Dark tides

Saves:
Cleric: WIS +8, CHA +6
Resilient CON +7

CON
Result of the throw of dice "1d20 +7" :

12 + 7 = 19


DEX
Result of the throw of dice "1d20" :

1

Taulie Tankard

AC 21
HP 100\110

WIS +8, CON+7, CHA +6
spell save DC 16 cleric, 14 sorc
channel divinity 2\2
PP 18

spell slots available:
4/4
2/3
3/3
3/3
2/2
1/1




GM - so we slept, but had bad dreams. Does the restless sleep affect our recovery of HP or spell slots?

I just ask because if Tankard took 10 damage yesterday from the storm, that would all be easily healed after 1 night of rest, or even a short rest of 1 hour and rolling a couple HD.

Hawkes dex and con are both a +5

Rolling "1d20 +5" 2 times

1: 8 + 5 = 13 Dex
2: 13 + 5 = 18 con

This storm has Crispy's newfound self confidence starting to waver already. He mutters under his breath a mantra learned years ago at the monastery:

Returning is the motion of the Ki.
Yielding is the way of the Ki.
The ten thousand things arise from being.
Being arises from not being


CON:
Roll(1d20)+5:
1,+5
Total:6 (Oof)

DEX:
Roll(1d20)+7:
11,+7
Total:18

Sjon Barker
HP: 109/109, AC: 16, Speed: 30, PP: 15
Saves: INT +3 WIS +9, Init: +3
SpellSV DC: 17, Spell Atk: +9
Slots: 4/3/3/3/2/1
Remaining: 4/3/3/3/2/1
Wild Shape: 2/2
Staff: 10/10

ConSV: Result of the throw of dice "1d20 +3" : 14 + 3 = 17

DexSV: Result of the throw of dice "1d20 +3" : 11 + 3 = 14

With one eye on the receding storm, Crispy will scan the island’s tree line at the edge of the beach for visible signs of life and potential shelter.

Perception:
Roll(1d20)+3:
15,+3
Total:18

Sjon pipes in as he is passing out his daily Goodberries.  "I could take the shape of a great eagle or some such, and scan the island for size, landmarks, and activity,"

@DM: can we see any birds of flying insects native to the island?

Captain Hawkes

AC AC 18
Hp 86/86
HD 5d10
7d8
Spell save 15
Passive perception 15
Passive insight 17

Spells:
1:4
2:3
3:3
4:1
Mandolin spells 1/day
fly
invisibility
levitate
protection from evil and good
cure wounds (3rd level)
dispel magic
protection from energy (lightning only)

Inspiration 3
Maneuvers 4
Adv. Con save 1
Venom dagger (+3d6) 1

Stored spells in ring:
Find traps
Revivify


“Aye Sjon, but keep within sight.”

"It seems that Demon Storm drove us to the island and is content to leave us here. This thought brings me no peace, as it probably means that the storm wants us here and we won't be able to leave unless we deal with whatever on the island is controlling the storm."

Tankard shakes off the momentary exposition compulsion and sets about the more important work of unloading his brewing supplies from the shipwreck. He quickly sets them up in the shade of the treeline and begins searching for exotic fruit to ferment.

Sjon will take the shape of one of the local birds and set aflight. He climbs upwards to gain a good view while remaining safe from ground-based threats. As he surveys the land below, he keeps his keen eyes peeled for monuments, landmarks, differing climate/vegetation, and any sign of activity.

Crispy will salvage what equipment he can from the galley and start setting up a kitchen near Tankard's brewing station. First step, as always, a good healthy firepit that might make any unseen predators think twice. He keeps one eye on Sjon as the druid takes flight, ready to join him in the sky should danger present itself.

Let's have a closer look at the relatively intact ship.  Signs of any crew on-board,  or indication of where they've gone off to?

Getting within a few hundred feet or so should be close enough.

All right then, keep your secrets! No other sign of activity on the island? Smoke rising from the forest? Giant, ominously-shaped mountain, farmed fields, etc?

If not, Sjon will return to the crew and relay his observations as Crispy finishes setting up the beach kitchen for a meal.

“We must have a look at the ships. A malicious storm will have racked up quite a count treasure holds breaking ships against the rocks. The ship that survived it is even more intriguing.” Hawkes rubs his scraggly beard muttering:

“Serpent sight
Danger, Delight!
Catch it’s tale,
Need no sail.”

Crispy pauses from his labors at the cookfire and responds to Hawkes

"Knowing ignorance is strength.
Ignoring knowledge is sickness.

If one is sick of sickness, then one is not sick.
The wise are not sick because they are sick of sickness.
Therefore they are not sick."

Certain that his words of wisdom have been received, he returns to his work.

"The square sails set it apart from most ships we have seen in our journeys. I think we need to be cautious.  It seems strange that it's crew would make it to the beach, only to die once on land.  Cap, I would suggest we indulge in a hearty meal to shake off the fog of last night and regain our composure before work begins. The day has just started and chef is either barely coherent or the most lucid of us all"

Sjon is lobbying for a full belly and short rest to top off our resolve before moving onward.

Tankard checks his backpack keg, he feels certain Crispy must have a nipped some nog already....

