Ok, I don't even have Internet, and I'm running this game on my phone, and I'm still more active than some of my players.
Cthulhufaic, Bluerobin, give me something to work with, even if there isn't much to do other than allow the story to progress a little, give me some indication that you're still intrested in this, because this is a lot of work to run with as little as what I've got to work with.
Spencer
"Took a guess from the fact that you're practically in your skivvies when there's a cold front passing through.
Name's William, and my vacant-headed partner here is Trent, we're from the Conjuring School, the first one, as you can see."
He makes a motion towards the robes that he and Trent are wearing.
"Evokers are still in a knot over us taking red before they could. So what brings you to this hellhole, if you don't mind me asking?
Trent has taken to staring blanking at the wall, and you glance over at the dwarf.
He's still watching, but being slightly less obvious about it. The elf glances over at you from time to time, but neither seem to be making any moves.
Arassuil and Bret
This section of the city appears to consist of fishermen, and others with sea faring vessels, but overall nothing catches your eye, aside from the commotion up ahead.
Farther into the city, the pair can see a large, open area with a large number of people shouting, audiable even from this distance. Bret notices that there are some large stand in some places, with symbols that might be religiously related, but he'd have to get closer to see.
Joe
[Strength check: 14+5]
Joe pulls hard on his shackles, and the chain attached to his left hand is ripped from the wall!
"Stupid fuck!"
[Attack: 16+1 vs. Flatfooted (bound) AC 10]
The man pulls the trigger, and a small bolt lodges into your chest for [2] damage! [20 remaining]
[Fortitude save: 14+7 success]
Joe can feel his muscles tighten as a strange substance enters his bloodstream, but he's handled far worse than this.
Robin and Garenth
The two wizards are pulled up by ropes onto the deck of the ship.
They can see a tall, muscular human man standing in the front with no shirt on, an increadibly frail figure in a red robe at the wheel, with a hood covering their face, and subsequent identity, and another human male, smaller than the first, who appears to be chewing something.
They can hear some indecipherable shouting from belowdeck.
The large one speaks up.
"So what brings you two out drifting through the sea? I don't think a little raft like that would have brought you far."
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Topic: Flailing Moshpit: The Ravencrest Chronicles (Read 35001 times)