[Game Thread] Chapter 1: Newcomers

[Amarga]

A Disastrous Voyage Just days earlier you had been part of the first team to try and breach the Yonder Sea, a range of water that nobody had ever passed over before. Led by the boisterous Sir Roderick, your team had set out to make history. But it was not to be anything like what you had expected. The voyage was sheer madness, water froze one day, and nearly boiled the next. It all ended when a freak storm drove your ship into a whirlpool, and your last memory was that of darkness and a mysterious whisper, "Yes, you lot will do just fine..."

Awakening When you all awoke, you found yourselves in a strange land. It was no less wet, but the marshy trees, buzzing insects, and hanging humidity told you that you're far from any sea. Then a warty visage peered down at your reclining forms. "Oi? What's this then? More strangelings, in such a short time? By my boils, what is the kingdom coming to! Well you'd best come right along, I'm sure his lordship has much to hear and say, if you're anything like the last fellow." A quick look around partially revealed your strange circumstances. A large, warty toad-man the height of a human male puffed on a pipe as he looked over the group of you. "But I'm glad I got a larger pad for this trip, between you and all of your things, I thought I would have to toss one of you back in!" The toad-man chuckled and slapped his toes against the dried surface of the massive lily-pad. "Oh don't give me that look, I'm joking of course. I would be mad to meet so many strangelings only to toss them in the bog! But where are my manners? My name is Brogg, and I'm a berry-picker. Who are you?"

[Alemar]

Strange New Worlds Harper rubbed the tense muscles that ran along the back of her neck, unsure of what type of dream she was in. She remembered the freak storm, the whirlpool, and then the voice of The Wavemother; but where exactly had Umberlee deposited them? A strange place where the toads were as large as men, and spoke Common more fluently than half the sailors she knew back home... Smiling at the Frog-man, she proffered her hand as she introduced herself "Hullo Brogg, I'm Dee... err you can call me 'Harper' a pleasure to meet you." She chuckled slightly at the correction, before catching upon the strange creature's words. "Wait, MORE? How many strangelings have you rescued? Who was this 'last fellow' ?" She wondered aloud. "I hope you don't find this rude Brogg, but what exactly type of creature are you, where are we?" The Tiefling's curiosity won out over her sense of propriety, and she couldn't hold back her wonderment any longer. She was far from home, and if she was to survive, she would probably do well to learn as much as she could!

 

Harper the Ranger, Level 1

Vital Statistics Armor Class: 18 Hit Points: 12/12 Hit Dice: 1d10 Strength 10 Dexterity 16 Constitution 14 Intelligence 10 Wisdom 13 Charisma 12 Gear Rapier + Shield +5 to hit 1d8+3 Melee Weapon Longbow +5 to hit 1d8+3 150-600 feet Spells Cantrips ∞ Pg. 282Thaumaturgy Key Abilities You have advantage on Survival Checks to track this enemy type, and on any Intelligence checks to recall information about them.Favored Enemy: Beasts Double proficiency bonus for Intelligence or Wisdom checks related to Terrain Difficult terrain does not slow group travel Group can not become lost except by magical means You remain alert to dangers even when engaged in other activities If you are travelling alone moving stealthily does not reduce speed When you forage for supplies you find twice as much as normal While Tracking you learn the exact number of creatures, their size, and how long ago they passed through Favored Terrain: Coastal

[97mg]

