Morph looks at the large armored warforged as he approaches and stares at the elemental ring. He breaks the silence. "Why is it you conform to the stereotypes that plagues our race? Have you not felt the hate of being treated as only a weapon?"
Dreadnought is still for a moment, then looks down from the ring at Morph.
"I don't think I understand you. I was created a certain way, trained a certain way, and because of those things, I am well suited to being a warrior. Should I not do what I am best suited to do? And if I do what I am best at, without regard to what others think, how am I conforming?"
Morph looks up at the towering giant of a warforged. "Don't you see? Humans made you. Humans trained you. You belonged to them and they made you how they wanted you? Don't you want to be what you want? I can see you being what you are most comfortable as, but don't forget that you have a mind of your own and don't have to follow what the human's say."
Again, Dreadnought was silent for a moment. His lack of expression made it hard to figure if he was slow to understand, or slow to respond.
Finally he said, "There's a trap in that kind of thinking. I could easily say I am doing what I want, and what I like...but then you could say that even the things I want and like have been given to me by others. They built my body...they trained my mind. What then is left for me to trust as my own?"
With the whispering noise of metal grinding on metal, the warforged soldier shook his head.
"I find it best not to look too deeply on things like this. I do what I do, for the reasons I think are appropriate. Why I think what I think; why I feel what I feel...I will leave that to the philosophers."
He nods his head towards Morph, clearly including the smaller 'forged among those he counts with that distinction.
"As for the rest, it is good that we are free now, but I am more comfortable with orders to follow. I don't consider myself a slave or property because of that. Many humans, elves and others have made the same choice."
Morph nods his head at Dreadnaught as a gesture of respect. "You are smarter than I initially gave you credit for. I am Morph, although I saw little fighting in the war, I am skilled in repairing our kind by both magical and mundane means. If you are damaged in battle, I could help to repair any malfunctioning parts."
"I am sure you'll have plenty of opportunity to practice your trade. I'm glad to know you have such magic. Since the War ended, I've served with units that were not used to our kind, and had only meat healers. It was a hardship that had to be endured. Fortunately..."
He thunks a three-tined hand on his chestplate.
"...I am not easy to damage. But I think giants will be up to the task."
(hee...Dread's Int 10...but I play it as not stupid, just kind of slow. He gets to the right conclusion, but his mind is like his body...slow, ponderous, but hard to stop. )
Davan bumps into Morph. I beg my pardon! Davan bows to the two warforged, I am Davan Rowe, cleric from the Sovereign Host. I do believe that you both were chosen to venture in this little adventure of ours, correct?
The hooded Githzerai steps to the railing and enjoys the view.
Once the warforges intercept in conversation, he eyes them, he never saw one of them, but he heard they were involved in the human wars in the many books and tomes that lie in his monastery.
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
Morph was about to let a scathing comment go about the clumsy human bumping into them, but he bit his tongue. After seeing at least an illlusion of respect by the cleric given to him and Dreadnaught, Morph decided that this one, at least not in their first meeting, had any major hate for his kind. "I am Morph. I believe your inquiry is correct."
Morph notices the hooded figure near the railing that seemed to be staring at them. Though it's features were hidden by it's hood, it certainty moved too gracefully for a human, more so than even an elf. "If you be traveling with us, then come and introduce yourself. We need to find out each other's strengths before the giants can greet us with the thick end of their clubs."
It has been rare when I have seen a person such as yourselves. I would love to talk to you both about what you have seen sometime! I am sure the tales you have would be amazing. I will leave you be as I believe you were talking about something important. Once again, I am sorry for being so rude as to bump into you. I shall take my leave. Davan bows and goes to place his things away.
The hooded creature moves gracefully as he accepts the invitation, upon arriving he folds his hood back, his features are alien and strange, gray skin with brown and green like birth marks. I'm Void, hailing from the Dokyo (Bravery/courage in Japanese) monastery, I apologies if I stared but I was fascinated by the likes of you, since I read about you in the monastery tomes.
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
The Precarious Retreat heads out of Sharn to the south, picking up altitude, before finally levelling out around 1000 feet. It has been only a couple of hours since you first arrived at House Medani, but it seems much longer.
Once you’ve cleared the outskirts of Sharn, the clouds begin to break up, and a cool winter sun rises high overhead.
