D&D 5E EB's ToEE and RttToEE Campaign - IC

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Hommlet/Inn of the Welcome Wench
25 Goodmonth
1:03 PM
Round 0

Emmyr muttered into his beard almost the entire way as he walked beside Lady Rebekah, his green eyes darting here and there along the edge of the path, dancing clear of the occasional web. At one point, a small spider lands on his arm.

“Och! Ge’ it orf!” the dwarf bellows, slapping at his armored forearm.

When they reached the area of the forest completely covered in webbing, the dwarf was nearly shaking. He paled as he watched the squirrel get webbed and devoured.

Pulling his hand axes, Emmyr’s eyes darted about, but all he could see were shadows behind the webs, many-legged shadows, stalking them. “There’s tae many o’ them!” Emmyr gaped, reaching out and gripping Lady Rebekah’s arm hard. “We shuild leave!”

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Perception: 1D20 = [1] = 1
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Initiative: +1
Perception: 10
Speed: 25
AC: 16
HP: 23/23 HD: 2/2d10+3
Second Wind (1/R): 1d10+2 hp
Action Surge (1/R)
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[sblock=Party Loot]
16 sp
10 cp
Blue quartz, 10 gp
Necklace 200 gp (Rana)
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[sblock=Party]
Lady Rebekah - half elf bard charlatan noble
Gwylla - half elf wizard
Hexeiros - dragonborn fighter
Rana - feylock
Zanword - human fighter pirate
Aridhe - human moon druid
Templeton - human rogue ratcatcher
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Bekah felt Emmyr's hand on her arm, the normally stoic warrior was almost beside himself with fear. Obviously something had occurred in the past to engender this fear, but now was not the time to get into it. She placed her own smooth hand on his, the dwarven skin was touch as leather and almost as rough, and patted it reassuringly.

"Emmyr dear, it is going to be alright," she said soothingly, her voice almost musical. Humming a few bars of a rousing ballad she slowly, almost shyly, started to sing. Her voice drowned out some of the background noise and she lifted Emmyr's chin so that he could look in her eyes. Taking his mind off the surrounds.

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Hommlet/Inn of the Welcome Wench
25 Goodmonth
1:04 PM
Round 0

Emmyr’s wide eyes looked up into Lady Rebekah’s as she lifted his chin. He took a breath to protest, but instead just listened to her hum and sing. He found his fear pushing away a bit. Oh, it was still there, but walled off in a corner of his mind.

“Aye, thank’e, milady,” Emmyr murmured, ashamed of himself. “I am sorry…” He reached back, scratching at the back of his neck. As his hair moved, Rebekah might get a glimpse of two large, old scars, almost like puncture wounds.

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Move:
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Conditions: Bardic Inspiration d6
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Initiative: +1
Perception: 10
Speed: 25
AC: 16
HP: 23/23 HD: 2/2d10+3
Second Wind (1/R): 1d10+2 hp
Action Surge (1/R)
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[sblock=Party Loot]
16 sp
10 cp
Blue quartz, 10 gp
Necklace 200 gp (Rana)
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[sblock=Party]
Lady Rebekah - half elf bard charlatan noble
Gwylla - half elf wizard
Hexeiros - dragonborn fighter
Rana - feylock
Zanword - human fighter pirate
Aridhe - human moon druid
Templeton - human rogue ratcatcher
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Templeton unsheathed his rapier and a nasty looking dirk. "Comes out, comes out wherever you are...You juicy lil dumplins" The Ratcatcher punctuated his whispering with licking his lips. He liked his spider fried, making them crunchy with a soft, gooey inside.

Perception: 1D20+3 = [13]+3 = 16

Gwylla starts wondering what type of spiders they might be and gets so wrapped up in listing spiders she fails to notice the world around her.

Perception: 1D20+1 = [4]+1 = 5

EarlyBird said:

Ready as they ever will be the party sets off for the Deklo grove

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In the back, Rana caressed something hanging from her wrinkled neck, looking quite pleased with herself.

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At the edge of the grove, Rana looked at the various reactions with amused interest...? and then just walked forth, her cane's patter softened by the mulch. She leaned down towards the little predators, her back at its bendiest.

"Excuse an old woman her curiosity," she started, as mild as she got, "but are you from around here?"

Utterly mad, she was, quite clearly, addressing the front-most spider.


OOC: Beast Speech, please
Oh and:Perception: 1D20+2 = [19]+2 = 21

The little spider reluctantly breaks from the others, as they cocoon the squirrel and start to feast. It crawls a little higher up the tree, before saying in a soft voice.

"So hungry, so hungry. Not from here, called here, kept here, by... them!" he says looking up into the trees.



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The creature vanishes into the web covered trees before you have a chance to call the others attention to it. It looks like it is heading deeper into the grove.

Templeton's eyes went wide. "Oi! Didja see that Todger? Prancin' off on two legs like I'm Daft enough to follow 'im inta that $#ite?" He cupped his mouth and yelled after the sidery humanoid. "Bugger off Ya Hairy Sard ya!"

OOC: How big was the creature, EB? On a scale of grig to umber hulk