Swept up by the wind In time, the tending of a decrepit hamlet's pet cemetery had gotten to be, well... kind of dull. Even the preventive maintenance aspect came to be a bit too much after a while. Buzzing about to mend the aftermath of a cat-fight, or the ribs of a rabbit over-squeezed by its hug-addicted owner's toddler. The locals would have been either saddened or overcome with joy all those days ago, discovering that the burrow where the strange fairy girl lived was all of a sudden, vacated. In truth, Fledidi's retreat wasn't all about being overworked, or even wanting to take her Goddess's gifts elsewhere to literally greener pastures. Yes, an actual and proper forest would be nice! You see, eventually a few "sisters" had heard stories from several travelers they'd played with, giggled at, or otherwise tried to extort treats from in the South. Oh yes, back dere's in dem dere Slippo-town, there bes a fey who elped animals, jus outto der kindness of her eart! This wasn't complete truth of course. Fledidi wasn't any better at handling animals than your average Joe, maybe even worse. She did however, happen to have an invisible, and quite possibly imaginary friend, who could just... heal stuff, furred, feathered or whatever the case might be. It had only been a matter of time until one of those incessantly cheerful, over-colored and laughing-gas bloated sisters would visit. And so one had. Flecici! Damn, she was such a micro prom queen biatch. The next dawn, little Fledidi buzzed on out of there. Her backpack was far too heavy to fly around with, but her lips sure did some buzzing, as she dragged it along the ground to the nearest track. The story from there was quite a long one. A montage if you will, of sneaking into parked wagons, stealing fruit from orchards, and pretty much just making as much distance between herself and her sisters as possible. She headed for the nearest beach, some days away. Yes, with some water between her and her supposed "family", maybe she'd be able to find a new home, a place devoid of silliness and rainbows. A ship attempting to cross the Yonder Sea sounded just like the ticket, except of course she never bought one. Well, it wasn't like she took up much space, right? And there were rats on board. She could help keep them all safe! With eyes on the future, and a promise to the Goddess to do better, the fairy had one of those interesting, but usually temporary, feelings of optimism. Yep. A sinking. Of all the boats she could have chosen! Her Goddess said to just kind of not stress about it, easy to say if you were incorporeal and pretty much immortal! Fledidi would never look at open water quite the same again. It was like a big wet mouth, just waiting to gobble you up! Some time later, when her eyes opened, she saw nothing but brown. Mud. She was face down in it! Ooo, this is cozy, is this my grave? I kind of expected to at least have a casket or something... or am I back in Slippo-town? Honestly, I'd rather be dead. There was no answer to her inner thoughts, except for a voice above her somewhere. Lord... Bog... Boils... Berry? Berry-picker? Her tiny tummy grumbled. Berries! With two small hands, she pushed herself upright and turned around, swampy earth clinging to her squeaky black leather skirt. Then she dislodged some of the goop from her face, revealing a skin of pale... almost blue sheen. Her long black hair, which could be quite gorgeous if it were brushed, hung limp and gluggy too. "Brogg? I'm... Fledidi." She looked down a touch, and there, right between her slender legs was her pack! Surely it should have ended up on the bottom of the ocean? The damn thing was heavy! Then she noticed there were other folks splashed around here too... some of them strangely familiar perhaps? The first one she laid eyes on was the horned woman. Saucy! Yes, Fledidi couldn't have missed her on the boat. Hot! With good fashion tastes! She was already asking the big toad-thing lots of questions. "Hey!" The fairy gave the pair a little wave, and then turned to see who else was around.

[DemonSlayer]

Leonora Leonora woke to a dizzying headache, her mind a jumble of memories as it tried desperately to make sense of things. The images were... Fleeting, yet vivid. A thunderstorm. A crashing of waves against the ship. Dragging sir Roderick belowdeck, before the waves could wash him overboard. The wooden hull, creaking ominously before shattering. And then, the cold and the dark enveloping them both. Her lungs, burning. And in the back of her mind, a whispering, so faint it might've been but a memory. Leonora groaned, pressing a gloved fist against her temple as she tried to get up from the ground. Only now did she realize she'd been lying in the mud. Despite her headache and feelings of disorientation, the half-elf couldn't help but feel a mote of amusement. If only the others at sir Roderick's court could see her now, clothes caked with dirt. They already thought so little of her; her current appearance would've been more fuel for the fire. The young half-elf was almost glad the shipwreck had saved her from their scorn. Wait. Shipwreck. The thought suddenly crystallized in her mind, piercing the fog clouding her mind. They had suffered a shipwreck! Despite her body's protests, Leonora righted herself, eyes wide. Where was she? Where was sir Roderick? She jumped to her feet, took in the scene around her- and stopped. A giant frog. Why was the frog talking? What was this place? How did she get here? Why wasn't she dead? Her balance uneven, one hand still pressed to the side of her head, the other instinctively went for the hilt of her blade. 'What- who- where...' She tried, all her questions vying for priority in her mind. Only then did she notice some of her fellow shipmates- specifically, the fairy and the musician- already speaking with the frog-creature. Subtly, she interposed herself as best she could between those she knew, and the one she did not. She was sir Roderick's protector- and she would fill that role, even if he wasn't here. 'Brogg,' Leonora said, with difficulty- waking up in this marshland had left her throat parched, and despite the rush of adrenaline, she hadn't entirely gotten over dizziness yet. 'You'll have to forgive us our confused state. It is not every day you wake up in the marshes,' she said, trying for levity. 'My name is Leonora Arnuanna, and we are all of us members of sir Roderick's expedition beyond the Yonder Sea.' She looked around and laughed. 'Given that there is no sea around us, I can only imagine how little sense I am making.' She shook her head, and immediately regretted, the pounding headache returning with the violent motion. 'Nonetheless, it is imperative we find again our leader. Have you... Seen him?' she asked, quickly describing sir Roderick to the strange frog creature. Part of her wondered at the banality of speaking to a frog creature, but her duty convinced her to compartmentalize that specific bit of madness, to be addressed later. Right now, she needed to find her charge. 'I don't suppose you might've seen someone like that, here? Perhaps he was taken to this... lord, you speak of?' Prressing her eyes closed for a moment, she added. 'And, this "lordship"... What does he want with us? Exactly?'

