Tales from the City of Opal
Game Master Patrick Curtin

Citlali quietlt watches the exchanges, keeping a sharp eye on the half orc.

Kraken takes a hit from Felicia, but continues to try and escape. He gets to the edge of the grease and begins heading for the aft doors.

Actions??

"Fine. You want my help?"

Vilya moves from her corner to intercept the half-orc, aiming a vicious sideways chop at Kraken's lower spine.

Move action, then single attack.

Machete: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26; confirm critical: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17; damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8

Kraken collapses as Vilya's blade slashes him

he has a bunch of non-lethal, so I'll assume he has just gone unconscious and isn't bleeding out

Egan turns his bow to the escaping half orc, but holds his shot when he sees Vilya take him down.

"Now that's how it's done."

Magnus claps slowly as he exits the cabin.

His smile is indecipherable.

"Shall we see where he was in such a hurry to get to?" he suggests casually.

He WAS trying to get to the cabin/doors that were NOT exploring, correct?

Magnus claps slowly as he exits the cabin.

His smile is indecipherable.

Vilya sticks her tongue out at Magnus behind his back.

MAgnus grins, undoubtedly thinking he knows what is going on behind him.

He approaches the doorway to the other cabin.

"Well now, let us see where he was in such a hurry to get to, shall we?" He says, indicating the doorway.

Wow, Deja' vu?

Two doors sit secured in the stern part of the boat. Three small stairways lead up to a sterncastle deck. The foremast is there, its sail hanging limply.

The daylight has finally faded. Those without augmented vision suffer, as Arcaia's main moon Selene has yet to rise. Its smaller sister Agni is in the sky, but the crescent reddish moon casts a very wan light that doesn't illuminate much.

I assume you tie up Kraken again? Also, north door or south door?

"Why don't we see what our friend here was so eager to get to get to." I think we want the door Kraken was trying to get in.

"Agreed."
Could we tell which door he was trying to get to? Or if he was headed for the stairs? If not, I guess we'll start with the North door. Just to have a starting place :)

"This worked before,..." Magnus murmurs, standing well to the side of the door as the others get into position. When ready, he gently wiggles the handle to see if it's locked. If not, he nods and pulls it open,...

It looks as if he was headed for the middle stairs, which lead further down into the ship

The southernmost door shows signs of damage. It is shut, but looks like someone took an axe to it. Streaks of blood spatter the splintered oak surface. Magnus pulls it open gently. It squeals, and opens outward.

Inside, a dried blood-caked battleaxe is embedded in the side of the ship. Beyond is a spacious cabin. The room is dark, but several pieces of furniture can be seen. A large mahogany desk, A spacious bunk, an oaken sea chest, and a large wardrobe are evident.

Magnus eyes the room with pursed lips, his elvish eyes making the most of the available light.

Per: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Lol! ;P

He smirks at the axe in the wall.

"Nice touch. Not spooky at all."

"See anything shiny?"

San follows Magnus, begins looking through the room quickly, also using detect magic to supplement his eyes.

perception 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Kessel casts light on an arrow and follows behind, ready to fire the arrow in the room should the group need light in a hurry.

San follows Magnus, begins looking through the room quickly, also using detect magic to supplement his eyes.

perception 1d20+11

San:

Izkrael keeps an eye on Kraken,and the general area, rather than overcrowd the cabin.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Man you all are a bunch of unobservant mofos! ;)

Izkrael is suddenly fascinated by the small bioluminescent squid that surround the ship in a dancing ethereal blue glow as the night deepens

Magnus clips his head on a low-lying ship's beam

"OW!"

Magnus steps back, his left hand immediately aglow with mystic energy.

"You all saw that! The ship attacked me first!" He declares haughtily.

"OW!"

Magnus steps back, his left hand immediately aglow with mystic energy.

"You all saw that! The ship attacked me first!" He declares haughtily.

"Well, aren't you going to bravely fight back?"

"Lots of interesting stuff in here. Some of these furnishings could bring a pretty penny, I think. Well, we'd need to get that blood stain out of the rug, next to the desk there, first. And there's a dried trail of blood leading from the dried pool to the door.

"Magnus or Kessel - the parchments and navigation tools on the desk, why don't you check 'em out and see what they say? I wanna check out this chest and wardrobe here."

San moves towards the chest, only to hold up. "Hey Vilya, why don't you do a once-over on the chest here. Make sure nothings waiting to make our day a bad one, you know?" He'll move to the wardrobe, and slowly open it, looking to see what it is that gives off the magical aura.

"Anyone got a light? I can't see in the dark like you people."

"Lots of interesting stuff in here. Some of these furnishings could bring a pretty penny, I think. Well, we'd need to get that blood stain out of the rug, next to the desk there, first. And there's a dried trail of blood leading from the dried pool to the door.

