DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
It was actually from Kobold Press. They don’t seem to have the Pathfinder edition still for sale, but this is the 5th edition version
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
When I saw Shadow talking about dropped plot points in another game, it reminded me of this long one I dropped into this game some 15 years ago. The player who experienced it is gone, so it can never be explored, but I was ready to have the group experience the wonder and terror of the Kingdom of the Ghouls: Old post 2008: Blacky finds a small niche in the tunnel wall she can huddle into. The tread of feet resolve themselves into a party of four beings. Blacky can smell a mixture of rot , perfume and mortuary chemicals coming off them. Whoever they are, they are no longer among the living.
The beings walk in a diamond formation, with one small burly plate-clad dwarf in front and one in back. The dwarves are unremarkable, save that their skin is deathly pale with an underlying purplish tint and their eyes glow red. Sharp teeth peep out of their grim mouths. Both carry large war hammers. In the middle are two strange beings. The first is a tall slender elf with pale purple-tinted skin, red eyes, and prominent shark-like teeth. His nails are manicured, but they extend much farther than they should, come to sharp points, and are painted black. He is dressed in a rich black silk tunic and hose, and sports several jewelry pieces of considerable worth on his person. A pair of matched rapiers in bejeweled scabbards rest at his hip. A black silk cloak flows behind him, clasped at his shoulder with a brooch of onyx with a pattern of three silver skulls diagonally embossed on it. A stylish floppy black beret covers his bald head. The beret has a triple-skull brooch on it as well. He carries a brass cage that holds a large beetle. The beetle sheds an odd yellow-green luminance from its back area. The second being shares the corpse-pale purple-tinted coloring, red eyes and sharp teeth of the others. He is human-looking, dressed in a dark robe covered in silver-colored cabbalistic symbols. The robe is secured with a wide jeweled belt that carries several large pouches and a scabbarded dagger. He wears a circlet of black iron decorated with blood-red crystal skulls on his bald wrinkled head. A set of iron-studded leather gauntlets cover his hands, and several pieces of expensive jewelry decorate him. In one hand he carries a large leather-bound tome. In the other he holds a large rune-covered spear, which he twitches slightly towards the pale elf while he is talking for emphasis. A black translucent pyramidal crystal traces an orbit around his head. Their sibilant conversation becomes clearer as they approach. Robe-clad human : “ … I tell you Vidession, I need to report some progress to His Eternal Nocturnal Majesty when I return to Darakhul. He hungers for the Crown, and he is a ghoul with little patience for excuses.” Silk-clad elf, presumably Vidession : “The Pale Emperor needs to understand that Sigil is a hard city to navigate, even with the aid of our demonic allies. The information we seek here is sought by several groups, not least the Black Prince’s minions. My agents and I have been combing the Lady’s Library and many private collections, but some doors resist even my charms.” The four beings come to a halt near Blacky’s hiding place. Blacky can see a mangy patchwork-furred cat riding on the robed man’s shoulders, its body hideously disfigured with stitched scars. The cat seems to be pieced together out of several different felines, and its eyes glow a pale swamp- gas green. The stink of dead flesh and strong perfume assaults Blacky’s nose. The robe-clad pale human snorts derisively. “Faugh! You do not have to return to the White City and stand before Emperor Nicoforus upon his Throne of Skulls and report failure. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t stake me on the surface for the sun to crisp!” Vidession chuckles. “Nicoforus will rant and glower, but he values your wisdom too highly to do aught but grumble, Eressar. Dress the failure in the garments of success. Tell him I am following several promising lines of information on the whereabouts of the Crown, and it will be within his pale clutches soon.” Robed human(?), presumably Eressar: “ Easier said than done, Vidession. Nicoforus wants the Crown, not reassuring words. See that you follow up on those promising lines of information before the Black Prince’s agents do.” Vidession looks at the sewer tunnel wall. “Is this the spot?” Eressar nods. He hands his spear and tome to one of the silent dwarves. He brings a small vial of reddish liquid and a horsehair brush from within a belt pouch. “I will say my farewells here.” Eressar grumbles “Just remember that all of our hard-won power and influence at the Buried Court rests on finding that thrice-dammed Crown for our Dread Emperor. The future expansion of our Empire depends upon its magic. Spare no effort Vidession. Your undeath hangs in the balance. “ Eressar uncorks the vial and the metallic reek of fresh blood fills the sewer. He dips the brush in the vial, using it to draw a door-shaped form and several strange runes on the cobwebbed sewer wall. A portal flares to life and Eressar and the two silent plate-clad dwarves step through. Blacky smells a miasmic reek of carrion, mold and old rotted things issuing from the portal. Blacky roll me a Perception Check.. Vidession stays at the entrance of the portal until it fades. When the stones have returned to their original form he takes a small cloth and wipes the blood smears away. When finished he walks away down the sewer tunnel, lantern beetle swinging.
