"Hello...The Buyer. My name is Red Chanter and this is Katia. As you may have gathered from that explosion of words, we've come with a group from Palebank Village. You may have already been informed that Urgon Wenth recently passed of an illness contracted from an artifact found here on Foren. We need to find out if any more vials of blue liquid have left the island through you or by any other means as they are exceedingly dangerous. If you've happened to see or hear of the antidote, as she said: golden vials and all that, and were inclined to share that information with us, we'd be in your debt."
Noting Shagar spliting of for preperation. Old Man Malik would trott off after. SImply put-he's not much into talking to this buyer, nor was he as tight knit with the passed as the others. He's concerned for the still living, so preparation seems a fine idea. Splitting off alone less so. Thus the pairing . "Wait yer butt. My legs are shorter with this here cane! What we be needed then.." Off to shop!
Harley heads over to Orvo's tent, spending some time chatting about Eiselcross, the lands, and expeditions across them. She watches as he prepares the map, sticking around to collect it when it's done, and to hear any parting advice or warnings that Orvo might be able to give them.
The Buyer grins as Katia talks, a smile as white as the snow. He bows his head at the bad news. Dew, the faerie dragon, droops its wings. “Heavens me. I remember Urgon. He was a good dwarf. The world is colder and darker without him. You have my greatest sympathies.” The dragon flies over and lands on Katia’s shoulder. “And Dew’s.”
The Buyer thinks a moment. “Unfortunately I do not recall purchasing any vials, golden, blue or otherwise, in recent years. Dew and I will keep our eyes sharp, won’t we Dew? And yes, I have a means to teleport items to Palebank Village and other parts of Uthodurn.”
(Exploring Syrinlya)
The camp is small, with less than two hundred residents. Most are mercenary explorers from Uthodurn looking to get rich. You quickly learn that the camp’s leader, Professor Gulrim Shalebrow, was expected to return weeks ago but has not appeared. Many in the camp are preparing a trip of their own to determine his whereabouts. As a result, only meager trade goods are available for trade or purchase.
(With Orvo)
Orvo rummages through one of his crates, producing a pile of dirty and stained journals, all well-worn and fully written. He talks to Harley as he works. “Eiselcross’s made up of eight icy islands. Foren’s the largest. It also draws the most adventurers and treasure seekers, what with Aeor’s crash here. You do know about Aeor, don’t ya?”
He pulls out a fresh parchment, quill, and inkpot and begins to sketch a rough map.
“Anyway, we ain’t the only ones here, oh no. There’s the native clans, the wildfolk, humans and halflings, that roam the islands following herds of elk and mammoths. They worship the land itself, its animals, and the air, snow, and water. They’re distrustful of outsiders, especially since we enter their forbidden places and use magic to uncover the land’s secrets. You’ll be wise to avoid them.”
“Not only that, oh no! You gotta worry about the saber-tooths, roaming undead, white dragons, yetis, hags, and probably worse.”
"Ah, now here we go. This's Eiselcross more or less."
Condolences delivered by the faerie dragon would melt the heart of the statue and Katia could not help it but smile. She tenderly touched the scales, admiring the translucent wings and for the moment was lost to anything else around her. She heard the important part though and exhaled with relieve. "I am glad we could warn you. Probably should inform other treasure hunters too - the disease it terrible and deadly. Thank you for your kind words. We will return as soon as we can find the cure."
She smiled again, offered Dew her arm to perch on so she could place the dragon on the table (not without regret) and if Red was did not have any more question, departed to join the group. The news seemed to be too important to her to keep it a secret and should they run into Morgo, the information about the poison and the cure was immediately shared. Actually, Katia was ready to seek Morgo - disappeared expedition sounded to ominous and rescuers had to be prepared too.
Once that was done, Katia was ready to discuss the group's plans now.
Beyond Syrinlya, perhaps at the edge of the world, lies the vast evergreen forests and open tundra of Foren. This is a vast and open, frost-molded landscape. The permafrost prevents deep roots from forming, and so vegetation consists only of low-lying shrubs, sedges, reindeer mosses, liverworts, and grasses. It is home to a variety of large fauna such as saber-toothed tigers, giant beavers, cave bears, and huge palmate-racked deer. The trees slowly give way from towering pines and spruces to stunted versions of these evergreens and eventually to clumps of dwarf trees sheltering in any nook or cranny the land provides. The terrain changes from soft pine needle-covered forests to boggy tundra, frozen throughout most of the year and providing fodder only in the short summer. Yet the landscape in this region is open, occasioned only by gentle hills and crags of rock, with visibility for miles.
