Gintarou would keep the great sword and name it "the Wolfsbane".
When they sails past the giant totem, the warrior gives the stone dragon a wary look. "I've heard about the dragon queen. Her power and influence extend to the far east. Dragons love treasures. And we are carrying one of the most precious artifacts in the world. We better watch out…Though I have no idea what should we do,if she lies her eyes on us"
Mist looks longingly at the merchant flotilla as they pass. Fondly remembering the odd shopping episode/session of games...I mean days past. This gold is burning a hole in his pocket and, despite his best efforts, he can't drink his way through all of it.
"So what's this *&^% hole we're off to, again?" you hear Tuk's voice ask from the empty air.
Mist squeaks, jumps, and spins around. "I told you to stop doing that you wretched beastie!"
Tukmas suddenly appears, hovering in the air next to Mist. He snickers and shrugs. Over the course of the last several days you've noticed that while Mist can dismiss Tuk when he wants, the little demon rarely stays gone for long even if he isn't summoned.
"Right, then. *I* know where we're going and what we're doing. But for the benefit of the more dimwitted amongst our ranks..." he jerks his head toward Ronald, who's currently trying to furl the mainsail but somehow manages to tie his forearm to the boom. "Spell it out once more."
With a resigned sigh, Mist recounts how they've been hired to find the pieces of a fallen star for some old crackpot and the next shard is on the island they're currently headed for.
"But why's he want some broken chunks of rock for?" Tuk asks incredulously.
"Why's that any of my business? I just do the thing and take the money!" Mist huffs, visibly flustered, and storms below deck.
Tuk raises an eyebrow and looks around, spots Aubric and flies over.
"So what god did you piss off to get stuck with the half-cocked half-pint? Mine's one of those what's got a name no one can pronounce..."
Hearing Gintarou's concern Druquilla keeps her gaze towards the numerous ships out in the water, "If we catch the gaze of Lux then our choices are run or die. We could try to fight to keep the compass but I doubt it would go our way for long."
Out of the corner of her eye Druquilla catches Ronald's situation and gives a resigned sigh before going to help the man, "How did you even manage this?"
Aubric seeing the imp fly over lowers his book and responds "I am not sure how to respond to such a question. The realms of divinity and otherwise are not my specialty. To the best of my knowledge I have done nothing to piss off any diety." He will then go back to reading his tome.
Tuk rolls his eyes and flits off, muttering something about dwarves and their maddening ways.
In a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone, Tuk's form disappears and is seemingly replaced by that of a raven who caws obnoxiously and flies out to check the merchants' wares.
Several things happened during their stay in Grayhaven. One of them was that Gintarou reached the end of his long growth period. He is now as tall as the biggest Goliath and probably the heaviest creature in the ship. Which meant … Gintarou could finally buy expensive armor without worrying that it would become smaller!
The warrior let Mist do the shopping because the halfling somehow always finds the best price. Gintarou's jaw nearly dropped to the ground and his eyes almost popped out from their socket as he had seen the halfling sold his sad old chainmail like a shiny new one and bought a brand new splint mail like a secondhand product. "I, impossible! The last time I wanted to negotiate a discount, the old dwarf tried to gut me alive! How did you do that! It looked as if you used some… Oh okay. I know. I'm fine. I'm good as long as I can get my splint armor."
Now let's travel back to the present. Gintarou in his shiny new armor, looks at the busy trading hub and says. "It may be a bit late, but shouldn't we stop at the port and gather information about our destination? Also doesn't a ship that passes through such a big town without making any trade look suspicious?"
After Druquilla finishes aiding Ronald and convincing him that other work would be better suited for him she walks back to Gintarou, "We are not a merchant ship so I doubt anyone will give a second glance if we sail by, but I agree that it could be a good idea to go to port to gather information. I would like to know before hand if we are going to have to trek through the heart of an active volcano...again."
They would not think anything of a ship not stopping.
You dock the ship at the Spur, there is no dock master, other ships are pulling in and people are getting on and off ships. You notice that all the other ships have a painted-black oar nailed to the mast. DC 11 Religion check if you want to know what it means. You are able to take one of the crew members with you, I will roll to see who goes with.