 

Leonora Arnuanna, half-elf paladin (

• Personality Trait: I am protective of those around me, regardless of whether they need (or deserve) such treatment.
• Personaliy Trait: I am quick to compliment others on their achievements- deserved praise wins hearts, but idle praise poisons them.
• Ideal: The beauty of nature must be safeguarded.
• Bond: I am sworn to serve sir Roderick, both as mistress of the hunt and as his protector.
• Flaw: I have trouble suppressing my envious streak, especially towards those who are granted what I have to work for.

courtier)

HP: 12/12
AC: 16
Speed: 30
Senses: Passive perception 11, darkvision 60'

STR	8	-1
DEX	16	+3
CON	14	+2
INT	8	-1
WIS	12	+3
CHA	16	+5

Abilities & Saves |

Athletics	+1
Inisight	+3
Intimidation	+5
Persuasion	+5
Stealth	+5
Survival	+3
Common
Elven
Orcish
Giant
Sylvan

Skills & Languages |

• Rapier: +5, d8+3 piercing, finesse
• Shortbow: +5, d6+3 piercing, two-handed, ranged 80/320
• Leather & shield: AC 13

Combat |

• Explorer's pack
• Holy Symbol
• Fine clothes
• Purse w/ 5 gp

Equipment |

• Court Functionary: Gain access to records and inner workings of noble courts/governments. Knows the movers and shakers, who can provide favors, and the current intrigues.
• Fey Ancestry: Advantage on saves vs Charmed, can't be put to sleep magically.

Special

Expendables
* HD: 1/1 d10
* Arrows: 20
* As an action, sense the location of celestials, fiends or undead within 60' until the end of your turn.Divine Sense: 4/4 per long rest
* As an action, spend points to heal a touched creature (1:1) or remove a poison/disease (5:1).Lay on Hands: 5/5 per long rest

[Amarga]

Brogg the Berry-Picker The elderly toad gave out a throaty chuckle when he heard Fledidi's stomach growl. Reaching behind him, Brogg pulled on a rope that was tied to his lily-pad. All along the rope bobbed jars filled with various types of berries. With a grunt, Brogg popped the lid of one massive jar the size of Fledidi's torso and filled nearly to the brim with smooth, dark-skinned berries. "Here you go, something to keep you one your feet. Bell-berries are wonderful for a filling breakfast, and they have some virtue in warding off web-rash. Not that it seems you lot have to worry about it." The old toad leaned back and thought, "Well to answer the both of you somewhat," he pointed at Harper and Leonora with his pipe, "You have to be a shock to me and for sure. Here I was, pulling up a single strangeling the a few days ago, the first such strangeling that's ever been seen in these parts, and one that speaks! Which I've never heard of in all my long years Then the next I pull up a whole bunch more! All full of questions and as varied in form as any could think!" He puffed on his pipe and nodded to Leonora, "Oh yes! Sir-roder-somthing-or-other! Big fellow, red hair, bristly moustache, eyes all full of determination, with a chest any proud young toad fellow would be jealous of and a laugh louder than my dear old-grandfather's croak!" Brogg frowned as his lily-pad rocked slightly in the water. "It's odd, but he seemed awfully shocked that nobody else had appeared before him. When I thought it was odd that I ever saw a strangeling at all! He went right to his majesty the king and apparently caused quite a fuss in getting some sort of search party set up to look for other strangelings like himself." "Now that is why his kingship is likely to want to speak with you. Seven strangelings, plus one, all within a week and speaking of something called the "Sea"! That is an event people will be whispering about from the wandering hills to the furthest reaches of the sunlit woods." Brogg chuckled at Harper's question. "Now maybe some would be insulted, being proud of themselves, but I'm no braggart or knight. I am a humble toddart, born and raised in the Kingdom of Rapplus III, long may he reign." "Toddarts is we call ourselves, that being our way. Some less kindly might call us boil-mongers or squelchers, while the respectful might call us thunder-throats or lily-folk. But I was asked just such a question by Sir Rodrig, who sometimes called me 'Master Brogg', now he was a pleasant fellow." The old toad's throat bulged with pride and released the stream of smoke he had been building up from his pipe, "I took him to the king at only at his own insistence. This Sir Roderg is a master who will have his way, as they say." "Once I dropped him off at the entrance to Rapploc, his kingship's seat of power and as beautiful a town as any you can find, I moved on with my business, quite in a daze. " "I didn't hear of what happened with kind Sir Rodik after that, but his majesty sent me a message, entreating me to keep my eyes open for more strangelings as I went about my picking. Apparently your kind master left quite an impression on his kingship for him to make such an inquiry of old Brogg."

