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Hey guys, I'm back from my vacation. Sadly, some real-world-issues force me to withdraw time from fun-activities to get back into my old job or to apply for a new one. If I can help you to go on with the campaign in any way, please let me know via PM. I am very sorry that I have to end all my pbp-activities at once in this way, but it helps me a lot attending my current problems. It was a very entertaining time - thank you all. Tim
After the death of the horrible predator, the titanic Eldertree stands before the group in all of his massive majesty. Somewhere on this tree, the Elderwood Moss must grow and with it a part of Falcon's Hollow's salvation.
Ondir gets the impression that Crimson is not that friendly towards him and his newfound allies. (unfriendly) Ask her yourself. Now leave me alone.
I still like it! I especially like your creative out-of-the-box roleplaying. Makes DMing easier and a lot more fun. Considering the length of Ondir's posts, I can't believe that he completely lost interest. As far as I know, you guys know him personally. Maybe you want to ask him if he still likes to play?
Chaulky is a pretty young woman, that's for sure. It surely depends only on personal taste, if one likes her better than Riff. Chaulky always takes her meals with the officers as she has to try the captain's food (and "help" him get rid of the calories in the night). Riff finds the young cabin girl singing with a bunch of crew-members. They give a pretty ramshackle version of a ambigious song about a young man that went to sea and "learned to love the company of men".
I'm back. So if you want to continue this, I'm at your service.
The poison taster is "Caulky" Tarroon, the captain's cabin girl. ...
Ambrose gives a tired smile at Antal's remark. We better do the meals well, lad. Else we get much closer to the whip than we might hope for. This ship is a hell of a place, be warned. It eats your soul. None of it is even close to the heroic tales the tell in the harbor-taverns and Besmara-temples. Life is a pitiful lot on the Wormwood if you are not on the top of the heap and the both of us certainly aren't. Then he pets Bezebel's belly making the black chicken give comfortable sounds. ... Jack seems not that eager to befriend Antal: [b]Sorry man. I know you mean to be friends and that is all good. But being friends with the likes of you doesn't seem to be a good idea on this ship as long as Plugg and Scourge make the rules here. Sorry.[b]
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The man obviously doesn't take Andros` lesson and offer kindly: And you better p1ss off. You scare away customers. So vanish or I tear your eyes out and stuff them back into your a55 so you can take a look at all the sh1t you do.
The half-elf Illya works for the Stick at a place called the "Ebony Arc". This is common knowledge in Firelight. In front of the Arc, a muscled man in colorful garb keeps on kicking at a huddled woman in front of him. Perception DC 12: "You won't tell anyone anything, you hear me? Else we kill you right here in the gutter for that is where trash like you belongs! And now get up and serve the customers."
The green "snake" darts forward and takes a bite at Ki: Atk: damage: ...and after that, a big fist flies in from the side and Gounar breaks several of the beast's bones, leaving it heavily wounded.
Wracked in pain, the green-scaled monster recoils from Ki and forgoes its attempt to grab him with his muscular snake-like body.
With a loud hiss, a big serpentine creatures darts from the branches above. Hanging suspended on the lower branches of the Eldertree, it bites at you.
No response from Gounar since Nov 10. Is everyone okay with a replacement?
Sandara seems a little sad about Ondir's request, or more specifically her inability to help: Oh I wish I could help. But my magic is by far not strong enough to cure diseases. I think I can help with the weakness tomorrow. I will ask the Pirate Queen for some strengthening magic. I suggest rest, hot drinks and a lot of sleep. Sad tough that all of this is a bit scarce on this ship. Next day's weather will clearly be a powerful storm, as Ondir can tell from the heavy black clouds on the horizon and the nervous demeanor of the fish-swarms in the clear blue water.
Sandara Quinn: Female human cleric of Besmara 3 CG Medium humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +2 DEFENSE AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex) hp 20 (3d8+3) Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5 OFFENSE Speed 30 ft. Melee mwk rapier +4 (1d6+1/18–20) Ranged heavy crossbow +3 (1d10/19–20) Special Attacks channel positive energy 5/day (DC 13, 2d6), surge (+5) Domain Spell-Like Abilities (CL 3rd; concentration +5) 5/day—copycat (3 rounds) Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 3rd; concentration +5) 2nd—instant armor* (DC 14), slipstream*D, summon monster II 1st—command (DC 13), doom (DC 13), inflict light wounds (DC 13), obscuring mistD 0 (at will)—bleed (DC 12), create water, purify food and drink, stabilize D Domain spell; Domains Trickery, Water (Oceans subdomain*) * See the Advanced Player’s Guide. STATISTICS Str 13, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 14 Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 14 Feats Athletic, Combat Reflexes, Scribe Scroll Skills Appraise +4, Bluff +6, Climb +3, Heal +6, Knowledge (religion) +4, Profession (sailor) +8, Stealth +5, Swim +4 Languages Common Combat Gear scrolls of cure light wounds (2), scroll of cure moderate wounds; Other Gear heavy crossbow with 20 bolts, dagger, masterwork rapier, Besmara’s tricorne (see page 58), clay pipes (3), ebony holy symbol of Besmara, pouch of Old Deep Rum-soaked pipe tobacco, tindertwigs (10); Locker 35 gp
Yes! Yesyesyes YESSSS! I am good at hiding!!! Won't tell anyone, promise! The goblin nods as if his life depended on it (maybe it even does) and slowly moves away, an unsure smile on his face and sweat on his forehead.
