The Coast Way

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Jun 26, 2021 11:05 pm
With eye-stars burning like meteors, Stella refuses to let up her assault.

"Freeze," she whispers to her next arrow, encasing it with ice.

She aims up at the climbing creatures and fires the missile like an icy comet, a misty frost trailing behind it. It shatters, tearing through gibberlings and tree branches and showing mist and flakes of ice down on the party. (Somewhere between 12 and 22 damage to Climbing Group 2.)

HP: 12/12
AC: 13
Middle
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Rolls

Ice Knife vs Climbing Group 2 (Adv) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (20) + 5 = 25

1d20+5 : (2) + 5 = 7

Attack Damage - (1d10)

(2) = 2

AoE Damage - (2d6)

(14) = 5

Climbing Group 2 Dex Saves - (1d20+2, 1d20+2, 1d20+2)

1d20+2 : (8) + 2 = 10

1d20+2 : (14) + 2 = 16

1d20+2 : (10) + 2 = 12

Jun 26, 2021 11:10 pm
(Wirrow deals lethal damage to Climbing Group 1, and moves next to Aiwe to help absorb damage.)

HP: 20/20
AC: 14
North (or wherever Aiwe is)
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Rolls

Longbow vs Climbing Group 1 (adv) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12

1d20+7 : (7) + 7 = 14

Longbow Damage - (1d8+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Jun 27, 2021 12:19 am
Xzar snaps his fingers and three magical, bluzzing darts fly towards gibberlings of different groups. Each dart unerringly finds its mark and makes a small explosion of arcane force on impact, disintegrating whatever body part they happened to hit.

Magic Missile! Two bolts on South group (10 dmg), one bolt on West (5 dmg).

Middle

Rolls

Magic Missile - (1d4+1)

(4) + 1 = 5

Jun 27, 2021 12:32 am
The second wave crashes against the party with screams of battle, pain, and gibberish all around. Gibberlings fall from the trees as they’re struck by arrows and spells, further littering the ground with bodies.

Tragedy nearly strikes when Sheemish falls under the weight of several of the monsters. With the sudden gap in the party’s defenses, two gibberlings dart in and cut viciously at Stella’s legs, while the third starts pulling Sheemish’s unconscious form out into the darkness. Fortunately, Aiwe’s thunderous spell sends gibberling bodies flying back out of the midst of the group, colliding with the one dragging Sheemish so forcefully that all three are slain.

Dmg!
Sheemish takes 6 and is unconscious
Stella takes 7
Montaron takes 9
Runeson takes only 4 (cuz reasons)
Wirrow takes 9


As the rest of the swarm falls to the companions’ might, the forest seems eerily quiet. Absent the screeching, the only sound they can hear is their own hard breathing.
OOC:
End combat!

Rolls

North vs Sheemish (swarm, adv) - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (20) + 4 = 24

1d20+4 : (20) + 4 = 24

North vs Sheemish (2 attacks, adv) - (2d20+4, 2d20+4)

2d20+4 : (618) + 4 = 28

2d20+4 : (102) + 4 = 16

dmg to Sheemish - (1d4+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

North vs Stella (2 attacks, adv) - (2d20+4, 2d20+4)

2d20+4 : (611) + 4 = 21

2d20+4 : (1319) + 4 = 36

dmg to Stella - (2d4+4)

(12) + 4 = 7

East vs Montaron (swarm, adv) - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (5) + 4 = 9

1d20+4 : (1) + 4 = 5

East vs Montaron (2 attacks, adv) - (2d20+4, 2d20+4)

2d20+4 : (151) + 4 = 20

2d20+4 : (1615) + 4 = 35

dmg to Montaron - (2d4+4)

(41) + 4 = 9

South vs Runeson (swarm, adv) - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (19) + 4 = 23

1d20+4 : (7) + 4 = 11

South vs Runeson (4 attacks) - (2d20+4, 2d20+4, 2d20+4, 2d20+4)

2d20+4 : (21) + 4 = 7

2d20+4 : (419) + 4 = 27

2d20+4 : (115) + 4 = 20

2d20+4 : (155) + 4 = 24

dmg to Runeson - (3d4+6)

