[Game Thread] Chapter 8: Hang and Haul Together, Away-i-oh

[Fillyjonk]

ORDER Bingle, Here is Snigs, a normal sailor from a pair of normal sailors who used to be a hexad of very normal sailors who sail a normal ship and prevent a tiefling from having any sort of personal freedom. Snigs can only say and do normal sailor things, which do not include having ideas or conversations. Normal sailor things include obedience and reporting things. He eats, so you can assume he must also poop, and this likely is what fuels his normal biological sailor parts. He wears a normal blue hat, has a normal mustache, and stares at you with a normal google-eyed blank gaze as you attack and abnormal chaos erupts all around him, in the form of a siren and a corsair and one small extremely convincing fishperson and one almost-equally small and almost-equally convincing fishperson. You go pushing past him into the room. You have practiced theatrics with Banx quite a bit on the recent, and you are very great at being this priestess, what with your authentic necklace and dialect. crit failUnfortunately, one or both of you must have brushed Snigs as you hastened back inside, because he clearly sees that magic is at work here. He begins to trumpet: The Sahuagin are illusion! All combatants should retain their pants! Biffers! To arms! The teifling is under the siege of magicians and threatened with nudity! Falco, does the brooch capture and transmit these words clearly? Hard to say, because you begin yelling lies with convincing volume and vigor, and you add to the chaos by running right up Snigs as if he were a tree. Wham! Whomp! Slap-Sizzle! he is hit with blasts and bolt. You clamp on with your knees and begin whacking at him with your moonsickle. Oh look, he is full of blood, and his flesh smells convincingly of burning meat. Just like the pile of dead completely normal sailors in the deck, he is mostly biological components. Ah! Ah! Mutiny! Murder! You perpetrate violence upon the person of Snigs! Desist! he blares. He is not upset, and seems to feel no pain. He is simply loud, and even with you janking and jerking at him, messing with his balance, he is trying to get his body between the Tiefling and Tempest. Tempest, you add to the volume, hollering for Creativity to get under the bed. He goes scrambling backward even though you clearly see that he knows this is theatre; even so, he is very anxious, very anxious indeed. His eyes stay on the tunic. You turn it into a sort of sap, with the tunic playing the part of a sock and the brooch acting as a roll of pennies. You apply this sap with wild smacks and smashings to the floor and the walls, hoping to further confuse things. You stamp down on it and rend the fabric. By then Snigs is losing his animation, groaning as he topples to the floor with a meaty slap, luckily with Falco on top instead of smashed. Biffers does not come. Perhaps the call was lost in all this chaos? But if Biffers cannot understand the play, can the far-off sculptor, the intended audience, ears-no-eyes trying to follow all this via the cameo you are whanging around? Fela, here is an irony! This plan is right at the very edge-most edge of your comfort zone. Maybe a few steps beyond. This Finn territory, all plots and playacting and shrieks and violent nonsense. It cannot possibly work! The whole production sounds a bit like a very drunk band tuning up while murdering a sack of cats, but now, you arrive, and act as the conductor. You, an agent of order, are what will make this plan work, if it can. You stomp in, stern-eyed, commanding, and you create six seconds of auditory clarity. One: Sahuagin yelling violent threats! Sploop-poop-oop! Two: Rending fabric and thumping! Three: The normal death cry of a normal sailor! (Bye, Snigs.) Four: A Tiefling shrieking, OH I AM STABBED! THE BLOOD! THE PAIN! Five: The slap of running feet and a cacophony of voices and violent sounds. Six: ---Well, what is six? If Bingle obliges you, six will be a splash and then an ominous silence. Curtain down. Briony appears in the doorway, looking at you with one cocked eyebrow, then at the two small sahuagin and the Siren, then to the shirtless tiefling who has dropped his blanket wrap to weep into his hands, then to corpse of Snigs. Back to you. Fela, what is your face telling her? Her face says, WTAF? I am mystified, but I trust you, Paladin. She turns to Falco. I told the crew to man stations and mind their own, Cap. Biffers is in the rigging and missed --- whatever this is. We good? Tempest, you are closest to Creativity. Unless you do not allow it, you are the one who is about to have a shirtless, weeping, stressed out, rather beautiful golden creature shivering in your arms and snotting onto your breastplate. Do you think it worked? Did I sound killed enough? I was so scared! I am so scared! What happens now? Are you all with the Zhentarim, or only Falco? Zhenta-what now?

OOC GREAT JOB! You guys delight me. I think Fela as conductor was a great idea, especially considering earlier rolls (not great) and the RP (very great). Your averaged roll = 13.25. I am applying the penalty to his rather nice Wisdom mod, so I put his chances of believing Creativity is dead at slightly lower than half. I will roll for him in secret, and time and events will tell if he was fooled. Biffers is on deck, repairing a piece of rigging, and you can dispatch him in a sentence, if you like, with no rolls or combat initiative. Or you may have other plans for him. You have a pile of dead constructs and a pile of dead Sahuagin on deck. You are in the secret cove by the haunted house. You have a leashed zombie Sahuagin tied to the rudder, bobbing aimlessly about beneath you. You have several missions at sea. WHAT WILL YOU DO?

[AnotherDragoon]

Weigh, hey an' up she rises Falco wiped 'is moonsickle clean with th' beard o' th' inert construct formerly known as Snigs but held 'is tongue until th' ensorcelled brooch were either broken or away. Then, with a smile, he replied t' Briony "Aye, we be good. Jus' helpin' Creativity with a fresh start, we'll be sailin' out soon. Oh, could ye send Biffers down? Maybe tell 'im Snigs needs help on account o' Creativity is drunk an' shirtless while Tempest has lost her pants. That should work." He looked over t' wink at Creativity who looked as if he did jus' nearly die t' murderous sahuagin an' heard th' Z word through th' sobs. So he knew Felice were a zhent at least. "Actually Creativity, I'm a druid o' th' Emerald Enclave. In regards t' th' Zhentarim, I'm only an independent contractor whats friends with lotsa different folk who happens t' be in need o' a ship." Falco winked again an' took a spot next t' th' door t' catch Biffers unawares. Falco shrugged an' asked, "So next are we gonna see what th' dead sahuagin have t' say? How long until that griffon finds us Creativity? Does it track th' brooch?" He called flame t' 'is hand an' raised th' moonsickle in th' other as he heard regular normal sailor footsteps approachin'.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3     Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Weal X3 Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 45/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [ ][ ][ ] Level 3: [ ][ ] Wild Shape: [ ][ ] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 bottle of Granny Peth’s Nervous Drops, 1 2d4+2 HPPotion of Healing, 4 Potions of Alter Self (8 hours) Carrying for party: A simple wooden band that appears to be entwined by evergreen ivy vines. The top is decorated with a small rose petal, which remains bloomed and perfect until the ring's effect is used. The petal may be expended to heal a target the wearer can touch by 2d4+2 hit points. Once used, the rose petal wilts and falls off the ring, but each day at dawn the petal blooms and can be used again. It doesn’t require attunement.Band of the Dryad ; One letter stamped with a stargazing rabbit; one paper with signal notes; 1,223 gold, 30 silver, and 6 copper; a Hag's purse, a red velvet rat-pouch; 1 chairfart; Pipe of Rememberence, House's Whistle, 1 green diamond worth about 300 gold, 1 red feather pendant, 1 temporary red feather tattoo (3 days), 1 Dragon Gas Bomb, Kreb's keyring, a small wooden box with a portable hole, a letter, a pair of Dimensional Shackles, 1 Good for use intown or swamp, single use on a monster or NPC targeted creature will follow the Distractimal away in the direction you specify for d6 rounds. This effect is broken if the creature is harmed by the party. Multiple creatures in a room may be targeted and will spend 1 round gathered around it questioning, allowing you to sneak past a doorway or cavern entrance with no stealth roll.Beetle Distractimal   Recipes known (Herbalism): Potion Ingredient When you expend hit dice to recover hit points while using this salve, you recover an additional 3 hit points for each hit die expended. This effect lasts for 1 hour after applied.Soothing Salve Sourgrass You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion. The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Potion of Healing Red Amanita Mushroom A creature that drinks this vial of liquid gains advantage on saving throws against poison for 1 hour. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Antitoxin Rowan Berries   Ingredients carried: 2 Red Amanita Mushrooms Herbalist advantage on the following checks: * Your knowledge of nature and uses of herbs can add insight to your magical studies that deal with plant creatures and your attempts to identify potions.Arcana * When you inspect an area overgrown with plants, your proficiency bonus can help you pick out details and clues that others might miss.Investigation * Your mastery of herbalism improves your ability to treat illnesses and wounds by augmenting your methods of care with medicinal plants.Medicine * You can identify most plants with a quick inspection of their appearance, smell, and their surrounding environment.Nature and Survival

