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@Greycastle: Here's Baldrick - let me know if that looks okay:

Will be fun to run alongside you, 'Prax!

Looking forward to it!!

I might try to come up with something new, but as a backup, I have:

Baldrick, PFC, 4th Infantry: Dwarven Fighter*, level 1

(*at least, that's what he thinks - Baldrick's actually a wild-magic sorcerer. He just doesn't realize that he's the cause of all the weird stuff that happens when he's around.)

Thanks for everything, Aeshuura. Be sure to stay in touch, and let us know if you want to run more games.

Helping Halara to her feet, Jarprax 'helpfully' (roughly) hands the prisoners over to the city guard before boarding the ship. As with Shaldinari, he is not anxious to let the discs out of his sight again, regardless of any assurances from Mother Homwell.

Checking on various crew members, making sure they are not wounded and greeting old acquaintances, Jarprax's head pops up at Shal's last sentence: "Is there food?!"

"Those cultists are fanatic - we should tie them up before they regain consciousness."

With the captain and wizard taken care of for now, Jarprax will bandage wounds among the rest of the crew. He also has a healing potion, if anyone is unconscious (otherwise, he'll offer it to Lesiko or Halara).

If nobody else is looking particularly injured, Jarprax will follow his own advice and start tying up sleeping Baneites.

Thanks to Jiro's inspiring words, Jarprax is able to sprint to the boat, interposing himself between the acolyte and the wizard.

Hopefully she lives through the round so he can heal her...

Hey Zar, you move ahead of Jarprax, so you could get the jump on this if you want.

"... cast off the mooring lines and put this vessel out to sea!”

"Oh, hell no!"

Jarprax traces small circles with his warhammer while chanting in Giantish. On the ship's deck, swirling in time with his hammer, a mist rises, then thickens into a dark fog.

Fog Cloud (see the map for placement)

Calling out to the deckhands in the bow of the ship (by name, if he recognized them): "See to Halara!"

@Antonio: Add a d4 to that for Bless.
Jarprax will have targeted Antonio, Blacklock, and himself.

If we can get in sight of the Baneites before actually engaging them, I also might remember to cast Bless!

Jarprax will cast Aid on himself, Antonio, and Blacklock. We each get an extra 5hp to our current and maximum hp for the next 8 hours.

Just to be sure I understand - Homwell is asking us to take on the Baneites so they don't get to the discs, which are on the ship?

Jarprax places a heavy hand on the Mother Protector's shoulder, tilts his head slightly so he can look her in the eye: "You should not have run off without us - why ask us to help you and then reject our help? We will stop this Gald, never fear, but you must trust us more."

If nobody else has done it, Jarprax will untie her.

Jarprax flinches to the side as glowing bolts of force fly over his shoulder and strike, unerringly, into the thug. With the man collapsing in front of him, however, he simply nods in satisfaction before turning around to survey the room: it's carnage. His companions have made short work of the enemy, leaving only two. Luckily, he grins, those two are standing in a line:

Jarprax will step 5' to the left, and:

Breath Weapon: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3
DEX DC 12 for half

Then, he'll take up a position behind the Warrior; or, if she's dropped, behind Magenta, to provide Antonio with flanking advantage.

Note: I've now moved Jarprax to his new position following his Round 2 actions (i.e., Guiding Bolt and Rebuke).

Sorry Jiro, that's going to leave you a bit exposed!

No worries - I'll stick with the next round actions as posted. Jarprax is more concerned with keeping thugs away from the Mother Protector, and he can't do that if he's lining up for a breath weapon

Orange IS Mother Homwell...

Oh damn! So glad I didn't use the breath weapon ;)

Jarprax will continue his charge forward to prevent the Green thug from getting to Mother Holmwell, letting Antonio take on the Warrior for now.

I believe I can just make it to Green by passing through Holmwell's space next to White - Jarprax will deliberately walk past White to draw an attack of opportunity.

Not even noticing the attack in his fury, lightning energy crackles in his wake, leaping from his body to the Thayan Warrior:

Wrath of the Storm: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 7) = 11
This damage only applies if he is hit.
DEX DC 13 for half

At the start of his charge, Jarprax will cast Guiding Bolt at White:

Guiding Bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 2, 3) = 13

If that hits, the next attack (presumably Antonio's) is made with advantage Never mind...

Jarprax charges forward, the growl at the back of his throat rising in volume until it crescendos with a roar that leaves his throat, and explodes in a thunderous clap near the two figures closest to the Mother Protector.

Shatter: I should be able to hit Orange and Green without hitting Holmwell.
Going to expend Channel Divinity to inflict max damage: 3d8 =24
CON DC 13 for half damage

This character was definitely not built with Stealth in mind.
Sorry / Not sorry :P

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Stealth (disadv): 1d20 ⇒ 7

In addition to his armour, shield, and weapons clanking with every step, Jarprax also grumbles, loudly, that Blacklock is taking too long with that lock: "Antonio and I can just kick in the door, you know..."

