Post Journals / Story / Notes / adventure talk here (July 2017) Fortune's Grasp

So as is a tradition with Gold's game this is a place where people can chat about the game in or out of character. Post a story about their charter or a journal entry. I like Gold will give out XP for journal entries, but lets be clear. XP is a flat amount and not based on the length or skill of the writing. I'll start one off to not only give some back story but for fun. Mistress Fortune Dread Pirate. The stories of how Miss Fortune managed to carve out one of the largest trading ports in this area differ in both nature and grandiose scope. There is one story that is told the most offen. Though her first name is not known Fortune began life as a black smith's daughter, believed to be human she enjoyed a free life working with her father shoeing horses and fixing blades. She never attended a school and was most happy working with her hands, it is said that the forging ran through her families blood. She did however feel another call, one from the ocean. As she got older she started to spend more time around the town's dockyards, talking to the merchants and sailors. Hearing stories of high adventure and an over romanticised version of life at sea. As she came of age she started to drift away from her roots as a black smiths apprentice and sought experience on small fishing ships, those never taking her more than a few hours away from the shores. Her father, whom is unknown seemed not to mind. This in itself seems strange as without his daughter there would be none to pass the craft onto. It is never mentioned in the stories though.   On her sixteenth year she signed up with a merchant ship, this ship was travelling to another continent and would be away for some months. Fortune jumped at the chance to experience the high seas and without a care left her Father so sail the seas. Life aboard the ship was not as wonderful as she had been told, but the plucky young woman spend most of the time in the rigging. She climbed and wriggled between ropes that the larger crew mates could not handle. Half way though this voyage the ship came under attack from a unknown vessel, this ship flew a flag that was black as night and seemed to suck the light from around it. Casting a darkness upon it's own deck. Fortune was handed two flintlocks and told to defend herself, she had never fought anyone before and cowered in terror against the main mast clutching at her pistols. Fortune fled into the hold and closed the door behind her, looking at the captains frightened wife and child. They huddled together and looked at the door hoping that their crew could fight off their enemies. This was not to be however as the door was kicked in and the pirates advanced into the room, on seeing a woman with a child and a young deckhand they laughed and taunted her.  She covered with the family as they threatened to cut their throats or sell them as slaves. The captain's little girl started to cry as one of the pirates reached over to take his prize. Fortune grit her teeth and cried out as she span and unloaded her pistol into the man's face. As he fell she shot the other pirates in the room her eyes flooded with tears, she felt a strange sense of calm as she reloaded her pistols and walked onto the deck closing her eyes. As the battle raged around her she was struck by flying wood chips and stray shots from gun and bow. Around her the crew fought and died, she could hear their shouts for help and made a choice. She could cower as a child had done or she could fight as a woman. Still holding her eyes closed she stood up and listened, unloading her pistols that felt suddenly so natural in her hands. She heard the cries of her foes as she shot them down, using her small frame and quick reflexes to avoid her enemies as she reloaded. The attacking crew died to her shots that day. From that day on Fortune Vowed that she would fight for her freedom and those of any that would need it, she is the only Dread Pirate that forbids the taking of slaves in her land. How much of this is true is unknown, but what is clear is that reputation is all that matters.

