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

Banjo · 11-12-2017 04:34PM

"That's GROSS! Dibs!"
She takes the finger with the ring. She names it Jeffrey, because there aren't already enough named things in her bag for her to talk to.

She glances back at the Slime Lord.
assuming it's not any further along, Left 7 / row 2 drawer 3.

Fourier · 11-12-2017 04:36PM

A golden pin rests on a fine silk cloth. Next to it are diagrams that look like dissection graphs of organs.

Soet is still mooching about the edge of the chasm.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 04:50PM

Othegre lifts the silk cloth by the corners, places it on the diagrams, folds it all up roughly and bags it.
"What? He's got no use for a pin... No, I need to keep looking... I can see that. That's what bothers me.... what, did your birth-mother not tell you stories about the undead?.... you did WHAT???? I - I think I need some time to process that. And shop. Ippey Dippy Horses Mickey y-o- actually you know what, I should open them all quickly, take a look at whats inside and take what I can before El Glupo figures out a way across."

OOC : I'm just going to pull all the doors open quickly, starting with the drawers on the right, in reverse numerical order. I'll stop if I see something that I can put over my head like a cloak, a hood or a full face helmet. Don't cheat and use that knowledge to give me a Helmet of Frontal Lobe Lobotomisosis.

OldGoat · 11-12-2017 04:51PM

"Well, that was unexpected but not unwelcome. Now, to get out of here and find the others. I should go back to that Spelljammer sometime and talk with that leader. That is two planes I have to revisit now."

Saeros starts to explore the the rooms from the back of his newfound cart, checking for trips, traps and loot and anyone left living.

Fourier · 11-12-2017 04:57PM

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : I'm just going to pull all the doors open quickly, starting with the drawers on the right, in reverse numerical order. I'll stop if I see something that I can put over my head like a cloak, a hood or a full face helmet. Don't cheat and use that knowledge to give me a Helmet of Frontal Lobe Lobotomisosis.

There's nothing that goes over ones head in the right set of drawers. While rushing through the drawers Otherge just glimpses some closed boxes, scrolls and books, but not in great detail.

Soet has now developed a strange blue glow.

Fourier · 11-12-2017 04:59PM

OldGoat wrote: »

Saeros starts to explore the the rooms from the back of his newfound cart, checking for trips, traps and loot and anyone left living.

Saeros finds many of the rooms now empty and cannot find is compatriots. He does hear however a deep hum from the floors below. The sound is clear enough to follow.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 05:13PM

Fourier wrote: »

There's nothing that goes over ones head in the left set of drawers. While rushing through the drawers Otherge just glimpses some closed boxes, scrolls and books, but not in great detail.

Soet has now developed a strange blue glow.

ooc : Just to be clear, I said I'd start on the right hand side in reverse numerical order. Is that "left set" a typo or did you just give me a free look in the left hand side drawers that I didn't request?

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:14PM

Banjo wrote: »

ooc : Just to be clear, I said I'd start on the right hand side in reverse numerical order. Is that "left set" a typo or did you just give me a free look in the left hand side drawers that I didn't request?

OOC: Sorry, I meant the right hand side (even the contents were based on the right hand side) I just typed left.

OldGoat · 11-12-2017 05:19PM

"Where ever there is a noise there is sure to be a one of the gang in trouble. Probably the dwarf. Wish I'd found some of that fruit they were hollering about earlier."

I glide along the corridors following the sounds, cautiously.

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:21PM

OldGoat wrote: »

"Where ever there is a noise there is sure to be a one of the gang in trouble. Probably the dwarf. Wish I'd found some of that fruit they were hollering about earlier."

I glide along the corridors following the sounds, cautiously.

OOC: I'll give you a fruit, you'd pass the room on your way

Saeros enters a large chamber with a cavern, a ruined temple is to be seen across the chasm.

More worrying is the large glowing ball of slime to his left.

He spots Othegre across the chasm.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 05:28PM

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Sorry, I meant the right hand side (even the contents were based on the right hand side) I just typed left.

ooc: Sure you did

"I see it, I see it.... what do you think he's going to do? Shoot through the air? Oh! Explode his way over here, blob by blob? That's what I'd do. I mean, if I couldn't do those sweet acrobatics on the rope.... I can't... I'm a little - how can I put this? Exposed.... You don't know that will happen! It could mean anything. It could be his finger. Maybe that's why he's in such a bad mood all the time.... I already thought of that, but I need a knife or or a knitting needle or something to make eye-holes or I'll be blind... Just keep watching him and if he does anything else, we run."

OOC : LH drawers, moving bottom to top pls

Banjo · 11-12-2017 05:29PM

"... what's a 'mobility scooter'?.... Bull****! You can't even share information across 2 feet of cave, how could you possibly share information with other spiders across all possible threads of existence? Stop screwing around, I'm trying to loot..."

OldGoat · 11-12-2017 05:30PM

"Cleric! Wait there, I'm coming over."

