In the Beginning... (DM BatMark) Sunday August 12th, 2018 3:08:40 PM
Our story begins in Hook City -- The City of Magic, The City of Coin, and the largest settlement on the Southern Continent. It is a sprawling bazaar of merchants, artisans, laborers, nobles, and soldiers of every Noble Race in the Wold…and a few of the Ignoble Races, if you know which dark corner to look behind. It teems with life, labor, and trade, and its crowds are a beating heart of business that seldom rests.
And, oh, the Wonders! Where to start? The Docks, which before the last Great Migration used to connect to the Sargrass but now have a mysterious connection to the neighboring Ice Vein, in addition to more mundane piers for seagoing vessels? The Marble Causeway, a majestic, statue-lined avenue running through Northook, lined with temples of powers from near and far? Or most prominently, the Bridge, suspended in midair from eldritch floating Hooks, the greatest hub of trade on the Southern Continent? Surely that is the greatest wonder of them all!
Some of you have been in this fair city for all of your lives. Some are visiting. Others have just arrived. All of you, regardless of your origins and reasons for being in Hook City, are in search of employment and a fresh start. What better place to look?
The city is especially bustling recently. The Wold was saved from a calamitous infestation of bloodweed from the Reborn Sar, and stories of the brave heroes who helped saved the world are racing from mouth to ear like birds in flight. Chief among them are the Iron Adventurers of Hook City, hometown heroes whose likenesses are being sold as souvenirs and action figures by hawkers on street corners. However, the devastation wrought has been immense. Refugees flood into the city from all over the Southern Continent. They clamor for food, shelter, and employment. Employers are eagerly finding these refugees jobs, but there are some jobs that will cause even a refugee to shy away.
One such offer of employment caught your eye. It was a handbill, posted in a variety of taverns and other gathering places, that read as follows,
”Hardy Souls Needed for Adventure and Profit!”
”If you are an adventurer -- whether of martial skill, arcane talent, or crafty guile -- the Duke Abelard Rowan extends an offer of employment. Recent events have left the Sargrass Plains bereft of settlements of the Noble Races. The Duke Rowan seeks to establish a claim and found a new settlement. Explorers are needed to map the wilds of the grasslands. Generous compensation to those who demonstrate success. Please seek out the seneschal of Rowan Manor for additional details.”
After contacting the seneschal, or rather the second-assistant seneschal who was available to speak with you, each of you were given a card with a day and time. You were instructed to arrive promptly at the designated hour to be interviewed by the Duke. Your appointment is tomorrow. What occupies your time until your appointment?
Bigby, Highlight to display spoiler: {Could this be your big break, a chance to find out more about the Wold and your place in it? And maybe make a friend or two?}
Haemir Highlight to display spoiler: {At this invitation, you feel a gentle tug at your spirit, barely perceptible. It has the flavor of the Weaver-Sar, who you have touched in your dreams. Yes, closer, this is the path, come closer.}
Sol Highlight to display spoiler: {Could this be a chance to gain some experience, grow in power, and prove yourself, in preparation to return home and regain your birthright for the good of your people?}
Ungy Highlight to display spoiler: {Oooh, there is certain to be a good story in this! And you get to be the one to tell it, in your quirky but charming way!}
Barnaby Highlight to display spoiler: {Surely this will be an excellent chance to observe the changes to the Wold and its peoples, and confirm your worthiness for the title Metapherin!}
Caelwyn Highlight to display spoiler: {Could the Southern Continent and the Sargrass Plains be the right place for a new half-elven homeland? This could be the opportunity that you have been secretly looking for!}
’Lil Highlight to display spoiler: {Well, anyone going to the Sargrass Plains is certainly going to need the aid of Domi the Protector. This could be just the opportunity to prove yourself that you have been looking for!}
Elijah "Sol" Solomon HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Sunday August 12th, 2018 5:24:23 PM
A young human man is spending the day in the Magic City, discussing with people the theories behind the hooks, what keeps them there? What research has been done? And is constantly jotting down in what appears to be a note book, whenever he hears something he's not heard before. Closer inspection of the leather bound book, makes it look a little like a diary, with writing and scribblings all over it nearly every page.
His black shoulder length hair has the fringe and top part tied into a ponytail, the rest is hanging loose. He seems to always have an easy smile on his face and laughs loudly when he hears something funny. His bright blue eyes sparkle with interest at nearly anything being said to him as he listens to other conversations (when not talking himself).
He is wearing fairly old, but immaculately clean travellers clothes and carries a staff which he constantly leans on when not in an in depth discussion, with a backpack that seems fairly full, but not terribly heavy (though the young man seems to struggle with it).
Whenever he is asked his name he responds with "Elijah Solomon, of Silveront. Though you can call me Sol." and a bright smile.
Haemir - (Rich) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - Companion: HP:18/18 AC:17 - No active spells Monday August 13th, 2018 9:48:07 AM
"Professor Farydark..." Tom called out. The professor finished wiping chalk from the board and turned to face the class. "Sir..." the boy continued, "Is it true your parrot can talk?" Several students giggled. It took the professor a second or two to locate the speaker and raising an eyebrow he looked from Tom to the blue Macaw, which was currently pruning itself on its perch in the corner of the classroom. As if the bird realised all eyes were upon it, it suddenly stopped mid pose and balancing on one leg like a martial artist it looked back. A slight grin flashed briefly across the professors face: "Why don't you ask her yourself Tom"? Tom looked back and forth between the teacher and his "pet" unsure what to do, whilst several students urged him on at varying degrees of volume. When enough dares and coaxing pressured Tom he began "Erm excuse me... bird, can..." But the Macaw began tongue clicking and whistling very loud and Tom stopped talking. When he started again the bird repeated the process louder much to the mirth of the other students. Tom valiantly persisted and on the the fifth attempt the parrot suddenly rather frantically squawked "No Fand stop pecking the students eyes out" which instantly silenced the class. The parrot had disconcertingly sounded similar to the professor...
A gong went in the hallway indicating end of class and the professor marveled at how quickly the room began emptying, some of the kids looked scared others looked around in disbelief and disgust at the professor. Several were grinning ear to ear as Tom was tripping over himself in an attempt to flee. The teacher packed notes and papers in to his scroll case and the bird went back to pruning itself. With nearly half the students gone and as if in afterthought the professor added: "I'm going on holiday so make sure you treat my replacement well and finish reading chapter five for homework.".
He collected some more papers up and then took one last look around the empty room, breathed a deep sigh and headed off to the market.
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 Monday August 13th, 2018 10:12:57 AM
Bigby and his wolf take the day to travel to Labor Town. Something about the simple life seems to appeal to him here. These people are the salt of the earth and seeing as he is new to this wold, he feels more comfortable with simple people (farmers and laborers). Perhaps he may find some peace and quiet here for a day before adventuring. If not he figures maybe he will atleast learn something about how people treat animals. Bigby stays back cautious watching the people in Labor Town trying to figure them out. He's excited to head into adventure and maybe to make a few friends along the way
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Monday August 13th, 2018 3:36:57 PM
'Lil stands there looking at the notice for a while, head cocked in confusion. Her unnaturally red hair falls down, covering one eye.
"Map the Sargrass? This Duke Rowan fellah's either new or just fulla himself. There's no mappin' the Southern Continent."
She shifts her weight back to stand up straight. The warhammer on her back shifts with her. The thing is way too big for her. Maybe a minotaur could wield it, but she'd need to use both hands at the least.
"Ah well, it'll be good to get outta the city." She heads off towards home, the same home she's lived in all her life. It got spared with all the stuff what's gone on lately. That fog, the plant zombies...it's been a tough time in Hook City.
She opens the door to her humble (by Hook City standards) home and calls out, "Hey Ma, you ever hear of Duke Rowan? Guy's looking for adventurers to map the Sargrass." She heads back to her room and starts packing. "I figure this may be my chance, you know? Go out, see the world, show these superstitious Southerners that some gods are actually worth worshiping." She presses her hand to her chest, where the symbol of Domi is tattooed prominently. She slips on her scale armor (it's got a hole in the chest to show it off...the tattoo, you sicko).
"Anyway, Ma, I'll probably be gone a while...Ma?" She searches the house for her mother, finding her passed out in her favorite divan, empty bottle of glass grass liqueur on the floor next to her. 'Lil sighs heavily and kisses her mom on the forehead. She leaves a note:
Dear Ma,
Gone adventuring.
XOXO, Lil
She heads out...
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Monday August 13th, 2018 9:08:30 PM
Hook City. Finally. After a couple of days filled with restless journey, Ungy finally comes to plant his stake in the big city. "No more small time peasants. Here I can fill all my pockets with coins."
And with that, Ungy sets off to roam the city to find work. He strolls about the Docks, asking around for stories for his songs but mostly getting told to beat it. As the hours pass, Ungy finds himself on the Marble Causeway. Here, a lonely fisherman throws his pole into the water. Ungy sits next to him.
"Are they biting?" "Nah, nothing but a couple of small ones."
Awkward silence.
"Know any places that need entertainment, riparian or otherwise?"
The fisherman stares at Ungy for a moment and spits.
"Guess not then".
Ungy stands up and continues his wanderings. He heads for the Marketplace. Surely there has to be something for him in this place.