Dear Mammom                                                                                                                                                                         4th Grune 7102 Today was quite a shock.  Your loving son has been shipwrecked and washed up on an island. Don't worry, His hand was protecting me this day!   Our Lord also allowed several other members of the crew to survive. There do be a giant fat person, Porty I believe he said his name was. Think Jarl Gunterson but bigger, much bigger. There is also a walking skeleton, seemingly not evil, for He would never permit evil to survive had He the chance to crush it!!  I have made a friend of an ogre, also spared by Him for reason I do not understand. its name is jobonzy or something, it speaks with a dreadful voice and s constantly leaping about the place. I have heeded your warnings and avoided strong drink and alas I can see its affect upon a poor soul that survived. His name appears to be Drinkfek, though I do wonder if that is true. Humans are strange to me I shall attempt to save him from himself for he seems a decent sort but much suffering from drink.  I almost forgot there is an elfling woman in the party, I shall wear my nether protectors once I get properly dry, for I remember what happened to Rollo the Jolly bear in the stories.  This elfing even talks to animals it seems, I shall have to carefully inquire if she has violated any bears recently.  We also have another elfling, one of the wandering folk I think by his attire, and parrot that he keeps near him. He seems quiet and I wonder if I might help him find a true path in His glory. Most trying for myself, and I see it as a test from Him , is a deluded priest of some primitive sea culture. He insists on putting the dead bodies into the sea and not burying them!!!!!!  I admit I did forget a spade, but when a ship is breaking upon the rocks and my life was in peril the last thing I thought about was, 'should I bring a spade'. He also does not respect the international Dibs protocol, I worry that he shall be a thorn forever in my side, but it shall be endured as He has seen fit. After washing up we discovered some crocogators I heard them called, they seemed to eat the flesh of our fallen seamen with gusto, so much so that one befriended the elfling and is named Mr Bitey or some such. oh I fear for my nether regions. Exploring the small island we washed up on, we met a human woman. She seemed most beset upon by scurvy goblins and we brave souls struck them down before they could her some slavery.  With His hand guiding me I struck down their leader with a an axe blow and caused many of his companions to collapse into a deep slumber.  I wonder if this is a new thing for goblins ? The Jobonzy 'person' jumped about in a most confusing way flailing his arms about and 2 more goblins fainted, probably from the odourus breath. The woman was searching for treasure and has her own tent.  I forgot to ask if I could borrow her spade and thus the priest, Airey I recall his name now, cast the bodies of the dead into the sea once more, I think Mr Bitey may have eaten an arm from one.  The Big fat creature found the treasure and we shared the spoils. I gave mine to the human woman who seemed most upset.  She pledged herself to spreading news of our arrival and that we bring His word to the people. We are now about the row over and storm the ship our goblin foes came here on so that we may begin a life upon the open sea as messengers for Him and spread the good news. I do wonder if we should have asked her who the second bed roll was for, or maybe even her name..... it cant be important, . That is all for now mammon, the cannon has roared and that is the signal for us to attack the ship. Worry not for He has chosen me and my companions to do His work on the godless sea's. your loving son Harald xxx PS Hail The All father, blessed is his name

I'm sorry I got somewhat engrossed in entry that and rambled a bit

CAG said: I'm sorry I got somewhat engrossed in entry that and rambled a bit no no, you should see some of the journals I have written in Golds game they were very long indeed

The Adventures of Joey Bonzo Martial Artist Extraordinaire Issue 1: Trouble Abound Joey on the next step of his journey had boarded the Rusty Toenail in search of adventure and it was after his 5th helping of raw chicken and eggs that this adventure found him and his companions! It seems as if the Rusty Toenail had lost a fight with a heavy storm and had left the party stranded on a tropical island. Whilst the rest of the group was still recovering our hero Joey fearlessly started traversing the island looking for some means to escape this place! Joey had a plan. All he had to do was find a ship on the island big enough for him and his companions. He looked everywhere he could think off. A bush, A chest...that's it... However fortune was smiling on Joey this day as he and his companions encountered a group of goblins claiming to be members of the Green Flag pirates. They seemed to be harassing some young woman but more importantly they had a ship. Joey leaped into action flying into battle to take on this obstacle. The Goblins thought they were safe across the wide stretch of water but the legend Joey Bonzo must never be counted out so easily. Joey leaped clean across the water using his simple to learn leg momentum technique passed down through generations catching the goblins completely by surprise. He was able to easily dispatch 3 in quick succession before turning to the still exposed back of a 4th. Joey slammed into the goblin harshly with his leg launching it high into the air. Now thanks to Joey's valiant effort and insurmountable martial arts talent the party was able to retrieve the small rowing boats left behind by the goblins. Using these boats they headed towards the Green Flag ship. Find out what happens next in The Adventures of Joey Bonzo Martial Artist Extraordinaire Issue 2: Green Flag Boogaloo! Coming to stores on the 3rd of July.

This is not my first shipwreck.&nbsp; Portto crashed some kind of space ship here in this prime material plane, some years before. Now Portto has shipwrecked The Rusty Toenail ship on the seas around Fortune's Grasp. Stranded on an island, we fought goblins to stop their piracy and confiscate their ship, to commandeer a means of escape and transport. I tried to fire my musket but it was lodged full of sea weed. I saw the goblins trying to fire their pistols but they were soaking wet from some kind of magic spell casted by another odd one of my fellow cast-aways. &nbsp;I fell on a trap to take the knife damage and prevent anyone else from being harmed by it. -- Portto the Giff Musketeer&nbsp; P.S. I just want to say that everyone has cool journals and I like the different styles seen so far. Web , that's really great how yours is like a comic book / video game / cartoon series with an episode announcer about "Next week". &nbsp;Also thanks to our DM Lex for writing up stories about the world. And welcome to the new party members in the group. Watch 2 short Porthos character videos from BBC Musketeers: Porthos is one of the inspirations for Portto , my space-hippo reimagining of this sort of cavalier musketeer character, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-oVt2ePNP0" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-oVt2ePNP0</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg_4hfGrl-E" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg_4hfGrl-E</a>

