there and a number of you are pitched from your seats to the ground. There is a crash of stone and splintering timbers followed by a ear splitting roar.
"Who indeed!" Salvas cries, "it appears that you are touched by prophecy young dwarf."
The Rune Shaper snatches out an amulet from within his robes and it fills the cabin with a glowing red light. He stares into that light for a moment then gives a firm nod.
"To the upper deck my Stonebound companions and bring what arms you may. It appears that at least one dragon was not content to lose its quarry."
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Hitticus draws his light hammer and dagger and begins marching upward.
Randrak sighs, "Well it looks like we're royally screwed then."
Randrak decides to draw his silver shortsword in one hand and his dagger in another. He wants to try out the new sword, and having a dagger readied will also be beneficial. He then begins the climb back up to the top deck.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
You emerge onto the upper deck to be greeted by a scene of utter chaos. Dead crewmen are strewn around the deck amidst boiling clouds of poisoned mist. The forward observation deck has been crushed and one of the ships two bolt throwers has been dragged overboard into the lava.
Looking up you can see not one but three of the huge green dragons circling and in each of their claws they carry a large basket like structure. Before you can make out more detail Rune Shaper Salvas runs out into the centre of the deck and speaks a word of command. The runes set around the vessel spark once more and arcs of power rise upward this time to form an translucent blue shield around the Firehook.
From the wheel Captain Blackfire calls down, "Do any of you know how to work a bolt thrower?" As she speaks one of the dragons descends on a slow arc approaching the ship from the stern side.
OOC: Two of you can take a shot at the dragon with the war machine as it approaches the ship. I want a STR check for loading and a DEX check for firing.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
"I am free now and you won't ruin it for me!", Freak shouts shaking a fist at one of the dragons. He helps load the war machine.
STR: 13
Mercwri slids out of his seaat and thumps to the deck; "Arrrwwk!" He thrashes around, "Dralegons inna brew, I mean brut inna drugales, Oye!" He lurches around trying to gain his feet, and his senses, just catching the meaning of the rude interruption of his wonderfully carefree slumbers. "Blasted lizard guts! I'll teach you lilly-livered, turpentine drinking, flatulated pig grease eating horney toad turds t' disturb a body as was justly Harry flatters!" He will make his way topside, slip into the nearest cover, and start slinging bullets at the dragon off the larboard, aft quarter.
Attack: 11 Damage: 8 and Sneak Attack.
(well I suppose after such a rude awakening not much better could be expected, fortunate for the dragon, eh)
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Seeing Freak load the machine Uldran runs over to help him aim and fire 15
(OOC- i wasn't sure if my advantage carried over from the last fight, i never used it)
(edit, ooc well the first roll was the good one anyway)
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg