Spot check 1d20+7= 13+7= 20
So, I made the spot check.
I have no knowledge skills in nature. :))
The gore covered thing makes a mewling sound as it looks up at its mother. It looks around with large bloodshot eyes. It then shuffles a few steps toward the cleric, then falls on its side and expires.
Bluff check dc 19
** spoiler omitted **((the shuffle was a 5 ft adjustment because I believe i still have a move equivalent left. Also my acid arrow from last round did an additional 5 points of damage this round and now its gone))
The creature stands nearly six feet tall. It has a long muscular tale and a mouth with fangs. It appears confused or dazed or simply just in shock.
((OOps sorry thought you just skipped ahead and did a post concerning what we had gone over in e-mail))
Sliding down the creatures gullet, Urdok briefly wonders why newborn children cry like they would like back INTO this environment. Invoking the ring that he had taken off of his dead head master's hand that fateful night, Urdok casts the most powerful spell in his repertoire. Small blades appear around him and begin to spin at a high rate of speed around his small compact form. Tearing and cutting through the creatures innards, Urdok's last thought before going unconscious is that he will at least take this foul creature with him.
((D6 per square surrounding, plus 1 per caster level, plus 3 for Warmage edge))
8d6 51=80
May the Fury of the storm wash away all the pain of our losses.
((D6 per square surrounding, plus 1 per caster level, plus 3 for Warmage edge))
8d6 51=80
The creature begins to run off. It has some food now, and is finding the last few seconds quite painful. With a bellow it turns back towards the jungle. Suddenly it squats awkwardly and it tries to scratch its wounded belly. More wounds appear, caused by bits of steel as a whirling ring of blades cuts through the critter from the inside. It shudders, then collapses in on itself. It's eyes glaze over and its tongue lolls through the huge teeth to fall onto the sand.
"Quick , cut the dwarf out before he is cooked."
Jaden runs to the dead beast, and trys to cut the belly open
As soon as he is free, let me to him!
"Butchering, dirty work."
Power attack, shift +6 to hit to damage.
first attack +7 to hit, +21 damage.
Rolled Critical 20. Damage rolled 4+21= 25 x2 = 50
second attack +2 to hit, +21 damage
Rolled 2, 4 to hit. Damage rolled 7+21= 28
-Was that enough to cut the dwarf out?
Urdok swung from the end of the whip, slowly feeling his life being strangled from him. "How could it end like this?" he wondered. Replaying the events of the night, Urdok tries to see where it went all wrong. Finding Traes Bashar standing over the dead body of his head master, was his first mistake. Before he could even register what he had found, Urdok had cast a fireball spell in the room, not only incinerating the wounded Traes, but destroying any evidence of what had happened. All that had survived the fire was his head master's ring, and the sword that Urdok pried from Traes crisped hands. Running to his room, Urdok had just enough time to grab his shield before the attack came.
All to soon Urdok found himself in the courtyard, his back to the old stone well. Binton Massif, and Colton Teare at his sides. Magister's trust, the group that the head master himself had appointed to find and destroy the group that was slowly taking over the school, was destroyed. All that was left were these three, all wounded, and bereft of spells.
Urdok looked to the sky, letting the rain patter against his face. Looking down he watched the play of the dark rivers of blood slowly make their way down his arm. During the brief flashes of light from the lightning in the sky, Urdok could see the groups of his one time school mates, now mindless drones, form ranks around them.
Then SHE appeared, so beautiful that it seemed she made her own light, all that Urdok remembered was her face as she slowly walked toward them. Urdok could not remember her words that she said then, but he can remember her laugh, cruel and callous. Then came the thunder of the charge of all of her thralls, Urdok's friends, companions, enemies. For a few brief moments Urdok struggles. His scimitar tearing through Du'chaillo's neck and sticking fast in Chase's hip. Unable to tear his scimitar free Urdok begin's to strike and punch at his enemies. Pushed against the side of the well, Urdok feels the old stone give away and the knot of people covering him all fall down the hole.
Suddenly Urdok is arrested in his flight by the spiked whip of Mistress Monique's chain whip. Slowly swinging back and forth, Urdok looks into that coldly beautiful face, as his life drains from him. Knowing he is about to die, Urdok uses his last trick. Pulling power from the Pear of Power he had secreted in the toe of his boot, Urdok places his hands together and attempts to cast a spell at her, as his last act of defiance. Dismay ripples through Urdok's being as the fact that he is being strangled and cannot speak the words of the spell impinge on his consciousness.
