Running along the Sea of Swords, the Sword Coast is a place of adventure where ancient strongholds and ruins of long-lost kingdoms can be explored. The two dominating city-states of the area, Neverwinter to the north and Baldur's Gate to the south, use the sea for trade.
However, for anyone travelling between the two city-states, Leilon is a place where anyone can find rest along the High Road. It is a small town that people from Neverwinter have slowly been rebuilding over the past couple of years. The Lord Protector of Neverwinter wants to turn it into a small settlement to ward off threats from the Mere of Dead Men.
Yet, Leilon has a two-story inn called Umber Hulk's Shell Inn. The inn is owned by Alion Malwyn, a kind-hearted, nonbinary Illuskan human. Upon arriving at the inn, Alion told you about more shark fins being spotted in the sea lately, and some people have claimed that they have spotted humanoids swimming alongside the sharks. However, it was Umber Hulk's Shell Inn which you all have chosen to stop at for the night.
Unfortunately, the sounds of screams disturbs your sleep and you wake up with a jolt.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
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"No... don't put... grapes in the oven..." Gubo mutters from under the bedsheets, in the clutches of what is undoubtedly a very strange dream. "Mayor will... explode--- ACK! I'm awake, I'm awake!" He (literally) jumps up upon waking up to the sound of what may or may not still be a dream, launching himself out of the bed and onto the floor. "Shit. Ow." He gets up and shakes his head. "What's all the commotion down there? Sounds like someone's cat is dying." He quickly gets dressed---nothing more than a loose cream shirt half-tucked into a pair of simple trousers---and grabs his Dulcimer case, dagger holster and rapier at the last second as he runs out the door.
His short, black and white mottled fur glistens in the faint lighting of the Inn's corridor. In his mad dash to the source of the screaming he almost trips over his own feet quite a few times. "I'm surely gonna have a massive headache after this." He bounds down the way to the screaming and when he arrives, he tries to take a good look at what's going on.
Laszlo awakes with a violent coughing fit. Although the process was the same somehow he still wasn't quite used to the whole business of breathing air. It just felt wrong to take a breath that had no resistance to it. Still, if he was going to fit in and serve on a ship breathing was going to be the least of his challenges. "I ain't going to let 'em take me for a complete greenhorn, get it together!" he sputters out between residual coughs while throwing on his clothes and gathering his gear. "Screams in the middle of the night though? Sounds like an opportunity!" Laszlo dashes out the door of his room still struggling to pull a disagreeable arm through his coat sleeve.
Ahorangi lays sprawled out on a bed that is slightly too small for her. Made even smaller by the fact she sleeps with a massive great maul wrapped in her arms. Her eye snaps open at the screams and for the briefest of moments she sees flailing arms and faces sinking beneath the waves, screaming out for her aid... The vision fades quickly to become the rafters of the small bedroom, but the screams continue. She sits up and first takes the bandana on the night stand and ties it across her missing eye, the red and gold of the bandana standing out against the dark mocha color of her skin. She ties back her black dreadlocks, then stands to her full 6 and a half feet, pulling tunic and trousers over herself. Her face cracks into a broad smile and picks up her maul, speaking in a soft-spoken voice that would immediately put anyone at ease, before leaving the room towards the source of the sound.
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Rushing down the stairs to the lower level, you find yourselves in an outbreak of chaos. The windows of the tavern are smashed, with glass scattered covering the ground and nearby tables and chairs. In the middle of the room stands a lone figure. The moonlight from outside breaks the shadows that cover the figure to show that standing before you is a skeleton wearing the clothes of a pirate. You then notice that lying on the floor beside the pirate skeleton is the body of Alion. However, you cannot tell if Alion is dead or just unconscious.
Outside the windows, more people are running past the inn, chased by similarly dressed skeletons. More skeletons are throwing burning torches at the nearby buildings.
Gubo catches sight of a glowing pirate ship docked in the Sea of Swords down by the coast.
The pirate skeleton before you begins advancing on you, brandishing a shortsword.
(Roll for initiative. Pirate skeleton: 14)
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Ahorangi stands still amongst the chaos, her grip tightening on her maul. A skeleton pirate. Not having seen the ghostly ship yet, the implications are lost on her. But nobody puts down a defenseless innkeeper without words, and perhaps blows, being exchanged. And so she raises her maul and prepares to enter the fray.
