Heroes, Inc. Day 3+, Voyage to Sarkon

DM_Matt

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That evening, after dinner, Aleena leads everyone to the ship Aiden provided, the Red Kraken.

The crew comes entirely from the guard and your company, with the exception of Aiden's pilot, a jolly old dwarf named Nemor Ironitde who frets overly much that the ship is sufficiently well-stocked with ale. Usually the captain, he is now to take orders from Lt. Kiran, who is heading up the Guard contingent aboard the ship and has been hastily promoted to Lt. Commander in light of recent service, the need to have a higher rank for this job, and the fact that the deaths of high-ranking officers have produced a flurry of promotions (There is no info on navy ranks in the realms, so I am just using USN ones. Its a promotion of one step that also puts her into the middle catagory of three catagories of officers rather than the lowest.). Kiran is under orders to defer to the collective decisions of the Hidden Shield in all cases.

The ship is very fast, and well-armed for a small ship. The two spell engines are uncharged, however. They can hold up to three offensive spells for later use, or a wand can be inserted, in which case the three slots are immediately filled from the wand and it keeps recharging as it is used.

The beginning of the voyage is uneventful, and the elven ships guarding the gate give you no trouble except approaching to collect the toll and certificate that you are on official business of the City of Waterdeep. The ship sails over a glowing spot of water, and suddenly is located in another well-guarded elven gate-port. Traveling towards the Island chain, there is a somewhat surprising lack of trouble, until you see, a couple nights later, a large island a mile or so in the distance with enormous quantities of stale smoke hanging over it and a few small fires. Suddenly, a series of explosions occurs that seems to destroy a structure of some kind and create another fire. Using a spyglass, you can see what look like remains of a number of buildings.

 
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kirinke

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The first thing Alethia knows is somebody is shaking her awake. She tenses, hand going for her holy symbol, a defensive prayer upon her lips. She relaxes, the prayer unsaid, as she recognizes one of the crew members. "What is it?"

The crew member hurridly explains.

"I'll be up in a minute," she hastily dresses and joins the others.

"This doesn't look good." she looks at her companions. "Pirates? Or our unknown friends pretending to be simple pirates and then perhaps leading us into an ambush?" she asked dryly, a bit grumpy first thing in the wee hours of the morning.

I am so not a morning person. she thought irritably.

Good thing Selune chose you rather than Lathander. the voice in her head chuckled in amusement.
 
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Hypersmurf

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"Arundel?" Fin asks. "What do your coins have to say?"

Arundel nods, fishing the tokens out of his belt pouch to get an impression of the next hour or so.

OOC: Omen of Peril - 85% accuracy for Safety, Peril, or Great Danger. /OOC

"Murdoch, think you can get a closer look?"

He tracks down Kiran. "Well, Commander - do we have any intelligence as to who or what normally occupies that island?"
 

frostrune

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OOC: Since we had had a day or so of travel, would it have been possible to 'charge' the spell engines? Timrin would have highly recommended it but can't really do much himself.

OOC: Do we see fiery bombardments arcing across the sky before the explosions or do they simply happen? Basically do we think it is seige equipment or magic?


Timrin rushes above deck to stand with the others. After a moment or so of observation he says to no one in particular, "Is that Sarkon?"
 


Falkus

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Dyria was up early that morning, practicing some acrobatics and whip work up in the rigging of the ship. When she saw the explosions, and everybody gathering on the deck, she slid down one of the ropes to join the others.
 

DM_Matt

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Hypersmurf said:
"Arundel?" Fin asks. "What do your coins have to say?"

Arundel nods, fishing the tokens out of his belt pouch to get an impression of the next hour or so.

OOC: Omen of Peril - 85% accuracy for Safety, Peril, or Great Danger. /OOC

"Murdoch, think you can get a closer look?"

He tracks down Kiran. "Well, Commander - do we have any intelligence as to who or what normally occupies that island?"

The coins show the possibility of Peril.

(To be honest, I kind of hate that spell. I never feel comfortable giving an answer. Too often, how much danger you will be in varies quite widely based on things you havent decided yet, such as the circumstances surrounding getting into a fight and the tactics you will choose to use.)

Kiran says: "I think this island is inhabited by reletively primitive tribesfolk. Usually they have druids among them to keep the pirates at bay. Oh, and tribes in this area try to tel lthe future by reading bird entrails. Doesnt work, but they think it does. They kill the bird, and they pull out...ok, sorry, that's totally not relevant. Anyway, tribesmen, druids, nothing special. Unless there are buried nifties around. There tends to be a lot of that stuff around here."
 


DM_Matt

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frostrune said:
OOC: Since we had had a day or so of travel, would it have been possible to 'charge' the spell engines? Timrin would have highly recommended it but can't really do much himself.

OOC: Do we see fiery bombardments arcing across the sky before the explosions or do they simply happen? Basically do we think it is seige equipment or magic?


Timrin rushes above deck to stand with the others. After a moment or so of observation he says to no one in particular, "Is that Sarkon?"

1. Sure, just someone say what they put in there.
2. No signs of other ships (unless they are on the other side of the island). Most of the smoke seems to be coming from the hills in the middle of the island and the other side entirely. The explosions seem to have origionated on the ground.
 

kirinke

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Alethia looks torn. Her clerical instincts scream at her to help those people and where she on her own, she would. But there were others depending on them as well. "Should we help?" she asked quietly, the turmoil clear in her voice.
 

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