D&D Act One Scene III - Red Moon over Thurmunton

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

ooc four 1 question
my two attacks per round is that two actions or just attacks
can i for example change to shield and sword with one and then attack withbethe second
or move tona more suitablendistance with one and shootvwothbthe second
or is it simply two attacks ?

OOC: Two actions in general.

Tigger

any one want anything from the village ?
goodie leaps on Humility and wheels her dramatically ?

Fourier

The chasm into the Underdark:

Banjo wrote: »

She kisses her charm, raises the Pencil to eye level and whispers
"Be gentle..."
Othegre stabs herself where her shoulder meets her neck.

Othegre knows she is supposed to be drained, that her life's blood is supposed to leave her mortal shell.

She then realises, the pencil isn't pulling, it's pushing.

"You were going to die here, a voice says through the pencil. And so you shall, the death gods must have their due.

But one who is dead need not leave this world completely."

The pencil forces a thick black fluid through Othegre's body, rupturing the blood vessels in her neck. She dies.

And yet, she is aware.

Her fall halts. She is suspended in mid air. A slight bit of will and she rises, the slime god hitting the floor of the underdark with a sickening splash.

She lands back on the floor of the room with the rope she missed above her, after almost half an hour of "flight".

She looks at her hands, paler than the moon. And a hunger....an all consuming hunger she cannot contain...for blood.

OOC: Othegre is now a Level 1 Vampiric Cleric. Rules to follow in the OOC thread.

Fourier

A woman in a golden dress with long blonde hair walks in front of BandyLegs's cart outside the tomb.

"So, what have you got to share dwarf?"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

A woman in a golden dress with long blonde hair walks in front of BandyLegs's cart outside the tomb.

"So, what have you got to share dwarf?"

Bandylegs looks at the woman as if she was insane.

'Share? Here's your share, you crazy woman!'

Bandylegs throws the empty wineskin at her.

'Can ye not see I have nothin' to me name! If yer representing who I think ye are, ye can tell Citra our agreement. Half of me share. Well, me share from the dungeon was two less legs than I had goin' in, so if anything, Citra owes me one leg! Unless she can magickally regrow me legs, her coin will have to wait till I'm on some form of me feet again!'

Tigger

goodie wheels his mare and galloops for the town

Digital Solitude

sKeith wrote: »

"Moy, i snaged two priceless stones and 1900GP. your share is one seventh of that. I believe one of the stones is worth approximately 20000GP"
"now, i know i am the most trustworthy person around, but i could be killed or robbed by bandits and your share in that would be gone"
"can i convince your to at least come and protect me and these stones from bandits until you can get your share"

"Ack, the money isn't what I'm here for, I'm being blindsided by greed. I have no desire to take on the tomb with only a crook and some infernal maggot watching my back."

sKeith

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"Ack, the money isn't what I'm here for, I'm being blindsided by greed. I have no desire to take on the tomb with only a crook and some infernal maggot watching my back."

"if we can keep the party together, then that is great news. shall we make haste for sardenjarn then. Goodie has gone to town to find out how we can make our way there." he adds, "and i can try to wake the troll with the moon necklaces so he can reseal the tomb, keeping others out until we get back"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Can ye not see I have nothin' to me name! If yer representing who I think ye are, ye can tell Citra our agreement. Half of me share. Well, me share from the dungeon was two less legs than I had goin' in, so if anything, Citra owes me one leg! Unless she can magickally regrow me legs, her coin will have to wait till I'm on some form of me feet again!'

"Represent? Hmm, how quaint."

There is a gush of wind and then a flash. Filling the canyon is the colossal form of Citra. The Golden Dragon of Soetrard.

"You do speak true dwarf I owe you a leg and you owe me a piece of the Gem of Carax.

I will carry you and any willing to Sanderjarn, to visit your people. I will not carry you back however. And masters of your kind will extract my share from the overall gem.

LET THOSE WHO WISH TO LEAVE COME WITH ME NOW."

She smiles as she sees Goodie race out toward the town. "Ah the halfling".

sKeith

ooc: can the dragon carry horses?

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

"Represent? Hmm, how quaint."

