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Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:

Just curious, how large is the well? I have a scroll of Enlarge Person, which would give someone twice their height, longer reach, and a +2 str bonus, which I'm wondering if it would be helpful in this case to give better swim checks and hopefully allow whoever to not have to swim quite so deep to reach Namtar, but the well would have to have a large enough opening to admit an embiggened individual.

Alternatively, I also have a scroll of protection from evil, which would give the swimmer a +2 resistance bonus to saves, assuming this is an "effect created by evil creatures".

Could use one or both here.

The pool is about twenty feet across. An enlarged PC would fit in just fine. Also the pool is adequately evil for it the scroll to help.


Gay Male Inhuman
Namtar wrote:
Namtar refuses to yield and gen swims deeper into the water. His masters must find a way through the door.

Namtar took a deep breath and plunged down into the liquid. He dove into midnight itself, the cold only growing greater. In just a moment he vanished beneath the surface completely, as if he had never been there at all.

The plunged deeper despite the cold sapping his muscles and stealing force from each move for endless shivering, the liquid grew thicker and thicker as he went until Namtar was nearly digging through it. He struggled to gain any depth at all.

Namtar is 20 feet below the surface. He has 9 rounds of breath left before he needs to make Con checks. He is also down 8 points of Dex, putting him at 6. At 0 Dex he's unable to move and thus make swim checks. Figured I'd best stop here. Ascending will require swim checks, but they start out 5 points lower.

Rules Stuff:

Namtar will need swim checks to descend. No penalty on the first one. Since he's actively swimming, he's got his Con in rounds before running out of air.
Swim DC 10: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 he goes down. First round of breath.
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 no damage :(
Dex Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

That puts him at 10 feet. Next check is at -5 because stuff gets thicker.
Swim DC 10: 1d20 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 5 = 4 no progress. Second round of breath.
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Dex Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 5 dex damage now

Swim DC 10: 1d20 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 5 = 6 still no progress. Third round of breath.
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Dex Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 6 dex damage

Swim DC 10: 1d20 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 5 = 14 progress! He's 20 feet down now and four rounds of breath. Also it's -10 on future checks.
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Dex Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2 8 dex damage total

Going to stop here for now.


Gay Male Inhuman
Namtar wrote:
perhaps there is something at the bottom of the well? A key?. Namtar takes a deenbreath and jumps in.

Stunning cold engulfed Namtar in an instant, making muscles seize and stabbing icy daggers into his joints. A naked man alone on the sands in the full cold of night would not suffer so!

Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Dex Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Does he want to try to swim down and check things out still, or just get out and get warm?


Gay Male Inhuman
Chaïa Pomala wrote:

Chaïa shook her head as, hearing Saeri’s warning, she drew and strung her bow in case something tried to creep up on the group. “I’m afraid not – I only heard about the place on my way into town, when another traveller pointed out some landmarks to help me get my bearings. Then again, since the tomb hasn’t been … catalogued yet, I suppose maybe the miners just found something that looked promising nearby, rather than digging right into it?”

She shaded her eyes against the sun as she examined the abandoned outbuilding from a distance. Shrugging, and – to be quite honest – not being eager to suggest plunging into the mine immediately, Chaïa wandered over to examine the building more closely. How long ago was the mine abandoned, again?

Unless anyone thinks that’s a terrible idea, she’ll poke around to try to date the ruin, maybe see if the well has run dry, or try to figure how deep the water table is around here? Unless the well taps an underground stream, maybe the mine didn’t have much space to work with.

Chaïa guessed that the building had stood empty for decades, though probably not a century. She could see bird's nests and other debris through the gaping windows, along with some rotted and broken down furniture.

She joined Janus at the well, where both found the shaft in poor repair. Numerous stones had gone missing from its sides, letting dirt spill in. A large crack ran down one side, starting just a few feet below the surface. The stone Janus threw fell for two breaths before splashing into water somewhere in the darkness.


Gay Male Inhuman

Tribim saw only the strange, slow currents of the dark pool. If anything swam beneath the surface, he couldn't tell.

Arundel's examination of the triptych proved safe enough, but he found only that the obsidian bricks seemed uneven. Many had worn and chipped edges, but others appeared pristine as if they'd been cut and set by a careful, skilled hand mere days before.