The ship moves gracefully and swift through the clear skies, all of your gear stowed below in the common area. On the horizon, you can see the Hilt, with the great ocean not too far beyond it.
You have noticed Dalwir giving orders to the crew of eight and piloting the ship out of Sharn, but he has now given up the helm to his second in command, a half-elf woman, of no more than 35 years. A more casual examination of him shows that he carries a rapier at his hip, along with a lute strung over his back, and there is no hiding his dragonmark – it has grown to such size that it is the largest you’ve ever seen, with corners poking out of sleeves and collars. He walks down from the stern platform of the ship, and approaches your group.
“Welcome aboard, mates’, ‘tis a fine time as any to be headed out over the great sea. I should have ye’ at Stormreach in about 3 days time. Thar be reports of a storm somewhere to the northwest o’ Stormreach, so we’ll be givin’ it a wide berth.”
“We don’t live fancy on the Precarious, but we do live well...”
“Feel free to wander the ship, hopefully this will be more like a pleasure cruise.”
“We’re well stocked with rum and ale belowdecks, and Francis is our on-board chef, one of the best in the House.”
The rest of the day passes uneventfully. The ground below has given way to the waves of the sea. After a hearty evening meal, the evening entertainment comprises of several of the crew playing various instruments and telling tales. The stories and music interweave together to such a degree, that it almost feels as though you are part of the story.
You sleep peacefully through the night. (Those of you who actually sleep)
Day 2 – 21 Zarantyr:
Morning breaks, and the smell of baked biscuits and fresh gravy rouse you from your slumber. You make your way to the source of the aroma and have your fill. You spend a fair amount of time above decks, peering overboard at the endless sea below you, noticing on occasion a group of whales here and there.
Around midday, the winds have risen to around gale force, and appear to be steadily increasing.
Dalwir exclaims,”Damn, I thought we’d miss it. ‘Tis too big to go ‘round, so we’ll need to go through.”
The captain appears to begin the casting of a spell, and you notice the tips of his dragonmark being to glow. He completes his task in about 10 minutes time, and over the next ten minutes, you notice that the winds begin to taper off, the clouds part, and you are now surrounded by calm, sunny skies, though you can still see the storm surrounding you in all directions on the horizon.
The rest of the day passes uneventfully.
After another amazing meal and evening of entertainment, you retire to your bunk and fall quickly asleep.
You are awoken to a clanging sound and shouts of “ALL HANDS ON DECK! ALL HANDS ON DECK!” When you eyes open, you notice that it is the middle of the night and the rest of the crew is hastily grabbing weeapons and heading up the stairs. You hear a loud thump come from directly above your bunks, where you remember the deck-mounted ballista was.
OOC: I need initiative and actions for all of you. You have awoken from sleep, so you are unarmored and weaponless, in your bunks below decks.
Asenfel rolls out of his bunk and grabs the scepter he always keeps nearby. Hearing the ballista in action... or torn out of action, perhaps..., he sprints up to the top deck, prepared to react to any danger.
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Asenfel's Initiative (1d20+5=16)
Asenfel's Fell Flight invocation is still active; it lasts 24 hours or until dispelled, and he re-casts it every morning when he gets up. At the moment, Fell Flight is his only durational invocation.
Would he still have clothing-based magic items on? His cloak of charisma, gloves of dexterity, and the chasibule of fell power specifically. If he doesn't have the gloves, his init is actually 15, not 16.
Asenfel's Fell Flight invocation is still active; it lasts 24 hours or until dispelled, and he re-casts it every morning when he gets up. At the moment, Fell Flight is his only durational invocation.
Would he still have clothing-based magic items on? His cloak of charisma, gloves of dexterity, and the chasibule of fell power specifically. If he doesn't have the gloves, his init is actually 15, not 16.
Only items that you wear all the time (and sleep while wearing) are on your person(s) at this point. You can spend a round or two to gather up the stuff you want to have available with you.
In Asenfel's case, keep in mind that his flight is indeed still active, but the ship is moving at a speed of 100' (~ 20 mph), so it he leaves the ship, he will not be able to keep up, as his flight speed is 30'.
Davan will gather his items that assist in his healing abilities (such as his belt and ring). His next action (if he needs to) would be to pray for his spells. If he does not need to, then he will go up to the top deck.
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