My XP is currently 1684/2000. Not quite level 2, since I'm a Specialty priest of Helm. Still, not bad.
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"Sid is right. If we don't take care to hide this place, we'll be vulnerable to ambush."
Davin presents his holy symbol and shouts, "Back, fiend!" ; fail
Don't forget 10% if you have the prime ability score(s). Don't worry. I have been.
Current XP: 430 / 2000
Davin backs off, leaving the fight in more capable hands.
"These things are a lot faster than they look." He then tries to smash the bug again.
Davin hurries over to Xune, raises his mace and brings it down on one of the bugs.
Davin follows well behind the others, knowing that the noise his armor makes is a liability.
"I have only one healing spell left for today. We could camp in here tonight, ambush anyone who arrives and question them. I can prepare three spells of healing in the morning. I could also magically trap the hidden door."
OK, everyone, please take note. Since Davin is proficient in herbalism and healing, all the PCs heal 1 hp per day even when on the road. With full bed rest you regain 3 hp. So anyone who was still hurt gained 1 hp. ********* Xune was at 3/6 HP before resting. She regained 1 HP from resting bringing her up to 4/6 HP. And Davin would cast Cure light wounds in the morning.
Okay, so Xune is back up to Max HP.
Well by way of comparison, I need 8,000. That's a lot of owlbears. ;-)
Slow post rate = slow encounter speed = slow xp accumulation. Oh, that's not the issue for me. Some games are a little slower. That's fine. I was just amused at the disparity of the XP we receive versus what we need to level up in 2e when compared to 3.5 or 5e.
I current have 392 out of 2,000 XP needed to level up. Man, it was a long road to level 2 back in 2nd edition.
After a long pause, Davin says, "It appears Master Beauregarde is part druid. Who would have guessed."
Davin draws his mace and braces himself for an attack.
Davin aids with the packing as well. And while he does so, he ponders the fate of the half-orc mercenary. He's not against taking her with them. But he could see how she could be uncomfortable with the idea. There was no guarantee they could keep her alive after all. In the end, he decides to trust Xune to figure it out. She hadn't steered him wrong before. He stops a moment and notices Xune's attempts to hide how much pain she was in. "I'll need to check your wounds before we bed down," he tells her. He then continues moving the supplies.
500 gp worth of supplies sounds like a lot of money, but really isn't when it's divvied up between a bunch of players. I think we're better off taking it with us to whatever homebase we end up establishing. We can then use it ourselves, or deliver it to Lord Morn as a gesture of good faith. I personally love a game with some politics and intrigue.
"...you're cute. You think I'm gonna lay down with all that to be plundered?" "Suppose not. Doesn't stop me from hoping though," the cleric says with a sigh.
Yikes. We had some nasty storms my way too but luckily no power lost. Yeah, the worst part was all the food in my fridge I had to throw out. Thankfully we were due for groceries so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Still sucked though. Oh and we might have covered this earlier, but I was wondering about how critical hits worked for this game.
Unsatisfied with the result, Davin clears his head and channels his god's healing light again.
"You'll need to be careful. Your wounds didn't quite heal over. You'll need some rest to fully recover," he tells his friend.
Davin hears Xune cry out and immediately rushes towards her. When he comes across her body he lays a hand on her wound, and chants to Helm. "Oh, Helm, bring healing light to your chosen!"
Sorry about my delay. I had almost no electricity over the weekend.
I'll second what Alyna said, and only add the self care is important. Take your time.
Yeah, my mace is slow as hell with a +7. I can cast spells faster than that.And Sid can cast spells faster than you, because his wizard spells are faster than your priest spells ;) Well, naturally, the human is worse at everything. ;-)
Yeah, my mace is slow as hell with a +7. I can cast spells faster than that.
Davin breathes a sigh of relief after he manages to deflect two sword charges with his shield. But he tenses as one of the men seems primed to slip behind him. He swings his mace wildly, hoping to stop him in a single hit.
Davin draws back his mace and lets it fall.
Davin follows along with Beau, his mace in hand, and a grim look on his face.
Davin nods. "Good enough for me."
Davin blinks several times at the blisteringly quick, yet somehow still melodic, stream of Elvish coming from Alyna. Thankfully, Xune, took pity on him enough to translate for him, and Davin once again resolved to ask her to help him learn her language. And once he was able to digest the plan itself, he nodded. It was a solid plan. "But can we be sure these people are Zhents? Can we spot any markings? Or maybe try to overhear them? I would hate to accidentally become a bandit. My god, Helm, is not known for his love of irony."
Davin considers Beau's words. "Perhaps it would be wiser to rest for the night, and leave first thing in the morning then. We are in no hurry. And my eyes aren't nearly as good as everyone else here."
"You could at least warn me before you go off like that," Davin tells Xune in an exasperated tone that she's ignored a hundred times before.
