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

Mark Chance

Boingy! Boingy!
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!"
Ralph blushes a bit at the mention of the "champion's lover".

"No need to shout, dude," he says. "If I'm the champion now, then let's get the show on the road. Who's this Grand Vizier guy, and when do we leave?"
 
Alan felt pulled this way and that, by all the repeated comments about princesses and all the complicated feelings he was beginning to realize that he had about that, and by the emotion in Page's face, and by how lost Bradrick was. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and cry himself to sleep, to just let a roiling cauldron of feelings and doubts roll over him.

But there was no time for sleep, and there were people who were coming unglued just as surely as he was, and so, Alan put it away somewhere inside. He folded Page into his arms, and let her cry. And as she did, he spoke to Bradrick.

"Brad, I'm sorry that you got swept up in all of this. I'm going to try and find a way to get us all back home. In the meantime, if you need to talk, let me know. And if you need something to do, well, this is a boat; they always need extra hands."
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Selythin was already planning the next step in his plan. He was used to planning waging war, and having obedient soldiers. He turned to look at the group in the boat, and saw fear and sadness. Both his former selves, the elf and the devil, would likely have executed on of these pathetic folks in order to force the others to obey. Now, he felt something he was not used to: compassion.

lowering his voice for only the folks in the boat to hear, he says: “These are difficult times, and I am sorry for your anguish. We however have a chance to learn what is happening. There is a creature sixty feet in that direction. I believe we can Either dupe it to give information, or capture and interrogate it. If we know what is going on, we can help others. Are you all with me?”
 

JharyOConnah

Explorer
(Just to make it perfectly clear, you are all in the close vicinity to one another. Ahead of both groups you are observing the same terrain/persons/actions/etc.)

Eovin flew above the trees, cresting the smoke. The foilage below was more smoldering than actively burning, like the fire had been more intense before and was now dying.

Bradrick, Page and cousin Zenythin nodded at Selythin's small speech.

The rowboat wound its way toward the western bank of the river. Zenythin hopped off the prow and onto the shore. He held a hand up to the rest.

The stranded travelers (Eovin up above and everyone on the rowboat below) all saw the treeline ended in front of them.

The river intersected with the forest edge and the little pixie, so high in the air, saw the boat along the embankment. She could see everyone on board, Selythin, Alan, and the rest.

In the distance, the pixie also spied a castle, in the center of the widening river. A plume of smoke curled up from the scorched battlements of the keep.

Right after the trees, a close distance away in a wide hilly area, stood a large structure made out of wood and metal. It was bleachers and benches. For spectating...something.

Protruding from the ground, to one side of the big construction, was a wooden pole displaying a large pennant lazily flapping in the wind. It bore an eight-sided arrow in radial design. The symbol of Chaos.

Eovin and those on the water-craft, although from slightly different angles, looked at the back side of the thing. The seats were empty except for a brutish pair occupying one of the middle benches. They faced the burning ruins in the distance.

An ogre with an eye-patch and a green-skinned troll lounged on one of the long bleachers. They were obviously intoxicated. Tremendously so, in fact.

The same loud voice from before boomed. It was the ogre. "Which way was it, anyhow, Boris? Wasn't there uh... portal somewheres about?"

The troll, now in ear-shot, responded. "How in the great abyss should I know, guv? Been shit-faced since the start o' the whole thing, haven't I? Can't remember which bloody plane we're on anyway…" He hiccuped loudly.

Below the benches, pushing a cart loaded with barrels and wine-skins, a four-armed bug-like fellow approached. He shouted up to the pair. "Oi there! You lads want any more o' this? I'm about to get outta this stinkin' place...head back down the river Styx…"

It appeared the mezzo-demon was hawking booze.

Likewise, it looked like the main event had come to an end.

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The stocky, short satyr kept looking at Ralph Crenshaw while the rest of the little fey-folk scattered to the rafters.

He glanced over his shoulder then straight back at Ralph, the Dreaming Knight. "Sorry, Champion. It's...bad time. Everyone scared. Queen dead. Grand Vizier Aov sent me to find yoo. He queen's advisor. Big-little guy. Castle prolly already destroyed. If you wanna go, I'll lead." He gestured around at the hiding faeries. "They too scared. They stay. Or run. I take."

He started to hobble toward the door.

Orland and his wife scurried to the pantry, gathering dried meats, hard-boiled eggs, hunks of cheeses, some bits of bread, and stuffed them into a basket which they shoved at Ralph. They both nodded gravely.

The satyr continued out into the rain, pausing only for a moment to make sure the Dreaming Knight was following.

The little horned and hooved guy marched straight into the nearby woods which were thick with a smokey haze.

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(Everyone, Eovin, Alan, Selythin, Ralph, and cowboy Jones take an inspiration. I'm seeing some great roleplaying here. Really happy how the story is coming together. Hope you're still with us Josiah! Ralph, you're almost there! Another level-up is on the way as well. I think you're all experienced players, but remember sometimes things are tough and discretion the better part of valor. Cheers! Love this game. 🤗🎲🎲)

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jmucchiello

Adventurer
OOC: Clarification, please. The bleachers. Are they facing us or are they facing away from us?

