Cheers.
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Setting Introduction:
Bloodcove: the last port of call on the Fever Sea. This strange city is part pirate haven and part merchant bazaar. Its ramshackle buildings rest upon the twisting, interwoven roots of a colossal mangrove tree, a fitting metaphor for the complex web of promise, deceit, treachery, and alliances that defines the remote trading colony. The hard-won bounty of the Mwangi Expanse flows through Bloodcove to other ports around the entire world. Obtaining these exotic riches from the deadly wilderness is the easy part - the real difficulty is hanging on to the treasure long enough to see it safely delivered to the next merchant.
Campaign shared space on Google Drive.
General Knowledge about Bloodcove
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The rest of the human population is made up of various ethnicities most of whom have come to Bloodcove looking to make their fortunes of the rich bounties of the Mwangi Expanse. There are racial tensions between the various ethnicities within Bloodcove but these tensions rarely turn violent.
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In Bloodcove, business is everything, and while the enmity of an Aspis Consortium agent or affiliate might not be personal, it’s still exceedingly dangerous. Though most traders understand that for better or worse, Bloodcove is the best trade nexus in the Expanse, of late several new and independent settlements, such as Freestation farther east along the Vanji, have been springing up in hopes of facilitating trade.
While much is made about the power and influence of the Aspis Consortium, and rightly so in Bloodcove, there are other lesser trade consortiums as well. House Barzoni, House Cartahegn, House Luxlor, and House Umbertine are a few of the more commonly recognized ones. While not much is commonly known about inter-company policies, most woudl suspect that they all operate in some way with approval of the Asipis Consortium.
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The Witchlight:
Most new visitors to Bloodcove stay at the Witchlight, a prominent inn on Warehouse Row. The inn’s original owner built the large, comfortable building out of wood from the same twisting mangrove trees over whose roots Bloodcove crouches. Moss hangs from the inn’s eaves and glimmers in moonlight, giving the inn the eerie appearance from which it takes its name.
Free Trade Square:
Free Trade Square is the financial heart of Bloodcove. The famous plaza sits on an elevated platform level just north of Warehouse Row, looking down on the harbor full of ships and traders. When cargo—or more often, hard currency—leaves those ships, it comes to Free Trade Square, where the citizens of Bloodcove barter and trade bales of valuable raw resources for all the riches of the Fever Sea. Shacks, stalls, and more established stores ring the oblong landing. While shops open and close in predictable patterns, Free Trade Square never closes. When new cargo enters the city, as it does almost every hour, in most cases it goes straight to the square. Visitors to Bloodcove can find quality weapons at midnight, bolts of cloth at sunset, and narcotics at breakfast.
Aspis Headquarters:
The official Aspis Consortium headquarters for its Mwangi Expanse operations sits at the western end of Corsair’s Way. While not the grandest building in Bloodcove, the Consortium headquarters has a dignified, mercantile look to it, much like merchant houses in more civilized regions.
The Castellany of the Fever Sea:
Built into the trunk of the largest tree in the mangrove, the Castellany of the Fever Sea is a series of chambers and
lodgings belonging to Grand Admiral Harthwik Barzoni. From this location, the department of the Grand Admiralty oversees the day-to-day business of Bloodcove.
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Salt Reaver
Ten Shrouds
The Witchlight
Shops:
Kahveh Exports
Umbertine Arms and Armor
Free Trade Square
Taverns:
Benbow's Wheelhouse
The Bloodrot
The Pirate's Hook
The Tickling Keelhaul
Culture, entertainment, and landmarks:
Mupkin Lighthouse
Paulus Herpetorium (reptile house)
Shaduk's Ninepins (gambling den)
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You find yourselves sitting at a common table in the Salt Reaver Inn's tavern room. It's been another long, hard day with little to show for it. On the bright side, the tavern is packed, the ale is cold, and the spiced potatoes with boar is delicious.
If you aren't a bloodcove local, then the Salt Reaver is where you are staying. If you are a local, then this is a fine place to drink, eat, and hang out. Either way, you have found yourselves sitting together for supper over the last few nights, and this muggy, mosquito filled evening is no different.
A dark and beautiful garundi barmaid swings by your table and stops, "Woah, rough day? Hopefully better than yesterday at least, yeah? What can I getcha?