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Monday August 13th, 2018 9:08:33 PM
Caelwyn raised his shield, catching a savage blow from the bandit’s ax. This had not been on today’s agenda. He had been walking the streets of Hook City, familiarizing himself with the town and looking for anyone who might be in need of the help that a servant of Domi could offer. He had stopped to talk to a poor farmer and his daughter - refugees, apparently, from the recent chaos which had gripped the Southern Continent - when two men had charged them from a side alley, attempting to stab the farmer and seize the girl. Now the first bandit lay dead, and the second had played his final hand.
Pushing his shield above his head, Caelwyn stepped forward and drove his longsword into the man’s chest, steeling himself against the look of horrified surprise in his attacker’s eyes.
He always hated that look.
He had seen it more times than he liked to remember.
But as the man fell dead, Caelwyn turned to look into a different pair of eyes - those of the farmer, shining with tears as he thanked the paladin for saving his daughter. Only for this, he reminded himself. Sometimes words were not enough, and the innocent needed protection from the evils of the Wold.
He calmed the man and walked him and his daughter to the safety of a major street, placing a gold coin into the farmer’s hand before he bade them both farewell. With a sigh, the half-elf turned, raising his hood to conceal his dark hair and sea-grey eyes, and continued down the street. Someone else might be in need of help before his appointment with the Duke.
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 Monday August 13th, 2018 10:15:25 PM
Barnaby walks around the city, plainly in awe of it's size, it's many different type of people, and obviously at odds with the noise and commotion. He seeks quieter streets and finds himself in likely not the best area of town. "No matter" he thinks and he gently touches his amulet. He is mightily disturbed by the filth and squalor he sees everywhere, pained by the number of refugees, but dutifully watches, and observes, as he has been sent to do. While he finds the city fascinating.. ('Fascinating!" he thinks as he watches a couple of street urchins squabble over moldy scraps of food a gnome woman has just thrown from her passing wagon) he must admit to himself he is somewhat anxious to be out of the city on a new adventure and back into fresher air. Hook City may be the perfect place to begin his journey, but he has more to learn before he can make his way back to Shadow Mountain. "Far more," he thinks to himself. In vain, he attempted to get to the bottom of the recent events in Sargrass, but he would be surprised if any of it was true. He needs to know more. Still, he couldn't help but get a few of the figurines sold as keepsakes by the street vendors. "Junk" his old master would have said, but Barnaby felt that he should have something to remember this city and this new beginning by. He has situated himself in the shadow on a stoop where he can observe unnoticed. He watches as a young feline beastfolk walks drunkenly along the street, and narrows his eyes as he watches a couple of street ruffians begin to tail him. His feathers begin to fluff up, but he resolves to stay out of the conflict. A researcher must only observe, never interfere. Experiential learning, he hears his masters say. The feline beastfolk moves around an alley corner and the ruffians follow. Barnaby clicks his beak, but waits. A few minutes later, the ruffians emerge cackling. Silently, Barnaby removes himself and approaches the alley carefully. The young feline beastfolk unconscious form leans against one of the walls. Barnaby clucks to himself again and looks around. A few minutes later he himself emerges from the alley. Behind him, the feline beastfolk still slumbers, but hidden safely now under a discarded box and with a new small figurine of one of the Hook City heroes hidden under his form. "Doesn't count as interference," Barnaby tells himself.
Nice to meet you-ish... (DM BatMark) Tuesday August 14th, 2018 8:19:32 PM Bigby manages to find a somewhat less bustling corner of the city to seek some quiet time before the coming adventure...
Haemir wakes with a smile on his face from his last prank. The students’ eyes, wide as gimlets, that was a moment worth living for! Now off to the manor for some real adventure...
Sol spends the day and evening deep in discussion and thought, and in the morning reviews the many interesting bits of tid that he picked up here in Hook City. Reflecting upon these findings, but reaching no conclusions, he makes his way to Rowan Manor...
Ungy almost entirely fails to find or share any interesting tales, even in the Marketplace, but is sure that something better lies in wait at the Manor...
Barnaby obeys the Prime Directive, and observes rather than interfere, but still manages a small kindness for the urchins’ victim. Perhaps tomorrow will hold more promise and less squalor...
Caelwyn, stone cold killer of bad guys that he is, sleeps well knowing that one more innocent will live til tomorrow, and rises resfreshed to go meet this Duke Rowan...
’Lil, still shaking her head over the foolishness of mapping the Southern Continent, says goodbye do his dear old Ma, and heads off for adventuring...
Having completed your various errands, investigations, and godly smiting, you each arrive at the duly appointed time. Rowan Manor is a large townhome in the northeast section of Magic City, occupying nearly a quarter-block. High brick walls surround the compound, topped with wrought-iron spikes. Barrel-chested guards with suspicious eyes stand at the entrance, gripping halberds firmly. You are spotted by a liveried servant who waves to you. After a moment’s conversation with the servant, one of the guards steps aside to allow you to enter.
A brief walk through brick-lined courtyard brings your group to a towering stone edifice nearly four stories tall. It is easily one of the tallest structures in the quarter. Metal bars cover the windows, and closer inspection reveals them to be the tri-fold weave of lead, cold iron, and silver that is popular with nobles to keep out any kind of intruder.
You enter the foyer, floored in marble and paneled in stained darkwood. Nearly every piece of furniture and decor is gilt in gold. More liveried servants scurry about, keeping to their duties. You are led through several hallways, up two flights of stairs, and through an alcove before coming to a set of double-doors with another set of guards. These guards make the first set outside seem downright cheery. Their faces could be carved from stone. They grip halberds as well, and each has a wand at their belt. A rail-thin man with a severe face and gray hair steps forward. He is dressed in the blue and white livery of House Rowan. ”I am Notker Labeo, seneschal of House Rowan. I assume you have all come to answer the offer of employment from the Duke. If not, I suggest you raise your hand now to avoid an unpleasant demise.” He pauses for a moment. ”Good.” He brings his hands forward to reveal a ledge held behind his back. He opens it, dabs a pen on his tongue, and looks up. ”Please state your name, place of birth, and special talents. They will be catalogued with other potential agents.”
You look around at your prospective companions. Who will be first to speak?
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 Tuesday August 14th, 2018 9:12:08 PM
Barnaby glances around at the group, clicks his beak, and steps forward.
"Barnaby Filius Volant, at your service,." he says, inclining his head, "and grateful to meet you, Sir, and the rest of you fine folk, too." He quickly looks at everyone in turn, then faces the seneschal.
"I was born in the aeries of the winged folk of Shadow Mountain. I am a Wizard, a researcher, and a Loremaster in the making. I am adept with magic and can offer my services as a conjurer to the group. I've some skill with the quarterstaff, and I know several languages. I believe I could be a great asset to your Master on this quest as an interpreter or liaison. I, too, seek the settlers of the Sargrass in order to conduct interviews, record observations of the plains, and to draw new maps for posterity and for edification. Assuming that all is acceptable, I would humbly accept employment with the Duke, should it be offered. I am also happy to conduct a demonstration of my skills with spellcraft, as may be needed."
Barnaby clicks his beak again, and steps back.
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Tuesday August 14th, 2018 10:58:50 PM
Caelwyn stands, pulling back his hood so the others in the room can see his face. His dark har falls almost to his shoulders, framing his dark goatee and blue-grey eyes. He glances around the room, smiling at those seated about him, then bows slightly to the seneschal.
“I am honored to make your acquaintance, sir, and to meet each of you. My name is Caelwyn Alterius, born and raised in New Elenna on the Northern Continent. While I have spend most of my life as a soldier, I am now a simple servant of Domi. However, I still possess the martial skills that I acquired in my youth. I will gladly put them to use protecting the other members of this group as we attempt to chart a new settlement on the Plains. In addition, I am a capable diplomat, and could deal with anyone we might meet along our way. As long as I am not asked to commit any acts contrary to the will of Domi in the course of my employment, I would be grateful to accept the Duke’s commission.”
The tall half-elf bows again, and resumes his seat.
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 Wednesday August 15th, 2018 12:00:06 AM
Bigby's eyebrow raises when he sees Banaby. Interesting he thinks to himself. Another...what do they call us...beastfolk. Bigby hesitates to introduce himself, being one of the few "small ones." He thinks to himself Once you've got a task to do, it's better to do it than live with the fear of it.
Bigby hops onto his wolf and rides over to Notker Labeo and gets off his wolf and rolls his head up towards him and looks him in the eye trying to understand him...or maybe he was just trying to stand his ground with this tall human.
"The names Bigby Wolf. You can call me Bigby. Me...I'm good with animals and with nature." Looks at his wolf and says "well I guess we both are."
"I believe you call us beastfolk and I think what I do is what you call a druid."
"Me and Wolfgang are looking for some adventure and thought maybe you could help us with that." considers saying "and looking for friends", but decides to hold that information for now.
Gives one last look and then a smirk and a nod. He then hops onto Wolfgang and rides back to where he originally was.
He thought to himself did I handle this right? and then thought Sometimes it doesn't matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it.
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Wednesday August 15th, 2018 12:01:19 AM "Woah," thinks 'Lil. "One of those birdmen. I heard they've been popping up, but here's one right in fronta me."
She clears her throat and steps forward. "Lillian Flowers, but I go by 'Lil. Ain't no one call me Lillian but Ma, and I'd appreciate it kept that way. Lifelong citizen here in Hook City.
"I'm not bad with Ramona here," she shrugs her shoulder, causing the head of her giant warhammer to shump up and down a bit, "and I'm also lucky enough to serve Domi. I can channel his energy, cast spells to make mah-self a better fighter, and heal up any wounds the rest'a these guys may get."
