With Strange Aeons Even Death May Die

Game Master Synxol

We each dwell upon an island forged by our ignorance amidst the black seas of infinity. Should your feeble mind correlate the seemingly disassociated contents of your skull, thus affording you an opportunity to leave your island behind, terrifying vistas of reality will entomb you and you will never know peace.

It was only a matter of time...every species can smell its own extinction. The last ones left won't have a pretty time of it.


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Silver Crusade

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Wrathe sees the magic of the lit staff as being very similar if not the same as a minor Light spell. He didn't see Dainoth cast it, but if that's what it is, it will turn off at some point.

The group figures it has been around one and a half hours since appearing in the library.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Ssilax continues to examine the carving on the door, while he waits for it to be opened up by his friends.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Spells were fuelled by those that cast them, and Dainoth was a very powerful magus indeed, so this simple light spell might last a very long time indeed. Being unable to dismiss the spell forces Wrathe to improvise, so he removes his cloak and wraps it around the end of the weapon to block out the light.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian stands ready as Daxniss examines the door.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"Whomever carved this door had far too much time on their hands that could have been used for something else," Ssilax whispers to the others. He rose from where he had been crouching. The dragonkin had felt a bit of a cold breeze wafting from underneath the door and had crouched down to examine it more closely.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss let's out a sigh of relief as nothing blew up from Wrathe lifting the torch, nodding to the others takes the time to locate in her training where traps could be placed.

perception check on the door:

Taking 20 for the door= 27 (20 for die, + 6 for perception check and + 1 for the rogue's class ability which adds 1/2 of a rogue's level to perception checks and disable device checks (minimum of + 1)

Silver Crusade

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Daxniss finds no traps on the door. It seems it is barred somehow from the other side, though.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

"How can we best help Daxniss?"

Wrathe steps back and leaves the rogue to do her thing.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Looking closer at the depictions of human sacrifice, the dragonkin's time spent with the Healer kicks in. As his sapphire orbs look over the gruesome carvings of slaughter, a sense of detachment grows with in his mind. The young theurge mentally checks to see if the being that carved the door had any real knowledge of human anatomy.

Ooc:
Heal check to see if the carvings are anatomically correct (heart placement, organs shown, etc). 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" The door isn't trapped however, it is barred on the other side. " Daxniss says after her study of the door


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe moves to examine the hinges, wondering if they could pop the pins and simply pull the locked door down.


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon looks under the door. Depending how much room is under there, he hopes he may be able to see something.

"I have a crowbar to help with the pins," he says. "So you can't open this, Daxniss?"

Silver Crusade

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Ssilax looks over the door with a critical eye and finds it too difficult to say much about any anatomical sophistication of the artist(s) because the carvings are small and the detail not fine. He finds examples of what might be pulling intestines from a living person, and other similar scenes. Heads separated from bodies look pretty dead.

Wrathe examines the hinges. They look to be made of solid iron, with the hinge pins closed off on both ends. Of course, nothing is unbreakable, and just knocking off one end of a pin should free it up to be removed. That's where Argon's crowbar might be handy.

Argon looks under the door, and finds a thin leather cover blocking his sight. It is worn and frayed where it meets the floor. However, it is pretty easy to lift it up with a hand and see past. What he sees with his darkvision is a hall stretching away from the doors, at least to a point farther along where another light, more red than yellow, can be seen, roughly two hundred feet away.


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon stands and digs through his pack to produce a bent iron bar with a wedges at the ends. He first gives the doors a pull, and finds them pretty strong. Next he checks to see which door has an astragal (the part on one door that covers the gap between the doors), if one exists. On the door without the astragal (or either door if there is no astragal), he goes to the hinges and sees what he can do to remove the pins, using the crowbar and Dorian's climber's kit hammer. and pitons.

Silver Crusade

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Argon finds the hinge to be solid and well made. Though there is a covering of rust, it is merely on the surface, and the hinges are oiled. Someone maintains this door, obviously.

Hammering away, he is eventually able to damage the head of one pin enough that it breaks off. The door is now partially loose, and he may be able to pull it 'open' from the bottom, or at least get to the bar on the other side and open it.