1- Hal
2- Blux
3- Ronald
4- Francis
5-Lalia
6- Gorvenal
3
(In the future I will send a message in the private chat that we are coming to a point where an NPC can come with giving you all the freedom to pick who is coming with you.)
Once off the ship and walking along the docks, you hear cries of alarm. As pilgrims are being cast from the landing site by 4 Blackrift sailors and 1 of the Far Elves that was on the Island, and they are heading your way, what do you do?
During the armor dealings, Mist grins at Gintarou's reaction, winks, and lays a finger to the side of his nose knowingly before leaving wordlessly.
Back on the docks, Mist pushes to the front of the group and eyes the approaching hooligans with arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.
"Well it's about time!" he shouts as they approach. "Did you expect us to dock our ship ourselves and walk away with no assurance that our valuables were under careful watch?! I need someone to carry my bags." He waves a hand behind him absently, oversized robe sleeve flapping in the breeze. "Now...who's responsible for the customer experience on this miserable rock? Hmm?? I have a size 5 suggestion I'd like to put in his comment box." He looks at the far elf expectantly and almost accusatorily.
"Well well well little man. You must know nothing." The Far Elf a man, thin, but extreamly tall puts an emphasis on the "Little" part. "You should know, that we are the Blackrift, not a dock master, we are here for the same reason you are, so first we must you. Now of course I am very understanding, you may just leave the way you came."
Standing with her arms cross a few steps now behind Mist Druquilla retorts, "Not sure what it is you think we are here for, but we are just some simple travelers looking for a good spot for some fishing. Heard there was good catches around here just in port to pick up supplies and directions, nothing else to worry about."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Before the group reaches the party Kraven will move to the side of the dock and look over the side into the water to see if he sees anything, ladders and the like to climb up or anyone/anything swimming in the water.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Druquilla make a deception check, at disadvantage, because they were given a discription of the people from Grayhaven. Insight 11
Kraven, the slip that you are parked on is not really that busy so they would have seen you coming down it.
If you pass the religion check:
This is the mark of those who worship the Oarsman of Scur. A popular divine figure among coast dwellers, the Oarsman is a lawful neutral god of safe passage, windless skies, and those lost at sea. A servant of Scur, the tempestuous god of the Sea, the Oarsman, is believed to steer the god's vast ship of water, recovering those sunk by Scur's fury or ferrying them to their final destination. Sailors claim they’ve felt his oar reach out and pull them back onto their boat when they’d slipped beneath the waves. As such, the deity has become the patron saint of those lost at sea, or anyone who seeks a lost loved one. Giant's Spur is regarded by his worshipers as his most holy site, representing the Great Oar that he will someday use to paddle all the world to its rightful destination.
"Woah! 'Little man' is it?" Mist says loudly, glancing behind him at the rest of the group and chuckling. "Check out the big brain on Bradrick!"
Turning back to the elf, his smile evaporates as he continues. "Never heard a yiz. But tell me, Mr. Slackrift, has your height gotten yeh far in life? Seems to me you're yet another porter with a chip on his shoulder. If you're not to help with my bags, run along now. My crew has supplies to acquire and I have a nice, sunny beach to find. You DO have those drinks with the little paper umbrellas on this desolate garbage heap of an island, don't you?"
Mist brazenly turns his back to the guards without waiting for an answer and motions to the rest to get moving and just walk around the ruffians.
Tuk is invisible and flying just above the farthest guard from us. Once he turns around, Mist's eyes glow green and he's is looking through Tuk's eyes just in case the guards try to move on him while his back is turned (power move!). If they do, Tuk will use his sting attack to stab the guard in the neck and create a distraction/confusion as things kick off (that would be Mist's action/Tuk's reaction [Pact of the Chain feature], and Tuk would use his first action to turn invisible again).
Gintarou would keep the great sword and name it "the Wolfsbane".
