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

Fourier

Ekbard removes her head which drops to the ground.

The whole room shakes as Goodie's arrows wallop the judge. The walls collapse, now they stand in the open air, looking down on Soetrard, in flames from the siege.

The Judge stands straight.

"Let us end this."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9X92iHHt0g

Tigger

here ekbard hve a potion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7v0V58V3Uw

sKeith

Ekbard drinks the healing potion

Fourier

Ekbard doesn't feel much better, a few wounds close up.

Fourier

Ekbard races toward the Judge slicing at his armour, pushing him to the edge of the building.

The Judge brings his hands together and creates an enormous ball of the green energy the head Cleric used earlier.

He stretches his hands to the sky.

"I WILL NOT FALL"

A sphere of green energy erupts from him and washes over the building.

But our heroes just just walk right through it, their stoic faces edging closer to the Judge.

"No! That was a gift from Soet himself, I....I...." doubt enters his voice.

Goodie's arrows fly toward him and over his head. The Judge simply watches them fly past with no remarks.

He swallows hard as BandyLegs walks up to him.

"Your face, it is one of Judgement as well..........I........Soet what did I do wrong? WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!!!"

He cries. BandyLegs first blow knocks of his helm, a brutally mutilated face beneath, centuries of Chaotic corruption has rotted his skin. He grabs the judge by the throat and holds him over the edge.

"Is this justice, what does he fight for? I did what was right. Praise Soet, the world for Soet. Soet.....MY SOET....WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!!!"

BandyLegs looks him in the eye as he dangles from the ledge....

Necro

'Fer Dwarrowtown. Fer Soetrard. Fer everyone you've maimed and killed.

In the name of Vergadain - I, Bandylegs McGillicuddy, High Cleric - pass judgement on thee... The Judge.

I sentence ye to death!'

Tigger

goodie searches the clerics of soet for goodies

sKeith

ekbard quickly searches xantai elin saeros and betty for goodies

sKeith

Ekbard also searches the throne.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Fer Dwarrowtown. Fer Soetrard. Fer everyone you've maimed and killed.

In the name of Vergadain - I, Bandylegs McGillicuddy, High Cleric - pass judgement on thee... The Judge.

I sentence ye to death!'

BandyLegs throws him back onto the ground on the tower.

He cuts through his throat with the axe, separating the head. He searches the armour, useless as it is fused with his skin. He finds the scroll from earlier. He kicks the body off the edge, which then falls to the pavements below.

Over 1,000 years of cruelty are ended at the hands of BandyLegs, Ekbard and Goodie atop the Tower of Soet.

In a plane far distant, a sleeping Abomination takes note.

OOC: Well that ends an Act!!! Bloody Hell!!!

Banjo

Othy and the orphans pet the last of the fire dwarf puppies and letd them go play on the new jungle gym. "Hurray!"

Necro

OOC: Only time I'll post a video on the game thread I swears. Time for a GLORIOUS celebration!

sKeith

Ekbards searches the tower for some beer and light refreshements.

Necro

Bandylegs speaks to his axe and holds out the scroll.

'Well Axel, what do ye think? Can ye decipher it?'

Bandylegs takes the head of The Judge and places it under his arm for now, planning to wear it as a hat later.

Tigger

So lads; where do we go now ?

Necro

Tigger wrote: »

So lads; where do we go now ?

Bandylegs turns to Goodie whilst waiting for his axe to decipher the magic scroll.

'I dinnae, laddie. Perhaps we should find Citra and show her this beast's head. I'm sure she'll be interested.'

He watches Ekbard searching the throne.

'Did ye find anythin' of note laddie? Judge had some type o'scroll on 'im. Tryin' to get me axe ter decipher it... did ye know it's nearly more intelligent than meself?'

