Since there is currently a stand-off, Jecob takes the opportunity to use his Divine Sense as an action. (Know the location and type of any celestial, fiend, or undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.)
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1 thing I just saw that I missed, there is no visible door.
Kraven you fall flat jumping up you try and hide next to one of the bookshelves but while the light is not great in the room the places to hide are just not really there.
"You may assume how ever you wish about the numbers and who's favor they are in." Taking a pause to look around he then continues, "However I do belive your assessment might be correct. What else might you suggest?"
Varlan with you 22 arcana check you would have heard of some great necrotic spells that would help subdue people. (Almost like an over powered combination of power word stun and sleep combined.)
You are in an undead creature the room is not large enough for anything to be hidden behind partial cover.
Jecob is satisfied that there are no invisible fiends or undead nearby. "We are alone, unless you count the walls of this room as an undead creature."
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"You may assume how ever you wish about the numbers and who's favor they are in." Taking a pause to look around he then continues, "However I do belive your assessment might be correct. What else might you suggest?"
The electricity coruscating over Varlan's gauntlets subsides and he looks around the table, clearly a little uncomfortable.
"While, technically, I may be the most senior survivor of the ship's crew present, I don't think that makes me the leader here." His gaze briefly rests on Mist, eyebrows raised, before he turns back to the strange elf. "There is, after all, no ship."
"But what I can say is that a force greater than all of us has seen fit to destroy our two vessels and capture us. The fact we are not dead leads to a very important question: Why?"
He nods at Jecob's words then looks around the room and raises his voice, "Whoever you are, why don't you show yourself?"
"While, technically, I may be the most senior survivor of the ship's crew present, I don't think that makes me the leader here." His gaze briefly rests on Mist, eyebrows raised, before he turns back to the strange elf. "There is, after all, no ship."
"But what I can say is that a force greater than all of us has seen fit to destroy our two vessels and capture us. The fact we are not dead leads to a very important question: Why?"
He nods at Jecob's words then looks around the room and raises his voice, "Whoever you are, why don't you show yourself?"
At the mention of being most senior Gorvenal speaks up. "First yous n I joined the crew at the same port, second I've had experience in saling when you were still on the breast. Nd lastly, mast Mist and master Kraven they be masters of the ship, they did the hiring."
In response to your questions of why and trying to call the master forth the Archimandrite stops you, "Wait wait wait. I have some questions of my own, for you lot should you so indulge me." He then turns to the 3 Blackrift sailors, "Search the room find our way out." Then returns to the task at hand. "Now where and how did you get my compass?" The far elf sitting back relaxing in such a manner that almost shows his hand, he still wants the compass and while your truce is in tact he will not hold it tight.
As the sailor moves in to attack Vlar, Vlar calls for a shield of force to block the attack. As magical darts slam into that dome of force Vlar gives the Far Elf a grim smile. His smile does not last long though, as soon he is falling into blackness, only the fact that the elf seemed caught by whatever it was making it at least somewhat better.
Vlar comes to seated at the table. he frowns at the food laid out before them, then around at the far elf and others seated nearby. Deciding to hold his peace for now.
Kuatho is nervous, you see his legs start to rub rhythmically, a thrumming sound, resonating with his shell to give an odd beat, a thrumming music. It tends to be at a faster pitch when he is nervous. He looks to each of you as if to say, “Is this ok? Are we ok?”
Mist sits, sprawled out across the chair. A chair that would've looked comically large with him in it a few weeks ago now simply looks like a normal chair holding a small man. A man who is currently snoring.
He snorts and seems to almost choke as he jerks awake, legs kicking and arms flailing wildly with a shout. Quickly regaining his balance, he sits forward with a start, eyes struggling to focus on the bizarre sight before him.
Looking down at this chest, he notices a distinct lack of foreign objects poking out. Struggling to form words or coherent thoughts (an exceedingly rare condition), the huge halfling finally lets out a bark of laughter as he looks to the rest of the group for validation of his current state.
"Wha's the craic??" he asks no one in particular. "I'd gone fer m' tea but now lookit me!"