As you are hiking on the second day, the earth trembles. From beneath the snow and ice bursts a remorhaz in a cloud of steam, its body pulsing with internal fire! Winglike fins flare from the back of the creature’s head, and its wide mouth brims with jagged teeth!
(DM Screen)
Daelnar init 18 Harley init 4 Katia init 13 Malik init 9 Red init 10 Shagar init 10
(Well that thing is alarming. I assume this is not an animal.. so speak with animals won't help)
Old Man Malik yelps, been a while since this happened, and promptly and impuslivly waves his obsidian cane above his head "hoi Poi Oh Doh" a small mote from within the cane lingers in place, before growing into a large spear of light, that flings forth towards the creature. The old man prompletly hot foots it further back, leaving the younger folks to play
9 To Hit 13 Radiant Damage If it hits; next attack gets Advantage, so make it a good one. (or call out that you're waiting until someone else attacks when you post if your posting early) (Sad panda. No way that hits)
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"Son Kor a *****!" Shaker exclames in orcish as she casts Hunter's Mark. She will then spread out about 30 ft from the group to not get caught in any kind of area effect and as she is running. Once set Shagar draws back her bow and fires off a shot. Attack: 27 Damage: 6 Hunter's Mark damage: 4
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Katia froze on place - that thing came straight from nightmares and they just begun their journey! The thing looked way too big to even attempt to put it to sleep and Katia was not ashamed when stepped back from it, sending - pure reflexes, of course! - two bolts of energy toward it:
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As the creature bursts into view, Red Chanter darts past it to keep it in the center of the group (and to put some distance between it and herself).
Midway through her sprint, she grins back at the group and shouts, "This one's so ugly we'll be doing it a favor by putting it down!" and casts vicious mockery (WIS save DC 13 for 3 psychic damage and disadvantage on its next attack roll).
"Daelnar! Get in close and give it hell!" she says as she grants him 1d6 BI.
Sorry...not feeling particularly inspired and trying to catch up on a dozen things today so not putting too much effort into witty insults at the moment. XD
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Old Man Malik yelps, been a while since this happened, and promptly and impuslivly waves his obsidian cane above his head "hoi Poi Oh Doh" a small mote from within the cane lingers in place, before growing into a large spear of light, that flings forth towards the creature. It twists away, avoiding the spear. The old man promptly hot foots it further back, leaving the younger folks to play
"This is... not just a saber-tooth!" Harley jumps straight into a reckless attack with her greataxe. She cleaves through its hard exoskeleton, slicing into meat. Yet as she does, she releases a spurt of lava-like “blood” that burns her own flesh! (Harley takes 5 fire damage).
"Son Kor a *****!" Shagar exclames in orcish as she casts Hunter's Mark. She will then spread out about 30 ft from the group to not get caught in any kind of area effect and as she is running. Once set Shagar draws back her bow and fires off a shot. Her arrow strikes the creature in the throat, and burning blood oozes down its skin.
Katia froze on place - that thing came straight from nightmares and they just begun their journey! The thing looked way too big to even attempt to put it to sleep and Katia was not ashamed when stepped back from it, sending - pure reflexes, of course! - two bolts of energy toward it. The creature wavers from the impact of her thunderbolts! It screeches and chitters in pain.
As the creature bursts into view, Red Chanter darts past it to keep it in the center of the group (and to put some distance between it and herself). Midway through her sprint, she grins back at the group and shouts, "This one's so ugly we'll be doing it a favor by putting it down!" and casts vicious mockery (WIS save DC 13 for 3 psychic damage and disadvantage on its next attack roll). "Daelnar! Get in close and give it hell!" she says as she grants him 1d6 BI.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Old Malik scrambles as Harley takes a hard hit, cupping his onyx staff's head pulling a small globule of a bubble off it, looking towards Harley so far but so close to the creature and gives a gentle blow that ambly floats towards Harley. As the mote floats to fulfil its destiny, the cane once again goes into the air and a small javeline of light appears above Malik, bringing down his cane in the direction of the creature the javelin of light flies towards the creature's maw.
Javeline of light 22To Hit 11 Force Damage
Mote/light bubble Harley heals 6 (I am assuming Harley went down from that damage that is almost twice my HP haha. )
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As his glaive eats into the remorhaz causing the spill of lava, unable to dodge, the barbarian takes burns over his exposed flesh as he tries to sheild his face. The lava washing over Daelnar seems to break him from the haze he has been in since leaving Palebank. "That was a bit too much heat for me..."