Keeping as far from the slime as I can I guide the hovercart towards the Cleric in the temple. As I approach the thoughts of something other than the slimeball pricks at the edges of my consciousness. It dawns, my infravision is not seeing a living cleric but an animated undead being. I stall my progress before reaching the ledge where she is.

"What the ****!"

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:33PM

OldGoat wrote: »

I stall my progress before reaching the ledge where she is.

"What the ****!"

OOC: Did you cross the ledge on your side, i.e. go over the edge into the chasm?

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:35PM

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : LH drawers, moving bottom to top pls

Othegre pulls open the drawers quick enough to spot several jars of fluid and some sheets of paper, again too quick to glance at.

She halts at the second drawer on the third shelf, which contains something massively heavy. She cannot pull open the drawer easily.

OldGoat · 11-12-2017 05:36PM

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Did you cross the ledge on your side, i.e. go over the edge into the chasm?

OOC: Yep. Floating over the gaping pit...like an idiot.

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:38PM

Saeros can sense a tremendous amount of magic from behind the drawer that Othegre is tugging on.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 05:42PM

"Son of a motherless goat, this is heavy. FORM OF DEMON WOLF! Gaaaargh! STRENGTH OF 100 BATS! Maybe one of these books can-"
She sniffs the air
"Simon, are you wearing a new aftershave… well, look this is a little embarrassing but I haven't felt this way since that time when I was 13 and we took a cart ride down a really cobbly street… this hungers getting worse… but better, y'know? Seriously how can you not smell that?"

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:44PM

Banjo wrote: »

"Simon, are you wearing a new aftershave… well, look this is a little embarrassing but I haven't felt this way since that time when I was 13 and we took a cart ride down a really cobbly street… this hungers getting worse… but better, y'know? Seriously how can you not smell that?"

OOC: Check Wisdom

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:46PM

Othegre's strength suddenly increases, along with he appetite. She wrenches the drawer free and a huge Elven magic tomb lands on the ground, an archaic spellbook. There have been attempts to alter the cover to make it look like the possession of the Soet cult, but it's Elven nature is still visible in the rare woods used to make the cover.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 05:47PM

ooc rolled 11

Fourier · 11-12-2017 05:48PM

Othegre gets clear mental images of the pure elven blood pumping through Saeros's jugular. She suppresses the urge to leap across the chasm and rip his neck apart.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 07:25PM

Othegre starts loading up one of her 2 sacks, starting with the elfy book, then grabbing the closed boxes, books, scrolls the opening the last
couple of drawers for a gawk -"Suppe-i mean Saeros! You're alive! And so vital! Get over here, there's what looks like a way out and a God's dressing table! What the hell are you sitting on? "

OldGoat · 11-12-2017 07:55PM

I'm not coming anywhere near you, bloodsucker!
Who bit you? Where is everyone else, have you noticed the slime over here and this is my new steed AlanTracey.

Saeros draws out an arrow, holding it upright representing the symbol of Lawfulness, the only symbol he can think of to ward of vampires. It is the antithesis of the the symbol of 8, the arms of chaos.

"See my pointy stick and be afeared."

Fourier · 11-12-2017 08:11PM

The Soet blob rises into the air powered by divine magic.

Join with me elf, love me

It begins to float across the chasm, toward Saeros, tendrils whipping and lashing.

Fourier · 11-12-2017 08:13PM

Fireballs erupt in orbit around the blob, eight in total. Saeros can feel their heat.

Banjo · 11-12-2017 08:18PM

"it's a long story. I'd love to tell you all of it in it's entirety but unfortunately that blob over there - oh where are my manners? Soet, Saeros, Saeros, Soet - anyway I dropped his better half into that chasm and I'm pretty sure he's calling it back. Its deep, but it's not deep enough and I don't want to stick around to see if that makes him big enough to reach us. Yeah, I won't deny, I'm not the person I used to be but hey, you didn't like what I was and you definitely won't like what I've become so really, how much difference does it make? Get over here and be my getaway driver. Don't make me swing over there, that kind of exertion works up a hell of a thirsty..."

Fourier · 11-12-2017 08:22PM

The blob vanishes and then reappears on the other side of the chasm next to Othegre, who it swings a tendril at.

OOC: Othegre give me a STR check

OldGoat · 11-12-2017 08:57PM

Saeros takes bite out of the fruit and crams the remainder on his spear tip.
"Back off foul goop"
He moves the cart closer to the ledge and motions the cleric to climb aboard while waving the fruit spear at the blob.
"Strange fruit, tastes like garlic" he mutters just loud enough for Othegre (and Simon) to hear.
"Which way out?"

Banjo · 11-12-2017 09:18PM

Out? OUT? Up there is sun. Down here there's goop! Oh you have to be ****ing kidding... You owe me a life, knife ears! Help me! Without breathing on me! "

Ooc :6

BTW, I'm wearing my 2nd sack on my head right now, like a ra man walking into a bank all casual like

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

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