Waseem will find a seat at one of the crowded tables, hitching his belt pouch around making it less accessible to pick pockets. Jaqu will slink under the table and try and avoid being stepped on.
”Waseem will have the special, if you please. Also ale.”
Lady, you have no idea. Stígandrr, having trouble finding consistent work, had resorted to taking odd jobs whenever the opportunity arose. The most recent of which involved guarding someone who had gotten on the bad side of a local ruffian. The work although not inherently difficult, was made to be so due to the incredible ability of his client to be completely ignorant of any survival instincts he might have possessed. Stíg puts several coins on the table, "An ale will do just fine." He pauses for a second before his expression dims, as if struck by a depressing thought "Actually, make that something much stronger." I have to find something that pays better than this, or at least something interesting. His chair, which seems far too small for him, creaks as he leans back in it. Stíg surveys his surroundings thoroughly for the first time since he entered the building at least ten minutes ago. He realized he hadn't been paying much attention to the people near him before but as his gaze moved from person to person he found a multitude of individuals who stood out.
The large and primitive looking lizard-man strides into the tavern with a grumpy look. He dumps a cluster of small bags filled with bundles of various herbs onto the table, and takes his usual seat.
"Never going to find a boat at this rate," he grumbles. When the barmaid comes over he looks up, and says, "Food. Yah. And beer. With lots o' bubbles."
"At least people pay me for the plants," he says to those seated at the table. "Don't know why. You just go and pick 'em, or grind 'em up, or dry 'em out, or whatever. It's easy. I dunno what the big deal is."
He shakes his head, and when the barmaid brings his tankard of beer he takes a long draught, leaving a foamy white moustache on his upper lip, which he does not seem to know to wipe away.
"But I'm supposed ta be a sailor!" he bangs the table for emphasis. "I know boats jus' fine. But even the scows won't give me a berth. I been here three weeks! Maybe someone's been tellin' tales about me. I dunno why else it would be."
He looks around at the table. "What about you guys? You heard anyone tellin' tales about me?"
Rough day? I've had worse... The imagery of darkness with twin red beams for eyes, her mistress an umbral dragon, came unbidden in her mind. Selena forced her thoughts toward something more productive as she suppressed a shiver despite the heat. This place is much too hot for my tastes, though, I'll give her that. No, scratch that, too humid. Hot I could deal with.
Realizing the barmaid was looking at her expectantly, Selena focused on the now, mentally kicking herself for her wandering mind.
"Isn't every day rough, miss?" she asked with a small smile. Selena's voice was lilting with a slight, difficult to place accent. "I'll take an ale, as well. And I best eat something with it. I'll take that wonderful spiced potatoes and boar. Wouldn't want to have a repeat of a few nights ago. I really am sorry about that." Selena scrunched up her nose in a sympathetic grimace as she recalled one of her first nights at the Salt Reaver spent in drunken delight, followed shortly by retching and the worst hangover she had ever experienced. I have to remember the drinks are much stronger here. "Please do keep in mind my offer of entertainment for your patrons."
With the barmaid's attention drifting toward the others at the table, Selena scanned those around her for potential allies and, more importantly, enemies.
At Shakaro Jun's exclamation and question, Selena suppresses a strong desire to mess with the nagaji. "No, sir," she replies meekly. "What tales would they tell? I do love a good story. Tell me your side, and I will gladly correct any ill-spoken rumors."
He looks around at the table. "What about you guys? You heard anyone tellin' tales about me?"
Missing the point entirely, Waseem answers politely, ” This one has not heard your tale either, but would be honoured to listen.”
Jaqu, “Wouldn’t it be better to wait until after it eats? It looks like one who talkes with it’s mouth full”
Waseem, “I think it’s a ‘he’, not an it. And he made the offer now. It would be rude to ignore it.”
“It would be rude for he to spit food all over my fur while he boasts, but I doubt that will stop he.”
“It sounds like he’s looking for work on boats too. We may be working together and I would rather have him as an ally than an enemy.”
“A talking iguana seems an odd choice for an ally, but as you wish. I will listen to he.”
"What? Uh..." Shakaro blinks for a few seconds.
"Well, first of all, if people told you I was a pirate, it ain't true. I ain't!" Shakkaro says earnestly. "I was tryin' to find the place that ships come from, and so I swam out and stowed away on this ship. When they found me they said I could work for them or I could walk the plank. Yeah! They did!"
