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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Nov 8, 2014 11:19:49 GMT -5
Iados and Gaius
“Hahahaha.. Treasure!?! Traps!?! We are (or were) slave traders! Nothing more!” Hafkris explains. “We were heading North to sell our merchandise when this gods forsaken storm blew in! That damn Captain was more interested in trying to study his “magic” book than the weather! By the time he decided to show he face on deck we were well and truly lost!” says Harkris. “Took care of that one myself, I did. Waves and rain and wind washed everyone overboard except for me. Damn its cold! Have you tried to light a fire? This leather armor is freezing!”
Levius
Looking up and down the beach you see there are no caves in the cliffside but you barely make out through the icy cold rain some low lying cliffs to the west that you may be able to scale and hopefully find shelter beyond.
You are all starting to suffer the effects of your exposure to the weather and being tossed around while locked up in the hold. Neither the deck nor the torn open hold provides much protection from the driving wind and rain. (you all take 1 hp damage for exposure)
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Post by ColdOrchestra on Nov 9, 2014 9:33:01 GMT -5
I fear my tiefling friend is quite angry. I will try and to hold him back but I want to know where we are and where this book is. I feel the cold cut into me and look to the young girl. "Young Miss have you been versed in making fire? " I glance back to Hafkris "where are some materials to start a fire unless you'd like to catch your death of cold."
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Nov 10, 2014 15:04:18 GMT -5
I shiver and grit my teeth. Screw this damn book, I think and climb back down. I see the tiefling and the old man still going at Hafkris and roll my eyes. I hear the tail end of something about leather armor and take note of what he's wearing. Is it just leather armor? Is there anything I can use to dress myself in? I'd kill for some gloves, I think before taking note of the small child. Something in my body boils hot and without a second thought, I'm slipping through the tiefling and the human, taking my piece of wood and aiming it at the oaf's head. "You scum," I hiss, "you would take a girl so young from her family! I should kill you here and now but I'm not because you're going to point us towards shelter, or find yourself with two very crushed kneecaps and naked chained here."
Intimidation:9IO8bGA11d20+2
Note: I take off whatever clothing is free to take off Hafkris.1d20+2
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Nov 11, 2014 10:51:55 GMT -5
“No sir. And Mr. Levius already had me looking around and we couldn't find anything worthwhile here. I’m cold and scared! I think we need to leave. Mr. Levius saw some a place where we could maybe get over the cliffs and hopefully find food and warmth.” Melisana replies. As she is talking the halfling suddenly appears yelling at Hafkris. He looks at her and says “I didn't take anyone. I’m just a sailor. The captain and first mate were the ones who were in charge of the snatchin’! I wish I could find some shelter but I don't know where we are either, what with the damn storm raging and the Captain thinkin’ he was going to be a blasted wizard or some such; he was in his hold studying his"magic" book and not paying attention to our heading! Damn him to the Abyss!!!!”
(Hafkris is wearing studded leather armor, boots, cloak and his scabbard for his great sword)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 11:36:21 GMT -5
I walk in a short while after Melisana, still gripping my club.
"The cliffs to the West look low and we may be able to climb them. I suggest we move now and leave the prisoner. We can always come back and salvage what we can, but right now survival should be our main priority. I'll go on ahead and scout ahead and try to find an easy path up the cliff."
I leave and head West, looking for the path of least resistance up the low lying cliff.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Nov 11, 2014 11:50:13 GMT -5
Kicking the half orc one last time for good measure I yank off his cloak and wrap it around myself as I walk out the hole in the hull. "Leave him, his kind deserves nothing better. He obviously has nothing useful to tell us, he is simply another mouth to feed at this point. We should make a quick check for food before we leave, however, this storm may last days." Leaving the hold I use the skills I have honed over long years on the high seas to clamber up the beached and broken hull and make my way to the Captain's berth. Shouldering my way into the cramped space I look for the book, weapons, or any other useful supplies.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Nov 11, 2014 12:19:25 GMT -5
The captains hold is bigger than you think. The collision with the boulders has torn open the hold and it is swamped in seawater. Inside you see four broken barrels which have spilled wine and ale everywhere; dozens of sacks of grain, soaked with wine, ale seawater, and rainwater, all useless. Miraculously (like the keys) still hanging from the wall is a crossbow with 50 bolts. On the far wall you also see a chest.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Nov 11, 2014 12:25:02 GMT -5
Snarling muttered curses about poor seamenship and skewed priorities, I work my way over to the crossbow and sling both it and the bolts over my back. Turning my attention to the chest I look it over and attempt to open it.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Nov 11, 2014 13:14:05 GMT -5
The chest opens with ease. Inside, undamaged are the captain’s log (written in a strange language you can not make out); Navigational charts (which show the galleys destination on a hitherto-unknown pirate’s stronghold on the northern coast of Pandira Island) a dagger, and a book. Opening it you can almost make out what is written in it, it seems to be Common but it has strange esoteric text that does not make any sense, but you have the feeling that if you had time you could make sense out of it.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Nov 11, 2014 13:31:07 GMT -5
Looking around for the driest bag or sack I hurriedly place the book and charts inside, and slip the dagger through my belt. Gathering up my new assortment of equipment I take one last look ar poo und before rejoining my new 'friends' down in the belly of the ship.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Nov 11, 2014 14:38:26 GMT -5
Thus the first part or our story comes to an end…. Next….. decisions must be made and an adventuring party will be formed!!!! ![]()  |
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Post by Paela on Nov 26, 2014 13:05:45 GMT -5
"So where do we go now,"I ask, shivering.
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