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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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Banjo

Othegre hits a fruit with her flail to see if it triggers something awful, taking one if it doesnt, before following Ekbard around the trigger.
"Watch the stairs, there's a crossbow!" She calls back in case the others are following.

Ooc : unless the fruit is a trap, and I'm being eaten by a plant now....

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Othegre hits a fruit with her flail to see if it triggers something awful, taking one if it doesnt, before following Ekbard around the trigger.
"Watch the stairs, there's a crossbow!" She calls back in case the others are following.

Othegre gets a nice juicy fruit.

Banjo

Placing a fruit in her pack (too late, it's Canon now, I got away!) Othegre remembers her many torches and flint - she starts lighting one

sKeith

OOC: I wasn't going to leave a known trap live when I knew you guys were following!

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard climbs the stairs vowing to scream if the worst should happen.

Ekbard enters a room with a large priceless pearl (with the same stony walls as all other rooms). A corridor leads West out of the room.

Necro

Bandylegs staggers into the room with the fruit and spies Othegre trying to light a torch.

'Give one to Betty, please. Let's light the path.'

sKeith

Check the pearl for traps.

Banjo

"catch, sis!"
Only 22 left...

Once the torch is lit, Othegre will use hers to light Betty's and then swing hers around trying to ascertain if they're still standing in slime

Fourier

Betty takes the tourch.

"Such filth, Othonos was a lunatic and our religion was a lie. Pathetic. I will leave with ye if we survive."

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Check the pearl for traps.

The pearl sits on the floor in the center of the room. Ekbard scans from top to bottom. No traps that he can see.

Necro

Bandylegs pauses for a moment. He touches the fruit tentatively and grabs one before throwing it into the slime to test what it will do.

sKeith

Ekbard waits.

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

I take a rope and grappling hook from my backpack and start heaving the hook back up out of the pit.

A tendril solidifies out of the slime, erupts upward and pulls the hook free. Saeros falls back into the pit with a splash.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs pauses for a moment. He touches the fruit tentatively and grabs one before throwing it into the slime to test what it will do.

The slime pulls back from the fruit, it hits dry ground.

Banjo

Othegre sniffs the air for any telltale fumes, and assuming she doesn't smell any tries lowering the torch towards the slime to see what will happen

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Othegre sniffs the air for any telltale fumes, and assuming she doesn't smell any tries lowering the torch towards the slime to see what will happen

The slime burns.

Nothing.

Then a low rumbling sound, suddenly louder.

Now like a herd of cattle in weight. The party feels the entire complex shake. Something has begun to move within this warren of slime tunnels.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The slime pulls back from the fruit, it hits dry ground.

OOC: NICE!

Bandylegs grabs handfuls of the fruit and rubs it on himself. He then does the same to Betty and motions Othegre to do the same.

He grabs another vine of fruit for Ekbard, puts it in his backpack and makes for the stairs

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs grabs handfuls of the fruit and rubs it on himself. He then does the same to Betty

"My love here?, but the mood is not..." she blushes.

A massive crash is heard in the floor below, the thing seems to be close.

sKeith

"can you guys check that pearl for traps? DIBS"

Banjo

Othegre follows Bandylegs' lead and starts rubbing the fruit on her legs and feet, while passing another over her chest, arms and head to remove any trace of the gick.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"My love here, but the mood is not..." she blushes.

A massive crash is heard in the floor below, the thing seems to be close.

Bandylegs snorts.

'Tis not what ye be thinking, dearest. The fruit can protect us. I think.'

Bandylegs jumps at the crash and draws his sword.

'Ekbard!! Get up here!!! Ye need the fruit to get rid of the slime!'

sKeith

"i've no slime on me, thanks for askin though."

Necro

'Saeros! West Passage, head South! There be fruit here to ward this goop off us!

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

A tendril solidifies out of the slime, erupts upward and pulls the hook free. Saeros falls back into the pit with a splash.

Ooops.
I look around and notice the body in the slime. I search it while trying to figure out where the others have gone.
"HaLLOOOOO"

Banjo

Othegre jams a fruit on the end of her flail and starts back towards the pit, driving the slime back as she goes...

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

Ooops.
I look around and notice the body in the slime. I search it while trying to figure out where the others have gone.
"HaLLOOOOO"

Othonos only has on him a heavy iron key and a bottle of Scotch Whiskey.

Fourier

OOC: What colour is Othegre's hair?

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: What colour is Othegre's hair?

Ooc oh ****. Black I think. Hang on

Straight black hair

Necro

Bandylegs stands watching the crazed cleric running back towards where they came. He shrugs.

'Betty, let us join Ekbard and leave this madness.'

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"i've no slime on me, thanks for askin though."

A huge wall of slime enters the room, Ekbard can see bones and meat undulating within it. A face forms in the slime and the eyes glare at Ekbard with a stare that would melt the souls of lesser men.

Ekbard the Nerosian stares down this thing, this half formed god and does not break.

Everybody hears four more similar sounds. Heavy torrents of slime moving to some location.

The torrent facing Ekbard turns and heads back down the corridor.

OOC: It cast a spell that Ekbard saved against.