"I ain't a bad swimmer, but by then we was way out in the ocean. I ne'er woulda made it. So what could I do? I played along. That's what. But when I got the chance, I got out of there. I never really cared much if humans were killing other humans, but those guys... I didn't like them. No way."
Shakaro shakes his head vigourously, and the foam moustache goes flying in all directions.
"Also, if they told you I'm bad luck, that ain't true. Sure, I got spirits all around me but they help me. It ain't my fault Grey Gull went down. That was 'cause the captain git in a fight he couldn't win. Two against one, and they were warships. The Gull sank 'cause the captain weren't smart enough to get away, that's why. Truth."
Shakaro nods earnestly, and what remains of the foam on his lips now flies upwards into the air and down into his lap.
"I just hafta get upriver. I can tell I'm close. Say... any of you ever seen a ship with a red flag, what has a black skulll - a human skull I mean, with crossed cobras underneath? I'm lookin' for those guys."
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A small, grey skinned man almost hidden in a cloak comes in and, almost sneakily, makes his way to the table sitting down almost before anybody even noticed his presence.
"Yes please, I'll have the special. Ale sounds good to me"
He looks at the cat with great interest and bows respectfully
"Well, aren't you the interesting one? I didn't realize that there were any of your kind around"
He then looks at the entire group
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. My name is Shwarto. Nice to meet you all. "
Selena wipes some of Shakaro Jun's foam off of her cheek and surreptitiously analyzes the newcomer over her tankard as she drinks her own ale slowly.
A wayang here of all places. And willingly joining a group of outsiders? I'm not sure how I should feel about this. Is it coincidence to see him here, or something else? Could he be from the Shadow Plane? No use hiding now; I'm clearly kayal.
"Hello, Shwarto, by all means join us," Selena says after the fact with a grin. "I am called Selena Shadethorn. And perhaps I am also rude," she adds with a laugh. "I have seen a few of you around this place and yet I don't recall if I ever properly introduced myself."
With some mental effort, Selena shifted her attention back to Shakaro Jun. "And as for your ship, no, I do not think so. I was not on the lookout for such a ship, however, and many suspicious vessels seem to pass through here. I will keep an eye out for it." Suddenly remembering he had said something about going upriver, the thought occurred to her that she had been in one place too long. The whole world to see, and I've been here for how many days? "In exchange for me keeping an eye out for you, please, if you should find a boat to take you upriver, see if the crew would take me, too. I could use a change of scenery."
Hearing the small man introduce himself reminded Stíg that he should do the same. "My name is Stíggandr but you can call me Stíg" he says, awkwardly pausing for a moment before extending his hand towards Shwarto, clearly proud of his mastery of social customs. "Good to meet you Shwar-too" he replied, not quite getting the pronunciation right. While the woman who also just introduced herself looked like a gaunt human who was lacking some color, her eyes revealed that there was more to it than that. He was a little unnerved by the lack of pupils and found himself staring slightly too long to be polite. He again extends his hand to shake, this time towards Selena, while he introduces himself "The name's Stíg. Nice to meet ya." Turning back to the lizard man who had started the conversation "What's so important about going upriver?" He takes a long sip from the mug that the barmaid brought, spilling a little of the dark liquid as he sets it back down rather quickly.
”This one is Waseem, that one,” waving towards the jaguar, ”is Jaqu. This one is sorry but the ship you describe is not known to Waseem.”
The barmaid listens to everyone's orders, mentally sketching them on the notepad in her mind, and waits patiently throughout the banter until everyone on this end of the long common table places an order.
"Yeah, sure y'all. Be back in a few," she says while turning away. "FAZZUL, I need a few specials hon," she speaks over the din of the crowd as she walks back towards the bar.
"That ship attacked my village," says Shakaro. "Not many ships would come there, and mostly they would trade from fruits and meat and supplies like that. They would give us knives and pots and blankets and useful things."
"But these men," Shakaro shakes his head. "They wasn't like the others. No, no. They attacked with no warning. They killed some, and the rest they took. I was gathering herbs - if I was in the village I could have fought them... or maybe I would be dead."
