Session 7: Down Once More...

[TheGospel]

 

Name Aaliyah | Class Warlock/Sorc | Level: 1/5 | AC: 15| HP: 49/49 | Prof: +3	Stats: Str 8 / Dex 14 / Con 14 / Int 12 / Wis 10 / Cha 18
Special Abilities: Luck: [o][o]	Attacks: EB | +7 | 1d10+4(x2)
CantripsWarlock 2: Eldritch Blast, Toll the Dead Sorcerer 5: Presti, Mage Hand, Shape Water, Message, Poison Spray       Spells Known (6)Warlock 2: Hex, Hellish Rebuke Sorcerer 6: 1: Tasha's Brew, Burning Hands 2: Misty Step, Scorching Ray, Alter Self 3: Fireball:	Magic Items: Healing Potion [o][o]
Spell DC: 15 | Spell Attack +7 Sorc Points: 5/5 Spells (Sorc lvl1) [o][o][o][o] (lvl2) [o][o][o] (lvl3) [o][o]l (War lvl1) [o]

 

 

 

"Yeah to the good guys!" Aaliyah cheers, raising her third glass to the toast. Her cheeks were a touch red already, her tolerance for alcohol weak and unpracticed.

 

After her sip, she scoops her lile of gold into her bag, which still doesn't seem like it has anything in it. Then she fills a pouch and drops it in Draysus' lap. "I have an idea. You can run away to go find a monster to fight again today or you can come downstairs with me and well feed some gold to a bard and buy drinks and dance and sing and drink! Anyone?" She produces her own flute just in case she has to start the music herself.

[Rejakor]

 

The ragged man clearly wants to hear more about this 'hag' and all kinds of other potentially fatal things that he's hearing about. But he raises the cheap tin mug that's been offered to him. He doesn't drink. A very perfunctory raise of the mug is all that everyone gets as he waits for the congratulations and drinking to abate slightly so he can get a word in edgewise.

The pouch being dropped in his lap though, is a surprise.

"What is this?"

 

OOC

 

 

 

[TheGospel]

 

Name Aaliyah | Class Warlock/Sorc | Level: 1/5 | AC: 15| HP: 49/49 | Prof: +3	Stats: Str 8 / Dex 14 / Con 14 / Int 12 / Wis 10 / Cha 18
Special Abilities: Luck: [o][o]	Attacks: EB | +7 | 1d10+4(x2)
CantripsWarlock 2: Eldritch Blast, Toll the Dead Sorcerer 5: Presti, Mage Hand, Shape Water, Message, Poison Spray       Spells Known (6)Warlock 2: Hex, Hellish Rebuke Sorcerer 6: 1: Tasha's Brew, Burning Hands 2: Misty Step, Scorching Ray, Alter Self 3: Fireball:	Magic Items: Healing Potion [o][o]
Spell DC: 15 | Spell Attack +7 Sorc Points: 5/5 Spells (Sorc lvl1) [o][o][o][o] (lvl2) [o][o][o] (lvl3) [o][o]l (War lvl1) [o]

 

 

 

"Gold, so you can buy clothes that aren't in pieces and maybe take a bath... or two..." Aaliyah explains sarcastically.

[Rumrunner]

 

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Name: Souris Garou | Class: Druid 5 | AC: 11 | HP: 36/45 | Prof: +3 | PP: 17 (22 for scent and sound) 

SavesStr -1 / Dex +2 / Con +1 / Int +4 / Wis +7 / Cha +0 | AttacksShillelagh | +7 | 1d8+4 ;Bludgeoning | CantripsGuidance, Shillelagh, Shape Water | Magic Items2x Healing Potions | Wildshape:CR: 1
No Flying Speed
Duration: 2hrs ▣ ▣

Spell DC: 15 | Spell Attack: +7 | Level 1Detect Magic, Faerie Fire, Goodberry, Healing Word, Ice Knife ▣ ▣ ▣ ▣  | Level 2Detect Thoughts (1/day per feat).
Moonbeam, Pass without Trace, Summon Beast ▣ ▣ ▣ |   Level 3Plant Growth ▣ ▣ | LuckWhen failing any D20 check, you may spend one luck die to reroll the result. This decision is made after the roll but before the results are known. You must declare the use of this dice in your post. These die refresh during a long rest. ▣ ▣

Souris heard her name, but wasn't sure she wanted to come out. The cubs were cute and literally lapping out of her hand, but her mother always said. "There's never a reason not to be polite... you can ***** ** their ****** later if necessary." There were many versions of the saying, but they all started the same. The little druid couldn't help but chuckle, thinking about it as the squitties lashed torturously at the summoned beast. "Coming..."

