Chapter 2: The path to enlightenment is blood

Sep 25, 2018 1:24 am
Three days later, Lavender, Daniel, Murt and Stearvall are at a Samdu herder's stall. Between the four of them they have just enough gold (30 gp) to buy an old Samdu and some Samdu saddle bags. A crusty old obese goblin is sitting on a stool, his large belly uncovered, small insects are crawling in and out of his belly button. He smells of Samdu. "Bitty here will do ya fine. She lost some o' her teef but she can walk. And for the little scrap of gold yer offerin' this is the best yer gonna git."
OOC:

If you are feeling inspired do a small montage of what your characters did the last three days.
Sep 25, 2018 12:16 pm
As Lavender looks Bitty up and down he thinks back over the past few days and the events that brought his life here.

After Ro Ar's arrival through the rupture, Lavender sits on the steps to her temple and pops the cork on the wine he swiped from the parakeet composer. Taking a long swig, he looks around for anyone with half a brain in the crowd. Not these simple-minded heathens bowing and scraping to a god that doesn't recognize a self-starter like me. No, I need to associate with people more of my own ilk. Like that gypsy who wasn't afraid to take on emerald demons to avenge his goblin friend. And that caravan guard who charmed the snake woman, kind of saved my hide there. Even the dirty thug girl. She's definitely got the moxie to be a survivor. Finding the faces he was searching for, Lavender waves them over to share in his wine and his desire to get out of Anthat and away from these daft ruptures.

Over the next three days Lavender seeks out the only fence in Anthat willing to deal with independent thieves like himself. He'd have to work his way up before applying to a proper guild, but Honest Mauve was a decent source of information and a way to get rid of hot merchandise. In exchange for the pilfered golden goblet he was able to secure the addresses of several of the less-destitute morons who had devoted themselves to Ro Ar's "bountiousness". Those jobs weren't the cleanest ever pulled, Lavender was still getting his feet wet as a proper thief and he may have compromised his anonymity, but who was he to care? He was about to hit the open road! The loot from those few scores was enough to outfit him with the gear he needed with enough left over to chip in for a particularly lame-looking samdu...


Shaking out of his reverie, Lavender replies to the goblin herder. "Well, she certainly is... ah..." He searches for the right word for a few seconds before looking to the rest of the group and shrugging. "...alive? I'm sure she'll do just fine for our needs. Thank you Mr. Smelly Goblin."

After they pay the man and begin walking away, Lavender addresses the group. "Alright, now don't forget our deal boys & girls. We go nab this holy relic Stearvall's crow keeps yapping about, and the rest of the treasure we split 50-50-50-50." He points to Daniel, Stearvall, Murt, and himself in turn. "And this BETTER pay off or we'll have words..." He lets the silence turn uncomfortable before laughing and slapping Stearvall on the back. "Haaaah! Just screwin' with ya, Stearvy. But seriously, I'm expecting piles of gold and jewels to get my foot in the door with one of the more notable guilds in the area so don't let me down! Let's blow this kooky town with its ruptures and its self-righteous pig goddess and head towards... uhh... where exactly are we goin' again?"
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Sep 25, 2018 1:26 pm
Daniel spends the next few days finishing up his job with his employer and getting his things in order to leave. Once per day, just before dusk, he wanders over to the entrance of the snake-lady's secret place to see if she's outside, but he doesn't see her again.

The day before they're set to leave, Daniel spends the day polishing his new armor and weapon and purchasing a shield with the last of his pay to finish his ensemble.


"She's definitely... good enough," Daniel says with a smile, then turns to Lavendar and nods, "An even split is fine with me."
OOC:
Stats on the armor (Speed modifier, fumble, etc)? And I'm assuming I can probably get a shield in the downtime?

And the 'fine' quality of my longsword has no mechanical benefits, correct?
Sep 25, 2018 3:50 pm
Stearvall spends the days seeing to the many dead of the city and talking to a crow perched on his shoulder that only he sees. He knows what he must do and that he can not complete his task on his own, but Malotoch's has provided as always, the talk of a trove a few days has sparked the avarice of the rogue Lavender, and Lavender has always had a way with people.

"You are welcome to split anything that you find amongst your self so long as it is not holy to Malotoch, I require very little" For all the bounty of that day Stearvall is still dressed in stained clothing and only carried the dagger he carried on that fateful day 'It was enough to slay Ro Ar's daemons' I could probably use some protection.
Sep 25, 2018 7:08 pm
Lavender's hand quickly shoots into the air. "I call dibs on Stearvalls' share!" He looks around to see if the rest of the group members are buying into his exclamation.
Sep 26, 2018 1:49 am
The ragtag group of "adventurers" heads out of the stalls. As Stearvall is walking down the street he sees a crow picking at a dead rat in the gutter. It turns its head to Stearvall and says "Head toward the setting sun for three days. There you will find the Shrine of the Blood Father. Make a sacrifice and receive thy boon!" It then caws loudly and flies off.

The walk out of the city is uneventful. It does feel strange when you leave the city gates and the large tower of Praxima Cristara starts to fade into the distance. You see many Samdu herders along the way grazing their Samdu's on the limestone outside of the walls. The familiar grinding sound of teeth on stone is soothing. Your own Samdu, Bitty, picks up a stone or two and casually grinds away as she slowly, slowly walks.

Nearing sunset you start to get far from the city. It is the Month of the Cricket, the leaves are just turning red. The air is cool but not yet cold. You are just reaching a small village, a small post written in Gobbledygook shows this is a goblin village. There is a small tavern with a name you can't read (because it is in Gobbledygook) to your right. You feel you could look for a room there or press on and make camp outside of town. Daniel, the former caravan guard turned warrior, knows of this place but for some reason he can't remember the real name, he does remember caravan guards nicknamed it Spookytown. They never really liked to stay here cause of all the Gobbledygobliness.
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The language of the goblins is called Gobleddygook by non-goblin speakers.
Sep 26, 2018 2:06 am
"Not a big fan of this place," Daniel says to his companions, "I think we should keep going for now and stop a fair distance from town. I'd rather sleep outside than here."
Sep 27, 2018 4:54 am
THE MURT MONTAGE

Word has spread that the teenage thug had become a mysterious champion of the Snake Tower, having emerged from the curious depths with a burning brand of an eye and a wicked magic sword. There is a sense of awe and respect for her capability, despite her rough-around-the-edges personality; the lowlifes of the streets have come to wonder if there might be some potential to this ruthless bully who once knocked over their younger siblings for a laugh.

Having murdered a Dwarf over a Snake's promise for a sword, Murt took it upon herself to soak up the lifestyle of the rapidly famous by thoroughly beating the living hell out of anyone who dared to ask her what had happened. Over the next three days she terrorized the streets with an uncharacteristic rage and a massive bender from anyone too scared to turn down her demand that they buy her a round. Her coping skills persevered - one early noon she awoke on the cobbled streets reeking of piss, and she thought to better herself.

Having seen that some other "dumb-butt idiot guys" who did not perish in the "crazy stupid ass thing that happened", Murt decided to tag along with the team. She bought (coerced) a leather vest off of some of the local enforcers who run the dice games, and met the gang at a smelly stable.
Murt has been seethingly quiet throughout the journey, glowering at her feet and spitting angrily at the road."I hate dat fuggin bird." She may have been heard muttering, as she reflected on the prophetic crow.

When faced with the dilemma of the Goblin town, she offers Daniel her council. "Wha, you scared o' a couple 'o goobers? I ain't sleepin' in the fuggin' rain jus cuz you stoopid."
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Sep 27, 2018 10:22 am
As you are deciding what to do, leave or stay, an old wrinkly grey skinned goblin pushes a cart by you. He gives you a determined scowl. As he pushes past you hear him mumbling and cursing to himself. mumble...what do I care if they get themselves killed...mumble mumble... grimalkin... mumble...
Sep 27, 2018 1:00 pm
"Ah, bullocks Daniel!" Lavender exclaims with a punch to the shoulder. "Who knows when the next time we might get to sleep in a bed is? We have a few coppers left, I say let's enjoy it while we can! Besides, we have nothing to fear with the invincible Murt to watch over us, right Murty?"

Lavender catches a bit of the grumbling goblin passing by and takes a few long steps to catch up, putting on his flowery persona. "Excuse me, venerable one! I couldn't help but overhear your concern regarding our good health. We are a group of simple travelers heading out of Anthat after the ruptures threw everything into chaos, I'm sure you have heard by now? Anyway, we were looking to stay the night here before heading back out on the road in the morn. What can you tell us about this fine looking establishment? I believe you called it the Grimalk Inn, correct?" As he is speaking, Lavender will look the goblin up & down and glance into his cart to see if he has any valuables...
Sep 27, 2018 2:29 pm
The old goblin stops pushing his cart for a second then keeps moving. not looking anyone in the eye he continues to mumble mumble...who does this guy think he is?...mumble... thinks grimalkin is the name of the inn. idiot! mumble... grimalkin eat goblins and humans and halflings that wander into the woods... mumble...mumble He seems to be quite poor. His cart is full of turnips.
Sep 27, 2018 2:37 pm
Daniel sighs, "I just hate this place. Dark, dreary, and depressing," he says to Murt, "But I'll stick with you guys if you wanna stay here."

To the goblin, "You said this... Grimalkin? Eats people?"
Sep 27, 2018 4:12 pm
Once Lavender determines there is nothing interesting about (or on) the old goblin his facade immediately fades away, the smile melting into a sneer and he can barely mutter a "Very well. Have... good day..." before letting Daniel take over the conversation and slinking back to Stearvall and Murt.

