May 15, 2025 1:13 pm
Dahlia struggles...
Rolls
Brute of 0 vs DS8 - (2d6)
(45) = 9
TRILEMMA GAME
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May 16, 2025 3:21 am
Myrven moves quickly now past the mud.
Last edited May 16, 2025 3:22 am
Rolls
Hup hup - (2d6+2)
(65) + 2 = 13
May 20, 2025 1:07 pm
Ingvar grabs his crate and move along the stairs
Rolls
Brute (DC 8) - (2d6+1)
(53) + 1 = 9
May 20, 2025 1:36 pm
You get up the stairs and it's a short walk to the lynx's cave.
The lynx's cave is dark. Whatever weird vision you had down below, has left you as you enter the cave.
What do you do?
The lynx's cave is dark. Whatever weird vision you had down below, has left you as you enter the cave.
What do you do?
May 20, 2025 11:41 pm
Dahlia stops with her crate and tries to figure out a way to carry a torch and a crate at the same time. If she can't she says, "Ok how we gonna do this...? Can either of you carry a torch without leaving a crate behind? I could try magic? I could cast Opening the Shadows..."
May 23, 2025 1:44 am
"Don't trouble yeself. I reckon now we're past all that mud I can get a handle on this."
Myvren would place his crate down momentarily while he attempts to light a torch, before picking the crate back up with an arm and a forearm.
Myvren would place his crate down momentarily while he attempts to light a torch, before picking the crate back up with an arm and a forearm.
May 23, 2025 12:10 pm
"Where do you think you're going? With those crates?" purrs a voice that must be the lynx. Its glowing eyes flash briefly in the torchlight.
May 23, 2025 3:53 pm
Ingvar shift in uneasiness.
Of course the lynx he thought...
Placing his crate on the ground he tries to assume a relax pose.
But in reality he was assessing the situation, ready to to act if the lynx became hostile.
Of course the lynx he thought...
Placing his crate on the ground he tries to assume a relax pose.
But in reality he was assessing the situation, ready to to act if the lynx became hostile.
May 24, 2025 4:08 am
Dahlia sets down her crate in front of her, putting it between her and the lynx. She says, "Well, Ricalu said we could take these. Oh hey, would you like the rest of our wine?"
May 24, 2025 5:58 pm
" You do not smell like Ricalu," growls the lynx. " but I do like wine " it coos.
May 24, 2025 6:39 pm
Dahlia nudges Myrven to give over his other skin of wine. She whispers, "If we can get outta here, these crates will buy you a winery! Do it!"
May 25, 2025 4:19 am
Myven quickly sets his crate down and produces his wineskin.
"Ofcourse, and we have this just for you."
"Ofcourse, and we have this just for you."
May 25, 2025 9:05 pm
The lynx gulps the wine that Myrven squirts from the skin. When it's gone: "oh ... Was that all?" the lynx sits down and begins to wash its ear with its front paw.
May 25, 2025 10:37 pm
Dahlia looks nervously at her companions and replies, "Well lemme go get ya a cask full of the stuff. Be right back!"
Then she gestures to the others to hurry up and get outta here!
Then she gestures to the others to hurry up and get outta here!
May 27, 2025 4:04 pm
OOC:
Deceiving a drunken lynx seems like a Skulker kind of thing … @drgwen please roll +Skulker v DS 10!May 27, 2025 6:30 pm
Dahlia smiles nervously as she tells her lie.
OOC:
Is there a bonus from Myrven's help? Or anything else?Last edited May 27, 2025 6:43 pm
Rolls
DC 10 - (2d6+1)
(26) + 1 = 9
May 27, 2025 7:55 pm
Drgwen says:
OOC:
Is there a bonus from Myrven's help? Or anything else?OOC:
After I posted I thought, "wait, should there be a +1 bc the lynx is drunk?" I guess the answer is yes. Skin o the teeth!Now it's a long trek through darkness with your torch and crates, clumsy to carry but o-so-precious.
OOC:
and we roll for a random encounterRolls
odd is bad - (1d6)
(1) = 1
May 27, 2025 8:11 pm
What do you do as you traverse the dark and uneven land, your steps lit only by a torch that fails to throw its light more than a few paces into the gloom?
How do you navigate back to the fishing village?
How do you navigate back to the fishing village?
May 27, 2025 8:54 pm
"Perhaps we betta make camp lads."
Myrven begins scanning the edge of the torchlight look for anything resembling safety. A rock outcropping, a couple of large tree roots.
"If we don't make camp soon I'm allowed to start whistling my tunes and I won't av none of ya complaining."
Myrven begins scanning the edge of the torchlight look for anything resembling safety. A rock outcropping, a couple of large tree roots.
"If we don't make camp soon I'm allowed to start whistling my tunes and I won't av none of ya complaining."
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