THE BONEZONE WIZ-CAST VOLUME 634, " Blessed and Possessed" Staring CREALACH * Welcome Friends and Fiends to the “BoneZone” Wiz-Cast, starring ME CREALACH* , Your Glorious and Masterful Leader . NYEHH -HEh - Heh , Let's get started with the run down Folks, And Boy do I have something to say to you Ghouls and Goblins Today. I, Master of All that Lives and Dies, Crealach* , was aboard the Mighty Galleon and Flag Ship the Rusty Toe-Nail, When all of a sudden a storm Blows in to Crash our Magnificent Vessel. Must have been one of my Witch admirers, Thanks for the challenges Ladies but Crealach* is taken. SO anyways Back to the Only Important Thing, ME, Right so in this massive panic all the fleshie’s are like “help me help me”, and I'm all like OUT THE WAY BITCH and scootly doot right on past them, cause fuck the ocean I ain't sinking down there again, So I was able to take a chunk off the boat and battle like my Unlife depended on it.Right, so I make it to shore and WHADDAYUKNOW this Bi-polar ass witch decides HEY, i'm done and the Storms Loses more momentum than a Gnome thrown through a Concrete wall factory. I wake Up on the beach surrounded by people I don't know, and they immediately start bickering. “ blah blah blah, Bury them, BLah blah Blah Sink them, Blah blah.” I'm all like, fuck that noise I'm gonna enjoy this situation. So I'm sitting on the beach sun bathing, getting the damn Ice off my bones (Fuck water btw , not sure i was clear on that bit), and one of the fleshies comes running down the Damn beach screaming about Crocodiles. I know folks, I can't get even one modicum of satisfaction. I look around the corner and This big fleshie, Runs up and starts beating the beasts with corpse’s that washed up on shore, and let me tell you what folks I got the weirdest skele-boner ever. This fucking psychopath doesn't even stop for a moment, While i'm over there trying to recompose myself , without skipping a beat the big one sprints down the beach, flys 30 feet through the air and Punts some goblinoids on the beach to the moon. I'm like, Fuck it whatever, I need the good boy points so I cast the first spell ive ever had in ages, For you folks just turning in it's been about four years since I last used my spells, It felt weird , a jitter went through me as the magic returned, It felt refreshing but strangely alien at the same time. The goblinoids drop like rocks just like I knew they would, they’re goblins come on. It's like fighting 8 year olds, Rewarding; but everyone looks at you weird afterwards. K so anyways the goblins were after this weird lady and she's like, “MEh Meh meh, You didn't save me , I woulda gotten them all myself, “ And I'm all like, Fucking whatever lady I'm nursing a hangover.Damn still-lifes. K so at this point the goblins are pissed, and they have a ship So I'M like attack the ship . and the groups ,like do we attack the ship , then a cannon explodes and they go, ATTACK THE SHIP. SO our glorious Host, I Crealach* , Lead the charge and even use a My Ability to Create Salty Ice-cold water to protect one of my Minions. Here is a Snap Shot of our Glorious Charge. * Crealach Master of all the lives and Dies, Spellcaster Supreme, Magus Omega, Master of Magic, Conquerer of Death, Sleeper of goblins, Witch-King and Perfection upon this World"

Magnus... Dude... Love that picture! If I was DM you'd get at least a few hundred XP's for it.

Day two. Apparently, I'm stuck here with a necromancer skeleton (necrodancer? I don't know. He's scary.), a dwarf paladin, a hippo person, a half ogre, a drunken mage, and a druid. I don't trust anyone here other than my falcon buddy, Jaysee. He's been oddly calm, and that worries me. He's also been getting a lot of exercise, so that's nice. He's actually nice and fluffy. I hope the others ask to meet or pet him. Speaking of the others, we found a half-orc and an invisible gnome that claims it's a goblin. I must go now. Good night.

Dak is a small illiterate goblin in a big world; that's full of things wanting to eat him. Sometimes survival means you have to get creative... Dak: "So I was in town and this dood offered me shiny stuff... Just to wear this big flag thingy. He told me to walk everywhere..." Goblin #1: "No grunkus! Really?!? What does it say?" Dak: "Who knows... I mean... What harm could it do? I got shiny stuff for doing nothing..." Goblin #2 : "What a rube.... Ya totally took him... Where can I sign-up?"

