[DnD] The Haunting of Hargast (GFF D&D Adventure 3)

Motsognir liked the idea of getting back on a boat.

all five points to boat protecting
buy 40 days trail rations, i guess
do you even need rations on a boat?


What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Body retrieval - 4 points
Protect the boat - 1 point

The dwarf was still in ill spirits. Surrounding himself with death was proving a less than enjoyable experience, and as such his skull adornments eventually found their way to random garbage collectors around the city. No more Murray, no more Arthur. He moped for a good week before he began to slowly return to telling the odd joke. Luckily the newcomer was loud and obnoxious and actively covered his own poor spirits. Eventually wandering down to the town, the dwarf spent his money on a pair of healing potions. He'd taken little of value away from their last skirmish, aside from the lingering feelings of regret. He also threw a scroll at the wizard the next time they saw one another.

Buy two healing potions. Give Bob the alchemical fire recipe.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Sauntering around the bar (and either noticing and ignoring or being completely oblivious to people ignoring him), Delic stands in front of the Notice Board, hands on his hips.

"Oh oh oh! Rosy Dawn! A good fortune, if I had ever seen one in my days. I wooed a woman by the name of Rosy once! A beautiful lass she was with long, curly red hair and a smile that the sun would envy and an Adam's Apple that would bob up and down as she cooed gently in my ear! Oh ho! I shall throw my weight behind that boat, as I threw it behind that fair maiden! Tally ho, my allies!"

There's nowhere I can't reach.

1 Die Roll or does it explode? (arcana)

A voyage aboard the Rosy Dawn was by far the most popular option among the Horde; fresh sea air and a change of scenery seemed very attractive after their days beneath the village. Hoping for the best but anticipating the worst (for why should the ship need guards if they didn't expect trouble), the party loads up on food and medicines.

Bob spends the downtime before the ship sets sail studying the rituals he'd purchased and stumbled upon over the course of his recent excursions. The ritual of enchantment transference, utterly incomprehensible when last he attempted to master it, now seems almost obvious. Still, there was the matter of the trapped grimoire he'd discovered in the aftermath of the fight with Von Versteckt, and Bob sought out the advice of a professional in the hopes of obtaining the necromantic mysteries which must surely lie within the tome.

While the tiefling proprietor of the Portable Hole rambled on in the same incoherent babble as everyone else in this ridiculous region, Bob is eventually able to make his problem known with a combination of extravagant gesticulations, pointing at the book, then his eyes, and using his ghost sound cantrip to mimic a small explosion. The merchant is quite unwilling to chance the book herself, she pantomimes what Bob believes to be a fairly straightforward solution; all one has to do is modify the runes into some other functionality before triggering them. This is easier said than done, of course, when one can't even look at the thing to determine which runic alphabet it might be using. Carrying the book out into an empty alleyway, Bob flips it open, quickly averts his eyes, and scribbles all over the pages with his Eternal Chalk. Tossing the book to the ground, he backs away by several yards before glancing at his handiwork.

While Bob has, indeed, successfully modified the runes, the change is not precisely to his benefit. The moment he gazes upon the book, it quickly melts into a grayish sludge and trickles into a gutter. Easy come, easy go.

I'll start a thread for the boat adventure later today or tomorrow; have to get my maps together

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.