Reaching in, he manages to pull the iron bars (there are three of them, but they are really thick) so the door now swings free, though it is kind of broken.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"Well, if we haven't woken the dead, that probably did," Ssilax mutters to himself, rubbing his earslits. He peeks through the broken door, looking into the new area.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

He glances at the hinges in an accusatory manner. Their oiled nature belied any real hope that might come from the necromancer having already succumbed to their own eternal slumber.

Wrathe turns about, not really all that excited to have their back to such a large drop, especially against the potential of an onrush of fetid mass, and figures that they didn't really have any other choice.

"Let us hie from this place with alacrity."

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian assists Argon as well as he can.

Once the door opens, he peers intently at the hallway.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Silver Crusade

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With the door open, and no light on your end, you are looking down a dark hall with a reddish light at the end. Or it might not be at the end...

Dorian notices something, and, moving to the right side, confirms that there is something along the hall, perhaps a hundred or a hundred and fifty feet along, that is against the wall and silhouetted against the red light. Perhaps it's just 'human' nature to think this, but it seems to be approximately human sized.


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon thinks about his falcata, which he prefers, and his staff, which has served him well against the skeletons. He chooses his staff. If it comes down to it, he can always drop it on the floor and pull out his falcatae in a jiffy.

So he keeps his staff ready, and, looking carefully at the floor, walls and ceiling, starts walking slowly away from the large skeleton chamber.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian silently points out the silhouette to Argon, before following at his side.

stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss had been more glad that the others were willing find another way through the barred door, the entire time she had been keeping watch, hoping that nothing would start investigate the noise. Perhaps using undead to guard one's quarters due to the fact they were unable to think for themselves, or check who was making all that noise.
Daxniss let's Dorian and Argon take the lead, padding along after the two, one hand resting on her borrowed sling, keeping an eye on what Dorian had pointed out where the figure had lied in wait.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Looking into the darkened passage, complete with an ominous red light, Ssilax shakes his head slightly. "So much for us being that lucky," he whispers to himself.

Gripping his weighted spear, Ssilax follows the others, keeping his eyes and earslits open, and his mouth shut.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Not much for skulking about, as his studies had followed a different path, though Wrathe figured he could at least give it a shot.

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 6


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Taking a cue from the others, the young dragonkin attempts to be stealthy. Dragons tend to lack in physical sneakiness, and Ssilax was no exception to this rule.

Seeing the rest of the two legged folks start being quite as if hunting prey, Dog's ears fold back slightly and the familiar crouches down slightly as he follows the others example.

Ooc:
Ssilax's Stealth check:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20. Dog's Stealth check:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian finds it difficult to stay quiet...

....so he races toward the silhouette.

Silver Crusade

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The group moves quietly and cautiously down the hall. They note that it is shorter than it is wide - about eight feet high, but maybe ten wide. The surface is flat but well worn, very easy to walk on.

They move quietly, that is, until Dorian decides to hurry, no, run, towards whatever or whoever is up there.

After a short sprint, he sees a figure, standing against the wall, hands over its head. The figure appears to be human sized, and almost naked.

A voice is heard from the figure, loud enough that all can hear it. It is a man's voice, but the words are difficult to make out. Still, the group has been speaking in common and undercommon for the most part, and what emerges from the silhouetted figure seems to be a mix of both of these tongues.

"Har, Thar ye be! Walcomb ta Hell!"


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Cryptic words left them more confused than silence had.

Wrathe pauses momentarily to adjust his satchel to a more comfortable position crossing to his other shoulder. Who knew when running might be a requirement to keep breathing.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss had been moving forward with stealth watching for any new figures on the wall.

ooc:
stealth check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Perception check 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Once Dorian started to rush forward abandoning stealth in favor of whatever it was that monks loved.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

To say that Ssilax was surprised when Dorian suddenly darted forward would have been an understatement. It was all the young Theurge could do to keep his scaled maw from dropping open. His mind quickly gets up to speed as the long legged half-living monk comes across the shadowed figure . The same figure that he had thought had been a trick of the shadows for a few moments.

When the figure speaks out in a mix of common and undercommon, Ssilax speaks up.

