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

Fourier · 12-01-2018 06:08PM

Othegre crawls forward, and falls through the portal on the floor safely.

Fourier · 12-01-2018 06:09PM

Aria's beautiful coat is set aflame, she runs into the portal barking wildly in pain.

OldGoat · 12-01-2018 06:11PM

Flak throws his jacket over Aria to smother the flames.

Fourier · 12-01-2018 06:12PM

Kal's boots are extinguished, but a treacle of lava goes across his calves. The pain is intense. He crawls using only his hands into the gateway, tears welling in his eyes. He makes it.

Banjo · 12-01-2018 06:16PM

OldGoat wrote: »

Flak throws his jacket over Aria to smother the flames.

Ooc : Stop stealing my doggie

Fourier · 12-01-2018 06:42PM

Lava pours out from the gap Kal made now, flowing into the room. BandyLegs is almost at the gate when it gushes into his face, he screams in agony, skin roasted into bone....

Banjo · 12-01-2018 06:47PM

Othegre closes her eyes and mutters something about shoving.

Fourier · 12-01-2018 06:48PM

...some unknown force pulls him through, he has no face only exposed bone.

Necro · 12-01-2018 06:50PM

Bandylegs tries to cast Cure Light Wounds on himself...

OOC: Although, this isn't that light of a wound

OldGoat · 12-01-2018 06:58PM

Feeling helpless just looking at Bandys injuries I search the area.
OOC Wiz check 11

Banjo · 12-01-2018 07:04PM

"Woah! That looks sore. Is it sore?"

Othegre resists the urge to poke a cheekbone.

Ooc : can I do anything to help healing wise or is it all cauterized? I have no Cure spells loaded

Tigger · 12-01-2018 07:14PM

So Kim ? Where you from ?

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:24PM

Moy is left on his own in the chamber crawling through hot lava and inch thick on the floor, as he makes it to the portal he has burns across his whole body, but he makes it and falls through the portal, out into the air, falls four feet and lands on the sandy streets of ZharrKazad, fortress of the fire dwarves.

OOC: 24HP lost.

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:29PM

BandyLegs rises.

He lives, but now he possess the visage of dwarven death, despite the healing this has remained. Perhaps it was meant to be a symbol, a new Vergadain for this new harsher age. He stares into the streets. The dwarves instinctively recognise him as a Cleric, the skeleton faced symbol of judgement to come.

They kneel before him.

"DrunVergadum" they chant. "Instrument of Divine will"

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:31PM

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard quenches any thirst he may have.

OOC: gallons of water loaded on the camel.

Ekbard is asking about for anybody knowledgeable in magic when he turns a corner and sees his friends burnt and smoking on the ground of a market street, screaming in pain or contorted in a seizure.

Except Othegre, who is doing pretty well.

Mollyb60 · 12-01-2018 07:31PM

Kal patches up his leg as best he can and resolves to buy some healing potions in the city.

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:33PM

BandyLegs feels an odd strength.

OOC: The potion raised your level, you've also gotten enough XP to go to six naturally. So you are now Level 7.

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:33PM

Mollyb60 wrote: »

Kal patches up his leg as best he can and resolves to buy some healing potions in the city.

Flesh is burn into clothing on Kal's leg, but he does enough to keep himself from passing out.

Tigger · 12-01-2018 07:34PM

Knew a beholder once, nice chap bit of a comedian I’m into archery have you any hobbies?

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:36PM

A bunch of well dressed dwarves run down the street to greet the group. The ruling council of the city. they go straight to BandyLegs and drop to the ground with the heads to the sand.

"DrunVergadum, surely you have been sent to save us. The Storm of Wasting is upon the city. It lasts a season and nearly killed one quarter of the population last time. Will you help us weathered it this time around?"

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:38PM

Tigger wrote: »

Knew a beholder once, nice chap bit of a comedian I’m into archery have you any hobbies?

"Lair building, em....politics....oh boats. I'd love to own a cruising company and..."

The door springs open, but the room is absent.

No there is only an empty cavern, but the door going East beyond the room is still there.

Banjo · 12-01-2018 07:39PM

Othy McGreddles, the dwarf who was totally always in your party if anyone asks, takes a look at Kals leg, because it smells like char sui. But also to apply any healing experience she can.
(Burly voice) "er.. ahoy lad-dee? Let ol' Othy takin a look-see"

Necro · 12-01-2018 07:41PM

Fourier wrote: »

A bunch of well dressed dwarves run down the street to greet the group. The ruling council of the city. they go straight to BandyLegs and drop to the ground with the heads to the sand.

"DrunVergadum, surely you have been sent to save us. The Storm of Wasting is upon the city. It lasts a season and nearly killed one quarter of the population last time. Will you help us weathered it this time around?"

Bandylegs rises to his feet, hiding the agony (although his face is now essentially expressionless.

'Storm o'Weathering? What do ye mean? Have ye healers fer me friends... fer meself? If ye can sort that out I'll help ye.'

sKeith · 12-01-2018 07:44PM

Fourier wrote: »

Ekbard is asking about for anybody knowledgeable in magic when he turns a corner and sees his friends burnt and smoking on the ground of a market street, screaming in pain or contorted in a seizure.

Except Othegre, who is doing pretty well.

Ekbard says "well, hey there guys, when did you get into town and why didnt you let me know, i've been struggling to get back to yous and some old witch hag nearly killed me."

Ekbard turns to flak, "Flak, my man, would you do me the honours". Ekbard pass him an unmarked potion. "why don't people label these things."

Banjo · 12-01-2018 07:47PM

"Good sir Ekmund! Thank the many short and hairy gods you're alive! We've wounded, son! Give ol Othy a hand and didnee ask nae questions!"

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:48PM

Banjo wrote: »

"Good sir Ekmund! Thank the many short and hairy gods you're alive! We've wounded, son! Give ol Othy a hand and didnee ask nae questions!"

A couple in the crowd overhear.

"Aye, that's a real dwarf. Sh' nae cud do be'er if she war me own"

Fourier · 12-01-2018 07:49PM

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard turns to flak, "Flak, my man, would you do me the honours". Ekbard pass him an unmarked potion. "why don't people label these things."

Flak continues to have a seizure fit.

OldGoat · 12-01-2018 07:49PM

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard says "well, hey there guys, when did you get into town and why didnt you let me know, i've been struggling to get back to yous and some old witch hag nearly killed me."

Ekbard turns to flak, "Flak, my man, would you do me the honours". Ekbard pass him an unmarked potion. "why don't people label these things."

EDIT: I'm having a seazure...

In a fevered fit Flak dreams...
"If we labeled potions then no one would have to pay us to identify them. Simple commerce my friend."
I taste the potion and...

OOC Fourier?

Banjo · 12-01-2018 07:53PM

Fourier wrote: »

Flak continues to have a seizure fit.

Othy jams an armoured finger between his teeth and puts a restraining arm across his chest, whispering "touch my doggie again and I'll feed your hand to your arse" into his ear.

Ooc : I know nothing about fits beyond preventing tongue biting. Would a Wis check help?

Mollyb60 · 12-01-2018 07:55PM

Banjo wrote: »

Othy McGreddles, the dwarf who was totally always in your party if anyone asks, takes a look at Kals leg, because it smells like char sui. But also to apply any healing experience she can.
(Burly voice) "er.. ahoy lad-dee? Let ol' Othy takin a look-see"

'Errr....yeah thanks Othy'

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

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