Banjo

"before I cut this ribbon, I just want to recognise Kimmy for all the work she put into making this blood donation and banking clinic happen. Everyone, a round of applause for Kimmy McBeholder! I know a lot of you were thinking 'This sounds like a shady front for our Vampire mayor to slowly eat us all' and a handful of you were thinking 'all uncle Hagouth did was steal a loaf of bread, why was his sentence extended to life without parole?' - am I right Barrowdelvers? - but I think we're at a place now as a town, as a community, no -as a family!- where we can look at this project with unjaundiced eyes and say 'this will save lives.' and 'the self service counter was totally necessary' and 'innocent dwarves don't shiv 5 guards in the gut and try to escape wearing one of their faces.'
Citizens of Othegregrad - I know it's only been 30 minutes or so since you made me your quee- er - quite happy mayor, but I feel we've done a life's work in that time. But our work has just begun. The work of saving lives! Now! I declare! This! Centre! OPEN!"
It takes a few swings if the mace to cut the ribbon, but she gets there. Rules is rules.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Citizens of Othegregrad - I know it's only been 30 minutes or so since you made me your quee- er - quite happy mayor, but I feel we've done a life's work in that time. But our work has just begun. The work of saving lives! Now! I declare! This! Centre! OPEN!"
It takes a few swings if the mace to cut the ribbon, but she gets there. Rules is rules.

The entire town applauds. Othegre really belongs here she feels. She nods at the crowd, until one of them walks up to her.

We baked you this Miss, says the kindly old dwarven baker. It's a cake with Othegre done in pastry and "We Love Our Vampire" in icing above it.

"Well I...." she starts. Is that tears in her eyes?

"Well done Othegre" says a voice from the crowd. Who walks out but Khalem from Clayton, his body healed, and what a body! "You still single?" he says, offering a bouquet of flowers.

"Well Mr Khalem, I do declare...." she starts.

"She might be single..." says one more voice "..but she's still got a date."

Why it's Mr. Hurumphalgrumps, the magical unicorn. "Come on Othegre, you don't think one city was the only one in need of savin'" he delivers with a drawl. "Time we were a mozyin' on out a' this here town."

Othegre mounts the unicorn. "Well guys I'm off got another job I could really sink my teeth into." The whole town applauds and laughs. Good old Othegre!

She and Mr. Hurumphalgrumps take to the sky.

Fourier

She startles awake. Wow, those daymares are something else. Must be all that guard she's been having lately.

Banjo

Ooc : where am I sleeping? Did I doze off on Mr. Hurumphalgrumps' back? How long have the other 3 been gone? Why am I draining guards? I'm assuming none of my posts since the party went to Soetrard actually happened since I was taking advantage of your distraction? Can we talk to animals when Bandy isn't there?

If I'm not outed as a vampire yet, I've cast Change Self once so I would know how long it lasts. Hint hint. I need to know so I can figure out how to manage my hectic social calendar in a town full of v-hating dwarves.

Are we at 27.32? And the storm is south? And would we know roughly where the cave we escaped from is on the map? (My Dino eggs!) Is that pyramid surrounded by skulls and scorpions THE pyramid? Are they good skulls, like there's a good source of calcium and vitamin d nearby?

If I have XP left over from my last level up can I pour that into a 2nd class or does that have to be declared before it's earned? Time I learned to defend myself.

****, it's happened again. This started as one question.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : where am I sleeping? Did I doze off on Mr. Hurumphalgrumps' back? How long have the other 3 been gone? Why am I draining guards? I'm assuming none of my posts since the party went to Soetrard actually happened since I was taking advantage of your distraction? Can we talk to animals when Bandy isn't there?

OOC: You fell asleep in the council chambers and the others have been gone a few hours. Everything since the other three went was a dream, even Mr. Hurumphalgrumps. You can talk to animals. You've drank from guards a few times during the game.

Are we at 27.32? And the storm is south? And would we know roughly where the cave we escaped from is on the map? (My Dino eggs!) Is that pyramid surrounded by skulls and scorpions THE pyramid? Are they good skulls, like there's a good source of calcium and vitamin d nearby?

OOC: You're at 27.32
Storm is south
Not exactly
Yes
No

If I have XP left over from my last level up can I pour that into a 2nd class or does that have to be declared before it's earned? Time I learned to defend myself.