"Magnus or Kessel - the parchments and navigation tools on the desk, why don't you check 'em out and see what they say? I wanna check out this chest and wardrobe here."

San moves towards the chest, only to hold up. "Hey Vilya, why don't you do a once-over on the chest here. Make sure nothings waiting to make our day a bad one, you know?" He'll move to the wardrobe, and slowly open it, looking to see what it is that gives off the magical aura.

San:

Kessel fires his arrow into the room

"That should shed a little light on the matter."

Egan and whisperwing continue to keep watch on the surrounding waters, and the deck of the ship.

1d20 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23 Perception

Kessel fires his arrow into the room

"That should shed a little light on the matter."

"Ah, yes. Much better!" Magnus says cheerfully. (Pointedly not responding to Vilya's comment.)

San pulls the cloak from the wardrobe, and tucks it in his pack. "Magic. We'll check it out later to see what it is. Good news is this entire wardrobe also radiates magic. Like I said, I think once we figure out what's going on here, we'll have a nice payday."

Turning to Vilya, he says, "So, shifty, find anything on that chest? Or can we go ahead and open it?"

Egan and whisperwing continue to keep watch on the surrounding waters, and the deck of the ship.

1d20+20 Perception

Egan:

Vilya moves to examine the chest.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Vilya moves to examine the chest.

Perception: 1d20 + 4

Vilya examines the chest thouroughly, her dark eyes narrowed.

It is a heavy oaken chest, bound in heavy brass straps firmly rivited to the well-polished wood. It is locked tight

Citlali also stands on the deck, intently observing the ship for any telltale signs of odd activity.

Perception (sight/touch/smell)1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 Sound=Autofail

Vilya examines the chest thouroughly, her dark eyes narrowed.

It is a heavy oaken chest, bound in heavy brass straps firmly rivited to the well-polished wood. It is locked tight

"Watch and learn, kids."

Vilya's eyes flash solid black as her outline begins to blur, her fingers extending to needle-sharp points. Reality seems to bend slightly around the chest as she reaches inside the lock.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

The large lock opens with a smooth *click*.

Her eyes and hands returning to their normal appearance, Vilya peers inside the chest.

Citlali also stands on the deck, intently observing the ship for any telltale signs of odd activity.

Perception (sight/touch/smell)1d20+9 Sound=Autofail

Citlali :

Vilya grins and flips open the chest. Suddenly she feels as if every bone in her body is breaking. Her mouth fills with pain as her teeth creak and splinter. Pain lances up her spine and down the arms and legs.

Roll me a Fort save, O hasty Rogue!

Vilya grins and flips open the chest. Suddenly she feels as if every bone in her body is breaking. Her mouth fills with pain as her teeth creak and splinter. Pain lances up her spine and down the arms and legs.

Roll me a Fort save, O hasty Rogue!

Figured something like that was going to happen.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

LOL, Mazes and Monsters? Rilly? Tom Hank's shame?. Dude, I ain't running in no caverns with toy swords, forget it ;)

9d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4, 4, 6, 2, 2, 1, 6) = 34 Damage

Vilya also gains the >exhausted< condition for 9 minutes

The group sees Vilya scream and spasm in pain

LOL, Mazes and Monsters? Rilly? Tom Hank's shame?. Dude, I ain't running in no caverns with toy swords, forget it ;)

9d6 Damage

Vilya also gains the >exhausted< condition for 9 minutes

The group sees Vilya scream and spasm in pain

Down to -7 hp.

Fortitude save to stabilize: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

CLERIC!!

Vilya seizes, and then slumps to the ground in front of the chest.

"Damn! Citlali's on deck! Can anyone help Vilya while I go get her?" Without waiting for a response, San heads back up on deck to retrieve the oracle.

The stateroom is actually on the same level.

Those on deck hear the scream (except of course, Citlali) and see San running back out the door

"Ive got it" Felicia heads over and uses a cure light wand on her

Use magic device

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Cure light

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Ive got it" Felicia heads over and uses a cure light wand on her

Use magic device

1d20 + 6

Cure light

1d8 + 1

Felicia flubs the magical word/gesture combo and the wand fails to activate

Kessel steps into the room and casts Cure Light Wounds

1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Tempted as I am to loot the body," Kessel says wryly as Vilya's eyes flutter open.

"Ive got it" Felicia heads over and uses a cure light wand on her

"Perhaps you might let me handle that?" Kessel suggests, "I can make it work consistently."

"..........." A red faced Felicia hands over the wand

Kessel steps into the room and casts Cure Light Wounds

1d8+2

"Tempted as I am to loot the body," Kessel says wryly as Vilya's eyes flutter open.

Back up to 2 hp.

"You... wouldn't... dare... Mine."