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Vanilla D&D 5e campaign: The Shadow of Antaria

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    You're drawn here to Snake eyes inn for reasons that are your own. It's 18:00 hours, but night has fallen upon the land due to it being winter. Rain bombards the port city and a chilling wind besets all those unfortunate enough to be caught outside. However, if one listens closely, it's almost as if a hint of despair is carried with the wind. However most chalk that up to drunkeness. Inside the establishment, there's people playing craps, a sleezy old man offering you some tail, and a skimpy waitress welcoming you while balancing 6 cups of ale. The music is rowdy and the stench of mutton just barely masks the smell of vomit and cigar smoke. The walls are adorned with big game long dead, some of it recognizable such as the reindeer. Others are ferocious and unnatural, a gleam of hatred still resonating from their eyes. The floors are creaky and the walls are stained and dingy. Careful, best to wipe a seat before resting up if that's the sort of thing you're worried about.

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    drunken brawl y'all
  • 6:55 pm
    Snake eyes tavern


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    Pirate slobs and a pirate grunt

    The original belligerent slob pulled out his knife and sloppily licked the blade, almost cutting himself in the process, around 6 inches from Duststar's face. " Is --that..uhh so? Alright bois, we partying tonight"! He turned to his fellows pirates and gestured for the lot to get up by swinging his knife in the direction of the monk, dwarf, and barbarian. He was met mostly with an utter indifference. His more clean cut associates were content with rolling their eyes and counting their money. " Neutral ground is neutral ground Ed, sit yer fuccen ass down and eat yo'u fat. FUCK", one of the captain's first mates said. " oi arg--fuck you pissants, me and my mates got disssss", he said as 2 other slobs sauntered over to join his ranks. Knifes drawn, the idiots would nearly trample dustar if she didn't act. Their first mate turned to his most reliable grunt and gave him a shove. " Go on, help those idiots and bring a few back alive". The slumped over grunt looked over at the rouge and his friends with a deep scowl before sloppily unsheathing his scimitar. "Fukkk ett".

    Meanwhile Braulio was sweating bullets as his newest customers were seemingly on the verge of war while his regulars were making their way toward them. " Trix...call them carpenters....".

    Roll for initiative Bloodshed Bloodshed Ilikepie Ilikepie RisenFromAshes RisenFromAshes Bhmbdk Bhmbdk

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    edit: Initiative was rolled on discord

    1. Khe'sheir (monk)
    2. grunt
    3. slobs
    3.Duststar (rouge)
    4.Nitzan (orc)
    5. Galdur Dwarf
     

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    Party's rep, end of the first battle?
  • 6:55(+30 seconds)
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    With the exception of the party, the tavern would fall deathly silent upon the fat slob's carved up corpse slamming against the weathered creaky floor. He gurgled and coughed up blood while trying to use his unsteady hands to push down on his wound, in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood. A fresh coat of crimson stained the tavern floor and began to flow down into the middle of the joint. The people around them were especially incensed at Khe'shier's actions. They boo'd and threw food at him saying, " Go on git you dog"! Others joined in, the sound of glass shattering could be heard from certain parts of the room. " yea, what if we beg, will you kill us when we can't fight anymore"? There a total of 3 hostile fellows and four others who were stunned as they stood outside the tavern's double door entrance.

    Braulio and Trix looked to eachother with concerned expressions, but they were unsure of what to do as well. A man would would defend himself was one thing, but a man who slaughtered in cold blood was another story. Braulio had spent years creating an atmosphere of neutrality and if he stepped in, it would potentially destroy all he worked to cultivate. " And get those bastards out of here too! They're his fucking henchmen afterall, working with the idiot to instigate the fight"!

    Meanwhile the two remaining slobs looked at eachother with a hint of glee. They turned back to their compatriots who were still indifferent, but looked to the other patrons with a sense of hope. " ahhh we might make it", one whispered to the other. However, lurking in the shadows, was something shifty and creaky. With each move its bones crunched and crackled, as it stalked the shadows surrounding the joint. The only evidence that could be gleaned from the inside of that rowdy tavern at this point in time was the blood smeared handprint against the glass window behind Braulio.

    Khe'shier rolls an honor check. The rest of you may choose how to proceed at this point in time. While the fighting doesnt have to end at this point in time, new developments have popped up.