"Hell's bells! This stinking town is full of nothing but broke blokes. What d'you fellas think? Stay in town in a goblin bed or risk the forest and this 'Grimalkin' who might very well eat us?"
Sep 27, 2018 6:09 pm
I vote we stay here, goblins are good folk He looks to the old goblin, "We require a room big enough for the four of us, something free of Vermin is possible"

he leans in close to Lavender, "Do you think we can trust Murt to not kill all of them?"
Sep 27, 2018 11:11 pm
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It sounds like the "tavern" is actually a death trap. But then again I'm none too pleased with the woods option either, unless we have diligent 2-man watches all night. Buuuuuuut Murt ain't gunna be the one to say it, y'know?
Sep 28, 2018 1:16 am
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It seems the majority are going for the tavern...
The old goblin ignores both Daniel and Stearvall and just pushes his cart down the street mumbling and muttering to himself.

You head into the unnamed tavern. The ceiling is low. It doesn't seem like tall folks like most of you don't come here often. There is a dusty farmer smell to the place. The place is quite packed. About 20 goblins sitting around low tables and low chairs. A single man sized table sits in the corner. A few dirty dishes and a dirty dish towel sit on it. It seems to not get much other use. But the most remarkable part of the whole thing is the looks you get when you enter. Mostly just blank stares. A few scowls and one largish goblin with a woodsman's axe seems to be sizing you all up.

Behind the bar is a red headed halfling. She is buxom but a bit plain looking otherwise. She looks at you all and smiles a big smile. In a funny farmer accent she calls out to you all. "Well Radhu's hairy testicles look what the cat dragged in?!" She looks over to a small goblin with a garishly painted hurly burly music box and says "Why Wobbletoof, play us some music, we got ourselves a bunch o' big people!" Wobbletoof wakes up from his drunk stupor and starts cranking on the music box. A tinny song starts to play.

The red head moves over to the table for big people and clears it off. Without asking she bring 4 large cups of mead. "Here ya go. I'll bring you a hot stew too if you have the coin for it."

Lavender notices that in the opposite corner three wealthier looking goblins are playing cards. Wobbletoof saunters over to Murt, gets the stink eye, and then moves over to Daniel and Stearvall. He pauses his cranking for a moment to shake a tin cup with a single coin in it. He smiles stupidly at the two.
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Radhu=King of rabbits, patron deity of wariness, stealth, trickery & cleverness, and expeditious retreats. Neutral alignment

Food here would be 10 copper each for the mead and a meal.
Sep 28, 2018 11:40 am
As the group enters the building Lavender mutters to Stearvall under his breath, "I think we can trust Murt t'do exactly whatever she wants whenever she wants it... Long's these folk aren't acting too "stoopid" then hopefully her wrath won't need to be unleashed till we face a true threat."

Once inside, his eyes roam over the halfling bartender before locking onto the card game in the corner. Without taking his eyes off the three goblins he holds out his hand to the group and absently speaks, his voice picking up the cadence of more proper speech patterns. "Could one of you possibly spare a ten-piece? I do believe I can pay for our meals and lodging tonight but I seem to be a bit short presently."
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I'm not sure how we are handling disposable income since we had a nebulous three-day interim, but after gearing up and pitching in for Bitty I put Lavender's income level at "flat broke" so he's completely tapped out currently!
Sep 28, 2018 3:37 pm
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I don't normally worry about disposable income. I think it is up to you if you want to use it for narrative reasons. I like that Lavender needs ro borrow money from his friends. And later on if you get a bunch o' gold then you can spend it on extravegant items or use it to bribe an official or whatnot.
Sep 28, 2018 3:51 pm
Daniel nods, "Sure, I still have a little bit of coin left," he says with a nod to Lavender as he passes 20 copper pieces to the serving girl.
Sep 28, 2018 5:38 pm
Murt stares at the Goblin shaking the cup at Daniel and Stearvall, a perplexed look as if she had discovered a particularly disgusting caterpillar crushed under her boot.

"Gimme stew." She grunts, and puts off payment as long as humanly possible.
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Sep 28, 2018 6:09 pm
Finally noticing the cup-shaking goblin, Daniel thinks back to the days when he was destitute and drops a couple of copper coins into the cup.
Sep 29, 2018 2:44 am
Lavender saunters right past Wobbeltoof without even a first glance and approaches the wealthy goblins with a glint in his eye. Finally, some suckers WORTH a good con! Never met a deck of cards I couldn't 'persuade' to deal in my favor...

"Excuse me, gents. Good evening to you! I couldn't help but notice this seems to be the section of the room with some taste and class, and I figured I would come avail myself of the fine atmosphere at this table. Might I buy my way in to your game of leisure with a few drinks and an ante?" He signals the barkeep for a round of drinks for the card players and takes a seat cross-legged on the floor bringing himself down to just under their height, a smile of deference plastered onto his face.
Sep 29, 2018 5:25 am
Murt kicks her foot angrily against the table, or perhaps a knee, while sitting in a fashion more befit a swaggering sailor than a 19 year old girl. "This place eats donkey ass," she says while flicking what seems to be chunks of carrots out of her stew. Her mead disappears in one quick gulp, and she slumps on the table, curled on her arms and glowering about the room like a sulking rattlesnake. "Why we even goin' places jus' 'cuz dumb bird say so?" She eyes the overly cheerful Hobbit woman, and looks about the ruckus of the green-skined mob.
Sep 30, 2018 6:26 am
The three card players look at Lavender and nod. "The stakes are a silver to sit in." Says a goblin with a purple cloak and a purplish nose. "This here's Rotgut, keeper of the peace here in Splokton. That is Earlear, he is in charge of trade with Anthat. And I am Kirlkin, I run the town." He says pointing to his companions and to himself. Ginger, the halfling tavern keeper runs and gets Lavender a chair. She frowns as she does so. Rotgut deals out three cards, Lavender recognizes the game as Swords and Skulls, a cutthroat game using the gypsy fate cards. The game is deadly because the betting stakes can get quite high but also because using a fate deck people are exposing themselves to the notice of the fates.
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Roll your luck and add you luck bonus. You could also burn luck if you wish 😃 You can also say how much you want to bet. AND/OR of course Lavender can do whatever he wishes...
Ginger then heads over to Daniel, she takes the coin from him for the dinner and puts down her cleavage. She then shakes it and the coins jingle. She winks at Daniel.

Wobbletoof starts grinding on the hurly burly and plucking some strings. He then begins to dance in a circle. Then he looks at Daniel and shakes his cup. He smiles. "Gather round ever'one and I'll tell the tale known to all in Splokton but visitors best be warned. For as the moon shines brightest we all know what creeps out of their holes... The whole tavern yells in unison "Grimalkin!" He then plucks at his instrument and continues "Cursed creatures with a hunger for flesh. Lock yer doors and board up your windows. For at night they walk. The evil... The whole tavern yells again in unison "Grimalkin!" He plucks and plays some more music "Their claws are sharp and their teef bite deep. But a weakness they have... Wobbletoof moves over to Stearvall and jangles the cup before him asking for another donation.

The goblin woodsman, grabs his axe, stands up and looks at Murt. "I think you are ugly."
Sep 30, 2018 7:43 am
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Does Stearvall need his spells? If so just pick them. I believe you get 4 of them.
Sep 30, 2018 10:29 am
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And this is the same deal where I'm trying to roll *under* my Luck score, correct? Would I then subtract my modifier? Lavender's strategy here is to lose a few small hands at first so they drop their guard and then go big to take these gobbos for all they're worth!
Lavender's smile widens into a grin that nearly splits his face. "How kind of you, it seems I have the pleasure of sitting at the head table tonight with the leaders of this fine city!" When Ginger brings the chair he waves her away. "Oh no, my dear. Thank you but I'm quite alright where I am, no need to overshadow these lords of Splokton."

After the first hand and Wobbeltoof's first verse, Lavender begins to look a bit sheepish. "You'll have to excuse me, gents. Swords and Skulls is not my forte. What is this card's value again? And I can pair it with this one here for what outcome?" When Wobbeltoof gets to the second chorus Lavender joins in with a hearty "Grimalkin! Ahh, such a lively tavern and what a story! Surely as the movers and shakers of this fine city you must know the tale of Grimalkin, where did the legend originate I wonder?" After a few more hands of losing and pumping for information, Lavender will turn up the heat and start cleaning house if he can.
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Edit: Let me know if I did that correctly. If not I'll add 2 for 13 instead and then most likely burn a point of Luck or two :)
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Rolls

Lavender's Luck - (1d20-2)

(11) - 2 = 9

Sep 30, 2018 6:36 pm
Murt turns her petulant stare towards the woodsman who has approached her with an insult.

Now here is a delicate situation, this can't be denied; the atmosphere hasn't been exactly friendly, and the gang is far from home. It will have to take all of Murt's diplomatic prowess to untangle the signals the group has given that led to this hostile encounter.

"FUCK YOU." She bellows while up-heaving her bowl of stew into the goblins face, knocking over her own table in the process of leaping to her feat, ready to fight. For now it's a bar brawl she anticipates, but her hand is near her sword in case this goober thinks its more.
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Mighty Deed to attempt to blind the woodsman!
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Added a crit roll!
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Rolls

Attack Dice - (1d3)

(1) = 1

Action Dice - (1d20+1)

(20) + 1 = 21

Crit Roll - (1d12)

(9) = 9

Oct 1, 2018 1:17 am
OOC:
I was thinking it would be an opposed test so the higher the number the better. So I will add 2 to the roll.
Lavender's ploy seems to be working, the goblins grin at finding such an easy mark and are lulled into betting a bit higher than they should. While the play is going Earlear pipes up "The Gimalkin legend is more than legend, those evil creatures have been plaguing us since the snows. They used to be good goblinfolk like ourselves, but the winter was hard and they were on the brink of starvation. We only know this..." He grins as Lavender loses an easy hand and then doubles up the next hand. "...cause we found their village. It was covered in all sort of magicky runes and sacrifices. we goblinfolk are tough but that was quite the sight..." Rotgut seems to go stone cold while Earlear talks about the grimalkin. Anyways that is aways up past Pissrock. The grimalkin can't stand sunlight so we try to lock everything up by sundown. On a night like tonight we leave in groups to protect ourselves... Lavender throws 3 swords giving him an extra card and by luck it is the goblet of blood, that is double the pot! Earlear looks angry. Lavender pulls in 30 silver shekels.