I CAN'T DO THAT! If I help you and you lose, I will be killed! No, please, let me just go! Please!!!
Riff
Antal Tam seems to buy it. No, it ain't yers. Git yer dirty hands of it, I say. With these words, the ugly dwarf just pushes Antal away from the locker. Next time I'll chop your greedy hands off!
Antal Antal can easily determine, which locker belongs to that nasty dwarf Tam Tate. With a routinely twist of his hand, the halfing opens the poor lock of the locker as if there was no lock at all.
Unfortunately, right at the moment, Antal stretches his greedy hands into Tam's locker, the dwarf himself turns around a corner. What are you doing with my locker?! And then, he draws a sap and takes a threatening pose.
Nononononono!!! You don't know these Darguun-badasses! They WILL find you, it will just take longer... insight DC 13: The goblin clearly believes this. He is pretty afraid of the Darguun-sellswords.
I don't know where he is. But I'm sure the mercenaries know how to contact him. The ambush-site would have been chosen depending on my spying-information. They are sellblades from Darguun, those. By the way, if I don't return, they start seeking me and try to get you without my aid.
Ondir
Kith&Riff
Antal
It seems that the goblin doesn't want to push his luck and risk that you might really get violent. Yes, no need to get hostile! Yes! I was sent after Meekin, because the Stick heard that he planned something. But the tavern-room was quite a loud mess, so I didn't understand much. Then, the goblin falls into a whisper: The Stick also hired some mercernaries to ambush anyone Meekin might sent out. I have to tell them, that you are the ones, else they kill me. But I can delay it somewhat to give you an advantage, okay? Maybe you will ambush them? So you let go of me now, yes? The goblin looks at you with big, begging eyes. He actually looks surprisingly cute.
An expression of fear is visible on the goblin's face. He seems to be more and more willing to tell who sent him.
The captured goblin falls into a whisper. Good to hear this. See, I actually might really be willing to tell you something...
The goblin suddenly seems more cooperative: Hey, hey, hey! Come on, we are reasonable people, yes? We can talk civilized about everything, right?
The goblin lifts an eyebrow. Oh, come on, Moooooom, don't tell me THAT old fairy tale again... We goblins have INVENTED lying, so you have to do a lot better than that.
Truly impressive speed. To my mind, the usual one-post-per-day guideline even seems pretty much.
As Andros drags the Goblin outside, he clearly senses that hairy spy's fear. With a little effort, a group of determined interrogators could surely get information out of him.
What is a skill challenge?:
A skill challenge represents a special kind of non-combat encounter. It presents you with an obstacle that could be nearly anything like navigating through a dense jungle, trying to organize a sieged city's defenses or, in this case, make a captured goblin speak.
Everyone can contribute in some way. Just name a skill and describe how you want to put it to use in the described scenario. For example, someone could try diplomacy to offer the goblin his freedom if he spills the beans. Even skills that aren't directly connected to the scenario could be used, but it takes a little creativity: If one wants to use e.g. Athletics in this context, he could just state, that he wants to show his great strength to the prisoner, thereby intimidating by sheer physical power. But be warned - those exotic uses are almost always quite difficult. On level 1, such a use would be against a DC of 20, for example. You can even just name a skill and the DM tells you, what you could do with it. Or you can state what you want to do and the DM tells you, which skill to use. In each skill challenge, you have to gather a specific number of successes before you accumulate to many failures. In this skill challenge, you have to collect 4 successes before 2 failures. If you succeed at a skill challenge, the following adventure part will become considerably easier. If you fail, you might get a disadvantage, but it will almost never be a showstopper. To give an example, Hans will try a quite obvious skill in the next post.
As this is my first real try at pbp I am quite amazed how long it takes for an adventure to proceed. Our progress so far would be... don't really know... 6 hours of table-gaming?!
Andros catches up to that hooded spy just at the right time. As the little eavesdropper notices, he tries to get out of the window.
