D&D II Act One Scene III - The Lost World

Fourier · 20-05-2018 7:27pm

The bolt passes right through the man's skull, pinning his head to the wall.

The tentacles convulse and drop Retula.

Banjo · 20-05-2018 7:36pm

Retula gets her breath back.
"Ok, with all the other tendrils coming out of him, I'm guessing the pit creepers will be a little pissed off with us now. Time to go I think."

She checks he's dead, checks his pockets and then looks for something to sweep the naggots off the book, for swiping purposes.

Fourier · 20-05-2018 7:39pm

A spare bit of paper easily removes the maggots.

The man's pockets contain only long decayed food.

A summoning hex has no appeared on the stairs, burnt into the floor under the circle in common, clear as day, is:

"Try to leave via the stairs and you will trigger this, stay until we come to collect you"

Banjo · 20-05-2018 7:43pm

Ooc : oh joy . Any windows?

Fourier · 20-05-2018 8:20pm

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : oh joy . Any windows?

There is a single window in the room, small, but just large enough for Retula to squeeze through.

Banjo · 20-05-2018 8:29pm

Ooc : What's the floor made of? Assuming it's not something she can bust through :

She dismisses Mr H, then lights a torch. And will light a couple more and leave them either side of the steps to the portal.

Fourier · 20-05-2018 8:33pm

The floor looks like very solid stone.

She sets up the torches nicely on each side of the portal. They burn quite brightly in the room.

Banjo · 20-05-2018 8:39pm

While waiting Retula looks down the stairs to see how far she can see.

Fourier · 20-05-2018 8:44pm

She can see to the bottom floor, twenty of the hooded figures begin climbing the stairs.

Banjo · 20-05-2018 9:32pm

Ooc : soery, stopped for dinner. ok, hard to describe this without knowing how exactly they're climbing but if I can see the barrels down stairs on the 1st floor, once the hoodies are on that floor I'll BotRQ (bonus action) beside one of the gunpowder barrels which would not require me to pass the hex, (one interaction) stick the torch into the gunpowder (I'm immune to damage until next turn) and if there's still a stairs run down them

Fourier · 20-05-2018 9:52pm

Retula ghosts her way through the floor with a torch in her hand as soon as the hooded figures reach the 1st floor.

She sticks the torch into the barrells, the resulting blast makes everything go white....

Fourier · 20-05-2018 10:02pm

Retula wakes lying on the grass on a hill overlooking the tower's location. All that remains is a massive crater.

Mr. H looks over her.

"Ye finished yer slumber missy?"

Banjo · 20-05-2018 10:07pm

"SPEAK UP! I CANT HEAR YOU OVER TGAT FEATHERPLUCKING BELL! "
She calls Hetyaro. If he's still alive, flyby on the crater to see if the dragonborn or hoodies are apparent. Also she'll see if she can locate the dwarves and witch.

Fourier · 20-05-2018 10:13pm

Hetyaro appears and flies out over the jungle. The report is fairly grim.

The tower was blown to bits. Pieces are to be found all over the jungle nearby. The dragonborn were practically shredded in the blast and the treasures in the underground chamber have been ruined. Witchy is no more, her burnt body half embedded in a tree.

The dwarves however are fine and sit talking to a middle aged woman with blonde hair, the seven of them sitting on a piece of masonry.

Banjo · 20-05-2018 10:16pm

Retula approaches.
"Hey ho, guys! So, uh, the tower exploded. Who's this?"

Fourier · 20-05-2018 10:20pm

"This me lassie, is the lassie ye were after, the bard"

She jumps down off the masonry and hugs Retula.

"You saved me! Thank you, thank you, I really don't have the words"

Banjo · 20-05-2018 10:23pm

"you don't have the words? Youre a bard? The words are kinda all you have? Well, you're welcome. What did I save you from?"

Fourier · 20-05-2018 10:25pm

"I was being held in a Hell Plane, somehow you freed me!

You're right, I...I should compose a song, your name sweet maiden?"

Banjo · 20-05-2018 10:33pm

Retula puts her hand out.
"Gorgai. Gorgai Lindir. Not a great name for a song, sorry. So how did you end up on a hell plane? Meet anyone nice?