(221) + 6 = 11

oops. South for reals vs Wirrow (swarm, adv) - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (12) + 4 = 16

1d20+4 : (5) + 4 = 9

South for reals vs Wirrow (4 attacks, adv) - (2d20+4, 2d20+4, 2d20+4, 2d20+4)

2d20+4 : (68) + 4 = 18

2d20+4 : (78) + 4 = 19

2d20+4 : (410) + 4 = 18

2d20+4 : (189) + 4 = 31

dmg to Wirrow - (2d4+4)

(14) + 4 = 9

Jun 27, 2021 2:18 am
Montaron walks about kicking bodies to make sure they're down. As he passes Sheemish, the halfling pulls a healing potion out of his own pack... and drinks it himself.
Jun 27, 2021 3:27 am
With a bite in one of her legs, but adrenaline numbing the pain, Stella staggers over to Sheemish and falls to her knees, ignoring Montaron. She quickly assesses the wound as she quickly draws out and applies a salve then bandages it tight to stop the bleeding. It didn't seem like there were any claws or teeth stuck in it...but it was still bad.

(Sheemish regains 7 HP.)

"Come on, Sheemish! Stay with us!" she splashes water on his face and pries open an eye to see if it reacts normally. "We have to go!"

HP: 5/12
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Rolls

Healer's Kit - (1d6+6)

(1) + 6 = 7

Retroative herbalist kit check to regain healer's kit uses - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Jun 27, 2021 3:39 am
Aiwë glances around, counting party members and broadly assessing their wounds. With Stella tending to Sheemish they're all well enough. For now.

"We have to put distance between us and all the noise we just made. Move out!" she calls, reminding those who know her that she was raised a soldier.

"We have to be close now," Shelur murmurs to herself. "Please, Torm."
Jun 27, 2021 3:52 am
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Rolls

Stella healing help - (1d6+6)

(3) + 6 = 9

Jun 27, 2021 3:54 am
In a couple of hours nighttime has fallen entirely, but the party reaches the far edge of the forest. And there, just across the dimly-lit road, stands the Friendly Arm Inn.
OOC:
Link to a TINY cutscene video from the original game. For nostalgia. HERE

I'll probably add some lore stuff over the next couple of days, as well as things that can be done here, notable NPCs etc, but for now feel free to carry on as you like!
Jun 27, 2021 6:54 am
Upon arrival, I go to the Temple of Wisdom with Dieter’s body seeking to revive him.
Jun 27, 2021 6:04 pm
Aiwë's knees buckle as they cross the drawbridge into the Friendly Arm Inn. It feels more like a fortress than an inn. She manages to stay standing. A fortress is what they need right now.

"We made it, Uncle." But her work isn't done yet.

"The temple, or the Inn. Two groups should be fine, but stay together until we're sure it's safe," Shelur tells the group. "Remember, we thought Candlekeep was."

Aiwë walks with Runeson and Tulco to the Temple of Wisdom. At the doors, she helps the paladin tie his horse and retrieve Dieter from his back, then takes Keggruk from hers and holds him in her arms. The two carry their covered loads into the temple.

"Hello?" Aiwë calls as they enter. "Can you help us? Please, we have dead."
Jun 27, 2021 6:53 pm
The Temple of Wisdom is a much smaller building than the fortress/inn it stands next to. Runeson and Aiwe hear a magical jingling noise as they enter the building. There are pews facing an altar, and embedded into the back wall are nuggets of gold and precious gems. They are soon approached by a small gnomish woman.

She beams up at them in spite of the late hour, until she sees the reason for their coming. "Greetings! I am Gellana Mirroshade, at your service on the behalf of Garl Gli- Oh dear. Please, come this way and I'll see what can be done."