But Andros is faster and grabs the short one. Under the hood, he notices a furry, sand-yellow face that looks somewhat like a monkey - a goblin! The bartender looks angrily at the two and shouts: Hey there! No quarrels! You'll pay everything you break!
The turtle-soup is rather thin in the evening, containing by far not enough turtle. Antal is pretty sure, that the punishment for this watery soup will be another day in the bilges hunting rats. It is a rather pitiful sight, seeing Ambrose on the floor, covered in some shards of a jar he broke as he slipped on his own "pavement pizza". Now his redded eyes are awkwardly twisted and saliva or worse runs out of his snoring mouth. Bezebel sits on him and turns the misery into a fortune by picking up the firm parts of Ambrose's puke. As Antal enters, the chicken says: Wooooaaaalk! as if nothing has happened. Grok is obviously delighted to see Antal. Yeah, five gold. Ask me if you need anything. Concerning the size of the hotbox, Riffelan and Kithranna have no other choice as sitting on each other. What's arousing at first, turns into a stinking, sweaty affair soon after.
Have fun, you too!" Mr. Scourge says as he locks the box from the outside. Riffelan:
You clearly feel that a heavy storm is going to build. That clearly will reduce your punishment to aching limbs and problems with problems with excrements.
The other riggers are Samms Toppins, the former fisher-woman who never wears shoes, "Ratline" Rattsberger, a halfling with only seven fingers, Maheem, the big unfriendly Rahadoumi, Syl Lonegan, a close-mouthed but angry-faced woman and Tam Tate, the sadistical dwarf that likes to act as Master Scourges minion. As for the rigger-tasks, the upcoming winds and rain make it more difficult (-2).
Owlbear answers a bit too loud for Valen to feel comfortable, as curious faces turn to them for a moment. I like you and this little man to be boss here!
Considering the height of this massive tree, the bodies hang very low at about 40 ft.. As Kestrel nears the mighty trunk of the Eldertree... Perception DC 23: A green-scaled, snake-like draconic beast slithers down to you, ready to attack.
There are no magical auras on or around the tree.
Does anybody of you have any further questions I can answer? Else I would go and try to catch some sleep... Meekin obviously hasn't slept much in the last days. Maybe Famicas disappearance is just too much for him. Perception DC 15: A hooded stranger of the size of a halfling has obviously eavesdropped on Meekin and you from a nearby table. It seems that he has heard enough. He stands up, pays his bill and tries to walk out the door without drawing too much attention.
The bodies are obviously of three medium-sized Humanoids. They hang between the branches as if some sort of beast put them there for later use. No vines or webs seem to bind them. But the rest of the tree is just so huge that it is nearly impossible to tell, what threat might have put the three people there.
That is my opinion too. You can just list the powers by name. No one expects you to give a powers details of course.
The pirate-flunkies spend a moment searching for Antal, but to no avail... Who would have thought that the halfling hid unter that loose floor-board in the space between the floor of this deck and the ceiling under it? Some minutes later, Antal tries to bluff his pursuers by pretending drunkenness...
Kestrel and Ki clearly spot a patch of fine Moss growing around the trunk of the tree, quite easily accessible with a climb. But... Both of them also spot three possibly dead bodies hanging between the branches of the tree...
Meekin seems delighted. Yes! Welcome! Hello! He offers Lani a meal and summarizes all shared information so far. It seems you will be a colorful bunch! I am very confident that Famica will be in good hands!
Isn't much of a problem in Eberron I think.
Antal notices three crew-members with a jug of rum sneaking up on his sleeping-place...
... Owlbear gives one of his moron-smiles on Valens nice words. U wanna crab? Yummy! Caution! Always bite through first, else might pinch mouth! Owlbear always shares crabs with friends! Owlbear likes being friends!
As you send the hobgoblin away on the summoned horse, he showers you with false-faced thanks for minutes until he is finally out of hearing-range. As you continue your journey, the dense trees and thick brush of the forest give way after a few hours, parting seemingly in respect for the titanic darkwood tree that dominates a clearing right before you. Several times taller than a temple minaret, in one direction the obviously ancient
Yes, yes, yes! I know this girl! Nice one! Nice one! Works in the Honeypot. Be careful with her, okay? Threaten her if you must but don't harm her. Meekin stops for a moment and seems to think. Wait! Ah... I'm soooo forgetful! We are not complete yet! Let's wait over dinner and hope that this gnome-girl shows up. Meekin yells over to a waiter: Bring us a big pot of your daily meal and enough plates for my friends here! As he has made his order, he turns around again: Let's not be naive about his one: As far as I know the Stick, you won't be able to rescue Famica without violence. So maybe you talk now about what your abilities and specialties are to improve your teamwork later on, yes? I hope everyone has a sufficient amount of combat equipment, yes?
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