Suddenly the ring he had taken from his head master's corpse, flares briefly, and flames spring from Urdok's hands. Doing little damage, the fires set Mistress Monique's beautiful hair aflame. Dropping the whip, she screams as she tries to put it out. Urdok smiles as he watches the small patch of light disappear above him, her screams following him, until the impact with the water causes him to lose consciousness.
The creature stands nearly six feet tall. It has a long muscular tale and a mouth with fangs. It appears confused or dazed or simply just in shock.
"Mah? Wah?"
"..."
"Bah?"
When no one immediately makes an aggressive move Fang bares his fangs. It takes you a second, but it suddenly hits you that he's smiling.
He doesn't seem to notice that he's covered in slime and gore.
Jas opens the belly of the creature with the precision of a surgeon. A tree surgeon. The dwarf tumbles out along with vitral mucous of the the giant gullet. Teaglin rushes to the form of the dwarf preparing to be a conduit to the divine.
The creature stands nearly six feet tall. It has a long muscular tale and a mouth with fangs. It appears confused or dazed or simply just in shock."Mah? Wah?"
"..."
"Bah?"
When no one immediately makes an aggressive move Fang bares his fangs. It takes you a second, but it suddenly hits you that he's smiling.
He doesn't seem to notice that he's covered in slime and gore.
Waking from a nightmare like that, with strange hands upon him, Urdok lashed out at everything within reach. Punching, kicking, and even biting at whatever was near him, it takes a few seconds for him to realize that it is not that fateful night, and that these are friends helping him. With a sheepish grin, Urdok looks around for the comely lass that he had bravely stepped in front of and "protected" from the beast.
After seeing that the dwarf is in the care of the cleric.
Jas cleans the gore off himself in the sea.
Mutters to himself, "Here is blood from my enemy, I offer to the gods of the seas."
After this little ritual, Jas looks for a shovel, or a piece of wood to use as a shovel.
Jas returns to where he found the sword, and where he dropped Jaden's harpoon.
1-I want to return the loaned harpoon back to Jaden, but I don't want to forget where I found the sword.
2-Keep a wary eye on the creature that came out of the T-rex, if it doesn't attack me, I leave it alone.
3-I want to dig a little in the sand to see if any more equipment from the fighter who had this sword before is in the sand.
4-Return the harpoon to Jaden, "Thank you for the use of your fine harpoon."
5- Later, from the wreckage, I'm looking for armor, heavy crossbow, bolts, food, scabbard for the great sword, spears, clothes, standard gear, backpack, sunrods, tindertwigs, everburning torches, boots in no paticular order. I try things on, if it fits I keep it. If anyone objects, I say, "They are dead, they have no use for it."
6- After the I have my gear. Help the cleric bury the dead, I want to make sure the corpses can't be used to make undead.
Starting a fire and burning the corpses is acceptable also.
Is BBQ T-rex edible?
I start yelling out orders and/or suggestions for the survivors.
"It'll be a good idea to start a fire, it'll keep wild animals away."
"Let's start a funeral pyre for the dead."
"Take the clothes off the dead, we might need the fabric to make a new sail later."
"I think we can eat this giant lizard after we cook it some. Is anyone a butcher, or know how to cook?"
"Let's sort out the larger pieces of wood from the ship. Small pieces can go into the fire."
I start doing the work, if the survivors help, great. If not, so be it.
Hold, dwarf, hold! Calm yourself.
Are you okay? Do you require more healing?
I'm Teaglin, a traveling priest.
Jaden gives the lizard man, thinking of the blasted kobolt and the would be king of the mound. He walks toward the downed dwarf, helping the odd little man up.
"You seem an odd meal for the overgrown lizard. You seem to fair well with the craft, tho not outfit i would normally see on a dwarf."
to the lizard man
"You lizard, be you the kin of the beast or just the dinner. There is much death if you be here for a fight."
to the Captian (Trey}
"How did you fair captian, the ship will not be sea worthy, unless i can get her to a dock, but nothing around here will make do."
"I be feeling much better thankee, and, as you can tell since the fact tha' lizard tore my clothes up good, i been hurt much worse in the past." Urdok points at the horrible scars down his left arm through the tears in his silk shirt.
bluff: 1d20 3=20
(spoiler)using the action to cause you to look at his arm, Urdok moves to cover a horrible scar that looks as if he was hung with his cravat(/spoiler)
"So as I was saying me friends, welcome welcome. I be plenty glad ter make yer acquantance."
"I be feeling much better thankee, and, as you can tell since the fact tha' lizard tore my clothes up good, i been hurt much worse in the past." Urdok points at the horrible scars down his left arm through the tears in his silk shirt.
bluff: 1d20 3=20
"So as I was saying me friends, welcome welcome. I be plenty glad ter make yer acquantance."
