Ms Ravenwinter

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

The storm raged, claps of thunder matching crashes of waves across the ship's bow. The vessel tossed to and fro as the captain struggled to fight the calamity of the sea hanging overhead. Wait... The sea overhead? Bilford Bogin! The sea's overhead! Of course! That's what's causing the stir.

"Captain Jill!" Eliza exclaimed before turning to the abandoned helm behind her. She made a disappointed sigh and stomped forward on deck until she reached the staircase that led off the bridge. An ocean blizzard of a wolf strode down from the sea-addled skies and the gnome's protective instincts surged into an incantation. As the magical beast approached, she drew in the air with her staff and formed a dome with her hand, mind affixed to the friction of the Weave's magical threads. A phrase, any phrase, was yelled out to guide the powerful threads to her presence.

"Captain! Steer us clear of the--" Waves battered the hull of the ship, wrenching Eliza from her stance. Her body tumbled down the staircase for an instant until her staff slammed onto the deck, holding her upright. "--the waterspout will capsize us! It's a portal!" Her phrase continued unabated as her concentration was held expertly. The dome constructed of her fingers clenched into a closed ball as a final swing of her staff punctuated the incantation. A swirling mass of translucent energy encapsulated the elemental wolf until the magical threads wove together into a solid sphere of prohibiting force.

STUFFS!

Eliza moves just on the other side of the northward stair.
Rolls an Arcana check of 28 to identify the mirrorsea and waterspout.
Has casted Mage Armor and Water Breathing this morning.
Casts Wall of Force in a sphere around the wolf. It has no save. The spherical Wall of Force is free-floating in the air, prevents all damage from entering or existing the sphere. It lasts for up to 10 minutes of Eliza's Concentration or until destroyed by a Disintegrate spell.

72/72 HP - 16 AC
Expended Spell Slots
1st: 1/4
2nd: 0/3
3rd: 0/3
4th: 0/3
5th: 1/2

@JBRam2002@Cu Chulainn

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

Elven, pointed ears perked up at the brushing sound of the tribesmen shuffling to their feet. Evyrless turned to view the offcomers, steadily rising to her feet as they spoke in their wild tongue. The suspicion of her hosts, despite backing down, raised her interest. She had promised not to meddle, but she wondered... "Well met," she said to break the sudden silence and stepped forward. Once in full view of the men, her expression grew inquisitive as she spoke, "Na ui xav xuvox, u xa ht vu xovix."

Sylvan

"If you don't mind my curiosity, do you have a past with them?"

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

I've stated in a previous RP my approval of these rules and that approval still stands.

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Eliza is presentable and at your service, peons!

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

*Slams her hand onto the bard's table, sliding her slender fingers away to reveal five golden coins left glinting in the torchlight.*

Sign me up, I'm bloody bored!

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Briefing and questioning. Yvah's favorite. When she used to be out on the prowl, she'd always let the shorties speak for the group. They always had a way with words, and with the people they were having words with. She mostly kept her mouth shut unless someone was asking for a display of force. That, she was decent at. Sneaking and sniffing, however, was what she was great at. And punching. And sneak-punching. Stabbing too, but that got messy.

While considering all of this, Yvah spent her time idly pacing about the back end of the office room, sipping her tea absently. Sometimes little snippets of information graced her delicate, furred ears, but for the most part she drifted across the sidelines of the conversation never the wiser. It didn't quite bore her, not in the yawny, 'I might as well nap,' sort of boredom. She was getting antsy and, as it was always her curse, impatient. By the time the general complimented their haste in the party's duties, Yvah blurted, "Yes, haste, on to the next place -- Sorry for the rhyme -- We should be doing stuff -- Interrogation stuff -- The fun, nice kind, of course -- Fun, nice interrogation with tiny Pilly -- With a discount! -- We should be off on that, then -- It was great to meet you, Mr General -- Bye!" The whole thing came out in a rapid-fire barrage of syllables that hardly cohered into a viable message. Immediately following this, Yvah slipped through the door and silently shut it behind her.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

The Firbolgs' silence had done more than irritate Evyrless. A powerful artifact of your people is destroyed and someone is asking to help restore it with conviction, you choose to ignore them? Her part in the walk was equally silent however. Seeing Drajhan bumble about the walk to no avail said plenty about what would happen if she tried the same, and she was wise enough to keep quiet until their hosts were more loose of lip. This was further proven when the great, noble dragon was stonewalled again just before their rest. Seeing the pompous, scaly ape get constantly rebuffed put a tender, fleeting grin on her otherwise cold expression. As for her own questions, she exercised some patience. Finding herself in the Feywild would certainly be difficult if she annoyed these people into silence.

