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

Fourier

Day 1:

The adventurers leave the city of Soetrard behind them as they venture forth into the farmlands beyond the city gates. Here small local farmers work from dawn to dusk in the fields to feed Soetrard with all the grains, wheat and oats it needs to function on a daily basis.

The trip is mostly uneventful. Farmers waving at the party, small children pointing and laughing at the halflings and the odd farmer's daughter taken in by the handsome elf.

That night, with the full moon hanging high in the sky, approaching the fork where the roads to Thurmunton and Cantry separate, the horses stomp and look agitated.

Saeros and BandyLegs make out eleven figures in the shape of men shambling in the nearby trees, approaching the group slowly. The humans and halflings clearly can't see them yet. The heat from their bodies is low. Saeros makes the conclusion immediately, undead....zombies!!

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Tigger

Tigger wrote: »

items carried now are
armour
bow
quiver 20 arrows on hip
backpack
remaining rations
encumberance
0-1

xp 1244

gold
50 + 10 + 300 + 100

spent 58 11 180 50
balance available is 161

1. Name
Ilberic Goodenough the Halfling Veteran

2. Stats/Six main attributes
STR: 10
DEX: 12
CON: 9
INT: 13
WIS: 9
CHA: 13

3. Class Halfling

4. Hit Points 6/6

5. Spells

6. Alignment Neutral

skills

riding 2
balance 1
disguise 1

armour class
3 banded mail

#goodiestats

Mollyb60

Elin is invigorated from her unexpected success with the crossbow. "Lets go dwarf. Lets see what other adventures await within".

Tigger

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"Is it dead?"

No, where are we leavingbthe horses?

Necro

Bandylegs eyes the entrance to the tomb cautiously, checking the area for possible danger.

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs eyes the entrance to the tomb cautiously, checking the area for possible danger.

ook and stables

Necro

Bandylegs looks around and eyes the canyon.

'Goodie, where did you come from? You seem to have used a few arrows. Did you spy any area we could leave our horses that would not be in plain sight at least?'

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs looks around and eyes the canyon.

'Goodie, where did you come from? You seem to have used a few arrows. Did you spy any area we could leave our horses that would not be in plain sight at least?'

nope
if we leave the horses theybwill be gone whennof if we return
I think we should leave them in the care of the big Woman and let her bring them to her fathers home

Necro

Tigger wrote: »

nope
if we leave the horses theybwill be gone whennof if we return
I think we should leave them in the care of the big Woman and let her bring them to her fathers home

'Are you mad? Betty has strength only Ekbard can possibly match. We need her for the dangers we may face.

Betty, what say you? Is there a safe haven for the horses whilst we enter the tomb?'

Digital Solitude

Necrominus wrote: »

'Are you mad? Betty has strength only Ekbard can possibly match. We need her for the dangers we may face.

Betty, what say you? Is there a safe haven for the horses whilst we enter the tomb?'

"Need my eye you lech, if the horses can't be safely stabled what do you want to do?

Betty how do you feel about it, this knife ear wants you to protect him"

Fourier

'Are you mad? Betty has strength only Ekbard can possibly match. We need her for the dangers we may face.

Betty, what say you? Is there a safe haven for the horses whilst we enter the tomb?'

Betty holds her arm and binds the wound with cloth, poring alcohol over it.

"Aye, the inn, we can take 'em to the inn. A troll, this close to the village all along, why would Thurmun...."

She mumbles while staggering over to the horses.

Necro

Bandylegs smirks and turns to Moy.

'Aye, maybe. But ye saw her skill with the hammer, lad. As I said, only Ekbard can hope to match her for strength. And judging by what guarded this tomb, we may have great need for the strongest among us.'

Tigger

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs smirks and turns to Moy.

'Aye, maybe. But ye saw her skill with the hammer, lad. As I said, only Ekbard can hope to match her for strength. And judging by what guarded this tomb, we may have great need for the strongest among us.'

Power is nothing without control.

Banjo

Othegre limps around the troll, looking for pockets, a bag, folds of fat, anywhere there might be a little treasure. She winces as her ribs grate together, shaking her pencil and growling at it
"I fed you, I tended you, Where are my berserker powers??"
She coughs, sending a spray of blood over the pencil.

Necro

Bandylegs turns to Ekbard.

'Seein' this... monster. And lookin' at poor ol' Betty in bad shape.Perhaps the little one is right. We should ride for the town, and make haste. Stable our horses and allow Betty here to heal up.'

Bandylegs kicks the troll's body.

'Anyone fancy dragging this lump back to town? We might get some answers from the brotherhood about what lies within.'