Jarprax's grin only widens as Kroth stands. Remaining seated, he looks to the crowd: "Who's next?"

Though he's deliberately poking at the group, he does take a beat to assess the mood of Kroth and the others:

Insight: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Jarprax matches the human's menacing grin with one of his own - Jarprax has many more teeth, and they're sharper... As he sits down, he slaps 2gp on the table next to him - a wager for anyone who chooses to match it.

STR1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
STR2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
STR3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

HA!

It's Brental's Caravan company; this guy seems to be in charge; so, to Jarprax, that's his name :P

"Why'd she give you all the slip?"

Jarprax growls: "Delusions of grandeur, as far as I can tell."

Then, letting out a long slow hiss (what amounts to a sigh): "Well, thanks, Brent. It sounds like you didn't have anyone going that way. Any ideas who might have been heading to Hillsfar?"

Didn't we tell the urchin to meet us here? I think that means we have to stick around for a little bit. Jarprax will offer to take on Kroth in an arm wrestle, if that'll kill some time.

Also, whether we leave or stay, Jarprax will confer quietly with the others saying: "Could be she's headed for Hillsfar, could be she's laying down false trails to confuse anyone following her. Either way, she was here this morning, so we should be able to catch her if we can figure out where she went."

Jarprax steps forward, raising a hand in greeting: "Not this time, Brental. We're looking for someone - a one-armed woman. She might have rented a carriage, or possibly has tagged along with one of your caravans. That aimra'at mutahawira ran off without her protection," gesturing to indicate the group.

Persuasion: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Jarprax grumbles about his idea to check out the caravan company, but won't object if the others want to follow up with the urchin.

Worried about being overheard, he will growl at Jiro:

Annoyed by the distraction, Jarprax's lips pull back from his teeth in a disconcerting grimace. Jerking his head toward the child, he looks at Antonio: "Hurry it up - we're wasting time."

Let's check out the stables first, since Blacklock suggested it first.

History: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Jarprax shrugs: "Let's ask around at the stables too, but my bet's on the caravan company. I hired on with them them when I first arrived in the Moonsea - they'll pay a few coin for guard duty, and it was a good way to get to know the country. The Mother Protector might have joined a caravan for protection, or even hired a fast coach if she had the coin."

If more subdued than before, Jarprax nonetheless urges the group to hurry - chivying them on at every break. Especially because the trip to the Helping Hand is so quiet, he urges the group to continue on to Melvaunt immediately: "We have to catch up to that reckless cleric before she gets herself killed!"

Jarprax turns at the sound of thunder and is surprised to see Shaldinari standing there - the thought that the slender elf might be blessed with storm magic flashes through his mind, before he falls into step alongside her, back to the others. A litany of foul curses in both draconic and giantish rumble forth as they return to the others.

Absentmindedly, he drops one of his pouches into Uglariet's hands unless Orntharr laid out enough money for him as well - he did count the hobgoblin as part of the group, earlier.

Ah, yes, sorry - I could have been more clear. Jarprax is storming off in a huff, but he's storming off in the direction of the Mother Protector. Of course, he probably doesn't know where to go, so hopefully someone redirects him...

A look of shock and anger crosses Jarprax's face and he bares his teeth in a grimace that any prey-animal would interpret as "time to hide." Throwing open the chest (breaking the lock if necessary), Jarprax will confirm what the priest has said and, roaring his displeasure, will slam open the door and stamp out of the temple.

Sorry, it was a holiday weekend here in Canada...

Insight: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Jarprax looks brightly at the church, the acolytes, and this man before him: "HA! Yes, quite an easy trip! But we have encountered some stronger forces looking to retrieve these artifacts in the past - agents of Bane. Perhaps we can accompany the chest the rest of the way to Elturel?"

Jarprax's eyes widen and he takes a half-step back before he catches the twinkle in Zar's eye: "Ah! AHAHAHA!! Yes! And this - " casts Thaumaturgy to have a growling noise come from the bear's head.

Grinning broadly, his many sharp teeth evident, he remarks: "Still just a mammal though..." :P

Turning his head to one side and squinting out of one eye: "I didn't want to say anything, but... Are you sure humans' faces don't just change overnight? Sometimes they change colour or grow fur in the night...? HEY, JIRO!"

Embracing the chaotic side of that CG alignment by doing the unexpected :P

Insight: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Nature: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Look, I don't know much about hobgoblins, but he seems honest to me - or, at least, prepared to sell his loyalty. I say we take advantage of it."

btw, I'm fine if nobody else wants to do this - it just felt like something Jarprax would offer. So far, I'm reading this as
Blacklock (no)
Zar (leaning no)
Jarprax (yes)
Shaldinari (leaning yes)
Jiro (neutral)

I'm not really sure how Tana and Antonio feel, but unless someone has a strong opinion either way, we're more or less at a stalemate, I think. Aeshuura might want to call it if he wants to move things forward.

(If it's a no from the group, Jarprax will give the hobgoblin 10gp anyway, to buy his silence, before sending him on his way.)

