You were all on an airship journey across the Vast Swamp south of the land of Sundl, about halfway through the trip there was an accident and the ship caught fire and crashed to the ground. The 5 of you are the only ones who survived the crash. You have been searching around, lost and dirty when you came across a large clearing with a lone temple half buried in the side of a hill and covered in vines. It's the only thing besides trees and water you've see for miles around. There is a large entryway located in the middle of the uncovered side of the temple.
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Flynt stretches his arms and flexes his biceps after asserting himself from the crash. He whispers a soft prayer of thanks to Selune for helping him survive the crash After surveying the scene, he makes a mental note to check out the temple as he comes closer to it. He then begins to search around the crash site for anything to salvage.
Investigation 1
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Dosar and Flynt don't find anything useful. The craft is slowly sinking into the muck and is still a little bit on fire. You're lucky you all made it out okay.
Crom stretches and recovers from the fall, touching is head and murmuring
"Ohhhh , thank god I am alive, I risked my life in battle so many times, it would have been really a silly death!"
DESCRIPTION: Crom is an half-orc, strongly built and with muscles in evidence even behind the armor. he wears an helm with horns and wields his pike who is very much fond of and uses also as walking stick sometimes. His fangs are slightly covered by long mustaches. His skin looks too much tense or sunburnt one could not tell his age, one could guess around 40.
The gnome steadies himself with his intricately runed swagger stick. He looks in contempt at the stain on his robe and waves a hand over each blotch. The robe’s dark blue looks newly laundered when he is through. He further gestures and a mystical sheen glimmers around his person. The squat creature replaces a monocle over his eye and smirks with satisfaction. He then mutters a bit of arcane gibberish to himself before addressing the others.
“Which one of you decided to smoke onboard?” The gnome asks dryly.
Galdr - You vaguely remember snippets of stories about people venturing into these swamps in the past, looking for an ancient hidden burial temple. But it's never been discovered, and some parties never returned. You get a sense that the swamp itself is not magical in nature but get a strange feeling about the temple itself.
The gnome squints his coal eyes and pulls out a lustrous bound book. He flips to a page by memory, then begins to gesture arcanely with his swagger stick.
OOC:
Galdr will ritually cast Detect Magic to confirm his suspicions about the temple.
The gnome frowns slightly and mutters to himself in its piping voice, “Interesting.”
He then turns to address the ragged survivors.
”This place hints of magic, but we won’t know what kind until we delve deeper. Who is up for some exploration? I believe there are some treasures to be had.”
OOC: He will maintain concentration on the Detect Magic spell to keep it active.
Dosar looks around and shrugs. "We can't stay here and I don't see anywhere else to go." Dosar is huge for a dwarf, standing at just over 5 ft tall and almost as wide. He keeps his beard trimmed short, and doesn't appear to be wearing any armor at all, he's covered in blue runic tattoos that he got because he thought they looked pretty. He's bristling with weapons, a quick glance shows a few hand axes on his hips, javelins in easy reach and a wicked looking greatsword on his back.
Wreckzors emerges from His shell and looks around. I heard the splash and tries so see of he can tell what it was. /roll perception
Wreckzors is a large tortle fighter. His shell is sharp and jagged with scars from previous battles. He is equipped with a shield that his almost as big as he is and a War pick.
I<I am dumb and don't know how to roll perception>
Something glides quickly through the water towards you. It's head pops above water for a moment and you see a giant crocodile maw glaring at you. A growl comes from behind you as another giant crocodile, this one somehow bigger and meaner looking emerges from the water.
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Galdr spins surprisingly nimbly for his frame, presenting his swagger stick between his body and (in his eyes) gargantuan crocodile. He retreats a full thirty feet and throws a flaming mote at the largest creature.
You were all on an airship journey across the Vast Swamp south of the land of Sundl, about halfway through the trip there was an accident and the ship caught fire and crashed to the ground. The 5 of you are the only ones who survived the crash. You have been searching around, lost and dirty when you came across a large clearing with a lone temple half buried in the side of a hill and covered in vines. It's the only thing besides trees and water you've see for miles around. There is a large entryway located in the middle of the uncovered side of the temple.
Dosar is going to begin looking around for anything he can salvage from the crash.
OOC: this probably won't end well
Investigation: (if needed) 13
Flynt stretches his arms and flexes his biceps after asserting himself from the crash. He whispers a soft prayer of thanks to Selune for helping him survive the crash After surveying the scene, he makes a mental note to check out the temple as he comes closer to it. He then begins to search around the crash site for anything to salvage.