Tigger

goodie searches the tomb enterancevfor traps and gold

OldGoat

Saeros takes a last look at the crushed body of the orc leader and thinks about how he shall now have to carry his own stuff instead of using the orcs as beasts of burden and potential cannon fodder. I shrug and move on.

I wander around picking up the arrows I fired and totally missed with during the battle*.

I keep thinking about the runes on the entrance and what the orc said..."My ancestors used to work for the Dark Lord Tumuz and his brother Carax. The humans in this village think they were enemies. Not so. Carax made an artefact, called the Portus. I believe it's a doorway to Carax's own private realm, probably still got all his treasure."
I've just returned from another plane and that wasn't too bad so how difficult would it be to use this Portus and bag some coin? I weight up the odds and make my decision to go.

I lead my horse 'piph back up the trail and hobble her to stop her wandering too far.

Still thinking that we might be able to fix the Tourney somehow by weakening Betty I say "The dwarfs concubine comes with us, we need her strength."

I ready a torch and follow Illberic the Halfling into the entrance to help him check for traps, hidden doors, look and all the other good stuff.

*OOC You guys keep having battles while I'm not online.

Lets just assume I took part and missed all my rolls.

Banjo

ooc - Suja's tits! You just walked past the feck-off big rock troll that turned my chest cavity into an Othergre purée and didn't say a word about setting fire to him! And you lit a torch! Are you out of your elfen mind??? (Might be some xp in it for you if you get the final kill and ask nicely...?)

OldGoat

Banjo wrote: »

ooc - Suja's tits! You just walked past the feck-off big rock troll that turned my chest cavity into an Othergre purée and didn't say a word about setting fire to him! And you lit a torch! Are you out of your elfen mind??? (Might be some xp in it for you if you get the final kill and ask nicely...?)

OOC: KILLSTEALs & Teabags the troll, "In yo face mofo!"

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

goodie searches the tomb enterancevfor traps and gold

At the mouth of the tomb, shoved into a crevice in the wall is a chest containing all the pickings the troll has collected over the years from those naive enough to attempt a raid of the tomb.

Within the Chest Goodie can see:

2 GP

Three large green gems (225 GP)

A princesses evening jewelery (1,200 GP)

Three vials containg potions granting speed, longevity and temporary use of the ESP spell.

At the bottom lies a bastard sword, sharper than usual and of superior make, that glows brightly.

OOC: Everybody gets 1,425 XP

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

Still thinking that we might be able to fix the Tourney somehow by weakening Betty I say "The dwarfs concubine comes with us, we need her strength."

I ready a torch and follow Illberic the Halfling into the entrance to help him check for traps, hidden doors, look and all the other good stuff.

Saeros disarms a small poison tipped dart hidden in the lid of the trolls treasure chest.

Inside is the first room of the tomb...

OOC: next post is tomb

Fourier

The first room within the tomb is impressive in size. Containing eight ten foot high murals depicting Tumuz's conquest of the area around Thurmunton.

One mural of particular note shows a town yielding to him, Soetrard in an early stage of its development.

Most murals depict him with his brother, Carax and assisted by Orcs, Ogres, Trolls and Demons of a particular winged species.

In one image the demons assemble at sunset to attack some enemy of Tumuz who lived atop a volcano.

Beneath the murals are benches, old rusted weapons and torture tools.

Saeros finds nothing dangerous within the room.

sKeith

Ekbard checks for traps.

Necro

Bandylegs checks for any hidden objects.

'If we are to progress and this room is in fact safe, maybe Othegre and Betty should rest up before venturing further.'

Bandylegs takes a ration from his backpack and eats it quickly.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard checks for traps.

Ekbard finds nothing significant. As a warrior, he can tell the swords have been here for at least three centuries.

sKeith

Ekbard shouts loudly "Echo!"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs checks for any hidden objects.

The room is of dwarven craftsmanship, the murals are too perfectly painted to the wall. They are in fact died stone.

However it seems safe enough.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard shouts loudly "Echo!"

A dim echo returns from the next room, which is moderately lit by the sunlight coming through the entrance.

sKeith

"Can some of you magicians heal betty a little?"

Necro

'Ekbard, I would avoid touching the walls of the room. The murals you see are dyed stone so it mayhap that traps are contained within.

Does anyone else see anything of note?

Betty, how hurt are ye? Can ye continue?'

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Can some of you magicians heal betty a little?"

Betty leans against the wall. "I'll fix myself, thank you for your concern Nerosian, but I have this...", she pulls out a vial and chugs it down.

Her flesh begins to knit together...

Betty, how hurt are ye? Can ye continue?'

"Aye my love. Tis, but a flesh wound...." she looks at the murals "more my soul has been harmed.....how wrong we were...."

She looks blankly into the next room.