She don't bow or nothin', but she nods a thank you before she steps back and stands next to the dude with the sword who's also got a symbol of Domi on'im. "Sup?" she asks w/o looking at him.
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 Wednesday August 15th, 2018 8:55:22 AM
At first the Elf holds back subtly observing everyone, but as Barnaby finishes introducing himself and turns the beautiful blue Macaw perched on his shoulder wolf-whistles. The shrill sound echoes around the halls and down the corridors and seems to last forever. The Elf is stroking his chin and admiring the decor when the guards scowl at him.
After a few more introductions he steps forward and fixes his deep sea-blue eyes and a warm smile on the seneschal and begins: "Professor Haemir Farydark from Culverwood...". The Macaw adjusts with a well practiced ease as Haemir bows slightly, "... and this is Fand." he gestures toward the parrot who puffs her chest out and strikes a pose for Labeo.
At 6' 2, Haemir has the build of a marathon runner and wears loose baggy clothing that wouldn't look out of place on a ship. His long blue hair reaches down to his waist where it's bunched in a pony tail and there is a hint of something tribal about him, judging by little feathered tokens and shells here and there. A trident and a short bow rest across his back.
He continues: "I am scholar of varied subjects and currently studying the different grasses within the Plains, hopefully some of my skills can be of use to the Duke. I also possess a small amount of arcane abilities myself and Fand here is a handy scout. If I may be of any assistance... " He bows once more and returns to the group, where Fand unashamedly winks over at Barnaby.
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Wednesday August 15th, 2018 5:02:57 PM
The black haired human steps forward, bowing respectfully to Notker.
"I am Elijah Solomon, of Silveront. You may call me Eli, or Sol. I am a student of the Arcane, and am happy to offer my services and knowledge to finding out more about the Sargrass Plains. Corbin and I am hopeful we will be able to aid this group in finding out more about this new area." He speaks with a slightly deeper voice than his slim build would imply.
As he says Corbin, he indicates a Raven that is sitting on his shoulder. Which once he finishes speaks for itself.
"My master and I look forward to this challenge."
After speaking, he bows and takes a step back into line.
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Wednesday August 15th, 2018 5:29:33 PM
A couple of silent seconds later, Ungy's eyes return back to life, unglazing themselves. "Oh, right, yeah. I'm Ungy. Ungy Shipsail, born in, heck I don't even know. I was just kind of dropped off, so to speak. I did not come here on a ship, though. That would've been a good story..."
He stands up and cracks his back, and launches into a well-rehearsed spiel.
"I've roamed the countryside for quite a while now, tutoring some run-off-the-mild young bards here and there. There's not much of a living to be made out there, but the few things I did pick up are at everybody's service. I guess I know a bit about how to shoot a bow, which has come in handy more than once, I can tell you. Mind you, if anybody sees a story, it's mine. Hands off!"
His performance over (and having fallen flat as usual), Ungy sits back down, looking around at all the gold.
Enter the Seneschal... (DM BatMark) Wednesday August 15th, 2018 7:19:33 PM Barnaby steps right up and with a sharp click, gets the proceedings going with an offer of services arcane and a mention of mapping. Caelwyn proffers a warrior’s mailed fist and a diplomat’s open hand. Bigby rides up in style on Wolfgang, all sorts of natural wonders rolled into one. ’Lil, appreciating a fellow follower of Domi, hammers home the point that this party is ready to rumble. Haemir makes a scholarly impression while his companion Fand flirts shamelessly. Sol completes the flock with an introduction and Corbin’s own addition. Last but not least, Ungy weaves a tepid tale about tales, but adds a useful bit about archery.
(Barnaby please make a Perception check DC 10 to notice Fand’s antics amid the distraction of the interview.)
At Barnaby’s statement about making maps, Notker’s head snaps up and his face turns red as a beet. "Map, ma... what’s that you say, I’m sure I couldn’t have heard you correctly…" his voice trails off as he sees one of the handbills that the party is carrying. He snatches it up, looks at it closely, turns even redder than you would have though possible, and calls out, "Third Seneschal Rupert, attend me at once!" A flustered looking young Northerner crashes into the room in response, and Notker confronts him with the handbill. "A ma...um, that which shall not be spoken of in terms of graphically depicting the movements of the lands, how did that come to be mentioned on the handbill, you daft youngling?" The abashed Rupert goggles at his own blunder, belatedly realizing the faux pas he has committed here in these strange southern lands. "I just wanted to edit it a bit for clarity, s-s-s-sirr!" Notker responds with some heat, "Lad, when I tell you to take dictation, you would do well to remember that it comes from the same root as ‘dictator’! Now go out and collect all these handbills, before they sully the Duke’s name...Yes all of them!" he howls, cutting off Rupert’s forthcoming question. Said worthy scampers from the room.
Notker visibly calms himself, and turns back to the party, "Now, where were we, ah yes." He picks up a pen, and records your answers in a fastidious script, then snaps the book shut. He motions to a nearby table. "Weapons of any sort must be placed on this table for keeping during your audience with the Duke. That is not a request."
The guard’s leather gloves creak as they tighten the grip on their halberds. It would appear wise to obey the rules of your host. "I can assure you that your possessions will be unmolested in your absence." Notker makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. "They are quite safe. That table is likely worth more than your possessions, regardless."
What do you do?
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Wednesday August 15th, 2018 8:52:34 PM
Without hesitation, Caelwyn stands. He places his longsword and dagger on the table, and leans his shortspear up against it. He keeps his shield slung on his back, but is prepared to leave that behind as well, if asked to do so. "I understand the security concerns, and I will gladly leave my weapons here. But I would ask that they remain where I leave them, untouched until I return.” He turns to look at ‘Lil, bowing to her and smiling: "I am heartened, as always, to meet a fellow servant of Domi. Would you mind keeping an eye on my equipment until I return?"
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 Thursday August 16th, 2018 4:31:24 AM
Haemir steps over to the table unslinging his trident as he does so, he places it almost reverently on the table and steps back.
"Don't you dare do it... I'll bite your nose off". Although it sounded like the Macaw was trying to whisper the volume wasn't actually any different. It was more like a normal volumed impression of a whisper.
Suddenly remembering his bow Haemir repeats the process placing it next to his trident. "Do what?" he whispers back in earnest.
"Don't you dare put your pen on the table and say - it's mightier than the sword...", the parrot continues. "Have you seen the size of that hammer? All that lady needs to do is bend over with it strapped in her back and she'd take out Lenny the Librarian and three generations of his family"!
Haemir looks at the hammer briefly before shaking himself out of a trance. "Wait, who's Lenny anyway?" he says unslinging his quiver and stepping forward to lay it on top of his growing pile before stepping back.
"He's a librarian, do try and keep up dear. Is it an age thing? Shall I fetch you some slippers and a pipe?".
Ignoring the jibe Haemir folds his arms across his chest and watches the party shedding their weapons before continuing, "You made that name up right? I don't remember a Lenny".
Fand raises an eyebrow: "Of course I did, what lunatic would name their son 'Lenny the Librarian'?". She fixes the elf with an incredulous look.
Haemir thinks for a second before muttering something under his breath, he carefully removes a well folded net that was hooked over and wrapped around the sash of his belt and places it on top of his gear and steps back: "Perhaps I should leave you outside, you're an offensive weapon..." he adds dryly.
Looking rather pleased with herself Fand replies "Aw thank you, you say the sweetest of things" coyly.
"I didn... oh never mind" Haemir begins, before giving up and smiling. It lessens slightly as he remembers something and reaches into a lanyard around his waist he removes a tiny red pocket knife and weaving through the crowd he places it on the net before stepping back again. The two watch everyone for a while. When Caelwyn asks Lil to look after his weapons Haemir's eyes briefly widen and Fand sucks some air in and leans conspiratorially to shout in Haemir's ear: "Oh he did not just ask her that did he...?" they share a chuckle before Fands attention drifts towards Barnaby.
"You can cast enlarge person right?" the parrot asks almost smirking.
As the weapons continue to clank and clang on the table Haemir frowns and turns his head to see where the parrot is looking. "Leave the poor fellow alone...". He knew the Macaw wasn't listening, her eyes took on a distant and dreamy look: "Our children would rule the sky"...
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Thursday August 16th, 2018 7:14:44 AM
Elijah steps forward, simply putting his waking stick down on the table before smiling.
"I am afraid my only other weapon is my mind, which I would be no use to anyone without. I apologise I believe I will have to keep it with me."
His rather bad joke made he steps back in line, the grin of excitment not leaving his face. Corbin sits quietly on his shoulder, but keeps glancing at the macaw as if to figure out why a wizard would have such a back chatting familiar.
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Thursday August 16th, 2018 10:19:18 AM
'Lil's temper flares. Was this lout asking her to stay behind and watch his stuff?
She calms herself down. Maybe the guy thought they were going in one at a time instead of together. She decides this chowderhead gets exactly one more chance to show he's not a chauvinist lout.
'Lil reaches back and pulls her giant hammer off her back and puts it down head-first with a solid thunk. She smiles up at Caelwyn with a mix of playfulness and menace. "Ain't gonna be much help keeping an eye on your stuff in there with ya, am I?" She walks by him, twice patting him lightly on the chest with an unspoken "there there, now" as she does.
She catches up to Haemir as they walk in together to see the Duke. "Hey pal, I like your bird. He's gotta mouth on'im..."