When they sails past the giant totem, the warrior gives the stone dragon a wary look. "I've heard about the dragon queen. Her power and influence extend to the far east. Dragons love treasures. And we are carrying one of the most precious artifacts in the world. We better watch out…Though I have no idea what should we do,if she lies her eyes on us"
Mist looks longingly at the merchant flotilla as they pass. Fondly remembering the odd shopping episode/session of games...I mean days past. This gold is burning a hole in his pocket and, despite his best efforts, he can't drink his way through all of it.
"So what's this *&^% hole we're off to, again?" you hear Tuk's voice ask from the empty air.
Mist squeaks, jumps, and spins around. "I told you to stop doing that you wretched beastie!"
Tukmas suddenly appears, hovering in the air next to Mist. He snickers and shrugs. Over the course of the last several days you've noticed that while Mist can dismiss Tuk when he wants, the little demon rarely stays gone for long even if he isn't summoned.
"Right, then. *I* know where we're going and what we're doing. But for the benefit of the more dimwitted amongst our ranks..." he jerks his head toward Ronald, who's currently trying to furl the mainsail but somehow manages to tie his forearm to the boom. "Spell it out once more."
With a resigned sigh, Mist recounts how they've been hired to find the pieces of a fallen star for some old crackpot and the next shard is on the island they're currently headed for.
"But why's he want some broken chunks of rock for?" Tuk asks incredulously.
"Why's that any of my business? I just do the thing and take the money!" Mist huffs, visibly flustered, and storms below deck.
Tuk raises an eyebrow and looks around, spots Aubric and flies over.
"So what god did you piss off to get stuck with the half-cocked half-pint? Mine's one of those what's got a name no one can pronounce..."
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Hearing Gintarou's concern Druquilla keeps her gaze towards the numerous ships out in the water, "If we catch the gaze of Lux then our choices are run or die. We could try to fight to keep the compass but I doubt it would go our way for long."
Out of the corner of her eye Druquilla catches Ronald's situation and gives a resigned sigh before going to help the man, "How did you even manage this?"
Aubric seeing the imp fly over lowers his book and responds "I am not sure how to respond to such a question. The realms of divinity and otherwise are not my specialty. To the best of my knowledge I have done nothing to piss off any diety." He will then go back to reading his tome.
Tuk rolls his eyes and flits off, muttering something about dwarves and their maddening ways.
In a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone, Tuk's form disappears and is seemingly replaced by that of a raven who caws obnoxiously and flies out to check the merchants' wares.
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Tuk finds nothing special.
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
One merchant is perplexed as a raven swoops by and suddenly pops out of existence with the sound of something that sounded like profanity.
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Several things happened during their stay in Grayhaven. One of them was that Gintarou reached the end of his long growth period. He is now as tall as the biggest Goliath and probably the heaviest creature in the ship. Which meant … Gintarou could finally buy expensive armor without worrying that it would become smaller!
The warrior let Mist do the shopping because the halfling somehow always finds the best price. Gintarou's jaw nearly dropped to the ground and his eyes almost popped out from their socket as he had seen the halfling sold his sad old chainmail like a shiny new one and bought a brand new splint mail like a secondhand product. "I, impossible! The last time I wanted to negotiate a discount, the old dwarf tried to gut me alive! How did you do that! It looked as if you used some… Oh okay. I know. I'm fine. I'm good as long as I can get my splint armor."
Now let's travel back to the present. Gintarou in his shiny new armor, looks at the busy trading hub and says. "It may be a bit late, but shouldn't we stop at the port and gather information about our destination? Also doesn't a ship that passes through such a big town without making any trade look suspicious?"
After Druquilla finishes aiding Ronald and convincing him that other work would be better suited for him she walks back to Gintarou, "We are not a merchant ship so I doubt anyone will give a second glance if we sail by, but I agree that it could be a good idea to go to port to gather information. I would like to know before hand if we are going to have to trek through the heart of an active volcano...again."
They would not think anything of a ship not stopping.
You dock the ship at the Spur, there is no dock master, other ships are pulling in and people are getting on and off ships. You notice that all the other ships have a painted-black oar nailed to the mast. DC 11 Religion check if you want to know what it means. You are able to take one of the crew members with you, I will roll to see who goes with.
