The Wandering Archipelago (D&D 5e)

[Dlover]

Mehr takes the extended hand, "I expect it to be dangerous. Though the Morleys would maintain their territory, these lizardmen seem to be reaching all places."

[thinkslogically]

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Yeah, basically you need a long rest (8 hours) to recover hp; the book says 8 hours with no more than 2 hours spent on watch or reading or other light activities. I've been interpreting that to mean that you need 6 hours of sleep per noght, so 6 hours is enough when you guys are in a safe place and don't need to keep watch.

Link: https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Resting#content

I'm also trying a new thing where you guys will level up over a slightly longer period of time rather that in one sudden jump, but we'll play that by ear for a couple of levels and see if it's working.

[thinkslogically]

Tired after her long day, Gwen is the first to turn in, hanging a hammock between two beams in the mid-deck level and slumping unceremoniously into it. One by one, the others follow suit.

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She lies awake for a little while, still feeling guilty about how their encounter with the little old gnome lady went. At some point however, she is too tired to think any more and she drifts into a fretful sleep.

Gwen's dreams are as vague and unpleasant as ever, and she once again finds herself being chased through tunnels of darkness. Suddenly, she turns a corner and the whole scene shifts abruptly, pitching her forwards with a dizzying rush of vertigo as the floor disappears beneath her feet and she is falling down, deeper and deeper into the terrifying nothingness as she scrabbles uselessly in an attempt to slow her fall. Alien whispers begin to fill her head and a horrifying, broken voice speaks to her in a language she can barely stand as she tumbles faster and faster towards a seething crowd of gangling, misshapen creatures with featureless, blank faces and burning eyes all reaching up to smother her...

She wakes up in a cold sweat, lying on the floor underneath her hammock as thin bands of sunlight stream down between the cracks in the hold doors above her head. Her head is thumping and she is exhausted from the alcohol and a restless night, but despite all of that she feels that there was power in the words she heard last night, if only she can make sense of them...

Congratulations! Gwen is now Level 2 (but has 1 level of exhaustion). She has not yet learned her new invocations.

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Syli is asleep within moments as the exhaustion of the day overwhelms her tired body. She dreams a strange dream, in which she is chasing the old gnome again, when the woman suddenly laughs her gleeful laugh and turns into a squirrel and leaps up the cliff! But this time the chase isn't over and Syli is a squirrel too, leaping up the cliff-face as if it was nothing!

When she awakens the next morning, she is refreshed. Her muscles are stiff and sore after going so long without being properly used, but she feels better and stronger, despite everything.

Congratulations! Syli is now Level 2! She has not yet learned Wildshape.

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Mehriv sleeps well. The hammock is comfortable enough, though rather less fancy than heÔÇÖs used to. Still, the gentle creaking of the wood and the rocking of the ship against the pier soon lulls him off to sleep. When he wakes the next morning, he feels thoroughly refreshed.

Congratulations! Mehriv is now Level 2. He has not yet learned of his metamagic capabilities.

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Korrik stays awake for a little while, lost in thought as he stares at the shadows from the lanterns rocking gently across the boards over his hammock, and trying to match his own shadows to those dancing across the ceiling. His mind becomes tranquil, and he loses all track of time as he joins his own shadow to the dark shapes on the ship.

He is awoken by the sound of the crew calling to each other as the ropes are cast off from the pier and the ship begins its journey upriver. He rolls over, and doesn't wake again until well into the morning.

Congratulations! Korrik is now Level 2. He has not yet harnessed his Ki.

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Kal hangs his hammock somewhere out of the way and takes his time going through his nightly rituals, and offering a prayer to Pelor. He falls asleep quickly, and dreams of the forests back home. When he wakes the next day, he is awoken by the crew casting the ropes off the ship, and rises early to watch the sunrise over the river ahead of them. Standing in the morning light, the emerald river is transformed into a golden ribbon of fire cutting through the swamplands, and he feels as though Pelor himself is guiding him onwards. He feels invigorated as the golden light chases away the darkness of the previous night and he feels renewed strength flow through him as though he is himself a conduit for whatever strength Pelor may grant him. A flash of golden light far away on a hill to the east catches his eye.

Congratulations! Kal is now Level 2. He has not yet learned his two spells or selected a fighting style, but both can be gained with practice. He has not learned Divine Smite yet.

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Varsk hangs his hammock to one side, well out of the way of everyone and tests it gingerly. Eventually deciding that it will probably support his weight, he climbs gently into the thing and spends some time adjusting his bulk so as not to tip everything over. After a little bit of uncertainty, he eventually gets comfy and settles down for the night, falling asleep to the sounds of the crew snoring softly.

Congratulations! You are already level 2

The next morning dawns bright and hot as you begin your journey away from Hightown and upriver into the wilds.

The day is yours! How would you like to spend the first day of your trip?

[Dlover]

Mehr spends his time practicing his sorcery, carefully plucking at the mental threads of energy he twines into spells, working as he does in times of inactivity to develop his understanding of his power, seeking partly to understand how the writhing energies can be turned to new focuses, but more to gain an understanding of how he can subdue the chaotic powers he sometimes unleashes.

[Arch Lich Burns]

Gwen groans as she wakes up, rubbing her head. She stays on the ground for a little while before getting up, the others probably notice her on the wooden floor rather than the hammock before she starts to get up. She's not sure what the last part of her nightmare was about, but it sounded...familiar. She mutters something under her breath as she gets breakfast and hopefully some coffee.