"Was that your attempt to begin a conversation? the robed dragonkin asks, speaking in Undercommon, his tone on voice was flat and cold. Or would you prefer my friends to bludgeon you to a messy stain on the floor?"


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon quickly follows Dorian, lest the monk get eaten up by whatever is there.

As he gets into visual sight of the man, he slows a little, wondering why his hands are over his head. Has he got some weapon trained on them?

Then he hears Ssilax's threat, and thinks, "Oh great!" With some trepidation he continues forward, trying to see this person more clearly, and why his hands are up there, or if they come down, what they are doing.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian halts within 5' of the...man.

He looks him over, nodding his head at the question from Ssilax.

He peers around the corridor, looking for any other bits of strangeness.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Silver Crusade

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Dorian is first to reach the man, followed shortly by Argon. The man is very muscular, and wearing only dirty shorts in this slightly cool hall. His hands are above his head because they are shackled, and the chains connecting them to the wall are short. He is shod in sandals that look to be made of cloth covering harder leather.

He has shoulder-length hair, a short but full beard, and he looks at you with seemingly intelligent eyes. Smiling eyes.

Soon the rest of the gang catches up. Thirty feet farther down you see a three-legged rat, sniffing around the floor and wall and doing a good job of ignoring you all. Beyond the rat you see some kind of red glowing ... stuff (fungus, perhaps?) ... attached to the walls.

He responds in Undercommon. "If ya wanna be ta scarin' off tha rats, ye need ta make more noise th'n that!" He look at Dorian's face with a cocktail of interest, defiance, and humor as he says it.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian steps the the other side of the man.

He divides his attention between him and the hall.


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"Okay, this I wasn't really expecting," Ssilax says as he gets a good look at the man chained to a wall. "Hmm, well, I would take a guess that this isn't our necromancer." The dragonkin looks over the human, not realizing that his cowl was hanging loosely around his throat and his hood was pulled back.

"Not to be overly forward, but, you wouldn't happen to know the way back to the surface from here would you?" The young Theurge looks at the chains clapped around his raised wrists. "We should be able to get those chains off you, and help you get to get out of here as well."

Looking over at Wrathe, Ssilax nods slightly.

"Do you see any off putting auras around? Or is Dax free to work her magic?" Ssilax asks of his friend.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Magical senses probe the man and fungi alike.

Wrathe considers the strange mix of a man with what appears to be perfect nightvision and speaking in the tongue of those that live in eternal darkness.

Holding up his hand, softly imploring Daxniss to hold fast for a moment, he asks, "What brings you to be bound here sir? Who bound you here? What can you tell us of this place?"

The man probably had not been here long, considering the amount of muscle mass that he was carrying.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

" Sure let's just unchain the possible crazy person that is focusing on Dorian, what's the worse that could happen. " Daxniss mutters to herself, studying the man, if that is what he really was, closely. Daxniss wanted to help the man however, it was going to be hard to trust anything he said after all, he could see the group and understand undercommon.
Daxniss waits for Wrathe to inform her if there was any magical elements to the chains and shackles that were woven into the 'mans' bonds.

perception check on the shackled person.:

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Silver Crusade

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Wrathe sees the fungi giving off light down the hall, but it is not magical. Has read of rumors of such growths, and that they are used by underground societies who cannot see in complete darkness. The light coming from it is not great, but in total darkness even a candle can show things dimly. In this case, you can see each other very dimly in the red light, and you all look red.

The man has a magical aura on one hand! It is a ring, a clunky thing with a large flat signet on it. It has a weak aura of divination and abjuration about it. The man certainly looks human, though the only color you can see on him is red, from the fungal glow down the hall.

"Necromancer? I am certainly not. I'm a smuth." He uses a strange variation, even for undercommon, on 'smith'. Looking at his muscles, more impressive than even Argon's, you are not surprised by this. "As for this place, yaa will not want to be hare. You, yer not a human? What are ye, some kind o' lizard?" he says to Ssilax. "The best way out for yaa would be to go back whence ye came. Yaa avoided the dead once, ye can do it just once more. Or ye could keep going, and leave me be. Either way yu'll end up back thare." He points, with his chin, back to the doors you came through.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe patiently waits for the shackled man to field his questions while examining the luminescent fungi.