[Crocodile]

Kraghbar al-Gruun "Urrk... oh, Gmork's smelly armpits, I can still taste the salt." Kraghbar's journey back to consciousness had not been an easy one, his memories plagued as they were with visions of being swallowed whole by the terrifying reality of the endless stretch of water, reaching clear unto the horizon. Then those fears being made manifest by a storm which had threatened to finish the job and turn him into seafood had given him ample reason to believe there was no way he would be waking up on any proper side of the living world. And yet there he was, every fat roll, every scarred toenail, writhing awake as he took stock of his environs to figure out very quickly that he had no idea where the bloody hell he was. The sight of the giant frog was enough to make him reconsider whether he had truly survived or not though. "What in the sandspittin' hells is that thing?! The heck's a Brogg?! Where're we even- wait, you say berries? Where? I'm starvin'!" Indeed, nearly dying had a certain way of developing one's appetite, and berries being on offer meant that any and all other concerns could be put on hold. Naturally, when Brogg offered the bell-berries to the group, Kraghbar scooped up a healthy handful for himself and shoved them right in his gullet, the orc's loud squelches as he chewed on the whole lot accompanying a deep, satisfied moan as dark juices dribbled down his broad, bulbous chin. "Mmmmmmph." In a further demonstration of his satisfaction, Kraghbar let out a mighty belch, several seconds long and oh so very comfortable, signaling the end of his little snack. And that had been a snack, but everyone needed to eat. That was the ironclad rule of meals when there were multiple people present at the table. "Yeah, that hit the spot. So, Broggi buddy, you sayin' this king wants ta see us and stuff? Does that come with a big, fancy meal welcomin' us to his domain? 'Cause I could use more than an appetizer to get me goin' after nearly dyin'." As the conversation advanced, Kraghbar got more of a careful look at their rescuer, his face scrunching as he seemed to strain in analyzing the self-identified toddart. "Oh, a toddart's what y'are! Sorry, I coulda sworn you was just a giant frog. My mistake!" He could just imagine the meal one could make of frog legs that size, but in his experience it was generally considered rude to eat things that could talk, so those thoughts were quickly stricken down in exchange for anticipating what the king would have in store for them. "Kinda like how the tiny bug-lady and the goat-lady aren't bugs or goats, they're... uh, I forget what they are, but definitely not bugs or goats, even though they look like, well, that." Kraghbar pointed to Fledidi and Harper in turn, his fat finger making sure to point out the confusing bits on their persons that had so confused him until the record had been set straight. "Still, when ya think about it, it's a miracle bug-lady's kept herself from being bird food all this time. The featherbrains wouldn't know she's not supposed to be food. Heh, silly birds, so nice and tender once you get'em boiling. Your king's gonna serve us some nice birdies for dinner, right?"

 

Stat Block Kraghbar al-Gruun

[Grouchy]

Liam Groaning as he awakens, Liam feels like he has been run over by a horse and wagon. He can still vividly remember the bizarre waters of the sea before finally being caught in a whirlpool. He remembers breathing in water and his eyes starting to cloud over, and now... he is here. Far from the sea. What in the name of Helm is happening? Rising groggily to his feet, his mouth still tasting the water of the Yonder Sea, he wonders briefly if he is dead. Then he sees some of the others from the ship, standing around a... a... giant toad, of some kind. A toad that speaks. Attempting to regain his bearing, he brushes off his tabard and straightens his armor, then adjusts his back strap to ensure his sword is properly placed. He then walks over to listen to the man-toad to see him pass berries to one of the others to the ship and speaks to them, apparently in response to questions the others have already asked. When he has a chance, Liam clears his throat and then asks "If I may enquire, Master Brogg. Is that where we are, the Kingdom of Rapp... Rap-pil-us III?"

Actions Move: Action: Reaction: Bonus Action: Object Interaction: Current Effects:

 

Stat Block Companion Liam Variant Human | Cleric 1 (Twilight) | Soldier| Feats: Great Weapon Master. HP: 10/10 | AC: 16 | Saves: STR +3 / DEX +1 / CON +2 / INT -1 / WIS +4 / CHA +2 Senses: Darkvision – 300 feet. Initiative +1. Passive Perception 14. Passive Investigation 9. Move: 30 feet. | Conditions: None. Melee Attack: +5 | Ranged Attack: +3 Greatsword | +5 strike, 2D6+3 slashing damage. | Heavy, two-handed. Dagger | +5/3 strike, 1D4+3 piercing damage. | Finesse, light, thrown (20/60). Trained Skills: Athletics +5. Insight +4. Intimidation +2. Perception +4. Persuasion +2. SPELLS: (DC 12, +4 spell attack bonus) | (1) 2/2. |(*denotes domain spell.) (0): Guidance. Sacred Flame. Thaumaturgy. (1): Bless. Cure Wounds. Faerie Fire*. Guiding Bolt. Sleep*. Special Abilities/Other Information: Everwatch Knight of the Church of Helm.Background Feature: Military Rank | Gains darkvision 300 feet. As action, can magically share this with 2 others within 10 feet of him for 1 hour. Recovers this ability after a long rest or spending a spell slot.Eyes of Night | If he scores a critical hit with a two handed weapon that reduces a creature to 0 HP, can make a melee attack as a bonus action against another opponent within 5’. Before he strikes, can take a -5 penalty to strike to gain +10 damage.Feat: Great Weapon Master | Bone Dice. Land Vehicles.Tool Proficiencies | Can give a creature he touches (including himself) advantage on their next initiative roll. Benefit ends immediately after roll or if granted to someone else.Vigilant Blessing