Gay Male Inhuman

After Groomahk and Karek sampled the strange fluids the sworn band collected from below, Chotka took his turn. Alien vistas unfolded before his eyes, weird, unknown realms of color and light that turned and spun on themselves, merging and splitting in an endless, dazzling array. The sun and stars melted and dripped down, smelling of flowers, while the ground rose up and pulsed gently.

No one else saw those delights. To them, Chotka's face just went blank as he stared blindly ahead.

Rules Stuff:
The drinker is fascinated by visions of a far-off reality for 1d4 hours. An interruption that ends the fascination provokes incoherent anger (attack nearest creature) for 1d4 rounds. Strong addiction.

How long?: 1d4 ⇒ 1 hours. And Chotka is addicted to Numerian fluid.

Having reread the rules just now, I think strong addiction means that Chotka needs to not just get his fluid fix but also get this particular trip once per week, lest he suffer withdrawal.


Gay Male Inhuman

Surprise!
Bad Guy ACs: 15, T15, F12

Jakun realized that the other Companions might not see their new foe. He produced a torch from his pack, lit it, and cast it to their rear. Torchlight revealed the enemy to all.

Also forewarned, Thistletorp drew out his bow to put to good use.

The ghostly form descended on Jakun in a rush, seizing at his heart with translucent hands that passed through flesh as easily as air and left Jakun shaking with unnatural cold even as he pulled away. The minotaur felt them try to seize something else too and for a moment it seemed his magic might be torn from him before he resisted and pulled back.

Up ahead of the Companions, shuffling and scratching sounds erupted from behind the doors of many crypts.

End of Surprise

Rules Stuff:

Torch throwing. The exact square doesn't matter in so narrow a hallway, so it's just an issue of distance. Let's model it this way: hitting an intersection is AC 5. Jakun's tossing a torch, which we'll give a range increment of 10 since it's not very aerodynamic. It's about nine squares out, so 45 feet. That would be 3 increments worth of -2 penalties. Getting a torch right in front of the bad guy is AC 11. Every two points lower than that is 10 feet off.

How far?: 1d20 + 4 - 6 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 6 = 15 he's fine. Illuminated foe!

And the bad guy charges Jakun. Looks like his touch AC vs. incorporeals is 12.
Incorporeal touch: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 oh my
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Fort DC 16[/dice: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 no energy drain...yet.

And there are other bad guys, unseen. :)

Order is Jakun, Thistletorp, Bad Guy, Caitlyn, Eben, Mariel, Gilthanas. Jakun & Thitletorp are up again for round 1. Then it's the bad guy, then the rest of the party.


Gay Male Inhuman
Ljos wrote:

Can we assume the "Let Blink get spotted" plan went... according to plan?

Also: Sorry I've been a little out of it, term papers coming due.

Yes, everything works out.

Also: That's fine. Don't feel bad about it. :)


Gay Male Inhuman
Dommer wrote:

I can't say much without stepping on the dangerous zone, kid. - his words sound friendly, even though he wasn't charismatic at all.

With Falcon-like eyes, he tried to approach the space between the two active archways without stepping on the traps, and analyze if there's any hidden passage or something they're missing.

[dice=Perception]1d20+11

I guess we could simply go through the archs and see where they take us?

Dommer finds that the tracks appear to begin and end at the two glowing archways.

The archways have blank walls behind them. They're not open as such...but someone's been walking through.


Gay Male Inhuman
Groomahk wrote:

Groomahk's going to stay ignorant for a bit :-p

He'll also drink some strange liquids.. for fun

Groo is sickened for how many?: 1d4 ⇒ 1 hours


Gay Male Inhuman

Heard from Karek. He's still with us.

Also I meant to say this earlier, but still works now: You're second level. Have fun.


Gay Male Inhuman

Misunderstanding Re: Arundel. He did not trip any traps and is not damaged.

Dommer wrote:

From where he is, Dommer tries to look at the disturbances on the ground - particularly the ones his party didn't make - to see if he can track the path from and to.

[dice=Survival]1d20+7

He lets a big "hmmm" while analyzing it.

Dommer finds tracks leading to and from the two active archways, so far as he can tell without stepping into the traps. Most seem to go between the arches, but others go back toward the well.


Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:
Just to make sure we are on the same page, I stepped into the circle on the upper platform where the triptych is, NOT anything on the lower level in front of the arches like Trib did. I was not expecting a trap, since Trib's take-20 for trap hunting revealed no traps here. That's fine if there are, just wanted to make sure we were talking about the same thing.