After the green flare detonates clear as an emerald star most eyes in the town are drawn to the spectacle, a few dock works reach for thier weapons while others look puzzled. Those on the ship "The Sleezy Weazle" notice a gathering mob of Enforcers led by an imposing Gentleman marching towards the docks, People look out of the windows of thier homes from behind certains and storm shutters. The tavern owner leans againt her doorway and looks out across the docks, she smiles as she pockets a fat looking pouch of gold pieces. Those persons up to no good scatter from the docks into allys and houses, the Dock Master shakes his head and steps away from the moored ships.

WHOOPS!!! (Zero fucks given)

SolidHybrid said: WHOOPS!!! (Zero fucks given) lol

Gromanar 7/3/2017 Many strange happenings since my exile... i arrange transportation with Slavers, though not intentionally. I must be grateful for my luck, as a group of adventurers gave me the chance to rid the world of their evil mark. Then i find they have the sweetest meat of all, or so i thought. One mouthful is all it took for me to see what those fools could not; this "Human" was not real! Then my luck turned for the worse.... a voice began speaking to me, from within my skull.... tales of death at the hands of a "Mistress Fortune" for the slaying of her sister... but the fools still insisted on heading into the arms of this threat, despite my warnings. The voice has not stopped its threats and promises of untold pain and horror, distracting me to such a degree that a foul-blood was able to defeat me in single, unarmed combat... a fine start to my career and legacy....... so here i now sit in the hold of this liberated slave ship, broke and hungry....&nbsp;

First successful shot in the game. Portto packed his pistol again. A horse pistol, Web calls it. Taking his time, removing bits of seaweed that had earlier caused a misfire, he reloaded. Portto leaned over the bow ledge of the goblin ship, and braced on the wood to take aim. He fired, hitting the goblin chief in the waves. Black powder is fun and dangerous, thought Portto.

hey Gold, btw.... idk if you heard me last week, but if you need references for your guns C&T Ch 7, Master Weapons Table has near all of the guns listed with even extra cool ones like the axe/dagger/hammer/sword-pistols :) (Under headings Flintlock, Matchlock, and Snaplock to help you find em easier)

Portto: &nbsp;"I say ol' chap (adjusting his monocle)... Behave thyself or you'll get a taste of the black-powder!" Either the Johnny Rivers: Secret Agent Man or the James Bond theme would fit.

Navigation issues. 1. Map was upside down. 2. Calculated route based on flat earth; ....turns out that Homebrew World is a spherical planet. 3. Distances were in Miles, instead of the expected Parsecs. -- explained Portto, the official ship navigator of the Sleazy Weasle

Dak: "So teh Magi-Strate shows up and arrests One-Punch & crew for eatin som hooman." Goblin #1: "Yea? So what..." Dak: "Well they were gonna neck them... Ya know... Gallows and all..." Goblin #1: " Okay... Big deal... Better them than us." Dak: &nbsp;"True... But the big lugs are kinda useful... Meat-shields and all..." Goblin #1: &nbsp;"Ya ya ya... Heard it before! So what did ya do?" Dak: "Well I screamed my head off... Ya know... Off wit their head an all... Burn the Witch... usual fare." Goblin #1: "Oh yah? Did it work?" Dak: &nbsp;"Nope... Teh Magi-State actually got angered by it. Called me out... Just for having some fun." Goblin #1: "What happened after that?" Dak: "Asked the Magi-Strate if these doods look smart nuff to do this? He said no..." Goblin #1: "Dood!!! You used teh moron defense... And it worked?" Dak: " Totally" Goblin #1: "Like a Boss!" (Both bro-fist it)

Gelatinous Cube: Because there's always a 10x10 room for Jello Dak: "Run Away! Death jello! ... Death jello!" (Watches Crealach detonate a black powder bomb; blowing apart the gelatinous cube) Dak: "Who wants jello shots?"&nbsp;

I love the smell of black powder in the morning. We fought some little buggers called goblins and kobolds. Crelach the skeletal captain fired his blunderbuss, killing one. "I love the smell of black powder in the morning," said Portto. Portto then shot his loaded horse pistol at a gob, killing it. Here is a new picture portrait of Portto created by&nbsp; Paul Ooshun Tokens on Roll20 Marketplace.

Gromanar Journal 7/17/2017 Finally a chance to show my prowess, even if just against a small group of Goblins!!! &nbsp;

A fter last session's dark rituals, blood magic, and summoning of a lesser Nightmare... Dak's a little skittish and wary.