The steaming bowl of stew scalds the goblin woodsman's face. The crowd goes silent for a moment. The woodsman flailing around miserable and blind seems unable to find his axe. He seems to be trying to find it. The crowd looks on with curiosity and not a small amount of enjoyment. Even the card players seem to be enjoying the spectacle.
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Since you rolled a crit I gave you the mighty deed. Murt and anyone else that wants to go gets another turn

Rolls

card player luck - (1d20)

(4) = 4

Oct 1, 2018 3:56 am
Seeing no one stick up for the woodsman, Murt shoves the blinded goblin onto the ground and attempts to drag him to the door by one of his ankles.
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Would you like me to roll for dragging him outside?
Oct 1, 2018 4:06 am
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Naw. He thought he was tough stuff but he was owned by a young woman!
Oct 1, 2018 4:16 am
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I picked Spells, not sure why I didn't add them to the sheer. I'll add it tomorrow.
Oct 1, 2018 4:33 am
Having dragged the blinded woodsman out of the tavern, Murt snatches his ax and tosses it back indoors. She spits at the creature while sliding her brass knuckles over her favorite punching fist.

"No, YOU UGLY." She cracks him on the jaw, purposefully knocking a tooth out for her collection. She adds the bloody token to her bag of broken teeth and walks back into the crowded tavern, leaving the beaten wretch to himself.

Instead of sitting at the ruined table where her friends are trying to piece together how exactly they were going to settle their tabs over a mess of soup, Murt chooses to join the table where the uppity woodsman was sitting. She grabs his mug and drinks his drink, giving a promising look to any gobbo who dares question why she'd join them.
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Oct 2, 2018 1:04 am
As Murt returns the tavern erupts into cheers. "We haven't seen a fight like that in ages!" a stranger yells. The tavern seems to really liven up for awhile keeping Ginger very busy as people buy more drinks and talk about fighting and the last good fight was when a dwarf walked into the bar...

The three card players take advantage of the distraction to get out of the game not wishing to lose any more money.

Murt and her companions get 2 or 3 rounds of drinks from the fellows of the tavern and 1 round from Ginger. "I might ask you all to stay a few extra nights, it is good for business!"

Eventually though the crowd turns somber as a bell rings. The goblins get into groups, grab pitch forks, shovels and the occasional bow.

When there are only half a dozen patrons left Ginger comes over "So you want to stay the night?"
Oct 2, 2018 1:22 pm
As soon as Murt bellows her initial curse at the woodsman Lavender cringes, squeezing his eyes shut. Preparing for the worst he readies himself to scoop up all of his winnings and make a dash for the exit. Wincing even harder when the hot soup splashes into the goblin's face Lavender joins the chorus of "Ooooooh!" as everyone feels his pain.

When Murt re-enters victorious to the cheers of the tavern patrons, Lavender relaxes and turns back to his game only to find the other players have vanished. Shrugging, he collects his 30 shekels and walks over to Murt's table, dropping 5 silver each in front of Stearvall and Daniel with a wink on the way. "How's that fer a return on investment, eh?"

Grabbing a seat across from Murt, Lavender slides another 5 silver across the table to her. He speaks towards the group so the others are included at the next table. "Good show, Murty! You read the room perfectly and gave th' people what they wanted. Couldn't have done it better meself! What say we adjourn for the night and hit the road again in the morning? I'm thinkin' it would be best if we did not find ourselves campin' in these parts after nightfall. Whatever these Grimalkin are, I dun wanna find out fer meself." Lavender drinks everything that he is offered.
Oct 2, 2018 7:36 pm
Murt leers at Lavender, a mixture of budding anger and confusion on her simple face. "I can't read, idiot." She bites the silver, and slides the coins into her pocket.
Oct 2, 2018 8:21 pm
Daniel smiles and claps with the crowd while watching the show that Murt puts on, enjoying the spectacle and allowing himself to relax a bit.

Daniel nods his thanks to Lavender when the coins are placed in front of him and scoops them into his pouch before raising his mug in toast to the gambler.

When Ginger comes over, Daniel shrugs, "Why not?" he says, "Doubt anyone's going to mess with us after that show!"
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Oct 3, 2018 8:50 am
Ginger takes you to some rooms. They are sized for small folk like goblins, dwarves and halflings but Ginger is resourceful and puts beds together. The night seems to go by without incident for all save Stearvall. Late at night Stearvall feels something heavy on his chest and a cold wind on his face. As he blinks his eyes open he sees a large black crow on his chest and the window to the room is open. The crow turns its head to get one good beady eye on Steraval. "Your quest for enlightenment is now beginning. There are three labours demanded of Molotoch. The grimalkin are undead. Undead do not leave the dead for feasting. Destroy the undead for Molotoch. That is your first labour."

The next day the sun rises, Stearvall's wakes up with the sun. His window is open. The rest of the party are downstairs eating hot oats with honey.
Oct 3, 2018 2:32 pm
Lavender is currently sitting at a table with Daniel and Murt and can be heard from downstairs finishing up a particularly crass joke at Ro Ar's expense. "...so I said to her I sez... can I git a side o' divine bacon with that? Bwahahaha!" He laughs uproariously at his own joke and continues laughing so hard some oats spill out of his mouth into his beard and he doesn't seem to care.
Oct 3, 2018 3:31 pm
Stearvall steps into the common room, Gather around Friends, I revived a vision from my god last night

He closes his eyes and prays to Molotoch for bounty. "Carrion god please allow me to strengthen those that will aid me in your name"

Food begins to fall from the the air, and water clear water fills the empty mugs and glasses of the inn.

"We must venture after the grimalkin"
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Rolls

Food of the gods - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Manifestation - (1d4)

(2) = 2

Oct 3, 2018 3:42 pm
Daniel smiles and laughs along with Lavender's story, feeling a real sense of familiarity. It's just like the many caravan trips he's taken; sitting around a table with comrades, drinking, and telling stories.

When Stearvall comes down and makes his announcement, Daniel quiets and leans forward to listen better. He listens closely to make sure he doesn't miss anything; It could be fatal.
Oct 4, 2018 1:07 am
The tavern is mostly empty except Ginger and a single goblin. As soon his mug fills with water he takes a drink. He immediately spits it out. "Water! Ughhhh!"

Ginger looks warily at Stearval. "Best not be doing that in the evening. I'd be out of customers to buy my gruel!" She says with a hint of seriousness.
OOC:
So what's the plan?
Oct 4, 2018 12:36 pm
Lavender looks up in shock as the food and water rains down from beyond the ceiling. "Hell's bells, Stearvy! You know I was just joking about the divine bacon, right? Hmm... Mebbe yer god o' carcasses ain't so bad, ha!" He grabs a piece of the grey, spongy, shapeless food and tears a hunk out, chewing it a few times before scrunching up his face in distaste. "Urgh... next time could you ask him to put some flavor innit?"

After Stearvall announces his intention, Lavender chokes on his food mid-chew. "R'you shittin' us, priest? I thought we all agreed to steer clear o' whatever these grimalkin things are, now you want to stroll right into the woods n' seek 'em out?! Did'jer god 'o carcasses tell you this?"

He chokes down a few more bites to fill his belly before gathering up enough to feed the group for the day, making sure to fill his waterskin as well.
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Oct 4, 2018 1:27 pm
Daniel looks quizzically at Stearvall, "Why? I thought we were going to find some sort of relic?"
Oct 4, 2018 3:05 pm
"The path to the relic leads through the grimalkin, We are must face trials to prove our worth, the first of these it to clense this undeath" He stands, almost striking he head on the ceiling and walks over to Daniel and places a hand on his shoulder. "I can not do this without you, I can not know if you will survive, will you join me on this divine quest?"
Oct 4, 2018 3:13 pm
Daniel shrugs, "Guess it can't be helped, huh?" he asks, nodding his assent.
Oct 4, 2018 6:13 pm
Lavender stops packing his sack with food long enough to let out a heavy sigh and turn towards Daniel & Stearvall. "Ahh, bullocks Stearvall. Had to go and get all serious and genuine on us, didn't ya'? Well, I'll help ya get yer trinket on two conditions. First, there's gotta be a sizable payoff at th' end. No way to know 'bout that 'till we get there. And second, Murt punches and stabs anything that comes at us."

Tying his sack closed and slinging it over his shoulders, Lavender turns to Murt. "Whaddya say Murty? Wanna pound some undead gobbos?"
Oct 4, 2018 7:41 pm
Murt has worn the same inscrutable look on her face throughout the morning spent at gossip and plot, much as one would expect to see the level of comprehension expressed by your average moss covered stone (but perhaps with more animosity than most). She worries her bread and bacon with dog-like tenacity, voicing little opinion throughout the affairs of the men who surround her.

"Hmph?" She grunts, looking up from her plate. "Whuz-undead?"
Oct 4, 2018 11:00 pm
Lavender looks askance at Murt with a smirk. "Well, if ya don't already know then I ain't gonna spoil th' surprise! Let's jus' say they're things fer you t' punch n' stab. And that's probly all you really care t' know about 'em, am I right? Ha! Let's be on our way, no sense delaying the violence, I suppose."
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Oct 5, 2018 12:38 am
Daniel stands up and nods, "Let's get it done, then," he says.
Oct 5, 2018 1:08 am
The four intrepid adventurers head out into the cool fall sun. This morning is cooler than the last few mornings. You can see your breathe as you exhale. Ginger gave you directions to the abandoned goblin village; the known source of the grimalkin. Her parting words are "You are going to see things there that are horrible... be strong"

The walk is short. Bitty the samdu slows it down so it takes a bit longer. She continues to pause to pick up rocks to chew on along the way. To get to the village you need to take what was once a well worn but now overgrown trail through the woods. The trees are dwarf pines. The soil is a bit dry and rocky. It must be hard to grow food out here. The hike is uphill. By the time you have been walking a full bell the cool weather is not enough to cool you off and you are sweating.