C'mon, everyone's dead, let's go back to town."
(Although if Hetyaro can get the snowglobe.... )

Fourier · 20-05-2018 10:40pm

The snowglobe lies shattered within Witchy's bags. It seems to have exploded itself, rather than being crushed.

As they go back to town, the Bard begins to sing.

"Oh Gorgai Lindir was a brave soul
She scaled the tower,
caring not for the toll

Many a creature she faced,
tentacled and rank,
she sundered their forms
and the tower it sank..."

This continues for a while. Tardin eventually speaks up.

"The first thirty verses were good lass, but there's only so much that rhymes with Shadar Kai"

Banjo · 20-05-2018 10:46pm

Unclear what to make of this girl, Retula returns to her in room to rest. Rising a few hours later from her meditation, she tries her hand again at the Identification ritual, this time focusing on the jewelled ring from the tower. She also flicks through the infernal book - without reading anything aloud, klaatu! - looking for anything interesting. At a respectable time she rises for brekkie and to link up with whoever's left.

Evade · 21-05-2018 12:08am

Fourier wrote: »

Outside his window he sees the mercenaries speaking to a figure armed to the teeth with blades from some aquatic species, but he can't get a good look. The figure takes out a staff, which glows and begins pacing the area slowly.

"Well, that's not good" Therai gets dressed andtakes the potion of invisibility out of his pack and puts it in an easy to reach pocket. Then he tries to slip out of Old Audrey undetected and heads out of town towards the tomb.

Fourier · 21-05-2018 12:51pm

Evade wrote: »

"Well, that's not good" Therai gets dressed andtakes the potion of invisibility out of his pack and puts it in an easy to reach pocket. Then he tries to slip out of Old Audrey undetected and heads out of town towards the tomb.

Reaching the forest, Therai spots the dwarves and Retula passing along the main road back to town. They don't see him yet.

Evade · 21-05-2018 3:40pm

"Retula probably wouldn't give me up but the Drarves.." Therai attempts to slip past unseen.

Fourier · 21-05-2018 8:03pm

Banjo wrote: »

Unclear what to make of this girl, Retula returns to her in room to rest. Rising a few hours later from her meditation, she tries her hand again at the Identification ritual, this time focusing on the jewelled ring from the tower. She also flicks through the infernal book - without reading anything aloud, klaatu! - looking for anything interesting. At a respectable time she rises for brekkie and to link up with whoever's left.

The ring yields to the ritual, it is capable of opening quartz gateways of the type she saw in the tower. The ritual also manages to determine the existence of five others, though not their location.

The book is a guide to the denizens of the realm past the quartz gates, an unfriendly cephalopodic crowd for the most part.

At breakfast the six dwarves are there, the bard having gone back to her house for repairs.

Fourier · 21-05-2018 8:05pm

Evade wrote: »

"Retula probably wouldn't give me up but the Drarves.." Therai attempts to slip past unseen.

Therai makes it past the group without being spotted. There is a spot not too far off, a small hole within a rocky outcrop that should be suitable for his missed sleep.

Evade · 21-05-2018 8:08pm

Therai burrows as deeply as he can into the hole and tries to sleep.

Fourier · 21-05-2018 8:24pm

Evade wrote: »

Therai burrows as deeply as he can into the hole and tries to sleep.

He wakes the next morning. The mercenary group seem to have not found him.

Nearby he can see the transition into the jungle climate, the sharp shift in temperature creating a shimmering haze in the air.

Evade · 21-05-2018 8:30pm

"No turning back now. At least if they are looking for me they might go straight to the aerie. I wonder how nice the aerie is? If it's been abandoned for decades I can't still be stellar* can it?" He thinks as he gathers up his stuff and heads for the jungle.

OOC: *I know you probably meant stars

Banjo · 21-05-2018 8:33pm

Fourier wrote: »

The ring yields to the ritual, it is capable of opening quartz gateways of the type she saw in the tower. The ritual also manages to determine the existence of five others, though not their location.

The book is a guide to the denizens of the realm past the quartz gates, an unfriendly cephalopodic crowd for the most part.