She briefly talks to others, but only if they talk to her first wanting some peace and quiet as her head is throbbing and trying to figure things out. After a few minuites her headache not going away she brings out her book and decides to read it so that she doesn't get too bored and to hopefully ease the pain after resting. After she feels better she goes to try to find Merhiv, seeing that he is practicing she asks him "Hey, I was wondering if...I can join you? I need to find a way to be ...less dangerous with magic."

[WearsHats]

Kal will ask around if anyone knows anything about that hill to the east. He will also ask the captain if there is anything he can do to help run or maintain the ship. He'll take part in sparring practice if asked. He'll help Korrik with the new shirt. If there's time and material, he'll spend some time practicing with his wood or leather tools.

[Dlover]

"Of course you may participate. Seeking to better oneself is always admirable, but there is little I can do to aid you. My magic is of a different sort."

[spiderwrangler]

I gladly accept Kal's help with mending my shirt.

"Feel like a bit of exercise after this? I'm not used to being an official passenger, I find it... boring."

[WearsHats]

"Sure. What do you have in mind? I could do with some sparring practice if we're heading into hostile territory."

[Arch Lich Burns]

When Gwen goes to practice she pulls up minor illusions, using them as targets. She sets one up far away as possible in the air as to not actually hurt anything as she fires eldrich blasts upon them, the illusion fades as the blasts soar through them. After a couple hours she shakes her head. "Yea this is not going to work.
I...I'm going to...go now." Her mannerisms make her seem uneasy as she leaves. Gwen goes down to a private area on the ship, trying to make sure she is not heard or followed before she brings out her her book and starts muttering some sort of incantation in an ancient alien tongue.

[spiderwrangler]

"Sparring works for me!"

I hop down, move to a clear section of deck and spin my quarterstaff with a grin.

[thinkslogically]

((Do you want to roll dice?))

[spiderwrangler]

((I'm open to whatever you and Wears would prefer, though I wouldn't mind rolling some combat dice. The only attack I've made so far was on a pigeon. Guess I should be glad you're not advancing levels on combat XP alone!))

[WearsHats]

((I'm okay with rolling dice. A little tedious on mobile, but doable. Maybe just a few sample rounds rather than rolling for every 6 seconds?))

[thinkslogically]

((Sure, go ahead. Since it's sparring, none of the hits will do any damage, since you'll presumably be tempering your strikes to using just the flat of the blade / stopping short of doing any real damage. You guys go ahead and start - I'll keep an eye and narrate anything you guys don't do yourselves, but have at it ))

[spiderwrangler]

I extend a hand and give a "c'mon" motion, grinning so Kal knows the taunt isn't maliciously intended.

((I'd like to Dodge and then just wait for Kal to make the first attack to give him disadvantage on his attack.))

[WearsHats]

Kal nods, smiling, gets out his axe, and readies himself. When he sees Korrik is ready, he takes a one-handed swing at him.
1D20+5 = [8]+5 = 13

[spiderwrangler]

As the axe comes in, I sidestep, spinning my staff as I turn, bringing it down across the half-elf's shoulders.

Quarterstaff: 1D20+6 = [17]+6 = 23

Using the momentum, I kick out at his knee, but don't time it quite right and he's able to jerk back in time.

Unarmed: Kick: 1D20+6 = [4]+6 = 10

[WearsHats]

"Well struck! That's a technique I never encountered at home."

Kal takes the hit in good spirits and swings again with a one-armed backhand.

1D20+5 = [6]+5 = 11

"As you can see, I can do with the practice..."

[spiderwrangler]

"Better me than a-" *thwak*

Quarterstaff: 1D20+6 = [8]+6 = 14

"-lizardfolk!"

Unarmed: Palm strike: 1D20+6 = [3]+6 = 9

I grin as I circle around Kal again, managing to connect again with a smack to the thigh with the quarterstaff, but missing on an open palm headed for his abdomen.

[WearsHats]

"Indeed! Though hopefully they're not as fast as you, my friend."

1D20+5 = [3]+5 = 8

... I am not rolling well. Good thing it's just sparring. (But am I supposed to have disadvantage at any point?)

[spiderwrangler]

((I was only Dodging on your first attack, but since it didn't hit, disadvantage didn't matter. On each of my turns, I've been using my action to attack, I can't use my bonus action to Dodge until I unlock ki.))

"I hope not! I'm just a little guy,-"

Quarterstaff: Swing at the arm: 1D20+6 = [2]+6 = 8

"-I have to be quick!"

Unarmed: Backhand: 1D20+6 = [8]+6 = 14

The paladin manages to duck out of the way of my staff, but I catch him with a backhand that thumps against him as I circle once him again.

[Rodgeir]

Varsk carefully rolls out of his hammock and joins the crew for breakfast (assuming there is one, otherwise he eats some dry rations from his pack and water).

While eating he watches the sparring session closely before going to to Riana and asking her what she knows about the road/terrain from Lover's Pass to the Morley territory.

Otherwise he will stay out of the sun and try to find a spot with a breeze watching the shore and scanning the near horizon. Having not really been outside a city much he isn't sure what to look for...

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perception? 1d20+4 = 8
http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=175066

[WearsHats]

"In these wilds, we must all be fast. And alert."

1D20+5 = [20]+5 = 25

[spiderwrangler]

I open my eyes, and find my face is pressed against wooden planking... how did I get down here? With a groan, I roll to my back and sit up to get my bearings, my vision still swimming.