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Game Master Helix Moltaran


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You are all gathered for a celebration in Kenabres. The earth begins to shake and you look up to see an Silver Dragon Battling a Demon.
The Earth opens and you fall into darkness, the last thing you see being the Dragon dying by the demons whip.

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

"Ugh," Tindómiel groans. Her head and neck throb thunderously with each heartbeat, and she feels jagged-edged stones digging into her back and sides. She opens her eyes, and when that makes no difference to the darkness, puts a hand to the brooch on her breast. Her eyes flash pink, and a moment later the brooch starts to glow the same color. She sees the air clouded with thick rock dust, explaining the dry, scratchy feeling in her nose and throat.

"Hello?" she calls, rising to her feet and panning the impromptu light around her. "Is anyone there? Is anyone hurt?" She puts a sleeve over her mouth to breathe. She desperately wants some company. Even if she has to take care of them, together they'll be able to make sense of where they are, and of the half-remembered images of blood, devestation and horror that surface in Tindómiel's memory.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

"Oww!" Estagar moves the fauchard out from under him and rubs the indentation in his face where he had being laying on it. Then he rubs his temples to soothe the pounding in his skull.

Dust in the mouth as weĺl.. uh.... must be under the city somewhere

Now that he's a bit more conscious he here's the lady calling. . "Over here" he says.


What in the 9 hells, Terendelev... Nnnnoooo!!!

What how am I alive, that fall seemed like miles. Where am I. Oh no there are others.

Is everyone ok, lets see 1,2,3...Please sound off if you can so that I may offer aid. It seems we have fallen bellow the city. I saw Terendelev get struck down from who I assume must be the Stormking. I don't know how or what this means, but that we can shelf for now. Whom is hurt? My name is Gabriel, I am a Paladin of Iomedae, I was to swear my oath to the crusade today. Please call out.

You sir, I see you give me a moment.
Gabriel goes to Estagar and offers a hand up.

There must be others, can you help me?

He then looks around for others that may be moving but unable to speak.

Hope your cool with this. I have done the opening of this game 3 or 4 times now. So I assume those of us from here know the stuff in the players guide and pretty much what happened.


Male Gnome Oracle Of Life 1 (Dual Cursed Oracle)

Svett enjoyed the celebration and the regaling of tales. However, what was not expected by Svett was hearing the sounds of war. Under such stress, Svett could not make sense of it. Especially because of his partial blindness and continued utterance of celestial. He heard the screams of the dead, he felt his own weight leave from the ground, and that was it.

Svett's eyes open, and he staggers himself up from the ground. Fresh lacerations are on his body, but nothing harsh enough. He grabs his holy symbol and mutters a quick prayer, "Svett pray, lead Svett safely. "


A member of the crusade? I am Anevia, a scout for the Golden Eagle Watch. My wife is also a paladin. Calls out a feminine voice.

Help. I'm dying, someone please help!! I will pay you. calls out a high pitched male voice.

Can anyone help. Is there any light. Calls a deep melodic voice.

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

Beaten to the first voice she'd heard call out, Tindómiel produces her notebook and pen and jots down Gabriel's name and hers. Next to each name she hatches a box diagonally from top left to bottom right. She sees a gnome start to rise from the rubble-pile, catches what sounds like his name, and adds it and another box of hatching. But it sounds like there are others stirring to life all around, and what she has is only the bare bones of an organized system.

"Everybody listen," she calls, firmly but calmly. "My name is Tindómiel. If you can walk, come to me, in the red light. If you can't, Gabriel will find you." Seeing Gabriel start to look around, she rips out a few pages from her journal and levitates them over to him. This is followed shortly after by a spare pen, the butt end of which glows with a small yellow light. "Try and record everybody's names and injuries, Gabriel" she says, lowering her voice but losing none of her insistence. "Especially if they're too hurt to walk. I think at least one may not be able to see," she adds more softly still, so only the paladin can hear. How else would the owner of that deep voice have missed her light? Before her mood can darken at that thought, she turns abruptly to the man Gabriel had helped to his feet.

"I don't think I have your name, sir," she says, already hatching in another box but leaving plenty of room.

What we have here, see, is a classic mass casualty incident.


Anevia.. Do you need help? He looks to her.

My good sir. You are alive and from what I can see not injured beyond repair. You are dressed as a lord and I shall call you such, but My Lord may I help those who can not help themselves first.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Hearing the deep voice call he approaches and helps the elf to his feet.