At breakfast the six dwarves are there, the bard having gone back to her house for repairs.

Retula sits down to join them.

"So the drummer is gone, the witch 'sploded, the dragon guy and Drow are at the bottom of an ants nest, RayRay knows where that monk got to so it's just you guys, me and the little devil dude. I knew you wouldn't abandon me and neither will Therai. Let's wait here for him to get up. I made him this friendship bracelet out of bits of that old witch's scalp that were stuck to my backpack."

She whistles while she waits. He'll be along. Any second now...

Evade · 21-05-2018 8:35pm

OOC: Gold>Retula

Fourier · 21-05-2018 8:35pm

Evade wrote: »

"No turning back now. At least if they are looking for me they might go straight to the aerie. I wonder how nice the aerie is? If it's been abandoned for decades I can't still be stellar* can it?" He thinks as he gathers up his stuff and heads for the jungle.

OOC: *I know you probably meant stars

OOC: Okay so one hex per day. Give me your route and then a Survival Check. I'll move you to your own thread then.

Evade · 21-05-2018 8:40pm

OOC: Starting at 24.20(?) aiming for 24.19 Survival roll:9

Keeping an eye out for any obvious sources of food on the way

Banjo · 21-05-2018 9:40pm

Retula eyes the stairs with nervous impatience. Aaaaany second....

"So, my little chums - any of you got any interesting hobbies?"

Fourier · 22-05-2018 8:11pm

Banjo wrote: »

Retula eyes the stairs with nervous impatience. Aaaaany second....

"So, my little chums - any of you got any interesting hobbies?"

"Aye, I bed one of each race. Ye know what the natives of this place are?"

Banjo · 22-05-2018 8:12pm

Fourier wrote: »

"Aye, I bed one of each race. Ye know what the natives of this place are?"

"I swear to Queenie, if you say 'meat for the beast' I'm gonna barf."

Fourier · 22-05-2018 8:15pm

Banjo wrote: »

"I swear to Queenie, if you say 'meat for the beast' I'm gonna barf."

"I'm not a crude oaf lass, tis the sacred duty of those who follow BandyLegs. I'd rather head to the meed house, but so sayeth the Book of BandyLegs, ninth canticle, fourth verse."

He rises.

"I've not seen an unknown race here, perhaps within the islands interior, I'd rather find adventure either truth told."

Banjo · 22-05-2018 8:21pm

She sighs.
"Look, I'm not normally judgey but your God is ick.

Therai's ditched us, hasn't he. Well, I need to go buy some more rope and pitons to replace the ones I exploded earlier. After that, you wanna explore, let's explore."

She goes back over her encylclopedic knowledge (outlander) of the route they took here in case the Raven saw a point of interest. Otherwise, she'll ask the shopkeeper in the general store.

If there are no leads, there's a city down the road might have something?

Fourier · 22-05-2018 8:27pm

Banjo wrote: »

She sighs.
"Look, I'm not normally judgey but your God is ick.

The dwarves all stand.

"What?"

Banjo · 22-05-2018 8:35pm

It takes Retula a moment to realise they're standing on account of the lack of any change in head height.

"Are you talking to me?

Ick. Ew. Grody. Like why all the inning and outing like it's sposed to be a chore? Is he watching? My friend t'Clsee used to know this Svirfneblin, he'd pay her to let him watch and then take the straw and use it to make these gross humunic..homuncle.. these golems. Total freak. "

Fourier · 22-05-2018 8:38pm

They place their hands on their axes. Tardin spins up a small ball of flame in his right hand.

"That's blasphemy lass" he takes out a knife covered in runes with his left hand and points it in Retula's direction "Take it back!"

Banjo · 22-05-2018 10:17pm

Fourier wrote: »

They place their hands on their axes. Tardin spins up a small ball of flame in his hands.

"That's blasphemy lass" he takes out a knife covered in runes and points it in Retula's direction "Take it back!"

Ooc : sorry! Got TV to myself for a bit, that doesn't happen, was mesmerized. Accidentally watched 20 minutes of Legion series 2 thinking "this is ****ing genius use of cut up and call-back, no! This is ART!" and then realised it was an episode from series 1.

