Persepia D&D 5e campaign (The Cult of Silver?)

[Haschel Cedricson]

Just noticed this. :-/

Is the party maxed at 5?

[Haschel Cedricson]

/in

[Haschel Cedricson]

I would like to forgo rolling for stats and go with the standard array instead, if that's okay.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Mechanics-wise I'll fill in whatever gap the party needs.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Actually vaguely thinking a half-orc fightyman.

EDIT: I'm thinking about a lot of things now. Let me mull it over.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Please meet Thwick, Kenku Fighter.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Nah, I’m gonna be Arcane Archer with a dash of rogue; we shouldn’t have any issue filling the same role.

[Haschel Cedricson]

I have a general backstory in mind but I didn't write it all down because I want some parts of it to be flexible/organic.

[Haschel Cedricson]

I don’t expect this to come up but I generally play with a house rule of “you can’t attack another PC unless they consent to it”. Again, I trust this crew but honestly it should be a rule in every campaign just in case.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Point of order, Jake rolled the damage dice and not the attack dice.

EDIT: Ignore me, this result will be funnier.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick shakes his head at the last two displays of dexterity.

Amateurs,

" he thinks to himself. Pointing at Ashlyn, the kenku opens his mouth and Ashlyn's voice comes out. "I have a few different tricks up my sleeve." Thwick immediately makes a wah-wah sound. He points at Dizilpaan next. Repeating the dragonborn's words in his own voice - "I will aim for the target", Thwick makes the wah-wah sound again and raises his own bow along with an apple from his pouch. He tosses the apple towards the target, nocks an arrow, and lets it fly.

Original Roll String: 1d20+5

1 20-Sided Dice: (20)+5 = 25

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick roars like a tiger and cocks his head to the side afterwards, looking at the guard. He screeches like an eagle and cocks his head again. Finally Thwick makes some sort of terrible gibbering sound that nobody in the room can place.

He cocks his head for a third time and raises an eyebrow.

[Haschel Cedricson]

The sound of a growling canine quickly transitions to a whimper as Thwick nods his head and extends a hand to Bramley.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick shakes his head. "...needs to be dealt with, it’s hunting caravans..." he says, in a perfect imitation of Bramley.

He shrugs and looks at the elf. "Feel free to take a rest and tackle this in the morning if you wish," not-Bramley continues, as Thwick tells the elf "You do you" with his posture if not his exact words.

[Haschel Cedricson]

"Show 'em something flashy to start the show, eh?"

Thwick grabs his bow and follows Nathaniel.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick isn't pleased that the goblins got the jump on him. He takes aim at one of the goblins, but right before he can fire the goblin's own arrow hits him. The sudden pain throws off his aim and Thwick's arrow sails harmlessly into the ground.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Taking a step to the left to improve his sightline, the kenku shrugs off his disastrous first shot. Thwick releases a second arrow and this time it is the goblin on the wrong end of a good shot.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Dizilpaan is up!

for clarity, Dizilpaan is down

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick shakes his head at the third goblin's archery skills. With a bit of a flourish, Thwick delivers an arrow directly into the goblin's throat.

"Yark-yark!" says Thwick mockingly as the goblin slumps to the ground.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Unfortunately for Thwick (but fortunately for the goblin), the act of doubling up in pain comes at the perfect time for the goblin to duck under an arrow.

Thwick growls in frustration.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Colored rocks are exactly the sort of thing that interests Thwick. He approaches them to take a closer look.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick looks at the elf and appears to be on the verge of saying something. Before he can do so, though, he notices an opening in the chaos as the dog's attention is divided between Del and Nathaniel. The opportunity is too good to pass up and he fires an arrow into the creature's haunches.

[Haschel Cedricson]

I believe death dogs are classified as Monstrosities and not Beasts if that helps.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Brimley's voice leaves Thwick's mouth, saying "plus you can keep whatever you find in the cave". As nice as the obsidian was, Thwick wants more and is searching for it. He also peeks at the body of the mother to see if it died of natural causes or not.

[Haschel Cedricson]

With everyone else leaving, Thwick has no intention of being left behind on his own and follows the group.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick turns to the guard and says "Bramley's busy...but perhaps you could

convince

me to interrupt him.", mimicking the guard's voice perfectly.

He repeats, a bit louder, "Bramley's busy...but perhaps you could

convince

me to interrupt him."

Then again, louder still: "BRAMLEY'S BUSY...BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD

CONVINCE

ME TO INTERRUPT HIM."

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick pats the elf on the shoulder. "I'll pay you 50 gold each" echoes Brimley's voice. It's followed up by the sound of Goertz saying "You owe me a chair."

He shrugs at the elf and nods his head towards Brimley.

[Haschel Cedricson]

"The Fascinating Sharks!" Thwick says with a grin.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick studies the crowd.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick is in the back row as it's better to watch the crowd from there.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick continues observing the crowd although he isn't quite sure what he's looking for.

[Haschel Cedricson]

Thwick has remained in the back of room up until now, keeping an eye on the proceedings but not overtly making it clear he is a member of the group. He stretches out his arms and uses his body language to try to direct the crowd towards the exit.

"All of you, get out. All of you, get out. All of you, get out." he says.