    Slob 1, dead
    slob 2, alive
    slob 3, alive
    slob 4 dead
    grunt, dead

    1. Khe'sheir (monk)
    2. grunt
    3. slobs
    3.Duststar (rouge)
    4.Nitzan (orc)
    or
    Ma Brownie
    5. Galdur Dwarf
     
    Introducing our bard
  • 7:03
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    A man seemingly larger than life strode into the chaotic tavern with a loud bang from the swinging doors slamming against their respective walls. Braulio started to wipe his mug more intensely at the sight of this, shaking his head and turning back to the wizard who ordered yet another drink. Meanwhile in the corner of the tavern, a man who had not stirred smirked, before sauntering about toward the rogue and her captives. At the same time the bard strode forth, sending daggers to the hearts of the frightened men. They winced and gulped at every insinuation, before looking toward the rogue, hoping she would not be swayed as they shook their heads and pleaded with watery eyes. Just as the skinny one was about to explode, the first mate of a rival crew appeared behind them and placed his palms on their trembling shoulders. " ayye, that's wh're ur 'rong, boy", he said while flashing his yellow chipped teeth, worn by years of scurvy and other dental ailments.

    " We pirates may hunt a ship for a mere coin. We may pillage our employer's coffers. And we may gut him to have our way with his, luscious daughter", he said while grasping the shoulders of the pirates. " but the one thing we don't do, is lie. For you see, we gut liars before we gut our victims". He let the revelation sink in, before releasing them. He clapped his hands and said, " well good luck to you boys and lady. You let me know if'n these fellas lead you astray and I'll gut them my'self". With a tip nod, he strode forth and out into the dark rainy night.
     
    The hunt begins
  • 12:30 pm
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    Later that night said:
    The tavern was never truly completely quiet, but now was about the time when Braulio would lock up the ale and Trix would be cleaning with Ma. There may be a few bystanders and drunks who fell asleep, but for the most part, the tavern was closed. Braulio kept wiping the same mug for an hour, while looking outside into the darkness. Trix would have to tap his shoulder every 10 or so minutes, or he wouldn't begin wiping down a new mug. As Ma was wiping mopping down the bloodied floor he said to her, " I thought I could deal with them myself. They were too afraid or too stupid to approach human settlements 10 years ago. But everyday they encroach upon us...always learning", he trailed off and breathed heavily on a mug. "I don't know what they are Ma, but I've been investigating them with the guild for years now. If you're going out there, be on your guard. Pirates go missing on the shoreline, merchant ships come into port unmanned, and people are reporting hearing their dead loved ones." As he put the mug down and knelt down to grasp the large barrel of ale, he turned to her and said, " What I do know, is to avoid cries for help. Always question your companion's actions. And never ever, give your out name. Not even to the town guard".

    Braulio went silent after that and would not say another word even if pursued.

    You find yourself on a shoreline not too far north of Anthar. What used to be a quant fishing community and lighthouse community, was now a dilapidated mess. Pirates in recent years were known to take refuge in this port. The forces of Anthar's main army was too preoccupied with the administration of their industry and outside threats. While the mercenaries and adventurer guild were generally apathetic to the abandoned town now named Deadman's cove. The pay wasn't enough to usually warrant the trip and the dangers sometimes included hobgoblins and other underwater threats such as shallow water Krakens supposedly.

    Now your group comes across an abandoned village, a ship that has washed ashore and in the distance, a cliff that harbors a cove just as the captive pirates said. It has a stream of ocean water around 7 feet deep heading into the cove. The mouth of the cove bears a resemblance to a monster bearing its teeth. An chilling wind emanates from the cove, brushing across your cheeks deliberately. The pirates who lead you there were tear filled and on the ground, with soiled trousers. " May may we--we--we-w-we go now miss rouge"?

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    A few of my players may split off
  • 12:30 pm
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    Those who travel to the coast of Deadman's cove will find an abandoned village that is in disrepair. There's a lingering fog that refuses to dissipate, even in the harsh summer sunlight. Houses can be found with the remains of dinner on the table and boxes of crates left open, but filled with nothing but rot. The wind carries sand and the smell rotting fish. The paint on these structures has deteriorated due to the ocean air and many roofs can be found caved in, some structures seemingly as stable as a house of cards. in the distance there stands the once proud lighthouse, now in shambles and a shadow of its former glory. As you move forward into the village, you'll find not just cobwebs, but mansized webs. You might also notice some tracks. Fresh ones all converging on a group of houses. Along the way you'll see oil lamps that still possess a glow, but it's otherworldly with a ghastly slime like hue.
     
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