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Descending the stairs with equal parts walking and a semi-controlled slide Laszlo reaches the main floor of the inn, quickly taking stock of the situation. The skeleton looks not entirely different from the ones Laszlo looted to assemble his own outfit from. Those hadn’t been moving though and they certainly hadn’t been capable of killing anyone. Sizing up the lone skeleton he draws his slightly bent rapier and shouts at the undead “The assault is bad, but the far worse crime is for a pirate to be that bone dry in a tavern!”
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Initiative: 24 (original roll: 17)
"What is that...?" Squinting into the distance, Gubo gets out his Dulcimer and starts tuning it. "A ship? Good golly, do you see that? I reckon that's where you came from." He pauses, plucking the last string with finality. "And that's where you'll be sent back to."
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Titus would not be in a room, he would have been sleeping at a table, but it would not have woke him up earlier or gotten him ready any faster. He gets to his feet scratching at his neck. His dirty cloth too big for him, he pulles his sword confused.
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Ahorangi grins and charges at the skeleton with her maul raised high. As she runs, her image blurs slightly until it separates and another Ahorangi, this one with two eyes, also charges alongside her. She crashes down at the skeleton, and the echo of herself does the same.
BONUS ACTION: Manifest Echo
ACTION - Maul to hit: 12 Damage: 10 bludgeoning
Unleash Incarnation for the Echo to also attack - Maul to hit: 15 Damage: 12
"Hey, you." The harengon strikes a chord on his Dulcimer, jutting his chin out at the skeleton. "You mangled excuse for a pile of bones. I bet you get a kick out of beating a dead horse, you're just that utterly useless." Gubo hops around in place, strumming on his instrument the whole time. "You're not even worth wasting a spell slot."
(Casting Vicious Mockery. WIS save with a DC of 13, for 1 Psychic damage on a failed save.)
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Laszlo sees the others join the fight with the skeleton and makes his move as well. Subconsciously stepping in time to the rapid strumming of the dulcimer the lithe elf chases after Ahorangi. As she splits into two distinct forms that each crash into the creature, Laszlo twirls between the two versions and extends his arm in a strike with the rapier.
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(Wis save: 9)
As Gubo hops around, the words he uses to throw insults at the skeleton affect the creature's psyche, but it seems to shrug it off.
Ahorangi, however, manages to cause much more damage. She swings her maul and cracks one of the skeleton's ribs. Then the attack from her echo brakes its arm into pieces.
Laslo then moves in to finish the job with his rapier. The skeleton tumbles to the floor in a pile of bones.
Titus scrambels to his feet scratching at his neck. "Waa Waaa What was that?" Looking over his shoulder he yells "I can tell it was a Skeleton, but where did it come from!" Titus walks to the heep of bones and starts to rub his fingers alone the bones, then smells his fingers.
Looking a little disappointed that the skeleton fell so quickly, Ahorangi leans on her maul as the echo slowly fades away and she looks around. In reply to Titus, she says "No idea, mate. But sounds like there are more outside." Then looking at Laszlo who is attempting to stabilise Alion: "How are they doing? Gonna live?"
"Thanks for the help by the way. I'm Ahorangi, and this is Kowhatu," she points to her maul "It's a pleasure to meet you all. What say we get better dressed for the occasion and go find ourselves some more skellies to play with?"
Laszlo lets out the breath he’d been holding in while he worked to crudely dress the wound and halt the bleeding. “Yeah, looks like they’ll pull through. Won’t mean much if another one of ‘em comes in here to finish the job though." You see the young man bend over and start gently dragging the unconscious innkeeper behind the counter. As he works to move them out of view he grunts, “Best we can do for now.”
Blue skin now flushed a full shade darker from the effort he turns back to the group. “Name’s Laszlo, Captain of the Tatterdemalion currently on… shore leave. Always a pleasure to work with a capable crew.” He bows deeply before Ahorangi with a flourish and says, “truly you do beautiful work master Kowhatu.” Turning to the Harengon man he continues “although it pales in comparison to the beauty of that song, very fine indeed sir.” A scream outside reminds him of the current situation. “Right, I agree. Let’s prepare for what may be a rather exhausting night.”
Titus looks over his shoulder, "NO! NO! NO!" then hearing everyone talk about leaving the Inn he askes "Are you all going to leave me here? Not alone." Then back over his shoulder "Fine you get your way."
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Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
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Running along the Sea of Swords, the Sword Coast is a place of adventure where ancient strongholds and ruins of long-lost kingdoms can be explored. The two dominating city-states of the area, Neverwinter to the north and Baldur's Gate to the south, use the sea for trade.