Eventually you come upon a large boulder split in half. The trail leads through the boulder. Painted on the boulder in black charcoal is a large figure. Tall and imposing the figure has extra long limbs. You aren't sure if it is an accurate depiction of something or the artist just didn't understand natural proportions. The most important feature of the rock painting is the creature's face. There is no face. There is a large hole in the head. An empty gaping hole. In the creatures hands are a bunch of smaller creatures seemingly in agony. Down at the creature's feet are even more small creatures. They seem to be prostrating themselves before the large creature.

There is one other thing you notice. There is no sound in the woods. Not an insect or a bird or a squirrel. Complete silence.
Oct 5, 2018 1:57 am
"Well, this seems... cozy," Daniel says dryly as he sees the picture and notices that there's no sound, "I bet we're getting close."

With that, he straps his shield on and draws his sword.
Oct 5, 2018 12:18 pm
Lavender slowly walks up to the boulder and reaches his hand out to touch the charcoal painting. He does a fair job of keeping up appearances, but the rest of the group can see the blood drain from his face and he swallows hard. "Yea... creepy is more like it. Mebbe we should find a secluded spot nearby and tie up Ol' Bitty so she doesn't get caught up in whatever we find ahead."

Taking a few minutes Lavender will do just that. Finding a spot a little ways off the already overgrown path on the "safe" side of the boulder he gets Bitty settled in with a few rocks to munch. Really he is just trying to find an excuse to let Daniel and Murt move forward until he follows a little behind them. With his dagger drawn, Lavender is ready to disappear into the brush at the first sign of trouble.
Oct 5, 2018 2:55 pm
Murt, ever unmoved by the avenues of fine art, maintains a blasé air of disinterest in the face of the foreboding depiction of evil. Her study of the dark drawing is brief before she begins to sort of kick stones about. "Jus' stupid rocks." She mutters thickly, "Whys Undead live outside?"
Oct 8, 2018 1:33 am
Lead by Daniel the group walks through the split rock. Murt comes second followed by Stearvall with Lavender watching the rear. Bitty the samdu seems unconcerned at being tied up.

Past the rock you make it to the crest of the hill. An abandoned village with a dozen or so huts is laid out in front of you. Daniel almost trips as his foot avoids stepping on what looks like the clothing of a caravan guard. The clothing is ripped and shredded. You can recognize it as a caravan guard by the broken spear and the broken shield. Oddly you see no bones, blood or flesh in the area. How can such carnage leave no blood stains?

The walls of the huts are disconcerting. Painted all over the walls are more images of the faceless black giant. Pictures also include images of sacrifices. As you wander carefully into the middle of the village you hear a loud snap! to the right of you. It is just behind a large wooden hut.
Oct 8, 2018 1:52 am
Gunna check how stupid Murt is going to be.
Odd = dumb move
Even = more tactical move

Rolls

Stupid Check - (1d2)

(1) = 1

Oct 8, 2018 1:58 am
Amidst the ruins, the snapping sound behind the hut brings Murt's pontifications to the forefront of her mind. Careful, deliberate action is needed, as Murt works to strategically make her move.

"HEY!" Murt shouts at the top of her lungs. "WHO THERE? SOMEONE NAMED UNDEAD?" She yanks her sword roughly from its sheath, and a burning brand of an eye glows at her forehead. "CUZ I'MUNNA FUGGIN' KILL THAT GUY."
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Oct 8, 2018 11:15 am
You can almost see the face-palm, even though all Lavender does is squint his eyes shut in frustration. Wait... what am I complaining about? I *wanted* them to draw attention. Thank you, Murt! Lavender darts off to one side, taking cover behind a nearby hut and making himself ready to pounce on whatever unsuspecting enemy is foolish enough to engage Murt.
Oct 9, 2018 12:49 am
Murt runs with abandon behind the hut. Lavender sneak around the other direction walking softly on the dry dusty ground. As she pulls around she finds the old goblin that was pushing his cart from the day before. The really grumpy mumbling one. He takes one look at Murt and yells. "Well don't stab ME! I ain't no grimalkin. I am a gobbledygook goblin. It's day time, no grimalkin would come out in the day. Idiot! As he yells this Lavender attempts to sneak around his back.
OOC:
Lavender roll for sneaking. Because Murt is creating a distraction let's up the action die to d24. I think in some cases Levender would get a free pass on the sneak roll. For example if he was hiding in an alleyway and waiting for someone to walk by that wasn't actively looking. Then he would get a free sneak. But in this case the old goblin is in the open and hears Murt so he might be on enough alert to warrant a skill check. I believe it would be agility. DC 12.
Oct 9, 2018 6:55 am
OOC:
BTW I did this sketch of the drawings on the rocks
https://i.imgur.com/bF4YZw6.jpg
Oct 9, 2018 9:47 am
OOC:
Gotcha, all sounds good to me!
As Lavender circles around the other side of one of the huts and sees the old goblin from town, he visibly relaxes. As he is about to sheath his dagger, however, he hesitates. What in th’ blazes would this old goblin be doin’ pullin’ his rickety ol’ cart through an abandoned village known to hold undead gobbos? With dagger still in hand Lavender creeps closer, taking in the scene and trying to figure out what the goblin was doing back here.
Last edited October 9, 2018 9:51 am

Rolls

Sneak Silently - (1d24+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Oct 9, 2018 1:23 pm
Daniel, quite confused to find the old goblin here, keeps his grip on his sword, "Well, when it does show up, what can we expect?"
Oct 9, 2018 1:57 pm
Stearvall turns his head to the side like a curious bird looking at the drawing, he reaches out a finger to see how fresh it seems. absently "Who do you worship old one?"
Oct 10, 2018 12:53 am
Lavender sees that Grumpy is tearing down the huts and putting the sticks onto his cart. The sticks would make good kindling. Grumpy looks at Daniel and Stearvall. Then blinks. "Well, not that it's your business, but I worship Radhu." He pulls out a pair of rabbit's ears. "Always good to have a trickster god on your side." He rubs the ears on his ears and then puts them back into his pocket. "What to expect? Hell, I expect you all will be eaten." He loughs a bit at his own joke. But to be honest, I don't know what to expect. Except the grimalkin ain't the smartest goblins to cross over. We are able to lock our doors and shutters and that seems good enough to keep 'em out. They don't use tools, or weapons. But we know they got claws and sharp teeth. From the marks on our doors."

He seems to realize you aren't going to kill him so he reaches forward and grabs a piece of hut wall and pulls. He tugs and pulls left and right until it is loose. He then pulls it out of the wall and throws it on his cart. "Me, I aim to tear this village down. Maybe if the village is gone the grimalkin will be gone too."

He then looks down sadly. "I lost my wife to those creatures. So I want them gone more than most..."
Oct 10, 2018 1:00 am
"Well, by the end of the night, I don't think you'll have anything to worry about. I aim to cut them all down," Daniel says with conviction.
Oct 10, 2018 1:06 am
Grumpy looks at Daniel then over at Murt. He squints his eyes in the early morning sun. It seems he is thinking to himself. "I heard what she done." He says pointing to Murt. He then seems to appraise Daniel's weapons and armor. "Well... I ain't trying to get ya killled but I can show you where their hole is. It is just over dug out under a large stone." he points past the village aways.
Oct 10, 2018 10:58 am
With a heavy sigh Lavender finally puts away his dagger and, dropping whatever stealth he had (if any), trudges out from behind the hut to stand with the rest of his group. "All right ol' man, you done good." He pulls out a silver from his coin pouch and holds it out towards the goblin. "Now, les see if you can do better. Tell us everything else you know 'bout these grimalkin and mebbe I'll let you have this shiny shekel. When exactly did these undead gobbos start showin' up? How many are there? What d'you know 'bout this faceless giant scrawled across these huts?" At the last question, Lavender points towards the drawings with the silver then waves it in front of the man's face.
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Oct 11, 2018 4:04 am
Grumpy looks at the shekel with desire. "Well, hmmm.... It was last snow they showed up. This village does some trade with us down in the town. It turns out they ran out of food. It is tough living out here. Around here they talk about a darkness that lurks in the shadows. Some people call him Sha Krom. These pictures are Sha Krom. Scary ain't they? To keep Sha Krom happy we leave small things out on our doorsteps. Bowls of milk, pieces of bread. Seems he keeps mostly to himself. But sometimes he takes things, like pigs or goats or once he took a child. We try to pray to Radhu to keep Sha Krom away. But Radhu does what he likes and sometimes I think he thinks it is funny when we are struggling.

Anyways, last winter all was quiet, but then one night one of the homes gets attacked. We know this cause one of the gobbos living there was in the woods taking a piss. He said he saw a bunch of thin white skinned gobbos come into his house and eat his family. He ran to town. When the town came with him they found nothing of his family. But in the morning they followed the tracks and found this village full of dead gobbos. They looked like they been killing themselves, painting these strange pictures all over themselves. It was bad. There were even children. All dead..."


