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

[EarlyBird]

"Now, now. Everyone calm down." a portly man dressed in a white shirt and smock says as he pushes through the crowd. He joins Zanword in between the new arrivals and the crowd.

"You all are just on edge after the news from Nulb," the innkeeper says in a deep commanding voice. "One Ingundi wouldn't venture forth from the swamp, and wouldn't come this far south without someone knowing it."

The man turns back to Templeton and Zanword. "You say you speak for this.. um dragonman," he looks both men over and brings a towel up to cover his nose. "Then we will leave it to you to see he does nothing to harm anyone in the village."

The crowd grumbles but settles down letting Zanword to lead the other two back to the private room and the awaiting breakfast.

 

[Binder Fred]

“Ah. Well. Looks like we won’t be entertained today, my dear,” Rana commented, deliberately loud enough to be overheard. Then the old lady nursed her tea, one eye still on what was left of the probably-not-a-mess winding down through the double doors...

“What would be the shape of it though, this spell? How would you go about-“ she vaguely gestured with a piece of cheese “- tying it down?" A pause, as if considering how much to reveal... "Fey powers- Fey powers always have to be tied to something in the world, you know, or it fades.”


OOC: Using Guidance/Favor of the Fey to boost Gwylla’s roll to (Free association: 1D4 = [3] = 3) a 17.
Does that give us anything else, EB? About physical anchor(s) for the Sealing in particular

 

[hero4hire]

Templeton began to pile copious amounts of food onto a plate and sat down. The others were on again about their hocus pocus. Of he couldn't trap it, kill it or eat it...he tried not to think about it. "Oo! There's cheese!" He exclaimed eyeing Rana's gesturing hand greedily.

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[River Song]

Rebekah looked condescendingly down her nose at the late comers, they had ruined her breakfast without so much as a by-your-leave. It was if they didn't know that punctuality was the first sign of good manners.

"Gwylla dear, would you be a delight and pass the cream?" she examined her pastry with a sad sigh, it was probably ruined now. The smell of young Templeton was clashing with the previously heady aromas of the meal and the thought of taking another bite was nauseating. It really was a ridiculous collection of ill mannered and foul smelling companions as anyone could have the misfortune of acquiring.

With a smile to the other half-elf she poured a small measure of cream into her tea and sipped slowly, savouring the smell as it masked the aroma of some of her more fragrant fellows. If only there was some way of shutting out the sound of them masticating noisily.... sigh.

"Ah mistress Rana, what delights does your crystal ball or dare I say cauldron have in store for us today?" she really couldn't help needling the old woman.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Hommlet/Inn of the Welcome Wench
25 Goodmonth
7:47 AM
Round 0

Emmyr was up at dawn with the servants of the inn as they prepared the common room for the day. The dwarf forlornly studied the small stash of coins they had remaining. They could pay the innkeeper at the end of their week, but would have little else after.

Tucking the purse away, Emmyr thought maybe he would keep an eye open to -- discretely -- acquire some funds for them while they stayed. He sipped from his flask of ale -- what good dwarf didn’t have a good, stiff drink first thing in the morning? -- and waited by the fire for the Lady Rebekah to rise. She found him standing sentry in the hallway outside her room when she emerged in the morning, and he carried down her request for a private breakfast room to the inn staff, then stood about making sure they got everything just right.

The meal was delicious, and expansive, and hopefully not more than they could afford, the frugal dwarf thought with concern. Of course, he would never to deign to sit at table with a lady, so he stood at the door awaiting Lady Rebekah’s pleasure as she ate, trying not to let his own stomach rumble too much. He would grab a bit of whatever was left after the others were finished.

With the scream from outside the room, Emmyr lifted his axes from his belt and opened the door. He preceded Lady Rebekah from the room for her safety when she went to investigate the commotion. It turned out Templeton and Hexeiros had shown up.

“Shall I throw them out, milady?” Emmyr asked Lady Rebekah, eying Hexeiros and Templeton -- and trying not to smell the ratcatcher. They may have been comrades-in-arms yesterday, but they still were relative strangers.

Zanword and the innkeeper managed to calm everyone, and Hexeiros and Templeton joined them in the private room. Emmyr scowled in disgust as Templeton plopped down and began piling food. That smelly bastard had best leave some for a dwarf!

Spotting Lady Rebekah’s discomfort, Emmyr opened the door and called over one of the wenches. They had a conversation in hushed tones, he handed her a bit of coin, and then the young woman left. She returned a few moments later for another conversation and handed Emmyr something.

Emmyr walked over behind Lady Rebekah. “Milady,” he said gruffly, slipping something into her hand beneath the table. It was soft, silky, and proved to be a nice, small perfumed silk sachet filled with fragrant herbs and dried flowers, designed to be settle in a young woman’s bodice to give off its pleasant fragrance, or kept in a clothes chest with finer gowns.

