Lost Eberron 4E Style: Combat over, Level up!
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EvolutionKB
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[sblock=Stonegod]You can roll me a perception check.[/sblock]
Atanatotatos
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Thormir also walks to the shore till his boots touch the water. He had no intention of swimming till the water, but if anything ugly and rotting came into his range, he would fry them... well, boil them, actually.
EvolutionKB
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Xandren's eyes are more keen than the shifter's, perhaps due to the saltwater. The warforged is able to find a slightly more roundabout path to shore, avoiding the sharp coral.
[sblock=ooc]Xandren gets a 20 on the perception check. Athletic checks for the pair are in the mid-twenties.[/sblock]
Hesh stands closer to the shore, looking out over the waves and to the ship. He can barely make out the forms of sailors on the ship, but their noise is obscured by the waves.
Thormir keeps his eyes on the ocean, scanning the water for threats. A boney torso stands off shore for a moment, it could only be standing on the reef itself. The warlock obliterates it with a gesture. It sinks below the waves, it's bones blackened.
The woman, the warforged, and the shifter stagger to the sand. The woman is quite beautiful, even though she wears loose borrowed clothes of a sailor. Her ears have a subtle point, though she lacks the prenatural grace of full-blooded fey. She collapses to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. "What the hells were those...things...," she gasps, looking to those around her for answers.
[sblock=ooc]Xandren gets a 20 on the perception check. Athletic checks for the pair are in the mid-twenties.[/sblock]
Hesh stands closer to the shore, looking out over the waves and to the ship. He can barely make out the forms of sailors on the ship, but their noise is obscured by the waves.
Thormir keeps his eyes on the ocean, scanning the water for threats. A boney torso stands off shore for a moment, it could only be standing on the reef itself. The warlock obliterates it with a gesture. It sinks below the waves, it's bones blackened.
The woman, the warforged, and the shifter stagger to the sand. The woman is quite beautiful, even though she wears loose borrowed clothes of a sailor. Her ears have a subtle point, though she lacks the prenatural grace of full-blooded fey. She collapses to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. "What the hells were those...things...," she gasps, looking to those around her for answers.
Atanatotatos
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More importantly, m'lady, is who are you, where you came from, and how you got here! asks Thormir, rather uncerimoniously.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Hesh looks over the new arrival with skepticism. What, someone take whatever you are—he points at the reluctant wizard—and one of those invaders to get her? And I thought I knew all the peoples of the land. Chaat'oor. The last is under his breath. [sblock=Goblin]chaat'oor: Defilers. Usually any non-elf, non-goblinoid race.[/sblock]Turning to their new arrival, he looks to the boat. That thing going to float? Nothing but undead here.
Oni
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Lorn came forward as they struggled out of the water to help though his eyes kept coming nervously back to the waves in expectation of pursuit.
They are...they are the living dead. But do not worry I don't believe they'll follow us just yet.
He glanced out toward the foundering ship, they would probably be occupied with other prey. Lorn offered his hand to woman on the ground.
Come away from the water, it's not safe.
[sblock=ooc]
Can we tell what's going on on the ship from where we are?
Is the ship from an identifiable time period in terms of make?
History (1d20+10=21)
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They are...they are the living dead. But do not worry I don't believe they'll follow us just yet.
He glanced out toward the foundering ship, they would probably be occupied with other prey. Lorn offered his hand to woman on the ground.
Come away from the water, it's not safe.
[sblock=ooc]
Can we tell what's going on on the ship from where we are?
Is the ship from an identifiable time period in terms of make?
History (1d20+10=21)
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EvolutionKB
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The woman stands, with the help of Lorn. She straitens her borrowed clothes, and brushes the sand from them. "Undead? Where are they coming from? I am Lady Eliza d'Lyrandar, we set sail from Stormreach not long ago. Where are we? We need supplies to repair the ship." Eliza rubs her shoulder, as if it hurt her.
Lorn sees nothing out of the ordinary of the ship, just people moving around, though he does realize the ship is from his time.
Lorn sees nothing out of the ordinary of the ship, just people moving around, though he does realize the ship is from his time.
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