Cracking the door she squished through and shut it fast, then stepped over to take the wine. She was still a mess, in fact probably messier than when she went in the room as milk and spittle dripped from her fingers. Raising the glass she smiled and cheered. "To Us!"

It was only as she was drinking that she got a look at Aaliyah since the battle and seeing the slit pupils and glittery patterns the little druid nearly choked on her wine. Coughing she scrunched her face at the green haired girl. "Aaliyah! What happened to your face?! and your skin!" She excalimed then jabbed one of the scales with her finger.

@TheGospel

Dice Ex Machina

note summoned beast is still around playing with squitties.

 

 

 

[Diofant]

Murdain Shattershield

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Class: Psion 6 | AC: 14 | HP: 50/60 | Prof: +3 | Init: +3 | PP: 16 | Speed: 30ft

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ConditionsBlessed |0/3 ☠ 0/3| 6/6d8 HD| 2/2 LR| 1/4 SR| 0/1 LR| 3/10 |💼 InventoryA crowbar
A set of dark common clothes including a hood
A belt pouch
Cloak of Elvenkind,
Thieves' tools,
Woodcarver tools,
1x dagger(focus)
Explorer's pack(backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit,
a tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations,
and a waterskin.
50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side
Rapier, light crossbow, 20x bolts
Harmonica
2x Healing potion(Minor)(Chargen2+1)(1 used)
Ball bearing bag 1gp
Chalk/coal 1cp
Flasks x 5 10cp
Bag of caltrops - 1gp(used, but will re-collect)
Insect Repellant 1sp
Oil Flask x5 5sp(1 used)
Parchment x5 5sp
Net x3 3gp
Scroll Case 1gp
Alchemist Fire x 0(5d8 Fire, nonmagic, Dex15 for half, 5x5 radius) (used)
7 gp, 25sp, 7cp
Potion of Heroism x1(1 used)
Potion of Ghost Form x1
Studded Leather Armor x1
Horse(Glutton) with saddle x1 (MIA)
Wolfskull 'Staff' of Cone of Cold. DC15.
Staff of Healing, 10 Charged, 1d6+4 per Dawn. Cure Wounds 1-4, Lesser Restore 2, Mass Cure 5.

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Murdain hesitated, then accepted a glass from Nikoletta. He usually avoided the drink at all costs. Loss of control... Brought bad memories. No, memories that were too good. Drinking to forget wasnt something he considered deserving of. He took a sip against his better judgement. "No more than my grandfather." He drank the entire cup. Nothing. "...Is this... juice?" He looked at the drow incredulously. Back home, people had their noses broken for less. "Are we really..." He nodded at Aaliyah and Barkvin, then furrowed his eyebrows and sniffed the cup. "...It... not." He concluded. The scent of alcohol was present. He poured a bit more into his cup and drank it. Nothing, again. This was confusing. He looked up at Aaliyah when Souris exclaimed and choked slightly, but didnt spill any booze. "...And your eyes." He finally added.

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[GM Saint]

"I... would accept but I'm afraid my welcome here is already strained. People would be more comfortable if we returned." She does accept the glass long enough to make the toast with you. "May the Light always shine upon you all. Praise the Sun." And then she departs before Souris begins poking Aaliyah. It's a good thing she did..

 

Souris pokes Aaliyah in the newly formed scales and Aaliyah discovers they're actually very tender right now, especially with Aaliyah's currently broken ribs. It's almost hard to spot the patch on her side, higher up, with all the bruising. A small jolt of pain hits her and then she releases a small cloud of poison pours from her mouth, like a vile, toxic belch almost.

 

OOC: This is just a poison spray flavor.