"But they took most of my people and sailed away. I am the last one. So I must find them. I had heard that they came here, and went up the river. But nobody in this town says nothin', and I can't find a boat that will take me. Pretty soon I think I'm gonna just walk and take my chances. Or maybe find a good log and build a canoe."
”This one is sorry for your loss but it would not be wise to attemp to travel the Blood on your own. It is dangerous enough under an experienced captain. Be patient, they are always looking for new crew to replace the ones that have been...lost.
Selena felt her cheeks warm at Stíg's stare, and a faint darker gray blossomed there, a would-be blush. This guy could probably break me in twain, she thought in wonder as she reciprocated his handshake. "The pleasure is mine," she replied.
Looking at the cat man give his introduction and turning back to the lizard man, Selena again scanned the rest of the Salt Reaver's tables, enjoying the variety of life represented. She couldn't keep a small grin off her face, as if hearing a joke the world wasn't in on yet. A little less than four-fifths of Bloodcove's population is made up of humans, and yet here in our group only one in five is human.
Realizing she still smiled with no reason and not wanting to look like a crazy person, she quickly rested her face in a more neutral expression with a shake of her head.
Shakaro's words sobered her up quick, and her neutral expression dropped to a slight frown colored by anger aimed at those who would murder and enslave innocents without any provocation merely for profit.
"Better that you were away and survived, Shakaro," Selena said reassuringly. "Your people would likely have no hope if you had been slain or captured. These men you seek, they have no reason to rush up the river and will face obstacles that further slow them..." Selena trails off, becoming lost in thought. A moment later, she looks back up at Shakaro. "Maybe someone a little less... well-known," she chose her words carefully, "would have an easier job of finding a willing captain. Or maybe we should see if there is need of hired... muscle? in an expedition up the river. I will try my own luck."
Selena eyes those gathered, lingering on the wayang last. "I believe Waseem here is right; one should not travel the Blood alone. You are welcome all to join me. I do enjoy good company." She gives them all her warmest smile. "Or perhaps your path does not see you upriver?" she asked, hoping to hear more of why these people came to be here and where they headed next. To hear someone's life story was to see the world through another pair of eyes.
”Waseem does wish to travel the Blood. There is danger, yes, but there is also much wealth to be gained. Enough to keep this ones family from starving for years. Perhaps even enough to book passage to someplace more hospitable. Why do you wish to sail the Blood? It is not a voyage to be taken lightly.”
"Yah, good idea. If you find a boat captain looking for hands, jus' tell 'im you know a deckhand who's also a chippy's mate, lookin' for a berth. Try to get 'im to say yes before he meets me."
Shakaro nods.
"Hah! Yeh, that might work."
Soon the waitress arrives with another tankard. But before Shakaro can turn to pick it up, it seems to slide off the table of its own accord, and falls on the floor, splashing everywhere.
Shakaro stares at the table where the tankard was for a few moments. He blinks.
Then he sighs. He looks up at the waitress.
"Wasn't me! You saw. Uh... yeah, just get me another one."
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"Not going to tell them the REAL reason I'm here. They'd just think that I'm one more madman looking for lost treasure. Which is close, I suppose. Knowledge IS a kind of treasure after all"
"I'm also hoping to get up the Blood. I'd like to see the place with my own eyes, not just rely on travellers accounts. Oh, and earn some money of course. Travelling is expensive"
When the tankard goes awry Shwarto is quite curious as to what happened.
(+2 religion, +3 arcana)
Selena considers Waseem's words. How dangerous can it be, really? She hesitates before answering, sparing one quick glance back to Shwarto after hearing his .
There's no way he's from Thraknix, regardless of whether he's from the Shadow Plane or not.
"This river of Blood intrigues me, and I see the opportunity for a great story in the making." She leans forward conspiratorially and adds, "And perhaps a little danger would discourage greater danger. While dear Shakaro pursues bad people, I fear I may be pursued by bad people."
Selena leans back again. When Shakaro's tankard moves inexplicably and thinking back to his initial protests of not having bad luck but having the company of spirits, she thinks, I wonder who actually bumped that. There's no such thing as luck, bad or otherwise. Mostly a distracting left hand and a sneaky right. But what is to be gained here?
"And what of you, Stíg?" Selena turns to the hulking man.