She leads them to a back room with a row of cots, small feet moving quickly to stay ahead of her visitors. "How long ago did they die? Do they still have all their limbs and organs? Is there any reason you can think of that they wouldn't wish to be raised? And last, but not least, do you have payment for them? I'm afraid that I need 500 gold pieces each if I am to do anything to help them."
Jun 27, 2021 8:26 pm
Sheemish digs in his pockets searching for his gem pouch, from his math though he knew it would only be enough for one. Pulling Aiwe aside "I have enough to help one of them, but there’s not enough for both. I would trade it all in a heartbeat if I could. But unless we have another 400 gold then we have a decision to make."

Or maybe . . .

Rolls

Mystery roll - (1d100)

(19) = 19

Jun 27, 2021 9:47 pm
Aiwë follows numbly. "This is the third day. My uncle is missing an eye. I... I don't think so. I don't know about Dieter but my uncle has a baby and a wife at home. " She lays Keggruk in his sack on one of the cots. "I... I don't." Sheemish pulls her aside.

"Dieter," she says, the only delay in her voice from the dullness that has taken root in her chest. "Keggruk was trying to save him too. Four hundred more? I have a hundred gold." Her mind scrambles for options. "How much does Dieter have? Wirrow, how much do you have?"

Shelur turns back to Gellana. "Please, my lady. My uncle is a paladin. A hero! I-I'm a bard. I can get the money. How long do I have?"
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Jun 27, 2021 10:07 pm
Wirrow cringes at the way Aiwe's temperament flips back and forth between hope, desperation, and resignation. "I don't have any, I think. I've never had money..."

Then, almost as an afterthought, she remembers, "Oh, I guess I have whatever we got paid a week ago, don't I?" She reaches down and hands over all of her portion of the gold for bringing back Koveras's carriage at the beginning of their stay in Candlekeep. No hesitation (once she remembers she has something), and not a single coin has been spent.
Jun 28, 2021 2:20 am
Gellana holds her hands before her in a conciliatory gesture. "I understand, it's alright. I've worked with people in the past who were in the same predicament. With the 500 gold you have I can bring back one of your friends. For the other, I can keep him in stasis here for a time while you raise the necessary funds."

She puts a finger to her lips and thinks for a moment. "My husband, Bentley, minds the Inn. We used to be adventurers ourselves, before establishing ourselves here. To help facilitate jobs for other adventurers, Bentley keeps a notice board. You might consider looking it over for some jobs to be done around these parts. Do a few of those, and I'm sure you'll have enough for your other friend here."
Jun 28, 2021 6:12 pm
Aiwë almost sighed with relief, before her breath caught again. "Will he be safe here while I'm gone?" She glances anxiously at the large sack that contains Keggruk's body. "My uncle... he's an orog."
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Jun 28, 2021 10:41 pm
The gnome priestess shows only mild surprise. "An orog? I can't say I've treated one of them before, but people of orcish blood pass through here on occasion." She smiles reassuringly. "He will be fine here in the house of Garl Glittergold."
Jun 28, 2021 10:46 pm
The relief in Aiwë's face is considerable. She has brought everyone safe to the Inn. Dieter will be fine. Keggruk will be fine. She smiles, eyes brightening.

"Thank you. Thank you! I...I--!" Suddenly she seems filled with energy. "I have to go play a song!" She hurries out the door to see if there is a place for a performer at the Inn.
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Jun 28, 2021 10:58 pm
Grumbling to himself Ossein starts as he seems to realize where he is.

"GAH! I'm burn.....oh, maybe, yes, yes I'm quite alright actually. Whew, that's quite a relief.

Ah! Madam Mirrorshade, excuse my interruption, but you seem to get a lot of dead bodies here. By any chance do you happen to have any extras lying about? I'm willing to trade. The one I have is a bit stubborn, and...NO! YOU SHOVE A MINOTAUR'S LEFT HORN UP YOUR FAIRY Aaaanyway what I mean to say is mine isn't particularly pleased with our current arrangement, and in my considerably professional opinion, a change of arrangements may be in order. I prefer if the deceased are well taken care of. DON'T YOU IMPUNG ON MY MOTHER!. My apologies ma'am my companion is quite crude, and ummm insistent. Bert had his faults, but I will say this about him, he was much better behaved."
OOC:
I don't actually expect this request to work out, but it's something Ossein would ask.
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