"You lizard, be you the kin of the beast or just the dinner. There is much death if you be here for a fight."
Fang looks at you quizzically, it's pretty clear that he's understanding, maybe, every fifth word. His scaly brows furrow in intense concentration as he struggles to summon one of the seven Common words he can actually say...
"Friend?"
Cora overturns a crate and finds a tent. She and Jas continue searching the beach but find little worth mentioning. Eventually they decide they might have more luck on the Sea Wyvern. The ship itself is about 200 feet off they beach, visible in the darkness as little more than two large shapes. Jas is right the Sea Wyvern needs some real work. The corpses are soon put to rest. And yes the T-rex can be turned into a fair amount of meal.
Avner and the others comes to the party and stay close. The huge beast has shaken them. "I demand you to protect us! You were hired to get me to Farshore!" First Mate Amella stays close to him, sullen and lost with the ship off shore. Tavey stands at the end of the beach. The waves crash against his ankles as he silently stares at the ship where the statue of Char rests. Urol seems the least preturbed straying about picking up bits of seaweed, shells, and such. Avner does not let up, "You have made of this heroes! Now what are you going to do about it!"
"Well folks good thing ye got me." Rushing off to his base camp, Urdok returns and throws down a small bead. Suddenly a sphere appears, big enough for everyone to lay down inside. Inside the air is comfortably cool, much nicer than the balmy weather outside. There is also a cool ambient light. Those outside can only see an opaque surface, but those inside can see out with little difficulty.
((Leomunds Tiny Hut))
"Well that is a start!" Avner exclaims as he takes a large portion of the tent for himself and Thunderstrike.
Using the clothes, Jas slings the great sword and swims out to the ship.
As he is swimming, Jas wonders, "What does 'You have made of this heroes!' mean?" But decides, if he didn't like Avner before, Jas doesn't like him now.
I swim for the part of the ship that had the row boat on it, or the part that's easiest to get out of the water at.
-I'll post more actions after I get to the ship.
200/3=66.66 swim checks, lets say 67. Or 67 rounds of swimming.
6.7 minutes of swimming. Lets say 7 minutes.
-I'm assuming calm waters, DC 10.
-I have +8 to Swim.
1d20+8; [16,8] = (24)
1d20+8; [5,8] = (13)
1d20+8; [19,8] = (27)
1d20+8; [3,8] = (11)
1d20+8; [13,8] = (21)
1d20+8; [9,8] = (17)
1d20+8; [2,8] = (10)
1d20+8; [18,8] = (26)
1d20+8; [1,8] = (9)
1d20+8; [10,8] = (18)
1d20+8; [16,8] = (24)
1d20+8; [10,8] = (18)
1d20+8; [7,8] = (15)
1d20+8; [1,8] = (9)
1d20+8; [5,8] = (13)
1d20+8; [13,8] = (21)
1d20+8; [9,8] = (17)
1d20+8; [4,8] = (12)
1d20+8; [18,8] = (26)
1d20+8; [19,8] = (27)
1d20+8; [7,8] = (15)
1d20+8; [18,8] = (26)
1d20+8; [8,8] = (16)
1d20+8; [13,8] = (21)
1d20+8; [20,8] = (28)
1d20+8; [14,8] = (22)
1d20+8; [20,8] = (28)
1d20+8; [16,8] = (24)
1d20+8; [19,8] = (27)
1d20+8; [10,8] = (18)
1d20+8; [19,8] = (27)
1d20+8; [11,8] = (19)
1d20+8; [18,8] = (26)
1d20+8; [2,8] = (10)
1d20+8; [15,8] = (23)
1d20+8; [4,8] = (12)
1d20+8; [7,8] = (15)
1d20+8; [10,8] = (18)
1d20+8; [7,8] = (15)
1d20+8; [20,8] = (28)
1d20+8; [6,8] = (14)
1d20+8; [12,8] = (20)
1d20+8; [18,8] = (26)
1d20+8; [2,8] = (10)
1d20+8; [16,8] = (24)
1d20+8; [4,8] = (12)
1d20+8; [9,8] = (17)
1d20+8; [20,8] = (28)
1d20+8; [2,8] = (10)
1d20+8; [2,8] = (10)
1d20+8; [13,8] = (21)
1d20+8; [17,8] = (25)
1d20+8; [13,8] = (21)
1d20+8; [4,8] = (12)
1d20+8; [5,8] = (13)
1d20+8; [14,8] = (22)
1d20+8; [20,8] = (28)
1d20+8; [10,8] = (18)
1d20+8; [19,8] = (27)
1d20+8; [8,8] = (16)
1d20+8; [12,8] = (20)
1d20+8; [13,8] = (21)
1d20+8; [18,8] = (26)
1d20+8; [15,8] = (23)
1d20+8; [16,8] = (24)
1d20+8; [5,8] = (13)
1d20+8; [19,8] = (27)
-I see some ones in there, does that mean I drown?