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tempest You know what they say - It's all fun and games until someone cries. Or is gutted. There are lots of sayings, but none of them are in Aquan-Siren because it can always be fun and games with or without crying. Tempest was having a good time being chosen to be in this acting play with real and not real murder, with her new friends appearing like petite but vicious fin-flopping Sahuagin. She had definitely found the greatest of the great, certainly guided by her goddess. Now the Siren was with a beautiful horned Tiefling who was crying and distraught. On top of that, her vest and important spying brooch toy-prop were taken away by Fela with a dramatic flair and stab. When Creativity sobbed onto her armor-clad-bosom, her eyes must have widened as she peeked over his shoulder to look at ANYONE else. What was that look? Not desperation. Terror? Confusion? Terrifusion Dazzlement? Granted, Tempest was not as cold as her lovely, vicious mother. She was raised in a very loving, nurturing manner between hunting, sinking ships, drowning bad people, teasing Mermaids, avoiding sharks, and reading to her parents as they enjoyed a warm day, or sat down to learn words of the goddess and understand the difference between a gull and a tern, or a butterfly and a moth while sipping mint tea. Maybe Creativity needed tea. Though the blue Siren thought about tea, her mind blooped over what was being said around her once the brooch was removed from the room. There was one more enemy to dispose of. There was still a scene to set. There were questions to answer. "Zhentarim..I do not know this word. It sounds like a flower. You did magnificently with much feeling. We are all with each other, not only Falco Starsummoner. There is Bingle Curiosa, and Fela MarkWig Springer…There there, you do not need to embrace being scared. You are the one others should fear with your…well-placed screams and glowing might. You may not feel it now, young Creativity, but you are a strong, willful individual with all of these exceptional people wanting you well. There is more fighting to be done, and you will be defended boldly and fiercely." Tempest wondered if her graceful, mighty father would say such things to this one that had tears. He had told her that she was to be feared, and he himself survived a year of attacks from her mother. No doubt as delicate and full-of-sunshine this Creativity seemed to be, he was important to those defending him from the Brooch-ears, and Unlive Fleshy Sailors, and a Listener from far away. He was important and must have a strength to him. Perhaps it was his beauty. From what she knew of this world, this was a driving factor from jewels and art to people and their spirits. Aye, he is not fair of face after fighting in the Ogre Wars, but his spirit is as tough as it is beautiful, and I will love Rupert until the day he dies. That was a wonderful diary she had read. As Tempest loosely held Creativity, petting his dark hair between his sweeping horns, she caught sight of Briony and grinned a smile over at her, giving a brave face in this never-before-experienced comfort-giving situation. "I will make tea later, and you will feel fine." This was said with pure confidence and certainty. "It would be best if we tore or chopped a head off of a Sahuagin and threw him in with a scrap of vest so it looks like a battle took place here. If we keep the head, they may not be able to talk with it as we will with the Champion. As soon as the second unalive guardian is dead, we will cast off and question the Champion about the Mission and where your …friends?...were taken. Bingle Curiosa will need to stand over me with my trident." Tempest spoke in a serious manner as she gently pet Creativity's arm as she would a friendly eel. Once Falco spoke further, Tempest took a light step away from Creativity to hand him his fallen blanket as she eyed the Druid oddly. "Griffins are on flags and shields, and of stories. I will not harm a Griffin and anger the Winged Mother."

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 45/45 | AC (15) with Shield (17) Initiative: +1 | Darkvision | Acid Resistance Weapons: +5 to Hit / Damage: 1d6+2 (1 handed or thrown) or 1d8+2 (2 handed)Trident +1 | +4 Attack / 1d4+1 DamageDagger | (3/3)+4 Attack / Damage: 1d6+1 Damage)Javelins Spells: +3 Modifier | Spell Attack +6 | Save DC 14 Level 1 Left: 4/4 | Level 2 Left: 3/3 | Level 3 Left: 3/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Cantrips: Acid Splash, Mending, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance Divine Tempest Magic: When a creature within 5 ft. that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a DEX saving throw (DC 14 or it takes 2d8 lightning or thunder damage (your choice), half damage on success).Wrath of the Storm: Remaining: 3/3 (per Long Rest) | Channel Divinity, twice per short rest, 2/2] Destroy Undead or Destructive Wrath. Divine Domain Feature: Thunderbolt Strike - At 6th level, when you deal lightning damage to a Large or smaller creature, you can also push it up to 10 feet away from you. Siren Spells Once Per Long Rest: Create or Destroy Water, Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes:

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Reaction: Action: Trying to comfort Creativity in her own way while planning next moves. Once Biffers is handled, follow everyone upstairs. Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Other: Once

[ptwiddle]

Fela, in need of proof Maybe it was hanging out with Finn, maybe a dash of military order was exactly what the chaotic scene needed, but Fela is pleased that her efforts seem to pull their deceptions into some semblance of a narrative. Snigs got to speak a little more than Fela would have liked, the "Sahuagin are illusions" was rather incriminating, but maybe he'd believe they killed Creativity rather than freeing them. Briony -- this is not how Fela wants Briony to see her. Fela gives her a pained look, a 'see what I have to put up with' look, and offers a quick "I can explain later" before making sure she was well away from shirtless Creativity and any comfort he might need. "Zhents." a long exhalation, as things fall into place. "All this and now I'm working for the Zhents on top of it. Makes sense, though -- Ketterman is stepping on their toes and then some with all these statues. Griffon?! He's sent another Watcher after us? He's respectable enough...I just hope it doesn't have anything to do with that statue he sold my dad..." where was his reply. She's glad Tempest is already pro-griffon, but some reinforcement of this idea is necessary. "We will most definitely not harm a griffon, or its rider -- almost certainly another Watcher, from my order. We'll just have to ...explain it all. Somehow." "What happens next -- we'll be sailing off shortly. It will be dangerous, and it's unclear what our next port will be; I'd imagine you're better off just disappearing here, Creativity. I want to bring Ketterman down, bring him to justice -- if I manage that you could probably come back out and live in the open, but I don't have any proof of what he's done and so in the meantime you should hide, disappear. But can you help me ruin him, Creativity? Explain how his whole operation works, where we could find evidence of his spy network, warn us about what he'll try? Oh, the scroll from the back of the ship, with the names and the locations -- what all did that mean?" The discussion of what they're about to do with the dead Sahuagin brings forth another idea. "Would Speak With Dead work on Snigs, here, or is he too primitive for it to have an effect? Or could a wizard, like, figure out what his orders were, from the corpse? I could Zone of Truth Biffers, before we, uh, disable him, but he's probably too primitive for that. But...when you make the Sahuagin talk, Tempest, could it lie to us? Would Zone of Truth help the questioning?" Then she grimly squares up with Falco at the sound of Biffers approaching.