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 Thursday August 16th, 2018 11:54:27 AM
Bigby considers what Notker says to his assistant ‘that which shall not be spoken of in terms of graphically depicting the movements of the lands.” Is he talking about a map? Why didn’t he say the world map? Can you not make maps? Humans are weird Bigby thought but that was civilization, so far Bigby decided. People with nothing better to do, dreaming up ways to make easy things difficult.
Bigby shakes his thoughts and judgments on civilization. Bigby then continues to put his spear and crossbow onto the table next to the other weapons. Bigby thinks they can’t take away my claws and teeth. Smiles wide at that thought. He looks over to Notker. Sharp teeth awkwardly smiling. Bigby thinks, did I just give away that I have my teeth as weapons? He then awkwardly and suddenly closes his mouth and tries to not meet eye contact any further with Notker. Bigby and Wolfgang continue forward.
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 Thursday August 16th, 2018 12:23:37 PM "Watch out she's coming over, pretend you weren't speaking about her..." Fand says as Lil approaches. "I'm telling you she'll squash you like a bug". Haemir shakes his head in disbelief at the parrot before acknowledging Lil.
"Hey... Lil, isn't it? ... Fand? She's like an elderly person, you know the ones that think their actually talking quietly and no one can hear them? But in reality they're speaking so loud EVERYONE HEARS EVERYTHING." he emphasises the last bit aiming it in the parrots face. Fand recoils on his shoulder and starts pruning herself.
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 d20=17 ; Thursday August 16th, 2018 6:22:32 PM
Barnaby chuckles goodnaturedly at the macaw's advances while everyone is placing their weapons on the table, but when asked if he can enlarge person, he responds kindly,
"Ah, but you would be surprised how dull it is to be large! Can you fly, friend? I bet you can. I'd say hold on to that. Some things are too precious to lose."
With that he stretches out his wings and makes a lame attempt to flap them, going nowhere of course. He looks at each sadly, smiles at Fand and Haemir, and walks forward as Lil approaches in order to place his own quarterstaff among the other weapons laid out on the table. He glances at them all in scholarly interest, hoping that the amulet around his neck doesn't attract any notice, and makes special note of the humongous hammer which is larger then he himself is. He shakes his head in wonder. Fascinating!
Then he turns and goes back to the group to stand near to Caelwyn and confidentially says,
"I dare say it appears one ought be on their best behavior in this house. I wouldn't mess with any of these sour-faced guards. Hopefully the seneschal is true to his word and we won't have to. I'd gladly keep an eye on your longsword, sire, if it didn't appear we were to depart as one - a fine make it seems! Where did it come from?"
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Thursday August 16th, 2018 8:35:04 PM
Ungy hesitates for a moment and then grasps his beloved bow a bit tighter, softly stroking it. Almost caressing.
"I promise nobody will hurt you, Bowey".
A cough to his left breaks his mental trance.
"Ah, right. Sorry 'bout that".
Ungy puts the bow on the table, and steps back, not taking his eye of his weapon for a single beat.
Sign here, please... (DM BatMark) Thursday August 16th, 2018 8:41:32 PM Caelwyn moves confidently to comply with the Seneschal’s instructions.
Haemir gives Caelwyn a look of ‘did you really just say that?’ before getting into another back and forth with his fine feathered friend.
Sol makes a bad joke, but realizes that even a good joke would have been lost on the no-nonsense seneschal.
’Lil restrains herself, showing just enough ‘tude to put the chowderhead in his place--if he knows what is good for him.
Bigby smiles a little awkwardly at the seneschal, which seems a little disconcerting to the fellow, but he mostly hides it--mostly.
Barnaby stretches his wings, admires the macaws, then follows suit with the others, pausing to admire Caelwyn’s blade.
Ungy follows the others’ lead, with only a little prompting and obvious discomfort at being separated from his beloved bow.
After divesting yourselves of weapons, the seneschal gives a polite smile--despite looking a little green at the sight of Bigby’s toothy grin--and gestures you to follow behind him. He opens the doors, revealing a sumptuously-appointed library. Floor to ceiling books fill shelves of imported darkwood, the floor is alternating white and black marble, and velvet curtains partially block windows overlooking the city. Duke Abelard Rowan, patriarch of House Rowan, sits at his desk. He is a handsome man in his late-middle years, with a full head of gray hair and a beard leaving his upper lip bare. He is dressed in courtier clothing covered in embroidery and gold gilt. He may be a noble, but his frame is athletic and his piercing blue eyes do not suggest a life of indolence.
Several high-backed chairs are arranged in a semi-circle in front of his desk. The seneschal gestures you forward, then politely clears his throat. Duke Rowan waves without looking up from papers spread across most of his desk. ”Yes, yes, take a seat.”
When you are all seated, he looks up and assesses each of you. ”So, you are the latest lot. I am not fond of preamble or long speech, so I will get to the point.” He plans a finger on a list in front of him. ”I am going to build a city. A city to tame the grasslands and bring civilization to the savage, whether they want it or not. The Noble Races have suffered for long enough. I need capable hands to explore and reconnoiter the grasslands surrounding the new settlement. As it stands now, the grasslands are a mystery. I don’t like mysteries.” He raises a glass of wine beside his chair and takes a drink. ”In exchange for your services, you will be compensated accordingly. You will be provided passage to the settlement, and room and board once you arrive. You will also be provided a druidwood boat for easier travel. They sail along the top of the grass like a ship on the ocean. I trust that one of you can sail? All other compensation will be dependent on your success.” He grabs a bundle of contracts and slides them toward the party. ”Here, take a look.”
He opens a drawer and removes a small pile of scrolls, one for each of you. ”I have your contracts here, and Notker is prepared to witness them. He is an Oathbound of Ffloy.”
You are all well aware that Ffloy is the patron of all merchants and responsible labor and work. The Oathbound are his priests that specialize in forging contracts and agreements for profit, mutual assistance, and business. It is said that an oath sworn before an Oathbound cannot be broken without nasty consequences.
”Do you have any questions?”
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Thursday August 16th, 2018 11:06:15 PM
Upon realizing that everyone would be proceeding to see the Duke as a group, rather than one at a time as he had supposed, Caelwyn's confusion over 'Lil and Haemir's reactions immediately turns to regret. The last thing he would want to do is cause tension within the group, especially over a simple misunderstanding. He needs to clear this up right away. But he speaks first to Barnaby, saying with a smile:
"Thank you, my friend; alas, I fear our comrades may have assumed the worst from my comments, which were certainly not meant to cause offense. The blade was made in New Elenna, and given to me by my father. He is a captain of the guard there, and taught me martial skills from a young age. Forgive me, but I must speak to 'Lil quickly before we see the Duke."
As they approach the Duke's study, he speaks quietly to 'Lil: "Forgive me, 'Lil, if I caused any offense...I thought we were each going to speak with the Duke separately. Clearly you value your own weapon greatly, and I wanted to leave my own in capable hands. I would have offered to watch your hammer as well, had we met with the Duke privately. I'm sorry for the confusion." Caelwyn falls silent as they enter the Duke's study, hoping that his words were sufficient to clarify his previous comments.
After the Duke has spoke, Caelwyn stands quietly for a moment. He then asks: "Sir, I understand that most of the grasslands are now a mystery, one that we are setting out to solve. But as a newcomer to the Southern Continent, I know little of the Sargrass Plains. Is there any additional information about the grasslands that you could provide to us which may be of help on our expedition?"
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 Friday August 17th, 2018 12:43:41 PM
Bigby considers what a druid boat is? Sailing on grass? What madness is this? Calm down Bigby says to his wolf with his hands. I’m sure there’s no actual swimming involved over the Sargrass Bigby thinks to himself. He says to Wolfgang with his eyes keep it together. Then with his eyes says everybody’s watching to Wolfgang.
Bigby puts his hands at his sides and rolls his neck around to relax at the idea of swimming in Sargrass. Bigby moves over to sign his contract. He looks over it as if he knew more about these things. humans and their contracts. Well if we want adventure then this looks like the way to do it. You have to be practical about these things Bigby thinks to himself. Bigby signs the contract. Wolfgang puts his paw up on the contract as if to show solidarity with Bigby. Bigby pats Wolfgang on head and considers their bond. We are in this together friend he thinks. He heads back to his seat with Wolfgang.
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Friday August 17th, 2018 1:15:27 PM
A smile crosses 'Lil's face, and continues to grow the more Caelwyn speaks. She pats him on the cheek when he finishes. "You always speak so fancy?" She walks off chuckling. "Don't worry, muscles. We're gonna be friends."
This contract, and this Duke, both rub her the wrong way. Heavens forbid some wilderness exist in this world while Mr. Fancy Pants here exists...but, it would still be adventure, and it would still serve her ends.
She's pretty shocked that the self-professed druid is the first to sign. She'd wondered. She shrugs it off as she signs. At least there was nothing in the contract about servin' the Duke. There was only one big D she'd be serving.
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Friday August 17th, 2018 1:48:00 PM
Elijah bows to the duke as they enter, showing due deference to a man of the Duke's station. He sits when invited to do so, but does not recline, he keeps himself sitting properly and as one would expect in front of a noble.
He reads over the contract, and he breathes a very quiet sigh of relief when Caelwyn asks for clarification of what's going on in the grasslands. As a foreigner himself, Elijah knows very little of what is going on here.
"Also my Lord, if you would be so kind, who are these Charters intended for? If it is mostly unaffiliated barbarian tribes or those who do not submit to a more noble power, to whom are we supposed to show these charters, and what protection to the afford us?"
