(I'm gunna roll for me luck! Here's ta hopin' I finds sumefin!)
2 Lost!!
"Oh blast it! Whichaway wus norf again?"
Frelio peered into a broken and waterlogged compass. "Methinks tha' I've dunnit again... I'm far off wif no sorts of direction."
Frelio sat down on the rickety boat, the only boat he could afford to buy with the lousy money he earned from his last scavenge.
"Oi, what rott'n luck..." He whined. "If I hads a nickel fer every time thissa's happ'nd ta me... well I'd be able ta get a betta' boat for sures!!"
He chucked the compass into the water.
"A little setback loike this isn't gonna keep me down, thoughs! I'm ready fer anyfin! Throw yer best at me, ocean!!"
Frelio tugged at the wheel and hoisted a small, tattered sail.
"Nao if only there was a breeze of sorts... this might take a good bit..."
2 Lost!!
"Oh blast it! Whichaway wus norf again?"
Frelio peered into a broken and waterlogged compass. "Methinks tha' I've dunnit again... I'm far off wif no sorts of direction."
Frelio sat down on the rickety boat, the only boat he could afford to buy with the lousy money he earned from his last scavenge.
"Oi, what rott'n luck..." He whined. "If I hads a nickel fer every time thissa's happ'nd ta me... well I'd be able ta get a betta' boat for sures!!"
He chucked the compass into the water.
"A little setback loike this isn't gonna keep me down, thoughs! I'm ready fer anyfin! Throw yer best at me, ocean!!"
Frelio tugged at the wheel and hoisted a small, tattered sail.
"Nao if only there was a breeze of sorts... this might take a good bit..."
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 2.
Rolled 4: Rum
To celebrate they were relatively out of danger and to calm the crew about the menacing looking dragons, Captain Blackbeard called for a celebration.
Each member of the crew rushed below deck to fetch rum for themselves, alas, when Blackbeard tried to take a swig, the run was as good as gone, having finished it the day before while waiting for the shores to come in sight
Resigned yet unhappy the Captain made his way to the haul to grab a new bottle from the cellar
To celebrate they were relatively out of danger and to calm the crew about the menacing looking dragons, Captain Blackbeard called for a celebration.
Each member of the crew rushed below deck to fetch rum for themselves, alas, when Blackbeard tried to take a swig, the run was as good as gone, having finished it the day before while waiting for the shores to come in sight
Resigned yet unhappy the Captain made his way to the haul to grab a new bottle from the cellar
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 7.
(oh my-Rolled 10- Treasure)
Cronus after the encounter with the dragon was run in with sweat across his forehead , taking deep breaths as they rested against the hill near the outer cave walls. They then after a few rests , go on their journey of wondrous adventures! As they walked across and down the mountains , they spot the nice sand as they looked around to see where to go next. Of course , they spot something in the sand , Could that be? They walked over and their eyes widen with excitement as they see what seemed to a chest sticking out of the ground of the sand. Of course , they would need a shovel but who cares , they placed their hands and started to dig around it as the chest unfolded out of the sand. They couldn't believe their eyes , was this their lucky day?
They then go to open to see whats inside and was happy to see that this was in fact something worth finding , It could be good use for them and they knew this could mark the end of their long awaited adventure , having to bump into pirates , a dragon , and now this. It couldn't of gotten any better.
Cronus after the encounter with the dragon was run in with sweat across his forehead , taking deep breaths as they rested against the hill near the outer cave walls. They then after a few rests , go on their journey of wondrous adventures! As they walked across and down the mountains , they spot the nice sand as they looked around to see where to go next. Of course , they spot something in the sand , Could that be? They walked over and their eyes widen with excitement as they see what seemed to a chest sticking out of the ground of the sand. Of course , they would need a shovel but who cares , they placed their hands and started to dig around it as the chest unfolded out of the sand. They couldn't believe their eyes , was this their lucky day?
They then go to open to see whats inside and was happy to see that this was in fact something worth finding , It could be good use for them and they knew this could mark the end of their long awaited adventure , having to bump into pirates , a dragon , and now this. It couldn't of gotten any better.
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 10.
((Up next is:))
((2:got lost))
Gicela tried desperately to find a town, a city, anything to get his wounds treated. Unfortunately he was so new to this territory, he couldn’t find his way anywhere. Lost now in the middle of the jungle, he finally stopped by a tree and tried to treat his wounds himself. “Why do I always have such bad luck?!” He spoke to himself in annoyance
((2:got lost))
Gicela tried desperately to find a town, a city, anything to get his wounds treated. Unfortunately he was so new to this territory, he couldn’t find his way anywhere. Lost now in the middle of the jungle, he finally stopped by a tree and tried to treat his wounds himself. “Why do I always have such bad luck?!” He spoke to himself in annoyance
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 2.