When you fail your internal morale check... When you pass...

Nightmare in a dungeon. We had a very bad Nightmare in this dungeon. The bloody alien summoned horse was Held, a weird statue labeled Lesser Blood Knightmare. The skeletal man asked Portto to knock out the Nightmare so we could take it to the town. Portto did not want to hit a Held alien, also not to spread Nightmares in the sleeping city. The skeleton man executed the Nightmare. And then we woke up. Portto longs for the open space of outer space and seeing the stars. This cryptic dungeon with blood rituals, druid writing, and magic summoning is so bizarre! I need another nap, this time without any nightmares. -- Portto the Giff Musketeer & Party Member, July 25 journal

damn.... thats what happens when i pass out with a laptop on my lap and the wife puts it away to let me sleep.... i miss out on this stuff lol.... anyhow sorry about that guys, and ill be around monday

Paul W. said: damn.... thats what happens when i pass out with a laptop on my lap and the wife puts it away to let me sleep.... i miss out on this stuff lol.... anyhow sorry about that guys, and ill be around monday not to worry mate. The party delved deeper into the mines and discovered an ancient place of worship. They took part in a minor ritual obtaining a blook of Blood Druidic rites. they then happend across a man performing a large complicated blood ritual, he appeared to be channeling his own blood into the magic. After interupting the ritual he was swallowed by the bood and magic, to be replaced by some kind of horse. your druid with aid of the ritual book managed to hold the beast and after some discussion they desided to slay the beast rather than sell it or let it roam this plane of existance

I have added a player handout map for everone. I'll have a copy of it in game and will post it here.&nbsp;

Gromanar Journal 7/31/2017 session Gromanar fight blood drinking plants.... not the road to fame and glory hope for. Portto deny glorious death to Gromanar.... never mind, not much glory in plant kill... Gromanar hungry, fairies camp right up road and smell so good, but need to find mans woman in tower. Gromanar feast on fairy flesh after find tower, and take lizard mount as own to ride in arena. (Gromanar's Fantasy)

Portto journal vs walking vampire plants&nbsp; Portto left the bloody mine. We went back to the pistol town. The druid met a sage-mage in a tavern. We got a map of the area. Portto looked on, studying the map from the side view on the bar top. I love maps even sideways and upside down. The mage-man asked us to go to his former Bevel Tower in a clearcut forest, and tell his wife to come to the town. On the way to the deforested area we met Wild Elves and pond sisters. Portto became Entangled thanks to our druid! Ha! Then we agreed to weed out some flower beds. The plants attacked and poisoned some of our party! They were vampire plants, the druid later identified. Portto -- after pulling fallen comrades out of combat -- held his horse pistol up to the bulb of a walking vampire plant, and pulled the trigger. Boom! Guns can kill a plant. -- Portto the giff musketeer July 31st, 2017 Bonus Footage: How To Play A Giff Video 1: <a href="https://youtu.be/OL8WPmrEvC0?t=3m3s" rel="nofollow">https://youtu.be/OL8WPmrEvC0?t=3m3s</a> Video 2: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbCndRM_xFY" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbCndRM_xFY</a> Just something I found on YouTube about Spelljammer Giff.

Dak's Internal&nbsp;Monologue - Date (wahtever) Elves are dicks... They're all arrogant assholes... Worse than dwarves in my opinion. I'm glad we avoided that ambush. I even got to stick it to one of those long-eared bastards. Bet he felt pretty shitty having to run from a gobbie... Only thing cool about teh whole fruckas, was that wildling riding teh dinosaur... I mean HOLY CRAP!!! I sooooooooo want one... I'd name him TIMMY... We'd be best of friends. The whole blood sucking flower thing was nutz. Who agreed to this shit... Oh yeah... Our goofy elf-horse-changing-whatever! She should have know they were gonna screw us. Anyways... Did you seek my awzsome bow skillz? Pin-cushioned&nbsp;two of those things all by myself! Dak the Leaf-cutter... Yeah... I like the sounds of that... Oh I forgot the FIRE... Hehehe FIRE... Gotta burn something... Maybe this lame forest? That'd be a big FU to those elves... Well maybe not... I mean I'm not that evil...

Funny thing is this will be us one day...

I love the smell of AD&D 2E in the morning... Looking at the module they had "LOTS" of FUN...

you know.... i almost wondered if that was you lol

Paul W. said: you know.... i almost wondered if that was you lol I know... But its not me. I did have that those LEGO sets in the background.