Jarprax doesn't want to speak too much of his mind in front of the hobgoblin, but if a few of the others want to move to the front of the wagon with him (or can speak draconic), he'll try to explain his reasoning:

"Seems like most of us have decided not to kill him, so what's the alternative? Let him go? Likely, he'll just end up dead on the end of that Baneite's sword when he finds out they've failed. Or he comes back with reinforcements, now that he knows our strengths. So, why not have him along to help - worst case, I'm out 10gp when he sneaks off."

"Bah! Why not?! What were you likely to make from that deal, 10gp? 15? I'll give you 20 from my own purse - you can walk along behind the cart with me. Half now, half when we arrive. And you can fight bravely alongside us against those who would send you to your death."

Glancing around at the skeptical looks from his companions, he adds: "Or... we can talk about it first... Either way, friend, I suspect you'll have to answer their questions honestly. But also," now glaring at his party, "either way you will not be harmed, unless you betray us."

Jarprax tries to subtly covey (and fails miserably) that the group is already travelling with 'monsters', indicating himself and Jiro, what one more...?

Rumbling low to Zar, next to him: "Well, that's hardly surprising, is it?"

Raising his voice and speaking directly to the hobgoblin: "HA! Seems you've had a change of heart, now that you've witnessed our might, eh? Perhaps, haha!, you'll join with us now for a bit of coin, eh?"

Insight: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Quirking his head to the side: "Or perhaps not? Regardless, I wouldn't recommend returning to the Black Hand..."

Everyone else may go. Jarprax, would you like revise your targets?

I'd prefer to hit the hobgoblins around Antonio without hitting him - might only be able to get two of them though (?). If so, I'd try to get the captain and one other.

As for the one in front of Jarprax...

As the blade cuts into Jarprax's shoulder, he roars in pain and outrage. The surge of adrenaline taps into his connection to the divine forces of the storm, filling him with power that, with the speed of lightning, flows back along his attacker's blade:

Wrath of the Storm: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

DEX DC 13 for half damage

Sorry for the delay - work's been busy!

...and feel the sun's warmth on my face.

"Hah! Quite right! And though we also praise Stronmaus for the sunshine, I prefer the wind and hail; the crackle and smash of a good storm. Let's hope we have a bit of both on our journey, yeah?"

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Having at first spotted the bandits, Jarprax loses a precious few seconds readying his weapons.

Nodding in approval at Shaldinari's spell, Jarprax follows it up with one of his own! Crashing his hammer into his shield like a gong, Jarprax's will holds the resulting sound waves in check until he can redirect it toward the three hobgoblins to the east, where he let's the divinely amplified sound explode outward.

Shatter: 3d8 ⇒ (8, 5, 3) = 16

CON DC 13 to save for half

Several times during Mother Homwell's speech, Jarprax plans to suggest that the discs be taken to the mountains, where the giant priests could easily destroy them. But, each time he lifts a hand and sucks in a breath to interject, Jiro pokes him in the leg with a sharp claw. Grunting and glancing down, he sees the little kobold quietly shake his head. Growling softly at the back of his throat, the large dragonborn frowns and folds his arms across his chest, saying nothing.

As she finishes, Jarprax nods in acknowledgement: "Right - off to Elturgard in a few days, then. Thank you again for your hospitality, Mother Protector."

Thanks again, Aeshuura! I would love to continue.

I'll level up Jarprax over the weekend.

"Thank you again for the opportunity to aid you in your quest, Mother Protector. Please, let us know if you require our help to destroy the discs. Until then," he grins broadly, "fresh food would be very welcome."

Much the same as the last time, Jarprax makes a bit of a show of coughing, snorting, and gagging on the water as he climbs aboard.

"Ahgghha - good thinking, Shaldinari, and, waving a hand in the direction of the captain, "Yes, yes. Let's get home."

It looks like it hasn't been mentioned before, but Jarprax will remind the group that we should keep the disc in a Bag of Holding to prevent the hate from spreading through the group and crew.

LOL - oh right, I knew that! :P

Jarprax has a sudden chill that has nothing to do with the cold water: "I have a doubt, friends. It strains belief that our good captain would be so foolish to dump meat overboard. I worry that something has happened aboard ship. Also..." looking doubtfully at the speeding sharks, and thinking back to the conversations he had with the merfolk - did he discuss sharks with them?

Nature: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"I was asleep when you were scouting with the merfolk but... those fish seem to be moving very quickly. Are you sure it's a good idea to fight them? Maybe we could just distract them or drive them off?"

If the group seems intent on battling the sharks, Jarprax will cast Aid on himself, Antonio, and Tana, raising their current hit points and hit point maximums by 5.

Also, @Antonio, that's a good idea, but since the trident is a martial weapon, I think you might be the only one who can use it.

When we're done gathering up the bones and loot, Jarprax will lead the way back to the coral reef above the city.
(I don't want to push too far though, as I expect we'll be attacked on the way out again :P )