"It is a noble desire to want to protect your neighbors, certainly one that I can respect. It is difficult to decide whether your presence would have changed what happened but what is certain is that you have the chance to do so now. That is something that can be controlled." Stíg pauses, and picks up one of the plants that Shakaro laid out on the table, examining it closely. "I have wanted to leave for a while now" he continued, turning the gnarled white root over in his hands. "If you are looking to go up river, I would join." Stíg sets the root back on the table and picks up the tankard that fell before he turns to look at Shakaro directly. "I despise those who would attack the innocent and would gladly help in retrieving your fellow villagers. I think you will find that I have some skills that could be very useful in your mission" he finishes with a smile.
Finally, a good reason to get out of this place.
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Some items of interest based on the recent conversation:
Nantambu, a noteworthy city along the Vanji, is home what may be Golarion’s oldest academy of arcane knowledge, the Magaambya. Though it is likely the oldest, it is also one of the least known. Despite having no walled defenses, this city enjoys a peace and normalcy like no other due to foremost, the number of wizards and other students of the arcane.
Usaro, a notorious city on lake Ocota is frequently at odds with Nantambu, and all of its neighbors really, mounting a major raid once a generation or so. This is the famed city of Ruthazek the gorilla King, emperor of Usaro. This city of ruins is where apes, gorillas, and simians of all types reign, and humanoids give wide berth to.
Others: many ruins exist along, or near the Vanji or tributaries. These ruins along with known and secret mines (precious metals and gems) lie all about the interior. These places are generally targets for trade companies such as the Aspis.
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The late sun is starting to set, bringing a welcome relief to the heat, though not even night can cut through the humidity. As you finish up your dinner and drinks over friendly conversation, some of you perhaps begin to feel a deeper connection of fate between this strange gathering.
Whether you felt that connection or not, in a moment that fate becomes reality...
Waseem and Shwarto notice an general feeling of unease in both Jaqu and Twikli. Moments later the near-calm of the early evening is broken by an ear splitting shriek of some creature and sudden screams of people outside the Salt Reaver. Another set of sudden screams of terror again erupts from the crowd outside and the sounds of rushing feet across the boardwalk are unmistakable.
Suddenly someone bursts through the door to the Salt Reaver tavern, "Dragon! Run!", he shouts while slamming the door and presumably taking off down the boardwalk. The inside crowd erupts into terrified action as people rush back to rooms or out the door, knocking over tables and chairs in their paths.
You stand up, trying to shake off the recently consumed alcohol.
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At the cry of "Dragon!", Selena's face is one of shock and terror. It can't be her, it can't be her, she'd send someone, it can't be her!
Selena runs to one of the tables that has been knocked over and uses it as some form of cover. She mutters something that can't be heard over the din and from seemingly nowhere pulls out a small harp, clutching it desperately to her chest.
Appearing to calm minutely, she turns to the others at her table and watches to see how they react before determining her own course of action.
"Something interesting. Finally." Stíg looks at the others with a large grin. Seeing Selena hide, "It will be fine. Its just a dragon. Besides, I'm betting you are stronger than you think." He laughs before running out the door to get a look at the dragon. A strange rush of air follows him out.
"Dragon? Here?" Shakaro shouts, looking around.
"We should get outta here. If a dragon breathes on dis tavern it'll go down. We need to be outside to see where it is going. If it's a fiery dragon the water might be de safest place."
Seeing the press of people heading for the doors, Shakaro decides to make his own way out. Shakaro pulls out a club, and chants for a moment, brushing the club with a bundle of feathers tied around a bone. The wood of the club seems to go green, and a few spots look like they may sprout leaves. Then he swings it at the wall.
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@SHakaro, and others, The buildings and catwalks are very well constructed from local wood and everything is built into the mangrove tree roots, .
Given that it rains pretty much every day and the humidity generally doesn't fall below 85%, you would believe that the wood is significantly protected from sudden flames, at least for a little while anyway.
Waseem, “A dragon, here? Why would a dragon...”
Jaqu, “Stop thinking and do something.”
“Oh, yeah. Let’s take a look.”
“I was thinking about hiding under a table but sure let’s go running towards the big scary monster...”
Waseem and Jaqu will move to a window to try and catch a glimpse of whatever is causing the ruckus.
Shakaro goes to a window, and jumps outside. One on the street, he looks around for signs of a dragon overhead.
