D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[gargoyleking]

Harb had been up earlier than most, as was his habit. He'd taken note of the frost. But aside a precursory inspection to make sure that she was not in danger, nor somehow holding the ring, he left her alone and gone to work on his daily Katas. He was still at it as she awoke.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Chult
Morning
Round 0

Con save: 2D20.HIGH(1)+2 = [15, 1]+2 = 17

Dellrak woke the next morning feeling much better. He groaned and stretched his aching limbs, wiping away the sweat that was already forming, before he set to making breakfast.

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Save:
Move:
Free Object Interaction:
Action:
Bonus Action: Planar Warrior
Reaction: Opportunity Attack
Conditions:
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Dellrak Character Sheet
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 15
HP: 28/28 HD: 3/3d10+2

Bolts: 20
Bolts used:
Arrows: 19
Arrows used:

Detect Portal (1/R): Within 1 mile
Planar Warrior: As a bonus action, choose one creature you can see within 30 feet of you. The next time you hit that creature on this turn with a weapon attack, all damage dealt by the attack becomes force damage, and the creature takes an extra 1d8 force damage from the attack. When you reach 11th level in this class, the extra damage increases to 2d8.
Primeval Awareness (action and spell slot): For one minute per level of spell slot, detect within 1 mile (6 in favored terrain) aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This feature doesn’t reveal the creatures’ location or number.

Spells
1) 3/3 Protection from Evil/Good (Horizon Walker), Jump, Goodberry, Longstrider
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[sblock=Party]
Rodrigo Di Castalone - male human fighter
Miss Imogen - female samurai, party member, Zhentarim
Chrysagon - male aasimar paladin, Order of the Gauntlet, Kelemvor
Harb - male human monk
Qawasha (NPC) - Chultan druid
Kupalue (Weed, NPC) - vegepygmy
Wulf Rygor (NPC) - Half-elf scoutmaster, Camp Vengeance
Tarri (NPC) - cartographer, Camp Vengeance
Kasqa (NPC) - Chultan warrior, Camp Vengeance
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[Fradak]

Lying on the floor, Chrysagon opened his eyes and observed for a few moments the colorful bird that had pulled him from sleep by his shouts. The blazing parrot seemed unaware of the threat to the mortal creatures of this world. He was just living his life, carefree, at least that's what Chrysagon thought before the bird turned around, showing the other half of his exposed skull and his orbit full of swarming maggots.

A profound despair invaded the Paladin. That feeling that whatever he did, his quest was hopeless. It's been 10 days since they landed on Chult and no serious lead had appeared to them. They were advancing straight ahead, going from encampment to encampment, without any specific goal. His god, usually always by his side, had abandoned him and condemned him to wander in this endless jungle.

Chrysagon got up painfully and put on his chainmail before joining his companions already busy in the camp. His face low, he forced himself to eat. But could not help but think of the helpless man who had begged him to save his dead son in Port Nyanzaru. His mind clouded by his dark thoughts, he crushed the bread he was holding in his clenched fist and got up.

"I'm ready to go."

 

[gargoyleking]

Once finishing his Katas Harb sat down, unfurled a sheet of cloth over his bed roll and began assembling an odd assortment of medical supplies. He'd raided the linen room at Camp Righteous and torn a sheet up into bandages. And during their time in the jungle, he'd followed Qwasha's instructions for finding a variety of herbal cures and even Tarri had helped to train him in some emergency healing techniques. Now he inspected these supplies one last time before stuffing them into a pouch in a very specific way. This, he hung across his chest in such a way as to have easy access to it's contents when in need.

Once packed up, he stood once more, staff in hand and waited for the rest to be ready to set off.

 

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo got up a little later, having taken the middle watch. He felt better. He was happy about how he had fought the day before... perhaps he was finally getting his fighting instincts sorted out? He only had his skills to contribute, no blessings...

He saw Chrysagon 's glum face and headed over.

"Thank you for your help yesterday. Your God's blessing warded us"

He looked towards their destination. "Perhaps from up there we will find some clue..."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen folded her blanket, and packed it up, damp as it was with the dew. Her sickness had left her -- a cold, no doubt. But she wasn't hungry this morning, and so stayed away from the breakfast fire.

It was to be another day's travel. She chose not to put her leather armour on this morning, choosing instead to wear the clean gown that she had been saving. It felt good, pulling the cool fabric over her skin, the loose blouse allowing her flesh to breathe. She didn't know why, but she felt good about her choice. This was going to be a good day, she told herself.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The sticks and their allies hiked through the jungle for another full day. By the late afternoon, they reached the base of the high cliff that they would have to climb to reach Mbala. A narrow path was cut into the cliff face which zig-zagged back and forth as it rose. There was no prospect of reaching the top before nightfall, so they made camp in a depression between several large boulders which had been shed from the cliff in years gone by.

Very high overhead, a bird-like creature flew. It was difficult to make out against the darkening sky, but it glided like a bird of prey searching for food. The group set a two-person watch; one to keep an eye on the jungle, the other to look to the skies.

A few hours into the night, it began to rain. As the night went on, the rain increased, pouring from the cliff in waterfalls and hammering on the tarp that they hastily rigged between the boulders. By dawn, the depression was a pool and everything and everyone was soaked through. The depression was thick with mud, and as they packed up the camp, mud slid from the cliff and washed through, taking two bedrolls and a cook-pot away. Kasqa was nearly swept away himself as he tried to rescue them.

They were soggy and covered with mud as they began to make their way up the cliff. Now the trail was a creek and the group stopped several times hoping that the rain would let up, but it did not. By midday, when they stopped for a meal, they had only gone less than half of the two-thousand foot climb to the top. They were faced with the prospect of having to go back or risk the possibility of making the final ascent in the dark.

OOC: Which is it? Back down, or keep going? Qawasha wants to go down, and Wulf wants to go up. The rest of the NPCs abstain from voting, not that it's a democracy. Technically Wulf is in charge, but he's willing to listen to opinions before he makes a final decision.

 

[gargoyleking]

"It may be that these flying lizardmen are nocturnal. If such is the case, I would prefer not to be caught on a thin ledge shooting at shadows in the night sky. The rain might give us the benefit of cover, but is likely to make this climb treacherous."

 

[Ancalagon]

"We either need a place we can camp on this cliff, or a better starting point - we lost a lot of time this morning because of the mud..."

 

[Kobold Stew]

"As long as the cartographers are willing to go on, I say proceed. Possibly two or three of us could make better time, and reach the top before dark. That way we can effectively provide cover for the rest," Miss Imogen suggests.