However, for anyone travelling between the two city-states, Leilon is a place where anyone can find rest along the High Road. It is a small town that people from Neverwinter have slowly been rebuilding over the past couple of years. The Lord Protector of Neverwinter wants to turn it into a small settlement to ward off threats from the Mere of Dead Men.
Yet, Leilon has a two-story inn called Umber Hulk's Shell Inn. The inn is owned by Alion Malwyn, a kind-hearted, nonbinary Illuskan human. Upon arriving at the inn, Alion told you about more shark fins being spotted in the sea lately, and some people have claimed that they have spotted humanoids swimming alongside the sharks. However, it was Umber Hulk's Shell Inn which you all have chosen to stop at for the night.
Unfortunately, the sounds of screams disturbs your sleep and you wake up with a jolt.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"No... don't put... grapes in the oven..." Gubo mutters from under the bedsheets, in the clutches of what is undoubtedly a very strange dream. "Mayor will... explode--- ACK! I'm awake, I'm awake!" He (literally) jumps up upon waking up to the sound of what may or may not still be a dream, launching himself out of the bed and onto the floor. "Shit. Ow." He gets up and shakes his head. "What's all the commotion down there? Sounds like someone's cat is dying." He quickly gets dressed---nothing more than a loose cream shirt half-tucked into a pair of simple trousers---and grabs his Dulcimer case, dagger holster and rapier at the last second as he runs out the door.
His short, black and white mottled fur glistens in the faint lighting of the Inn's corridor. In his mad dash to the source of the screaming he almost trips over his own feet quite a few times. "I'm surely gonna have a massive headache after this." He bounds down the way to the screaming and when he arrives, he tries to take a good look at what's going on.
Perception: 10
(In case it decides to change on me: the original roll was 17)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Laszlo awakes with a violent coughing fit. Although the process was the same somehow he still wasn't quite used to the whole business of breathing air. It just felt wrong to take a breath that had no resistance to it. Still, if he was going to fit in and serve on a ship breathing was going to be the least of his challenges. "I ain't going to let 'em take me for a complete greenhorn, get it together!" he sputters out between residual coughs while throwing on his clothes and gathering his gear. "Screams in the middle of the night though? Sounds like an opportunity!" Laszlo dashes out the door of his room still struggling to pull a disagreeable arm through his coat sleeve.
Ahorangi lays sprawled out on a bed that is slightly too small for her. Made even smaller by the fact she sleeps with a massive great maul wrapped in her arms. Her eye snaps open at the screams and for the briefest of moments she sees flailing arms and faces sinking beneath the waves, screaming out for her aid... The vision fades quickly to become the rafters of the small bedroom, but the screams continue. She sits up and first takes the bandana on the night stand and ties it across her missing eye, the red and gold of the bandana standing out against the dark mocha color of her skin. She ties back her black dreadlocks, then stands to her full 6 and a half feet, pulling tunic and trousers over herself. Her face cracks into a broad smile and picks up her maul, speaking in a soft-spoken voice that would immediately put anyone at ease, before leaving the room towards the source of the sound.
"Sounds like adventure, Kowhatu!"
Rushing down the stairs to the lower level, you find yourselves in an outbreak of chaos. The windows of the tavern are smashed, with glass scattered covering the ground and nearby tables and chairs. In the middle of the room stands a lone figure. The moonlight from outside breaks the shadows that cover the figure to show that standing before you is a skeleton wearing the clothes of a pirate. You then notice that lying on the floor beside the pirate skeleton is the body of Alion. However, you cannot tell if Alion is dead or just unconscious.
Outside the windows, more people are running past the inn, chased by similarly dressed skeletons. More skeletons are throwing burning torches at the nearby buildings.
Gubo catches sight of a glowing pirate ship docked in the Sea of Swords down by the coast.
The pirate skeleton before you begins advancing on you, brandishing a shortsword.
(Roll for initiative.
Pirate skeleton: 14)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Ahorangi stands still amongst the chaos, her grip tightening on her maul. A skeleton pirate. Not having seen the ghostly ship yet, the implications are lost on her. But nobody puts down a defenseless innkeeper without words, and perhaps blows, being exchanged. And so she raises her maul and prepares to enter the fray.
Initiative: 18
Descending the stairs with equal parts walking and a semi-controlled slide Laszlo reaches the main floor of the inn, quickly taking stock of the situation. The skeleton looks not entirely different from the ones Laszlo looted to assemble his own outfit from. Those hadn’t been moving though and they certainly hadn’t been capable of killing anyone. Sizing up the lone skeleton he draws his slightly bent rapier and shouts at the undead “The assault is bad, but the far worse crime is for a pirate to be that bone dry in a tavern!”
