I... actually kind of forgot this campaign was still a thing. I'm so disconnected now, I'm not sure I could get back in it. I'll just go ahead and bow out.
Have fun, everyone.
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"Whoa! Burn the bug!"
"Good idea," Arannis agrees, nodding.
As far as I understand, we're all ready to jump into the next leg of the adventure, waiting for the GM to tell us what we find.
Arannis sticks out his staff in the direction of the portal and shouts, "To joyous adventure!" Beaming with a brighter smile than ever, he sets forth on his new quest.
"We're already facing deadly peril on a daily basis, so what have we got to lose?" Arannis asks, smiling, with a surprising lack of sarcasm in his tone.
I'm going to be traveling out of state to visit family for the next week, starting by spending all day tomorrow driving. I'll probably find time to post here and there, but feel free to bot me if need be.
Hoping that the creature is almost defeated, Arannis switches to some less limited magic.
"Whoa! Big blue guy!" Arannis shouts in alarm. He then rushes forward and blasts it with fire.
Sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family.
Arannis rubs his head and looks around. "Um, what happened?"
Zzzzz....
"Zzzzzzzz...."
Arannis hits the ground with a thump.
"What's with the weird lines in the snow?" Arannis asks. "Eldritch runes? Snake tracks? Bored troll finger?"
"Agreed," Arannis says, nodding to Barl while glancing warily at Jack.
Arannis approaches the group, looking both shaken and embarrassed. "Um, hi. What'd I miss?"
Arannis stops, his breath coming in labored heaves as he recovers from his running and screaming. "Thank you, Tursk," he says. After a brief pause, he gets a slightly embarrassed expression and asks, "Was that magic? Please tell me it was magic. It was magic, right?"
"Aaaaaaaaa—" *deep breath* "—aaaahhhh!!!!"
"Aaaaiiiieeeee!!!" Arannis runs screaming out of the clearing, hands flailing over his head.
That's indeed quite a stretch. I mean, I can see the conclusion that she's probably not a normal human, being out in the cold and all. But to go from "might be a fey or supernatural" all the way to "definitely wants to kill us and I'm so certain of it that I'd better strike first" makes Jack (in-character) either ridiculously stupid, borderline evil, or both. Maybe that's what Jack's player was going for...?
"NO!" Arannis shrieks, darting toward the location of the girl with a look of alarm on his face. "Are you stupid, Jack?!" he growls, "You're fey-blooded yourself and you're ready to kill someone just for maybe being the same?!"
Seeing that his new companions seem to have a clear idea of what they want to do, Arannis waits patiently in place, smiling brightly. After seeing the child, he says, "Hey, a kid! Kids are great!"
Thanks for the math, Tursk. I'll probably buy a healer's kit. Don't have my book to check the price, so I'll update when I get home.
Is the 150gp from the Council being paid in advance, or upon completion?
Arannis pops up from his sitting position by the door, face adorned with his usual bright smile. "Certainly!" he says, hefting his staff with a little twirl. "I'll run and fetch everyone." He trots energetically away to find the others.
Cripes. Hope you and yours are okay.
When Arannis has finished looking around town, he goes to wait outside where the meeting is held, ready to act on whatever its resolution may be.
Having not visited Heldren before, the wandering Arannis takes the opportunity to see the sights and get to know the town as he waits for word of what might come next. When his sightseeing overlaps with Barl's tavern tales, he interjects a few embellishments here and there in favor of all the rescuers.
I'm guessing either Tursk or Arranis should take the scrolls since they can use them, right? With Arannis being a newcomer, it would make sense if the scroll was trusted to Tursk.
Arannis smiles. "Your compassion and devotion is admirable, all of you. As thanks for the rescue, I'd be happy to assist in both endeavors, regardless of the order in which they're done. However, you're all about as badly beaten as I am, some of you even more. You look exhausted as well. Wander out like this, and you'll neither defeat a troll nor get anyone home safely. I can see you're eager to do right by your companions, but throwing your lives away helps no one. I recommend resting for the night, then embarking in the morning."
"Stew?!" Arannis exclaims cheerily as he hefts his backpack and staff. "Sign me up!" The half-elf follows Barl toward the food, almost skipping with elation.
Arranis looks up from where he's been rummaging through boxes in search of his personal effects. "Wait, what?" he asks. "Portal? Is that something to do with how we were going to be sacrifices?"
Yeah, but I picture this character as an open sort of guy, not interested in hiding things. That clashes pretty hard with the Sarenrae thing, so I'd rather retcon the deity choice if possible.
Whoops, didn't think about that. What if I did Nethys instead? That would match my heavily-arcane list of domain spells. In fact, in retrospect, I don't remember why I didn't start with Nethys in the first place...
The half-elf nods. "I do indeed have some healing magic. My holy symbols and other gear should be here in the cellar's boxes somewhere..."
"Hello!" says the half-elf with a not entirely appropriate level of cheerfulness. "My name is Arranis. I'm a wandering cleric of Sarenrae, whose wanderings went a bit sour recently. Ah well, I knew I'd be rescued if I courageously just sat here and waited long enough. Looks like I was right! I'll let Miss Lady introduce herself." Arannis turns his smile to the Lady.
The half-elf raises his head when he sees you, smiling warmly through his gag as though to offer you a friendly greeting.
Somewhere in the dark...: Arannis begins calling out to what he's sure are his soon-to-be rescuers. "Hellooooooo! Down here! We're down here in the cellar!"
Meanwhile, somewhere in the dark...: Arannis looks up toward the cellar door above him, listening to the relative quiet following the commotion he heard, then smiles. "Hey, didja hear that Miss Lady?" he says to the collapsed woman. "Sounded like a fight. That means somebody stood up to the bandits; even if they lost, it sounded ferocious, so I'm sure there are fewer of them now than there were. That ought to help; we'll be outta here in no time!"
I'm guessing I'm tied up in another room. Would I be gagged as well? Trying to determine whether calling out after hearing the commotion of the battle would be "Is anyone there?" or "Grmmrph!" EDIT: Also, would I be at full health and such, since I've probably been here overnight and thus had a long rest?
Sweet. I think I'm all set,
Alright, here's Helen's replacement. I do have a request: would it be acceptable to have a quarterstaff (taken as a starter equipment option) with a holy symbol mounted on the end of it? For a casting-focused cleric, I like the mental image of walking around with a symbol-tipped staff that I point at the targets of my spells, and I don't think it'd affect action economy or anything compared to carrying a mace and having the usual symbol-on-a-necklace arrangement. Would that be acceptable? If not, I'll just keep the usual crossbow. EDIT: Oh, also, should I be leveling him up to 2nd?
I hate to say it, but I'm dropping out of this campaign. I'm having a lot of trouble trying to follow what's going on or figure out who's who. I hope the rest of you are able to have lots of fun. :)
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