Actions, etc. Dice roller error: [dice=Persuasion for Creativity to spill beans about Ketterman[/say]d20+7[/dice] is a badly formed tag (please see the FAQ for help)   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 52/52 AC:In Chain Mail, with/without Shield16 or 18 Spells: Fey-Touched: Charm: 1/Per Long Rest1 | Misty Step: 1/Per Long Rest1 Level 1: 4/4 Prepared: Alarm, Bless, Charm Person, Command, Compelled Duel, Detect Magic, Divine Favor Level 2: 2/2 Prepared: Locate Object, Misty Step, Moonbeam, Prayer of Healing, See Invisibility, Zone of Truth Lay on Hands: 30/Per Long Rest30 As an action, you can detect good and evil. Until the end of your next turn, you can sense anything affected by the hallow spell or know the location of any celestial, fiend, undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.Divine Sense: 2/Per Long Rest5 Channel Divinity: 1/Per Short Rest1 You can use your Channel Divinity to invest your presence with the warding power of your faith. As an action, you can choose a number of creatures you can see within 30 feet of you, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of one creature). For 1 minute, you and the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.Watcher’s Will You can use your Channel Divinity to castigate unworldly beings. As an action, you present your holy symbol and each aberration, celestial, elemental, fey, or fiend within 30 feet of you that can hear you must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is turned for 1 minute or until it takes damage. A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly end its move in a space within 30 feet of you. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can take the Dodge action.Abjure the Extraplanar You can expend a use of your Channel Divinity to fuel your spells. As a bonus action, you touch your holy symbol, utter a prayer, and regain one expended spell slot, the level of which can be no higher than half your proficiency bonus (rounded up). The number of times you can use this feature is based on the level you’ve reached in this class: 3rd level, once; 7th level, twice; and 15th level, thrice. You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.Harness Divine Power Attuned: Shield of Missile Attraction, Inflitrator's Key, DM Inspiration: NO Heal Potions: 1, from Tumble Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Nyssa's Can keep watch all long restWatchdogwood Petals, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, Magic +1Xendrose's Sword, +1 Springer Sword Pearl's calling card, Make a ranged attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 poison damage and must make a DC14 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it is also poisoned. It can repeat the save at the end of each of its turns.Dragon gas bomb, Turtle Distractimal Ricardt, the Retainer: HP: 12/12 AC: 10 Hide+10 Maude, the Marsh Tacky: HP: 13/13 DC 16 Animal Handling check, once per dayLoyalty checks (here)1/3

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[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock When Snigs starts spouting off nonsense about the (very convincing!) Sahuagin being illusions, Bingle jumps right onto his head -- why not? -- and hanging off his neck like a bag of anger she shouts Sahuagin jargon right back into his face, while prestidigitating the mechanical sounds of breaking robots. Soon the real sounds of him breaking take over from her illusory sounds and then he's down and dusted. Good. Tattler! How to kill mouthy, shouty robots: 1. Mouth first. 2. And that really. 3. Should do it. When they kill Biffers it's better -- a grand unified burst when he comes huffing into the room to restore the tiefling's shirt and the siren's pants. Eldritch blast, two shining balls of evil. Firebolt, one sparking arrow of flame. If he thinks about opening his mouth and submitting a report about anyone's clothing, he's immediately swallowing so much cantrip that the report becomes garbled and then Moonsickle, slashity slashity slash slash slash. And trident, stabbity stab, stabbity stab, stabbity stabbity stabbity stab. The brooch is managed. The robots die. Fela tosses her the brooch and Tempest makes a grand suggestion. A really grand suggestion! Bingle shouts into the brooch that she's going to chew into Creativity's heart and drink his salty soul (but with more bloops and blorps) and shoves the brooch into the Sahuagin priestess's corpse's mouth and down her throat. She and Banx drag the body up to the deck, with the help of whoever needs to (probably no one! because they can do it! and are strong!) and heave it overboard in its Sahuagin priestess wrapper, to the bottom of the sea in the secret cove where if anyone ever finds it, it will be very freaking convincing. She sends one of the other borken construct bodies down to lie with it. Is it visible from the surface? Now Creativity can cry. Now illusions can come down. Harlan sings a sweet strange little song and it echoes around the cave they're in and the surface of the still, still water. "We should go," she says. "We can interrogate the dead Sahuagin on the way. We don't want to meet a paladin here in this cove. Let them come here if they're following the brooch. And let us be far away." Bingle looks around below decks. Five construct bodies remain. They're battered and bruised and chomped on by fish and stabbed by tridents and wrecked by eldritch blasts and perforated by a Moonsickle and burned by fire. She's not interested in the fish corpses. Are there any of those? She's very interested in the construct bodies. What's the state of them? Which one is the most okay? As the sailors get ready to set out to sea, and get the frok away from this place as fast as possible, Bingle takes some time, with Banx, to examine them. "They're just constructs," she murmurs to him. "They were bad constructs doing kindapping and orppession. But could they be good constructs, doing freedom for Anders Solmar and Shella Visir? Could we make them... go?"

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action:Arcana to examine the robots. Dice Roll: d20+4 (18)+4 Total = 22 Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 39/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:4/4 Pact 1/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:2/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 511 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 2 Oil of Slipperiness Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[Fillyjonk]