My friend there is little light here, we have fallen bellow the city. It seem your eyes have been damaged. Please stand here while I check on the others. I will send someone to aid you to a seat while we figure this out.

Gabriel then heads over to Anevia hoping the irate man has calmed a bit. As he does he hears another female voice call out and float some paper his way.

Tindomiel was it? While I appreciate well kept records now is not the time. Please assist the elven man as he has lost his sight. Is anyone able to create light. I don't carry torches as I have the blood of the angels and can see in the dark. Now miss Anevia lets get you up.

Gabriel assess her condition as he sees Svet get up.

I assume you are called Svet. Are you ok there?


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

"Inheritors grace light our way" I cast light... multiple times if needed.

"I am Estagar Inquisitor of Iomedae. We should gather together, figure out what happened. Fix what injuries we can and then get to finding a way out"

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

Tindómiel takes a deep, calming breath through her sleeve. How were they supposed to know if anybody wandered off, or if they took a turn for the worse, without a list? No matter. She'd just make it all herself. Estagar's name joins his diagonal hatching, and "Lord" gets one as well. Anevia and the deep-voiced elf, however, have their boxes filled with scattered points of ink. Both are awake, but neither, from what she can tell, can walk without help.

"You heard Gabriel, Estagar," says Tindómiel. "My kinsman needs me. But we can still stick together if you and Svett come too."

She had to steel herself at the sight of the elf. He wasn't bleeding, but only because his face had been cruelly cauterized. It had the look, and smell, of charred meat. There was virtually nothing left of his eyes. "Hildenen," she murmurs. She gently takes his hands in hers to let him know she's here. "Nanyë Tindómiel, parmandil Morirámaitello." she says clearly. "Ecë nin manyal?" Her patient nods. "Vaituva antalya," she explains, ripping off the bottom of her cloak and cleansing it with magic before wrapping and tying it in the back like she would a blindfold. She unclasps the remainder of her cloak, and drapes it over the other elf's shoulders.

"Enyalyë cilmessë? Marntë?" She has a pretty good idea by now. There was an attack, and the defenders had lost, badly. The ground had opened up and swallowed them down. It is a miracle they are still alive. But it's important to keep someone injured this badly talking so he doesn't sink into apathy, and so she can listen to his breathing.

Elven:
"By the Inheritor."

"I am Tindómiel, a librarian from the Blackwing."

"May I help you?"

"I am going to bandage your face."

"Do you remember your name? What happened?"

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

Sorry, forgot to roll things.

Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17


female Catfolk Bard 1

That was not the celebration was it? Dreaming yes yes, We are in a bad no good dream.

A soft voice began in the darkness sounding forlorn. The sound of voices however seemed to snap her out of her self examinations. At the sound of requests for light and names she carefully clears her throat.

I am called Tuli, I am a bard yes yes, of iomedae as well, well sort of. Will more magical lights be needed?

She asked slowly making her way into the light slowly eyes gleaming as her tail twitch quite unhappily. Her ears were laid back. So much sadness clawed at her. Seeing the others hurt too. She swallowed unsure of what to do.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

I go investigate the mans voice that said he was dying "Where are you sir? How badly are you hurt?"


Estagar wrote:
I go investigate the mans voice that said he was dying "Where are you sir? How badly are you hurt?"

Its terrible. I'm dying. The fall must be the thing that is killing me.

From what you can see this man has no serious injuries.


Tindómiel Itarillë wrote:


"Enyalyë cilmessë? Marntë?" She has a pretty good idea by now. There was an attack, and the defenders had lost, badly. The ground had opened up and swallowed them down. It is a miracle they are still alive. But it's important to keep someone injured this badly talking so he doesn't sink into apathy, and so she can listen to his breathing.

** spoiler omitted **

Elven:

Hello, miss Tindómiel. Thank you. My name is Aravashnial. I am, a mage of some power. I was blinded by the demons whip, as I ran to fight it. Thank you for helping.


Gabriel helps the young woman up.

There you go miss Anevia, are you alright now?

He looks to all the others.

So eight of us have made it. We seem to be in a cavern of sorts. If we are lucky we will find a way out. Please everyone take a moment to gather yourselves. I'm going to search for an exit.

after helping Anevia Gabriel start to look around for an exit from there current location.


Gabriel, The Just wrote:

Gabriel helps the young woman up.

There you go miss Anevia, are you alright now?