OOC: You can pour it in. Once you choose to multiclass be sure that you meet the requirements of that class and split the XP evenly.

Tigger

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hi four

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

She startles awake. Wow, those daymares are something else. Must be all that guard she's been having lately.

Ooc : I seem well rested, so 2*cure light wounds, protection from evil, hold person, bless, resist fire, dispel magic, reverse remove curse.

"Oh Dwayne, I had such a terrible dream. I was the universe's greatest municipal reformer and I flew around on a unicorn troubleshooting tricky junctions and sewage schemes. And you were there too, brutalising prisoners. And the others never came home and we had to stay here, doing an awesome job. We need to get out before these dwarves discover I'm the answer to their prayers. I'm the Citra of administration, Dwayne. Think about it! This happens every year and they still haven't figured it out - they'll stick my head in a jar and keep me forever!"

From the great Hall she can see the storm raging, every conceivable road out engulfed. She turns, rising and seeking out the infirmary and her injured comrades.

Ooc : flush if sun's up.

Necro

Bandylegs walks over to where Ekbard is searching the throne. He disregards him and takes a seat on the throne.

'Aye. This feels right. What do ye think Axey? Any update on that scroll? Let's try this out...'

OOC: It's very hard to find pictures of dwarves sitting on thrones

Banjo

Ooc - aren't you a little more like this?

Necro

OOC: Yes Banjo, but stop giving Fourier ideas!

Banjo

While Flak is busy having a checkup, Othegre recovers her ring, remaining box and spellbook from his bag. She passes Moys cot where he writhes in agony, covered in horrific lava burns. He still carries a stake in his pack. She retrieves it and contemplates pushing it through his heart - see how he likes it for a change - but no, he might welcome the release. Instead she whistles for Aria, beckoning her to the bedside, and lays hands on her
(Cure light wounds, 5hp, see Rolz)
As the wolf trots away, noticeably happier, Othegre smiles sweetly down at Moy.
"Get well soon!"
Right! Time to find Kim!

Banjo

Othegre finds herself back in the great Hall. Splitter! She should have drawn a map. She doesn't have any paper. Or a pen. Where is that damned magic meatball? Just another sundering fortress elder.

"Good morrow dear sir! I'm looking for the honking great eyeball that follows Skeledwarf around. Have you seen her? She should answer to the name Paul. Never does. But should. Of course we've met, I'm Oth-"
She looks down
"Er Othy. McGreddles. Definitely a dwarf. Ah. Yes. I should explain. I angered a great sorcerer during our adventures, and he has cursed me with these lanky arms and legs. And also I have to speak like a poncing geet northerner instead of, er, me aul' luverly self, aaar matey. By night I am a short stack of bearded lovelyness, by day, well.... Feast your eyes! And this way shall I ever be until true loves kiss breaks the spell....wait, back off, we just met. Buy me an ale first!
Anyway, while we wait for Boneylegs to return and lead us to victory, I must prepare to destroy that pyramid. How do you normally get out of town during storm season?
And hey, since we're chatting, and I'll be throwing my delicate body into the maelstrom to save all your stumpy lives, got anything big, heavy and blunt that will help me? No, not Khalem! Weapons!"

OldGoat

After the ministrations and recovery time I talk with Kal.
"So, you know that dwarves are mostly non magical. I figure that there must be a load of magical items just laying around that they simply they have no interest or knowledge of. I'm going to take a leisurely stroll around the city, get a bite to eat somewhere and get to know the locals. I could do with some company on the walk, especially if that company has a thief's eye.
What say we 'case the joint'?

Mollyb60

OldGoat wrote: »

After the ministrations and recovery time I talk with Kal.
"So, you know that dwarves are mostly non magical. I figure that there must be a load of magical items just laying around that they simply they have no interest or knowledge of. I'm going to take a leisurely stroll around the city, get a bite to eat somewhere and get to know the locals. I could do with some company on the walk, especially if that company has a thief's eye.
What say we 'case the joint'?

'Sounds like a splendid idea. Where to first?'