The Lost City

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Dec 4, 2020 1:40 pm
There of you head for high ground (make difficulty 1 Brawn(Athletics) checks please).

Jarvik starts to head for the boat, but you see and hear the other three head for high ground. If you want to join them, you've lost a little ground, so your check with be difficulty 2.
OOC:
You roll 2d20. You can invoke a Doom to roll a third. Each result that's equal to or below your TN is a success. If it's equal to or below your focus in that skill, it's two successes.

For example, Jarvik's skill is 12 (10 Brawl plus 2 Expertise in Athletics) and had a Focus on Athletics of 2. If he rolled 2d20 and got a 2 and a 11, he'd have three successes (the 2 counts as 2 because his Focus is 2, and the 11 counts as 1).

Lastly, Momentum. You'll roll and if you have extra successes above the target I set (difficulty 1 for three of you, difficulty 2 for Jarvik), any extra successes go into a group pool called Momentum. The next player can choose to spend, before they roll, a Momentum for an extra d20 (to a maximum roll of 5d20).
Dec 5, 2020 12:16 pm
Here is my roll - Roderigo has a brawn of 11 and Athletics at 2

Rolls

Brawn(Athletics) check - (1D20)

(10) = 10

Brawn (Athletics) check) - (1D20)

(16) = 16

Dec 5, 2020 1:32 pm
Only moments after shouting, Jarvik realises to his horror that he is on his own. A sickening fear grips his stomach as he brings himself to a halt, tunrs around, and runs as fast as he is able towards the rest of the group heading for higher ground.
OOC:
GM, I will invoke a Doom to get an extra roll

Rolls

Skill Test - Brawn - (3d20)

(4814) = 26

Dec 5, 2020 2:50 pm
Roderigo and Jarvik have both achieved the successes needed (1 and 2 respectively) but generate no Momentum.
Dec 8, 2020 5:33 am
Odan scrambles up the rocks, reaching for the higher ground...

Rolls

Athletics (7 - 0/0) - (2d20)

(155) = 20

Dec 8, 2020 1:29 pm
Odan also makes the check successfully.
Dec 9, 2020 4:41 pm
Odan's lanky legs propelled him up the steep bank, deeper into the trees. He came face to face with his mule, which had had the prescience to seek shelter before their clouded human perceptions perceived the danger. Taking hold of the reins before it could retreat further, he watched as the rest of the crew followed, some more reluctantly than others, squinting out through the dark towards the barge, seeing if the vessel's mooring would hold...
Dec 10, 2020 2:28 am
I'll give Phil a bit to make his roll for Cur, then move us along.
Dec 10, 2020 2:38 am
OOC:
Sorry, hadn't realized you were waiting for me. My apologies for holding things up.

Rolls

Brawn - (1d20)

(9) = 9

Brawn - (1d20)

(4) = 4

Dec 10, 2020 4:17 am
The four of you go for high ground, and a wall of water pours from the forest, slamming into your camp site. Porters, slaves, and slavemasters all trying to load their gear into the boat are hammered by the flood. A huge crack can barely be heard from the torrential food. The boat disappears in a spray of water. The water riffs at your feet and Cur loses his footing but grabs while of Jarik's outstretched hand and is pulled behind a sheltering rock. The water starts to creep up and you run for it, higher.

When the water subsides, slowly, you see a ruined wreckage of the jungle forest, and no sign you had ever camped. To the south, the glimmering shimmer of a lake in the distance marks what is likely your original goal. If you are to meet up with Otawla, if he survived in the boat, it will likely be there.
Dec 10, 2020 12:57 pm
"That was far more sudden than I'd have believed possible," said Cur to the others. "We've survived though, which is probably more than we can say for at least some of the others. How are all of you?" He was relieved to be alive, but unsettled by what was a flash flood in the extreme. "That seems beyond reasonable," he thinks to himself. "I'm not sure I've ever seen or heard of a flood that fast, and at such a scale before."
Dec 14, 2020 4:47 am
Did you want to head toward the lake and adventure?
Dec 14, 2020 9:34 am
"Yes, Cur, we’ve survived but have lost Otwala. I believe the lake, yonder, may have been our destination. If Otwala made it, I suggest that’s where he will be headed. Shall we make our way there?"
Last edited December 14, 2020 9:34 am
Dec 14, 2020 8:40 pm
Roderigo nods and says "Yes, we must go forward, we cannot stay here!"
Dec 15, 2020 2:55 am
Cur shrugs and agrees. "That's as good as any other option," he says. "Certainly better than staying here." Quickly, he scans the area to see if anything that might be worthwhile might have escaped the flood.
OOC:
ANy chance anything useful made it to high round with us?
Dec 15, 2020 3:57 pm
Odan watched as the flash flood rushed past, crouched on the muddy perch, his lip twisted into a tense frown. A thousand curses seemed to boil in his jaw behind that single sullen expression, but he let just one slip. "Damn."
OOC:
I am figuring we didn't lose any of our starting gear in the flood, so we do have one mule.
He tugged the reins of his pack-beast, turning towards the others who gestured towards the lake. He nodded his assent. "It is closer than the sea. And even if he is lost, there may be some village there who might... lend us a canoe to make it back to the coast."
Dec 16, 2020 4:37 am
OOC:
Right, you have your personal gear, whatever was on your character sheets, and nothing else.
Dec 16, 2020 6:10 pm
Borrowing a canoe seems like as a good a plan as any. Let's do it, said Cur. As soon as we're all as collected as we can be let's head out. No reason to hang around longer than we need to at this point.
Dec 16, 2020 7:42 pm
"Yes" Roderigo says, a wicked grin on his face, "I am sure we can convince them that it is in their best interests to give us what we need!"

"Let us leave this cursed spot as soon as we can"
Last edited December 16, 2020 7:43 pm
Dec 17, 2020 5:12 am
You travel through the sloppy ground following the unnatural flash food. The high ground only lasts a little ways before dropping down lower into the river valley.

After a few hours, the sun is coming up and you see the glint of the lake ahead of you. You're tired from navigating the dense bush, and the thought of clean lake water seems refreshing.

When you arrive, you see your boat, battered but afloat, two men aboard. They're deep into the lake, quite far from you, and appear to be struggling. Soon, a huge alligator leaps from the water and crashes into the boat, splintering it further. It goes down. The two men are pulled down shortly thereafter. Nothing comes back up.

To the south, you see a shadowed mass on the other side of the lake. It had a squarish look but it's just jungle. An overgrown wall of fortress perhaps?
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