His voice is even and measured, but with a hint of incredulity as if he doesn't necessarily believe the charters will do any good.
Corbin just ruffles a few feathers and begins preening himself as he waits patiently for the answer to his Master's questions.
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 Friday August 17th, 2018 4:07:35 PM
Fand looks shell shocked and shivers when Barnaby shares his thoughts outside.
In the meeting Haemir cannot contain his smile when the druidwood boat is mentioned and nods when asked if anyone can sail.
Picking up the charter he scans through it. He was all for striving against banditry and savage beasts and protecting those of noble (or otherwise) blood, especially those unable to defend themselves. However, coming from a tribe himself he could imagine their reaction if a group of heavily armoured men rocked up demanding allegiance to some unheard of lord and takes a moment to clarify the point.
"Your Grace, suppose we find a small settlement or tribe that have broken no laws, but are unprepared to swear oath or allegiance, could you define 'bringing civilization to the savage, whether they want it or not' more clearly?"
He decides that from what he has seen so far the group seem fairly honourable and that between them they would make the right decision out in the wilderness. He signs as the Duke answers.
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Friday August 17th, 2018 6:04:05 PM
Ungy takes his time reading over the charter. Halfway through the document, he looks up at the Duke.
"Well, you certainly know how to spin a tale, I can tell you that much."
He continues reading.
"Well, it's a good thing that, unlike you, I love a good mystery. Although, building a city here won't be easy, you know. You make it seem very simple, we clear the tribes and you build a city."
Ungy signs as he stares at the Duke, almost to the point of creepy.
I solemnly swear... (DM BatMark) Friday August 17th, 2018 9:00:40 PM Caelwyn thanks Barnaby for cutting him a break, explains his wonderful blade, and attempts to mollify ‘Lil. Recovering his wits, he thinks to ask the Duke for information about the Sargrass.
Bigby is dazzled by the idea of a druid boat, whatever that might prove to be in reality. After a bit of a stretch, he indcates agreement to the terms.
’Lil accepts Caelwyn’s apology, if somewhat patronizingly, and is put off a bit by the Duke’s manner. But signs off despite these misgivings…
Sol offers some grace to His Grace, but spoils it with his obvious incredulity about the charters.
Haemir offers a more genteel version of Sol’s question about the charter.
Ungy makes it all better by being a bit of a creeper, which the Duke blithely ignores.
Barnaby mutely follows the crowd, perhaps flustered by everything going on around him.
At your questions about the Sargrass, the Duke looks a little put out. "If I--or anyone--knew all about the Sargrass of today, well then I would not need to hire you to explore it, would I? But maybe these will be of some assistance. Although of course the Crystal Mountains have exploded and scattered all over the Wold, so you can skip that bit, I should think." With a dismissive toss, he puts forward a few gazetteers.
To Sol’s impertinent question and Haemir’s more proper version of the same, the Duke responds, "This charter enshrines our agreement of employer and employee, giving us each certain rights and duties. You are correct that they will not mean much to savages, and you will have to decide on the spot how to deal with such situations. My aims are not to use overwhelming military might, but rather to use whatever means are necessary and efficient to achieve the larger objective of taming the land. Perhaps the savages will give up much for mere talk and trinkets!"
Seeing your general acquiescence, the Duke continues,"Well then, it is settled. But mere signatures will not do. You must of course swear a binding oath." Duke Rowan rises and comes around the corner of his desk as he motions toward Notker. "Notker, please become Father Labeo, if you would."
The seneschal nods and removes his robe. Underneath is a fabric-of-gold vest emblazoned with the holy symbol of Ffloy, god of merchants. He drapes the robe over a chair back, places an odd stone on the table, and holds out his arms. "There is little ceremony for an oath-binding. Just place a hand anywhere on my arms. In your other hand, please hold your charter. You will in turn name your favored higher Power, along with your fitting Doom should you fail to uphold this oath."
The Duke circles the room to stand behind the priest-seneschal and places a hand on his shoulder. When all are in position, the priest closes his eyes and intones, "Honored Ffloy! Goldmaker and Merchantfriend! Binder of Contracts! Hear my words! Before you stands your humble servant, and those who would swear oaths of contract. May all be bound as their word! Those in favor must recognize with a verbal agreement."
Your employer speaks first. "I, Duke Abelard Rowan, High Seat of House Rowan, so agree to these terms, and should I violate them, will be subject to due punishment by the Magister." The stone on the table vibrates, and he shivers for a moment, then nods to you, clearly expecting you to follow his example.
Do you so swear?
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 Saturday August 18th, 2018 12:09:28 AM
Barnaby follows the group in, observing silently as is his habit. He listens attentively to the discussion around the charter, and it's meaning, but he has already decided he will take this position. It aligns perfectly with his own personal quest, and he has a good feeling about the party.
The bit about taking an oath does have him feeling a little wary - three years is a decent commitment of time, especially working for a man he knows so little about.
That bit about not mentioning maps was truly perplexing, but in truth I have much to learn about these lands, the people, and their culture. He makes a mental note to ask someone more familiar with the area about the resistance to cartography and sets his misgivings aside.
Who knows what the future will bring! he thinks. And truth be told, I would rather explore the Sargrass with oathbound companions, seekers of knowledge and adventure, then hired attendants or random travelers whose motivations are less transparent.
He listens with some amusement as the seneschal and Duke conduct their ritual. Humans really can be quite dramatic, he thinks, but he prepares himself for his turn to declare himself.
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Saturday August 18th, 2018 2:57:01 AM
Sol looks a little taken aback, by the response to his question, as if unsure how to proceed.
"I apologise my lord, I did not mean to insult you, or the charters I was just concerned they would be of little protection out in the Grasses, I apologise for my impertinence."
Upon hearing the Oath being taken by the Duke, Sol looks at Corbin, who looks back and seems to almost give a little shrug, before quietly whispering in Sol's ear "Looks like you have no choice. Times like these make me glad I'm not a mammal. You have lots of funny rules."
A good natured smile dances across Sol's face as if he's trying to suppress a laugh at his Raven's words. Upon seeing the stone vibrates, Sol tilts his head, studying what the stone is doing, and watching it very carefully with great interest.
However, after a few moments, he stands up, placing one hand delicately and carefully on the Duke's arm, and holding the Charter in the other hand, he speaks.
"I, Elijah Solomon, Heir to Lordship of Silveront so agree to these terms, upon the power of Magic itself. Should I violate them, I my magical knowledge, and have to regain it."
He speaks with force and clear intent, not wavering or even appearing to be unsure of himself.
Once all is said and done and everyone is seated again, or leaving, he speaks up to just the group.
"Well, this is going to be quite and adventure, don't you think?"
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 Saturday August 18th, 2018 11:15:41 AM
As everyone closes around Father Labeo, seeing Sol reaching for the Duke Haemir gently takes the wizards wrist and directs him to the seneschal's arm, he offers Sol a kind smile.
Awaiting his turn he straightens his back, with his right hand on the seneschal and left holding the charter Haemir clears his throat and declares, "I, Haemir Farydark agree to these terms and should I violate them may I be turned in to an old hag with a curved back and warts all over her nose..."
At that point Fand hops down Haemir's arm to place a claw gently on the seneschal himself, she looks at Haemir and nods at the charter. The elf looks like he is about to say something but moves the parchment toward the Macaw, she touches it with her other claw and mimics Haemir clearing his throat before swearing the oath.
Satisfied the parrot half-flaps half-jumps back up on to Haemir's shoulder. The elf shrugs and gives the Father Labeo an almost apologetic look.
On completion as the group separates Haemir whispers at Fand "You do know they're not going to pay you right?"
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 Saturday August 18th, 2018 3:42:39 PM And now another man made way to hold us to our word. After walking back and thinking he was done with man made bindings, he stops and closes eyes (so that no one can see him rolling his eyes). Bigby takes time to continue to roll his eyes. Turns back to make an “oath,” this time without Wolfgang. Bigby mimics the human tradition and continues.
Bigby says you know you’re having us commit to two different ways to make sure we do what you want us to do. Just so you know if I say yes to something that means yes. Alright I’ve said my peace. Let’s get this over with. I, Bigby Wolf, friend of Wolfgang (considered this fact to be true and the only way he could think of in order to mock human self gave titles), so agree to these terms, and should I violate them, will be subject to being an outcast from every wolf there is and by mother nature herself.
Bigby raises an eyebrow as if to indicate “is this enough?” He doesn’t wait for a response. It was retorical eyebrow questioning anyhow. He moves back to where he was. Say something about Bigby. Say he’s not one for contracts. Also maybe one can say he can be difficult when he wants to be.
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Saturday August 18th, 2018 6:44:12 PM "Three years, 'Lil. Let's hope this don't turn out to be a boondoggle..."
She picks up the charter in one hand. With the other, she loops her thumb around Labeo's thumb and grips his wrist. She stares him in the eyes as she makes her oath. "If I don't honor this contract, may Domi decide I ain't worth his time and take away my grace."
She nods, shakes the priest's hand once, and let's go. She goes to stand next to Caelwyn and gives him a nudge. "Well go on, pretty boy. Make yer oath so we can get to the good part."
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Saturday August 18th, 2018 10:39:51 PM
Caelwyn smiles, chuckling to himself at 'Lil's words, then steps forward. He places one hand upon Labeo's forearm, holding the charter in the other, and speaks clearly: "I, Caelwyn Alterius, servant of Domi, hereby swear before this witness and before the god of courage to uphold the terms and conditions outlined in this charter. Should I fail to do so, may Domi chastise me fittingly for failing to abide by my sworn word."