Morning came and talk felt just as unlikely. She could recognize the Goodberry placed in her palms and was polite about her thanks for it. Then it was time to share stories in a communal circle. She felt like this was familiar, like a gathering of people at home telling each other tales to help act like everything was okay. It wasn't okay then and still wasn't. Just as Evyrless parted with her seat to speak, Harriet's rustic voice calmed her enough to sit. The story reminded her of their past, when similar tales were passed around, entertaining and oddly invigorating the impoverished folk they were shared with. Harriet may have been gruff and blunt, but the most grim messes were cleaned with gruff and blunt. With enough effort.

Evyrless thought to scoff or grimace at the line about the leech. Instead she found herself smiling, snickering and trying to hold it all back, the same struggle she often found with Harriet's stories. The same reception wasn't given for the giant leech himself, but she tried her best whilst sitting near his childhood companion to not scowl openly. The tale of a great and merciful noble uplifting the people over the terrible disgraces that wronged him. Had the victory gone to the opposite side, who would be the angel, and who would be the fiend? All of it was rubbish spewed from a man born to great influence and stability, acting like a hero to those with neither because he used them to best his rivals. Evyrless was equally as cynical of this as she was of the reasons why Harriet would seem so fond of him. Or why her Raven Queen would entwine her fate with his.

She didn't offer a tale of her own, not knowing what sleights might earn her a boot to the edges of Firbolg territory. Instead, she bent herself to the side to reach Harriet's ear. "All I want to talk about is that time when we snuck into one of the palaces hidden inside stag carcasses and had to make a surprise exit when one of the cooks tried to cut you into a piece of flanksteak. But I don't think that'd go well with Druids," she whispered.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

One tentacular display of showmanship later and most of the guard, and most of the pedestrians, were sent either fleeing, screaming or both. This was with the exception of some very stern and hardy ironclad folk who began to bear down on the poor madman at once. Yvah couldn't in good conscience watch the man be terrorized like this, even if he was a smelly octo-whatsit breeder!

Like a true heroine, Yvah stepped between Ulor and his would-be assailant without much thought. "He's just playing tricks, you know how cooky mages are," she said in her most endearing tone, "Ulor is just as harmful as Squiggly here." At this, she points toward the horrid illusion that the Warlock was responsible for (or the empty air where it once was). She then conjured a wily deception that would surely fool the guard captain into allowing the party to pass. And then she blurted out, "We're the General's private companions tonight. We have papers and everything." She motioned to Ulor expectantly, hoping for an illusion of proper documentation.

Roll

Deception of 7.

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The festival was joyous this year. Cheers erupted from the crowd as volleys of sparks and arrows soared over them. Feasting food was passed around by streetside merchant carts, coating the otherwise odorous crowded city atmosphere with pleasant scents. It didn't rid the festivities of the 'people smell' that Yvah was currently growing accustomed to again, but she felt that the blend gave an added charm. Seeing the event with such rose-tinted spectacles made her wonder, looking back at her new friends, why so few of them were enjoying themselves. Some were even downright dour about the whole affair. The exception was Daisy, of course, trotting along with nearly the same enthusiasm as the feline. Though she was probably more enthusiastic about her own tune than the marching trumpets.

Seeing the druidic folk in her company pluck arrows from the sky, Yvah decided that perhaps a show was needed to cheer them on. She looked ahead for the next archer to knock their ammunition, poising herself for a standing pounce. Once the arrow was loosed, her feet lifted from the floor with a sudden dart of movement. Just above the grasping reach of the crowd, Yvah snatched the arrow at the base of the blunted head between two fingers. She spun it between her fingers as the momentum slowly died. She repeated this for the next arrow with her still open hand, though spinning it with less of a dazzling speed than the first.

The next archer prepped for fire and Yvah prepped for her little finale. She dashed forward to duck underneath the arrow's fall and just as it brushed past the grasping fingers of the townspeople, the tip of her tail swung upward and caught the center of the wooden shaft. The arrow deflected upward and Yvah's back arched as she swooped her body upward to catch the arrow in her jaws. But, she was a split second late and she felt wood bounce across her nose. Trying to balance it on her face, it slipped and fumbled to the side. The arrow in her hand flicked upward to knock the falling piece in the air just to be knocked again by the other to counter the speed of its spin. Then she, as gracefully as she could manage at this point, finally bit the wayward arrow into submission.

After the gratuitous display, Yvah turned to her party and shared a wide, toothy smile in a moment of pride. When the spectacle of her performance faded, she handed the remaining party members that were currently without coupon arrows the ones that she currently held. The final one was handed to Daisy for being the only one present that seemed to be enjoying herself.

Catch Rolls

Nat 20 (+5) Acrobatics
24 Acrobatics
18 Tailcrobatics