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Post by chris107 on Nov 13, 2014 6:55:53 GMT
Poor Donnerwetter!
Thanks for the adventure, lots of fun. I'm back down in Bath this weekend so won't get chance to write much but I'll try and get something started by Monday morning.
Best Chris
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 13, 2014 7:38:41 GMT
Thanks exceptionally for that Mullman. Like Chris said, was lots of fun, and I found I actually really enjoy this pbp thing quite a lot. PS: Chris - 50/50 split on the gems? You can have any of the magic items (or all of them), but I need some cash for some platemail and a holy symbol! Gerin the under-equipped cleric of Thor.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 13, 2014 20:17:44 GMT
Just rolled Noggin's 2nd Hit Dice with sauna in the DF lounge. Rolled another 4 +2 = 12 HP
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 20:37:02 GMT
Yay! Managed to get my login troubles fixed. Fukken proboards global login shit Anyway, I enjoyed the start of the game, a pity I missed the better half of it.
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Post by mullmann on Nov 13, 2014 23:12:56 GMT
It's all good, hope u can make the next game here
And cool Chris, nice rolls, Noggin has developed into a nifty little character
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Post by chris107 on Nov 14, 2014 5:55:42 GMT
As to treasure Huth, I'm happy with whatever. Let's detect magic and see what we have first?
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Post by mullmann on Nov 15, 2014 23:04:50 GMT
The medallion is an 'Amulet of the Planes' (Malcazar requests that) The orange potion is a potion of gaseous form. (Noggin has this) The small orange gems are each worth 25gp each. You have 6 of them.
you also have this to split 3 ways: a satchel containing 37sp, 92ep, 85gp and 30 pp. A tiny box is also found carved from slices of an alicorn, its lid decorated with knotwork. Inside the box is a gold ring inlaid around the band with garnet flames and jade leaves.
(The ring is non magical, but worth 700 gp. The box is worth 15ogp)
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 16, 2014 10:31:55 GMT
I'll take 12sp, 30ep, 27gp and 10pp out of the cash. And three of the 25gp orange gems. The box I don't care about - Noggin can wear it on his head. Fashionable hobbit helm. Might I suggest cashing the ring and splitting three ways (dunno if you want to put a conversion fee on that)? I'm more than happy - can get chain mail, holy symbol and some assorted other stuff I'll post an updated character sheet before next game (when it's organised). Mental note: need to roll for hit points.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 16:11:21 GMT
I'll be in the next game, hopefully without cockups.
Talked with Chris about a character, seems like I'll give faun from Tall Tales of the Wee Folk a try.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 18, 2014 23:03:06 GMT
Malcazar, Gerin, Noggin and the furry Satyr huddle in their cabin aboard the Whaling ship as it heads North. The smell of cooking squid making them feel ill. Noggin looks positively green as he shows them the wragged piece of parchment.
'Noggin, come home!' it starts. 'They've stolen the tartan.'
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Post by chris107 on Nov 18, 2014 23:06:20 GMT
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Post by chris107 on Nov 19, 2014 7:03:18 GMT
Suddenly a cry comes from the crows nest. "Sail ahoy! Looks like the Black Pig!"
Actions please?
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Post by mullmann on Nov 20, 2014 5:04:12 GMT
Malcazar stands on the aft deck eating a fillet of smoked trout wrapped in paper that he purchased with some of his treasure money. He complains bitterly to any within earshot, "Eee gads but I should have known better than to buy fish to eat on a sea voyage. Why it smells of fish all around here and the constant motion of this vessel is none too pleasant."
"Say, I wonder if the 'Black Pig' is friendly?"
He will look about for possible cover on the ship in case they are attacked by missles
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 20, 2014 6:20:44 GMT
(OOC: Character Sheet on page 1 fully updated).
Things have not gone well for Gerin.
Seeking to emulate the greatness of Thor in hooking the World Serpent, he has taken to fishing off the side of the ship when things are still. Nobody cared to explain to him beforehand that this is a rarity - and in fact they are moving pretty much constantly except for when the anchor is down. To date, he has caught two strands of seaweed, a low-flying gull, and a haunch of beef that turned, and was thrown over the side by a crewman.
"Tartan? What in the name of Midheim is tartan and why would anyone steal it? And furthermore, why am I sailing to recover a hobbit's lost bric-a-brac?"
He scowls as he pulls another line of seaweed from the fishing pole. In the back of his mind, he can hear his fat mentor's voice instructing him. "Preaching is a lot like fishing Gerin. One must be patient, know the local conditions, use the right bait. In fact....."
At the call from the crow's nest, he sighs and throws the entire fishing device over the edge. Preaching was nothing like fishing. Preaching he was good at.
He ventures below decks, recovers his shield, then casts an eye about searching for a sailor who can tell him what the 'Black Pig' might be.
"Tartan better not be hobbit for: boot-polish, or I'm going to throw that little horror overboard."
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Post by chris107 on Nov 20, 2014 9:11:02 GMT
Malcazar takes cover behind a coil of oily rope (-4 to be hit by missiles) as Gerin comes up from below all ready to do the will of Thor providing it doesn't involve catching more seaweed. Noggin and the sailors whisper loudly and all seem very pale. You get the impression that the Black Pig, far from been friendly belongs to the horrid sea pirate Cut-Throat Jake! i.ytimg.com/vi/7-tRrdJCo3w/hqdefault.jpgThe pirate vessel comes closer and closer until eventually it is within hailing/bow fire range.The great hairy form of Jake can be seen at the taft rail his unwashed crew, bristling with cutlasses and sharp looking knives cluster around him. "Arrrrr! Surrender you're treasures or I'll send you all down to Davey Jones Locker!" (He says somewhat predicatably). Noggin, hiding behind another handy coil of rope lets fly with an arrow (rolls a 7 +3 = 10) it misses Cut-Throat Jake by a hands width and sticks into the wooden rail quivering slightly.....
