(5E) D&D/Moorcock Multiverse Inspiration PBP

[jmucchiello]

"Stop all talking at once," Eovin commands. "Bo, I don't know where we are. Faeries don't usually show themselves like this. It's just weird. I--- Does anyone else smell smoke? We have no idea where to go. Finding the smoke is as good as anywhere to go. Go get Jim to come with us, Bo."

She encourages the horses to move in the direction of the smoke.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Bradrick, still soaked, kept staring at Page, who curled, shivering at one corner of the rowboat.

"I-I'm Page!" She raised her hand when Selythin asked their names. She looked like she were about to teeter back into the water.

Zenythin, Selythin's impertinent kinsman, leaned casually again the front of the boat. He sneered and smiled when he wasn't laughing.

He gave a little wave to the newcomers as well. "As my cousin said, I'm Zenythin. The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."

The burly bully was too overwhelmed to speak.

Page continued:

"S-so sorry, gosh, about your townfolk..I hope they're okay...I didn't mean to..oh..my...and...there's the castle...I m-mean I meant...your castle, princess..."

The pretty faerie lady gestured at the ruins in the distance while looking at Alan Oake.

"Oh my. The forest appears to be burning." Remarked Zenythin.

Page looked really sad.

Selythin waits for his cousin to make the a more appropriate introduction; a prince should not have to do that himself and they are in the presence of a Princess. But it seems Zenythin has forgotten his manners, amongst other things. Hiding his frustration, Selythin says: “Princess.... Apologies for our manners. I am prince Selythin Evastarian, first in line for the kingdom of Thuyere. I am please to be in the presence of someone of your standing. Given the chaos that surrounds us, perhaps you would allow us to rest in your keep?”

 

[Mark Chance]

Then, in broken common, he said:

"She right! Hold hu-man man..."

He looked at Crenshaw's new sword and cocked his horned head in query.

"We run. We look for champion... Why you hold blade of Grail?"

Ralph relaxed his guard, but he kept the "blade of Grail" in hand.

"Some old dude running from a beast gave it to me," Ralph said. "The old dude was hurt bad. He died. I killed the beast that hurt him. The old dude called me 'Dreaming Knight'. He said something about a girl named Ursala and being chased by Chaos." Ralph looked at Orland. "What's going on?"

 

[CharlotteOz]

Selythin waits for his cousin to make the a more appropriate introduction; a prince should not have to do that himself and they are in the presence of a Princess. But it seems Zenythin has forgotten his manners, amongst other things. Hiding his frustration, Selythin says: “Princess.... Apologies for our manners. I am prince Selythin Evastarian, first in line for the kingdom of Thuyere. I am please to be in the presence of someone of your standing. Given the chaos that surrounds us, perhaps you would allow us to rest in your keep?”

Alan had the look of someone who had been convinced that up was up and down was down for his entire life, who had recently been informed by Up that it was actually Sideways. He held up a finger to protest, and then thought about it.

"You know what? Yes, if this is my keep, you can stay here. Maybe we can find provisions, and shelter, and maybe some weapons if there's a functioning armory. Just - we should be ready to move out in case the fire comes too close for comfort."

He waved, dramatically, towards the ruins of the castle. "After you, Your Majesty."

Then, quietly, he turned to Page, and whispered. "Page, ah: when we get a moment, we really need to talk about this whole 'Princess Aloe' thing."

 

[Steve Gorak]

Selythin directs his cousin “Let us steer this ship to the keep!”

He wonders about this princess, perhaps an illusion spell is hiding her true identity. In any case, he will likely know whether she is really of noble birth once they reach this keep. His cousin’s current temperament is also of concern; is he under the effect of a spell, or is he simply in shock? Selythin hopes he won’t be a liability.

 

[JharyOConnah]

Eovin motioned to the horses, who seemed to have an understanding with the tiny pixie even though her spell had worn off. They proceeded cautiously through the woods.

Most of the little fey-folk piled onto the wagon, and likewise so did Bo and Jim.

It seemed they'd all listened. The group was quiet.