How much distance separates the carts and the rowboat?


Eovin investigates the rowboat at a safe distance as long as there's smoke to hide in. She hopes to overhear the people on the boat talking to figure out if they are friend or foe. If there's no way to approach the boat with cover, she abandons the idea and goes back to the carts.
 

Mark Chance

Boingy! Boingy!
The satyr continued out into the rain, pausing only for a moment to make sure the Dreaming Knight was following.
"Wait up," Ralph said, walking into the barn. He gathered up his stuff, making sure his sketch book was wrapped well to protect it from the weather. A few minutes later, he walked out of the barn, quarterstaff in hand, the hood of his cloak pulled over his head. "Let's go, dude."

The little horned and hooved guy marched straight into the nearby woods which were thick with a smokey haze.
Ralph sniffs the air. "Is that something burning?"
 

JharyOConnah

Explorer
(The rowboat, cart, and bleachers are all about equidistant. About 60ft from/to each other. Bleachers face the castle. The three creatures are, as of yet, unaware of you.)
 
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JharyOConnah

Explorer
"The woods is burning, Champion of the Grail. Most was already lost when Aov sent me. The queen already died. They sent a rescue party after the princess, they did. Same to yoo. I'm bringin' ya, but not sure tah what..." He sniffled, but played it off as irritation from the smoke.

The little satyr put a hanky to his nose as he spoke. Ralph wasn't sure where the handkerchief came from. The little guy wasn't wearing any pants.

The trees all around them smoldered and smoked, but it looked like most of the actual burning was over.

The horn-and-hooved fellow kept clopping through the once-lush forest now turned to bleak hell-scape.

Through the thick of trees and haze, Ralph Crenshaw could see a cart. He also noted the deep ruts in the mud indicating the wagon's path.

He heard voices up ahead. Saw movements on top of the horse-drawn cart.

"Hey! That's the--" "Shhh!" "Maybe that's the Champion?" "That's not him, he's got a white mustache and beard!" "Oh no! Just as the tough, tiny lady flew away..."

The satyr paused and ducked behind a tree.

(Ralph and friend are on the west side of the river, even further south-west behind Jim and Bo's horse-drawn cart, as seen on the map above.)

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jmucchiello

Adventurer
Eovin flies back to the cart. "Stay quiet," she says as she leads them to the river and turns them toward the rowboat. "Follow this riverbank," she says and again flies forward. At around 12 feet in the air, she approaches the rowboat. She makes a "shh" sound and descends toward the rowboat. "Stay quiet. There's an ogre and a troll just over there. I have friends riding towards you from that direction. I hope you are friendly."

(I assume she is in front of Zenythin, hoping he will not rush off toward the bleachers.)
 

Mark Chance

Boingy! Boingy!
He heard voices up ahead. Saw movements on top of the horse-drawn cart.

"Hey! That's the--" "Shhh!" "Maybe that's the Champion?" "That's not him, he's got a white mustache and beard!" "Oh no! Just as the tough, tiny lady flew away..."

The satyr paused and ducked behind a tree.
"Why are you hiding? Do the forces of Chaos usually trundle about in carts?"

Ralph watches the cart and those in it, not particularly concerned if he's seen.
 

William Smith1

Explorer
Rock looked around for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Behind him the spire with its donut city hovering high above, ahead where Sylvania should be was nothing but charred forest. A thin haze of smoke surrounded him. He laughed to himself, Humph, ‘Rock’, how that nickname stuck even in his head. His little sister could not pronounce his real name – Sirocco, calling him Sir Rocko. His friends condensed this to Rock to tease him about his hard head. Rock could beat the best of them at their head butting contests as their tribe wandered the Hinterlands. How simple it had seemed back in Sigil to travel the Outlands once again and find his old tribe, reconnect with his brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends. Those that did not want to explore the planes like him. Who were content to live the lives of simple Bariaur frolicking in the Hinterlands and ignoring the swirl of the planes around them. No, Rock was an explorer, a seeker of something, he knew not what. When he finally discovered the City of Doors he finally felt like he had found the place he was looking for. The Sensates taught him that to achieve ones destiny he must ‘experience’ many things. Rock explored the planes with gusto, visiting not only those planes that were ‘safe’ but also those lower planes where the Demons and Devils laired. He experienced many things both terrifying and sublime. Each time he returned to Sigil he recorded those experiences at the Civic Festhall for any who were too timid to actually travel to the places he had been. Once Factol Erin Montgomery even suggested he become a Factor of the Faction. Rock declined thinking that position would restrict his travels. All was well until the portals started going barmy. Some stopped working at all and some went to places they had not gone before. Was the Lady herself going barmy? The Bleakers thought so but they did not risk her wrath by publishing their theories in the Tempus Sigilian. Rock had friends and acquaintances in most of the factions, although he tended to avoid the Mercykillers and the Hardheads. Even more determined to return to the Hinterlands, Rock worked with Lissandra the Gatekeeper for weeks until they found a portal that would take him to the Outlands. He gladly paid Lissandra her jink and after securing the gate key from Alluvius Ruskin, he leaped through to the Outlands. What he found there was not what he expected. Instead of the land he remembered with its infinite variety, he only found decay, death, and destruction. Even travel from place to place seemed to take much longer than it had before. He was about to give up and find a way back to Sigil when…..
 