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 19:24:44 GMT
Okay, I'm in agan! The new charcater - a faun from Tall Tales of the Wee Folk. Plonk the Faun Str: 13 Int: 11 Wis: 16 Con: 14 Dex: 17 Cha: 13 HP: 5 Stuff: Club, Lunch, Half a Bottle of Red
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Post by mullmann on Nov 21, 2014 1:33:40 GMT
Here is updated 2nd level Malcazar the Magnificent. He gets 2 1st lvl spells now and will memorize Magic Missle and Sleep for the day . I rolled a 3 for my 2nd level hp roll. (My 2 dogs both witnessed it)
Malcazar the Magnificent Magic-User (level 2)
HP: 7 AC: 9 XP: 2501
Attributes:
STR: 12 INT: 16 (+10% experience; 75%/6/10) WIS: 11 CON: 9 DEX: 10 CHA: 13
Saves:
Death Ray or Poison: 13 Magical Wands: 14 Paralysis or Turn to Stone: 13 Dragon Breath: 16 Rods, Staves, or Spells: 15
Alignment: Neutral
Languages: Common, Alignment, kobold, hill giant, goblin, Ogre
Appearance: Male, Scrawny, Well-Traveled without being shabby. Wears a dark purple low velvet crush hat and a tan cloak
Equipment:
* Dagger, 2 * Torches, 18 * Tinderbox * Backpack * Sack, small, 5 * Waterskin, 2 * 1 Week Iron Rations * 1 Standard Iron Rations * 100' Rope
Magic Items: Amulet of the Planes
Monies:
* 4 gp 2 small orange gems
Spellbook:
First Level:
Dancing Lights Detect Magic Hold Portal Light Magic Missile Read Magic Shield Sleep
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Post by mullmann on Nov 21, 2014 1:36:27 GMT
Game>
Malcazar keeps his crouch beneath the dunnage. He sees Noggin shoot an arrow at the braggart and mutters to himself "Well, I guess we're fighting these dudes.."
He will look to prepare and cast a sleep spell centered on the leader Pirate and getting as many of them as possible
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Post by Lord Huthor on Nov 21, 2014 10:22:58 GMT
Gerin peers over the rail at the expanse of water separating the two vessels and sighs.
"This is no way to conduct combat." he mutters to himself. "Men should look each other in the eye as they die - not fire arrows across the way. So cold, so impersonal. Where does the glory lay in besting one's foe in such a way?"
He peers into the bottomless waters again.
"And why did we choose go sailing when I just got plate mail?!" he bellows. He makes a mental note not to risk boarding the other ship if it comes to that eventuality. The next cleric fishing here idly might be snagging his rusting corpse along with the seaweed.
He loads his sling and waits for something to come within range of his cast.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 21, 2014 11:20:44 GMT
The vessel closes to around 80'. Malcazar casts his Sleep spell. Jake and his four henchmen fall to the deck snoring loudly. The scrawny looking helmsman utters a maritime curse and rushes forwards to aid his fallen captain. Gerin sends a stone flying towards him but with the motion of the sea it goes wildly astray (roll of a 2). The Black Pig now with no-one steering is at the mercy of the sea and wind. (Here I rolled a d12 for direction as on a clock face, 12 been straight on - Roll 8) It veers off sharply to port and tilts at a dangerous angle. Plonk comes up from below and sees the whalers cheering madly as Cut-Throat Jake's ship is blown scudding across the waves!
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Post by chris107 on Nov 21, 2014 11:39:50 GMT
Unless you give chase your ship continues on it's course. You skirt the southern edge of the Norzee Ice flows and after a couple of days Noggin's home island comes into view. The black rocks stand guard against the cold sea, the little town of the Noggs beyond and above this the small castle where King Cnut rules wisely. You sail into the sheltered bay around midday and there on the quayside is Noggin's family waving their colourful scarves in welcome.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 12:16:15 GMT
Plonk the faun takes a sip from his eternally half-empty bottle of red. After spending almost the whole voyage badly sea sick, or vas it hung over? Well, needless to say he's happy to have terra firma beneath his hooves once again. He offers the bottle to whoever is nearest, anxious to get on land.
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Post by chris107 on Nov 21, 2014 12:34:35 GMT
Jumping in their rickety cart you trundle out of town towards a prosperous looking farmstead complete with a weaving shed. Over a very large late lunch Noggin's dad tells you how all this years tartan has been stolen. "The whole lot, gone!" he frowns sadly and points towards a big warehouse type building....
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Post by chris107 on Nov 21, 2014 12:35:54 GMT
Noggin will help Plonk with his red wine
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Post by mullmann on Nov 22, 2014 6:01:59 GMT
'Hello little folk', Malcazar says as he stoops down to greet the hobbits. 'I can tell by the nature of the hair on your feet how proud your stock must be'. I must ask, what is a tartan, is it some type of wool?' I may be inclined to assist. I am a Wizard of some renown you know"
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