no Falco, Briony swallows hard as she eyes the dead body, but there are piles of dead bodies on deck, and she doesn't ask questions or balk. The Paladin promises an explanation, but Briony flashes Fela a smile and quirks up a shoulder, then says to you, Gotcha, Cap. She has seen enough over the course of the night to know there are horrible forces working to destroy her hometown. She has seen your party standing between those forces and her family. You think Biffers needs to be dead? She'll send you Biffers. She's also simply a good officer who knows better than to question her captain's orders in the heat of an ongoing situation. You ask how the griffin will find you, and Bingle is worried about this as well. Creativity, still snurfling onto the siren, says, Oh! It can't. Ketterman sent a paper bird to tell me the brooch's ears were on, so I could give him a heading. But I got "killed," so---he can't know where we are. Not with all his eyes and ears gone. That said, my, um, my employer is a prominent citizen in Templetome. If he asks Lord Markwig for help, it is likely a paladin will come to Saltmarsh to check on the ship and search for me. Bingle, AH! Now here is Biffers, clattering down the stairs with alacrity, trumpeting UNHAND THE TIEFLING, PERVERTS! BLAM! WHIR! THANK YOU, SIR! He is quickly dispatched. The two piles of different kinds of dead are on the deck, so you gallop up, Banx in your wake, both bloop-oop-pooping like fish-champs, and cram the vest and brooch deep down down into the dead priestess. Authentic! As! All! Get! Out! And speaking of getting out, Get out of the boat, Priestess. Get out, authenticating construct. Splish, splash, done. By the time you get back down, Creativity is drying up. Tempest, you pat and offer tea as Creativity pulls himself together. He releases you and begins to attune to a ring Felice gave him. He says it will shield him from being discovered to be alive via magical means. He thinks he can complete this before the sculptor can find a wizard to cast Send, and if another bird is sent, Ketterman Barley has no way to know if it lands with him or not. Maybe your show worked? he says, looking hopeful. He is beautiful when he is hopeful and when he cries. A very scenic creature. He says, The Zhentarim are bodyguards? They are rumored to have---other, darker purposes. Some say they are spies and blackmailers--- But, this same thing happens to my kind. Everyone thinks we are bad. Look how the Zhents are helping me! Felice has been so good to me. He is now entirely dried up. You have unlocked the achievement: Comfort a thing or person! Now as soon as you set sail for where ever, you can question fishy-corpses with the help of some very small sahuagin. Fela what Creativity says rings true. Ketterman has no power to command any member of your order, but as a prominent citizen, he could ask your father for help and likely get it. Your father, after all, has no idea the man is a snake! You suggest Creativity stay here, and he agrees to hide in the haunted house. He touches an earring and says, I can call Felice to come and spirit me away now that we have faked my death. He pauses, sniffles again, and then he wants to take your hand, if you will allow it. His skin is warm, lightly fevered in a familiar way. I loved him you know. He was so sophisticated and successful and gifted. Righteous and respected. Swept me off my feet. He does have human feet to be swept off of, not hooves, you notice. For a man like that to love a tiefling. That's very compelling. But he didn't love me, did he? The job was just a pretext to keep me both far from Templetome so I couldn’t shame him with my hell-blood and under his control. He said he was "investing my wages" for me, so I never had money, and I couldn't get away, and he had eyes on me all the time. I was never allowed to so much as get off the ship in Templetome. He visited to me here, not wanting me seen. He tore me down. But every time I came to Saltmarsh, Felice told me *I* was good and he wasn’t and—well. I hope she is right. I want that. To be good. I am a human person, you know! I had a hell ancestor, but I am human, and I want to be judged for what I do, not my horns and my, well, my tail, which I have. I have a tail. In answer to your questions, he says, The constructs don't know anything. They are very simple; they keep me safe, keep me contained, and sail this ship. As for helping you destroy him---Felice says he set me me up to be blamed if the spy network was ever discovered. Oh you found my pages? I have been trying to learn the code words that let you use a specific statue instead of a person (who might resist) to scry, in the hopes of proving it was him and not me if the truth ever came out. May I have them please? I can make you a copy in common--but it is mostly just the names and locations of the statues. I have only discovered a few of the codes. He keeps that information close. Bingle, You and Banx crouch by the corpses. The Sahuagin, in the way of dead fish, are beginning to give off unpleasant odors, but the constructs have not begun to decay. All the limbs are attached. All the heads are on. But---damn are they torn up. Snigs and Biffers and have been choked, climbed, Moonsickled, Eldritch blasted, Paladin pounded, and Siren smacked. The other three have trident holes and gashes. Banx steeples his fingers like Keledek does, and then he kneels, his dark robes puddling around him. His eyes narrow. He pulls out a spell focus. Not his old bird skull on a stick. This is a deep purple crystal you have not seen before. He begins to roll it around in one hand in a pattern, and he says, M'nedacium. He keeps rolling it, his long fingers going into shapes, and he puts his other hand on a particularly ugly gash down the center of one's chest, then slowly drags his empty hand down the edges of the wound. Everywhere he touches, it mends and closes, leaving seamless flesh. Dead, inanimate flesh, but pristine. It takes a full minute to complete, but then that part is fine. The rest of the construct is a mess. He looks at you and cocks an eyebrow, grinning, and Sass pops her head up over his shoulder, and oh, yeah, this is Banx. Can anyone else Mend? This will take a bit of time, he says in common. If we do the clothes, too, all we really have to do is laundry to get the blood out. They will look as good as new. But they won't, like, go. He shrugs and adds in gnomish, very quietly, to you and only you. Myabe you can make tehm go?

OOC Mending (aka the most powerful spell in the game) says: "This spell can physically repair a magic item or construct, but the spell can't restore magic to such an object." So all the rips and tears can be fixed up good as new by Tempest and Banx, given time, and the 5 constructs will be very unsuspicious ungross looking normal sailors who do not rot or decay, but (downside) who happen to be inanimate and dead. To get them up and running again will require more. If you want to leave CReativity here in Sandbalet's lair as Fela suggests, to be collected by Felice, he is amenable to sneaking off the ship. He doesn't want anyone else to know he survived. He DOES want his notes, but he will offer a translation if you agree to let him keep them.

[AnotherDragoon]

Hoist an' raise th' mainsail Biffers never had a chance. But, even without th' surprise, how could an ordinary 'n' totally normal sailor hope t' stand against th' hag killin' slayers o' Cleiophane? No, th' surprise were a mercy, if anythin'. Falco smiled as th' transaction were finally complete an' they now owned one ship. That were one step closer t' his ship. One step closer t' Cinderrabbit. He handed th' crumpled paper bird over t' Fela, as she were likely gonna be th' one most concerned about a winged visitor from Templetome. Falco smiled at th' (mostly) dry tiefling, "Felice is true t' her word. An' there be plenty o' bad kinds o' all shapes 'n' sizes." He shrugged an' continued, "Hells, even th' good kind hafta do bad ever' once in a while. Ain't much that's so absolute. Anyways, we'll jus' need t' make sure that helpful paladin reports back that both Creativity an' th' Wailin' Maiden are claimed by th' sea." Falco agreed that it'd be safest fer Creativity t' sneak off an' rendevous with Felice later. Besides, they already had one tiefling hidin' somewhere. He were fine leavin' th' details o' th' Ketterman Barley code t' th' others too. A cap'n needed t' be up top with th' crew an' a headin'. On th' way past a pair o' gnomes 'n' constructs, Falco lamented, "I can't do no mendin' but I do like th' way yer thinkin' Banx!" On th' deck o' their new ship, th' crew were busy an' th' air salty. What more could ye want? He reported that sadly, Creativity perished in a sahaugin attack that claimed Snigs 'n' Biffers whilst they courageously defended their ward. Luckily, they were already below deck consultin' or things coulda been worse. "Let's prepare t' weigh anchor an' sail south while my friends pull a course outta th' sahaugin champion." He had a feelin' th' stars were linin' up in th' pattern o' red feathers.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3     Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Weal X3 Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 45/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [ ][ ][ ] Level 3: [ ][ ] Wild Shape: [ ][ ] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 bottle of Granny Peth’s Nervous Drops, 1 2d4+2 HPPotion of Healing, 4 Potions of Alter Self (8 hours) Carrying for party: A simple wooden band that appears to be entwined by evergreen ivy vines. The top is decorated with a small rose petal, which remains bloomed and perfect until the ring's effect is used. The petal may be expended to heal a target the wearer can touch by 2d4+2 hit points. Once used, the rose petal wilts and falls off the ring, but each day at dawn the petal blooms and can be used again. It doesn’t require attunement.Band of the Dryad ; One letter stamped with a stargazing rabbit; one paper with signal notes; 1,223 gold, 30 silver, and 6 copper; a Hag's purse, a red velvet rat-pouch; 1 chairfart; Pipe of Rememberence, House's Whistle, 1 green diamond worth about 300 gold, 1 red feather pendant, 1 temporary red feather tattoo (3 days), 1 Dragon Gas Bomb, Kreb's keyring, a small wooden box with a portable hole, a letter, a pair of Dimensional Shackles, 1 Good for use intown or swamp, single use on a monster or NPC targeted creature will follow the Distractimal away in the direction you specify for d6 rounds. This effect is broken if the creature is harmed by the party. Multiple creatures in a room may be targeted and will spend 1 round gathered around it questioning, allowing you to sneak past a doorway or cavern entrance with no stealth roll.Beetle Distractimal   Recipes known (Herbalism): Potion Ingredient When you expend hit dice to recover hit points while using this salve, you recover an additional 3 hit points for each hit die expended. This effect lasts for 1 hour after applied.Soothing Salve Sourgrass You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion. The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Potion of Healing Red Amanita Mushroom A creature that drinks this vial of liquid gains advantage on saving throws against poison for 1 hour. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Antitoxin Rowan Berries   Ingredients carried: 2 Red Amanita Mushrooms Herbalist advantage on the following checks: * Your knowledge of nature and uses of herbs can add insight to your magical studies that deal with plant creatures and your attempts to identify potions.Arcana * When you inspect an area overgrown with plants, your proficiency bonus can help you pick out details and clues that others might miss.Investigation * Your mastery of herbalism improves your ability to treat illnesses and wounds by augmenting your methods of care with medicinal plants.Medicine * You can identify most plants with a quick inspection of their appearance, smell, and their surrounding environment.Nature and Survival