He looks at the ground. "It was too much. Most people ran away afraid. No one dared come back... until more attacks started to occur. Houses were being attacked. All at night. So we came back here. And we found that all the bodies were gone. No bones, no blood. All gone. Eventually we realized we can stay safe if we don't go out at night and if we lock our doors and shutter our windows. Of course it was too late for my wife. She was an ornery wench but she put up with me." He looks back at the shekel. "Don't know how many there are, some say only one and some say a dozen or more. All I know is nobody dare go down that hole."
Oct 11, 2018 2:59 pm
Lavender rolls his eyes. "So lemme get this straight; Rabbit-Trickster-God is shirking protection from Faceless-Giant-God, and Carcass-God is sending us on a crazy quest t' destroy undead gobbos who apparently pray t' Faceless-Giant-God... I've had just about enough've the "almighty" gods after our little Ro Ar incident, ya know? Anyways, here ya go ol' man." He hands the shekel over to Grumpy, then reaches into his pouch and pulls out another, tossing it over to him. "And... umm... Sorry 'bout yer ol' lady. Sounds like you two were made fer each other." Scratching the back of his head awkwardly he moves away from Grumpy and pretends to be surveying the area, looking up at the sky and poking his head into the abandoned huts.
OOC:
Does Lavender find anything of interest inside any of the huts? And what time of day is it currently?
Oct 12, 2018 2:14 am
Lavender sees the huts are pretty bare. The people that used to live here were very poor. There are a few clay pots, some blankets, maybe a stone knife.
OOC:
I am assuming you are headed to the hole in the ground.
Grumpy takes the coin then leads you all past a few more stick huts to the hole. It is easy to see how the village was starving over the winter. The ground here is dusty and rocky and there seems to be little water.

Above the large hole in the ground is a stone with more charcoal painting. The ground looks like it has many bare foot prints. There are also many small bits and pieces of clothe and tools laying scattered about. But everything is dry. Not a drop of blood and not a sliver of bone is around.

The tunnel smells terrible. Like rotten flesh. It is dark but you can see that it looks like a natural cave. The walls inside have claw marks. It seems the cave turns left about thirty feet in.
OOC:
If you wish to enter, what is the marching order? How will you all see? Any other preparations you plan to make?
Oct 14, 2018 1:29 am
Daniel cracks his neck, "I'll go first... someone light a torch..."
Oct 14, 2018 3:11 am
OOC:
I am busy next two days. Feel free to post amongst yourselves :)
Oct 14, 2018 12:45 pm
Lavender takes his pack off, kneels, and starts rummaging through it for a moment, grumbling all the while. "Can’t believe... actually goin’... stinking murder hole..." He pulls out a torch and strikes his flint a few times, the torch eventually blazing to life. Throwing his pack back onto his shoulders he holds out the light to Stearvall. "Here ya go, Stearvy. I come prepared, but I operate... out of th’ light. It’d be better for all of us if we get int’ a scrap that I be free t’ dart in n’ outta shadows, ya ken?"

Drawing his dagger once again, Lavender dramatically motions for Stearvall to take second in line.
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Oct 15, 2018 11:11 pm
Murt has watched the exchange from a distance, gradually coming to terms with the concept that this old goblin is not this Undead fellow she was prepared to butcher. She chooses to spit noisily into the dirt, attempting to perhaps make a target out of a beetle or anthill, rather than face the formidable trials of mustering a worthy contribution to the discussion.

"Shut up." Murt grunts in response to Lavender's appeal to strategy, shoving him aside to move past. "You stink like butt rot." She follows Stearvall with her magic sword in hand.
Oct 16, 2018 1:20 am
OOC:
Sorry for the break. Next week might also be a bit sporadic but I will try to keep things moving.
Daniel heads into the cave. The torch helps burn away the horrible smell inside but not completely. He is followed by Murt, Stearval and Lavender. As Lavender heads in the old goblin turns and starts hacking away at a wooden hut.

The light of the torch flickers on the walls throwing strange shadows. At one point Lavender sees Stearval's shadow take crow form and it seems to fight with a large dark shadow. Stearval moves his arm and the shadows disappear, their battle unresolved.

The cave is clean of organic material. No bones. No blood. Not rotting corpses. But there are many articles of clothing.

There seems to be only one direction to follow. The cave narrows then widens. It widens and you see a single shaft of light piercing the darkness. The shaft hits a small faceless totem casting a large shadow. Just past the light and shadow you see what looks like three gobos huddling together. They seem to be afraid of the light. You can see their eyes in the dark cave. There is no color, only white. They look up at you all and snarl. They are naked except for rags rotting off of their bodies. Their skin is white like ivory. Not natural for gobos at all.

One of them stands up and runs at you all. It runs into the light. As it does so the flesh smokes then bursts into flames. Only black bits of burned body reach Daniel's feet. The other two see this and run deeper into the cave.
OOC:
If you wish to do something before the grimalkin run away you need to beat my d20 roll. Use your initiative modifier.

Rolls

Grimalkin run - (1d20)

(7) = 7

Oct 16, 2018 1:28 am
OOC:
Initiative!

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Oct 16, 2018 2:46 am
OOC:
I N I T I A T I V E

Rolls

Initiative - (1d20+0)

(16) = 16

Oct 16, 2018 12:34 pm
Lavender, thinking quickly, tosses his dagger into his off hand and pulls a javelin from the strap on his backpack. Taking a few steps forward he tosses it into the air and, grabbing it by the handgrip, hurls it towards one of the grimalkin turning to flee.
OOC:
I’m assuming a 4 will miss, lol!
Despite *looking* like he has done this all his life, Lavender grabs the grip awkwardly and the javelin twirls off-center through the air before clattering harmlessly a few yards from the grimalkin in the darkness. He moves his dagger back to his main hand and stands with the shaft of light and totem inbetween himself and the undead, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the others.
Last edited October 16, 2018 12:39 pm

Rolls

Javelin Attack - (1d20)

(4) = 4

Javelin Damage - (1d6)

(2) = 2

Oct 17, 2018 2:23 am
OOC:
Initiative
Lavender
Murt
Grimalkin
Daniel

Stearval?
Oct 19, 2018 1:01 am
OOC:
I am going to keep the game moving.
As the javelin bounces ineffectively the two small creatures run deeper into the cave. As their the sound of their claws on stone fade. The shadow on the ground starts to flicker and wave... then it speaks, the voice echoing off the cave walls. "Well, well, well and what is it ye be doin' tramplin' and scarin' me good little folk?"
Oct 19, 2018 6:02 pm
Possessing both the instinct and intellect of a remarkably average dog, Murt rushes to chase the fleeing creatures. She only makes it several paces beyond the group before stopping at the strange apparition of the voice. Murt looks about the cave in confusion.

"WHO THAT?" She bellows into the dark unknown, boldly challenging the demons without, and perhaps, challenging the demons within her own inner being. "I GUNNA BREAK YOUR HEAD AND BURN YER HOUSE DOWN."
Oct 20, 2018 6:09 am
"Tis I, the walker of shadow, I waxeth in winter and howl at the moon. Come, men and women of arms, put down your weapons and join my flock." The shadow says to Murt and her companions.
Oct 20, 2018 7:13 am
"SHUT. UP." Murt wildly attacks the darkness, her magic sword singing as it ineffectively cuts through open air.
Oct 20, 2018 5:39 pm
Lavender brandishes his dagger and looks around wildly for the source of the voice before settling on the shadow cast by the totem. Blinking a few times to make sure he isn't hallucinating, Lavender looks to Murt flailing about in the darkness. Hmm, mebbe she's better off NOT knowing, at least for the moment. He catches Stearvall's and Daniel's eyes to make sure they are aware of the voice's origin before donning his stage voice and addressing the entity.

"Good day to you, fine cave-dwelling shadow creature. I beg pardon, but your "good folk" as you call them are causing quite the disruption for the more... animated citizens of the region. You are aware your flock are completely undead and feeding off the living, yes?" As he speaks, Lavender slowly takes a few steps back away from the totem.
Oct 21, 2018 5:52 am
"Well of course my flock needs to eat. And twas I that led them to food." As the shadow speaks there is a loud rustling from deep inside the cave.
Oct 22, 2018 11:38 pm
OOC:
Is everyone busy? The game has slowed down considerably.
Oct 22, 2018 11:57 pm
OOC:
Just got back from vacation :)
Daniel raises an eyebrow, "Well, your flock is eating some friends of ours. I think they should probably stop it."
Oct 23, 2018 12:06 am
OOC:
I’m still here & checking this game everyday!

I’m trying to wait till at least one or two other players post for every Lavender post :)
Last edited October 23, 2018 12:08 am
Oct 23, 2018 2:14 am
The shadow ignores Daniel's request. It then starts to sing a little ditty.
"Before the time when time was time
the world was dark and dreary
gods were born and gods did die
and the world it was a weary
but Krom of shadow did endure
for hide he could and hide he did my deary
boo hoo, boo hoo ladeedadeedoo..."


As he sang the noise from deep down the tunnel grew louder.
OOC:

@Naatkinson ah yeah. that is right!
@moldynolds OK
How about the others?
Oct 23, 2018 4:03 pm
"Shut up," Daniel says irritably, grabbing the torch from whoever has it and shoving it into the shadows that the voice is coming from.
Oct 23, 2018 7:19 pm
Krom of shadow? Gods born and dying? Hell’s bells, as if we *needed* another immortal entity on our hands! Let’s see just how "of shadow" this Krom really is... Seeing Daniel provide a distraction, Lavender uses the flickering torchlight and shadow to circle around the room and hunker down a few yards off to the side of the tunnel that leads further underground where the rustling sound is growing.
Oct 24, 2018 12:07 am
As Daniel attempts to move the irritating shadow with a torch the light of the torch throws flickering shadows all over the walls. You all get snippits of a laughing shadow surrounding you.


Lavender takes the torch and casts the shadow deeper into the cave as the shadow grows longer and longer you here "Come eat my children. Feast apon their flesh and bones and blood. Lala ladeedadeedoo."


A single grimalkin runs into the torch light, then another and another. It seems a village of grimalkin, twisted undead goblins, stream toward you. Mindless and hungry.
OOC:
Everybody gets an initial action. Anything you want. After you post your action roll initiative.