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Yeah, I know sometimes the details get fuzzy after a few months I posted this back in November: Dungeon Monkey wrote:
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
David M Mallon wrote: Guns are loud. How did I not know about this movie?. I need to see this yesterday.
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Celestial Healer wrote: If I’m looking at things right, there is no way for Tragon to engage the croc in melee, correct? And I am unaware of what is going on with Jakun? You can engage this round. I had had you retreat to 13 Spider to get a heal. You can attack through friendlies this round. You are close enough for a move/atk sequence. I have been fairly liberal with the hearing of Jakun fighting, so yes, you can hear that there is something awry farther back in the hallways. However, the albino is looking a lot pinker these days ....
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Oh and let us not forget that poor Narl is beset by a very large and surly crocodilly …..
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
So, I had had Jakun out of melee, but now we will have to sinter everything together. This is what I see using the main initiative tracker as the baseline: RD 1: Jakun had headed out to the tunnel, and went to check the door
So, IF Anyone wants to go towards Jakun’s position, this is where they’ll be at by round. I know the timeline is bumpy, but I didn’t think this opportunity would have happened like it did.
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David M Mallon wrote: Two natural 20s on two separate threads, and they were for something other than Initiative rolls or Perception checks... everything's coming up Milhouse. FIFY
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Ok. So my week is still going crazy. However I have partially updated the combat. Hopefully it clears up a bit of the confusion. Currently Jakun has removed himself from your melee, and is trying to flank the crossbowmen (I think). I’ll need some actions from the higher scorers so I can get down to the mob’s turn.
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
David M Mallon wrote:
Thanks man. I had a really hard week, and I am just rolling into my normal 12-hour shifts on the weekend, so we'll pick up Monday likely
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Yeah, they were good in the fact that they used the crowd to get away quickly. It always sounds good to want to beat them, but … There were at least three of them in the pickpocket ring. Probably more like five. They were likely natives of NOLA, and being a portly man with bad knees edging closer to sixty than fifty with a 4’11 fiancée in tow I didn’t feel comfortable starting a brawl in a very big and tight crowd. Five million ways THAT could have gone sideways. Honestly, I’m glad I had the experience of Bourbon Street, if for nothing else than to give my brain context when I read about it. But, at this point in my life I don’t think I’d want to repeat the experience.
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Yeah, I had a couple of people fight me over the beads. However, I let them go because, they are FNCKING BEADS! Amirite? Life is too short to get twisted up about some cheap plastic beads. I mean we got all this without much effort.
DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE
Storyteller Shadow wrote:
Well, good news: there were bewbs on display later on in the evening. Bad news: mostly they faced the bead tosses so you only saw them from the back. Although one woman was completely topless in the crowd which was a daring choice. So my adventure with the New Orleans thieves guild: In the crush of Bourbon Street, a man and woman who seemed to be drunk, plowed into me. They stayed pressed very close, like I couldn’t get them off me. Then I felt a man go for my back pocket. Fortunately, being a paranoid soul I had moved my wallet to my front pocket. I would have shrugged it off to possibly just my imagination, but …. Five minutes later the same trio tried the same thing AGAIN! Literally plowing into me and the dipper going after my back pocket a second time. I guess they were upset their first try came up dry and they figured a fat merchant-looking guy like me had to have a coin purse bulging with gold. But after my initial anger, I was fascinated by the classic distraction/restraint/dip method they used. I’m sure there was another person in the crowd to hand my wallet off to if they had snagged it.
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