There is a gush of wind and then a flash. Filling the canyon is the colossal form of Citra. The Golden Dragon of Soetrard.

"You do speak true dwarf I owe you a leg and you owe me a piece of the Gem of Carax.

I will carry you and any willing to Sanderjarn, to visit your people. I will not carry you back however. And masters of your kind will extract my share from the overall gem.

LET THOSE WHO WISH TO LEAVE COME WITH ME NOW."

She smiles as she sees Goodie race out toward the town. "Ah the halfling".

goodie sees a glash of lightning and turns to see what it was
ah Citra the golden one

Tigger

goodie heads back to Citra to see if she knows where the Dearf place is

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

ooc: can the dragon carry horses?

OOC: Yes, Citra is quite massive. Five times the size of Drogon from Game of Thrones.

sKeith

ekbard hops on menace, "i'll go oh great citra"
ekbard thinks "id love me some dragon riding"

Digital Solitude

I try to climb up and hold on tight.

Digital Solitude

"Should we try to send a message of some kind, in case any would come looking for Betty?'

sKeith

"if only we had a pencil to leave a note, gone to sanderjarn"

Banjo

"I know! I look fantastic! I feel fantastic! We just killed half a God, Simon! We're legends! Good to have you back on the team.... You so had a choice, but she wasn't right for you... You don't have to tell me that, I saw her Thorax, but that was a stripper's thorax, you're better off rid.... She was going to wallow in your sperm web and consume you whole! Save your sperm web for someone special..... oh come on, you know I don't see you that way... Tell you what, if we're both single when we turn 40 we'll talk... Oh, maybe I can't. I don't know how this works. I'll miss birthdays."

She stretches for the rope, trying to move it with her mind. She checks her neck for the pencil to see if it can be removed. She takes her time this time examining her surroundings for traps and exits. Finally she listens hard - if the God chased her down this hall, the blink stone can't be far. Nor can that elf. That tasty, tasty elf.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

She stretches for the rope, trying to move it with her mind. She checks her neck for the pencil to see if it can be removed. She takes her time this time examining her surroundings for traps and exits. Finally she listens hard - if the God chased her down this hall, the blink stone can't be far. Nor can that elf. That tasty, tasty elf.

The pencil turns to dust at her touch. The rope wiggles a bit as she gestures at it. Proper control will take time. She spends ten minutes searching the room, no traps she can see.

She can hear a slight rumbling one floor above her.

sKeith

"Hey mighty Citra, What does this gem of Carax look like?"

Necro

Digital Solitude wrote:

"Should we try to send a message of some kind, in case any would come looking for Betty?'

'The only kind who come out this way Moy are Orcs and the...*snarls* brotherhood. None who care about poor Betty. My poor Betty.

Citra, how are ye at reincarnation? There's a lady friend o' mine who died tryin to get you yer treasure too...'

Bandylegs walks Shadowflame up onto Citra's back.

'Ekbard, i should probably be untied here. Winds be strong in the clouds and we dwarves are not used to being off the ground fer so long. Tie me to one of her horns there so i don't fall off, thankee.'

sKeith

Ekbard unties Bandy from Shadowflame and ties the rope in a harness fashion around citra. "There, just hold on tight to the rope and you wont be going anywhere she is not."

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The pencil turns to dust at her touch. The rope wiggles a bit as she gestures at it. Proper control will take time. She spends ten minutes searching the room, no traps she can see.

She can hear a slight rumbling one floor above her.

She's sad to see the ol' cornea crusher go. The noise is coming from above... The slime originally came at her from below...

She examines the residual slime on the ground to see if it reacts to her new... state. With no other exits apparent she walks back down the stairs to the intersection where the blink stone left her and examines the other 2 branches for an indication of which way the slime came from.

Ooc : if there's a clear trail she'll check for traps and follow it - best bet is to return to the collapsed pit, find Saeros, (refuel?) and levitate up to where we know there are two ways out. One of which is behind a leg chomping Betty murdering globule. And then onwards! Into glorious sunshine...

Necro

Bandylegs shrugs and tucks in his harness, his sword in his hand where it has been since he exited the dungeon into sunlight.