I thought you meant you were springing one of the traps. My mistake. No damage, then.


Gay Male Inhuman

Did not see that one coming.

Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Just like Trib's did, Arundel's circle erupted in lightning and gave him a flesh-searing jolt.


Gay Male Inhuman

The Companions reverse course and return to the rough caverns, passing their camping spot and the central fork where the tunnels split. They came once more to well-fitted stone at the end of a long walkway. Doors marched up either wall, each carved with the image of a vigilant warrior. The doors and hall all stretched out past the limits of even minotaur sight.

"The Great Father's most loyal guards rest here," Gilthanas said. "They earned their places with countless acts of honor and faith. It is good that none have disturbed their rest."

The Companions pressed on past row after row of doors, eventually coming in sight of a much larger pair at the far end of the corridor. As they proceed, an uneasy feeling makes Jakun and Thistletorp look back over their shoulders. They turn just in time to see a translucent, dark form slip soundlessly into the corridor behind them.

Surprise!
Bad Guy ACs: 15, T15, F12

Rules Stuff:

Caitlyn: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Jakun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 darkvision
Mariel: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 low-light vision, darkvision 30
Mittens: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

sneaksneak: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18 well well. Seems Jakun and Thistletorp know something's up. Bummer. They both beat the DC by 11, so we're looking at as much as 110 feet out. But this is visual (the bad guy can move without being heard) so the practical limit is the end of Jakun's darkvision and Thistle's low-light. Let's call it 60 feet.

Inits!
Caitlyn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Jakun: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Mariel: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Mittens: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 never flat-footed
Gilthanas: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Eben: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Bad Guy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Order is Jakun, Thistletorp, Bad Guy, Caitlyn, Eben, Mariel, Gilthanas. Jakun and Thistletorp are aware and up.


Gay Male Inhuman

So...missing players.

I've sent Karek and Owen PMs asking if they're still with us. Also sent one to Izzak, who is out on deployment and probably has RL in the way.

I hope everyone comes back and it's fine, but realistically I think Izzak's gone for the duration. Maybe Owen and Karek too. Six PCs is fine. Five doesn't worry me too much. Three is obviously unsustainable. If that's the case, and you three are interested in continuing, I'd go looking for replacements. I'm going to give all three about a week to get back to me.


Gay Male Inhuman
Rikal Elkhorn wrote:

I'll handle loot sales, unless someone else wants to do it. Mind you, all of us being tribesmen, I don't think any of us quite has the concept of "money" down, so it would be more like bartering, with an eye towards acquiring more healing capabilities, since that's our main limitation. Is that doable?

Related, do we still have Owen, Karek, and Izzak, or have we lost them?

Izzak seems to be out on deployment. Haven't heard from him. I'd been meaning to get in touch with Owen but forgot. Hadn't realized Karek was so silent. Will check in.


Gay Male Inhuman
Tribim wrote:

Well I don't what to do that ever again. Trib, looking a little worse for wear, nods his head in agreement with Amarekashu, "If you would like ta give it a go, I certainly ain't gonna stop ya." He toddles clockwise over to the violet glowing archway and points out the well hidden runes.

stupid question, does the glowing archways look like we may be able to pass through them once we remove the traps?

All three arches open on blank walls, so you couldn't unless there's some kind of magic at play.


Gay Male Inhuman

The company slipped away from the camp and it erupted in chaos shortly thereafter.


Gay Male Inhuman
Samnell wrote:
The sworn band made their way out of the strange cavern, back through the caves of the skulks, and then through the water and out to Torch.

So where to? You have some loot you can sell and/or drink up.


Gay Male Inhuman
Saeri, Professional Harrower wrote:
I don't have Local, I'm afraid. XD Or Diplomacy for gathering information, for that matter. Follow-the-Leader it is!

Yellowknife's company set out from Daggerford into the Forlorn Hills. Following Chaïa's lead, they turned off the heavily-trod paths to the working mines for a trail that barely deserved the name. Grass rose up to their knees and made the occasional hard wagon rut that much more likely to catch a foot.

The earth grew harder and grass more sparse as the company passed under the shadow of looming tors that gave some relief from the summer's heat. They came to a steep defile with a rotted, broken-down cart at its foot and track ties marching up the slope. A few still bore traces of rust.