re-roll for the 2 ones, since failures mean I don't make head way
1d20+8 → [19,8] = (27)
1d20+8 → [17,8] = (25)
-So, it takes me 7 minutes to get to the ship, unless the 1's mean I drown. Also, let me know if I have to re-roll for the 2's also, if the DC is higher than 10.
I'll help Jas salvage from the ship, wait here for us and keep the fire going.
Fang will take a dip in the ocean to wash off the blood and gore. You can tell that the salt water stings as it fills his many open wounds, but you're not sure that he understands the connection between the salt and the pain. After a short swim he comes back onto the beach. At that point he follows people around with a look of curious bemusement, not so close as to cause offense, more like a puppy dog... When the magical hut goes up he's very shocked and retreats to the edge of camp for a few minutes before cautiously returning.
Urdok pulls up a log from inside the magical dome and sits down and lights his pipe. Puffing contentedly he randomly yells some advice out to Jas on the most apropriate swimming strokes and other things he knows absolutely nothing about, just as many a person does when watching any event.
"Master, errr Teaglin was it? Since you and yer god helped me out of a tight spot, and I seem to not only find myself between gods, but in a bit of a 'extraplanar' quandary meself, I was a-wonderin iffin you would take the time to explain wha' you and yer almighty one are all about. I might even be interested."
Using the clothes, Jas slings the great sword and swims out to the ship.
As he is swimming, Jas wonders, "What does 'You have made of this heroes!' mean?"
I swim for the part of the ship that had the row boat on it, or the part that's easiest to get out of the water at.-I'll post more actions after I get to the ship.
200/3=66.66 swim checks, lets say 67. Or 67 rounds of swimming.
6.7 minutes of swimming. Lets say 7 minutes.
-I'm assuming calm waters, DC 10.
The waters are not calm, but the 40 foot waves of the shipwreck night are gone. Still the water is shallow enough that you can occasionally walk. You consider this a good thing when a huge silvery shape passes. It stays to the deeper water though as the fish is nearly four feet tall. As it circles Jas and later Teaglin you realize it must be close to thirty feet long. spot check DC 15
Yes, the name is Teaglin. My god is called the Whirling Fury and she is sworn to fight the forces of Evil. I am charged with seaking out and destroying any extraplanar evil being I can. When I return from the ship, we can discuss this in greater detail.
"Well master Avner, since ye seem ter be the only true gentleman in the group, how did ye and yer friends end up findin' yerselves on this hunk o' rock?"
"Well master Avner, since ye seem ter be the only true gentleman in the group, how did ye and yer friends end up findin' yerselves on this hunk o' rock?"
"Friends?! Friends?" Avner is nearly spitting the words. Amela though for different reasons seems to agree the nobleman is not a friend. "This chewed-on excuse of adventureres sank my boat! I am on the way to finishing the biggest deal in my presitigious family's career and these sorry bunch of people crashed my boat! I demand to be taken to Farshore and I demand it now!" The tirade continues for a short while though mention of the colony perks the attention of the naturalist gnome. He quickly tries to confer with Amela and gets snapped at for his troubles.
" I did tell you to shut up little man" Jaden yells to the big mouth man with the horse
Jadem helps the other's find what supplies washed up on shore.
Jaden wonders what would have happend if he stayed ran the mills him self.
Surprised enough to let his jaw drop, Urdok tries to calm Avner. "Now now, such a great group of fellows wouldnaw puttcha on the beach meaningfully. Just think of all the work they went through ter save a dwarf they dinna know nothin about. Plus think about it me friend, ye have everything a fella could want right here, Adventure (Urdok waves towards the giant lizard), Romance (Urdok tips his hat at Cora), and good companionship (un-abashedly pointing his thumb at himself). I wouldnt want ter return to civilization for anything. All ya find there is disappointment and shame."
The usually bright and cheerful dwarf then lets out a drawn out melancholy sigh, and stares out into the ocean puffing on his pipe.
Fang seems (though the lizardman's expressions are a little hard to read) distressed by the arguing, and so while Avner is ranting and raving Fang comes up behind him and gives him big hug.