One of the other little pixies hovered above the wagon as they all proceeded into the woods toward the smell of smoke.

Before they could wonder if they traveled in the right direction the whole wagon load spotted trees on fire up ahead. Although it was difficult to see through the haze of burning, Eovin and Bo could see the embankment of a river some ways after the flaming foilage.

They couldn't see anyone, but they heard voices as well.

Actually, ONE voice, but it was obvious to all that it was carrying on a conversation with someone unheard.

That extremely thunderous voice boomed:

"Hahaha! Got that right! Better than the BLOODWAR if'n ya ask me! Not sure if this'n'll last THAT long though...Not the way Chaos is rolling over these punies during the first few rounds..."

The obnoxiously loud voice continued, responding to the unheard person:

"Shiiit...I'm game to move on...Had about as much as we gonna get here...fun wise..."

A pause.

A heavy belly laugh echoed through the still burning woods.

The horses stopped reflexively.

* * *

The small rowboat, full but not over-loaded with occupants, wound along with the current at a steady pace.

Zenythin moved toward the back of the vessel, which brought him face-to-face with Alan.

"Doesn't look like a princess to me." He glanced back at his cousin. "Excuse me, princess." He looked back at Alan then shoved past grabbing the rudder-control.

The boat drifted into a bank of smoke.

They couldn't see anyone, but they heard voices.

Actually, ONE voice, but it was obvious to everyone on the rowboat that that voice was carrying on a conversation with someone unheard.

The extremely thunderous voice boomed:

"Hahaha! Got that right! Better than the BLOODWAR if'n ya ask me! Not sure if this'n'll last THAT long though...Not the way Chaos is rolling over these punies during the first few rounds..."

The obnoxiously loud voice continued, responding to the unheard person:

"Shiiit...I'm game to move on...Had about as much as we gonna get here...fun wise..."

A pause.

The voice, as loud as it already was, was getting louder.

Zenythin steered the tiny ship toward the opposite embankment.

* * *

 

[JharyOConnah]

Orland shouted: "You tell me, uomo!"

His wife didn't seem scared, walked past the men into the group of funny-little-tree-folk.

"See!" She said.

The satyr rolled his eyes at her and continued talking. "Ursala. She housemaid. She champion's lover...Uh...old champion..."

He stout-but-short, horned-and-hooved guy pointed at Ralph Crenshaw. "You got Grail Blade. YOU the CHAMPION now! The queen is dead! Grand Vizier Aov sent me to find yoo!"

* * *

 

[Steve Gorak]

Selythin looks at his cousin, snaps his fingers, and authoritatively points at the the embankment where the voices are coming from. He whispers to those around him: they know what is going on, we need to find out more information.

he unsheathes his new black sword, that seems so much lighter and maneuverable than it did before, and puts his shield in front of him for the moment.

OOC: I am assuming that the hex warrior feature can be applied to the black blade (cha to hit and damage instead of str or dex). Fyi, I still need to update my character sheet for that first level of hexblade, not easy to do from my phone but I’ll manage soon (my work blocks enworld, so my phone is my only access)

EDIT: if he has time, Selythin will use divine sense (2 used/4 so far)

 

[JharyOConnah]

Selythin snapped at his cousin who, reluctantly, steered the boat in the indicated direction. "Sure about this...your majesty?"

Bradrick, the burly bully, kept looking with sad-eyes at Alan. He desperately needed direction.

Similarly, pretty Page looked toward the young tailor with bug-eyes. "This is NOT how I left the forest...the castle...they destroyed everything...and the queen..." Tears streamed down her face.

(Prince Selythin's Divine Sense detects one fiend, sixty feet away, at the edge of your abilities range, straight through the smoke.)

* * *

 

[jmucchiello]

Eovin indicates to the others they should stay put and stay quiet. She flies up about 15 feet off the ground and flies quietly toward the loud voice. (If she feels the voice belongs to someone tall, she rises higher off the ground. She only does this for two or three rounds before heading back. If it seems like the voice is headed toward her group, she rushes back and gets them to flee.)