Stepping back, Caelwyn looks around at his fellow "explorers", as I suppose we are, he thinks. I wonder if we are ready for what we will discover in this wild land...
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 d20=18 ; Sunday August 19th, 2018 12:10:25 PM
Barnaby approaches Labeo, picks up the charter in one hand and rests the other hand on Labeo's shoulder.
He says, " I, Barnaby Filius Volant, do solemnly swear on Knowledge itself, that should I not uphold the responsibilities of this charter, I will forget my way home to the aeries of Shadow Mountain, and thus be unable to return, see my family, or complete my studies."
His oath said, he removes himself to the side of the Duke's desk and watches the rest of the group as they take their turns.
Barnaby roles perception on the Duke to see if he can learn anything more about him and scans his desk and office, assuming everyone is distracted, to see if he can pick up any other information about the Duke's intentions in the Sargrass.
Barnaby gets an 18 + 4 = 22
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Sunday August 19th, 2018 10:50:25 PM
Sighing, Ungy readies himself and grabs the charter. He puts his free hand on the Duke's elbow.
"I, Ungy Shipsail, pledge to uphold the charter and the responsibilities it contains. Furthermore, I shall be of good spirit and help to my colleagues."
Oathbound... (DM BatMark) Monday August 20th, 2018 6:01:37 PM Haemir saves Sol from another faux pas, gently redirecting Sol’s outstretched hand to the Seneschal’s arm. The two together swear the oath of binding.
Bigby makes a gently mocking but still binding oath, his raised rhetorical eyebrow drawing one from the Duke in return.
’Lil puts some good-natured peer pressure on an affable Caelwyn, and each recites an oath in turn.
Barnaby takes the oath, and sidles around near the desk. Highlight to display spoiler: {You can see that there is a rolled up architectural diagram on the desk along with a sheaf of about a half dozen shipping contracts. Without being obvious, you can’t make out anything else, due to the distance and viewing angle presented by the human-high desk.}
Ungy also takes the oath, but gets a prompt from Notker to complete it with a Doom. Highlight to display spoiler: {Please complete your oath as part of your next post.}
As you agree, you feel an invisible force envelope your body -- like a second skin that is ever so slightly too tight. After a moment it relaxes and you feel nothing at all.
"You are now bound," Notker says, "You have taken your holy vow and will suffer the consequences if you break your oath."
The Duke drops his hand. "Thank you, Notker, as always. Please escort our newest associates to the door and inform them of the particulars of their journey." He smiles. "I hope you hear of your success." As you file out, another Third Senesechal of the House rushes up with a young, red haired woman in tow. Notker looks up in annoyance, but then softens a bit at the sight of the young lady. "Ah, Scynir, better late than never, I suppose. Please follow me." He turns to the rest of the group and says, "Bide here awhile, if you please. We’ll just be a moment, and I promise that the wait will be worth your while." He then leads the young lady, who must be the Scynir that he spoke of, into the room with the Duke.
Scynir Highlight to display spoiler: {Please create a suitable oath and post it in your daily post, formatted as a spoiler. Let me know if you need help with that. Also please include in the spoiler any questions that you might have for the Duke.}
Notker soon returns with the young woman, which spares you any more time under the glare of the surly guardsmen. As a group, Notker motions you toward the door, and escorts you through the twisting hallways and foyers until you reach the front door. He hands each of you a scrap of paper. "You have two days until the expedition is prepared to depart. If you miss the boat ... Well, I will know rather swiftly if you miss the boat. Do not disappoint."
You look at your scrap of paper;
The Nixie Queen Second South Wharf Sunrise in two days
"Now, do you need anything else before you go? Oh, and this is Scynir, who will be joining you on this noble quest."
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Monday August 20th, 2018 7:15:24 PM
Sol whispers quietly to Haemir
"Thank you for redirecting me, I was a little lost in thought about the magic and did not listen properly."
He then speaks to the rest of the party, the broad smile that is rarely far from his face quickly appearing.
"Perhaps we should go and find a tavern and get to know one another better? It is after all going to be a long time that we will be working together. Does anybody know of a good tavern? First round can be on me."
Sol looks to the rest of the group. Hoping someone knows of a place they can grab a drink and some lodging.
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 d20+2=7 ; Monday August 20th, 2018 7:25:39 PM
Bigby grumbles to himself magical oaths. Something tells me there’s going to be some difficult decisions on this trip Wolfgang. Bigby taps his nose I got a nose for these things. Bigby thinks to himself maybe I should have sworn to never return to civilization instead He speaks out loud now that’s something I could have lived with.
Realizing that he spoke that out loud, he looks over at the rest of the party and at the new member Scynir. Shifting topics from his blurting he says cool name Scynir, and leaves the conversation at that. (Diplomacy effort. 7 for an awkward social effort by Bigby). Bigby thinks to himself enough socializing, I’ve done my civic duty to socialize with the team.
Feeling proud of his social abilities, Bigby hears Sol’s suggestion to get a drink. Bigby considers maybe he should try a little harder to get to know the team. Bigby responds now we’re talking. I can get on board with that. I have no idea where to go for a tavern around here. Bigby thinks maybe socializing won’t be so bad so long as a tavern is involved. After all, alcohol is the equalizer of all conversations.
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Monday August 20th, 2018 7:36:29 PM
Caelwyn inclines his head to Scynir, smiling at her. He is pleased, as always, to meet another half-elf. “I’m glad to make your acquaintance, Scynir. The more the merrier on this voyage of ours.” He turns to Labeo: “Will we be provided with any provisions to begin our journey?"
Scynir (Amy) HP: 9 - AC/T/FF 17/12/15 -CMD 13 Monday August 20th, 2018 11:44:30 PM
Highlight to display spoiler: {With a serene look and smile that is in sharp contrast to the rush of the moment, Scynir accepts her oath by placing a gentle hand on Labeo's arm while accepting the charter with her other hand, "I, Scynir, devotee of Flower, swear before you and Flower that I will uphold the terms of this charter. If I fail, may Flower shun me from the light of love." Scynir nods to convey she has finished, and kindly thanks the Duke for the opportunity. }
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 d20+2=17 ; Tuesday August 21st, 2018 4:20:24 AM
When Sol whispers his thanks, Haemir lightly thumps the wizard on his arm grins. "No harm done my friend. Can't have you arrested for manhandling the Duke can we?".
Haemir smiles at Scynir and nods in greeting.
As they reach the front door he looks around and noting where the party is he frowns slightly. His gaze slowly turns to focus on the Seneshal. For the briefest of moments there is what appears to be a sudden flash of lightning behind his eyes, then he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly and speaks calmly. (Diplomacy: 17)
"Thank you Seneshal Notker. However, if it's ok with you I wonder if you would be so kind to guide us back to our weapons before we leave? I fear this would be a short campaign without them".
Continuing on he says. "The Duke mentioned that there is a settlement already in place, do you know what can we expect there? Is there a general store or some way we can acquire ressuplies? The usual things like arrows, food, maybe even potions. Or are we on our own?"
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Tuesday August 21st, 2018 11:18:22 AM
All this talk, and no one's mentioned a good tavern.
"The Ghost, obviously," blurts 'Lil outta no where. "We go the the Gigglin' Ghost, have a few drinks, see who passes out first...my gold's on pretty boy here...and git to know each other." She waves everyone along, and starts pushing them if she has to.
She saddles up to Scynir as they walk. "Hey other lady, I'm 'Lil. You worship Flower? That's cool. I'm gonna take a stab in the dark and say you're real good at healin' folks, right? I sure hope so, cause I'm better at making sure we can hurt people more." She slams right right fist into her left hand to drive the point home, though the giant hammer strapped to her back probably makes the point better.
There's a spring in her step as they walk. She's pretty stoked.
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OOC stuff for all the new players:
There's a board here called the Giggling Ghost. It's a tavern reachable from any major city in the Wold, including Hook City. I highly recommend everyone stop in since it's where we're going in game anyway.
Note: Posting there does not count for your daily posting, and it's completely optional. Also, all interacting in the GG is in-character.
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 Tuesday August 21st, 2018 4:48:17 PM
Barnaby bows to the Seneschal and Duke, and makes his way out behind the party.
When a tavern is mentioned he heartily agrees, "Was feeling a bit parched, Sol, great idea! And I would be most interested to hear about your course of study in spellcraft. I, too, dabble in the arcane arts!"
After 'Lil suggests the Ghost, Barnaby collects his staff, and follows the group out of the hall, mulling over the plans he saw on the Dukes desk.
He says to 'Lil and Scynir as they walk out of the Duke's home, "Begging your pardon, ladies, and most pleased to meet you. I am Barnaby of Shadow Mountain. I was wondering, seeing as you seem to be better acquainted with the area, what the hub bub around drawing maps was? I apologize for my ignorance- but - why should the senschal not want maps to be drawn of the Sargrass?"
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Tuesday August 21st, 2018 6:53:13 PM
Having been prodded by Notker, Ungy stammers his way through the rest of his oath: "Oh, right, yes. Thank you Notker. If I fail in this charter, let my mind go awry and be filled with nothing but nonsense, rendering me a sputtering fool!"
Never saying no to a good tavern or an excuse for a drink (any excuse will do quite nicely, thank you), Ungy voices his agreement with the plan and joins the group merrily.
