D&D Act Two Scene II - Well met in Clayton

Digital Solitude

I show the note to Kal and Flak, and start towards the western door. I walk slowly now, checking for traps on the floor and around the door

Mollyb60

[OOC: map so far
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OldGoat

I keep the doorway covered with the bow.

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

I show the note to Kal and Flak, and start towards the western door. I walk slowly now, checking for traps on the floor and around the door

Moy finds no traps, neither does Kal.

Opening the door, they step into a room with a large wooden table, set for the evening, with a fireplace and a large painting of some lord.

The "guests" consist of 17 skeletons who stop their conversation when Moy, Kal and Flak enter.

"Who are you Cleric and your faith" asks a richly attired skeleton. "Not a fellow immortal I take it?"

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

(In-game time 19.55)

Othegre's heart stops once more and her skin goes deathly pale.

Othegre feels the last beat and then nothing.

Still nothing

"no no no NO NO NO!"
She starts pounding on her chest. Nothing. She flings herself against the wall a few times. Nothing.
"Not again. NOT AGAIN!" she shrieks, flinging her torch back the way they came (ooc : towards embalming room? Sorry, hope no one's behind me!). She races after the torch, frantically looking around, though it's not clear what for, barely noticing she's triggered the pitfall.

Mollyb60

Kal tries to draw out his warhammer as subtly as possible.

OldGoat

"Moy, we are not fighters.We should try diplomacy or else we should run."

Digital Solitude

Fourier wrote: »

Moy finds no traps, neither does Kal.

Opening the door, they step into a room with a large wooden table, set for the evening, with a fireplace and a large painting of some lord.

The "guests" consist of 17 skeletons who stop their conversation when Moy, Kal and Flak enter.

"Who are you Cleric and your faith" asks a richly attired skeleton. "Not a fellow immortal I take it?"

"Not an immortal, I go by Moy, Cleric of the great Lord Nír. Who are you might I ask?"

I take a step further into the room.

Digital Solitude

OldGoat wrote: »

"Moy, we are not fighters.We should try diplomacy or else we should run."

"Agreed", I whisper back, " but they don't seem hostile, at least not yet"

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard continues on down cautiously.

Ekbard enters a massive room. The ceiling is at least 20 meters high, every surface is pure onyx. Twenty-two pillars support the roof.

A massive Earth elemental stands in the center of the room with a red line dividing the room in front of him. Behind him lies a set of double doors.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Not again. NOT AGAIN!" she shrieks, flinging her torch back the way they came (ooc : towards embalming room? Sorry, hope no one's behind me!). She races after the torch, frantically looking around, though it's not clear what for, barely noticing she's triggered the pitfall.

The pit flings open. Othegre halts in mid air. The world has lost its grip on her once more.

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"Not an immortal, I go by Moy, Cleric of the great Lord Nír. Who are you might I ask?"

I take a step further into the room.

"I am the mayor of this village. I am surprised the ones on the surface let you down here. Still they must have had good reason. Here for some treasure. The place has long been ransacked. Not that we care.

More wine Carsisa?"

He holds a bottle to the skeleton on his left.

Banjo

Reaching the entrance chamber Othegre begins her easy ascent of the rope, sliding up the wall like a rappelling moonwalk in reverse.
"Maybe I didn't do it right, maybe I can dig him up and try again... It has to!... But then I... No! I'm not doing that!"
She reaches the top of the rope and runs out into the night, pausing to vomit up the partially digested remains of the rations she ate earlier.

She tries to sense heartbeats. She knows the answer but she tries anyway.

Digital Solitude

Fourier wrote: »

"I am the mayor of this village. I am surprised the ones on the surface let you down here. Still they must have had good reason. Here for some treasure. The place has long been ransacked. Not that we care.

More wine Carsisa?"

He holds a bottle to the skeleton on his left.

"You're the mayor? What do you know of goings on in the village above?

Truth be told, we found our own way down here, our investigations led us astray it seems"

Is there another way out of this room?

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

She tries to sense heartbeats. She knows the answer but she tries anyway.

Seventeen hearts beat within the village. Louder than last time.

Tigger

indrinkna invisabilitybpotion and start shooting

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Seventeen hearts beat within the village. Louder than last time.

(Ooc : ok, I didn't know the answer. I assumed they were us and our retainers last time and it'd be 16 at best )

She picks one at random at follows it.

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"You're the mayor? What do you know of goings on in the village above?

Truth be told, we found our own way down here, our investigations led us astray it seems"

Is there another way out of this room?

"Of course, the great Scarata showed us how to trap Death. Our ancestors had worshipped death, which gave a little magical advantage over him. With him bound, we can never die.

Oh, you also will never leave these crypts. But you're welcome to some wine. Only the dead may leave you see."

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

indrinkna invisabilitybpotion and start shooting

OOC: Explosive?

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Explosive?

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

(Ooc : ok, I didn't know the answer. I assumed they were us and our retainers last time and it'd be 16 at best )

She picks one at random at follows it.

It leads to a house. With some smoke coming from the chimney. Inside is a man in his forties playing the flute and a woman knitting.

sKeith

"Why, hello there mysterious being"

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

It leads to a house. With some smoke coming from the chimney. Inside is a man in his forties playing the flute and a woman knitting.

Ooc : can I enter? Or is that a suck it and see?

She bangs on the door.
"Quick! There's a fire! Bring buckets!"

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Why, hello there mysteriou being"

The Earth elemental turns to Ekbard, its surface a deep green.

You are not the mage Scarata, my creator, you may not pass.

Khalem legs it into the room.

"Cheers for triggering the pit. Now this fuker has beaten me black and blue each time I came in here. There must be a weakness...."

Two arrows from Goodie fly past the elemental and explode on the onyx floor.

The elemental turns white and orange.

"You have violated the Laboratorium of Scarata, Warlock of the Desert. Intruders are to be killed."

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : can I enter? Or is that a suck it and see?

She bangs on the door.
"Quick! There's a fire! Bring buckets!"

Othegre can hear the man speak.

"Hold on dear, let me check this distrubance."

He opens the door, looking out he sees no fire.

"I do not know you woman, begone immediately".

(In-game 20:20)

sKeith

Ekbard raises the moon necklaces into the air and shouts "freeze beast"

OldGoat

I try bluffing the skellies...
"We are death cultists too. We are spending our last few hours exploring these corridors before we join you in your feast and spend eternity swapping tales. Where will we find the Warlock so we may converse with her before we shed the mortal coil?"

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard raises the moon necklaces into the air and shouts "freeze beast"

The Earth Elemental seems unaffected.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Othegre can hear the man speak.

"Hold on dear, let me check this distrubance."

He opens the door, looking out he sees no fire.

"I do not know you woman, begone immediately".

(In-game 20:20)

She grabs the man and pulls him outside.

Ooc:Feed attack if init is not required.

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

I try bluffing the skellies...
"We are death cultists too. We are spending our last few hours exploring these corridors before we join you in your feast and spend eternity swapping tales. Where will we find the Warlock so we may converse with her before we shed the mortal coil?"

"A foreign accent. Carrig Eisteoir lies far to the East as well. So there are other cultists of death in other lands. You would fit in quite well. I thought Nír was a lord of justice or some such."

A woman speaks up "Perhaps monotheistic, god of all things, even death?"

The mayor nods.

"Scarata lies in the Laboratorium beneath. Go to the embalming room, there is a set of stairs. She may tell you the details. Without proper work you see, not dying has negative effects. She can work the magic required to make it pleasant."

He raises his glass.

"To our new friends."