[WolfBirch]

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Name Barkvin | Class Cleric 5 | AC: 19 | HP: 23/50 | Prof: +3 | PP: 13 | Saves: Str +3 / Dex +2 / Con +3 / Int +1 / Wis +8 / Cha +3 | Luck: (1/2) | Channel Divinity: (0/1)

Special Abilities darkvision, Warcaster, Disciple of Life, Turn Undead, Preserve Life | Attacks: Mace | +5 | 1d6+2 bludgeoning, Light Crossbow | +4 | 1d8+1 piercing (80/320)

 Prepared Spells | Spell DC: 15 | Spell Attack +7 | Hit Dice d8 (5/5) | Death Saves: 0/0

Cantrips: Light, Spare the Dying, Sacred Flame (2d8 radiant DEX save), Word of Radiance (2d6 radiant CON save)

Level 1 | (1/4) | Bless C (+d4), Cure Wounds (1d8+7 healing), Healing Word (1d4+7 healing), Inflict Wounds (3d10 necrotic)
Level 2 | (0/3)  | Hold Person C (WIS save), Zone of Truth, Lesser Restoration, Spiritual Weapon (1d8+4 force), Prayer of Healing (2d8+8 x6)

Level 3 | (0/2)  | Beacon of Hope C, Mass Healing Word (1d4+9 x6), Daylight, Aura of Vitality C (2d6+5 for 1 minute), Revivify

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He paused and took the glass. "Argh, to ye me hearties. May the wind ever blow in yer favor and the sun ever shine on yer voyage." He repeats the old sailor's toast/blessing. Then helps Murdain quickly drain the bottle. He starts to search the room for something stronger.

 

If Aaliyah goes down to the bar, then so will Barkvin. He might go down anyway if he doesn't find another bottle or two.

 

Mechanics

MOVE: none

ACTION: none

BONUS ACTION: none

 

REACTION: none

CONCENTRATION: none

 

OOC: none

 

Edited November 2, 2023 by WolfBirch (see edit history)

[TheGospel]

 

Name Aaliyah | Class Warlock/Sorc | Level: 1/5 | AC: 15| HP: 49/49 | Prof: +3	Stats: Str 8 / Dex 14 / Con 14 / Int 12 / Wis 10 / Cha 18
Special Abilities: Luck: [o][o]	Attacks: EB | +7 | 1d10+4(x2)
CantripsWarlock 2: Eldritch Blast, Toll the Dead Sorcerer 5: Presti, Mage Hand, Shape Water, Message, Poison Spray       Spells Known (6)Warlock 2: Hex, Hellish Rebuke Sorcerer 6: 1: Tasha's Brew, Burning Hands 2: Misty Step, Scorching Ray, Alter Self 3: Fireball:	Magic Items: Healing Potion [o][o]
Spell DC: 15 | Spell Attack +7 Sorc Points: 5/5 Spells (Sorc lvl1) [o][o][o][o] (lvl2) [o][o][o] (lvl3) [o][o]l (War lvl1) [o]

 

 

 

"Ow-urp" she jerked and grabbed at her side where Souris had poked her but her exclamation was interrupted by an alcohol fueled belch. Her cheeks turned a bright, bright red and she clapped her hands over her mouth. "whtwsthat' she asked, her voice muffled, eyes fixated on the fading spray of poison she'd just exhaled.

 

It took her a moment to offer an embarrassed explanation. "I think what's left of my magic is being a F-ing B."

[Rejakor]

 

"I'd prefer to hear more about this monster. Like where it is. Or might travel to. And what it looks like. And it's habits. And what can lure it. And how many limbs it has. And any attacks it uses. And also-"

 

OOC

 

 

 

[Diofant]

Murdain Shattershield

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Class: Psion 6 | AC: 14 | HP: 50/60 | Prof: +3 | Init: +3 | PP: 16 | Speed: 30ft

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ConditionsBlessed |0/3 ☠ 0/3| 6/6d8 HD| 2/2 LR| 1/4 SR| 0/1 LR| 3/10 |💼 InventoryA crowbar
A set of dark common clothes including a hood
A belt pouch
Cloak of Elvenkind,
Thieves' tools,
Woodcarver tools,
1x dagger(focus)
Explorer's pack(backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit,
a tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations,
and a waterskin.
50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side
Rapier, light crossbow, 20x bolts
Harmonica
2x Healing potion(Minor)(Chargen2+1)(1 used)
Ball bearing bag 1gp
Chalk/coal 1cp
Flasks x 5 10cp
Bag of caltrops - 1gp(used, but will re-collect)
Insect Repellant 1sp
Oil Flask x5 5sp(1 used)
Parchment x5 5sp
Net x3 3gp
Scroll Case 1gp
Alchemist Fire x 0(5d8 Fire, nonmagic, Dex15 for half, 5x5 radius) (used)
7 gp, 25sp, 7cp
Potion of Heroism x1(1 used)
Potion of Ghost Form x1
Studded Leather Armor x1
Horse(Glutton) with saddle x1 (MIA)
Wolfskull 'Staff' of Cone of Cold. DC15.
Staff of Healing, 10 Charged, 1d6+4 per Dawn. Cure Wounds 1-4, Lesser Restore 2, Mass Cure 5.

