“Welcome, one and all! To my ship, the Balthramor, as we travel to the so called “ dangerous areas “ and “ hazardous landscapes “ of Ezria, a land of opportunity! Here you will find many wonders, and many serene views, as we travel along the coast! And many amazing fauna! Ignore claims of “ death from natural monsters “, they are perfectly safe! Just don’t feed them touch them, be within 20 feet of them, and remember to run as fast as you can when you see them. But now we have a moment of silence for the 117 people who were, “ brutally slaughtered by wild dangerous behemoths “. “
“Enough of that though, I would like to introduce you all, to Amberspire, your new home! “
( introduce your characters, and rp with the captain. If you are not in the “ Hunters of the Spirelands adventure, please find somewhere else to loiter )
A young brown haired human male stands off to the side, wearing a dark blue cloak and chain mail. He seems surprised at the captain’s upbeat tone when talking about the danger they are headed into. When prompted for a moment of silence, he nods slightly and bows his head respectfully for the people killed.
He approaches the captain once he has a free moment.
“Excuse me, captain? My name’s Alivont. I was wondering what kind of ‘behemoths’ you were referring to that killed those people.”
An older human with gray, unkempt hair looks back from the prow of the ship where he had been leaning into the wind. His pelts, hunting leathers, and well-used wooden shield mark him as a woodsman of sorts, but he appears to carry no weapon other than a stout oaken walking stick.
"The name's Anders," he grunts, and as he turns, a trio of long scars starting on his forehead and extending the full length of his face are revealed. He turns his face back into the uncaring wind and says no more, but you are left with the sense that he is actively watching, even with his back to the entire ship.
The captain looked at Alivont and Anders, and sized up Anders, before turning to Alivont. “ Oh, just the Fauna of the darklands. Our bordering “country”, a desolate wasteland dotted with ruins and dangerous spots. The behemoths call them home, and roam. Normally no one would dare enter there, and we politely ignored each other. But they have been getting... aggressive. On their travels, some were snatched up, in what I witness reports say are such things as gigantic bees with beaks of a massive bird, and a stinger longer than any sword, or owls who disappeared and reappeared at will! But nothing to worry chap! Your here now! “
An indistinguishable rumble of words reverberates up from beneath the deck. A few moments later, a short, stocky, red bearded face with cropped, frizzy hair pops up and looks around, squinting in the light. Just frosting at the edges and roots, he half walks, half stumbles on deck and, as a swell takes the side of the ship, proceeds to lean even further. Hitting the railing with a grunt, he cranes his neck and looks longingly at the shoreline for a minute. Wiping his mouth, he then stumbles over to the trio of taller individuals. As he sidles over, he loudly mutters: "Ogh, ya could'nta hid the privy be'er inna king's palace - or ol Ma's warr'n, fer tha ma'er."
He ogles their faces for a moment, he eventually focuses on the captain. "Cap'n." He raises his hand, as if to doff his nonexistent cap after the long-outdated fashion of sailors from decades, if not centuries ago. "We'll be ashore soon, then?"
Turning to Alivont with a sudden, snapping motion, he grunts.
He looks at the dwarf annoyed and says “ Oh. Awake are we? Bar is on the top floor, try not to knock yourself out, you are worth more alive, and I can’t have my.. investments.. falling off the ship. “ He turns and looks at the others. “ Well, bought time I introduce myself! I am Silas Goldenhand, and your.. patron.. as you enjoy your stay here at Amberspire! “ He smiled at all of them.
” I’ll see to it you all are fed, and we’ll relaxed, you’ll need it! * he laughed in a sort of nervous tone, as he craned his neck over the others * ZAGGOON! Come here! We have guests! “
A little.. lizard appears and says in a gravely voice. “ What? Zaggon tired. You had Zaggon cook for a Xorn! You know how many rocks a xorn eats Silas? Zaggon almost broke his back! “ He noticed the small group of adventurers, and went over to Alivont, and grabbed him by the chin, twisting his face, inspecting it. “ This is what you are presenting? They couldn’t hurt a Dahbr’ak! “ He walked over annoyed to Silas “ This better not be like last year! “ He pointed at Silas with a menacing glare.