Also just a little bg info. The characters know that the world is full of gods. But it is also full of powerful malignant (and rarely benign) spirits. There are also dangerous fey creatures of varying power. It is rumored infernals and celestials roam the material plane doing the things they do. And of course there are just scary monsters and scarier people. So not everything will be related to gods. But much of it will be dangerous...


Oct 24, 2018 12:37 am
Daniel growls, "Ah dammit!" before slashing at the nearest grimalkin, aiming for the legs to hopefully trip it up, and then backing up a few steps to a (hopefully) more defensible position.
OOC:
19 to hit
Success on deed to trip
5 damage
Last edited October 24, 2018 12:37 am

Rolls

Daniel Attack, Deed Die, Damage - (1d20+2, 1d3, 1d8+1)

1d20+2 : (14) + 2 = 16

1d3 : (3) = 3

1d8+1 : (1) + 1 = 2

Initiative - (1d20+1)

(11) + 1 = 12

Oct 24, 2018 12:45 am
Lavender watches with wide eyes as the first grimalkin emerges, running past him into the chamber. Then the second. Then the third. Aww... BULLOCKS!! By the time the fourth undead goblin scurries out of the tunnel Lavender silently darts foward, thrusting with his dagger.

Rolls

Move Silently - (1d20+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Backstab - (1d20+2)

(20) + 2 = 22

Oct 24, 2018 12:54 am
OOC:
Well I’m assuming the 6 fails so no Backstab, but Lavender ended up naturally critting on his attack roll anyways, lol! BTW, Lavender isn’t getting any bonus from his Backstab skill currently, that +2 is from his Birth Augur.
Lavender finds a soft spot through sheer luck and when the grimalkin shivers with muscle spasms he sinks the blade in even deeper and twists.
Last edited October 24, 2018 12:57 am

Rolls

Dagger Damage - (1d4)

(4) = 4

Critical Table II - (1d10+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Extra Damage - (3d3)

(122) = 5

Lavender’s Initiative - (1d20)

(14) = 14

Oct 25, 2018 12:25 am
OOC:
I'll wait one more day to see if the others post.
Oct 25, 2018 4:30 am
Though much of the book on Murt's early life has gone missing from the absurd and vulgar annals of "Whatever-The-Hell Street Corner" she slept on , many more sources than necessary can attest that her formative years were spent ambushing the weaker children she laughingly would knock over. It is with this spirit that Murt seizes upon 'Ser'-Daniel's initiative, as she pounces upon his prey with a demented ferocity, cackling like a lunatic as her magic sword plunges wildly.
OOC:
Murt attacks Daniel's target, preferably once it has been knocked down.
OOC:
I dunno why, but I had a terrible time getting the dice to roll.
Last edited October 25, 2018 4:32 am

Rolls

Magic Sword Damage: 1d6 + 1 (str) + 1d3 (warrior) + 1d3 (magic) - (1d6+1, 1d3, 1d3)

1d6+1 : (4) + 1 = 5

1d3 : (2) = 2

1d3 : (2) = 2

Attack - (1d20+1, 1d3, 1d3)

1d20+1 : (3) + 1 = 4

1d3 : (3) = 3

1d3 : (1) = 1

Initiative - (1d20+0)

(13) = 13

Oct 25, 2018 11:37 pm
Three grimalkin fall to their death. Two more creatures that follow trip on the corpses of the fallen. These creatures frail bodies are no match for your steel weapons. However, six more stream forward surrounding you. A feeling of dread fills the more sentimental (if there are any) members of the group as you see what looks like a mother grimalkin with a young baby grimalkin at her breast.
OOC:

Initiative order
Lavender, Murt and Daniel
grimalkin (8 remaining, 2 are prone)

Rolls

grimalkin initiative - (1d20)

(8) = 8

Oct 26, 2018 2:20 pm
Lavender watches the group being surrounded by half-a-dozen grimalkin and, grimacing, runs into the shaft of light. Damn the gods... and the devils... and all the immortal... THINGS! Reaching into his pack, he pulls out his flask of oil, pops the cork, and pours it out over the totem, dousing it in thick flammable fluid. "Danny boy, come hit this thing with that torch n' send this hellspawn back to mommy!"

He wheels about, dagger brandished, ready to jump back in any direction in order to force any grimalkin that comes after him to enter the shaft of light.
Oct 26, 2018 4:12 pm
Having dropped the torch to the ground to draw his blade, Daniel tries to hook it with his foot and kick-toss it at the oiled totem.

Rolls

Torch throw/kick (Attack, Deed) - (1d20+1, 1d3)

1d20+1 : (13) + 1 = 14

1d3 : (3) = 3

Oct 26, 2018 5:04 pm
OOC:
Nice roll!!

Is MrStr4ng3 & Stearvall still with us?
Oct 27, 2018 3:27 am
Daniel deftly kicks the torch onto the statue of Sha Krom. The statue immediately lights up. Black smoke from the burnung oil fills the roof of the cave. A single grimalkin attempts to slash at Lavender but pulls back as its hand burns in the sunlight.


The singing and laughter of the shadow disappears as the grimalkin wail in agony.
OOC:

I love the team work!

Initiative order
Lavender, Daniel
Murt
grimalkin (8 remaining, 2 are prone)
Oct 31, 2018 5:54 pm
OOC:
Did we lose Murt & Stearvall?

On a separate note Gamersplane keeps timing out when I try to access the site. I have been almost completely unable to access the site for the past two days. Just FYI if I become scarce until this issue fixes itself...
Nov 1, 2018 3:37 am
OOC:
I have also been having a hard time accessing the site :( Hope it gets fixed!

I am still around and will be for many months. So hopefully after the site issues are resolved we can get things going again.
Nov 2, 2018 1:19 am
OOC:
Who is up now?
Last edited November 2, 2018 1:20 am
Nov 5, 2018 4:04 am
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Daniel deftly kicks the torch onto the statue of Sha Krom. The statue immediately lights up. Black smoke from the burnung oil fills the roof of the cave. A single grimalkin attempts to slash at Lavender but pulls back as its hand burns in the sunlight.

The singing and laughter of the shadow disappears as the grimalkin wail in agony.
OOC:
It is Murt's turn
Initiative
Murt
grimalkin (8 remaining, 2 are prone)
Nov 6, 2018 12:54 am
OOC:
Hi all, what can we do to get this game moving again? I know I always get frustrated when I am playing in a PbP game that slows down and dies. Can we say everyone take an action?

Also if Stearval is MIA we may want to change the goal. Let me know in the OOC what your characters might be after.

Thanks :)

Nov 6, 2018 4:02 am
Murt indiscriminately slashes down any of the foul creatures that approaches her, no matter how noisily their child wails.
OOC:
Of course my trash attack would crit!
Last edited November 6, 2018 4:02 am

Rolls

Attack - (1d20+1, 1d3, 1d3)

1d20+1 : (20) + 1 = 21

1d3 : (1) = 1

1d3 : (3) = 3

Damage - (1d6+1, 1d3, 1d3)

1d6+1 : (5) + 1 = 6

1d3 : (3) = 3

1d3 : (1) = 1

Nov 6, 2018 4:43 am
OOC:
Want to describe how Murt kills the grimalkin?
Nov 7, 2018 1:23 am
Murt skewers the grimalkin before her. It falls lifeless to the ground. The two prone creatures pull themselves up. The creatures turn on Daniel and Murt unable to get into the sunshine to attack Lavender.

A grimalkin runs behind Daniel and jumps on him from behind. He lands on Daniels back and bits at his neck and scratches at his expose arms. Another creature attacks from the front but Daniel fends it off with his sword. But a third grimalkin takes advantage to attack Daniel and finds some soft tissue on the back of his leg. A fourth grimalkin lifts its body up from falling over and charges at Daniel but Daniel dodges.
OOC:
7 damage


Three blood thirsty grimalkin lunge and attack Murt with a whole lot of crazy in their eyes. But they get crazy back as Murt bites, kicks and punches them keeping them at bay.
OOC:
no damage to Murt, that last roll was an accident. Lucky S.O.B.


Strangely as the small statue continues to burn the grimalkin begin to shake violently. One seems to try to speak, "Shaaaaa krommm..."
OOC:

Initiative order
Lavender, Daniel Murt
grimalkin (7 remaining, 2 are prone)

Rolls

4 Grimalkin attack Daniel - (1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (18) = 18

1d4 : (2) = 2

1d20 : (4) = 4

1d4 : (2) = 2

1d20 : (17) = 17

1d4 : (3) = 3

1d20 : (2) = 2

1d4 : (1) = 1

3 Grimalkin attack Murt - (1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (8) = 8

1d4 : (4) = 4

1d20 : (9) = 9

1d4 : (4) = 4

1d20 : (2) = 2

1d4 : (2) = 2

1d20 : (19) = 19

1d4 : (2) = 2

Nov 7, 2018 2:35 pm
Lavender smiles evilly at the burning totem before turning to witness his companions still getting overwhelmed by undead goblins. Flipping his attention from Daniel to Murt, back and forth, he finally sees Daniel seems to be getting the worse end of the battle and stabs at the grimalkin hanging on Daniel's back.
OOC:
lol, shit! That's a Fumble
As Daniel instinctively thrashes in self-defense he ends up swinging the grimalkin side to side violently. Lavender takes several stabs, but each one is met with empty air. "Hey!" *stab* "Stand still!" *stab* "I'm" *stab* "trying to" *stab* "HELP YOU!"
Last edited November 7, 2018 2:41 pm

Rolls

Lavender's Backstab Attack - (1d20+2)

(1) + 2 = 3

Lavender's Fumble (-2 for Luck mod) - (1d4-2)

(3) - 2 = 1

Nov 7, 2018 2:40 pm
OOC:
Am I missing something? I see two hits on Daniel for a total of 5 damage
Nov 8, 2018 12:37 am
Quote:
Am I missing something? I see two hits on Daniel for a total of 5 damage
OOC:
My bad, I added the d20roll below the 2. 5 it is.
Nov 8, 2018 1:21 am
Daniel grimaces in pain and continues backing away down the tunnel as he slashes at the grimalkin. As he fights, he tries to force the creatures into each others' way.