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"And I'd prefer not to." Murdain thrust a cup into Draysus' hands with a dark look in his eyes, then turning around and starting to drink again.

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[Knave]

 

Name: Ved Kith (AKA Kirit)  |  Class: Fighter 5 

AC: 16+2| HP: 60/60 | Hit dice: 4/4d10 

SR Abilities: SDice: 0/4d8  0/1d6 | Action surge 0/1 | 2nd Wind 1/1

LR Abilities: Luck 0/2 | Adamant 0/1  Attacks Extra attack, and off-hand attack
Rapier +6 1d8+3
Magic short sword +7 1d6+4
Light crossbow 80/320 +6 1d6+3 | Saves Str +3 | Dex +3 | Con +4 | Wis +1 | Int -1 | Cha +0; | Maneuvers Precision attack | Menacing attack | Trip attack | Parry | Riposte | DC 13;

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With the sword now sharp enough to shave with - as long as you didn't mind also getting flayed - Ved begins with the oil. He hams up the polishing a little for his own entertainment, and otherwise is busy getting seriously drunk.

[TheGospel]

 

Name Aaliyah | Class Warlock/Sorc | Level: 1/5 | AC: 15| HP: 49/49 | Prof: +3	Stats: Str 8 / Dex 14 / Con 14 / Int 12 / Wis 10 / Cha 18
Special Abilities: Luck: [o][o]	Attacks: EB | +7 | 1d10+4(x2)
CantripsWarlock 2: Eldritch Blast, Toll the Dead Sorcerer 5: Presti, Mage Hand, Shape Water, Message, Poison Spray       Spells Known (6)Warlock 2: Hex, Hellish Rebuke Sorcerer 6: 1: Tasha's Brew, Burning Hands 2: Misty Step, Scorching Ray, Alter Self 3: Fireball:	Magic Items: Healing Potion [o][o]
Spell DC: 15 | Spell Attack +7 Sorc Points: 5/5 Spells (Sorc lvl1) [o][o][o][o] (lvl2) [o][o][o] (lvl3) [o][o]l (War lvl1) [o]

 

 

 

"I'm gonna go... downstairs. I've had enough monsters for now. Tomorrow I'll ummm, I'm gonna go back home. I can't track anyone down with my magic all gone."

 

Aaliyah will go downstairs and buy a round for everyone around. She makes sure those there spread the word around shes buying drinks. With any luck, that druid she met would show up again. She'd been rude last night and had run off and she owed her one.

[Alliebaby]

Name Nikoletta Vandal | Class BH/Pal | Level: 6 | AC: 15| HP: 72/72 | Prof: +3	Stats: Str 18 / Dex 12 / Con 14 / Int 08 / Wis 10 / Cha 14
Special Abilities: Luck: [o][o] Eyeless [o] Aroooo:[o] The Die: 1d6	Attacks: Greatsword | +7 | 1d12+4 slash - Bow | +4 | 1dd8+3
Spells: Misty Step/Levitate/Dispel Magic/Bless [o][o][o][o]	Magic Items: Healing Potion [o][o]

 

"Um, Aaliyah dear? You're wearing only a robe. Remember our talk about modesty: Please go dress yourself before you find entirely too much attention waiting for you. And what do you mean, your magic is gone? Come child, explain to me while I help you dry your hair and become presentable."

 

 

[GM Saint]

Niko. Now that your attention is free again, there is another scent in the air. Something not unlike the displacers but it's alive and coming from the room that also stinks of raw fish Murdain had run off to fetch.

[Alliebaby]

Name Nikoletta Vandal | Class BH/Pal | Level: 6 | AC: 15| HP: 72/72 | Prof: +3	Stats: Str 18 / Dex 12 / Con 14 / Int 08 / Wis 10 / Cha 14
Special Abilities: Luck: [o][o] Eyeless [o] Aroooo:[o] The Die: 1d6	Attacks: Greatsword | +7 | 1d12+4 slash - Bow | +4 | 1dd8+3
Spells: Misty Step/Levitate/Dispel Magic/Bless [o][o][o][o]	Magic Items: Healing Potion [o][o]

Catching the scent, Niko suddenly stood up straight and began sniffing the air. "Something... has followed us..." she whispers, reaching into the other room to grab her sword. Her eyes fixate on the room Souris had been hiding in. "Something..." She begins stalking towards the door...