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tempest These are true adventurers and scoundrels, Tempest decided, now that Fela is speaking about being in an Order with Griffons, with Falco part of an Enclave of Emeralds, and her highness Bingle and Banx are grand and glorious magician-wizards who save mermaids as part of a Mouth order. They fight a Ketterman and spies, and spying statues, while commanding a ship that they demanded to be theirs, but not in a bad pirate way. No doubt, they are the ones to help her save her parents and island, if not the whole sea in and outside this territory. They hold a fury about them with wondrous, righteous murderous tendencies full of practiced skill, strength and grace. The all-too pleased Siren pushed the blanket toward Creativity, trying to drape it over his bare shoulder. "There is a room full of clothes that you will enjoy. Remember to find a cloak to keep your beauty hidden from those undeserving. Your horns are lovely, Creativity, Human or moreso." When the sound of Biffers-come-a-running was heard, she called out dramatically. "I will show my fine ankles when I please! How you gaze upon them so!" Her very being bubbled with amusement at the huffing and puffing of naked legs. The very magical and firey, globby, sharp death of Biffers was impressive to watch. She clapped her hands a few times with great respect and a Siren's subtle glee at what she had witnessed. But there was Fela, and Briony, and it was all quite serious. Still, there was no celebration. This wasn't over as Bingle-fish-priestess was pointing out as she escaped with the brooch. Tempest paid close attention to Fela as she spoke, finding her to be almost equal to her, and a sister at arms. "I do not know if the spell will work on something that was never alive in the first place, but I can try if you store the body somewhere for later. I must prepare for the battle ahead, and with that …I will unfortunately answer you with a yes, the Sahuagin can lie or mislead us. Bingle Curiosa being one of them will help, but she must demand it speak in this Common language of yours. Your spell of Truth…that is very wise, Fela MarkWig Springer. Let the crew set sail out of this cave and we will speak with the failed Champion while Falco Starshine keeps them focused." With a nod of her head, the Siren eyed Briony as she slipped around her to follow after the flip-flapping Gnome-Fish. She didn't know what to make of her yet, nor the other crewmates, so the woman is offered a dismissive but curious look before padding away up the stairs to the fresh-ish pile of dead at the bow of the ship. For a moment, she crinkled her nose at the aroma that was wafting about; the cave was moist and not full of fresh ocean breezes. Tempest stood there with a serious expression as Bingle and Banx conversed. With a graceful inclination of her head in response to Banx's question, after Falco stated he did not know the spell. "It was the first spell my father taught me so I could fix glass, boxes, jewelry, and fabric." Pausing for a moment, she remembered something related to her collecting habits. "I found much treasure before sleep last night. We can look at everything in brighter light later. Now, we must attend to finding the enemies who have your …friends." Though it bothered her slightly, she offered her magic trident to Bingle, and then offered to show her how to hold it properly, even though she was less than half her size. "You will hold it with command, with your front hand under, and your back hand over so you can shove it forward with your strength. But please do not poke me with it; it is exceptionally sharp and enchanted to be sharper and easier to handle. You will feel the ease of which you can catch dinner, but not a Siren. Hold it to my back and I will settle on my knees over the fallen Champion." Tempest finds a nice sticky pool of darkening blood and wets her fingertips, smearing blood across her cheek and hands so she looked injured, just in case the deader-eyes of the Sahaugin had the capacity to judge the reality of this. In her mind, this was a continuation of the theatrics from downstairs - a continuation of a running production. If her mother saw her kneeling before a Sahaugin with her own Trident at her back, she would probably be cast out if not beaten within an inch of her life as an embarrassment to her beloved family. A shiver of uncomfortableness threaded down her spine as she actually hunched over like a sad Mermaid, the only real example she's had of …submission. Her grinded as she just wanted to roar and fight against this feeling, real or not; this was so against her nature and her very being. But it was pretend and staged, and she was in an unscripted play so she could go destroy those who would do harm to her home. "Five questions about his mission…just five. Ready to cast when you are ready Fela MarkWig Springer." When everyone was in position, including the dead Champion who didn't need a perfect focus on them, the fake-bloodied, kneeling and hunched over Siren sneered before placing the palm of her hand on the blue shield with the flying heron on it. A meditative prayer started in the airy language of Elves, sounding fluid and practiced on her tongue as she wove the necromantic spell upon the former Champion.

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 45/45 | AC (15) with Shield (17) Initiative: +1 | Darkvision | Acid Resistance Weapons: +5 to Hit / Damage: 1d6+2 (1 handed or thrown) or 1d8+2 (2 handed)Trident +1 | +4 Attack / 1d4+1 DamageDagger | (3/3)+4 Attack / Damage: 1d6+1 Damage)Javelins Spells: +3 Modifier | Spell Attack +6 | Save DC 14 Level 1 Left: 4/4 | Level 2 Left: 3/3 | Level 3 Left: 2/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Speak with Dead Cantrips: Acid Splash, Mending, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance Divine Tempest Magic: When a creature within 5 ft. that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a DEX saving throw (DC 14 or it takes 2d8 lightning or thunder damage (your choice), half damage on success).Wrath of the Storm: Remaining: 3/3 (per Long Rest) | Channel Divinity, twice per short rest, 2/2] Destroy Undead or Destructive Wrath. Divine Domain Feature: Thunderbolt Strike - At 6th level, when you deal lightning damage to a Large or smaller creature, you can also push it up to 10 feet away from you. Siren Spells Once Per Long Rest: Create or Destroy Water, Water Walk | Other Stuff/Notes:

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Reaction: Action: Cast Speak with Dead on the former Champion Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Other:

[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock Bingle steeples her fingers too. She steeples them! It's hard not to steeple your fingers and go mrrrhrrrhrrrr when the constructs are getting fixed to perfect and the magic is so excellent! "That's a pretty cool focus," she says about the purple gem, coveting it fiercely. She's better than Banx at almost everything but what if, what if, what! if! What if Banx is better than she is at being evil!? Didn't he get the statue of Glasya and freaking pray to it and do some weird ritual? Didn't he find these cool clothes that she had to permanently borrow half of? And those? boots? That purple gem, so much eviler than the pretty red stone Griselda Erevyn had pinned to her cloak. Oh, Griselda Erevyn. Couldn't you have provided some shady purple crystal that leaks dark fog and wickedness? Or something? She loud-whispers into Banx's ear, her fishy disguise-lips going right into his head: "I can't get them up yet but I think we could pray to Glasya and get a spell! Maybe we could do a job for her and get paid in necromancy instructions, like I don't know we could--" Bingle tries to think of something they could do for Glasya that wouldn't be just doing evil for an evil fiend, because Fela would definitely not approve, and Fela has the annoying but reassuring habit of being right about a lot of stuff like morals and how to command respect out of ruffians. Her father would not approve. Nor anyone! No one would approve it not even her! Then she remembers, and loud-whispers brightly: "Hey, maybe we could let a vampire out of its eternal prison! That has the benefit of being pretty evil and already being done!" Then it's time for her and Banx both to Sahuagin it up. Harlan has to hide because he's not a lizard and doesn't match anything, so he sits on Falco's shoulder. Bingle and Banx stand left and right hands of Tempest as she does... amazingly... wonderfully... blessedly... necromancy. As she starts to say the words (in! Elvish! the best! spell words!) Bingle makes significant eyebrows over to Banx. But then she settles in to waving her fake trident, jangling her real necklace, trying to boss the thing into giving good directions. "In commonbloop!" she demands, "Common compass, common langloopuage, goopegg! If you speak Sahuagin, Sekolah will chewpoo your soulblorps."

