D&D 5E (IC) Rise of the Dracolich

[tglassy]

OOC: Wow. We are sucking at this. From now on, no more sea missions!

 

[Ancalagon]

Ooc: could Mord or Sesto provide guidance to others nearby? It might help Alhana, and it might nudge Kalorn into success.

 

[gargoyleking]

Ooc: could Mord or Sesto provide guidance to others nearby? It might help Alhana, and it might nudge Kalorn into success.

OOC: Sure, as long as he isn't using it for himself at that exact moment. You don't mind being guided in your tasks by some dark unknowable being, right?

 

[Ancalagon]

OOC: Sure, as long as he isn't using it for himself at that exact moment. You don't mind being guided in your tasks by some dark unknowable being, right?

Ooc: he'll take the help gladly.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: Sure. there are eight oars a side and two people per oar. 32 rowers and 52 people aboard. So at any given time, there are 20 people *not* rowing. During their off-time, buffers can buff, in particular to help those who appear to be struggling. Casting Guidance over and over again for hours is probably a lot of work, though. If you *still* don't make it, everyone is going to be pretty tired.

 

[Ancalagon]

Kalorn recognized the spell. Guidance... that wasn't a necromancer's spell... and whom was guiding?

Nevertheless, his leg stopped twitching and he fell into a rhythm. Soon he was lending his strength to the ship.

Guidance rowing: 1D4 = [3] = 3


Ooc: total is now 12, success!

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: Well, this is always exciting. We have 4 successes, and 4 almost-certain failures. With only Alhana to roll. Presumably Sesto will give her Guidance, and we'll see if you can push through the Red Rocks before nightfall...

 

[Prickly Pear]

Sesto was not very good at rowing. During his session he was focused on doing it right, albeit with a little help from Lathander. He was so focused that he didn't noticed that anyone else might have struggled.

 

[Charwoman Gene]

Despite her inexperience and slender appearance, Alhana rows fairly competently.

OOC: Athletics: 1D20 = [13] = 13

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The crew and their guests were on the verge of exhaustion, madly rowing against the high seas in the driving rain. The sky darkened as the sun set in the east, though it had been behind dark clouds for many hours. Finally, the Frostskimmr rounded a massive jutting rock and the crew let out a cheer, raising their oars. The wind shifted away from the looming cliffs and blew fair for the sea.

"That was the last of the Red Rocks!" explained Loklafd, excitedly. "It will be safe now to sail through the night. There are Sahuagin - terrible Fish-Folk - living among the Red Rocks, and had we not passed that rock before night fell, we would have had to shelter in a little cove known to be crawling with them."

The sail was raised and everyone but a small group of sailors was allowed to rest for the night. The ship still rose and fell violently, crashing over the rolling waves, but the worst of the weather was behind them.