Alivont bows. "A pleasure to meet you, Captain Silias and Anders."
He turns to the dwarf, looking worried. "Apologies; I didn't mean to stare." He extends a handshake to him. “I‘m Alivont. What’s your na-” he begins to ask, before getting grabbed by Zaggon. He looks unsettled as the lizard inspects him and runs off, but then regains his composure and turns back to the dwarf with a warm smile. “What’s your name?”
There was a half-elf sitting by the bow of the ship, he had a book in his hands which he was casually reading. The conversation went left and right, and the only thing he knew was that he needed to present himself as well. This half-elf had red messy hair which was tied in a short ponytail, glasses stood on his face and he wore common clothes with no armor on his person.
He stands up and looks at the person he knew was the captain, Silas, before introducing himself. "My name is Marfaen. um, nice to meet all of you..." He keeps looking around for at least a few seconds to see if anyone would say anything to or about him, but it was clear he was just waiting to go back to his book.
He looked at the half elf and smiled “ Morning. How was your sleep last night. Gladly, most of the crew slept through the turbulence. “ he smiled, and called out to Zaggon. “ Zag! Ready to take flight? “ Zagoon replied in a tired monotone voice, and pulled on a lever by the wheel. “ Zag ready when you are! “ the ship lifted up, creaking and cracking, as a burst of speed shot them into the air, as giant wings spread, and they soared upward, many small glasses and crates flew off the backside of the ship. Zag dodged most of them, until a crate of books knocked him to the floor, as he muttered about not being paid enough. The craft levelled off, and they floated gracefully off the ground. A thick cloud of fog overtook them, and for a brief moment, they could barely see the ground they stood on. Then, it burst away, to reveal a massive city, with thousands of houses, stretching into the sky above, and winding staircases leading to and fro. Massive stadiums, shops, and docks dotted the rest of the metropolis. “ Welcome! To Amberspire! “
(I'm not really going to continue since you asked everyone to wait, but I thought I'd make this question. As a School of Divination Wizard, I get to roll two Portent dice which I can later use to replace attack rolls, saving throws, or ability checks made by me or any creature I can see. I roll these two after a long rest, so can I roll them now? If yes, then here they are: 1819. If not, just ignore these, and I'll roll again later when I'm given permission to.)
"WAIT!!" Tiny boots rocketing across the floor are heard as a masked gnome in rusty red robes dashed onto the deck, almost throwing himself off the ship entirely. He looks about the scenery, seemingly excited, but then slumps down to his backside with a defeated groan. "Curses! I promised my mother I would describe the takeoff in detail." He looks about the tall folk before he finds the captain. "Hello! I am Innsol."
Standing on the deck is a human man with black hair and storm-gray eyes. He has a cat-like mechanical creature at his side, standing at ease and with the man's hand resting on its back. A heavy crossbow hangs at his side and he wears a breastplate. His clothes are woodland garb, and he has a pack with an assortment of tools and whatnot sticking out of the pockets.
"Well Guardian, we are in it now..." He says to the mechanical beast at his side as the ship takes off. When asked his name he would turn and nod to the others. "I am michael Dawn, and this is Guardian..." He pats the beast.
A man in pristine vestments leans against the rails of the ship, looking off to the distance. Despite the state of his vestments, the man himself was quite filthy, with dirt caked under his short nails and greasy hair that has been combed back with the least amount of effort required. He quietly turns to the captain as he makes his announcement and watches as the dwarf, humans, half-elf and others interact. A slight, but genuine smile comes across his face before muttering a small wish, a prayer..
”May your light show these new faces the way to shelter and acceptance, use me as your vessel if it pleases you, Lord.”
with that he silently approaches the group before him in order to prepare to leave the ship. Aleron then turns to the captain and clears his throat to ensure clear speech..
“My thanks for the safe passage, Captain. I will pray for your continued safety, and should I be of any use, let me know. I’m sure that despite the size of the Amberspire, it should be easy to find a group of people fresh off the boat.”
( okay, let’s wait for some of the others, and discuss when we will be playing )
(DM, are you planning to have a specific set time to game, or will this be a more typical PBP that has people post when they can, with a minimum posting expectation per day? If it is the former, I am in the Eastern Time Zone and work first shift, so minor phone posts are possible through the day and longer ones in the evenings. If we end up with a set time for gaming that extends later in the evening PST, I may have to duck out due to the time zone difference).