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action:Intimidation on the corpse: Dice Roll: d20+1 (12)+1 Total = 13 Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 39/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:4/4 Pact 1/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:2/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 511 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 2 Oil of Slipperiness Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

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[Fillyjonk]

Into the Blue Falco. You give the tiefling leave to go with the Zhents. The Siren gives him permission to take some of his own clothes. He packs up about half of his elegant wardrobe and a lot of horn jewelry into a bag of holding and is good to go. Fela he will scribble down a translation in common for you, but he wants his list. He calls it “insurance,” and you get the sense he is genuinely afraid of Ketterman Barley, but if you don’t want him to have it, what can he do? Whether in common or infernal, you would need to spend a little time with it (and Greed, if you keep the original) to make sense of it. Falco, Briony volunteers to row him back to the hideout so he can wait in Sanbalet’s fancy room for Felice. Or the siren could pop out a porthole with him and tote him off into the darkness. They both have good eyes for darkness. The second way is more subtle, and less will know his secret. How much do you trust this crew? As soon as he is gone, you issue orders, and, one tiefling lighter, you set sail and decide to head out toes and then south. On one of your chains, the star chart Bramble gave you pulses, steady, insistent, tugging at you. In your pocket is a scroll that offers a door to the Brineweave. You haven’t checked it, but you think it’s timer likely ran to zero at dawn today. Still, you are not sure where to go. Not until they finish with the dead. The ship has a drag so slight a less expert sailor wouldn’t notice. Oh right. You are dragging a zombie-on-leash. The ship comes out of the cave out into the sunshine of a glorious day, and the sea is sweet-tempered and easy under the vessel. Siren, pride recognize pride. Fela is like you. In this way. The remaining clothes of the tiefling are luxe, blue, deep green, and cranberry silks, glowing pink satins. He likes loose things that drape and flow. On the deck, you work to Mend with Banx. These constructs are inanimate “dead” but also very well preserved as the wounds are removed. Their skin ranges from pinkish tan to deep brown and shows no sign of rot. If someone prestidigitates the blood away from their mended clothes (or launders them which does NOT feel like a “you” job), it looks like you have a row of sleeping hearty fellows, all male and stout, between the ages of 30 and 40, in the sad way that humans age. Bingle, Banx got the focus from Keledek. Sit form the Nuderdrak, he says, and grins at your naked avarice. He passes it over, then digs in his pack and gets out a second because this is not his first Bingle-Rodeo. The bird skull on a stick doesn’t go with the current vibe, but you see it tucked in his pack, because his mam made it, and yet he is a boy gunning for a ticket to hell. You have a Nuderdrak cyrtsal in your hand and a warm red stone like a kind heart pinned to your dark robe, hidden under your cozy striped wool scraf. Banx, of course, is interested in necromancy, and gets eye-bright at your ideas. He answers soft, in your ear, in gnomish. He is more consistently secretive than you are. You smooch and blaze, blaze and snootch, while he is a shadow in the center of your shadow. The Vapmire is still tarpped, though. Wyh? We sholud sak that Faryi. She knows, and I like to know things. Likes? Sure Banx. He [i]has[/] to know. This is the essential thing that makes both of you Wizrads. Puls if he gest lal the way out, he will tyr to klil my famyil. Yanway. V’ie been styduing Her Bsuty Vileness. He digs out one of his books in between closing up a pair of hideous claw gashes in the throat of a sailor. Glasya noly cares if we hlep her evil minions, and that Vapmire belnogs to a faryi. We have to hlep her sepific evil. Or. Or. —Nad this is the good prat —she has bad gurdegs aganist other evil! Myabe we could klil that Vapmire to pelase her. Or, she hates a devil named Levistus. If we hrut his bads, she likes it. (I think she wnats, sceretyl, veyr sceret to, to, to Ksis him on his motuh. Bad hsitroy.) Or. Myabe seh hates some faryi we hate, or some priate, or even fishmen? We can pormise to tatack or klil a rival evil for her, and then sak a boosn. Bingle, how and where are you going to try to contact your patron? What will you offer or ask? Tempest, Briony is anxious about you, but also finds you beautiful (well, obviously). You have seen this before, every time you board a ship to play. It would be easy to terrify or fascinate her, because you know sailors and the stories they say about your kind. Time for theatre and necromancy! Bloody cheeks! A romp! Sure, your mother would kill them all for even asking this of you—but it was your idea and your ideas are good. And your father, ah, how he would love this. The play’s the thing, he says, a quote from a play with another play inside it. It means something like, tricks are good. You have cast this spell before, waking up the bodies of long dead sailors to ask if there is anything hidden on their wrecks that might be fun for Sirens. To ask them who they loved, or if they are sad to be dead. No spirit comes with your animating magic, so they never are sad. You get their memory, only. Your father taught you this, saying, [b]Some find any form of Necromancy an abomination, but those are the same types who would say your mother is one, as well. [.b] He thinks this spell is fine as it causes no interference with a soul’s path to its god. Makaht’s corpse is battered and the eyes are already filmed over, but the head lurches and the dry tongue clacks as it works its jaw hinges. Little Sahuagin behind you demand it speak common, point your trident. It is ready to be asked five things.

OOC Ptwids I assume you are just slung up with a lot of maths post bank holiday, but check in so we know all is well in beans-for-brunchland. You can resolve the Creativity stuff. Insight over 12, Fela will know his pumpkin patch is sincere, and he feels scared and in over his head. Under 12 she won’t be sure, and you can decide if she would let him have his list (or a copy) or not. Party, you have some costume jewelry and VERY chic clothing—Maybe hats? Maybe shoes? Feathery horn boas? Left by the tiefling. You can play with this as you like, just limit it to Luxe wardrobe items. Guys if you want to RAPID FIRE QUESTION ANSWER with this dead guy I can do this over the next 24 hours, so your questions can build instead of being, like, you ask one and want a follow up but you already wrote out 5. ON THE ROAD NO ACCEES TO MY IMAGES SORRRRY!

[AnotherDragoon]

Haul away, boys, haul 'way Falco would like t' see th' magic what can make dead speak but he also wanted t' be sailin'. Besides, would th' champion even speak freely t' 'em if'n faced with 'is killers? Would th' dead even recognize 'im? Better t' mind th' sails 'n' lines above while Tempest worked her spells an' Bingle demanded answers as th' priestess. Instead, he kept 'imself busy with th' crew, double checkin' things an' instructin' them t' take it slow fer now avoidin' known fishin' or trade routes. They didn't have t' shake a paladin on a griffon, at least, but still needed t' keep a low profile. Falco checked th' glowin' wood chart an' unrolled the Destiny scroll whilst he waited fer th' interrogation t' finish up. After some time, when he couldn't wait no longer, he made 'is way below t' check in an' see if'n they had a headin'.