The beast infront of him takes all his focus, and he moves back amidst the wails of the creature to make the most of his range. Stepping back from the creature and conscious of the possible lava spout, Daelnar attacks the beast with a swipe of his glaive before following it up with the a jab from the butt. Then takes a quick step back again preparing if the creature comes at him.
Movement: 5ft back from creature, then 10 ft to circle it. After attacks, 5 ft back to leave him 15ft away. Action: Attack (slashing): 23 Damage: 12 Bonus Action: Attack (bludgeoning): 18 Damage: 5
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Seeing that Daelnar has the beast distracted, Red Chanter continues circling the creature to sneak in close, humming all the way. Something is familiar about the "bum-bum-bum"-ing of the tune but you can't quite put your finger on it. Finally, she turns and shouts, "Harley, are you ok? Are you ok, Harley? You've been bit by a huge myriapod!" as she reaches down to the slowly recovering goliath and reinvigorates her.
Cure wounds5 HP to Harley (16 total with Malik's healing) & 1d6 BI.
Red then darts away from the fray with her dazzling feline agility!
Red Chanter smiles at Katia's excitability.
"Hello...The Buyer. My name is Red Chanter and this is Katia. As you may have gathered from that explosion of words, we've come with a group from Palebank Village. You may have already been informed that Urgon Wenth recently passed of an illness contracted from an artifact found here on Foren. We need to find out if any more vials of blue liquid have left the island through you or by any other means as they are exceedingly dangerous. If you've happened to see or hear of the antidote, as she said: golden vials and all that, and were inclined to share that information with us, we'd be in your debt."
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
Shagar will be spending this time talking to any locals trying to get the lay of the land and prepping supplies for the long journey.
(Any rolls you'd like I will add)
Noting Shagar spliting of for preperation. Old Man Malik would trott off after. SImply put-he's not much into talking to this buyer, nor was he as tight knit with the passed as the others. He's concerned for the still living, so preparation seems a fine idea. Splitting off alone less so. Thus the pairing . "Wait yer butt. My legs are shorter with this here cane! What we be needed then.." Off to shop!
Harley heads over to Orvo's tent, spending some time chatting about Eiselcross, the lands, and expeditions across them. She watches as he prepares the map, sticking around to collect it when it's done, and to hear any parting advice or warnings that Orvo might be able to give them.
A completed pbp forum game:
Harley Atheonaikie in Frozen Sick
-
Current pbp forum games:
Delilah Rose in Rivulestice
Tragedy Whispers (Previously: A Deep & Creeping Darkness & Waterdeep: Dragon Heist)
(With The Buyer)
The Buyer grins as Katia talks, a smile as white as the snow. He bows his head at the bad news. Dew, the faerie dragon, droops its wings. “Heavens me. I remember Urgon. He was a good dwarf. The world is colder and darker without him. You have my greatest sympathies.” The dragon flies over and lands on Katia’s shoulder. “And Dew’s.”
The Buyer thinks a moment. “Unfortunately I do not recall purchasing any vials, golden, blue or otherwise, in recent years. Dew and I will keep our eyes sharp, won’t we Dew? And yes, I have a means to teleport items to Palebank Village and other parts of Uthodurn.”
(Exploring Syrinlya)
The camp is small, with less than two hundred residents. Most are mercenary explorers from Uthodurn looking to get rich. You quickly learn that the camp’s leader, Professor Gulrim Shalebrow, was expected to return weeks ago but has not appeared. Many in the camp are preparing a trip of their own to determine his whereabouts. As a result, only meager trade goods are available for trade or purchase.
(With Orvo)
Orvo rummages through one of his crates, producing a pile of dirty and stained journals, all well-worn and fully written. He talks to Harley as he works. “Eiselcross’s made up of eight icy islands. Foren’s the largest. It also draws the most adventurers and treasure seekers, what with Aeor’s crash here. You do know about Aeor, don’t ya?”
He pulls out a fresh parchment, quill, and inkpot and begins to sketch a rough map.
“Anyway, we ain’t the only ones here, oh no. There’s the native clans, the wildfolk, humans and halflings, that roam the islands following herds of elk and mammoths. They worship the land itself, its animals, and the air, snow, and water. They’re distrustful of outsiders, especially since we enter their forbidden places and use magic to uncover the land’s secrets. You’ll be wise to avoid them.”