Mist springs to his feet and suddenly notices the far elf and the enemy sailors and almost falls over.
"Oi!" he shouts, pointing a finger at the Archimandrite. "What gives, eh? How d'you even know about that blasted compass? And why do y'think we have it, then? It was more trouble that it was worth, diggin' it out that ruin, I can tell yis that much. How ya figure it t'be yours when you never had it in the first place?"
Folding his hands The Archimandrite stairs at Mist "Well question for question, and I guess I will go first. I built it, along with a few others, they have been lost for years. Now how did you all come about it?"
As he is talking one of the Blackrift sailors grabs one of the Candle Sconces, then bursts into flames. After a shirt time of screaming the sailor falls over dead.
The Archimandrite looks at the remaining sailors who have stopped searching, "Well, continue searching."
Kraven shakes himself and then starts to follow along behind the other pirates as they continue their searches, keeping an eye on them. Seeing the other pirate burst into flames, he make sure not to touch anything.
Vlar remains seated at the table, though his eyes are more on the sailors moving around than on the far elf. When the one sailor bursts into fire he let a small smile of appreciation curl up his lips, showing sharp canines. As the sailors are then ordered back to searching for an exit he just settles back, eyes returning to the far elf. "So you created this compass then?" Vlar asks, speaking his words softly.
Folding his hands The Archimandrite stairs at Mist "Well question for question, and I guess I will go first. I built it, along with a few others, they have been lost for years. Now how did you all come about it?"
"Just told you, didn't I? Found it in some ol' ruins. And by the ancient laws o' the tomb raiders, as they say, 'Finders keepers, losers daft-pirate-scum-what-thinks-they-can-'ave-it-back.'"
Mist sits back in his chair and interlaces his fingers, resting elbows on the arms of the oversized seat, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"It really is quite brilliant, if ya did indeed make it. It's been... Profitable. Ya have my thanks."
Looking to Gorvenal, he raises an eyebrow and the old-timer squints uncomfortably.
In his head, Gorvenal hear, "Oi. We're not on the ship and we're all in... Whatever this is... Together. Whilst I appreciate your loyalty and support, we'll probably need everyone's help and it can't all funnel through Birdm'n and m'self or we'll be here forever. If they want to step up, it's t' be encouraged."
Mist has quite a… unique… personality. However, Jacob signed up for the ship (assuming it hasn’t been destroyed). As long as it doesn’t go against the greater being’s directive to protect travelers on the seas, the captain of the crew should be obeyed.
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Varlan shrugs at the sailors words, "As I said, the point is moot, there being no ship. And...like our other, ah ... discussion..." he nods at the Far Elf, "...it is best set aside until we fully understand our predicament." His eyes narrow as he watches the sailors reaction, wondering whether he shares Varlan's skills in cartography or knows how to navigate a ship, or keep it in good order. Never start a fight until you need to, he thinks. "There may yet be bigger fish to fry."
A second Blackrift sailor dies, this one pulls a book from a shelf, and flips through it. At the end of the book he stops and reads a little, let's out a scream as he grabs at his stomach, then another scream as he grabs his neck, he repeats this process 3 more times, each scream louder, each time he looks more grey, more tired, and closer to death. On the 4th episode he falls, dead, and even looks like he started to decompose years ago.
The Archimandrite looks at the fresh dead body and then with out a look of pain or sadness back at Mist.
Varlan, you would know from your time on the ship that Gorvenal is an old time sailor, you would assume he spent time as a pirate (never with any confirmation) and his opinion of people change with the wind. You two have probably had more than a few passing competitions, probably one literally off the ship, then just as many nights drink in good light.
"You mention a fish fry with out fish again and we might have worse problems." The old sea dog gives you a wink then grabs at his medallion around his neck.
Varlan grins at Gorvenal then looks closely at the old sailor's medallion before turning back to the Archimandrite, "I believe it's our turn for a question."
While he waits for Mist to continue his questioning he contemplates the ease with which the Archimandrite allows his followers to die. He winces at the last death throes then looks down at the food, "If a book can kill I hate to think what the food does."