[Citizen Sam]

Cadmun As their caecilian savior plied the early risers of the group with the gifts of nourishment and pleasant conversation, a somewhat…deeper sleeper among the newcomers, a rather pale dark-haired fellow, was possibly overlooked by the others. …Or perhaps they simply wished for a little peace before the intrusive man began barraging them with a litany of questions and observations about their current predicament. But alas a dry, hacking cough would soon be heard from behind the the rest of the group as Cadmun rose to a sitting position, rubbing at his throat, which felt strangely dry given that it had been filled with water last he remembered. “...Odd. I’m almost certain I was drowning mere moments ago.” Deft hands quickly began patting up and down his coat pockets until he found a small pair of glasses, placing them over a pair of wandering, wide blue eyes. Quickly the young wizard began taking stock of his surroundings while everyone else ate and conversed…before their most generous host came into his sights. “Pardon! Er, pardon me! Excuse me!” Like an irresistible force Cadmun had somehow managed to worm his way through his fellow castaways, even a rather knight and a rather wide orc, and soon he found himself approaching toad man directly. “Ahem…Ser Brogg was it? If I may ask some questions just to clarify…have we passed on? Have we, uh, to use a colloquialism, 'joined the choir invisible'?” With a flourish, Cadmun produced one of omnipresent paperback journals as he began jotting things down. That’s the important part after all. “You described your people as…’toddarts’...do they function as afterlife guides? A sort of…spiritual psychopomp so to speak?" All the while the wizard's gaze kept switching back and forth from his furious scribbling to meeting Brogg's gaze. "Oh! And those berries look interesting too, might I inquire as to their properties? ...Bell berries you called them? Is that a reference to infernal or celestial properties?" ...Someone should probably save the poor toad.

[silverfeathers]

The deck had heaved and creaked under her feet, Jane prayed fervently for it to stop, for them to be on solid land. The pitching and throwing of the vessel was more than enough to make the young dwarf sick. The stormy clouds, rain and thunder made Jane wonder if she had made the wrong choice. The salt spray stung her eyes as she looked up a crack of lightning. Although truth be told she had been sea-sick since setting foot on Sir Roddrick’s ship. His sword-lady had tried to teach her the trick to keep her eyes on the horizon to ease the queasiness in her stomach.

Then the deck was gone, there was nothing below her boots except an unknown amount of dark, cold ocean water. The cleric began to sink, pulled down by the weight of her hammer and shield. Her lung screamed at her to open her mouth and suck in a breath of air, but her mind fought back telling her no she would drowned if she did that. The rumble of the waves started to encroach on her thoughts as a voice told her, “she would do.” It was not the voice of her God Silvanus.

Suddenly, gasping, breathing, swallowing huge mouthfuls of air the dwarf, the last of castaways, sat up in the swamp. Though sitting up, she was barely a head above the waterline.

“I’m alive,” Jane gasped, her throat felt like sandpaper, raw and hard to speak. Looking around wildly her eyes feel on the rest of the castaways. They were huddle together around something floating on the water. It had it’s back to her, it looked like a frog or a short man in a hat.

The dwarf struggled to her feet, she still felt like she never got her sea legs and staggered to the party in the squishy ground.

“What’s going on? Where are we,” she asked. Jane listened as Brogg and the others made introductions and explained to her what all had transpired since they all found themselves in the swamp. Jane nodded and made small comments such as, yes, hmmmm, and alright.

“Well that sounds like the best thing to do. We should see the king. If he’s spoken with Sir Roddrick, what did you say, less than a week ago Brogg, then he can tell us were to find him. He can’t be that far away or ahead of us,” Jane decided.