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Upon hearing the cries of Dragon!, the group of you springs to action to see what is going on outside.
takes cover behind an upturned table, summons a small harp, and takes note of what her new friends are doing.
grins wildly at the thought of fighting a dragon and pushes his way past the crowd and outside.
casts Shillelagh and bursts through the mosquito screening of the nearest window onto the raised platform outside.
move towards the nearest window, surveying the situation.
follows right behind the hulking Stig through the crowd and outside. Once outside, the wayang tries to stealthily find a place to observe the situation out of direct harm.
For those that have direct sight of the situation, your heart perhaps skips a beat as you truly see a dragon, though not exactly a full dragon. This beast has an elongated head and beak with the body a of huge, powerful dragon. Its body is colored reddish-violet with lighter shades on its underbelly.
As you look on, you see the beast toss a townperson over the rope railing of the walkway that it currently stands upon. His screams are only silenced by the waters below and the crowd cries out again.
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Initiatives:
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Selena
Twikli
Stígandrr
Shakaro
Waseem
Jaqu
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Draggonel
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Shwarto
Battle Artwork, not a great day for Harsk and Valeros
Health and Tracked Conditions:
Selena:
Shwarto: (30 / 30)
Twikli: (15 / 15)
Stígandrr: (38 / 38)
Waseem: (33 / 33)
Jaqu: (30 / 30)
Shakaro: (35 / 35)
Item / Ability Usage:
Selena:
Shwarto:
Twikli:
Stígandrr:
Waseem:
Jaqu:
Shakaro:
Spell Usage per day:
Selena: Summon Instrument,
Shwarto:
Twikli:
Stígandrr:
Waseem:
Jaqu:
Shakaro: Shillelagh,
”It’s a Dragonnel!”
Waseem will cast haste on Jaqu, Stig, Shakaro and Shwarto.
Jaqu, “The walls of this dwelling seem sturdy enough. Once it eats it’s fill it will depart on it’s own... or is it a ‘he’?”
Waseem, “We can’t just sit by and let it kill everyone!”
“We can’t?”
“No!”
“All right. So where do we stand on the correct pronoun?”
“Just get out there and kill it.”
“Sure. Try not to break a nail...”
Jaqu will charge ‘it’ and pounce...
(charge, haste, power attack)
(haste)
(confirm critical?)
(extra damage if crit confirmed)
"I'm betting you are stronger than you think..." Selena shakes her head to clear it, takes a deep breath, and runs out the Salt Reaver's doors. She takes stock of the situation and in spite of the still fearsome beast sighs in relief. Yet her heart continues to pound, and her grip on the harp does not lessen.
Partially to calm her own nerves, Selena strikes the chords of the harp loudly and lively, a triumphant call to battle. Please let this be heard over the tumult!
Inspire Courage (Su): A 1st-level bard can use his performance to inspire courage in his allies (including himself), bolstering them against fear and improving their combat abilities. To be affected, an ally must be able to perceive the bard's performance. An affected ally receives a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls. At 5th level, and every six bard levels thereafter, this bonus increases by +1, to a maximum of +4 at 17th level. Inspire courage is a mind-affecting ability. Inspire courage can use audible or visual components. The bard must choose which component to use when starting his performance.
"Yeah, dat's a dragon all right," says Shakaro. "Wat does 'dragon-nel' mean?"
He runs out onto the bridge.
"You there!" he calls out to the civilians on the bridge. "Get away from dat thing! Don't you know dat's a dragon... nel?"
Among the various fetishes he wears around his neck and arms, leaves seem to begin growing. He concentrates, and hurls a bolt of light at the creature!
Stíg smiles as he looks at the dragon. Reminds me a bit of home. He slams his fists together as he chants in a language not often heard in this part of the world . Light begins to peek out from under his clothes, shining through the openings. As he starts running towards the dragon the light continues to spread to the rest of his body. The light source becomes abundantly clear when the tattoos that are visible begin glowing. He picks up the pace as he runs at the creature, his feet almost leaving the ground.