Kuatho is like an insect out of water, puzzled by this sequence of events. He watches curiously as the Blackrift sailor is killed by the book, his antennae twitch and his head turns, he maintains a defensive posture, but says nothing, watching this play out.
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History/Arcana: 20 to recognize any of what happened...religion/nature are 3 lower.
Since there is currently a stand-off, Jecob takes the opportunity to use his Divine Sense as an action.
(Know the location and type of any celestial, fiend, or undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.)
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
1 thing I just saw that I missed, there is no visible door.
Kraven you fall flat jumping up you try and hide next to one of the bookshelves but while the light is not great in the room the places to hide are just not really there.
"You may assume how ever you wish about the numbers and who's favor they are in." Taking a pause to look around he then continues, "However I do belive your assessment might be correct. What else might you suggest?"
Varlan with you 22 arcana check you would have heard of some great necrotic spells that would help subdue people. (Almost like an over powered combination of power word stun and sleep combined.)
You are in an undead creature the room is not large enough for anything to be hidden behind partial cover.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Jecob is satisfied that there are no invisible fiends or undead nearby. "We are alone, unless you count the walls of this room as an undead creature."
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
The electricity coruscating over Varlan's gauntlets subsides and he looks around the table, clearly a little uncomfortable.
"While, technically, I may be the most senior survivor of the ship's crew present, I don't think that makes me the leader here." His gaze briefly rests on Mist, eyebrows raised, before he turns back to the strange elf. "There is, after all, no ship."
"But what I can say is that a force greater than all of us has seen fit to destroy our two vessels and capture us. The fact we are not dead leads to a very important question: Why?"
He nods at Jecob's words then looks around the room and raises his voice, "Whoever you are, why don't you show yourself?"
At the mention of being most senior Gorvenal speaks up. "First yous n I joined the crew at the same port, second I've had experience in saling when you were still on the breast. Nd lastly, mast Mist and master Kraven they be masters of the ship, they did the hiring."
In response to your questions of why and trying to call the master forth the Archimandrite stops you, "Wait wait wait. I have some questions of my own, for you lot should you so indulge me." He then turns to the 3 Blackrift sailors, "Search the room find our way out." Then returns to the task at hand. "Now where and how did you get my compass?" The far elf sitting back relaxing in such a manner that almost shows his hand, he still wants the compass and while your truce is in tact he will not hold it tight.
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Kuatho looks confused and concerned, reeling from what has just happened. “Where… where are we? What happened? What caused this? Is our trip… over?”
Perception : 15
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As the sailor moves in to attack Vlar, Vlar calls for a shield of force to block the attack. As magical darts slam into that dome of force Vlar gives the Far Elf a grim smile. His smile does not last long though, as soon he is falling into blackness, only the fact that the elf seemed caught by whatever it was making it at least somewhat better.
Casting shield
Vlar comes to seated at the table. he frowns at the food laid out before them, then around at the far elf and others seated nearby. Deciding to hold his peace for now.
Kuatho is nervous, you see his legs start to rub rhythmically, a thrumming sound, resonating with his shell to give an odd beat, a thrumming music. It tends to be at a faster pitch when he is nervous. He looks to each of you as if to say, “Is this ok? Are we ok?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Mist sits, sprawled out across the chair. A chair that would've looked comically large with him in it a few weeks ago now simply looks like a normal chair holding a small man. A man who is currently snoring.
He snorts and seems to almost choke as he jerks awake, legs kicking and arms flailing wildly with a shout. Quickly regaining his balance, he sits forward with a start, eyes struggling to focus on the bizarre sight before him.
Looking down at this chest, he notices a distinct lack of foreign objects poking out. Struggling to form words or coherent thoughts (an exceedingly rare condition), the huge halfling finally lets out a bark of laughter as he looks to the rest of the group for validation of his current state.
"Wha's the craic??" he asks no one in particular. "I'd gone fer m' tea but now lookit me!"
Mist springs to his feet and suddenly notices the far elf and the enemy sailors and almost falls over.