Climbing the path, the company reached a flat expanse marked by tufts of grass and piles of rock. A tunnel pierced the flank of a hill, but the earth above it sagged and dirt and stone spilled out of its mouth. The shell of a single stone building stood near the tunnel, its roof and windows long lost. A low wall surrounded it and a tumbled hole that might have once been a well stood to one side. They had found the Trevgil mine.


Gay Male Inhuman

Knowledge (local) DC 10 or you can ask around to find the way to the mine.


Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:

Arundel frowns in puzzlement and responds "I wonder if the circle up here is related in some way. It has an evocation aura, but none of the normal uses for circles would radiate evocation like this. That trap was most definitely evocation, though."

He looks around more up here to see if there is anything that would give more clues to how this thing works.

[dice=Perception]1d20+11

He also tries throwing some random debris (or if no debris can be found, a copper piece from his belt pouch) onto the circle, to see if anything happens with physical contact with the circle.

From his perch above, Arundel could see that the layer of dust and debris on the floor had seen recent disturbance, including sections where none of Zummabu's party had walked. That included the areas he knew to be warded about the archways. Neither a tossed stone nor a copper triggered the Art waiting there.


Gay Male Inhuman
Quote:
This is beginning to look a lot like one of those D&D puzzles that players needed to cypher out instead of rolling dice and counting skill points ;)

I want to lay out my thoughts on this for the record, so we're all on the same page. Basically, I don't like that stuff and try to avoid it. It doesn't make sense to me that players are expected to just use their own attributes to figure things out any more than it would for you to resolve attacks by seeing if you can hit a target IRL. It's a fantasy game where you play characters different from yourselves, after all. :)

When puzzles do appear in-game, there will be ways you can get through them with the dice. Part of the fun of playing the skill monkey or the guy with a dozen knowledge skills and an Int the size of the moon is being able to hit the DC* and figure stuff out. There's always going to be a point where player thinking comes into things but I prefer to keep that on more of a meta level where you reason from things you find out with skills and so forth. NPC X is lying is the result of a Sense Motive check. Why is on the other side of that line, though you may be able to get hints through other skills, by stalking the NPC, etc.

To some degree, blind alleys and errors are part of the fun. I generally try to roll with player decisions as much as I can, which means where possible I try to turn blind alleys into something interesting and useful. Sure there's an adventure path, but nothing says you need to take each part in exact published order or hit each room in numerical sequence. Within the general frame of things, I try to let you have as much freedom as you like. Should things get too wild, there are lots of reasonable IC ways to rearrange things.

That said, there's also no fun faffing about and getting nowhere. So here's a meta thing: the present chamber is not a puzzle. It's just got traps, clues, and three gates.

And two IC things:
1) Zummabu said that the Cairn of Whispers (or whatever the correct translation is) is somewhere near the old Lidish Mine. He has this information from a letter written by people who believed they had a location for it.

2) You found a tablet (basically a scratch pad, Sumer-style) in the building up topside which named potential locations for the Cairn. Only one of those suggests anything intersecting with mines. It specifically references guarded mines as possibles and you found it in basically an abandoned compound contemporaneous with the well through which you got here.

*There may be rare points where for world reasons the DC may just be too high to hit or the information just literally isn't available, but that would be a very rare exception.


Gay Male Inhuman
Tribim wrote:

'uh oh' "Aacckkk" Tribim screams and gets knocked back by the bolt of electricity, his hair standing on end, smoke rolling from third degree burns, the smell of ozone and burned flesh filling the room. Tribim calls up to Arundel. "These traps are magical and downright killers, If we can figure out how ta turn 'em off or avoid 'em it may be better."

Samnell does the trap reset? And did we see anything that looked like control switches, or any thing written down anywhere that looked like word commands? This is beginning to look a lot like one of those D&D puzzles that players needed to cypher out instead of rolling dice and counting skill points ;)

The trap does not reset; Trib thinks it's a one-and-done. Nor did you find any clues to get by. More in the discussion thread in a moment.


Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:

Arundel continues to ponder the triptych while Trib goes about working on the traps. "So it is magical, with an aura of evocation, but not trapped. It does overlook the pool down below. Possibly a control of some kind?"

Gonna give a knowledge arcana check to see if I can recall anything about what this sort of structure might be used for, whether it is normal for arcane rituals of any sort, that kind of thing.
Also, how big is the circle here? Large enough to stand in?

It's about fifteen feet across.

