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Adventure Title
CCC-COTN-01-01-By The Seashore: A Red War Tale
CCC-COTN-01-01-By The Seashore: A Red War Tale
Session
Date Played
2021-05-12 20:00:00 UTC
2021-05-12 20:00:00 UTC
Levels Gained
1
1
GP +/-
80
80
Downtime +/-
Location Played
Roll20
Roll20
DM Name
Michael Haug
Michael Haug
DM DCI Number
7319713753
7319713753
Notes
4h
4h
Magic Items
Name | Rarity | Location | Table | Result | Counts? |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
Chauncey’s Codbone Cosherer (Immovable Rod) | Uncommon | true | |||
This gnarled stick is the warped mix of bramble, vine and birchwood, twisted around the spine of a humongous Moonsea Cod. Druidic runes are etched in the handle, their meaning, lost through the seasons. The fish spine permits threading of a line down to a crude reel made of a sea chub’s skull. While activated, if there are any fish-like beasts within 10ft. of the rod, it will shake, and the skull will excitedly exclaim, “You got a bite! You got a bite!”. This flat iron rod has a button on one end. You can use an action to press the button, which causes the rod to become magically fixed in place. Until you or another creature uses an action to push the button again, the rod doesn't move, even if it is defying gravity. The rod can hold up to 8,000 pounds of weight. More weight causes the rod to deactivate and fall. A creature can use an action to make a DC 30 Strength check, moving the fixed rod up to 10 feet on a success | |||||
Corsair’s Star (Orb of Direction) (Common) | Common | false | |||
While holding this compass, you can use an action to determine which way is north. This property functions only on the Material Plane. This palm-sized, masterwork compass was once the property of a Thayan ship captain. Housed within its polished silver case is an expertly-crafted compass rose, whose bone-finger points stand out from behind intricately-carved storm clouds and lightning bolts. A diminutive opal orb suffused with a part of the Thayan’s soul sets at its center. While in use, the wielder hears the sound of waves crashing along with a ship’s hull creaking. A haunting voice calls, “Bring it back …bring it back to me...”. |