1- Hal
2- Blux
3- Ronald
4- Francis
5-Lalia
6- Gorvenal
3
(In the future I will send a message in the private chat that we are coming to a point where an NPC can come with giving you all the freedom to pick who is coming with you.)
Once off the ship and walking along the docks, you hear cries of alarm. As pilgrims are being cast from the landing site by 4 Blackrift sailors and 1 of the Far Elves that was on the Island, and they are heading your way, what do you do?
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
During the armor dealings, Mist grins at Gintarou's reaction, winks, and lays a finger to the side of his nose knowingly before leaving wordlessly.
Back on the docks, Mist pushes to the front of the group and eyes the approaching hooligans with arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.
"Well it's about time!" he shouts as they approach. "Did you expect us to dock our ship ourselves and walk away with no assurance that our valuables were under careful watch?! I need someone to carry my bags." He waves a hand behind him absently, oversized robe sleeve flapping in the breeze. "Now...who's responsible for the customer experience on this miserable rock? Hmm?? I have a size 5 suggestion I'd like to put in his comment box." He looks at the far elf expectantly and almost accusatorily.
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"Well well well little man. You must know nothing." The Far Elf a man, thin, but extreamly tall puts an emphasis on the "Little" part. "You should know, that we are the Blackrift, not a dock master, we are here for the same reason you are, so first we must you. Now of course I am very understanding, you may just leave the way you came."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Religion Check:20
(I'll post the reaction later)
Religion check: 11
Standing with her arms cross a few steps now behind Mist Druquilla retorts, "Not sure what it is you think we are here for, but we are just some simple travelers looking for a good spot for some fishing. Heard there was good catches around here just in port to pick up supplies and directions, nothing else to worry about."
Before the group reaches the party Kraven will move to the side of the dock and look over the side into the water to see if he sees anything, ladders and the like to climb up or anyone/anything swimming in the water.
Stealth: 14
Perception: 23
Druquilla make a deception check, at disadvantage, because they were given a discription of the people from Grayhaven. Insight 11
Kraven, the slip that you are parked on is not really that busy so they would have seen you coming down it.
If you pass the religion check:
This is the mark of those who worship the Oarsman of Scur. A popular divine figure among coast dwellers, the Oarsman is a lawful neutral god of safe passage, windless skies, and those lost at sea. A servant of Scur, the tempestuous god of the Sea, the Oarsman, is believed to steer the god's vast ship of water, recovering those sunk by Scur's fury or ferrying them to their final destination. Sailors claim they’ve felt his oar reach out and pull them back onto their boat when they’d slipped beneath the waves. As such, the deity has become the patron saint of those lost at sea, or anyone who seeks a lost loved one. Giant's Spur is regarded by his worshipers as his most holy site, representing the Great Oar that he will someday use to paddle all the world to its rightful destination.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
"Woah! 'Little man' is it?" Mist says loudly, glancing behind him at the rest of the group and chuckling. "Check out the big brain on Bradrick!"
Turning back to the elf, his smile evaporates as he continues. "Never heard a yiz. But tell me, Mr. Slackrift, has your height gotten yeh far in life? Seems to me you're yet another porter with a chip on his shoulder. If you're not to help with my bags, run along now. My crew has supplies to acquire and I have a nice, sunny beach to find. You DO have those drinks with the little paper umbrellas on this desolate garbage heap of an island, don't you?"
Mist brazenly turns his back to the guards without waiting for an answer and motions to the rest to get moving and just walk around the ruffians.
Tuk is invisible and flying just above the farthest guard from us. Once he turns around, Mist's eyes glow green and he's is looking through Tuk's eyes just in case the guards try to move on him while his back is turned (power move!). If they do, Tuk will use his sting attack to stab the guard in the neck and create a distraction/confusion as things kick off (that would be Mist's action/Tuk's reaction [Pact of the Chain feature], and Tuk would use his first action to turn invisible again).
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[OOC: ahh, ok, then I would just move to the edge, updated post above.]
Just a side note/reminder, the Bkackrift is the other country who's people are looking for the shards also.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Kraven you do see some fish, each side of the slip does have a ladder one a smaller ship comes in and needs it.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star