[DemonSlayer]

Leonora The tension which had been building in Leonora's shoulders seemed to ease somewhat, when the frog- or Toddard, as it called himself- confirmed sir Roderick was still alive, and had indeed provided a clue to the knight's whereabouts. Finding sir Roderick was the half-elf's priority, currently, and with a clear destination provided, she found herself regaining a measure of stability. Meanwhile, more and more of her companions were waking up, each of them as confused as she was. Leonora held up a hand, soothingly, addressing the others. 'We may find ourselves in strange lands, with no idea of how we came to be here,' she spoke. 'But right now, we live.' The half-elf looked at Cadmun in particular as she said this, giving the young wizard a reassuring look. 'We live. And Jane has the right of it,' the paladin agreed with the dwarf, giving the priestess an appreciative glance. 'We should find other survivors. With sir Roderick still alive and already setting up a search party, I agree that we should meet with his majesty Rapplus the third, and continue our search from there.' Turning back to the toad-like creature, Leonora offered a sincere bow before speaking again. 'Thank you, Brogg, for answering some of our questions. While our group finds itself disoriented still, I gladly accept your invitation, if you would be so kind as to guide us to Rapploc. Let us hope we can answer your king's questions, and he ours,' the half-elf offered, before turning to the others again. She had seen their faces around the ship, but her duties had kept her from mingling with others beyond the most superficial of small talk. 'I cannot speak for all of us,' she started, uncertain. 'But I hope you will accompany us to Rapploc. Whatever happened to us, we will more easily find answers if we stick together.'

 

Leonora Arnuanna, half-elf paladin (

• Personality Trait: I am protective of those around me, regardless of whether they need (or deserve) such treatment.
• Personaliy Trait: I am quick to compliment others on their achievements- deserved praise wins hearts, but idle praise poisons them.
• Ideal: The beauty of nature must be safeguarded.
• Bond: I am sworn to serve sir Roderick, both as mistress of the hunt and as his protector.
• Flaw: I have trouble suppressing my envious streak, especially towards those who are granted what I have to work for.

courtier)

HP: 12/12
AC: 16
Speed: 30
Senses: Passive perception 11, darkvision 60'

STR	8	-1
DEX	16	+3
CON	14	+2
INT	8	-1
WIS	12	+3
CHA	16	+5

Abilities & Saves |

Athletics	+1
Inisight	+3
Intimidation	+5
Persuasion	+5
Stealth	+5
Survival	+3
Common
Elven
Orcish
Giant
Sylvan

Skills & Languages |

• Rapier: +5, d8+3 piercing, finesse
• Shortbow: +5, d6+3 piercing, two-handed, ranged 80/320
• Leather & shield: AC 13

Combat |

• Explorer's pack
• Holy Symbol
• Fine clothes
• Purse w/ 5 gp

Equipment |

• Court Functionary: Gain access to records and inner workings of noble courts/governments. Knows the movers and shakers, who can provide favors, and the current intrigues.
• Fey Ancestry: Advantage on saves vs Charmed, can't be put to sleep magically.

Special

Expendables
* HD: 1/1 d10
* Arrows: 20
* As an action, sense the location of celestials, fiends or undead within 60' until the end of your turn.Divine Sense: 4/4 per long rest
* As an action, spend points to heal a touched creature (1:1) or remove a poison/disease (5:1).Lay on Hands: 5/5 per long rest

[Crocodile]

Kraghbar al-Gruun "'Course I'm comin', that's where the grub is. And seein' as I didn't get that seafood I was promised, somebody owes me an appetizer or two. Speakin' a which." Kraghbar grabbed another set of berries, only half a fistful this time, and proceeded to sidle his large frame into position beside Cadmun, one hand clamping down on the scholar's shoulder and another raising the mound of berries up to level height with the human's mouth. "Less askin', more chewin'. Gotta keep your strength up on the move. That goes for the rest of you lot too, no one's marchin' on an empty stomach on my watch, so come grab some grub 'fore we get to trekkin'!" He eyed the rest of the party impatiently, looking to see if anybody else would be taking too long in refueling their bodies before the journey ahead.

 

Stat Block Kraghbar al-Gruun | Race: Orc | Fighter level 1 HP: 13/13 | AC: 16 | PP: 14 | Speed: 30 ft. | Hit Die: 1/1 Languages: Common, Primordial, Orcish Ability Use: Second Wind: 1/1 | Adrenaline Rush: 2/2 Abilities: You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.Second Wind, You can take the Dash action as a bonus action. You can use this trait a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.Adrenaline Rush, You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight you can push, drag, or lift.Powerful Build, When you are reduced to 0 hit points but not killed outright, you can drop to 1 hit point instead. Once you use this trait, you can’t do so again until you finish a long rest.Relentless Endurance, You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You discern colors in that darkness only as shades of gray.Darkvision, Your unarmed strikes can deal bludgeoning damage equal to 1d6 + your Strength modifier on a hit. If you aren’t wielding any weapons or a shield when you make the attack roll, the d6 becomes a d8. At the start of each of your turns, you can deal 1d4 bludgeoning damage to one creature grappled by you.Unarmed Fighting Relevant Equipment: +5 to hit, 1d10+3 Slashing damage, ReachGlaive, +5 to hit, 1d6+3 piercing damageMorningstar