You Help her up, but as you leave, she falls back to the ground. i think I have a broken leg


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

Addressing the man

"Here let me help you up good sir, I am Estagar and you are?"

Estagar helps the man to stand

"Lets see how you are, how do you feel? can you walk?"


female Catfolk Bard 1

A broken leg? Thats very bad no good at all. Perhaps we can fashion you a splint? I will help you move....wait. Where are we moving too?

She asked heading torwards the sound of Anevia's voice.


Male Gnome Oracle Of Life 1 (Dual Cursed Oracle)

Svett responds with a grimace, "Svett fine." Svett draws his divine power in his right hand, which turns orange in color. "Let Svett see. The causal link of life be."

Casts death watch. Duration 10 minutes. Can see if subjects are dead, fragile (alive and wounded, with 3 or fewer hit points left), fighting off death (alive with 4 or more hit points), healthy, undead, or neither alive nor dead (such as a construct). Deathwatch sees through any spell or ability that allows creatures to feign death.

Svett moves to assess each person's condition in relation to his power's criterion.


Gabriel heads back to Anevia as she falls.

My lady for what has happened and with a broken leg your are handling yourself quite well. I could see why of follower of Iomedae would fancy you. Now sit here. Tuli will aid and look for something to splint your leg, while I figure out if we can get out of here.

Gabriel gives a nod to Tuli and continues to look about after assisting Anevia to a rock to sit.

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

"Mahtenelyë Raumaran!?" Tindómiel allows herself a few moments of awed staring, secure in the knowledge that Aravashnial can't see her. "That was very brave," she says, lapsing back into the common tongue, "but I have to tell you … he took your eyes. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry." She pets the back of his hand soothingly.

"At most I can keep you from getting worse," she explains, "and guide you to the surface if we can find a path. I'm sure we'll find someone who can help." That is, of course, a lie. Kenabres, once so secure in its four girdles, is probably a demon-choked wasteland by now. But it's a lie Tindómiel forces herself to believe. She'd probably go mad otherwise.

Elven:
"You fought the Storm King!?"


Svett Koon wrote:

Svett responds with a grimace, "Svett fine." Svett draws his divine power in his right hand, which turns orange in color. "Let Svett see. The causal link of life be."

Casts death watch. Duration 10 minutes. Can see if subjects are dead, fragile (alive and wounded, with 3 or fewer hit points left), fighting off death (alive with 4 or more hit points), healthy, undead, or neither alive nor dead (such as a construct). Deathwatch sees through any spell or ability that allows creatures to feign death.

Svett moves to assess each person's condition in relation to his power's criterion.

You sense the presence of 2 healthy beasts, and a dead one in the same area. You also see a lot of death from a bunch of piled up rocks near by.

can everyone make a perception check?


Tindómiel Itarillë wrote:


** spoiler omitted **

elven:

No faught. I tried, and was sorely beaten.Though i should still be strong enough to help you out.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15


female Catfolk Bard 1

perception: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16


in the wall of rubble you see a few small shining objects


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

"Excuse me sir, you seem to alright for the moment i an just going to check out some objects laying on the ground over there, anything we can find will help"

I cast light near the shining objects and go look at them.


Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Gabriel still wondering around the cavern looking for a way out...

I see them too Estagar, they don't look like coins.

Still searching for exit.

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

"Not unless we really need it," says Tindómiel firmly. "You need to rest."

Tindómiel notices Estagar and Gabriel investigating the shards glinting in the rubble, and while she is loath to leave Aravashnial alone, she can help from where she is. She attunes her gaze to the flow of magic, and turns it fully on the pile.

Cast detect magic.


female Catfolk Bard 1

What... what are those sparkly things I wonder?

The curious catfolk began, Her head tilting slightly as she moved quickly to investigate, one pawlike hand on the hilt of her rapier on her hip.


Tindomiel you detect strong magic auras of various agic schools.

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1
GM Calvus wrote:
Tindomiel you detect strong magic auras of various agic schools.

Fascinating! I keep looking, long enough to do this:

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31


Well You get the feeling they are scales from a dragon.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

Estagar picks up the scales

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

"Be careful, Estagar," says Tindómiel. "I can feel strong magic in those scales. If … " her voice catches and she takes a calming breath, "if they belonged to Terendelev, or Halaseliax, or their kin, it probably won't hurt us, but it could be unstable."


The scales are silver, and there are 5 of them


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

Estagar holds the scales up for the rest to see and examine


Those are the scales of Terendelev. I saw the Stormking strike her down before the earth opened. That is all that remains of our protector.