Mechanics Drink Counter: 0/3     Saving Throws: Free Action: Move: Action: Reaction: Bonus Action: Condition: Cosmic Omen: Weal X3 Concentrating:   Halfling︱Druid Falco Goldenbairn HP: 45/45 AC: 12 Spells: DC: 15 Level 1: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Level 2: [ ][ ][ ] Level 3: [ ][ ] Wild Shape: [ ][ ] Attuned: House's Whistle, Moon Sickle DM Inspiration: None Potions: 1 bottle of Granny Peth’s Nervous Drops, 1 2d4+2 HPPotion of Healing, 4 Potions of Alter Self (8 hours) Carrying for party: A simple wooden band that appears to be entwined by evergreen ivy vines. The top is decorated with a small rose petal, which remains bloomed and perfect until the ring's effect is used. The petal may be expended to heal a target the wearer can touch by 2d4+2 hit points. Once used, the rose petal wilts and falls off the ring, but each day at dawn the petal blooms and can be used again. It doesn’t require attunement.Band of the Dryad ; One letter stamped with a stargazing rabbit; one paper with signal notes; 1,223 gold, 30 silver, and 6 copper; a Hag's purse, a red velvet rat-pouch; 1 chairfart; Pipe of Rememberence, House's Whistle, 1 green diamond worth about 300 gold, 1 red feather pendant, 1 temporary red feather tattoo (3 days), 1 Dragon Gas Bomb, Kreb's keyring, a small wooden box with a portable hole, a letter, a pair of Dimensional Shackles, 1 Good for use intown or swamp, single use on a monster or NPC targeted creature will follow the Distractimal away in the direction you specify for d6 rounds. This effect is broken if the creature is harmed by the party. Multiple creatures in a room may be targeted and will spend 1 round gathered around it questioning, allowing you to sneak past a doorway or cavern entrance with no stealth roll.Beetle Distractimal   Recipes known (Herbalism): Potion Ingredient When you expend hit dice to recover hit points while using this salve, you recover an additional 3 hit points for each hit die expended. This effect lasts for 1 hour after applied.Soothing Salve Sourgrass You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion. The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Potion of Healing Red Amanita Mushroom A creature that drinks this vial of liquid gains advantage on saving throws against poison for 1 hour. It confers no benefit to undead or constructs.Antitoxin Rowan Berries   Ingredients carried: 2 Red Amanita Mushrooms Herbalist advantage on the following checks: * Your knowledge of nature and uses of herbs can add insight to your magical studies that deal with plant creatures and your attempts to identify potions.Arcana * When you inspect an area overgrown with plants, your proficiency bonus can help you pick out details and clues that others might miss.Investigation * Your mastery of herbalism improves your ability to treat illnesses and wounds by augmenting your methods of care with medicinal plants.Medicine * You can identify most plants with a quick inspection of their appearance, smell, and their surrounding environment.Nature and Survival

[PlaidPeregrine]

Tempest Tempest did not want her soulblorps to be chewpooed. Turning her head slightly to narrowly fake-stink-eye Bingleblorp the Priestess. One day, she will be invited to Undersea Mermaid Theatre and diva it up. Poking through silks and brilliant jewel colors that hold an abalone shine with such a smooth softness …she must eventually bring something so worthy home with her. Right now, she did not have the time except to wonder if she ought to be horrified at the brilliantly colored feathered boa. It's not alive. It's made of dead birds? Is that ok? It may not be ok and her father once said that feathered pillows were fine. They are lovely, though, and would look nice wrapped around one of her arms or …she could tie a knot of them around her trident. Or up in the Crow's Nest to fancy up the ship. That was a GREAT idea; Replace the flag with a pink feathered boa. The Siren wasn't soggy having just water walked with the golden Tiefling. He was not ready to swim around, and then be all cold when he was in such a fragile state. Once she told him where the fancy room was, and knew he had a lantern lit, a silken tea bag of mint was handed to him as a parting gift. "Smelling it is lovely as is rubbing it on your skin. There are many uses." Merciful as she was deadly. Eh. Tempest was learning, and so she was learning more by this play-acting. "Fallen but worthy Champion, I ask you questions on their behalf." Tempest dryly yet gracefully said as she made a soured expression at Makaht and her situation. She pressed her hands against the wooden floor of the ship in a bow, wondering for a moment about the trees. Playing submissively like this still irked the very essence of her being, but on with the show. "Where can they find the important Human surface-dwellers that were stolen away? They had a purpose; more than food for your shark-hunger. For what purpose did these Surface People get stolen away?" The Siren watched the dead Makaht knowing if she did not fight with these new Others, he had the possible potential to finish her life. There was still much fighting to be done to remove this threat from the sea, and from the surface. It was strange to exist with so many others in a trusting situation. At least she knew the colorful goddess bird Harlan was around as a reminder that these are fine people who she may rely on for guidance.

Stat Block   Tempest Chaotic Good | Siren | Tempest Cleric of Aerdrie Faenya | Level 6 HP: 45/45 | AC (15) with Shield (17) Initiative: +1 | Darkvision | Acid Resistance Weapons: +5 to Hit / Damage: 1d6+2 (1 handed or thrown) or 1d8+2 (2 handed)Trident +1 | +4 Attack / 1d4+1 DamageDagger | (3/3)+4 Attack / Damage: 1d6+1 Damage)Javelins Spells: +3 Modifier | Spell Attack +6 | Save DC 14 Level 1 Left: 4/4 | Level 2 Left: 3/3 | Level 3 Left: 2/3 Cleric Spells Cast: Speak with Dead Cantrips: Acid Splash, Mending, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance Divine Tempest Magic: When a creature within 5 ft. that you can see hits you with an attack, you can use your reaction to cause the creature to make a DEX saving throw (DC 14 or it takes 2d8 lightning or thunder damage (your choice), half damage on success).Wrath of the Storm: Remaining: 3/3 (per Long Rest) | Channel Divinity, twice per short rest, 2/2] Destroy Undead or Destructive Wrath. Divine Domain Feature: Thunderbolt Strike - At 6th level, when you deal lightning damage to a Large or smaller creature, you can also push it up to 10 feet away from you. Siren Spells Once Per Long Rest: Create or Destroy Water, Water Walk Other Stuff/Notes:

Actions & Movement   Turn Summary Initiative: Move: Reaction: Action: Ask Question 1 & 2 to dead Markhat Bonus Action: Conditions: Concentrating: Object Interaction: Other: Cast Water Walk on Creativity (and Tempest) to get him to the Manor safely and stealthily and dryly. Another Other: Will ask questions once the Truth spell is cast by Fela.

[lostcheerio]

Bingle Curiosa Wildwander, Forest Gnome Wizard/Warlock Necromancy! Bingle is here! for! it! The number of gnomes from the village who have witnessed a siren interrogating a dead sahuagin is exactly zero. RIGHT? Probably. So Bingle tries to take it all in. The words of the incantation. The sick-making smell of the fish corpse, like trout eggs harvested yesterday -- bleh. She tries to imagine Markaht getting up on his legs and walking around, being under Tempest's commands. Saying things like "Yebs, Blemblest" and "Abs you wibsh, Blemblest." Hard to picture! He's so floppy and there's thick slime over his eyes. The sailors they mended are so nice and unslimy. Banx and Tempest fixed them up really well. If they get necromanced, they'll definitely be undistinguishable from regular construct flesh sailor hybrids. They'll probably still say "Aye-aye!" and even object to people taking pants off. Bingle wouldn't mind this, as a feature. Bingle puts a fish-disguised hand into her pocket and fingers the beautiful purple focus from the nuderdrak. Banx gave her the one that was slightly bigger and had a more interesting cut. She didn't argue. He could have made her take the smaller one. She would have accepted it. Probably. Hey, Glasya, just wnodering, do you have any evil enemies that we could bother? Please pick someone very bad for us to dismay. True, Banx, they should have asked Mad Robin more about Xolec but honestly everything happened so fast. They should have got her to come. She could go small and ride on Halran. Bingle thinks another practice prayer. Dear Glasya, we need some boosn. Do you have any gurdegs? Small pretty ones. Bingle waves her trident threateningly again at Markhat. Evil as you like.