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castes Haste on Jaqu, Stig, Shakaro, and Shwarto.
leaps out the window and charges towards the creature to attack. The dagonnel lashes out at Jaqu with a claw as the eidolon moves in, slashing him across the back. The dragonnel noticeably tries to grab Jaqu, but isn't quite able to hold on. Jaqu, in turn, lashes out and one of his claws slashes across the dragonnel.
leaves the inn's safety and begins playing her harp. The group feels emboldened for the battle to come as they hear the music.
calls out for the terrified civilians to move out of the way and casts Burst of Radiance on the creature. He isn't sure about the effecdt on the creature's vision, but it does react in pain to the spell.
casts Divine Favor on himself and attemps to cautiously rush into battle. On the way towards the creature, the big man gets tripped up over a slick spot on the bridge, bubt fortunately the dragonnel was preoccupied with its attack on Jaqu and doesn't take advantage of the situation.
flees into the wizard's familiar satchel.
Preview isn't working right now, manual rolls.
Jacqu acro: 1d20+8 = 18
Dragonnel AoO: 1d20+13 = 23, 1d8+7 = 8dmg; hit
Dragonnel Snatch: 1d20+17 = 18, fumble
Dragonnel Reflex: 15, saves - dazzled 2 rounds
Health and Tracked Conditions:
Selena:
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds (rnd 1)
- Inspire courage
Shwarto: (30 / 30)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Twikli: (15 / 15)
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- Inspire courage
Stígandrr: (38 / 38)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
- Divine Favor
- +1 to Ref
Waseem: (33 / 33)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Jaqu: (22 / 30)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Shakaro: (35 / 35)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Item / Ability Usage:
Selena: Inspire courage 1 rnd
Shwarto:
Twikli:
Stígandrr:
Waseem:
Jaqu:
Shakaro:
Spell Usage per day:
Selena: Summon Instrument,
Shwarto:
Twikli:
Stígandrr: divine favor (1pt)
Waseem: haste
Jaqu:
Shakaro: Shillelagh, burst of radiance,
25 dmg taken, dazzled til rnd 3 (dazzled: -1 att & percep, rnd 3)
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“So are you just going to stand there?”
“It’s not my turn yet.”
“Turn?”
“Yeah. Once everyone has a chance to do something we get another turn.”
“Sometimes this reality of yours really sucks.”
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"This can't fly, huh? Well, lets keep that for a real emergency"
I'm not quite sure where I am. My goal is to move 20 ft (coming out of stealth) and within 5 ft of cover.
Shwarto throws a snowball at the monster. Hopefully he was sufficiently hidden to have surprise
Haste +1, Bard song +1
vs touch AC, cold. Fort save DC 16 or staggered for 1 round
Assuming he had successfully stealthed he does an additional
If he is within 5 ft of cover he will then take a swift action to hide himself. Not clear if I can stealth (does a swift action teleport count as movement?). If he can:
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The dragonnel wildly attacks everything near it. Starting with Jaqu, it snaps its long beak at the eidolon, just missing it . Next it rakes a claw at the townsperson blocking Shakaro's charge, striking him easily and silencing his screams. It easily grasps his limp body in its powerful claws . It then lashes out at Stig with its otherr claw, missing the large man.
moves back towards the door to the inn, now standing near Selena. The wayang casts Snowball and hurls it at the dragonnel striking it with the ball of ice and snow.
The remaining townspeople flee from the creature.
for - misses
plus if hits vs Jaqu CMD
for
plus if hits vs Bystander CMD
for - misses
plus if hits vs Stig CMD
Health and Tracked Conditions:
Selena:
- Inspire courage
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Shwarto: (30 / 30)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Twikli: (15 / 15)
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- Inspire courage
Stígandrr: (38 / 38)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
- Divine Favor (1 min, rnd 1)
- +1 to Ref
Waseem: (33 / 33)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Jaqu: (22 / 30)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Shakaro: (35 / 35)
- Hasted - 4/4 rounds
- Inspire courage
Item / Ability Usage:
Selena: Inspire courage 1 rnd
Shwarto:
Twikli:
Stígandrr:
Waseem:
Jaqu:
Shakaro:
Spell Usage per day:
Selena: Summon Instrument,
Shwarto: snowball
Twikli:
Stígandrr: divine favor (1pt)
Waseem: haste
Jaqu:
Shakaro: Shillelagh, burst of radiance,
Initiatives:
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Selena <---
Twikli
Stígandrr
Shakaro
Waseem
Jaqu
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Draggonel
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Shwarto
35 dmg taken, dazzled til rnd 3 (dazzled: -1 att & percep, rnd 3)
grappled, while holding bystander
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