Bret: +8 History and Religion
Robin Blueeyes: +6 Local, +4 History, Planes, Religion
Garenth Orcfodder: +7 Arcana, +3 History
Arassuil: +4 Geography, +3 Nature
Joe the Destroyer doesn't know shit.
((Actually on my laptop rather than phone, so doing a bit of setting up to get some action underway, and some background in place.
If you're still making your character, don't worry, just take your time and you'll join when you're ready.))
It's a clear day.
The sun is just rising on the horizon, and the sky is still a pinkish-orange, and the sounds of seagulls float along the sea breezes.
Robin Blueeyes and
Garenth OrcfodderRobin dips his hand down into the cool, salty water, and drags his now wet spellbook out of the water, brushing off the moisture. At least it didn't seem too damaged.
On the other side of the life boot, Garenth was busy scooping up buckets of water and tossing them overboard.
They slowly drifted towards a harbor on the shoreline.
[Robin-Knowledge:Local= 7+6]
[Robin-Knowledge:History= 18+4]
[Robin-Knowledge:Religion= 13+4]
[Garenth-Knowledge:Arcana= 14+7]
[Garenth-Knowledge:History= 2+3]
Robin points out that they're coasting into a city known as "Ravencrest". He's not overly familiar with it, but he knows that it's been a seaport for over 160 years, and has been known for a wide variety of criminal organizations, infighting between different religious sects, and generally being a wretched hive of scum and villainy. He could point out more details, but nothing in particular comes to mind.
Garenth's only remembered the city when he heard it's name, and recalled the detailed stories of the 7 different schools of magic that occupied the city, each one being rather large, and hating the others.
They turned their gazes back toward the sea, and could still see the smoke rising in the distance.
ArassuilArassuil stirred weakly, and felt the sand beneath him as he coughed up seawater.
He didn't know how long he'd been laying here unconscious, and could only vaguely recall the events that brought him here. He remembered the flashes of light, and loud cracks that sounded of thunder, and the clouds of splinters before the ship went down.
[Arassuil-Knowledge:Geography= 20+4]
[Arassuil-Knowledge:Nature= 15+3]
He can tell that he's washed up on the south-eastern shore of the subcontinent of Kruz, specifically in the duchy of the Duke of Lynch, and that the region is filled with sheer cliffs pocket marked with caves and canyons, with tropical forests further to the west.
He can see a city of sorts off to the south-west, not far away, and a shortbow that got washed up a few feet away from him.
Bret[Bret-Knowledge:History= 2+8]
[Bret-Knowledge:Religion= 16+8]
You don't know much about this city of "Ravencrest", other than it being a rather old place, but you know of the many religious groups that inhabit these parts, and you've come to see for yourself if any of them have similar beliefs of your own.
Probably not.
You look out and see smoke on the horizon of the sea, and hope everything's alright, and turn back to the path you've been following, clutching your quarterstaff.
You see someone laying in the sand, he doesn't seem to be moving.
Joe the DestroyerYou pull on the chains around your hands, bound behind your back, and bite on the gag in your mouth.
To your left and right are a couple of other chained half-orcs, but neither are moving.
You feel the boat rocking back and forth, and the only light you have is from the metal grates above your head. A shadow peers through the grate, and you hear a voice.
"How much longer until we're there?""'Bout 2 minutes until we hit the harbor, cap'n.""Avoid the harbor, they'd check the ship. It's low in the Tides right now so the guards will be spread thin, head there.""Aye aye, sir, make that 4 minutes, then.""Well, hurry up, we don't have all day. They're bound to see the smoke sooner or later."
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