Investigation 1
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Dosar and Flynt don't find anything useful. The craft is slowly sinking into the muck and is still a little bit on fire. You're lucky you all made it out okay.
Crom stretches and recovers from the fall, touching is head and murmuring
"Ohhhh , thank god I am alive, I risked my life in battle so many times, it would have been really a silly death!"
DESCRIPTION: Crom is an half-orc, strongly built and with muscles in evidence even behind the armor. he wears an helm with horns and wields his pike who is very much fond of and uses also as walking stick sometimes. His fangs are slightly covered by long mustaches. His skin looks too much tense or sunburnt one could not tell his age, one could guess around 40.
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The gnome steadies himself with his intricately runed swagger stick. He looks in contempt at the stain on his robe and waves a hand over each blotch. The robe’s dark blue looks newly laundered when he is through. He further gestures and a mystical sheen glimmers around his person. The squat creature replaces a monocle over his eye and smirks with satisfaction. He then mutters a bit of arcane gibberish to himself before addressing the others.
“Which one of you decided to smoke onboard?” The gnome asks dryly.
OOC:
He casts Prestidigitation to clean his robes from the crash, Mage Armor, and innate casts Nondetection.
Knowledge (History) for any settlements previously in this area: 20
Knowledge(Arcana) whether any of this area looks to be affected or sustained by magic: 15
Galdr - You vaguely remember snippets of stories about people venturing into these swamps in the past, looking for an ancient hidden burial temple. But it's never been discovered, and some parties never returned. You get a sense that the swamp itself is not magical in nature but get a strange feeling about the temple itself.
The gnome squints his coal eyes and pulls out a lustrous bound book. He flips to a page by memory, then begins to gesture arcanely with his swagger stick.
OOC:
Galdr will ritually cast Detect Magic to confirm his suspicions about the temple.
Galdr - The temple itself doesn't glow with magical energy but from past the walls, inside the temple, you can faintly feel the presence of magic.
The gnome frowns slightly and mutters to himself in its piping voice, “Interesting.”
He then turns to address the ragged survivors.
”This place hints of magic, but we won’t know what kind until we delve deeper. Who is up for some exploration? I believe there are some treasures to be had.”
OOC: He will maintain concentration on the Detect Magic spell to keep it active.
Flynt shrugs. "I'm up for exploring. Perhaps we can find some answers to where we are as we move toward that temple."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Dosar
Dosar looks around and shrugs. "We can't stay here and I don't see anywhere else to go." Dosar is huge for a dwarf, standing at just over 5 ft tall and almost as wide. He keeps his beard trimmed short, and doesn't appear to be wearing any armor at all, he's covered in blue runic tattoos that he got because he thought they looked pretty. He's bristling with weapons, a quick glance shows a few hand axes on his hips, javelins in easy reach and a wicked looking greatsword on his back.
You all hear a splash in the water nearby. Anyone who wants to, roll perception
"What was that?" Perception: 3
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Galdr glances toward the splash.
OOC: Perception 16
Also, current Portent rolls are...
5
8
And current Third Eye use is Ethereal Sight 60ft (swamps aren’t that fun to look at in flight. The Border Ethereal on the other hand...)
Dosar:
Huh? Perception 24
I repeat, huh?
Wreckzors emerges from His shell and looks around. I heard the splash and tries so see of he can tell what it was. /roll perception
Wreckzors is a large tortle fighter. His shell is sharp and jagged with scars from previous battles. He is equipped with a shield that his almost as big as he is and a War pick.
I<I am dumb and don't know how to roll perception>
It's okay. Galdr sees something moving through the water towards you
Something glides quickly through the water towards you. It's head pops above water for a moment and you see a giant crocodile maw glaring at you. A growl comes from behind you as another giant crocodile, this one somehow bigger and meaner looking emerges from the water.
Initiative
Crom: 19
Dorsar: 12
Flynt: 1
Galdr: 21
Wreckzors: 22
Giant croc 1: 5
Giant croc 2: 20
Galdr spins surprisingly nimbly for his frame, presenting his swagger stick between his body and (in his eyes) gargantuan crocodile. He retreats a full thirty feet and throws a flaming mote at the largest creature.
"Crocs! To our back and left!" He calls out.
OOC:
On turn, he casts Fire Bolt: 19
If that hits, damage for the bolt: 11
He is backing his full 25ft away in a direction toward the temple and puts distance/bodies between him and the crocodiles.