Gabriel wipes a tear that wells up as he speaks. He drops to his knee and says a short prayer to Iomedae asking to take care of the dragons soul.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

Well lets use our combined wits and see if we can determine if there is anything up with them. I hand one to each of the pc's so we can examine the scales and see if there is anything harmful about them.


While there are five, may everyone roll a d4, to determine the type.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

1d4 ⇒ 2


female Catfolk Bard 1

type: 1d4 ⇒ 1

The scales of.... the ..the

The catfolk said softly her voice trailing off. She looked like she was positively about to cry. She sniffled wiping at her eyes ears dropping tail hanging limp.


Gabrile puts a hand on Tuli's shoulder.

I could be mistaken, but it seemed she used her last bit of strength to safen our fall. We should treasure these and remeber what she was to the city and to us. We will champion her. I came this day to swear my oath to the crusades. Now I stand here with all of you. The survivors and the chosen of Terendelev. I swear my oath to protect and serve all of you. We shall be known as the order of the silver scales. Let these be the light that leads you in this darkness. We must get back to the city. It may be lost but the people may not. Who among you is with me?

Gavin stares at the scale and then looks each person in the eyes as he speaks. Then back to the scale holding it up to the heavens as he finishes.

1d4 ⇒ 1

We don't have to use that name or anything. Just went with the moment and what I thought a young paladin may do in this situation.


Male Half Elf Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)1 HP:12/12|AC:17|T:11|FF:16|CMB:+5|CMD:16|Fort:+4|Ref:+1|Will:+0|Init:+1|Perc :+2|

"I will not champion her as only Iomedae has that honour, but I shall honour her as best I can"

Silver Crusade

Female elf arcanist 1

1d4 ⇒ 4

"I am, and I think it's a beautiful name: Heren Telperelmion, Aþâraibrînpathumân*." Tindómiel cups her scale in her outstretched hands. "I don't think I'd be a very good knight, though."

* pronounced Af-ohr-eye-breen-path-um-ohn.

Elven:
"Order of the Silver Scales"

Celestial:
"Order of the Silver Scales"


female Catfolk Bard 1

She nodded wiping at her face again.

"yes yes, make the demons pay.

She said still sniffling slightly but taking on a more determined look. She would not fail Terendelev... or at least she wouldnt try to. She knew she was neither strong nor hale, butshe knew she had other redeeming qualities.

We can still help the knights yes yes, support with our skills and magics! She offered the pretty elf with a toothy grin.


Male Gnome Oracle Of Life 1 (Dual Cursed Oracle)

1d4 ⇒ 3

Upon his approach, Svett looks over everyone, "Hurt? Anyone?" Svett does not shed a tear of any kind at seeing the dragon's scale. Svett was not able to see the confrontation that was far beyond his reach. The gnome would be excitable at the appearance of the talking cat, but Svett was not due to the doom and gloom. He does his best to cheer people up, "Svett help will! Smile, Smile, Smile, and need no frown. Grim it may be, but light shine see." Their survival depended on some form of lifting mood according to Svett.

Svett casts light

DM Calvus wrote:
You sense the presence of 2 healthy beasts, and a dead one in the same area. You also see a lot of death from a bunch of piled up rocks near by.

How are the conditions of the npc's we just met? And umm... the beasts...


Svett Koon wrote:


DM Calvus wrote:
You sense the presence of 2 healthy beasts, and a dead one in the same area. You also see a lot of death from a bunch of piled up rocks near by.
How are the conditions of the npc's we just met? And umm... the beasts...

the people you met re all not near dying. neither are the beasts.

Everyone who has a scale:
1=Cloud walking: Three times per day as a standard action,
a scale can be used to cast levitate. A pillar of roiling clouds
rises below the levitating object or creature, growing and
shrinking with the target's altitude. This pillar is 5 feet in
diameter (regardless of the target's size) and provides
concealment (2 00/o miss chance) to any creature or object
wholly contained within.

2=Disguise: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale
can be used to cast alter self. While disguised, the target gains
a +4 bonus on all Bluff checks made against evil creatures

3=Resistance: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale
can be used to cast resist elements-but only against electricity
or cold.

4=Sacred Weaponry: Three times per day as a standard action,
a scale can be used to cast align weapon, but only to make a
weapon lawful or good. Unlike a normal align weapon spell,
this effect can be cast on an unarmed strike or natural weapon.

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