"I don't think I've been to the Giggling Ghost yet. There better be some decent drink specials on weeknights."
Gearing up and drinking down... (DM BatMark) Tuesday August 21st, 2018 7:44:45 PM Sol thanks Haemir quietly, but boldy proposes a trip to the tavern, to acclaim from all sides.
Bigby growls a little at the strange human oaths and awkwardly compliments Scynir’s name, but gets on board with the idea of a tavern.
Caelwyn welcomes a fellow half-elf to the party, and along with Haemir, wisely inquires whether the Duke will be providing provisions.
Haemir looks around for his weapon, only to find that it is already in his hand.
(OOC: Even in your inexperienced state, each PC had the presence of mind to reflexively pick up whatever weapons that you had left on the table as you exited the audience.)
’Lil surmises that Scynir is a follower of Flower and a healer, but more importantly provides the party with a destination for the night--the magical Gigglin’ Ghost. Though when talking about getting hammered, what does she mean?
Barnaby seems thirsty too, but asks the ladies of the party for an explanation of the whole map taboo.
(OOC: Any PC from the Southern Continent can explain the map issue, as can any other PC who makes a Knowledge Local or Geography DC 10 skill check.)
Ungy doesn’t even try to come up with an excuse to avoid the tavern, and goes along for the ride.
Notker responds to Caelwyn and Haemir’s questions about supplies, "Ah, how could I forget! You may each present one of these letters of credit to registered merchants in Hook City to obtain supplies. Now these are only good for the next two days, so spend them all in one place, haha." He laughs at his own little joke and hands each party member a letter with the House Rowan seal, worth 100gp. Turning to Haemir’s other question he adds, "Now with regard to the settlement in the Sargrass Plains, it is not built yet. You will be accompanying the builders and other members of its founding expedition. You will have only the supplies that the ships bring along with you, plus whatever you can turn up in your new locale. Exciting, is it not?"
If there is nothing else, the seneschal bows (a bit lower than before) and find yourselves at the front entrance with no company but the guards. Their stance and suspicious glares have not changed, but you get the idea that the Duke's guards are hired for that very quality.
Other than your frolics at the Giggling Ghost, what ever shall you do with your time until sunrise two days hence?
Scynir (Amy) HP: 9 - AC/T/FF 17/12/15 -CMD 13 Tuesday August 21st, 2018 7:48:08 PM
Scynir takes in the warmth of the greetings she receives, and cannot help but smile. She realizes these kind gestures are the measure of good people with deep potential. She nods, and makes eye contact with each of her new crew, feeling each deserve her care and attention, and desiring to convey as much. I do look forward to our visit in the Tavern! Scynir quickens her pace now to keep up as they make their way to the tavern.
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 Tuesday August 21st, 2018 8:23:51 PM
Glad for the extra money, Caelwyn makes a mental note to visit the market over the next couple days. They should be sure to use every penny of what the Duke has given them - who knows when they will next be able to purchase supplies?
"Nothing like a few drinks to bring a company closer together. The Ghost it is!" Turning to 'Lil, he raises an eyebrow, smiling. "First to pass out, really? We'll see about that, miss." Seeing this as an excellent opportunity to get to know his new companion, Caelwyn accompanies them toward the tavern.
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 Tuesday August 21st, 2018 11:45:09 PM
Bigby heads over to the tavern with the group. Bigby is riding on Wolfgang and comes out from the fireplace of the Giggling Ghost tavern. He looks a bit perplexed at how he got here. He sees 'Lil and thinks ok this must be the place. He looks at his companion and says ”relax we didn't enter another plane.” Bigby thinks to himself atleast I don't think. Well, we are here to be better those social skills with my party. You have to be practical about these things.
He rides over to 'Lil and says “hey fancy meeting you here...he he...ahem...nice hammer you got there” attempting to be smooth practicing his diplomacy skills in order to make friends in the party. Feeling a bit out of sorts socializing he quickly orders some mead. make it a double.
Bigby was impressed with Caelwyn's alcoholic choices and states"single malt? that sounds interesting. I'll have one of those too. Bigby then looks up at Scynir and is thrown back a bit at her interest in talking to Wolfgang. Bigby responds,"uh sure...well...this is Wolfgang. He's a wolf." Bigby realizing that what he just said is pretty obvious and decides to add something a little more personal. "He's like a brother to me. He's a sucker for when you rub him behind the ears. Don't tell him I said that."
Bigby then turns to Tishe' and asks "what happened during the rebirth and what is this 'bloodweed'? Also...ahem...you did say next rounds on you? Bigby looks atTishe' curiously optimistically.
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 Wednesday August 22nd, 2018 10:55:23 AM
Haemir heads over to the tavern as he contemplates how to quit his job teaching. No chance they'll keep his job for three years...
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON (DANIEL) HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Wednesday August 22nd, 2018 1:22:29 PM
Elijah smiles as his suggestion is taken well and follows the rest of his new compatriots to the Tavern, getting out his coin purse as he does so, preparing to pay for the first round, as promised.
He looks over Scynir, the newest recruit with a smile. "Good to meet you, I'm Elijah Solomon, Heir to Silveront. You can call me Sol if you like. Where do you come from?"
Once they arrive at the tavern he marvels at how impressive it is for a moment, watching the others step through into the magical place that is known as the Giggling Ghost, and after a few moments, follows suit.
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Wednesday August 22nd, 2018 1:33:36 PM
'Lil explains the map situation to Barnaby on the way over.
"Basically, the whole Southern Continent goes all nuts every few years and shifts around. Hook City may border the Sargrass one day, then BAM, they're on opposite ends of the continent. Some folks think that makin' maps makes the migration come sooner...temptin' fate or whatnot. Anyways, we don't do maps down here."
She stays close to Caelwyn, happy to have a brother in faith along, but still pretty sure he's gonna be the first to hit the ground.
They reach Giggling Ghost - but it's just a mostly empty room except for the roaring fireplace. With no hesitation, 'Lil leaps through the fire and vanishes. Her arm appears a moment later, beckoning everyone follow.
Ungy (Jort) - 10/10 HP - AC 13/13/10 - CMD 10 Wednesday August 22nd, 2018 6:31:01 PM
Ungy trails back behind the group a little bit, looking his eyes out at the scenes in front of his eyes. Bumping into the Giggling Ghost's entryway, he is startled out of his trance.
His hand on the doorknob, he pushes in and enters the magnificent drinking hole.
Attention shoppers... (DM BatMark) Wednesday August 22nd, 2018 8:46:04 PM
You finally wind things up in the Giggling Ghost, and prepare to head back to Hook City. When you emerge, it is noon of the following day. "Time must pass differently in the Ghost! At least we didn’t miss the boat," you might think to yourself.
(OOC: You may continue to engage in the dreamland of the Ghost board, since time there is apparently on a different scale than back here in Hook City.)
(OOC: On a less happy note, everyone make a FORT save vs DC 12 to avoid a hangover. Failure gives you a -2 penalty on STR, CHA, and DEX related ability and skill checks until you sleep it off.)
’Lil and Caelwyn are only able to stagger out of the Ghost because they are leaning on each other. (OOC: Each of you make a CON check, winner--highest total--gets bragging rights for carrying the other out of the tavern.)
Haemir managed to drown a few sorrows...wait, drown, that’s just a cruel reference...
Bigby is still in a bit of a tizzy over having met people who foughts dragons, and at the sheer size of that Barratore fellow. And maybe a few too many drinks. At least Wolfgang is still sober.
Sol is pleased that his suggestion of a drinking hole was so well received, and has some fond memories of the tales told there, but winces as the thought of how many rounds passed after the first one that he bought.
Ungy and Scynir blink in the daylight, barely remembering what transpired in the Giggling Ghost.
Barnaby blacked out early, possibly due to his small stature, and only comes around as the party is preparing to leave.
You have an afternoon and evening to spend before you must catch your ship in the morning. What do you do with the time?
(OOC: Please note any purchases in your post, recalling that you must spend the 100gp letter of credit before you go. All standard gear from the CRB is available, as well as 1st level potions, 1st level spell scrolls, and the like, at normal prices.)
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 Thursday August 23rd, 2018 8:20:10 AM
Barnaby is grateful to 'Lil for her explanation of the maps. He had of course heard of the shifting lands of the Southern continent, but had not realized maps were forbidden or thought to hurry the timing of the reorganizing.
He says thank you and when the group gets to the Ghost, follows hesitantly through the fireplace. However, once through he is delighted to find the bar and its patrons. He enjoys many rounds, and as our gracious DM has pointed out, blacks out a little early dreaming of boats that sail on grass and a great magical map that moves with the lands it represents...
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 d20+4=20 ; Thursday August 23rd, 2018 10:30:05 AM
Bigby emerges from the Giggling Ghost with Wolfgang and heads out to buy a druid's kit. Bigby looks at Wolfgang and says, "see that wasn't too bad. I told you I can handle my drink. Next time you can have some too." It did surprise Bigby that he had a good time with other people. Maybe people aren't so bad after all...but it's still a good idea to be cautious Bigby thought.
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 d20+4=24 ; Thursday August 23rd, 2018 11:15:39 AM
Haemir exits the Ghost inn and despite drinking gallons of ale he shrugs it off almost as if he hadn't touched a drop, (Fort: 24) he heads for the market to spend his chit.