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
With a booming laugh, the dwarf greets the other travelers on deck.
"Names! Names! I'm Orollo Redrickson, an' if you haven't seen me on this voyage yet, it's because I've been sopping drunk or sleeping it off belowdecks. The open ocean's hardly a place for a dwarf - can't seem to figure the 'sea legs'. I'll take the captain up on that trip to the bar, though - I'm well familiar with the way. Anyone care to join?"
(current time zone, HST, though in a few weeks I will be in EST.)
The captain looked at the new faces, and raised a glass of wine “ The wonder of amber spire awaits, friends! Zaggon! Dock the ship! “ Zag swiftly glides into the dock, the wings slowly retracting. Chains loop around hooks on the airship, as a crew amasses at the dock, securing bonds, while little children ran up the docks, jumping up and down, as a small plank dropped to meet them. “ C’mon everyone! Let us get this party started! “ Silas starts walking through the crowds of children, handing out candy from a bag.
"About time." Michael says as the ship is docked. He pats the mechanical cat, which comes up to his waist, with one hand as he hefts his pack on his shoulders and starts to the plank leading off of the ship. He nods to the captain as he passes. "Thanks for safe passage." He offers with a glance to the land beyond the ship. Turning back to the captain... "Where do you suggest we head from here? Is there an inn or housing set up for us?"
A half-orc sits on a wood crate (that had been strapped down) at the end of the starboard side of the main deck. He stands up appearing unfazed from the rough takeoff. He approaches the group near the captain and pauses for a minute surveying the other passengers with a suspicious glare. He steps forward and introduces himself to the captain. Torin doesn't look at any of the other travelers directly.
"The name's Torin. I hope that Amberspire is everything it's been made up to be. I'm in need of a job that pays some real coin."
(btw, I'm PST)
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“Welcome, one and all! To my ship, the Balthramor, as we travel to the so called “ dangerous areas “ and “ hazardous landscapes “ of Ezria, a land of opportunity! Here you will find many wonders, and many serene views, as we travel along the coast! And many amazing fauna! Ignore claims of “ death from natural monsters “, they are perfectly safe! Just don’t feed them touch them, be within 20 feet of them, and remember to run as fast as you can when you see them. But now we have a moment of silence for the 117 people who were, “ brutally slaughtered by wild dangerous behemoths “. “
“Enough of that though, I would like to introduce you all, to Amberspire, your new home! “
( introduce your characters, and rp with the captain. If you are not in the “ Hunters of the Spirelands adventure, please find somewhere else to loiter )
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
A young brown haired human male stands off to the side, wearing a dark blue cloak and chain mail. He seems surprised at the captain’s upbeat tone when talking about the danger they are headed into. When prompted for a moment of silence, he nods slightly and bows his head respectfully for the people killed.
He approaches the captain once he has a free moment.
“Excuse me, captain? My name’s Alivont. I was wondering what kind of ‘behemoths’ you were referring to that killed those people.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
An older human with gray, unkempt hair looks back from the prow of the ship where he had been leaning into the wind. His pelts, hunting leathers, and well-used wooden shield mark him as a woodsman of sorts, but he appears to carry no weapon other than a stout oaken walking stick.
"The name's Anders," he grunts, and as he turns, a trio of long scars starting on his forehead and extending the full length of his face are revealed. He turns his face back into the uncaring wind and says no more, but you are left with the sense that he is actively watching, even with his back to the entire ship.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
( sorry, just talking with guests upstairs )
The captain looked at Alivont and Anders, and sized up Anders, before turning to Alivont. “ Oh, just the Fauna of the darklands. Our bordering “country”, a desolate wasteland dotted with ruins and dangerous spots. The behemoths call them home, and roam. Normally no one would dare enter there, and we politely ignored each other. But they have been getting... aggressive. On their travels, some were snatched up, in what I witness reports say are such things as gigantic bees with beaks of a massive bird, and a stinger longer than any sword, or owls who disappeared and reappeared at will! But nothing to worry chap! Your here now! “
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
An indistinguishable rumble of words reverberates up from beneath the deck. A few moments later, a short, stocky, red bearded face with cropped, frizzy hair pops up and looks around, squinting in the light. Just frosting at the edges and roots, he half walks, half stumbles on deck and, as a swell takes the side of the ship, proceeds to lean even further. Hitting the railing with a grunt, he cranes his neck and looks longingly at the shoreline for a minute. Wiping his mouth, he then stumbles over to the trio of taller individuals. As he sidles over, he loudly mutters: "Ogh, ya could'nta hid the privy be'er inna king's palace - or ol Ma's warr'n, fer tha ma'er."