Knowledge: Nature: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

Ssilax sighs, succeeding in keeping his sapphire orbs from rolling towards the heavens.

"Yeah, some kind of lizard," the Theurge says rather flatly. He did manage to keep his annoyance out of his voice. The dragonkin really didn't like being called a lizard, but now wasn't exactly the time to explain the difference between lizards and dragons. Softskins never really seemed to understand the insult. 'Maybe I should start calling them bald monkeys.' the young dragonkin thinks to himself. He manages to keep the grin off of his scaled snout.

"Well, we already destroyed the ones back there," Ssilax says to the humanoid, hooking a clawed thumb over his shoulder towards the ruined door. "Why are you so eager to stay chained to the wall?" the dragonkin asks.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian listens to the conversation.

Perhaps, a quick scout?

He looks to Daxniss, nodding ahead down the tunnel.

stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Silver Crusade

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"If ye must know, it's not a big deal. Got into a disagreement, is all. Ol' Graff lost this one. Next time..."

Down the tunnel the rat has moved on, a bit farther away.

"Destroyed the-- All them skellies? What are you, skeleton blasters or somethin? Whadduh yaa want with us, then?"

Wrathe knows little about the fungi other than that it glows. There are supposedly fungi (glowing or not, he's not sure) which can be eaten, and some of those have fairly interesting properties - medicinal remedies, dreaming drugs, even poison. But he has not studied them extensively and so could not likely tell one from the other.

You all hear, very faintly, a bell being rung, eight times. The man smiles and says, "The food be a-comin! Don't be gettin any ideas, yaa, 'r'I'll bring the wrath of the Gray Master upon ye."


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Wrathe starts to collect fungi for later consideration and study.


Male Argon Gestalt Slayer-Cleric 12

Argon looks in the direction the sound of the bell came from. "Food is coming here, brought by someone? Will they show us the way out?"


Male Dragonkin Cleric/Wizard level 12

"Somehow I really doubt it." Ssilax mutters under his breath as he glances in the direction of the bell.

"Right, no problem from us, we'll not get in the way of the food," the dragonkin says to the shackled man. 'As long as we aren't on the menu that is.' Ssilax thinks to himself.

Reaching down, the young Theurge scratches Dog's ears. The familiar sits on his haunches, tongue hanging out as he enjoys the attention that he is getting.


Female Wyrmtouched Gestalt Unchained Rogue Sorcerer level 12

Daxniss shakes her head in an abortive message to Dorian and whispers to the other's " Let Us Lie in wait, finding a spot to hide and observe his captures, I'd rather not try and jump anyone until we see who or what is holding him. " Daxniss finishes.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian takes a step, before nodding in agreement.


Xthian Shadowcaster Conjurer / Gestalt Druid

Sidling up to the others, Wrathe asks in a whisper, "Think we should gag him in case he gets some ideas of warning those to come?"

He asks Daxniss if she trusts the strength of his bonds. The man was powerfully built and he did not want any surprises.

Turning his attention to bound man he asks, "Tell me of this Gray Master you spoke of. And how a human smith comes to work so far underground."

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unchained Rogue 1

Dorian smiles-kindly--at his friends.

We go forward to meet his lunch-giver. We turn back, hide, perhaps, ambush. Although, I don't see us as efficient at range. Or we can continue this interesting conversation, ignoring the coming event.

He turns forward, peering into the darkness.

Silver Crusade

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"The Gray Master requires sacrifice, and the priests are more than happy to 'form the rituals. As fer me, ya, I was baern underground, son of a smuth meself. We be deep down, but not hid, and we andeed trade with the neighbours 'bove. Used ta have Sneblins with us, little people, a hunnred years past twas. Had a fallin oot, they gone nae."

Daxniss and Argon inspect the chains and manacles holding the man - they seem to be of good quality, both material and design. Argon tells you that cheap chain links are round, or are not closed with metal. These ones are oval, and the ends are twisted and then welded together; and they are fairly heavy. The man tries to look more closely at Argon, then.

Now you see a torch light bobbing down the hall toward you, and beside it the face of a girl or a young woman. The three legged rat runs away, past her.

"Yaa got gold?" asks the man.

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