"Guys, this isn't going to work if you're gonna be so touchy. Besides, I'm technically a minor! You're threatening a child and you know it or you'd be queuing up to bend me over the table and give a thumbs up to the sky!

Now look - I killed 12 dragonborn, a warlock and 21 tentacle beasts yesterday. And I don't remember any of you pulling daggers and magic balls out when THEY were closing in - not exactly chapter 1 verse 1 of the book of "**** it, I'm going to bone this dragon and cut her head off" is it? - so how about you sit the **** down and shut the **** up and help me plan how I get away with the 34 murders I just confessed to at the top of my voice. Or do I have to make it a nice even 40?"

Ooc: btw, um... persuasion?
I'm so dead

Fourier · 23-05-2018 6:32pm

One of the dwarves pauses.

"Come on, she's obviously a foreigner, didn't the Glorious Ash of Dwarrowtown teach us that other races might not understand the creed, Retula has helped us find glory"

Tardin casts a foul look in the dwarves direction.

"Then ye can die with her, nobody insults BandyLegs while I stand idly by, now ye either take that back girl, or else..."

Banjo · 23-05-2018 7:02pm

Ooc : is Tardin the fancy dagger guy or the ball of magic guy?

Also, did they take approximately 6 seconds to consider backing down by any chance?

Fourier · 23-05-2018 7:18pm

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : is Tardin the fancy dagger guy or the ball of magic guy?

Also, did they take approximately 6 seconds to consider backing down by any chance?

OOC: Sorry the original should have said he spins up the ball in one hand and has the knife in the other, same guy.

And yes definitely six or more seconds.

Banjo · 23-05-2018 7:29pm

Ooc : so summoning Mr H as an action during that time is legit? Sweet.

She stands.
"Gentleman, you have been good and true travelling companions, and if my words have caused you offense, I apologise.

But you!" She excaims pointing a treated bolt at Tardin, "you pulled a knife and a whatever-that-is on me! You're getting your ass kicked, buddy. Outside! What I do is messy and I'm not losing my bed or my security deposit over you!"

She rises to leave.

"You think Randylegs would stand over this? Let's go ask him together. I have nothing better to do!"

She heads for the street. Let me know if she makes it.

Fourier · 23-05-2018 7:37pm

She reaches the street safe and sound. There is some shouting inside as the dwarves have a heated argument. Tardin comes out with his head down.

"Lass, I've been uncouth, me faith gets the better of me at times, I just want ta live up to de ideal he set for us."

He extends his hand.

"The others have convinced me I was wrong...friends?"

Banjo · 23-05-2018 8:29pm

Ooc : sounds a lot like I get surprise....

"Friends?"
(Eldritch Blast)
"There's no friends after that! Just the ticking of the clock till one of us smothers the other in their sleep. And I don't sleep."

Fourier · 23-05-2018 8:33pm

The blast, hits Tardin dead on, killing him instantly by shattering the front of his skull. His corpse falls backward with smoke rising from the face.

The other dwarves rush out to see what the commotion is.

"You...you...monster..." says the one that defended Retula earlier.

They charge.

OOC: Init

Fourier · 23-05-2018 9:14pm

Retula runs into the village and slings curses and blasts of energy summoned straight from the Raven Queen's domain of death at the dwarves. One impacts a dwarf's stomach, ripping it open, his guts spilling onto the village ground, the other gives its target third degree burns as he then dies from the hex rotting his flesh, he screams in pain loud enough to wake the village.

The villagers begin to become incensed. Those who ride a unicorn are pure of heart, obviously these dwarves are evil, corrupted. A small mob forms around them and beats them to death. One dwarf stands, bloodied. With every once of strength he roars.

"I WON'T GO OUT LIKE THIS, BANDYLEGS, HEAR ME, I AM YOURS, DOURRUMI DIMBREAKER WILL FIGHT AS YOU DID. MAY I MEET YOU IN YOUR HALLS!"

He undoes a clasp on his clothes and faces the villagers nude, like a true dwarf. A cutlass gets him a few moments later.

D&D II Act One Scene III - The Lost World

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