'One other thing, Citra, and I meant it 'bout the reincarnation. There's a troll over yonder by yer right foot. We... well... Betty, Elin and Goodie bested the beast when the tomb opened. Is he truly dead or is it true what the elders of my kin used to say...'

Bandylegs begins to sing:

'Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: "Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard."

"My lad," said Troll, "this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
Tinbone! Thinbone!
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone."

Said Tom: "I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
Rover! Trover!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!"

"For a couple o' pins," says Troll, and grins,
"I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.*
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now."


Thee'll be a nice change from thine nuncle.
Sunkle! Drunkle!
I'm tired of gnawing old bones and skins;
Thee'll be a nice change from thine nuncle."

But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.

Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from it's owner.
Doner! Boner!
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from it's owner!'

He finishes his song as the rest of the group look at him oddly.

'Aye, I knew ye wouldn't get it but I said I'd sing it anyways. The gist of the tune accordin' to the Elders is that young Tom thought he killed the troll but fer some reason the Troll still wanders freely. I dunno, but I dinnae trust that troll to be dead.'

Mollyb60

Fourier wrote: »

"Represent? Hmm, how quaint."

There is a gush of wind and then a flash. Filling the canyon is the colossal form of Citra. The Golden Dragon of Soetrard.

"You do speak true dwarf I owe you a leg and you owe me a piece of the Gem of Carax.

I will carry you and any willing to Sanderjarn, to visit your people. I will not carry you back however. And masters of your kind will extract my share from the overall gem.

LET THOSE WHO WISH TO LEAVE COME WITH ME NOW."

She smiles as she sees Goodie race out toward the town. "Ah the halfling".

Elin shrugs and climbs aboard Citra with Horsey. "Can't turn down the chance to ride on a dragon now can I?"

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

Through the slime Saeros can make out three rooms. By the time he gets his bearings Othegre is gone.

The magic missle careens through the slime, burning a clear path to the room to his West.

Sloughing off the slime residue I move west, carefully, sword in hand, shield on arm. I might be alone, in the dark and in fear of my life but I still remember why I'm here, to fill my pockets with treasures and so I examine the room for trips, traps, sekrets and all the usual stuff.

"I could have been there and back again on the original quest from Soetrard and cleared my debts only for that muleheaded dwarf. He has an ego that needs to be cut down to size, and the best way of embarrassing a dwarf would be to be rescued by an elf."

I remember a Gnomish quip that always makes me smile:

Dwarves,
Strong like rock.
Tough like rock.
Fast like ... rock....
Smart like ...


The idle thought brings a slight smile to my face and my optimism starts to return.

Fourier

The Room Mobilum:

As Saeros enters the room to his West, the ceiling pulls up, so that the room itself as a Cathedral high roof. Walls, floor and ceiling are made of a very high quality Marble.

The room is quite bare, save only a chair. Laden with arcane symbols and forged from gems of which there seem to be at least twelve kinds going by the shades of colour.

The chair gives off a strong extra planar vibe.

sKeith

"Your share of the retainer fund from Askin', we will all soon have enough to buy our own retainers when we get to Sardenjarn, so I've no reason to pool this fund anymore."
Ekbard gives Elin, Moy, Xanthea, and Bandy a pouch of 125GP.
He passes a pouch of 25GP to Goodie.

OldGoat

"Ahhh, this must be the Portus that the orc spoke of, gateway to Carax's realm.
The sensible thing to do would be to prise out the gems and head out of here."

Saeros sits in the chair, curiosity getting the better of him.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Citra, how are ye at reincarnation? There's a lady friend o' mine who died tryin to get you yer treasure too...'

"It is within my powers little dwarf, but not to return her to what she was. I can restore life, but the form I cannot choose. She may return as a deer or a butterfly.

You need to find a powerful wizard."

Citra looks at the dwarf sadly and flaps her wings with a force that clears the canyon and can be heard from Thurmunton.

"The troll is not dead no, they are indeed gifted with a form of limited immortality....oh, a new vampire has been born. A rare enough occurrence, any of you know anything?"

With that she takes to the sky.