Roite, try me luck again...
4-Rum
Frelio searched through the empty seats, scanning for the repayment of his debt, er, treasure for spending, when he spotted a bottle, glistening and floating on the waves.
"Aha! Issa message in a bottle! I knew I'd find somefin good! I bets me leftover nickels that issa map!"
Frelio leaned over the side of the boat, avoiding the lapping salt water to grab hold of the bottle, which slipperily evaded his grasp until a final, triumphant tug. He pulled it into the light, but the light revealed that it was devoid of all messages, just a bottle of rum.
"Issa drink? Well, I is a bit thirsty. Not a total loss!" He popped open the bottle and took a swig, contemplating the taste for about 0.5 seconds before spitting it out into the ocean.
"Ick! Mighty terrible drink if that's what's theys be drinkin out here!"
He turned the bottle over and poured its contents into the sea. "Maybe them fishies'll like it."
4-Rum
Frelio searched through the empty seats, scanning for the repayment of his debt, er, treasure for spending, when he spotted a bottle, glistening and floating on the waves.
"Aha! Issa message in a bottle! I knew I'd find somefin good! I bets me leftover nickels that issa map!"
Frelio leaned over the side of the boat, avoiding the lapping salt water to grab hold of the bottle, which slipperily evaded his grasp until a final, triumphant tug. He pulled it into the light, but the light revealed that it was devoid of all messages, just a bottle of rum.
"Issa drink? Well, I is a bit thirsty. Not a total loss!" He popped open the bottle and took a swig, contemplating the taste for about 0.5 seconds before spitting it out into the ocean.
"Ick! Mighty terrible drink if that's what's theys be drinkin out here!"
He turned the bottle over and poured its contents into the sea. "Maybe them fishies'll like it."
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 4.
((Next chapter))
((11:Meet Pirate Captain))
After a few days, Gicela finally found another source of life. It wasn’t in a way he expected however. A human was being cornered by a large bear and their sword was out of reach. Gicela quickly ran over and put himself between the two, talking to the bear and making motions to convey his thoughts. Though the human was confused, the bear nodded to Gicela and left.
“How—? You know what I won’t question that.” The human looked up at him, “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.” Gicela smiled before asking, “If you don’t mind, where is the nearest town?”
“It’s that way, to the west.” The human chuckled, “That’s where my ship is docked. Take this and don’t tell anyone how much of a pansy I was alright?” Handing Gicela a pouch with some gold in it, Gicela thanked him before the pirate went on his way while Gicela went towards the city.
((11:Meet Pirate Captain))
After a few days, Gicela finally found another source of life. It wasn’t in a way he expected however. A human was being cornered by a large bear and their sword was out of reach. Gicela quickly ran over and put himself between the two, talking to the bear and making motions to convey his thoughts. Though the human was confused, the bear nodded to Gicela and left.
“How—? You know what I won’t question that.” The human looked up at him, “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.” Gicela smiled before asking, “If you don’t mind, where is the nearest town?”
“It’s that way, to the west.” The human chuckled, “That’s where my ship is docked. Take this and don’t tell anyone how much of a pansy I was alright?” Handing Gicela a pouch with some gold in it, Gicela thanked him before the pirate went on his way while Gicela went towards the city.
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 11.
Rolled 7: meet royalty
As captain Blackbeard dug for rum at the haul, he found more than he bargain for. Among the crates he found a stowaway.
He took his cutlass pointing it at the unwelcomed hear making them come out to be better identified.
He muttered curses and profanities as he came to realize not only she was a woman but none other than the princess who has escaped the palace.
Dang! Now the navy would certainly give them pursuit, not to say the bad luck that would follow for having a woman aboard.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her on deck, making her stay nearby him where he could watch her
"For your own good, missy, dragons eat maidens after all" reminded captain Blackbeard
As captain Blackbeard dug for rum at the haul, he found more than he bargain for. Among the crates he found a stowaway.
He took his cutlass pointing it at the unwelcomed hear making them come out to be better identified.
He muttered curses and profanities as he came to realize not only she was a woman but none other than the princess who has escaped the palace.
Dang! Now the navy would certainly give them pursuit, not to say the bad luck that would follow for having a woman aboard.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her on deck, making her stay nearby him where he could watch her
"For your own good, missy, dragons eat maidens after all" reminded captain Blackbeard
(( forgot to roll! ))
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 8.