Rolls

Attack, Deed, Damage - (1d20+2, 1d3, 1d6+1)

1d20+2 : (5) + 2 = 7

1d3 : (2) = 2

1d6+1 : (4) + 1 = 5

Nov 10, 2018 2:24 am
Murt jumps in with her usual ferocity. She lops of the head of two grimalkin with one blow.
OOC:
I think we are going to need to figure out how to handle the game from here on out. Do you all want to take over Stearvall and Murt? (it seems they have lost interest in the game - so sad. I loved both characters). I will GM NPC the characters for now. But don't really want to do it for long.

Or we can just continue with only two characters

And of course Murt crits!

Rolls

Murt Attack - (1d20, 1d3, 1d3)

1d20 : (20) = 20

1d3 : (1) = 1

1d3 : (2) = 2

Nov 10, 2018 2:27 am
Lavender's attack draws attention from two grimalkin on Daniel. One lunges at Lavender but Lavender deftly dodges the grimalkin tripping and landing on its companion (prone). The grimalkin on Daniels back continues to look for opportunities to attack through Daniel's armor scratching here and there. Its companion also gets a bit of a bite in.

The creature facing Murt cannot get close to the whirlwind of ferocity that is a 19 year old girl.

Stearvall also joins the fray. He moves forward unafraid of the grimalkin mumbling "Molotoch is my savior the savior is with me" he reaches forward and attempts to lay his hands on Daniel. Unfortunately the sound of a crow screams "No! If he is to die then leave him be!"
OOC:
Back to you all. Daniel takes more damage (it is getting close for him!) Daniel is not healed.
Murt, Daniel and Lavender's turn.


Rolls

2 Grimalkin attacks Daniel - (1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (18) = 18

1d4 : (3) = 3

1d20 : (15) = 15

1d4 : (1) = 1

2 Grimalkin attacks Lavender - (1d20, 1d4, 1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (1) = 1

1d4 : (1) = 1

1d20 : (13) = 13

1d4 : (4) = 4

1 Grimalkin attacks Murt - (1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (5) = 5

1d4 : (3) = 3

Stearval lay on hands Daniel - (1d20+1)

(4) + 1 = 5

Nov 12, 2018 3:24 am
OOC:
I have not lost interest!! Just life being too dumb to afford me time, I'll find a way to at least make it a once-a-week post!
Murt's intense and warlike grunting turns to cackles of success.

"YOU DUMB IDIOTS ARE STUPID!" She advises to her noble foes, hoping for a sporting retort as she advances for another lunge!

Rolls

Attack - (1d20+1, 1d3, 1d3)

1d20+1 : (6) + 1 = 7

1d3 : (2) = 2

1d3 : (2) = 2

Damage - (1d6+1, 1d3, 1d3)

1d6+1 : (6) + 1 = 7

1d3 : (3) = 3

1d3 : (3) = 3

Nov 12, 2018 4:17 am
OOC:
Good to know you are still here! Sorry for misunderstanding the situation! Daniel and Lavender's turn. Two grimalkin still on Daniel and two still on Lavender.
Murt strikes down a snarling figure. She is denied any snarky retort.
Nov 13, 2018 12:31 am
Beginning to get weak, Daniel continues fighting, trying to use his longer blade to cleave through one enemy and into another.

Rolls

Attack/Deed/Damage - (1d20+2, 1d3, 1d8+1)

1d20+2 : (11) + 2 = 13

1d3 : (3) = 3

1d8+1 : (2) + 1 = 3

Nov 13, 2018 12:53 am
Daniel strikes down the wicked creature that was clawing at his legs but the creature on his back is still scraping away.
OOC:
1 on Daniel and 2 on Lavender left
Nov 14, 2018 12:22 am
Despite Daniel's worsening condition, Lavender can't help but scream as two grimalkin swipe and gnash at him, one giving him a nasty gash across his side. "YEEEAAARRRGH!! Ahh, hehehe. A little help here fellas?!" He stabs wildly at the one that connected with him.

He makes contact and tries to retreat, but can't seem to get away without opening himself up to another pair of claws or jaws...
OOC:
Really wish I could burn Luck to hinder enemy attack rolls here! lol :)
Last edited November 14, 2018 12:27 am

Rolls

Lavender's Attack - (1d20+2)

(12) + 2 = 14

Lavender's Damage - (1d4)

(1) = 1

Nov 14, 2018 8:14 am
The burning of the statue continues. The grimalkin continue their onslaught but all for naught. Daniel finally shakes the grimalkin off his back. One of the grimalkin attacking Lavender jumps to attack Murt but misses its claws unable to enter her space without being skewered. The last grimalkin attacks ineffectually Lavender. A small piece of the idol pops, as if the heat is too much for the stone. As it breaks the grimalkin stop. They then slump to the ground and curl into balls of emaciated flesh. Slowly their flesh breaks into chunks and ash leaving only a black stain on the ground.

The pieces of the statue fall to the ground. All goes silent.

Stearval speaks darkly. "I believe Mortoch will be pleased. Flesh will be ripe for eating once more."
OOC:

The tunnel goes on further a bit.

I decided to end the fight. I was hoping the grimalkin might be able to do a bit more damage but it seems decidedly over.

Daniel is now in a lot of pain!

Rolls

1 grimalkin attacks Daniel - (1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (5) = 5

1d4 : (3) = 3

1 grimalkin attacks Lavender - (1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (5) = 5

1d4 : (1) = 1

1 grimalkin attacks Murt - (1d20, 1d4)

1d20 : (11) = 11

1d4 : (4) = 4

Nov 14, 2018 12:40 pm
Lavender winces as he gingerly touches the claw wounds across his side, his padded armor and tunic shredded a bit. "Well... that was a hoot, eh?" Then, looking further down the tunnel, "I s'pose we oughtta head further in t' confirm we got 'em all? After a second he enthusiastically adds, "Unless y'all think we can jes call it good? A job well done, yea? Yep, one-hundred percent complete and no need t' investigate the matter further!"
OOC:
MORE damage? lol! Daniel and Lavender are both one hit away from going bye-bye ;)
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Nov 14, 2018 2:30 pm
Daniel nods and begins to take a step forward, but then groans, "I might need a minute to catch my breath," he says to his companions, trying to hide the seriousness of his wounds.
Nov 15, 2018 2:29 am
Moving slowly due to your wounds you begin your further exploration of the tunnel. The shadows continue to flicker on the walls but it seems there is nothing more than shadow. Eventually the tunnel gets smaller then opens up into a largish cave that seems to be the end of the tunnel. the ground is strewn with left over bits of armor, clothing and odds and ends. It looks like besides the goblins there are items from perhaps travelers.
OOC:

I guess i wasn't tracking HP well. That could have been a deadly encounter!
Nov 15, 2018 3:33 pm
Upon entering the chamber, Lavender lets loose a deep sigh of relief. "Phew! Guess we really *did* take care o' the problem completely. I knew it, of course. Now... les see if there's anything worth th' trouble in this pile o' garbage..."Favoring his side, Lavender will begin kicking over items in the large cave to see if there is anything worth taking.
Nov 15, 2018 3:43 pm
Being familiar with rooting around in heaps of rubbish, as well as the unflinching rules of "Finders - Keepers", Murt leaps about sifting through the debris to find something worth her effort of murdering a series of hapless goblins who fell victim to the dark chaos magic that consumed the village.
Nov 15, 2018 5:06 pm
Daniel doesn't seem super interested in looting, though he does move through and kick some things aside to see if anything interesting is within. He pays more attention to any sort of threat that may materialize.
Nov 16, 2018 1:02 am
Murt starts rummaging through the detritus. Her heart pounds as she hears clinking. She puts her hand into a pile of moth eaten clothes and pulls out a leather coin pouch. Quickly counting she finds 30 silver shekels and 3 Anthat gold chips. The gold chips have the alchemical symbol of fire molded onto the front and a figure of the Azure river dragon on the other. She continues to root around and finds two more pouches. One has a bag full of Seafran half coppers. Murt remembers the first time she saw the half coppers from the far away kingdom. Murt and her fellow scoundrels surrounded one of the fat Seafran merchants, with his flowing purple silk robe with white flower embroidery. He still had the smell of the Salty Sea on him.
OOC:
Want to finish this story Murt?
Daniel's foot hits a few rusty swords and a shield of decent size and make. It has the symbol of a Pheonix on it. He recognizes it as the symbol of a caravan guard company. He remembers the Phoenix were a decent company. Looks like they didn't protect well against these monsters. He then looks and listens for any danger. All is quiet. While looking for danger he sees one part of the cave has a shallow cubby-hole. There might be danger hiding in there! He carefully looks in and he sees a bunch of pieces of pottery sherds pile about ankle high. On the sherds there seems to be some very strange writing, or are they runes?

