Just tried it, but that seems to add the bonus/minus to the final result.
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5169
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5169
Ynnek7 Member
- Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
- Joined: 7 yrs ago
- Posts: 61 (0.02 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Ynnek7 7 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Is there a way to format the dice roller to apply disadvantage?
Seeing now how close the temple is, Anchor decides to refrain from using his Divine Sense a second time. Any otherworldly threats inside would hopefully have been noticed already.
Looking at the large rock in the middle of the road, then noticing more and more as he glances around the town, "Were there catapults?" he says, mostly to himself but loud enough for others to hear.
Anchor makes his way to the entrance of temple along with any who come with him. Stealth is not his forte, but with the situation at hand he tries to be as quiet as possible as he looks inside.
Looking at the large rock in the middle of the road, then noticing more and more as he glances around the town, "Were there catapults?" he says, mostly to himself but loud enough for others to hear.
Anchor makes his way to the entrance of temple along with any who come with him. Stealth is not his forte, but with the situation at hand he tries to be as quiet as possible as he looks inside.
Also, check the formatting cheat sheet down below where you write your posts.
"I will go to look for whoever is ringing the bell. Stay safe, everyone, and keep your wits about you."
As Anchor walked into town, he made sure his shield was at the ready. He kept his trident on his back. If any of Nightstone's guards were still about, he wanted to be sure not to startle them.
Anchor held onto his holy symbol, bowed his head, and said a short prayer. "Let your waves wash over me..."
As Anchor walked into town, he made sure his shield was at the ready. He kept his trident on his back. If any of Nightstone's guards were still about, he wanted to be sure not to startle them.
Anchor held onto his holy symbol, bowed his head, and said a short prayer. "Let your waves wash over me..."
Is that a constant dingalingading bell, or more of an ominous bong......bong.....bong.... bell?
"That's the trouble with pirate captains, Tortetart. No one knows who you are unless you make a name for yourself, then as soon as you sink or get arrested there's another ten captains after you using your ships name, saying they were the ones who took you down. I tried following some rumors, but all I found were three other captains calling their ships The Raving Maiden, none of which had a crew that I knew."
"I figure it's just like my goddess. If anyone survived that fight, they'll find me on their terms... It's been so many years already, I'm not counting on it."
"I figure it's just like my goddess. If anyone survived that fight, they'll find me on their terms... It's been so many years already, I'm not counting on it."
"Both are very fine names! I'm sure that they'd both be honored!" He said with a sincere chuckle. "The offer is still there, remember, but I know that Mishakal has always had a way of getting you through tough times."
Anchors smile faded slightly at Tortetart's question. "No..... Nothing new in that regard. I spent some time visiting temples on the Moonshae Isles, but no one there was any use. I can still sense her presence, though, pushing me where she feels I can do the most good." Anchor caught himself and laughed. "Ha ha! I'm not even sure she's a she. Might just be the old sailor in me. What was it that the bards sang? 'My life, my love, my lady is the sea'"
"Oh! Have you considered Nectar? Why not name it after both brothers at once!" He patted Tortetart on his shell with a smile.
Anchors smile faded slightly at Tortetart's question. "No..... Nothing new in that regard. I spent some time visiting temples on the Moonshae Isles, but no one there was any use. I can still sense her presence, though, pushing me where she feels I can do the most good." Anchor caught himself and laughed. "Ha ha! I'm not even sure she's a she. Might just be the old sailor in me. What was it that the bards sang? 'My life, my love, my lady is the sea'"
"Oh! Have you considered Nectar? Why not name it after both brothers at once!" He patted Tortetart on his shell with a smile.
After his short search, Anchor finds Tortetart clearing up his campsite.
"Ah, there you are my friend!" he says, as he begins to help pick up along with Tortetart. "I see that your new traveling companion is doing well. Have you decided on a name for it yet?", motioning towards the donkey.
"I'm sorry if I've overstepped our friendship with this, but I heard from some of the merchants gossiping that the one who sold you the donkey was bragging about how much he sold it for. I won't pry to know how much, but will you be alright to get room and board for yourself once we've reached Nightstone? If not, don't fear to let me know! I still owe you more than I'll ever be able to repay."
"Ah, there you are my friend!" he says, as he begins to help pick up along with Tortetart. "I see that your new traveling companion is doing well. Have you decided on a name for it yet?", motioning towards the donkey.
"I'm sorry if I've overstepped our friendship with this, but I heard from some of the merchants gossiping that the one who sold you the donkey was bragging about how much he sold it for. I won't pry to know how much, but will you be alright to get room and board for yourself once we've reached Nightstone? If not, don't fear to let me know! I still owe you more than I'll ever be able to repay."
Watching as the signpost for Nightstone passes by, Anchor slowly eases himself off of the roof of one of the sturdier wagons in the convoy, being careful not to put too much weight on his bad leg. It won't be long now until they reach their destination, and he'd like to check in with his friend, Tortetart, to see what his plans are upon arrival. Pulling his pea coat close to brace for the evening chill, more of an acquired habit from his time with humans than any issue with the cold, Anchor sets out.
"A fine day to arrive!", a young man says aloud as Anchor passes by. "They say that half the fun is getting there, but how sweet the other half will be!"
"A fine day indeed!", Anchor replies, in a deep and cheerful voice. "Let us hope that Nightstone is half as welcoming as our compatriots on this journey!"
With a wave, Anchor continues searching for where Tortetart could be.
"A fine day to arrive!", a young man says aloud as Anchor passes by. "They say that half the fun is getting there, but how sweet the other half will be!"
"A fine day indeed!", Anchor replies, in a deep and cheerful voice. "Let us hope that Nightstone is half as welcoming as our compatriots on this journey!"
With a wave, Anchor continues searching for where Tortetart could be.
© 2007-2024