“Not only that, oh no! You gotta worry about the saber-tooths, roaming undead, white dragons, yetis, hags, and probably worse.”
"Ah, now here we go. This's Eiselcross more or less."
Condolences delivered by the faerie dragon would melt the heart of the statue and Katia could not help it but smile. She tenderly touched the scales, admiring the translucent wings and for the moment was lost to anything else around her. She heard the important part though and exhaled with relieve. "I am glad we could warn you. Probably should inform other treasure hunters too - the disease it terrible and deadly. Thank you for your kind words. We will return as soon as we can find the cure."
She smiled again, offered Dew her arm to perch on so she could place the dragon on the table (not without regret) and if Red was did not have any more question, departed to join the group. The news seemed to be too important to her to keep it a secret and should they run into Morgo, the information about the poison and the cure was immediately shared. Actually, Katia was ready to seek Morgo - disappeared expedition sounded to ominous and rescuers had to be prepared too.
Once that was done, Katia was ready to discuss the group's plans now.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Beyond Syrinlya, perhaps at the edge of the world, lies the vast evergreen forests and open tundra of Foren. This is a vast and open, frost-molded landscape. The permafrost prevents deep roots from forming, and so vegetation consists only of low-lying shrubs, sedges, reindeer mosses, liverworts, and grasses. It is home to a variety of large fauna such as saber-toothed tigers, giant beavers, cave bears, and huge palmate-racked deer. The trees slowly give way from towering pines and spruces to stunted versions of these evergreens and eventually to clumps of dwarf trees sheltering in any nook or cranny the land provides. The terrain changes from soft pine needle-covered forests to boggy tundra, frozen throughout most of the year and providing fodder only in the short summer. Yet the landscape in this region is open, occasioned only by gentle hills and crags of rock, with visibility for miles.
As you are hiking on the second day, the earth trembles. From beneath the snow and ice bursts a remorhaz in a cloud of steam, its body pulsing with internal fire! Winglike fins flare from the back of the creature’s head, and its wide mouth brims with jagged teeth!
(DM Screen)
Daelnar init 18
Harley init 4
Katia init 13
Malik init 9
Red init 10
Shagar init 10
Remorhaz init 9
Initiative (bold may act): PCs, remorhaz
(Well that thing is alarming. I assume this is not an animal.. so speak with animals won't help)
Old Man Malik yelps, been a while since this happened, and promptly and impuslivly waves his obsidian cane above his head "hoi Poi Oh Doh" a small mote from within the cane lingers in place, before growing into a large spear of light, that flings forth towards the creature. The old man prompletly hot foots it further back, leaving the younger folks to play
9 To Hit 13 Radiant Damage
If it hits; next attack gets Advantage, so make it a good one. (or call out that you're waiting until someone else attacks when you post if your posting early) (Sad panda. No way that hits)
(edit moved myself on the mapz
(Yikes that is alarming)
"This is... not just a saber-tooth!" Harley jumps straight into a reckless attack with her greataxe.
Attack: 17 Damage: 13
"If anyone knows any defensive moves, might be worth trying them out now," she yells behind her.
A completed pbp forum game:
Harley Atheonaikie in Frozen Sick
-
Current pbp forum games:
Delilah Rose in Rivulestice
Tragedy Whispers (Previously: A Deep & Creeping Darkness & Waterdeep: Dragon Heist)
"Son Kor a *****!" Shaker exclames in orcish as she casts Hunter's Mark. She will then spread out about 30 ft from the group to not get caught in any kind of area effect and as she is running. Once set Shagar draws back her bow and fires off a shot. Attack: 27 Damage: 6 Hunter's Mark damage: 4
Katia froze on place - that thing came straight from nightmares and they just begun their journey! The thing looked way too big to even attempt to put it to sleep and Katia was not ashamed when stepped back from it, sending - pure reflexes, of course! - two bolts of energy toward it:
Wild Magic: 9 if faild: 1
Chaos Bolt Attack: 9 Damage: 9 + 3
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
As the creature bursts into view, Red Chanter darts past it to keep it in the center of the group (and to put some distance between it and herself).
Midway through her sprint, she grins back at the group and shouts, "This one's so ugly we'll be doing it a favor by putting it down!" and casts vicious mockery (WIS save DC 13 for 3 psychic damage and disadvantage on its next attack roll).
"Daelnar! Get in close and give it hell!" she says as she grants him 1d6 BI.