Arundel knows that circles are sometimes used for protection or summoning, but that wouldn't explain the aura he detects. His best guess is that it's got something to do with the pool, but he has no idea just what.

As the elf ponders the triptych, Tribim goes to work on the trap below. His hand slipped and the rune came to life. Brilliant blue lightning raced through it and into his body.

Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6


Gay Male Inhuman
Chaïa Pomala wrote:

The ritual completed, Chaïa discreetly paid her acknowledgements for the elaborated form of the proceedings to the Morninglord's priest. Wanting to avoid a theatrical exit, as she took her leave she kept her pace calm, and an eye on Khellek and company to gauge their attitudes, to see if knowing there were other people looking for the same site would push them to a quicker departure.

Conferring with the others, she asked quietly, "Any last minute concerns?"

Or ideas on where we're going? Someone has ranks in Survival, right? :)

Yellowknife said that according to the documents, the cairn is somewhere near the old Trevgil mine.


Gay Male Inhuman

Feel free to consider Wyrmslayer attuned.

Tallen "mittens" short horn wrote:

mittens nods to his friends.

"Mittens will teach him of the bison God.

"I'll listen!" Eben said, eyes wild. "Please don't leave me to die!"

Leaving Eben's fate to the Companions, Gilthanas pressed on. He returned moments later.

"The tunnel has collapsed ahead. We must go back and take the longer path, through the hall of the Revered Guardians. They should only stir from their sleep against those who would despoil this place...but much has changed."


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Happy belated anniversary to us. We have been playing a bit over a year.

Madness!


Gay Male Inhuman

Thistletorp is off-island this week. Free kender puppet!

Slug ACs: 17, T10, F15; DR5/slashing

Round 1
Jakun nodded as Gilanthas moved Caitlyn out of harm's way. He then called upon his magic to aid Mittens in bringing the creature low. Flames raced from his hands into the slug's flank, burning away slime. Out of the corner of his eye, the minotaur saw Eben inch slightly back from the fray.

Mariel prayed, "E'li, we need your aid to purge the tomb of your servant from this creature. Harken to my call and come with your aid. A watchful presence settled over the companions. She hadn't had a chance to cast yet.

Round 2
Thistletorp stalked forward while Caitlyn remained frozen by the slug's venom.

Mittens slashed into the huge creature twice, the first stroke cutting deep and the second passing clean through its maw and into the brain. The slug thrashed on the end of the holy warrior's blade for a moment, then fell still.

Dead slug.


Gay Male Inhuman
Caitlyn Weissman wrote:
Well I guess that slug has 10' reach. Probably better get lunge next level.

15 feet. :)


Gay Male Inhuman

Trib goes to work, carefully following the lines etched in the stone before the dormant archway. He knew every one of these etchings had its own oddities, but they all followed certain sets of rules. Zummabu had explained it once, but understanding all of that depended on years of studying magic. Still, if the intersections ran so and these lines touched thus... Yes, that should do it.

The halfling carefully scratched lines of his own, connecting to the diagram at several points. If he'd done it right, the hanging spell should subside. Zummabu said that there would probably be a discharge, lights, a sound, perhaps a smell or a brief current in the air.

None came.

Trib failed his check, but he came close enough that he knows he failed. Retries are allowed.


Gay Male Inhuman

Slug ACs: 17, T10, F15; DR5/slashing

Round 1
Thistletorp vanished into the shadows. No underbrush underground. :)

"Damn that thing's ugly!" Without really thinking about the consequences, Caitlyn found herself sprinting for the giant slug. Her old trusty hammer was in her hands, between strides she had time to marvel at this. Strange she didn't use Wyrmslayer, almost as if she didn't wish to sully it on such a foe. Another footstep and another, she was moving faster than a flash yet from her perspective time ran like treacle and all was serene. She had all the time in the world to aim the hammer head where she pleased, right between the thing's eye stalks, where the brain should be. The momentum was unstoppable and the hammer fell with the force of a auroch in full charge!

Even as she makes contact, the huge slug lunges forward, slimy jaws closing over Caitlyn's shoulder and bruising flesh. At the slug's touch, her muscles stiffened. Caitlyn is paralyzed for 13 minutes. She can re-save every round.

Mittens charged forward in Caitlyn's wake, cutting deep into the slug's rubbery flesh. It turned on the minotaur, but Mittens proved able to block the strike.