He ogles their faces for a moment, he eventually focuses on the captain. "Cap'n." He raises his hand, as if to doff his nonexistent cap after the long-outdated fashion of sailors from decades, if not centuries ago. "We'll be ashore soon, then?"
Turning to Alivont with a sudden, snapping motion, he grunts.
"Whatcha lookin' at."
He looks at the dwarf annoyed and says “ Oh. Awake are we? Bar is on the top floor, try not to knock yourself out, you are worth more alive, and I can’t have my.. investments.. falling off the ship. “ He turns and looks at the others. “ Well, bought time I introduce myself! I am Silas Goldenhand, and your.. patron.. as you enjoy your stay here at Amberspire! “ He smiled at all of them.
” I’ll see to it you all are fed, and we’ll relaxed, you’ll need it! * he laughed in a sort of nervous tone, as he craned his neck over the others * ZAGGOON! Come here! We have guests! “
A little.. lizard appears and says in a gravely voice. “ What? Zaggon tired. You had Zaggon cook for a Xorn! You know how many rocks a xorn eats Silas? Zaggon almost broke his back! “
He noticed the small group of adventurers, and went over to Alivont, and grabbed him by the chin, twisting his face, inspecting it. “ This is what you are presenting? They couldn’t hurt a Dahbr’ak! “ He walked over annoyed to Silas “ This better not be like last year! “ He pointed at Silas with a menacing glare.
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
Alivont bows. "A pleasure to meet you, Captain Silias and Anders."
He turns to the dwarf, looking worried. "Apologies; I didn't mean to stare." He extends a handshake to him. “I‘m Alivont. What’s your na-” he begins to ask, before getting grabbed by Zaggon. He looks unsettled as the lizard inspects him and runs off, but then regains his composure and turns back to the dwarf with a warm smile. “What’s your name?”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
There was a half-elf sitting by the bow of the ship, he had a book in his hands which he was casually reading. The conversation went left and right, and the only thing he knew was that he needed to present himself as well. This half-elf had red messy hair which was tied in a short ponytail, glasses stood on his face and he wore common clothes with no armor on his person.
He stands up and looks at the person he knew was the captain, Silas, before introducing himself. "My name is Marfaen. um, nice to meet all of you..." He keeps looking around for at least a few seconds to see if anyone would say anything to or about him, but it was clear he was just waiting to go back to his book.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
He looked at the half elf and smiled “ Morning. How was your sleep last night. Gladly, most of the crew slept through the turbulence. “ he smiled, and called out to Zaggon. “ Zag! Ready to take flight? “ Zagoon replied in a tired monotone voice, and pulled on a lever by the wheel. “ Zag ready when you are! “ the ship lifted up, creaking and cracking, as a burst of speed shot them into the air, as giant wings spread, and they soared upward, many small glasses and crates flew off the backside of the ship. Zag dodged most of them, until a crate of books knocked him to the floor, as he muttered about not being paid enough. The craft levelled off, and they floated gracefully off the ground. A thick cloud of fog overtook them, and for a brief moment, they could barely see the ground they stood on. Then, it burst away, to reveal a massive city, with thousands of houses, stretching into the sky above, and winding staircases leading to and fro. Massive stadiums, shops, and docks dotted the rest of the metropolis. “ Welcome! To Amberspire! “
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
( okay, let’s wait for some of the others, and discuss when we will be playing )
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
(I'm not really going to continue since you asked everyone to wait, but I thought I'd make this question. As a School of Divination Wizard, I get to roll two Portent dice which I can later use to replace attack rolls, saving throws, or ability checks made by me or any creature I can see. I roll these two after a long rest, so can I roll them now? If yes, then here they are: 18 19. If not, just ignore these, and I'll roll again later when I'm given permission to.)