Sorry...not feeling particularly inspired and trying to catch up on a dozen things today so not putting too much effort into witty insults at the moment. XD
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
(Botting Daelnar): Attack: 18 Damage: 11
BI bonus to attack: 4
Old Man Malik yelps, been a while since this happened, and promptly and impuslivly waves his obsidian cane above his head "hoi Poi Oh Doh" a small mote from within the cane lingers in place, before growing into a large spear of light, that flings forth towards the creature. It twists away, avoiding the spear. The old man promptly hot foots it further back, leaving the younger folks to play
"This is... not just a saber-tooth!" Harley jumps straight into a reckless attack with her greataxe. She cleaves through its hard exoskeleton, slicing into meat. Yet as she does, she releases a spurt of lava-like “blood” that burns her own flesh! (Harley takes 5 fire damage).
"Son Kor a *****!" Shagar exclames in orcish as she casts Hunter's Mark. She will then spread out about 30 ft from the group to not get caught in any kind of area effect and as she is running. Once set Shagar draws back her bow and fires off a shot. Her arrow strikes the creature in the throat, and burning blood oozes down its skin.
Katia froze on place - that thing came straight from nightmares and they just begun their journey! The thing looked way too big to even attempt to put it to sleep and Katia was not ashamed when stepped back from it, sending - pure reflexes, of course! - two bolts of energy toward it. The creature wavers from the impact of her thunderbolts! It screeches and chitters in pain.
As the creature bursts into view, Red Chanter darts past it to keep it in the center of the group (and to put some distance between it and herself). Midway through her sprint, she grins back at the group and shouts, "This one's so ugly we'll be doing it a favor by putting it down!" and casts vicious mockery (WIS save DC 13 for 3 psychic damage and disadvantage on its next attack roll). "Daelnar! Get in close and give it hell!" she says as she grants him 1d6 BI.
Remorhaz Will DC 13: 8
Daelnar's blade plunges deep into the creature’s belly, releasing another torrent of lava! (Daelnar takes 10 fire damage.)
The creature’s neck recoils. It hisses, releasing a wave of fire and steam. It strikes like a cobra, snapping at 2 --> Harley!
Remorhaz Bite @ Harley: Attack: 14 Damage: 24 plus 4 fire damage.
Initiative (bold may act): PCs, remorhaz
Old Malik scrambles as Harley takes a hard hit, cupping his onyx staff's head pulling a small globule of a bubble off it, looking towards Harley so far but so close to the creature and gives a gentle blow that ambly floats towards Harley. As the mote floats to fulfil its destiny, the cane once again goes into the air and a small javeline of light appears above Malik, bringing down his cane in the direction of the creature the javelin of light flies towards the creature's maw.
Javeline of light 22To Hit 11 Force Damage
Mote/light bubble Harley heals 6
(I am assuming Harley went down from that damage that is almost twice my HP haha. )
As his glaive eats into the remorhaz causing the spill of lava, unable to dodge, the barbarian takes burns over his exposed flesh as he tries to sheild his face. The lava washing over Daelnar seems to break him from the haze he has been in since leaving Palebank. "That was a bit too much heat for me..."
The beast infront of him takes all his focus, and he moves back amidst the wails of the creature to make the most of his range. Stepping back from the creature and conscious of the possible lava spout, Daelnar attacks the beast with a swipe of his glaive before following it up with the a jab from the butt. Then takes a quick step back again preparing if the creature comes at him.
Movement: 5ft back from creature, then 10 ft to circle it. After attacks, 5 ft back to leave him 15ft away.
Action: Attack (slashing): 23 Damage: 12
Bonus Action: Attack (bludgeoning): 18 Damage: 5
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Katia, very surprised her attack worked - and without consequences too (!) - repeated the attack:
Wild Magic: 20 if failed: 47
Chaos Bolt Attack: 21 Damage: 14 + 1 (Psychic damage)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Seeing that Daelnar has the beast distracted, Red Chanter continues circling the creature to sneak in close, humming all the way. Something is familiar about the "bum-bum-bum"-ing of the tune but you can't quite put your finger on it. Finally, she turns and shouts, "Harley, are you ok? Are you ok, Harley? You've been bit by a huge myriapod!" as she reaches down to the slowly recovering goliath and reinvigorates her.
Cure wounds 5 HP to Harley (16 total with Malik's healing) & 1d6 BI.
Red then darts away from the fray with her dazzling feline agility!
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
Shagar pulls back and fires again
Attack: 22 Damage: 6 Hunters Mark damage:2