Lavender finds a small coin purse, also with Sefran half coppers. He continues looking and sees what looks like a knights helmet with a strange visor. As he touches it the visor glows red. Strangely he doesn't see the armor of the body anywhere. The disembodied head makes a hollow tin sound. "The misss...ssss...ssssion..."
OOC:

100 Seafran Half coppers, 40 silver shekels and 4 Anthat gold chits.
1 decent shield and a few rusty weapons seem to be the things of value.
Nov 16, 2018 10:27 pm
As the trio quietly searches the cave, the only sounds are the occasional kicking over of detritus and shuffling through debris. After a few minutes a familiar shriek rings out, "SHIIIIITE!" as Lavender punts the helmet further into a corner. Wincing and holding his side from the sudden muscle movement of wounded tissue, he takes a step or two towards the helmet, now lying several yards away, and tries to peer at it without getting close. "D'you fellas hear that? Damn ghostly helmet began t' glow n' muttered sumthin' 'bout "the misssssion..."" He waggles his fingers and draws out the words, making light of the situation despite his genuine fear. After a moment he draws closer again. Crouching down and holding his dagger out, he pokes at the helmet and watches it for any more of the aforementioned spookiness.
Nov 16, 2018 11:32 pm
Daniel picks up a few shards of pottery as well as the shield, and sticks them in his bag, "Nah, I didn't hear anything."
Nov 17, 2018 5:02 am
Lavender closes in on the helmet. The visor is dark. Then it glows once more. But dimmer, as if being kicked wasn't a good thing. A disembodied voice from within speaks weaker this time, " The gate on the... the... the... mount...n must be op...ened. The master must com...com...com...plete the weapon to.... this realm... the voice fades shortly. "Only the master can save... from the gods..." The visor's voice dies. The glowing red dims to black.
Nov 17, 2018 8:08 pm
As the visor speaks, Lavender finds himself unconsciously moving closer and closer, until his face is almost right in front of it at the end. "What? Who's the master? Why'd we need saving from the gods?!" He picks up the helmet and stands up, turning to the others and holding it out. "Danny, Murty, Stearvy, take a look at this old hunk-a-junk. Where d'you think all this old stuff came from? Who would've come down here?"
Nov 20, 2018 1:58 am
The visor glows slightly after a long long pause. "Mmmm...mmm...master...err...err...err is master. Must follow... coor...di...nates... to gate.". The visor dims once again. Then it begins to make a strange bell sound. Beep pause Beep pause Beep.
Nov 20, 2018 2:36 am
OOC:
Can Daniel hear the helmet?
Nov 20, 2018 3:02 am
Daniel moves over and picks up the helmet, "Can you hear me?" he asks, looking directly into its 'eyes'
Nov 20, 2018 3:23 am
Beep pause Beep pause Beep pause
...
"Yes"
Nov 20, 2018 6:30 am
A distant look of elusive reverie dawns on Murt's blood speckled face as she holds the copper coins in hand. Is it fond memories of a halcyon summer, spent in warm and youthful celebration that causes Murt to smile with inward fondness, a rose color bringing delicate beauty to her cheeks? You'd find more luck in asking why the trees bloom so gaily in spring than you would in beseeching an Orphan to part with her secrets, even those that which are her greatest joys.

Murt turns to the others with a bright smile on her face. "Hey guys, awhile ago I punch a guy so hard he SHIT HIMSELF! AN' ALL HE HAD ON 'EM WAS COPPERS LIKE THESE ONES!" Her stuttering, snorting laughter echoes in the chamber of dead men.

Seeing little reaction from the others, she approaches the gathering around the helmet.

"Like, A LOT. He messed his fancy clothes! Haha!! He start crying an' all, an' these lil coins ain't worth ANYTHIN'."

Upon seeing the attention of the group is elsewhere, however, she naturally gets quite angry.

"WHAT? Why you starin' at that stupid helmet?!"
Last edited November 20, 2018 6:38 am
Nov 20, 2018 12:13 pm
"Mmmmmm...my master is Her Hi...hi...highness Praxima Cristara"
Nov 20, 2018 1:57 pm
"How did you get separated and where is she now?"
Nov 21, 2018 12:59 am
"Murt, I hear ya. And believe me, punchin' someone so hard they shite themselves sounds like a story that I want t' hear in *great* detail, but we got ourselves a mystery here."

Lavender stares at the helmet in confusion until a light goes off and his eyes light up. "Wait... Praxima... Thas the spell-lady what's tryin t' wrestle wit King Titamus fer control over Anthat! She got that wizard tower n' everything! She sent these poor souls down here t' die for some reason... but why? And somethin' 'bout a gate and savin' us from th' gods... What in the blazes did we walk into here, fellas?"
Last edited November 21, 2018 1:01 am
Nov 22, 2018 2:12 am
As the helmet answers the questions and speaks of its master it glows bright and speaks clearer. "One was sent on the mission. But Praxima did not come through the gate. One was returning to the gate to retrieve Master but One was attacked by small creatures. One cut down many of the creatures but One ultimately failed its mission. One requests assistance."
Nov 26, 2018 2:05 am
"If you agree to assist One then I will lead you to the gate."
Nov 26, 2018 2:56 pm
"Wait... So you were supposed t' go to this gate and wait for Praxima t' come out, but she never did? What's on th' other side o' this gate? Somethin' powerful I betcha. Then, turning to his comrades, "Guys, if we help out the Wizardess we're sure t' be rollin' in coin! Savin' someone that powerful's gotta come with some mighty fine fringe benefits... What say we get outta this dank stinkhole, rest up, and decide if we wanna save one o' the most powerful people in the world?" Lavender gives a smirk at the grandiose question he just posed.
OOC:
Sorry for the delay all! Holiday weekend :)
Nov 26, 2018 4:35 pm
"Well, I suppose we could help you out," Daniel says, "What do we do?"
Nov 28, 2018 1:03 am
OOC:
I had a nasty soccer accident. Dislocated shoulder on the left and smash up fingers on the right. Typing is a pain. May take a few days to recover
Nov 28, 2018 9:13 pm
OOC:
My fellow players, it's time tO TAKE BACK THE GAME STRIKE WHILE HE'S WEAK GET HIM
Nov 29, 2018 3:01 am
agentoforange says:
OOC:
My fellow players, it's time tO TAKE BACK THE GAME STRIKE WHILE HE'S WEAK GET HIM
OOC:
Ha. It was a trap!
Nov 29, 2018 3:34 am
The helmet guides you out of the cave. When you leave you see that the miserable goblin is gone. One of the huts seems to have been torn down leaving only splinters and broken planks of wood as evidence of it ever existing.

You are then guided higher up the mountain. Eventually, late in the afternoon, you are led through a small mountain pass. The walls of the pass are not natural. The stone has geometric patterns carved into them. The patterns are tiny and intricate but make no sense. They seem like the amount of work to create them would be impossible to imagine. The deeper into the pass you go the more you mind begins to swim with the patterns. At one point you hear Stearval retch, you look back and it seems as if there are two of him. You blink and then there is only one.

We are near in proximity to the gate. You may feel some discomfort as you draw nearer.
OOC:
Everyone make a fortitude save or be disoriented
Nov 29, 2018 3:36 am
OOC:
Fort

Rolls

Fort Save - (1d20)

(11) = 11

Nov 29, 2018 4:18 am
OOC:
Fort Roll
[ +- ]
Last edited November 29, 2018 4:18 am

Rolls

Fort Roll - (1d20)

(3) = 3

Nov 30, 2018 4:16 am
Step by painful step you walk forward.
OOC:
The DC was 10. If you failed then the character feels dizzy and disoriented. All action dice are reduced 1 step. So I believe d20 goes down to d16.

The effect lasts for a while. Characters can come up with ways to overcome it to get a re-roll at the lower dice tier.
Nov 30, 2018 11:15 pm
OOC:
Do successive failures have additional penalties? For example, my d20 is now a d16. If I role play a reason to make a second check, and then fail again, will it become a d14?
Dec 4, 2018 12:59 am
As you continue down this maze you begin to here the sound of metal clinking. You see before you a small creature made of clay with crystals for eyes. The creature is tapping away at the rocky wall with a hand chisel incising small geometric shapes. It looks up at you all then goes back to work. Further ahead you see an old man in drab brown robes he seems to be talking to 2 more of these strange clay creatures.
Dec 10, 2018 1:38 am
OOC:
I am guessing the holidays will be slow. We can just keep going but won't expect too many posts until after new year.
Dec 11, 2018 1:08 am
The old man turn his head and sees you all. He grimaces. "Oh visitors... wonderful." He talks to the dirt creatures quietly then sends them off. They are holding more rock carving instruments. His piercing gaze looks down at the helmet. His frown deepens. "Ahhh Number One brought you. But what happened to his body?!"
Dec 11, 2018 2:03 pm
"He... may have been attacked by undead goblins," Daniel says, holding the head up for the man to see better.
Dec 11, 2018 2:49 pm
"Hmmmm..." The man nods unperturbed. "So much work to be done. The alignment process must be perfect. Yes. Yes. Back to work I go." And he walks away from the group.
Dec 17, 2018 8:43 pm
"Hey!" Daniel calls as the man begins to walk away, "That's all? What do we do with this thing?"
Jan 15, 2019 12:43 am
OOC:
I am finally back. Sorry for the long absence. Let's see if people are still around...
The old man looks back bewildered. "Oh yeah... you take it through the door of course." He points off to the west. "It has been acting up lately. But the latest stabilization runes should fix that. Otherwise who knows where you might end up!" He says with a jovial laugh.
Jan 16, 2019 9:52 pm
Daniel nods, "Thanks," he says, taking the head with him through the indicated door.
Jan 18, 2019 12:59 am
You head towards the west. The path curves a bit. The carvings in the stone are more intricate than the other areas. Finally you see before you a great iron door and frame. Strangely the door leads to nowhere. It is a door and frame right in the middle of a small gorge. The door has fine spidery runes etched into the frame. The door is polished and almost shiny. It has complicated circles and strange colored stones on it. It seems as if the stones can be moved

One speaks up. "Ahhhh, there it is. We need to align the stones, three rubies 170 degrees clockwise from the gold marker in perihelion, that is the large gold marker at the top. The agate 30 degrees, the three jade stones 45 degrees, the onyx 320, the nightstone 200 degrees, the silver trapezoid 4 rotations from its current position and rough oxidized copper globe must be in line exactly with the gold marker."

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