[97mg]

Swept up by the wind Fledidi had smiled nervously and then carefully selected a berry from those available, before thanking Brogg for the sustenance. "You're very kind! Thank you for sharing!" She didn't want to be rude, and berries were kind of her favorite, but given the circumstances she chose to proceed with a little caution. A gentle sniff of it first, and then small bites. When it seemed that nothing was amiss, down it went, oh so sweet! It was the energy burst she really needed, especially with the number of people around here, and all the talking! Eyeing the gathering in closer detail, it appeared to be safe to presume that these were all folks off the same boat. Ah, Cadmun, bless him. The boy was an earful but at least he was attentive and interested. He'd been good for entertainment and company during the voyage. Leonora or whatever her name was, was asking questions too. She always seemed a bit up tight and formal? Then there was Kraghbar... he made the little fairy nervous what with his size and teeth and everything. On the other hand, they did have something in common. An almost insatiable appetite! Being called Bird wasn't very nice, but then Fledidi remembered that some people used the word as slang, to refer to women. Well, at least the Orc was kind of witty and entertaining. Alas, if Leonora sounded formal, then Liam was even moreso! The tall fellow seemed kind of stiff too. And then there was Jane. Fledidi couldn't work out why anyone could be bothered carrying a huge hammer around all the time, but the upside was... well, some of these people could carry heavy stuff! That suited her just fine. It sure looked like they were going to be escorted off to meet a King pretty soon. Exciting! Fledidi hoped they'd have a chance to clean up a bit first though. Or... maybe this King was an oversized frog too, in which case a bit of mud probably wouldn't matter?

[DemonSlayer]

Leonora Leonora considered the berries for a moment, then strode forward and selected a choice few from among them. 'Thank you,' she offered. 'I know not how filling these will be, but at least they should wash the taste of salt water from our mouths.' Honestly, she felt hungry enough to eat a boar whole- but berries would do for now. 'Let's hope we have an opportunity to enjoy your cooking later, once we come across some proper ingredients.' She wondered then, would there actually be anything to hunt in this place? The toads were apparently sentient and man-sized... Hopefully, the same did not hold true for all animals! 'So Rapploc,' she started with a smile. 'Is it far from here?'

 

Leonora Arnuanna, half-elf paladin (

• Personality Trait: I am protective of those around me, regardless of whether they need (or deserve) such treatment.
• Personaliy Trait: I am quick to compliment others on their achievements- deserved praise wins hearts, but idle praise poisons them.
• Ideal: The beauty of nature must be safeguarded.
• Bond: I am sworn to serve sir Roderick, both as mistress of the hunt and as his protector.
• Flaw: I have trouble suppressing my envious streak, especially towards those who are granted what I have to work for.

courtier)

HP: 12/12
AC: 16
Speed: 30
Senses: Passive perception 11, darkvision 60'

STR	8	-1
DEX	16	+3
CON	14	+2
INT	8	-1
WIS	12	+3
CHA	16	+5

Abilities & Saves |

Athletics	+1
Inisight	+3
Intimidation	+5
Persuasion	+5
Stealth	+5
Survival	+3
Common
Elven
Orcish
Giant
Sylvan

Skills & Languages |

• Rapier: +5, d8+3 piercing, finesse
• Shortbow: +5, d6+3 piercing, two-handed, ranged 80/320
• Leather & shield: AC 13

Combat |

• Explorer's pack
• Holy Symbol
• Fine clothes
• Purse w/ 5 gp

Equipment |

• Court Functionary: Gain access to records and inner workings of noble courts/governments. Knows the movers and shakers, who can provide favors, and the current intrigues.
• Fey Ancestry: Advantage on saves vs Charmed, can't be put to sleep magically.

Special

Expendables
* HD: 1/1 d10
* Arrows: 20
* As an action, sense the location of celestials, fiends or undead within 60' until the end of your turn.Divine Sense: 4/4 per long rest
* As an action, spend points to heal a touched creature (1:1) or remove a poison/disease (5:1).Lay on Hands: 5/5 per long rest

[Alemar]

Strange New Worlds The Tiefling had always preferred the open seas to life among the close fitting shanties of the dockworks. They were a welcome reminder that if you didn't like where you were, you could always chase that horizon, and soon enough, provided you'd plied The Goddess of the Deep, you'd find yourself someplace new... Which come to think of it was exactly what had happened to them! Looking back over her shoulder at the growing number of wakening passengers, Harper turned to asses the Lily pad that they were all standing upon. The more she calculated, the more claustrophobic it all appeared to her. "As you say, it's going to be a tight fit getting all of us to stay onboard this thing without one of us falling off, or accidentally being sent back into the swamp. And, I'd wager probably a slower trip to wherever we're supposed to be going as well... I wonder, Master Brogg? If there are any more of these plants around here that I could use to lighten your load? If we each take half the passengers, we'll get to where we are going in half the time. Harper questioned the Toddart, not that she had any real discomfort with the other survivors, but she did enjoy her personal space. If she was going to have to give that up for now, she would prefer it to be as short-lived an experience as possible.

