Glad you're alright, we were worried!
I'm still here and ready to continue. I know Jean will be too. We might need a GM recap to kick things along.
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Doesn't look good. Hopefully our GM is alright.
Not I. What's up?
"Here we go. Thanks!" Leon calls up and begins to climb.
"Well yeah, but how do we get there? Can anyone see Firavel? How are we supposed to get across?"
I'm still here. Can you clarify the situation. I know I'm confused about the room's layout and what our options for crossing are. Firavel seemed to understand so I was happy to let him handle things, but he seems to have been eaten by life.
"A lightning rod? With all this water, that's not good. Hope the skies stay clear. Son, you know this place, right? What's the best way to go from here?"
"Aw hells. The bridge is in the water. Getting over there is going to be tricky."
Leon nods and moves forward drawing his rapier.
"Wonderful. I wish I could say I was surprised."
Leon makes an exasperated noise as the fetid water rushes over his boots. "Why can't we ever go investigate somewhere nice? Maybe a beach somewhere? I hear those are nice. How come there aren't any haunted beaches?"
"Good enough for me." Leon said starting down the ladder.
"Looks like someone's been here recently." Leon said gesturing to some drying mud on the ladder. "Jean, can you make out if they were going up or down?"
And here I was trying to be funny.
Leon's hand went to The Lopper's axe as the hidden staircase revealed itself. He looked down at the axe as he realized what he'd done. He'd always been partial to swords, but for some reason ever since finding the axe his first instinct was always to draw it first. Something about that thought troubled him, but he dismissed it and moved closer to Firavel to tale a look up the stairs. "Looks like the best lead we've found so far." Leon nodded. Looking back over his shoulder to Son he said "Did you know this was here? Any idea where it leads?"
Maybe you should have Jean multiclass to Oracle so that foreknowledge of events is in character. ;)
"There are some strange creatures in the ocean..." Leon muses carefully moving through the room toward the next door.
Sudden? Usually these things aren't sudden. There's often about a 9 month lead-up. :)
Leon follows Firavel into the room, looking around while the doors are checked.
"I've heard of these, but never seen one before. Landsharks. I hear they are hell on farmland."
Definitely fine with me. I was worried I was going to have to ask to rework my character. It hasn't come up much in this game yet because I haven't had it very long, but it's bound to soon. I don't think it's an overpowered feat myself, but I know some DMs are very frustrated by it.
Mithias shrugs, "How are you supposed to know how something works if you don't take it apart?" "Don't know. I usually figure things out by repeatedly screwing up."
Leon curls his lip a little. "Well that's unpleasant. Mithias, you alchemists sure have weird hobbies."
DM, have you been paying attention to the boards and the issues regarding the Crane Wing errata?
"I really hope not, but at this point I wouldn't be overly surprised."
Leon smiles as Mithias starts mixing chemicals at an net table in the hallway. He didn't know what alchemical wonders were being brewed, but he knew they'd be helpful. He let Sethis and Son keep an eye on the hall while Mithias worked. Leon and Jean and Firavel scouted the area. Reconvening a short while later there was a lot of shrugging. No one had found anything dangerous. "Nothing here. The bridge looks like the only way to go. Anyone find anything they want to investigate, or should we just keep moving?"
I'm just now getting over a nasty cold myself. Hope you're feeling better.
Leon nods and moves into the Library.
Leon nodded and began moving east at the head of the group.
"No kidding." Leon said with a smile and a shake of his head, leading the group east, following Jean's inclination, Lopper held loosely in his hand.
Leon looks worriedly at the goblins. "Uh, why don't the two of you stay here. Gather up any supplies you think would be useful for a journey. We might be a while, but we'll be back." He fished out the half-pound of jerky he carried in his satchel and handed the bundle to the closest goblin. "You divide this into two piles. When you're done, he's going to pick which pile he wants. you get the other one. No fighting over it, and don't eat it all at once. It's all I have right now. You both understand?"
"Son, does your father have dogs with scars like yours?"
"Uh, what do you like to eat?" Leon said, warily.
"Well, where I come from, servants get paid for the work they do, and can leave if they want. You aren't slaves anymore." He wasn't really sure what to do, but he knew that his cousin Kane, who was afflicted with a curse that made him look distinctly inhuman, had made many goblins and other shunned races into sources of useful information. "But, there will still be rules. First, no lying. I won't lie to you, and you won't lie to us. Next, no stealing. We won't take what is yours, and you won't take what is ours. Finally, in my household, all servants are required to bathe at least once a week." "Can you agree to those terms?"
Take your time. At this point I'm pretty sure we're all in it for the long haul, as long as you're willing to keep running the game for us. I've really enjoyed everything so far, you're doing a great job.
"I heard my Aunt say once that the difference between slavery and domestication is self-awareness. I'm not much of a philosopher, but that seems like a pretty important distiction to me." Leon says over his shoulder while he waits to see if the goblins drink the potions he gave them.
Leon hands them each a curative potion. "Drink this."
Once Jean makes it clear that the dogs aren't a danger, Leon leads the group inside.
"Well the trolls are dead. What are they going to do now? Why are they mad at that goblin?"
"Mithias, remind me not to ever get on your bad side." Leon says with a grin. "What kinds of dogs are those?"
When the monster misses him, Leon lashes out blindingly fast, striking the offending claw with the intricate basket hilt of his rapier.
Leon began to get the measure of his huge foe. He hadn't fought many enemies of this size. Adjusting from his classic fencer's stance, he raised his blade high and turned his wrist into fourth position. An unorthodox stance in most situations, but ideal for fighting brutish foes like this. "Back up Jean. I have the breach. Don't worry about me, just rain hurt down on them. I hear trolls don't like fire."
Leon tears up the path drawing his sword as he runs and slashing out at the Troll that attacked Leon.
Would I be able to pick up a Clear Spindle Ioun Stone? (4k gp)
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