((Next Roll
Where will the Princess of Jager take Siira and this drunk merchant now?))
2: Got Lost
It was expected that Buzz was to walk, particularly after a couple of comments which nearly got him slapped in the mouth by Princess Yenaria. Siira, on the other hand, was permitted to ride along in the carriage uncomfortably with the alien humanoid who seemed fascinated by Siira.
"You're not the first child I've seen that glows," she said oogling her.
"....I am not a child," she claimed in response.
"Funny, that's what the last one said too..."
The conversation was odd, apparently this princess had seen her kind before? She never thought this could benefit her, all she could think was to get back to her shuttle and have it repaired. What did this princess want with them?
"My lady," came the call from outside of the curtain, and they both exited to discover the four of them were at odds as far as where they were to go. In addition, Buzz didn't appear to have been able to hold his rum any long, having passed out on the back side of the carriage.
"My lady...we appear to be lost. Something is wrong, Jager should be here. We think it's the work of Pynz," the guard informed her.
"Pynz?" Siira asked, only to discover this was the antagonistic diety this world believed harrassed it's citizens for entertainment.
"What about the shuttle? We can just go back...." Siira suggested.
"I'm afraid not...we've already tried that and....well we ended up here. My princess, we were hoping you had a suggestion for us."
Where will the Princess of Jager take Siira and this drunk merchant now?))
2: Got Lost
It was expected that Buzz was to walk, particularly after a couple of comments which nearly got him slapped in the mouth by Princess Yenaria. Siira, on the other hand, was permitted to ride along in the carriage uncomfortably with the alien humanoid who seemed fascinated by Siira.
"You're not the first child I've seen that glows," she said oogling her.
"....I am not a child," she claimed in response.
"Funny, that's what the last one said too..."
The conversation was odd, apparently this princess had seen her kind before? She never thought this could benefit her, all she could think was to get back to her shuttle and have it repaired. What did this princess want with them?
"My lady," came the call from outside of the curtain, and they both exited to discover the four of them were at odds as far as where they were to go. In addition, Buzz didn't appear to have been able to hold his rum any long, having passed out on the back side of the carriage.
"My lady...we appear to be lost. Something is wrong, Jager should be here. We think it's the work of Pynz," the guard informed her.
"Pynz?" Siira asked, only to discover this was the antagonistic diety this world believed harrassed it's citizens for entertainment.
"What about the shuttle? We can just go back...." Siira suggested.
"I'm afraid not...we've already tried that and....well we ended up here. My princess, we were hoping you had a suggestion for us."
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 2.
Rolled 8: Fell asleep
Our beloved princess was no damsel in distress. She had laced the rum with a sleeping draught.
When the Captain and crew drank the rum merrily, they soon after drifted off into a deep sleep, courtesy of the royal highness
Our beloved princess was no damsel in distress. She had laced the rum with a sleeping draught.
When the Captain and crew drank the rum merrily, they soon after drifted off into a deep sleep, courtesy of the royal highness
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 4.
Dulirn's Quest for the Magical Cloak
Chapter 4 - Dreams
Chapter 4 - Dreams
As the dragon appeared, Dulirn stood tall, holding his hands before him as if he were getting ready to summon lightening to strike down the giant beast. "We have him just where we want him, Urir!"
Words failed his companion, who was pulling very desperately at the shackles.
Dulirn muttered under his breath, drawing magical energies into his hands as the beast drew closer, his hot breath sweeping over the two meant to appease him. The wizard drew his hands as close together as the chains would allow burst open his palms toward the dragon.
Only to have two doves fly from his hands, each making a rather startled noise as they rapidly departed. "Oops..."
And just at the last moment, just the dragon opened his great maw, ready to eat his hapless victims...
"Urir! Urir! Wake up!"
"Huh?" Urir's eyes popped open to see the wizard standing above him. Naught but a terrible dream then. Urir sighed in relief.
"You'll never believe what I found in that old book. We must prepare for a quest!"
The End
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 8.
((Next roll))
On his way to the city, he found some ruins. Gicela walked around aimlessly through them until he found an old book, picking it up. It was written in draconic. As he opened it, he realized it was from a very long time ago, and in surprisingly good condition. Written during a war, it was about the era and how it affected the cities. He put it in his bag to read later.
On his way to the city, he found some ruins. Gicela walked around aimlessly through them until he found an old book, picking it up. It was written in draconic. As he opened it, he realized it was from a very long time ago, and in surprisingly good condition. Written during a war, it was about the era and how it affected the cities. He put it in his bag to read later.