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 d20+3=12 ; d20+1=7 ; Thursday August 23rd, 2018 11:48:15 AM
'Lil wakes up hangover free, but feels it there just behind her eyes. One more drink probably woulda put of ever the edge. (Fort save 12 - just passed).
Unfortunately, she probably didn't manage to drink Caewyln under the table (CON 7)
'Lil's been planning on taking a journey for a while and is well equipped, but figures not spending the letter of credit is foolish. She makes a point to buy a few more scrolls.
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON (DANIEL) HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None d20=2 ; Thursday August 23rd, 2018 1:44:22 PM
Sol comes out of the tavern feeling far worse for wear, holding his head. It has been a LONG time since he had gotten that drunk.
He winces at the light and the noises the others are making, grumbling quietly under his breath. He speaks very quietly under his breath.
{Highlight to display spoiler: {"I could go for a cup of mint tea.}}
"Eurgh... I was thinking we should pick up some food and such.. I already have a tent and bedroll and some rations but feel like more maybe useful. Ow my head... Perhaps even some potions of Healing if we can find any..."
He shields his eyes from the sun with one hand while squinting, and holding his head with the other hand, his staff leaning up against him.
"Maybe we could use the credit notes to buy supplies we can use as a group... I do not know... my head hurts quite a bit... I could use some sleep..."
Caelwyn Alterius - (Casey) - 13/13 HP - AC 19/10/19 - CMD 14 d20=11 ; d20=17 ; Thursday August 23rd, 2018 8:11:13 PM
Caelwyn, while not hungover, definitely has a bit of a headache (Fortitude 13). "Definitely worth it though", he thinks, "poor ‘Lil. Good thing I was there to get her out." (CON 19). He chuckles to himself. Now to finish off buying some supplies. Some extra rations and a few potions of healing were in order.
Ship Ahoy! (DM BatMark) Thursday August 23rd, 2018 9:41:36 PM Barnaby thanks ‘Lil for the local lore about map taboos before having a slightly naughty dream (by local standards) about boats on a moving map.
Bigby goes shopping for a druid’s kit, and finds just the right thing a stand along the Marble Causeway.
Haemir shows his stout heart (and liver) by shrugging off the effects of the bender almost like it didn’t happen.
’Lil held her drink pretty well, but perhaps not as well as Caelwyn. At least the paladin is honorable!
Sol suggests buying some healing potions, which are definitely available. They are a little pricier than the packets of headache powder at the apothecary, but both seem worth it at the moment.
Caelwyn seems to have come out on top in the drinking bout, but is too gentlemanly to rub it in before heading off for some shopping.
Ungy seems to have drunk so much that he is having more trouble than usual communicating. Hopefully the gods of technology can restore his voice soon.
Scynir is nowhere to be seen the rest of the evening. Perhaps she got lost in the Great Market. It is truly dizzying. Hopefully she will reappear by morning.
Your shopping complete, you turn in for the night, many of you hoping to sleep off a hangover. You wake before the dawn, prepare your belongings, and arrive at the Second South Wharf. Knowing now what you know of your employer, it seems unwise to arrive fashionably late. The wharf is a beehive of activity even this early in the morning -- sailors move cargo to and from ships, stevedores move cargo to and from docks to wagons, and drivers with mule teams move the cargo into the city in beautifully orchestrated chaos. It takes a few minutes, but you manage to find the Nixie Queen, a tall and stoutly-built galleon. She is at dock with five other ships flying the same rowan tree banners. In addition to the regular complement of sailors is a small army of dwarves and twice that many colonists. The dwarves are counting, checking, and cataloguing a small mountain of equipment. The colonists are busy saying goodbyes to friends and family, and figuring out which ship they need to board.
One dwarf in the center of the activity is barking orders. She is a warrior, with sleek plate armor, a hammer in the shape of a fist, and battle wounds crossing her face. The dwarves hop-to with little hesitation.
Standing beside her is a scholarly dwarf in red and white robes with a staff. His beard reaches to his knees and his head is bald. His attention is deep in a book, and he nods as he listens to the warrior and his eyes move down lists on the page.
What’s your next move?
(OOC: Congrats on making it through the interview and a night of hard drinking! You each receive 200xp for great roleplay.)
HAEMIR - (RICH) HP:8/8 - AC/T/FF:15/13/12 - COMPANION: HP:18/18 AC:17 d20+2=5 ; d20+2=10 ; Friday August 24th, 2018 8:24:20 AM
Haemir eventually finds the man with his delivery and quickly checks over the contents: two extra quivers, several boxes of dried rations and four scrolls. He passes the merchant the last of his gold (well he had one gold coin left which he tells himself was 'for good luck') and the credit note and they shake hands. Then greeting one of the crew he shows him the charter and arranges for the boxes to be taken on board.
Fand muttering something about stretching her wings takes to the air. The parrot was very distinguishable and circled the boat singing and whistling and generally making herself easy to spot, probably assisting the others to locate the boat Haemir mused. Fand could be very helpful at times. Watching the synchronised chaos of people everywhere they reminded him of a colony of ants, all moving with a purpose and the busy thrum of noise lulled him in to reflection of his encounter earlier at the school, when maybe Fand hadn't helped quite as much. The principal was not too happy at first when Haemir (who had only taken the post a few weeks ago) had asked for three days leave. Principal Rydell was known for being grumpy, intolerant and somewhat belligerent and Fand was not known for suffering fools gladly.
"Um well yes. It turns out it will be a little longer than three days after all Principal Rydell..." he'd told him.
The principal's stammering and blustering and "Not three weeks...?" comment was followed by an explanation that three weeks was far too long for the school to be without him. Which whilst he realised was a minor compliment was overshadowed by the expletives that followed, they would have shamed a serving wench and to be fair they were explicit and descriptive but they paled with what followed when Haemir corrected the principals estimation: "More like three years..." (diplomacy: 5). 'Maybe the alcohol hadn't helped?' he mused. Fand ('bless her' could be very protective of him at times) had managed to shame the principal with a few of her own expletives, telling him that if he couldn't see the valuable job the team were setting off to do and how long term it would help the school he was...
Haemir was snapped out of his reverie when Fand whipped past his ear (Fly: 10) so close he felt the breeze, looking up he noticed his companions approaching. He smiles and waves and offers to help anyone struggling.
BigbyWolf ( Michael) 10/10 HP - AC/T/FF: 16 /13 /14 - CMD 13 -Animal Companion: HP: 19/19 -AC 17 d20+9=10 ; Friday August 24th, 2018 11:04:59 AM
Bigby heads towards the Nixie Queen and reluctantly him and Wolfang walk onto the ship. Bigby watches the dwarves with interest. They seem small like me but less fur. Much less fur. I think those are beards Bigby says to Wolfgang. Bigby looks for his other team members (Perception check 10).
'Lil - (Carl) - 13/13 HP - AC 17/11/16 - CMD 13 Friday August 24th, 2018 12:46:39 PM
'Lil groans when she sees that Caewyln really did out drink her.
Anyway, time to move on.
She walks up to the dwarf barking orders. "Allo there. One of yous probably the captain, yea? Name's 'Lil. Me and some new friends are supposed to be taggin' along to provide some muscle. We're probably on a piece of paper somewhere." She smiles and holds a hand out to shake, even though she's pretty sure it won't be accepted. Just because they weren't friendly, doesn't mean she shouldn't be.
ELIJAH "SOL" SOLOMON (DANIEL) HP: 6 AC/T/FF:11/11/10 Active Spells: None Friday August 24th, 2018 3:31:26 PM
Elijah, feeling a little more refreshed after what is probably NOT going to the last night of drinking for a while, given his compatriots preferences.
He makes his way to apothecary and uses the credit note to purchase a couple of healing potions, and some of his own funds to grab a headache cure of some description as well.
However he smiles and makes his way to the boat. He follows 'Lil up to the captain, letting her doing all the talking, though he is still leaning a bit on his quarterstaff he smiles widely, clearly looking forward to the adventure.
Upon seeing Haemir and Bigby he waves them over. "Good morning Professor! I trust you both slept well?"
((OoC: I have set up a document that has Party Resources in it, so if people buy anything that their character wants to allow anyone in the group to have access to it, Sol's two healing potions are on there))
Barnaby Filius Volant - (Ayla) - 7/7 HP - AC 14/12/14 - CMD 11 d20=1 ; Friday August 24th, 2018 6:29:53 PM Nothing tells you more about a culture than the past times they enjoy. Barnaby reflects on the game and toy shop he found on his tour of the market.
While he reasoned now that perhaps it would have made more sense to get gear that might be of use in the weeks to come, the other part of him felt that no matter what he did, he would likely be unprepared for what they were about to face.
How can you be prepared for anything, when anything is such a lot of thing? he thought again, as he shuffled the fortune tellers deck of cards he found in the shop. They weren't so expensive, only 50 gp of the 100 gp the duke had allotted him. That was before he bought the board game, and the marbles... and the kite. He hadn't wasted all his money, however. He did get himself a small blow gun, just in case, and a bit of dreamers star to help him sleep. Sleep was very important to Barnaby.
It was possible that his hangover had impacted his judgement somewhat. Oh, well, he thinks, putting the cards away in his satchel.
He scans the crowds on the wharf for his comrades, becoming nervous that he cannot see them, (perception 1+4 = 5) but it's hard to get a good view. Then he sees the bright macaw sailing against the sky, and sighing with some relief, makes his way in that direction.
((OoC: Not sure how to handle crit fails! Does Barnaby find the ship?}
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