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"WAIT!!" Tiny boots rocketing across the floor are heard as a masked gnome in rusty red robes dashed onto the deck, almost throwing himself off the ship entirely. He looks about the scenery, seemingly excited, but then slumps down to his backside with a defeated groan. "Curses! I promised my mother I would describe the takeoff in detail." He looks about the tall folk before he finds the captain. "Hello! I am Innsol."
Standing on the deck is a human man with black hair and storm-gray eyes. He has a cat-like mechanical creature at his side, standing at ease and with the man's hand resting on its back. A heavy crossbow hangs at his side and he wears a breastplate. His clothes are woodland garb, and he has a pack with an assortment of tools and whatnot sticking out of the pockets.
"Well Guardian, we are in it now..." He says to the mechanical beast at his side as the ship takes off. When asked his name he would turn and nod to the others. "I am michael Dawn, and this is Guardian..." He pats the beast.
A man in pristine vestments leans against the rails of the ship, looking off to the distance. Despite the state of his vestments, the man himself was quite filthy, with dirt caked under his short nails and greasy hair that has been combed back with the least amount of effort required. He quietly turns to the captain as he makes his announcement and watches as the dwarf, humans, half-elf and others interact. A slight, but genuine smile comes across his face before muttering a small wish, a prayer..
”May your light show these new faces the way to shelter and acceptance, use me as your vessel if it pleases you, Lord.”
with that he silently approaches the group before him in order to prepare to leave the ship. Aleron then turns to the captain and clears his throat to ensure clear speech..
“My thanks for the safe passage, Captain. I will pray for your continued safety, and should I be of any use, let me know. I’m sure that despite the size of the Amberspire, it should be easy to find a group of people fresh off the boat.”
(DM, are you planning to have a specific set time to game, or will this be a more typical PBP that has people post when they can, with a minimum posting expectation per day? If it is the former, I am in the Eastern Time Zone and work first shift, so minor phone posts are possible through the day and longer ones in the evenings. If we end up with a set time for gaming that extends later in the evening PST, I may have to duck out due to the time zone difference).
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
( it will be like traditional pbp, just wanted to know everyone’s time zones)
( and Pertuie, you can keep those divination rolls of you want. )
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
With a booming laugh, the dwarf greets the other travelers on deck.
"Names! Names! I'm Orollo Redrickson, an' if you haven't seen me on this voyage yet, it's because I've been sopping drunk or sleeping it off belowdecks. The open ocean's hardly a place for a dwarf - can't seem to figure the 'sea legs'. I'll take the captain up on that trip to the bar, though - I'm well familiar with the way. Anyone care to join?"
(current time zone, HST, though in a few weeks I will be in EST.)
The captain looked at the new faces, and raised a glass of wine “ The wonder of amber spire awaits, friends! Zaggon! Dock the ship! “ Zag swiftly glides into the dock, the wings slowly retracting. Chains loop around hooks on the airship, as a crew amasses at the dock, securing bonds, while little children ran up the docks, jumping up and down, as a small plank dropped to meet them. “ C’mon everyone! Let us get this party started! “ Silas starts walking through the crowds of children, handing out candy from a bag.
heheh get rickrolled xdddddd
Changing post...
"About time." Michael says as the ship is docked. He pats the mechanical cat, which comes up to his waist, with one hand as he hefts his pack on his shoulders and starts to the plank leading off of the ship. He nods to the captain as he passes. "Thanks for safe passage." He offers with a glance to the land beyond the ship. Turning back to the captain... "Where do you suggest we head from here? Is there an inn or housing set up for us?"
A half-orc sits on a wood crate (that had been strapped down) at the end of the starboard side of the main deck. He stands up appearing unfazed from the rough takeoff. He approaches the group near the captain and pauses for a minute surveying the other passengers with a suspicious glare. He steps forward and introduces himself to the captain. Torin doesn't look at any of the other travelers directly.
"The name's Torin. I hope that Amberspire is everything it's been made up to be. I'm in need of a job that pays some real coin."
(btw, I'm PST)