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 3.
Rolled 4: Rum
Our princess sat with a pout by the captain, acting as if she had done nothing wrong or been none the wiser about the rum.
Her eyes scanned the ship carefully, keeping a close eye on Blackbeard as he drank himself to sleep, watching the bottle of rum slip off hi hand empty
Our princess sat with a pout by the captain, acting as if she had done nothing wrong or been none the wiser about the rum.
Her eyes scanned the ship carefully, keeping a close eye on Blackbeard as he drank himself to sleep, watching the bottle of rum slip off hi hand empty
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 8.
Okay, well, we's gunna try once more, eh?
Oh!!
The ship rocked across the sea for what seemed like hours. Frelio still had that awful taste in his mouth from the drink and felt... quite dissatisfied.
"Well, it can't get much worse, I says. Minas well take a rest..."
The sun was setting on the horizon. Cool air from across the waves gently rocked Frelio's shoddy ship. He sprawled out across the deck, not a cot to his poor name, and tried to focus on a dream he could conjure up.
"A dream where I could eat well fer a night o' two... yeah, thatta'd be nice..."
Thunk! The boat had struck land. Frelio was not-very-gently tossed from his position and flipped face forward.
"Oof! What's tha' big oidea?!" He propped himself up onto his feet, his natural green glow illuminating the darkening ship.
The ship had struck a strange sandbar! Out here, in the middle of the ocean. It was a lump of sand, an oddity he had never witnessed. There was a small chunk of wood, protruding from the center.
"Cannit be?! I isn't dreaming now, is I?" Frelio hopped from his boat and onto the wet sand. It caved slightly beneath him, slightly below the surface to where he was up to his ankles.
He waded over to investigate, pushing sand off of the covered... box!!
"ISSA BOX! ITS A DARNED TREASURE BOX!! I can pay off me debt after all! Ahaha!"
Frelio did not hesitate in bringing the box above water and moving it towards his ship. As he did so, the sandbar began to collapse beneath him.
"Uh oh." He shuddered, the sand falling and the water deepening. With all his might, he raced towards his boat, managing to throw the chest on board before the sand all gave way and there was nothing but water below him. Hand over hand, he hoisted himself back up onto the ship, soaking wet.
Inside the chest was a blue cloak.
"I woulda preferred it be green... well, is not for me anyway! It's for me debt! Mission accomplished! Aye!"
...
"Now how's I gonna get back ta pay it?!"
Oh!!
The ship rocked across the sea for what seemed like hours. Frelio still had that awful taste in his mouth from the drink and felt... quite dissatisfied.
"Well, it can't get much worse, I says. Minas well take a rest..."
The sun was setting on the horizon. Cool air from across the waves gently rocked Frelio's shoddy ship. He sprawled out across the deck, not a cot to his poor name, and tried to focus on a dream he could conjure up.
"A dream where I could eat well fer a night o' two... yeah, thatta'd be nice..."
Thunk! The boat had struck land. Frelio was not-very-gently tossed from his position and flipped face forward.
"Oof! What's tha' big oidea?!" He propped himself up onto his feet, his natural green glow illuminating the darkening ship.
The ship had struck a strange sandbar! Out here, in the middle of the ocean. It was a lump of sand, an oddity he had never witnessed. There was a small chunk of wood, protruding from the center.
"Cannit be?! I isn't dreaming now, is I?" Frelio hopped from his boat and onto the wet sand. It caved slightly beneath him, slightly below the surface to where he was up to his ankles.
He waded over to investigate, pushing sand off of the covered... box!!
"ISSA BOX! ITS A DARNED TREASURE BOX!! I can pay off me debt after all! Ahaha!"
Frelio did not hesitate in bringing the box above water and moving it towards his ship. As he did so, the sandbar began to collapse beneath him.
"Uh oh." He shuddered, the sand falling and the water deepening. With all his might, he raced towards his boat, managing to throw the chest on board before the sand all gave way and there was nothing but water below him. Hand over hand, he hoisted himself back up onto the ship, soaking wet.
Inside the chest was a blue cloak.
"I woulda preferred it be green... well, is not for me anyway! It's for me debt! Mission accomplished! Aye!"
...
"Now how's I gonna get back ta pay it?!"
End
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 10.
((Rolling again lol))
(2: got lost)
Gicela groaned in annoyance, “Not again.....” The man had pointed him in the wrong direction, and now he was once again lost. As he looked around there were no signs of where he was supposed to go. As his legs were sore from walking so much, he sat down to read the book he found.