I have Skill Proficiency with Water Vehicles, so I figured I might as well offer to use it...

 

Harper the Ranger, Level 1

Vital Statistics Armor Class: 18 Hit Points: 12/12 Hit Dice: 1d10 Strength 10 Dexterity 16 Constitution 14 Intelligence 10 Wisdom 13 Charisma 12 Gear Rapier + Shield +5 to hit 1d8+3 Melee Weapon Longbow +5 to hit 1d8+3 150-600 feet Spells Cantrips ∞ Pg. 282Thaumaturgy Key Abilities You have advantage on Survival Checks to track this enemy type, and on any Intelligence checks to recall information about them.Favored Enemy: Beasts Double proficiency bonus for Intelligence or Wisdom checks related to Terrain Difficult terrain does not slow group travel Group can not become lost except by magical means You remain alert to dangers even when engaged in other activities If you are travelling alone moving stealthily does not reduce speed When you forage for supplies you find twice as much as normal While Tracking you learn the exact number of creatures, their size, and how long ago they passed through Favored Terrain: Coastal

[Amarga]

Brogg the Berry-Picker Brogg let out a hacking cough as his shock caused him to suck in too much smoke. Wheezing, he turned to point at the orc. "I- I'd be careful saying that sort of thing about birds, even as a joke. The Skyholders aren't known for their humour, and even his majesty takes care not to offend them. By my boils, what a thing to think of! but I suppose things may be different where you come from." The elderly toad's chest swelled and he let out a wheezing croak as he master himself once more. "If you're looking for water beasts, I'm sure his majesty will have fish aplenty to host you with." Turning to Liam, Brogg smiled, though he still wheezed slightly as he tried to clear his over-inhaled smoke. "Y-yes, you seem a sort much similar to Sir Rodark, very tough in the fibre. You are in the Paloro, the Swamp Kingdom. As for 'passing on'" The old toad redirected his attention to Cadmun, "I don't know what you mean about sicko-pumps or invisible singers, but you're as alive as I am." Brogg's throat vibrated as a throaty chuckle welled up, "Though I am an old toad, so maybe that's not as comforting as I thought. But none of you seem as old as good Sir Roderick if I may guess at such a thing, you certainly all seem a good bit... 'fresher' I might say." That follows. Sir Roderick was hardly a young man, but despite his advanced aging he was as reckless as any bold young man, much to the concern of his retainers. The toad nodded to Leonora, "they're hardly a full meal, but they're good and packed full of what you need to keep an edge off your hunger. As for Rapploc." He pointed an oar away from them, "It's a few hours north by water, but unless you can swim better than you look you can, you lot would probably have a bunch of delays if you made it at all! Even as it stands it'll likely take double the normal time for us to get there as I'll have to take things slow and be careful not to damage my pad, We probably won't get there until nightfall." He was right about that, this swamp was more water than land. The party could see few patches of potentially solid ground amongst the abundant water, and swimming with their loads would likely send them straight down to the bottom of the murky waters. As for the time, the cloudy, green-tinged sky made it hard to tell what time of day it was, someone with experience could probably pick it out though. Smiling broadly, Brogg shook his had at the mention of another pad. He ran a finger across it as if to demonstrate something, and indeed the pad was quite dry! With a finish that made it resistant to any liquid the party might spill. "You can't just use any old pad and expect it to hold, these things need to be properly cared for to bear a good amount of weight. A couple small toadlings have nothing to fear if they use a wet one to sit around on for an afternoon, but we have many large folk here to move snf a good distance to push across." He thought about it for a moment and regarded Harper critically, "But you seem to have proper wet-legs, and I don't think you would have suggested it if you weren't confident. Hmmmm." The old toad then nodded, having made up his mind, "If you have the skills, lend a hand with the steering and the paddling. Having an extra pair of skilled hands should help speed us along much better, and we can set off right away!" OOC Good start everyone! A DC 12 Nature or Survival check will reveal the time of day (Harper's background as a sailor gives her advantage on this). Meanwhile we can get the expedition underway, Harper can make a water vehicle check to speed up their journey. Those with proficiency in survival or nature can, in turn, use the Help action to give Harper advantage on the check. I leave it up to you if you have any other abilities or spells that could potentially add bonuses to the trip.