ۜ\(סּںסּَ` )/ۜ   OOC: Initiative: Saving Throw: Move: Action: Bonus Action: Reaction: Free Action: Concentrating: Harlan's Action:

ۜ\(ಠ_ಠ)/ۜ   Bingle Wildwander Forest Gnome Wizard 5, School of Transmutation. Warlock 1, Pact of the Fiend. Folk Hero Att Mod Save Str 11 +0 +0 Dex 11 +0 +0 Con 14 +2 +2 Int 18 +4 +7 Wis 12 +1 +4 Cha 12 +1 +1 Adv vs. Magic for INT, WIS, CHA Sheet Passive Per. 11 Passive Inv. 17 Passive Ins. 14 HP 39/39 AC (13 MA) 10 Inspiration No Heal Potions 1 Initiative +0 Pro Bonus +3 Walking Speed 25 Defenses None Wiz DC/Att 15/+7 War DC/Att 12/+4 Spell Slots 1st:4/4 Pact 1/1 2nd:3/3 3rd:2/2 Cantrips Create Bonfire Dancing Lights Mage Hand Message Minor Illusion Eldritch Blast Prestidigitation Spells: 1 Find Familiar (Rit) 1 Identify (Rit) 1 Mage Armor 1 Magic Missile 1 T's Floating D (Rit) 1 Hex (BA) 1 Hellish Rebuke (Rea) 2 Alter Self 2 Invisibility 2 Misty Step 2 Max's Earthen Grasp 2 Magic Mouth (Rit) 3 Haste 3 Fly 3 Tiny Hut (Rit) 3 Water Breathe (Rit) Key Skills ⦿Animal Handling +4 Arcana +4 Deception +1 History +4 ⦿Insight +4 Intimidation +1 ⦿Investigation +7 Medicine +1 Nature +4 Perception +1 Performance +1 Persuasion +1 Religion +4 ⦿Survival +4 Wizard Features [ ] Arcane Recovery Minor Alchemy Warlock Features Pact Patron: Glasya When you reduce a hostile creature to 0 HP, you gain 2 temp HP.Dark One's Blessing Mask of Many Faces Gnome Features Darkvision You have advantage on all Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against magic.Gnome Cunning You can communicate simple ideas with Small or smaller beasts.Speak with Small Beasts Languages Common Gnomish Money 6 copper 12 silver 511 gold 13 plat 3 mixed coin Carrying Gas Bomb 2 Oil of Slipperiness Attuned Ring of Wild Fey Magic

[Fillyjonk]

Dead Sahuagin Says What Markat has one bleary, unruptered eye. It clicks back and forth, back and forth: Siren. Small priestess. Small warrior. QUESTION ONE: To be stored away, still as a baby’s bone dolls, and just as quiet in the air-y hold of the Rabbit’s ship until the time comes, for even silly sleepers can drown. Weak, so weak the air-people! WEAK! QUESTION TWO: Fuel for his glorious immortality, for his arising and ascension. Why have I not arisen, priestess? Why is my corpse lying here, blatting at you? He is not upset about not rising. He is dead. And not really there. But his corpse remembers that it should, and it muses.

OOC Just volleying answers. Proper entry later.

[ptwiddle]

FELA doesn't hafta do bad, NUH-UH Whether she fully believed Creativity or not, they were in a hurry, and she trusted his own translation more than Greed's. "Fine. Take your original, leave us the translation...but could you write a brief letter, explaining what he's done, vouching it's a translation? I won't show it around unnecessarily, won't break the story that you're dead when it could still matter, but it might help bring him to justice..." ...and keep me out of trouble with the Watchers she thinks, but doesn't add. Fela's lips pucker at Falco's "Hells, even th' good kind hafta do bad ever' once in a while. Ain't much that's so absolute." More than her lips, her whole face, her body, spirit, entire being -- all of her seizes up in an enormous "that's sour (aka WRONG)" pucker. "But Saliber..." she doesn't know how to continue. It hits too close to home -- to here, to now, stealing this boat. Was that home? "It's not lawful, maybe, taking this boat, but it's not bad. Just...murky. Laws conflict with each other, different goods conflict with each other...To Saliber it's all as clear as the light of day but to us it's shrouded in mist sometimes..." but her fiery righteousness trails off into doubt, hearing herself. She didn't sound like herself, like a Watcher, a Springer, a Paladin of Saliber. She sounded like a self-justifying maverick. It didn't feel good. But Saliber Herself had been there, in that noon heat, giving her more power. If Fela was straying from Her path surely She would have warned her, censured her, instead of giving her more power? With a little discussion of what Tempest's spell does, that the soul isn't there, Fela decides that her own Zone of Truth will probably not have any effect to the matter. But it's easy to forget that, hearing the body actually speak, dismissing weak air-breathers and boasting of glorious immortality, and Fela can't help but volley questions back in response to its answers. "Cinderrabbit! How can we find his ship? And his ceremony -- when and where is it to take place?"

Actions, etc. Aura of Protection: +4 to saves for Fela and any friendlies within 10'   CHARACTER SHEET HP: 52/52 AC:In Chain Mail, with/without Shield16 or 18 Spells: Fey-Touched: Charm: 1/Per Long Rest1 | Misty Step: 1/Per Long Rest1 Level 1: 4/4 Prepared: Alarm, Bless, Charm Person, Command, Compelled Duel, Detect Magic, Divine Favor Level 2: 2/2 Prepared: Locate Object, Misty Step, Moonbeam, Prayer of Healing, See Invisibility, Zone of Truth Lay on Hands: 30/Per Long Rest30 As an action, you can detect good and evil. Until the end of your next turn, you can sense anything affected by the hallow spell or know the location of any celestial, fiend, undead within 60 ft. that is not behind total cover.Divine Sense: 2/Per Long Rest5 Channel Divinity: 1/Per Short Rest1 You can use your Channel Divinity to invest your presence with the warding power of your faith. As an action, you can choose a number of creatures you can see within 30 feet of you, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of one creature). For 1 minute, you and the chosen creatures have advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws.Watcher’s Will You can use your Channel Divinity to castigate unworldly beings. As an action, you present your holy symbol and each aberration, celestial, elemental, fey, or fiend within 30 feet of you that can hear you must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is turned for 1 minute or until it takes damage. A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly end its move in a space within 30 feet of you. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can take the Dodge action.Abjure the Extraplanar You can expend a use of your Channel Divinity to fuel your spells. As a bonus action, you touch your holy symbol, utter a prayer, and regain one expended spell slot, the level of which can be no higher than half your proficiency bonus (rounded up). The number of times you can use this feature is based on the level you’ve reached in this class: 3rd level, once; 7th level, twice; and 15th level, thrice. You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.Harness Divine Power Attuned: Shield of Missile Attraction, Inflitrator's Key, DM Inspiration: NO Heal Potions: 1, from Tumble Carrying: Drunkard’s map, 1x Nyssa's Can keep watch all long restWatchdogwood Petals, 1x Granny Peth's Beast Befriender's Fluid, Shield of Missile Attraction, Magic +1Xendrose's Sword, +1 Springer Sword Pearl's calling card, Make a ranged attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 poison damage and must make a DC14 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it is also poisoned. It can repeat the save at the end of each of its turns.Dragon gas bomb, Turtle Distractimal Ricardt, the Retainer: HP: 12/12 AC: 10 Hide+10 Maude, the Marsh Tacky: HP: 13/13 DC 16 Animal Handling check, once per dayLoyalty checks (here)1/3