OOC: Did we ever decide how to divide up the loot?

[sblock=Party Loot]
16 sp
10 cp
Blue quartz, 10 gp
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[sblock=Emmyr’s Rolls & Actions]
Move:
Action:
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Inspiration:
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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]
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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[sblock=Enemies]
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[Neurotic]

OOC: Did we ever decide how to divide up the loot?

[sblock=Party Loot]
16 sp
10 cp
Blue quartz, 10 gp
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OOC: It seems to me we decided to divide it into too fancy rooms and breakfasts. While good RP, we really should have some extras eventually and not spend everything on keeping up the charade. These are coppers for the moment, but Zanword will eventually speak up, he has a ship to rebuild.

 

[industrygothica]

Hexiros picks up two plates. He tosses two pieces of dry toast on one, and fills the other with a bit of everything else. He largely ignores the conversation at the table, and finally walks over by the dwarf standing guard at the door. He holds out the full plate of food to Emmyr. "I'll post up here, you eat. You'll need your energy to serve your lady." Hexiros's eyes are honest and non-judgmental. He doesn't quite understand the dwarf's undying loyalty to this woman, bu the understands that their business is theirs alone. Regardless, he may have to fight next to the dwarf again soon, and he'd rather the fellow be refreshed an on his game when they did it.

OOC: Hexiros is all leveled up and ready to go. Sorry for the delay.

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[B]AC:[/B] 16; [B]HP:[/B] [COLOR=#FF000]24[/COLOR]/24
[B]Initiative:[/B] -1
[B]Saves:[/B] STR +5, CON +4
[B]Passive Perception:[/B] 11
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Draconian
[B]Current XP:[/B] 250
[B]Level:[/B] 1

[B]Skills:[/B] Animal Handling +3, Athletics +5, Intimidation +4, Survival +3
[B]Stats:[/B] Str 17 (+3), Dex 8 (-1), Con 14 (+2), Int 10 (+0), Wis 12 (+1), Cha 14 (+2)

-[B]Inspiration[/B]? [ ] Yes, [[COLOR=#FF0000]X[/COLOR]] No
-[B]Second Wind[/B]? [[COLOR=#FF0000]X[/COLOR]] Available, [ ] Used
-[B]Breath Weapon[/B]? [[COLOR=#FF0000]X[/COLOR]] Available, [ ]Used

 

[EarlyBird]

[sblock=Seals roll of 17]

“Ah. Well. Looks like we won’t be entertained today, my dear,” Rana commented, deliberately loud enough to be overheard. Then the old lady nursed her tea, one eye still on what was left of the probably-not-a-mess winding down through the double doors...

“What would be the shape of it though, this spell? How would you go about-“ she vaguely gestured with a piece of cheese “- tying it down?" A pause, as if considering how much to reveal... "Fey powers- Fey powers always have to be tied to something in the world, you know, or it fades.”


OOC: Using Guidance/Favor of the Fey to boost Gwylla’s roll to (Free association: 1D4 = [3] = 3) a 17.
Does that give us anything else, EB? About physical anchor(s) for the Sealing in particular

OOC: Gwylla (with some fey help) remembers that the magic used was a kind of Antipathy spell. An 8th lvl enchantment

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[Neurotic]

After the group ate in peace and relative (if smelly) quiet, Zanword clears his throat.
"Let's see what we've got. We know there are gnolls south of here, bandits north of here. We know at least one group is trying to get live captives and that they are willing to go far from their hideout. We believe the hideout is in the depths of the swamp right along some ancient imprisoned evil. And the symbol both groups use is the symbol of said ancient evil. With roads closed, it may be weeks before anyone in power gets word that something is amiss and by that time the bandits might get brave or numerous or desperate enough to attack the town. Unless someone decides that swamp is evil enough without them polluting it. So...some group of random people decides that they will investigate. Did I miss something?"

He looks around and his eyes settle on Rebecca.
"You, lady, might consider something more practical. Poise is all well and good. But such clothes will be destroyed within minutes in the swamp and you might become liability instead of an example. Consider it particularly bad case of slumming."

He looks around once more
"What do you all think? I will go regardless, as I follow Rana and Aridha and I think it is a given Rana will not allow anything festering in her swamp."

 

[Shayuri]

"Nothin' but her at least," Aridha finds time to quip in between mouthfuls of breakfast. She's not much better than Templeton in how she eats at the moment, though Rana and Zanword know she's not usually quite this voracious. The druid has grabbed pretty much all the ham and sausage she can reach, ignoring everything else, and is greedily munching on it.