F#~~ing s$@$ f@~*ing assballs this rollback sucks.
Recap:
Riza
Creature x5
Ace
Rosie
Riza smoked a b*%#& with her Pike, then closed to melee range while whipping out her swords.
Ace unleashed a Burning Hands at 3 of the mofos, but didn't roll damage. Two of them failed their saves, one passed.
They all dayed. Roll ya damage next time.
Rosie took a spear to the arm.
She didn't take too kindly to that neither.
Hory sheet.
Rosie straight up ganks one of the ugly mothers by choppin' it right in half and then kicking the bleeding pieces while they're down, the filthy bastiches.
Riza strikes with one of her shortswords and drops the last one of 'em like a baws.
Smoked Dead B%*!#es x 6
Everyone else
Combat over.
Peace out biznizzles.
The battle over, Kroop calls the crew together for a roll call.
As expected, Colin does not answer. He doesn't appear to be anywhere on the ship.
However, you DO find Conchobar, unconscious on the ground near the railing. Clutched in his hand is a holy symbol of Besmara, and Sandara is nowhere to be found.
It takes a while for Conchobar to be woken up, and when questioned he explains what happened.
"Those things -grindylows, if I recall- slipped over the railing and grabbed hold of Sandara with their tentacles, pulling her overboard. I tried to grab hold of her, but all I could get a grip on was her necklace. It held for a bit, but after a moment the chain ripped. I'm sorry everyone, I couldn't save her. I don't remember much after that, something conked me on the head pretty hard." he looks down at the floor, obviously devastated by this turn of events, as Rosie strokes his hair lovingly.
The day is beginning to lighten, the storm abating, as Conchobar tells his story. All looks well, until a loud *CRAAACK* resounds through the air, and the ship comes to a grinding halt, throwing most everyone to the ground or into a wall.
The crew look at each other and rush topside to have a look.
"Ah, S!+~." yells Rosie, who's looking over the starboard side of the boat.
"We hit a damned reef, guys, storm must've blown us over here. There's a biga%+ h&~% in the boat." she swears some more and kicks the railing.
The crew does some more examinations belowdecks.
After filling his flask from the well and finding a relatively safe place, Slickjaw begins scanning the horizon for boats as he runs his potions through the formula alembic.
After a while, Slickjaw spots a speck on the horizon.
A boat... Let's start a fire.
Slickjaw starts a low-smoke fire, shielding it from the sides so as not to be visible from the rest of the island. He then goes to hide somewhere nearby.
Kroop examines the hole.
"Well, we got good news, and we got bad news. Good news is, the ship's not gonna sink. Yet. Bad news is, it WILL sink eventually if we try to keep goin', even if we run the bilges all day and night. We gotta sit here and patch the ship, and it'll take a couple of days. Worse news is, that cracked barrel over there was the last of our water, and a bunch of our food has been soaked in seawater."
"We're also missing two of our crew members, and we're undermanned as it is. I'm not sure we can keep this ship running in tip-top with what we've got."
"So...I need volunteers. Some of us have to stay and patch up that hole, but we need someone to take the other jolly boat and head to the island to get some water. If you find any sign of Colin and Sandara, all's the better."
"Any volunteers?"
Cyrdic had been training belowdecks with Owlbear when the creatures attacked, and the two of them only realized that something was amiss when the boat lurched to a stop. Feeling horrible that he hadn't been around to save Sandara (or Colin), Cyrdic immediately volunteers to go onto the island.
Ace, wanting to stick with people he is more familiar with, goes with Cyrdic on the dinghy.
The two pile in the boat and shove off.
As they approach the island, they can tell there are not many safe places to land the boat, only two that they can see.
One appears to be an old, dilapidated fishing village. A smouldering fire burns near the coast.
The other, a nice beach with palm trees.
Slickjaw, still hiding, calls to them from the island.
"C'mere, ya buggers!"
Ace ponders for a minute, and declares "If we're going to get some water, I think the village has a chance of having a well, lets go there."
Let's just say all of them, it doesn't really matter a whole lot since you can't use any of them.
"Do you hear anything? Sounds like someone's shouting...anyways, I think you're right-we should definitely check the village out first. Even if they don't have water, maybe someone'll be there who can help us."
Cyrdic starts rowing the boat towards the village.
After about 15 minutes, the two reach the island.
And who do they find standing by the bonfire than...Slickjaw!
Both groan simultaneously, sure they were rid of the little green bastard walk up to him, and ask what happened.
He catches them up on the events of the previous few days, and explains the situation.
Upon inspecting the well, the newly reunited crew notice that it is almost dried up from years of neglect and Slickjaw's recent use, a bucket of water dropped into the well only comes up half full, and half of that is mud. They'll have to search elsewhere for water.
"What now? Head south, look for a river or spring or something? Maybe I could jury-rig a distillery..."
"go ahead, Ill go see if there is anything to eat, or anything that can help us on this island"
Ace goes around the village, looking for anything useful, while casting detect magic.
Ace finds jack diddly doodly besides mud and straw.
"Well, I guess we have to find some fresh water for the rest of the crew,
that or we can tell them to stay on the island for now, until we think of something."
"I agree. Let's get going."
The group heads forward onto the path away from the village. The ground soon becomes swampy, and the day becomes full of gloom.
After a while, the pathway slips suddenly into a large green bog. Remnants of an old wooden bridge cross the bog, but only short timber platforms on either side remain, leaving just the pilings jutting from the mud.
You notice that the tree canopy seems hick enough to support your weight if you can climb up there, and the wooden pilings left over from the bridge seems sturdy enough to leap on.
Alternatively, to the west the bog ends at a cliff. You could possibly climb up it and go the long way around.
"Lets go across, Allons-y!"
Ace leaps onto the first piling, but loses his balance and tumbles off into the bog.
As if they were waiting for such an event two frogs, each the size of a man, leap out of the muck!
They both shoot their tongues at Ace from a distance, and one latches on, pulling Ace towards him!
Frog 1 (20)
Frog 2 (19, has Ace)
Slickjaw downs a strength mutagen.
Ace
Frog 1
Frog 2 (Has Ace)
Slickjaw
Curdic
Ace strikes the flybreath with his scrimitar, while using shocking grasp, then goes in a second time.
He misses the second pass around.
Ace's spell fizzles, but he manages to strike the frog holding him on the nose, cutting a deep gash and sending blood flying everywhere.
Unfortunately, this just serves to piss the frogs off.
The first one chomps at Ace, and clamps its gummy maw onto his shoulder, crushing him slightly.
Even worse, the frog grappling with him yanks him closer, and then swallows him whole!
Frog 1: 15/15
Frog 2: 10/15
Moments before he quaffs his mutagen, Slickjaw sees Ace get swallered and calmly hops of the pillar and severely messes up the frog with his animal bane dagger.
Slickjaw hops down into the bog and slices the frog open, his dagger hungrily drinking its blood.
Ace tumbles out of the resultant gash, dirty and covered in blood, but with no further harm.
Cyrdic also hops down, and swings his mind blade at the remaining frog, felling it in a single blow.
The three continue through the swamp, hopping on pilings and wading through the muck.
After a while, you reach a clearing, where a huge tree stands tall, draped with some sort of huge tent covered in lurid faces, painted onto the canvas and bark, and both are decorated with humanoid body parts and carpets of swarming insects.
The air is foul here, a gagging stench permeating the entire area.
Ace casts detect magic to see if there could be magical danger about.
He detects nothing.
"I dont sense anything..."
"Hey, Slick, you can go invis, right? mind if you go and see what is in that shack?"