"I'm with you," said Alan the tailor. Then he motioned to Page and Bradrick to be quiet as they could, then asked: "what do you need of me?"
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Selythin surveyed his troops and looked at the ennemies they could be facing: two giant monsters and a fiend. It would be a bloodbath unless the circumstances change, somehow. Perhaps subterfuge was an option, but that was a huge risk.

are you all armed?” He asked. He put his bow, arrows and his javelins on thebottom of the boat for the taking. “Lay low and listen. We need information, but the monsters over there may outmatch us. Let’s keep an eye on that cart, there may be allies or foes
 

jmucchiello

Adventurer
"Hello, I'm right in front of you," Eovin says to Selythin floating lower to the ground. "I came from the cart and it doesn't contain anyone who can stand up to the ogre, let alone the fiend. Did you notice the troll? We should avoid those monsters. Maybe row your boat to the castle."
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
OOC: i am assuming robin is not a visible, please let me know if that isn’t the case


Selythin looks at the diminutive fey in surprise, but a stern resolve come over him: “You are right. Do your friends on the cart need a lift to the castle? It may be the safest path for them. Also, can you listen in on the monsters and report what they say? You may be better equipped than us to escape detection”
 

jmucchiello

Adventurer
As the cart catches up to the boat Eovin introduces the humans she knows to the people she just met. "These carters are not up to fighting those monsters over there, I think. If we could...." Her voice trails off as the fey who were on the boat see Alan and Page for the first time.

"Good, they aren't my problem any more. I'll go scouting." She flies off toward the stands to see if the ogre and troll are still talking.

OOC: Hope I didn't take too many liberties there.
 
"You're a pixie," said Alan flatly, unbelieving.

Then, as he watched the pixie go off, he felt the urge to shout and ask if this pixie knew Page, and then thought better of it. Instead, he turned to Selythin. "I'm not armed, no. Do you have a rapier? It's a long, thin sword, about this big."
 

JharyOConnah

Explorer
Ralph Crenshaw chided the satyr for hiding. The horned guy rolled his eyes and huffed, pointing to his right at a corpse in a little clearing (Laynard from Eovin's caravan, for those keeping score).

"Chaos can be ANYTHING Sir Champion. Best be careful..."

Crenshaw, though, was out in the open. He watched as a little pixie (Eovin) descended to the cart and spoke. The cart, horses and all the fey-folk went on their way toward the riverbank. The little fairies waved at Ralph as the cart rolled away.

They turned and continued northward.

The little pixie flew forward and made contact with prince Selythin and his boat-load of companions. Zenythin watched it all unfold with a bemused expression.

The satyr looked at Sir Ralph as the cart trundled away toward the group at the boat. He shrugged and ran to follow the Dreaming Knight who was chasing.

Jim and Bo stood sheepishly waving at Page, Alan Oake, and Bradrick.

These mundane humans were surrounded by half-a-dozen fey-folk of various shapes and sizes. They immediately started to talk over and at one another.

"That's Page! Did she find the princess?" "Is THAT the princess?" "Do you think this take-charge pixie is related to Aov?" "Is that Gunther behind us with the mustache-less-champion?"

Page climbed out of the boat and ran to the group of fey on the cart. They were all smiling and laughing.

Eovin continued her discussion with those gathered. Some of the lil fey-folk waved behind the cart as Ralph and the satyr approached.

"Hey, Champion! Where's yoo mustache?" "Gunther! This is bad!" "Gunther, this lady gonna help us!" "These elves too!"

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JharyOConnah

Explorer
"Hmmph..."

The man at the entrance to the ship looked at Josiah Jones and Kaylee.

"Some cargo...to be unloaded at destination. We've got room for one or two more capable working men."

He kept looking at Jones, trying to sort SOMETHING out with his tiny brain.

"Go on up. Ask for Mr. Brown. He'll give you orders...Next!"

Jones went up the ramp, Kaylee/Infiri at his side. Asking for Mr. Brown led them toward a tiny office on the crew deck.

As Josiah walked and looked around he started to get a bad feeling about the ship.

Crates were being loaded through bay doors on the main deck. Both Kaylee and Jones could hear noises coming from inside the cargo containers.

"It's gotta be people in there. I may be running but this injustice cannot stand." Kaylee looked extremely angry. Jones could see fire behind her eyes.

"This is a slave ship. And my brothers make ME hide. Look at what they allow..."

They approached the office door. On the outside, in flaking lettering it read: Crew Management, Horatio Brown

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