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

[JharyOConnah]

Ralph connected, a deep gouge into the center of the chaos beast.

It recoiled in pain. Black blood spattered onto the floor. The thing shrieked wildly and swung a gnarly claw at Sir Ralph.

The Dreaming Knight was too quick, though, putting his shield skillfully between himself and the snarling monster.

(The beast is very hurt. Your turn again, Ralph!)

* * *

Zenythin rolled his eyes at his cousin as he took the sword, a fine blade in its own right, but not vibrating menacingly like the black blade. He gave it a few "practice stabs" in the air.

"Fear not, dearest cousin. I shall not reflect badly upon your good name.."

He still chuckled slightly. His gaze lingered on Prince Selythin's own other-worldly features, and the devil-tainted elf took the look as a comment as well.

Cousin Zenythin quickly changed the subject as Selythin went to cast the rope.

"Well, well.. What do we have here? First flying chaos creatures...now chaos fishes?"

The prince couldn't help but feel like Zenythin's continued laughter was directed at him.

(Just to be clear. Nothing was detected with Divine Sense. Your STR roll is plenty good enough to pull in the catch.)

(Just to be DOUBLE clear. The people in the water are Alan Oake and the burly bully, Bradrick, sucked down the well and now strangely here in this river.)

* * *

 

[tglassy]

Josiah hopped into the wagon and set off.

 

[Mark Chance]

The Dreaming Knight was too quick, though, putting his shield skillfully between himself and the snarling monster.

(The beast is very hurt. Your turn again, Ralph!)

Ralph shifted to the right, looking for another opening. There! Strike now! He swung the sword again, hoping his timing was right....

Attack Roll = 21
Damage Roll = 10

 

[JharyOConnah]

Josiah Jones climbed onto one of two horses. Kaylee took the other.

(No wagon, just two mounts.)

They galloped away from the small boomtown, through the rain and wind and mud.

Two days passed and they came to a small port city. Although Jones had the feeling they'd been followed, he couldn't find evidence of anyone on their trail.

In the hills above the town, Kaylee pointed at a large, barge-type boat in the harbor.

"That's it. We'll need it to get out of this realm and into the next. I have coordinates for the navigation equipment..."

She paused.

"I'm sorry. If we do this correctly we may still save SOME Innocents."

Kaylee/Infiri put her small hand on Jones's shoulder.

* * *

Ralph Crenshaw swung again at the slathering chaos beast.

Another solid hit. He slashed the thing into pieces. It burst into a million tiny wisps.

The old man was gone. There was nothing he could do.

The rain kept up it's loud pitter patter on the roof. Ralph heard a distant scream.

Oh no! Orland!

* * *

 

[Steve Gorak]

Zenythin rolled his eyes at his cousin as he took the sword, a fine blade in its own right, but not vibrating menacingly like the black blade. He gave it a few "practice stabs" in the air.

"Fear not, dearest cousin. I shall not reflect badly upon your good name.."

He still chuckled slightly. His gaze lingered on Prince Selythin's own other-worldly features, and the devil-tainted elf took the look as a comment as well.

Cousin Zenythin quickly changed the subject as Selythin went to cast the rope.

"Well, well.. What do we have here? First flying chaos creatures...now chaos fishes?"

The prince couldn't help but feel like Zenythin's continued laughter was directed at him.

(Just to be clear. Nothing was detected with Divine Sense. Your STR roll is plenty good enough to pull in the catch.)

(Just to be DOUBLE clear. The people in the water are Alan Oake and the burly bully, Bradrick, sucked down the well and now strangely here in this river.)

Selithin ignored his cousin’s impertinence, although he felt the devil in him pushing to use the blacksword and stop the laughter.

He had a more pressing issue at hand, and focused on reeling in the two struggling people. He did so quietly until they reached the boat and could lift themselves onto it. He then proceeds to coil his rope and waits for them to introduce themselves.

 

[tglassy]

Josiah was over it. He understood that people died. He also understood that there was nothing else he could do. Holding on to things wasn't in his nature. If the only way to save anyone was to go to that boat, then he'd get to that boat.

Of course, he was putting a lot of trust into what Infiri was saying. He felt that the god was being truthful. He also felt that he never trusted anyone completely.

He didn't talk back. He didn't need any more explanation. He just kicked his horse into motion, heading to the barge.

 

[JharyOConnah]

Josiah Jones and Kaylee rode slowly through the rain drenched town on the edge of the sea.

The people here looked miserable and every business around seemed a seedy dive or worse. Creeps leaned on every corner post. Not a one seemed like honest, regular folk.

They found the specific berth of the ship easily enough, but there were plenty of rough looking characters around.

Cargo was being loaded onto the ship.

Kaylee looked to Jones for guidance.

(Jones give me a perception check and general strategy for entering the ship and anything else you might want to do.)

* * *

 

[Mark Chance]

The rain kept up it's loud pitter patter on the roof. Ralph heard a distant scream.

Oh no! Orland!

Shield up, head down, new sword at the ready, Ralph charged from the barn, heading toward Orland's home, as alert as possible for danger...

OOC: Passive Perception = 11.

 

[tglassy]

Josiah Perception. : 1D20+2 = [7]+2 = 9


Off to a great start.

Josiah walks right up to the ship to gain passage.

 

[jmucchiello]

"Who's a hero? What queen is dead? What is going on?" Eovin says. "Bo? What happened to you? To your cart?"

(ooc: I asked in the OOC thread how we're doing hit points for leveling up. Average? Max? Roll?)