Session 108 Prep
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Previously...[edit | edit source]
The PC's investigated a shipwreck inhabited by a sea hag. Session 107 - The Sea Hags treasure
Interludes[edit | edit source]
- Roll on the coastal encounter table if at sea, or the Coregilia encounter chart if in port.
- Pickpockets (in town)
- Exploring the town of Coregilia.
Planned Events[edit | edit source]
Continuing the voyage (by sea)[edit | edit source]
- One aboard make a random encounter check using the Encounter Table: Solnor Coast and Weather Table. The journey takes less than 1/2 day assuming there are no negative weather or coastal encounter effects. They will arrive at Coregilia harbor late in the afternoon or at dusk and find the town bustling with activity as the fishing boats enter the small harbor. If the winds are fair...
Arrival in Coregilia[edit | edit source]
- They will be met at the town gate and asked to pay the tax (3 SP) to enter. The town is generally welcoming.
Cliffhanger[edit | edit source]
If in town:
- The barbarian raiders sails are sighted by the town watch and the alarm is raised. General chaos ensues as the citizens rush to their homes and the guard is mustered. The PC's are views with suspicion or possibly spies depending their interactions with the townsfolk thus far.
If on the road to the mansion:
- They may spot smoke rising from the direction of the town and depending on their locale hear/see the town ringing the alarm.
Key NPC's[edit | edit source]
The Snapping Line (tavern) OwnerMedium humanoid, Chaotic Neutral Armor Class 10 STR 14 (2) DEX 12 (1) CON 16 (3) INT 10 (0) WIS 14 (2) CHA 13 (1) Saving Throws —
Actions[edit source]Unarmed Strike. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 4 (1d4 + 2) bludgeoning damage.
--- Additional InfoAppearance Abe stands tall and barrel-chested, with a weathered face etched by years of sun and sea. His salt-and-pepper beard, streaked with golden highlights, frames a twinkling blue eye and a perpetually lopsided grin. A faded tattoo of an anchor dances on his muscular forearm, a relic from his days at sea. Though now retired, callouses still cling to his broad hands, reminders of hauling nets and battling storms. His attire is a mishmash of practicality and comfort: sturdy boots, patched trousers, a well-worn fishing vest over a loose linen shirt, and a captain's hat perpetually perched at a rakish angle. |
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Mistress of the Empty NetMedium humanoid, Chaotic Neutral Armor Class 10 STR 10 (0) DEX 10 (0) CON 10 (0) INT 10 (0) WIS 10 (0) CHA 10 (0) Saving Throws —
Actions[edit source]--- Additional InfoAppearance Anya is a whirlwind of contradictions. Barely out of her twenties, she has eyes the color of storm clouds and a mischievous grin that could charm or intimidate in equal measure. Her raven hair, often tangled and windswept, frames a face etched with both youthful innocence and cunning lines around her eyes. Anya's build is slender but surprisingly strong, honed from years of navigating treacherous streets and eluding guards. She favors practical clothing - leather jerkins, worn breeches, and sturdy boots - but a flash of silk or a glint of silver jewelry always betrays her hidden wealth. |
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The ships captainMedium humanoid, Lawful Neutral Armor Class 10 STR 10 (0) DEX 10 (0) CON 10 (0) INT 10 (0) WIS 10 (0) CHA 10 (0) Saving Throws —
Actions[edit source]--- Additional InfoAppearance Standing tall and broad-shouldered, Hvitserk commands respect with every booming command. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, hold both cunning and a hint of wildness. A thick braid, interwoven with beads and feathers, frames his weathered face, which is etched with the lines of countless battles and harsh winters.His mighty axe, "Thunder's Roar, is as much a part of him as his own arm. |
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Helga the first mateMedium humanoid, Lawful Neutral Armor Class 10 STR 10 (0) DEX 10 (0) CON 10 (0) INT 10 (0) WIS 10 (0) CHA 10 (0) Saving Throws —
Actions[edit source]--- Additional InfoAppearance Helga is as sharp as the wind that whips her short braid around her face. Her eyes, like chips of obsidian, miss nothing, scanning the horizon and her crew with equal vigilance. Though stern, she has a fierce loyalty to Hvitserk and the crew, a loyalty forged in shared storms and hard-won victories. Her trusty dagger,"Whisper of Shadows," is always within reach. |
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