Once he hears of the plot to ambush the Zhents, Davin nods. "It sounds like a good plan. And it'll ease the suffering of the people here. It's a noble endeavor. But we'll need to find Mistress Nym, first. I don't like the idea of going in short one person." "I should also warn everyone that I can only magically heal once more this night. But I do know some herb lore and as such could provide more traditional healing."
Davin nodded at Xune. Clearly she wanted to help. "Are there any locals here in town who are involved with the Zhents? Anyone we should stay clear of? Or maybe take out quietly?"
Halgrin begins to sort through all the information presented by Lhaeo. Overthrowing a corrupt criminal force, restoring the rightful heir to power--perhaps this was the reason Helm wanted Xune protected. He turns to Xune, allowing her to take the initiative, and ultimately decide whether or not they follow up on this quest.
Davin nods to Sid. "Seems efficient and fair."
"Master Beauregarde, I suspect the Zhents will try to kill us regardless of whether or not we make a contract with the wyrmling. So perhaps it's best if we all simply cooperate with one another. The enemy of my enemy, and all that."
Huh. Just noticed that I wasn't seeing updates for this board. I never got a notification that any discussion was going on here. That's annoying. That happens to me sometimes to. Usually all I need to do is renew my login by going to "My account >> My Profile" at the top of the page. That usually fixes it for me.
Davin inspects the wagon and tries to identify it the wheel is something that could be replaced quickly.
Dwarvish:
"They get in the occasional lucky hit, maybe, but they can't really fight in any proper way. Just like dwarves can drink feywine, but wouldn't know how to appreciate a good vintage." "You underestimate a lot of different people. That's probably a bad idea." "I can wait out here with Master Beauregarde, while the rest of you hide then. If they are proper authorities, we can explain the bodies easily enough as self-defense. After all, these humans have Zhent markings. But if they want a fight, I would appreciate a rescue. Now go. Hide."
"Well now! That be fun! No one never told me them humans can fight! You, metal human! How many of the humans can fight like this?! Much different from goblins. Less noisy too!" Davin stared at the dwarf for a moment, before saying, "I have no idea if you're being serious or not. But to answer your question. Some can fight. Some can not." Davin then stopped to listen to the hooves getting closer. "We should hurry and hide."
"We can't out run enemies on horseback. We should hide in the overgrowth. Let them pass us by. If they spot us, fine. But there's no point in getting into a fight if we don't need to." Davin runs over to Xune who is stripping the dead Zhents of their valuables. Wordlessly, he takes a large empty sack from his backpack and helps her pack everything up.
I should point out that I really don't mind the elvish being thrown around. I was just being a sassy boy for comedic effect. In fact, it's given me an idea for roleplay. Maybe Davin is feeling left out and self-conscious, and maybe he'll even ask Xune to teach him the language. And were Forgotten Realms elves traditionally very tall? I know my 5e PHB says that elves basically top out at just over 6 feet, and 145 pounds--which basically makes them walking toothpicks to a 6 foot, 6 inch, 220 lb. human in full plate armor. But honestly it wouldn't surprise me much if that were the case. I love the Realms, I really do, but, boy, continuity means jack squat in that setting.
"I don't suppose someone would be willing to translate for the big, stupid human," Davin says with a sigh, after listening to all the exchanges in Elvish.
Davin watches the Zhents flee from the battle. When he is sure they will not simply turn back again. He makes a point to spot Xune, who seems to be unscathed. The others seem fine as well. He nods to himself and then turns his attention to the little dragon. He hopes it isn't hungry.
Yep, I'm cool with being Xune's steadfast protector. And I'm even okay with you having saved his life. I'll let you decide how. I assume that at the time neither of us thought we would see each other again. But then a few weeks later, Xune wakes up in a tavern room, with Davin a few feet from her, reading from a book. She is heavily bandaged but feels completely fine. She remembers getting in over her head, and manging to escape. But she was bleeding profusely, and barely conscious. She made it to some alleyway, and the last thing she remembered was some large man in plate armor. When she confronted Davin about it, he informed her that he found her nearly dead. He healed her and brought her to the tavern. "I believe Helm wants me to protect you," he tells her simply. When Xune scoffs and asks why, he says, "Because I have studied for years to be a Watcher of Helm. And I have prayed every single day that I would be an instrument of his divine justice. But before last night, I have never cast a single spell. I never had the gift. I do not know why, but Helm wants you alive. And until I hear otherwise, it is my sworn duty to keep you that way." Also, I don't think my character would give yours any grief about your choices. If you asked his opinion he would give it to you. But otherwise he lets you live. "I am sworn to be your shield. Not your father."
I'm also thrilled to have a thief in the party. It feels classic. By the way sorry for taking so long with my turn. Had a busy couple of days and just couldn't get a post up until now. That's not typical of me. I also had to learn about combat spellcasting. Also, seeing as how Watchers are all about being protectors, I was thinking it might be fun to share a backstory with someone. Basically I would be someone's sworn shield. Any takers?
Davin begins chanting to his god, Helm. His hands radiate with healing light, and he places his hand on Alyna's shoulder. "Helm, I beseech you to bind the wounds of this noble guardian."
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