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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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Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Or would it be... Thumuz ye be really worshippin'?'

"Rend my belly sideways with a pickaxe! Is that...? It is...! No one paints him like that! This is so old-school!"

Othonos pauses.

"You know his real name, true worshippers from afar. Did your lands possess churches in the old style?"

Goodie can read Othonos's thoughts. He worships Soet as a God of the Apocalypse to come.

Tigger

goodein scans Othonos

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Edited, BandyLegs got there first, reversing this post.

ooc: drat, i thought it was defused!

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs shakes his fists in anger at the sudden departure of the cleric.

'Pah, altar. What's so special about the altar.'

He storms down the church towards the altar to examine it

OOC: Sorry for the confusion, I only saw your post there, so I've edited what's happening.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Othonos pauses.

"You know his real name, true worshippers from afar. Did your lands possess churches in the old style?"

Goodie can read Othonos's thoughts. He worships Soet as a God of the Apocalypse to come.

'Aye. I know him. Ye should know a dwarf can read the stone of the buildings from years ago. What's behind your magick door high cleric?'

Fourier

"The one beyond the Nathex? It leads outside to the canyon top. We seal it so none can enter this church, save the worthy. Which I understand you are now."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"The one beyond the Nathex? It leads outside to the canyon top. We seal it so none can enter this church, save the worthy. Which I understand you are now."

'Aye, I tried to tell ye I was worthy before but ye wouldn't tell me the truth. Can ye open it? Tell me, cleric. I think I know the answer. Is Thumuz still alive?'

Fourier

"No, he died long ago. His brother built this place, but he had vision where Tumuz did not. When Tumuz saw the secret of this place he attacked his brother and was killed. He is buried in a crypt below."

Necro

'And tell me cleric, am I or any of me party worthy to know this secret? And can ye open the door or not?'

Banjo

"so many questions! Oh oh I have one! How is Carax?"

Fourier

"Please follow me if you wish to see the Church's secret"

He walks up to the altar, presses something beneath it and another door opens in the wall behind it, he enters quickly.

sKeith

Edbard follows.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Please follow me if you wish to see the Church's secret"

He walks up to the altar, presses something beneath it and another door opens in the wall behind it, he enters quickly.

Bandylegs follows quickly behind the cleric.

Banjo

Othegre follows too

Fourier

Othegra, BandyLegs, Ekbard and Betty enter the room.

Othonos flicks a switch and the doors lock.

"Feed lord Soet feed!!!" he shouts.

The floor swings open, a trap door and everybody falls twenty foot into a pool of green slime.

"At last, heroes for you to feed on, I love you my god, I love you"

Othonos purposefully drowns himself in the slime.

Necro

Bandylegs looks around and tries to get his bearings of the room he has dropped into.

Fourier

The room is roughly a square. There are four panels, one in each walls. They seem to be doors which look like they can be forced open.

Fourier

The pencil speaks to Othegre psychically.

"Please do not make me drink this stuff or him"

Necro

'Ekbard, have you a torch? There are panels on each of the walls. I think we can force them open. Be careful though.'

sKeith

Edbard stands on top of othonos after he has succumbed to the slime.

Banjo

Ooc can we Wade? Walk? Swim? Are we in the slime? Is Ekbard still protected (if this is Soet rather than a random jelly)

Necro

Bandylegs wades through the slime carefully and prods one of panels with his sword

sKeith

Ekbard picks a door and rams at it with full force.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The pencil speaks to Othegre psychically.

"Please do not make me drink this stuff or him"

Ooc. Oops deleted that post as I realised he'd thrown himself in.

"You can talk!

Can you fly?"

Fourier

BandyLegs, Betty and Othegre are covered in the green goop up to their necks. The goop however always stays a centimeter from Ekbards skin, hence he can walk freely in it.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc. Oops deleted that post as I realised he'd thrown himself in.

"You can talk!

Can you fly?"

"This extension of me cannot, I can. We will speak if you live."

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard picks a door and rams at it with full force.

OOC: North, South, East or West?

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

BandyLegs, Betty and Othegre are covered in the green goop up to their necks. The goop however always stays a centimeter from Ekbards skin, hence he can walk freely in it.

OOC: Can I do this then?

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs wades through the slime carefully and prods one of panels with his sword

sKeith

West

Fourier

OOC: Can I do this then?

OOC: It's no problem, just give me a direction for the panel.