D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

Listening to his companions discussion, Enseth tries to understand their concern. They seem looking for a light source in order to announce ourself to our allies posted on the city walls, smart move.

[N7 Memory Entry 589 365] Observation: Social beings tend to ignore Shield Guardians presence. The cause of this behavior is likely the "Fear of the Unknown" syndrome. More data are needed on this particular matter.

Enseth calculates that enlightening the boat, making us a better target, should be safe now that the wall of shield is in place. Devoted to help, Enseth lowers the flag of the ship, cuts a news flag from the sail, paints the heraldry of Daggerford on one side and the sigil of Master Gwaereth on the other side, attaches it to the rope, lights it up and raises the flag up the mast.

And trying awkwardly to have social interaction with living being, "Does it satisfy your concerns, Maester Illusionist?"

OOC: Enseth use his finger with incorporated pen&ink to draw the blazon & sigil and casts light on the white flag to create the beacon. if there is no sail, a white shirt would do the job.
 
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A bright light appears above him, and Tommi looks up to see a glowing banner (or is it a shirt?) raised by Enseth. He gives a thumbs-up to Enseth, to congratulate him. The beat of the drum is quick, and reminds him of a song.

He closes his eyes for a minute, and inspiration hits him. Tommi begins to sing.

"When I was out courting sweet Mildred of Thay
In sweet recreation to pass through the day
I never suspected when I lay in the grass
My head would be turned by a Daggerford lass."


His voice is loud, and not perfectly in tune, but he hopes it will carry over the water to the shore. This will identify the boat. And it may even let someone there know it's him. This is a song he's sung before when in his cups.

"She sat down beside me and took hold of my hand
Said I could come with her away from this land
Her smile and a kiss, they caused my heart to whirl
And my head was then turned by a Daggerford girl."


He's following the drumbeat carefully, and hoping that with his voice the beat won't skip any more, and the hobgoblin will not interrupt the rhythm. Tommi can see the hulking creature in the ship, and he knows he's trying to slow them down. Tommi's having none of it.

"I followed her home and I made her my wife
And that's where I've stayed for the rest of me life
And Mildred in Thay wonders where I had strayed
The day my head was turned by a Daggerford maid."


OOC: Performance? He's trying to be loud, not necessarily in tune. [roll0] plus (since no one else has taken Guidance) add [roll1].
 
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Enseth, Tommi & Sherlen Miller

Marshal Sherlen looked out over the river and watched her archer's arrows fall ineffectively into the goblin raiding boats. The local boat, which was being pursued was very nearly under the shelter of her fire, but the two pursuing boats were hugging the far shore and in the dark, the shots were difficult. But she knew from experience that if you fired enough arrows, eventually you would hit something important.

Suddenly the first of the two pursuit boats burst into light. A glowing banner raised on it's small mast. The high-notes of a song echoed across the river. She could only make out a few words, but she knew the voice. "Tommi! she said aloud and she shook her head in disbelief (like she usually did when she thought of him) "Archers! Lay off the second boat! Concentrate fire on the last boat! Fire at will!

She watched as twice as many arrows rained down on the third boat. Now get home to your mother, Tommi. she thought to herself.
 

The Hobgoblin seemed to think he was untouchable now that Angis was rowing instead of threatening. Dandin could tell that they were now lit up, and the arrows seemed to be off of them now, likely due to the flag and singing. They still needed a solid beat. And... The goblins perchance might be inspired to keep rowing by an example from their leader.

Dandin watches the Hobgoblin and the moment that the beat starts to go south, he snaps out a witty one-liner to get him back on track.

"By the gods! You are horrible at this! The village beggar could lay down a better beat, and he's deaf! Get it straight or you'll go for a swim!"

OOC: Viscious Mockery: DC 13 Wis, 1d4 dmg.


Squirrels are evil!
 

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Angis Honack
River
Evening
Round 0

Angis growled at the hobgoblin, but he was needed more to pull the oars and get the boat into shore and away from the pursuit.

“I swear t’ Moradin I’ll toss ye in, gobby,” Angis swore as the lighted flag went up, illuminating them and saving them from friendly fire.

[sblock=Angis’ Actions]
Move:
Free Object Interaction:
Action:
Bonus Action:
Conditions: Bardic Inspiration 1d6 (98/100 r)
Concentration:
Inspiration:
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 14
HP: 9/13 HD: 1/1d10

Bolts used: 4

Prepared Spells:

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[sblock=Party]
Tommi - human rogue urban bounty hunter
Lionel Hardcheese - halfling rogue folk hero, son of the local tavern owner (Happy Cow)
Dandin - halfling bard guild merchant
Snake of Trees - tabaxi sorcerer outlander
Enseth - warforged war cleric shield guardian
Angis Honack - dwarven ranger outlander merchant
Titus - human fighter waterdhavian noble
Drui Holderhock - dwarven cleric of Tempus soldier
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The Captured Boat


Now that they were no longer being fired upon, Titus ordered Bruno to take the captured raiding-boat directly in to the Daggerford docks. With Enseth lighting the way, and Angis, Drui, Lionel, Snake, and four goblins rowing, the old man steered for the docks. Arrows swooshed overhead and rained down on their pursuers, who quickly gave-up the chase and rowed furiously upriver to join the third of the three raiding boats. The two goblin-boats rowed eastwards and disappeared into the night.

The captured boat clonked into the dock not long after Janos' boat, and the river-folk jumped to help their new friends tie-off. Tired and battered, the group shipped their oars, secured their prisoners, and disembarked. They worked their way up the bank toward the River Gate. The wall was lined with militia and Sherlen Millar's voice could be heard ordering, "Open the gate!"

As the gate rumbled open, someone on the wall yelled, "Three cheers for the heroes of Southbank!" and the crowd on the wall held up their bows and yelled: "Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!"

Lady Morwen Daggerford could be seen at the top of the gate, and she smiled as her nephew came into the torchlight, caught his eye, gave a stiff nod, and waved the group through the gate.

OOC: Level Up to Level Two!
 

Titus nodded at his Aunt, feeling feint from his injury, now that the adrenalin was wearing off. Still, it felt good. He'd fought. Perhaps not as well as he could have, but he fought. He needed to train more. He needed to train a lot more.

OOC: Yay! Level up!



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Dandin smiled and as they were basically paraded in. He'd done far better than he'd hoped in the fight and was more than happy to claim the victory.

And a share in the loot. Too bad they had to leave much of it behind, but an entire boat had to be worth some good coin, at the least. If nothing else, the fame would give him a good bump in business.

Squirrels are evil!
 

Lionel hopped out of the boat, the strain of pulling the oars through the water at pace was evident on his ruddy face. Extending a hand out, he helped the halfling healer out.

"Thanks you lady for your care, I thought it would be the end of me."
 

Titus

Lady Morwen descended the stairs of the gatehouse to meet Titus at the bottom. When he was free of the crowd of acquaintances who wished to congratulate him, she took him aside and said, "I think that there is nothing that the Duke can say against your victory today, but I would be careful to not criticise his decision, wrong though it was. He had only the interests of the city in mind, I believe, even if his conclusions would not have protected all of his subjects. We should speak to him as soon as possible."

A man approached them leaning on a greatsword, whose strong sheathe doubled as a crutch. He matched the description of Sir Isteval, for that was who he was. He bowed to Lady Morwen and said to Titus, "You and your friends did fine work today! Fine work indeed. I would like to invite you to dinner at my townhouse tomorrow, for I have a proposition for you. If you would extend the invitation to your friends, I would be grateful."
 

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