"Oi!" he shouts, pointing a finger at the Archimandrite. "What gives, eh? How d'you even know about that blasted compass? And why do y'think we have it, then? It was more trouble that it was worth, diggin' it out that ruin, I can tell yis that much. How ya figure it t'be yours when you never had it in the first place?"
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Folding his hands The Archimandrite stairs at Mist "Well question for question, and I guess I will go first. I built it, along with a few others, they have been lost for years. Now how did you all come about it?"
As he is talking one of the Blackrift sailors grabs one of the Candle Sconces, then bursts into flames. After a shirt time of screaming the sailor falls over dead.
The Archimandrite looks at the remaining sailors who have stopped searching, "Well, continue searching."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Kraven shakes himself and then starts to follow along behind the other pirates as they continue their searches, keeping an eye on them. Seeing the other pirate burst into flames, he make sure not to touch anything.
Vlar remains seated at the table, though his eyes are more on the sailors moving around than on the far elf. When the one sailor bursts into fire he let a small smile of appreciation curl up his lips, showing sharp canines. As the sailors are then ordered back to searching for an exit he just settles back, eyes returning to the far elf. "So you created this compass then?" Vlar asks, speaking his words softly.
"Just told you, didn't I? Found it in some ol' ruins. And by the ancient laws o' the tomb raiders, as they say, 'Finders keepers, losers daft-pirate-scum-what-thinks-they-can-'ave-it-back.'"
Mist sits back in his chair and interlaces his fingers, resting elbows on the arms of the oversized seat, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"It really is quite brilliant, if ya did indeed make it. It's been... Profitable. Ya have my thanks."
Looking to Gorvenal, he raises an eyebrow and the old-timer squints uncomfortably.
In his head, Gorvenal hear, "Oi. We're not on the ship and we're all in... Whatever this is... Together. Whilst I appreciate your loyalty and support, we'll probably need everyone's help and it can't all funnel through Birdm'n and m'self or we'll be here forever. If they want to step up, it's t' be encouraged."
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Gorvenal nods at Mist.
The Archimandrite also nods at Mist, "Fair enough on the answer, my next question. What do youplan to do IF you find the fallen star.
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DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Mist has quite a… unique… personality.
However, Jacob signed up for the ship (assuming it hasn’t been destroyed).
As long as it doesn’t go against the greater being’s directive to protect travelers on the seas, the captain of the crew should be obeyed.
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Varlan shrugs at the sailors words, "As I said, the point is moot, there being no ship. And...like our other, ah ... discussion..." he nods at the Far Elf, "...it is best set aside until we fully understand our predicament." His eyes narrow as he watches the sailors reaction, wondering whether he shares Varlan's skills in cartography or knows how to navigate a ship, or keep it in good order. Never start a fight until you need to, he thinks. "There may yet be bigger fish to fry."
A second Blackrift sailor dies, this one pulls a book from a shelf, and flips through it. At the end of the book he stops and reads a little, let's out a scream as he grabs at his stomach, then another scream as he grabs his neck, he repeats this process 3 more times, each scream louder, each time he looks more grey, more tired, and closer to death. On the 4th episode he falls, dead, and even looks like he started to decompose years ago.
The Archimandrite looks at the fresh dead body and then with out a look of pain or sadness back at Mist.
Varlan, you would know from your time on the ship that Gorvenal is an old time sailor, you would assume he spent time as a pirate (never with any confirmation) and his opinion of people change with the wind. You two have probably had more than a few passing competitions, probably one literally off the ship, then just as many nights drink in good light.
"You mention a fish fry with out fish again and we might have worse problems." The old sea dog gives you a wink then grabs at his medallion around his neck.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Varlan grins at Gorvenal then looks closely at the old sailor's medallion before turning back to the Archimandrite, "I believe it's our turn for a question."
While he waits for Mist to continue his questioning he contemplates the ease with which the Archimandrite allows his followers to die. He winces at the last death throes then looks down at the food, "If a book can kill I hate to think what the food does."
Kuatho is like an insect out of water, puzzled by this sequence of events. He watches curiously as the Blackrift sailor is killed by the book, his antennae twitch and his head turns, he maintains a defensive posture, but says nothing, watching this play out.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.