Initiative: 15
Initiative: 24
(original roll: 17)
"What is that...?" Squinting into the distance, Gubo gets out his Dulcimer and starts tuning it. "A ship? Good golly, do you see that? I reckon that's where you came from." He pauses, plucking the last string with finality. "And that's where you'll be sent back to."
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Titus would not be in a room, he would have been sleeping at a table, but it would not have woke him up earlier or gotten him ready any faster. He gets to his feet scratching at his neck. His dirty cloth too big for him, he pulles his sword confused.
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Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
(Order Gubo, Ahorangi, Laszlo, Titus and skeleton.)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Ahorangi grins and charges at the skeleton with her maul raised high. As she runs, her image blurs slightly until it separates and another Ahorangi, this one with two eyes, also charges alongside her. She crashes down at the skeleton, and the echo of herself does the same.
BONUS ACTION: Manifest Echo
ACTION - Maul to hit: 12 Damage: 10 bludgeoning
Unleash Incarnation for the Echo to also attack - Maul to hit: 15 Damage: 12
"Hey, you." The harengon strikes a chord on his Dulcimer, jutting his chin out at the skeleton. "You mangled excuse for a pile of bones. I bet you get a kick out of beating a dead horse, you're just that utterly useless." Gubo hops around in place, strumming on his instrument the whole time. "You're not even worth wasting a spell slot."
(Casting Vicious Mockery. WIS save with a DC of 13, for 1 Psychic damage on a failed save.)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Laszlo sees the others join the fight with the skeleton and makes his move as well. Subconsciously stepping in time to the rapid strumming of the dulcimer the lithe elf chases after Ahorangi. As she splits into two distinct forms that each crash into the creature, Laszlo twirls between the two versions and extends his arm in a strike with the rapier.
Action: Rapier attack
To Hit: 16
Weapon Damage: 8
Sneak Damage: 5
(Wis save: 9)
As Gubo hops around, the words he uses to throw insults at the skeleton affect the creature's psyche, but it seems to shrug it off.
Ahorangi, however, manages to cause much more damage. She swings her maul and cracks one of the skeleton's ribs. Then the attack from her echo brakes its arm into pieces.
Laslo then moves in to finish the job with his rapier. The skeleton tumbles to the floor in a pile of bones.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Titus scrambels to his feet scratching at his neck. "Waa Waaa What was that?" Looking over his shoulder he yells "I can tell it was a Skeleton, but where did it come from!" Titus walks to the heep of bones and starts to rub his fingers alone the bones, then smells his fingers.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Laszlo immediately drops to his knees and begins trying to stabilize Alion if possible. “C’mon you, back on your feet now!”
Medicine: 11
Looking a little disappointed that the skeleton fell so quickly, Ahorangi leans on her maul as the echo slowly fades away and she looks around. In reply to Titus, she says "No idea, mate. But sounds like there are more outside." Then looking at Laszlo who is attempting to stabilise Alion: "How are they doing? Gonna live?"
"Thanks for the help by the way. I'm Ahorangi, and this is Kowhatu," she points to her maul "It's a pleasure to meet you all. What say we get better dressed for the occasion and go find ourselves some more skellies to play with?"
Laszlo manages to stablise Alion, but it looks like it will be a while before they wake up.
Outside of the inn, the sound of chaos continues to rage on.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Laszlo lets out the breath he’d been holding in while he worked to crudely dress the wound and halt the bleeding. “Yeah, looks like they’ll pull through. Won’t mean much if another one of ‘em comes in here to finish the job though." You see the young man bend over and start gently dragging the unconscious innkeeper behind the counter. As he works to move them out of view he grunts, “Best we can do for now.”
Blue skin now flushed a full shade darker from the effort he turns back to the group. “Name’s Laszlo, Captain of the Tatterdemalion currently on… shore leave. Always a pleasure to work with a capable crew.” He bows deeply before Ahorangi with a flourish and says, “truly you do beautiful work master Kowhatu.” Turning to the Harengon man he continues “although it pales in comparison to the beauty of that song, very fine indeed sir.” A scream outside reminds him of the current situation. “Right, I agree. Let’s prepare for what may be a rather exhausting night.”
Titus looks over his shoulder, "NO! NO! NO!" then hearing everyone talk about leaving the Inn he askes "Are you all going to leave me here? Not alone." Then back over his shoulder "Fine you get your way."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star