Crispy will dish out the meal, eat last, and then grab some Zs for a short rest. As he strings a hammock between two trees, he speaks quietly to himself

A good walker leaves no tracks;
A good speaker makes no slips;
A good reckoner needs no tally.
A good door needs no lock,
Yet no one can open it.
Good binding requires no knots,
Yet no one can loosen it.

He'll be ready to scout the wreckage when the rest of the crew is.

Tankard enjoys a fine breakfast.  His belly is much happier with Crispy returning to chef duty.

As he licks his fingers clean, he uses the stubby digits for a quick head count.  He is concerned about the quantity of ale to bring.  "One can never have too much ale" he reminds himself.    He counts himself, Crispy, Hawkes, Sjon and Tankard going on the expedition.  He notices that he counted himself twice, subtracts 1, but then reconsiders the implications and adds his second self back into the reckoning.   On his other hand, he counts those remaining behind as Sam, Renda, Abi and.... uh..... that squirrely little fella that keeps disappearing all the time.  He needs to make sure that he leaves enough ale behind as well.  

He talks himself through the math, "5 of us walking, so that's 2 cups per hour, divided by 16 oz per cup, plus 4 people staying at 4 cups per hour, times 8 hours for the hike is..... wait.... no, that's backwards, it should be 4 cups for the group I am in and only 2 cups for the others.... but if I carry the thumb...."

Tankard gets lost in his head.  He stares at the 3 remaining fingers he is holding up, unsure of how he got to that figure.  He absently scratches his beer gut with the other hand.  "But I don't have 3 kegs.... oh, bother!"

Sjon will tuck into a steaming plate of whatever Crispy has whipped up and find a bit of shade for a quick nap before heading out.

Whitey wrote:Crispy will dish out the meal, eat last, and then grab some Zs for a short rest. As he strings a hammock between two trees, he speaks quietly to himself

A good walker leaves no tracks;
A good speaker makes no slips;
A good reckoner needs no tally.
A good door needs no lock,
Yet no one can open it.
Good binding requires no knots,
Yet no one can loosen it.

He'll be ready to scout the wreckage when the rest of the crew is.

“Aye, but
A good walker mayn’t be a good reckoner and uses his tracks to find the way back
A good speaker might rebound well from slips
A good reckoner uses a tally to certify his reckoning for others
A good door mas as well be a wall if ye cannee open it
A binding…”

Hawkes ponders, chewing.
Then with his mouth full:
“What is an island full of dead men good at!?”

“Heh… they were (chew) probably (chew) sittin’ right on the beach (chew) just like we’re doing now.” Gulp.

navyik wrote:
Hawkes ponders, chewing.
Then with his mouth full:
“What is an island full of dead men good at!?”

Tankard adds his 2 pints worth, "STAYING dead...... I hope"

Sjon will make sure to distribute the Potions of Healing we have.  Two Potions of healing to Crispy and 1 Potion of Healing and 1 Potion of Super Healing to Hawkes.  Tankard and Sjon are both able to heal without them.

Put them in your inventory, gents.

I don't think this was ever addressed:

Chris wrote:

GM - so we slept, but had bad dreams. Does the restless sleep affect our recovery of HP or spell slots?

I just ask because if Tankard took 10 damage yesterday from the storm, that would all be easily healed after 1 night of rest, or even a short rest of 1 hour and rolling a couple HD.

Did the night's rest heal the damage from the storm?

IF not, Tankard will roll some HD to heal up during our short rest at breakfast

a d6 from his sorc and a d8 from cleric +6 which is probably overkill


Result of the throw of dice "1d8 +1d6 +6" :

3 + 1 + 6 = 10

or not, lol

no worries, lots of stuff gets lost, game on

As a standard repeatable action as we move towards the wreckage in any which way, Sjon will use his staff to cast Pass Without Trace on the parry.

Pass Without Trace
2 abjuration
Casting Time: 1 actionRange: SelfComponents: V S M (Ashes from a burned leaf of mistletoe and a sprig of spruce)Duration: Up to 1 hourClasses: Druid, RangerA veil of shadows and silence radiates from you, masking you and your companions from detection. For the duration, each creature you choose within 30 feet of you (including you) has a +10 bonus to Dexterity (Stealth) checks and can’t be tracked except by magical means. A creature that receives this bonus leaves behind no tracks or other traces of its passage.

A creature that receives this bonus leaves behind no tracks or other traces of its passage.


Tankard entertains himself walking around in circles in the sand and watching his footprints disappear behind him. He finds himself a stick and writes phrases like "Sam has a tiny wanker", "Sjon can't hold his ale" and "Crispy's food tastes like boot leather" in the sand as he walks. As a "trace of passage" these disappear as well, but not without childish chuckles.

Crispy will take rear guard.

Tankard is happy to be in the front as the thickest party member. More observant folks should be able to see over his head. Tankard has his shield out and battle drawn as they approach the wreckage. He leaves his stick doodling behind as a fond memory of transient art.

Sjon is happy to slot in anywhere between Tankard and Crispy, of Hawkes has a preference.

Hawkes walks behind Tankard writing:
“Taulie makes a good tree stump in the road” and “Crispy likes it in the rear…”

There’s no plan. We’re pirates, not a SEAL team.

whit10 wrote:just wanted an order.

I will post after work today

... actually it will be tonight sometime.  Ended up watching the NBA finals last night

DM gotta live too.