D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly
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Miss Imogen looks at the carnage, and once the battle has quelled, she lines up the bodies neatly in a row at the end of the wharf. there's nothing elegant about the procedure, even though after the first is in place one of the sailors helps her with the others. There is going to be no indication that this was a mistake, but similarly there is going to be no clear evidence of what happened.
She retrieves and cleans her arrows, and, when the opportunity to leave the dock is presented (even if it means spending the night on a ship in harbour) she happily accepts.
She helps pack some of the sail cloths in the bow, and uses them as a tarp attached to the forestay to sleep on the deck. The rain comes, and her plan proves ineffective, so she joins the others below decks in order to stay dry.
They are still up at dawn, and she slices some fruit and hard cheese that were in her pack and still edible, sharing it around to the others, including the sailors.
She retrieves and cleans her arrows, and, when the opportunity to leave the dock is presented (even if it means spending the night on a ship in harbour) she happily accepts.
She helps pack some of the sail cloths in the bow, and uses them as a tarp attached to the forestay to sleep on the deck. The rain comes, and her plan proves ineffective, so she joins the others below decks in order to stay dry.
They are still up at dawn, and she slices some fruit and hard cheese that were in her pack and still edible, sharing it around to the others, including the sailors.
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
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By the time the bodies are lined up, and the contents of the ship are re-stowed after the group's inspection, the wall of grey had moved across the bay, obscuring the lights from all of the boats. By the time the ship was away from the dock and anchored, water was driving down on the deck and running from the gutters at such a colossal rate that it was hard to hear over the noise of it.
After the damage it had taken, the ship leaked. Perhaps it had leaked before, but maybe not so badly. At any rate, sailors had to pump water out on regular intervals. It became quickly clear that no-one was going to get much in the way of a night's rest, and instead, someone broke out a smelly oil lantern and a deck of cards.
"If that boat that attacked us didn't put right back in to shore, that necklace of yours is at the bottom of the bay." said one of the smugglers.
Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Rodrigo snorted
"My father warned me about this. He told me that for every great victory, there would be another one that would turn out utterly pointless. His company once took a tower that had been under siege for 6 months. Powerful wards so no magic. They got in through a sewer pipe, had to crawl in, spent hours sawing away at metal bars, lost 20 men. 1 months after that, peace treaty signed, tower handed back to the original owner."
"... and yet. Some good may come come of this?"
"My father warned me about this. He told me that for every great victory, there would be another one that would turn out utterly pointless. His company once took a tower that had been under siege for 6 months. Powerful wards so no magic. They got in through a sewer pipe, had to crawl in, spent hours sawing away at metal bars, lost 20 men. 1 months after that, peace treaty signed, tower handed back to the original owner."
"... and yet. Some good may come come of this?"
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Miss Imogen almost sneers at the possibility that their quarry is on the ocean floor, but she says nothing.
When Rodrigo speaks, Miss Imogen points her knife at him, offering him the wedge of apple that leans upon it. "Some good we hope. Wherever the object is, we have ensured that it didn't make its way through the Coils. We can accept that and head back, or we can see if we can follow any trace of things."
Fradak
Explorer
Taking care of Dellrak's wound, Chrysagon hears Rodrigo's story. It reminds him some wisdom he learned some time ago in a moment of doubt.
"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.", said Chrysagon as if he was talking to himself.
"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.", said Chrysagon as if he was talking to himself.
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
'Harb' had taken the opportunity to find out the names of the dead. For each he wrote their names onto scraps of paper which he placed into their mouths. Once out to sea he went quiet except as necessary. He helped where needed and worked hard at the pumps.
Squirrels are evil!
Squirrels are evil!
Dellrak isn't sure about exactly what is going on at the moment. Missing most of the fight had put him off for certain, but if these were the smuggler's than the group in the boat were the original men sent to fetch the necklace? He wasn't sure and it wasn't his place to be asking questions or trying to tell the others this didn't feel altogether correct. Some piece of the puzzle was lost or tampered with so the whole picture was a bit a skewed, just not so much that the dwarf could tell what it was.
After thanking Chyrsagon for his closing of his wounds the dwarf was melancholy and grumpier than before, but when asked about it, he just complained that he couldn't get dry or warm in the leaky boat, and he was tired of having water in his boots.
At breakfast he ate little and talked less than "Harb" if that were truly possible.
After thanking Chyrsagon for his closing of his wounds the dwarf was melancholy and grumpier than before, but when asked about it, he just complained that he couldn't get dry or warm in the leaky boat, and he was tired of having water in his boots.
At breakfast he ate little and talked less than "Harb" if that were truly possible.
"Dellrack? Harb?" Miss Imogen asks. "I am content to return now, trusting that the other group has hopefully secured our quarry. But I recognize this is a mystery, and if either of you wish to pursue, to attempt to track where the other ship may have gone by following the coast, we can do so."
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