(2: got lost)
Gicela groaned in annoyance, “Not again.....” The man had pointed him in the wrong direction, and now he was once again lost. As he looked around there were no signs of where he was supposed to go. As his legs were sore from walking so much, he sat down to read the book he found.
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 2.
((And Survey says))
((Better than getting lost at least))
Amarkun's fleet was heading where they believed the treasure was to be located at as they sailed the ocean they came across a mighty dragon. It landed on the main deck of Amarkun's ship and it felt a great dread as it felt the presence of the thing and the dragon couldn't seem to move. In acknowledging to its surrender Amarkun said to it in his voice soft, robotic, "Come now, your presence is needed in this goal of mine!"
The dragon itself nodded slightly and flew up above the ship watching from the skies following the two ships as they continued their journey.
((Better than getting lost at least))
Amarkun's fleet was heading where they believed the treasure was to be located at as they sailed the ocean they came across a mighty dragon. It landed on the main deck of Amarkun's ship and it felt a great dread as it felt the presence of the thing and the dragon couldn't seem to move. In acknowledging to its surrender Amarkun said to it in his voice soft, robotic, "Come now, your presence is needed in this goal of mine!"
The dragon itself nodded slightly and flew up above the ship watching from the skies following the two ships as they continued their journey.
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 9.
Rolled 8: Fell asleep
With the crew sound asleep, the princess came to the helm, changing course altogether to bring these brigands to justice as swiftly as possible
With the crew sound asleep, the princess came to the helm, changing course altogether to bring these brigands to justice as swiftly as possible
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 3.
((Alright what’s next?))
((5:Another Map))
Gicela looked around as he was now walking again. In the hand of an ancient statue before him was a map. As he took the scroll, he had to move quickly to avoid traps, but he did it. He started to look at the map once safe and his eyes widened, “Holy....” It was a guide to some sort of ancient treasure. He started to follow it once he got his bearings.
((5:Another Map))
Gicela looked around as he was now walking again. In the hand of an ancient statue before him was a map. As he took the scroll, he had to move quickly to avoid traps, but he did it. He started to look at the map once safe and his eyes widened, “Holy....” It was a guide to some sort of ancient treasure. He started to follow it once he got his bearings.
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 5.
Cronus Xiuhtecuhtli Pentagram wrote:
(oh my-Rolled 10- Treasure)
Cronus after the encounter with the dragon was run in with sweat across his forehead , taking deep breaths as they rested against the hill near the outer cave walls. They then after a few rests , go on their journey of wondrous adventures! As they walked across and down the mountains , they spot the nice sand as they looked around to see where to go next. Of course , they spot something in the sand , Could that be? They walked over and their eyes widen with excitement as they see what seemed to a chest sticking out of the ground of the sand. Of course , they would need a shovel but who cares , they placed their hands and started to dig around it as the chest unfolded out of the sand. They couldn't believe their eyes , was this their lucky day?
They then go to open to see whats inside and was happy to see that this was in fact something worth finding , It could be good use for them and they knew this could mark the end of their long awaited adventure , having to bump into pirates , a dragon , and now this. It couldn't of gotten any better.
Cronus after the encounter with the dragon was run in with sweat across his forehead , taking deep breaths as they rested against the hill near the outer cave walls. They then after a few rests , go on their journey of wondrous adventures! As they walked across and down the mountains , they spot the nice sand as they looked around to see where to go next. Of course , they spot something in the sand , Could that be? They walked over and their eyes widen with excitement as they see what seemed to a chest sticking out of the ground of the sand. Of course , they would need a shovel but who cares , they placed their hands and started to dig around it as the chest unfolded out of the sand. They couldn't believe their eyes , was this their lucky day?
They then go to open to see whats inside and was happy to see that this was in fact something worth finding , It could be good use for them and they knew this could mark the end of their long awaited adventure , having to bump into pirates , a dragon , and now this. It couldn't of gotten any better.
Woo! First cloak is found!
Rolled 3: old book
While captain Blackbeard slept, the princess gave him a thorough check looking for valuable information. He found the broken compass which she left and the spyglass which she left, but the old leather book the Captain Blackbeard carried, she took that and pocketed it
While captain Blackbeard slept, the princess gave him a thorough check looking for valuable information. He found the broken compass which she left and the spyglass which she left, but the old leather book the Captain Blackbeard carried, she took that and pocketed it
rolled 1d12 and got a natural 6.
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