"Friend..."
Urdok drops his pipe, and quickly bites back and oath as he burns his hand picking it up. Smiling sheepishly at Cora, he once again tips his hat towards her, this time in respect.
Spot Check on the things in the water 1d20=20 +7 on spot.
ooc, wow, I didn't expect to get a 20 again.
"Healer, I glad you decided to go to the ship with me. Tell me more about this Whirling Fury of yours. I don't recall hearing of her before."
After listening to Teaglin.
"Can you heal a broken ship?"
"Can you create food and water? I've seen other clerics do that before. If you can not, we may have to go inland for water and food."
As we get closer, "I want to look for survivors first. Tend to the wounded. I have helped to build a ship before, if her keel is broken, then we are done for. If her keel is still sound, we might be able to salvage the Wyvern. I wonder if any of the trees in that jungle will be useful."
ooc, How long will taking a 20 to search the ship for survivors take?
Help Teaglin get the long boat into the water, and send him off.
"Yes, go get the others, more eyes and hands will help."
How long will taking 20 to evaluate the ship take? I have +4 to ship building Craft.
Are we at high tide or low tide? If it's low tide, when it is high tide I want to pull the ship closer to shore.
I've lost my sense of time, what time of day is it now?
After that, I start searching the ship for useful mundane items, might as well take 20 on that also.
I'm looking for armor, heavy crossbow, bolts, food, scabbard for the great sword, spears, clothes, standard gear, backpack, sunrods, tindertwigs, everburning torches, boots, lanterns, oil, tools.
Jas and Teaglin's assessment of the ship is not good. It might be repaired in a month's time if it could be drydocked and a full crew of shipbuilders were available. The Sea Wyvern will not sail again anytime soon.
No more survivors are found aboard either. Those large eels seem to have scoured the hold through the enourmous hole and the deck is wiped clean. The longboats are no where to be found, though the splintered blade of one oar sticks out of the broken mast. Whether it was the wind or some other force that drove it into the wood can not be determined.
Fortunately some of the dry goods that were meant to supply the colony of Farshore remain intact. After only a couple of hours of searching the two come up with a number of items including 30 pounds of food, 20 pounds of feed, a masterwork heavy crossbow, 4 pints of lamp oil, two cases of crossbow bolts (20 total) 100 feet of hemp rope, 3 waterskins, a small wooden case with 2 potions of cure moderate wounds a watertight scroll tube, and an explorer's outfit. About an hour before sunset they have managed create some small rafts and lash all the gear together.
Avner breaks free of the lizardman's grip. The look on his face is one--if the rumours of his womanizing are not exagerated--one he must have seen many a time: humiliation and helplessness. He stomps into the tent muttering commands to be taken to Farshore and the witless help that vandeboren woman hired.
Urol takes this moment to approach the party. He has spent the afternoon exploring the tidal fauna and the jungle flora. "I think I have it Captain Mainsail. We are on the northeast side fo the island. If we head south," he draws a line in the sand ending in a pile of seashells he has just dropped, "we can cross these small mountains to the bay on the other side. Following the coast from there we should reach the Village of Tanaroa in about eight days." Here he points to a coconut shell, the first of seven he has lined up. A piece of seaweed seperates these from a shiny Sasserine coin. "See? Farshore!"
It is clear that he is excited at his newfound usefulness. The giddiness is nearly contagious.
Knowledge geopgraphy check DC 15:
Urol, are you sure? We're that close? That's not so bad, we should get everything ready to depart first thing in the morning.
Has anyone been able to talk to the lizard?
Avner breaks free of the lizardman's grip.
"Friend?"
Fang shrugs and sits down out of the way, but still within the camp, presumably waiting for something else exciting to happen.
Urdok adds Draconic to the list of languages Cora is using.
"You lizard, be you the kin of the beast or just the dinner. There is much death if you be here for a fight."
Fang looks at you quizzically, it's pretty clear that he's understanding, maybe, every fifth word. His scaly brows furrow in intense concentration as he struggles to summon one of the seven Common words he can actually say...
"Friend?"
Cora ambles over and sits down by the Lizard. Then tries to introduce herself using each of the languages she knows.
Halfling, Elven, Dwarven, Orc, and Common.
As you work through Common it's obvious that there's some spark of understanding. Particularly when you phrase questions very simply and avoid the convoluted construction of the very first question posed to him (see above).
Urdok adds Draconic to the list of languages Cora is using.
Draconic seems to work even better than common, but not by as much as you would expect. It's clear that Fang is 5 polyhedrons short of a set regardless of the language you're using.