Gilthanas rushed forward to retrieve Caitlyn, reaching her side.

Rules Stuff:

AoO v. Caitlyn: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17 hit
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 1) + 11 = 16
Fort DC 22: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17 oh dear
How Long?: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2) = 13

v. Mittens: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19 miss
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (3, 3) + 11 = 17
Fort DC 22: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
How Long?: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 1) = 8

Order is Thistletorp, Caitlyn, Mittens, Slug, Gilthanas, Jakun, Mariel. Jakun, Mariel, Thistletorp, Caitlyn, & Mittens are up! Mittens is now in melee with the slug.


Gay Male Inhuman
Saeri, Professional Harrower wrote:
Incidentally, could we get a copy of the specifics of the oath in the Campaign Info tab for quick and easy reference? ^^

Done.


Gay Male Inhuman

Auric's band took their turns swearing:

The Champion himself shouted, "I swear in Tempus' name and for his Victory!" The declamation drew several looks from passers-by.

Khellek swore himself, "That the Binder may hold me as he does all Knowledge."

Tirra shrugged and appended, "May Tymora turn on me if I lie."

And it was done. The priest spoke a brief blessing, and bid all depart in the Morninglord's warmth.


Gay Male Inhuman

I'm not fussed on the traps. Trib's search of the platform took about twenty minutes. Taking 20 on a perc-triggered trap would surely spring it, but those are relatively rare.

Trib continued his search below, around the pool. It makes for painstaking, tedious work to check everything two and three times before moving forward. His care paid off, as thrice he found subtle etchings in the floor. They were just the kind of thing that Workers of Art used to cage slaying spells for the unwary. Each blocked the one of the archways.


Gay Male Inhuman

The sworn band made their way out of the strange cavern, back through the caves of the skulks, and then through the water and out to Torch.


Gay Male Inhuman

A very thorough search found no traps, despite Trib's best efforts.

Regin Ald wrote:

Suddenly, a strange thought creeps into Regin's head and he takes his wooden holy symbol of Ishtar in his hand. May the generosity of the Godess grant me vision of the evils around me he intones.

Casing Detect Evil

Regin sensed the taint of evil from the triptych (faint) and from the pool of black liquid (strong).


Gay Male Inhuman

We can handwave the cost of the bloody rag.

Saeri, Professional Harrower wrote:


"Alas, I follow Mystra - but I'm happy to swear in her name instead." Saeri answered with a slight smile. That sort of thing was important to her - she honored and respected many deities besides the one she primarily followed, but certain things (like oaths) she was only willing to make on the name of her goddess. It simply wasn't as binding if she did it any other way.

"The Mother of Mysteries is friend and boon companion to the Morninglord. It is she who cherishes his light when Shar throws her cloak over the heavens and fixes it to the stars. He does not begrudge her glory, and will see it as only meet that you do honor to her as she does unto him," the priest said smoothly. He looked over the assembled and allowed all to ready themselves before continuing.

"Well enough then," he said after a moment. He made sure he stood in the full light of the rising sun and lifted his face to it. "Blessed Morninglord, we stand under your gaze and feel the warmth of your love upon the Realms. You are ever at work in the world, forging new beginnings, breaking old bonds and smiling on fresh covenants. These children ask anew that your rays illuminate their souls and with pure hearts ask you to witness and bind their oaths that they may grow ever brighter in your name. Let this sacred blood be the form of your words."

Holding the cloth so that the ends stuck out to either side of his hands, Liam Sunmist presented it to the two companies.

"The Watching Gods attend. Speak your oaths and lay your hands on the token to seal them."


Gay Male Inhuman
Amarekashu the Bronze wrote:
It could be the Isle of Wight! OK, so by most standards it's pretty tiny, but...

It could be Greenland.


Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Yes, My Lord, haste is of upmost importance. she says.

Slug ACs: 17, T10, F15; DR5/slashing

Surprise & Round 1

"It should be down this way," Gilthanas said, starting down between the rows of columns. He came there to a carved stone door, all vines and leaves, which parted at a touch but ground stone on stone as it moved.

Beyond stretched a dark corridor full of still, stale air. Just as the companions stepped through the door, a huge slug rose at the corridor's far end. It reared high and then hit the ground with wetly as it began to slither forward. Its bulk filled the tunnel. As it drew near it became clear to even those without the blessings of elven or minotaur eyes to see.

Rules Stuff:

Percs, DC 30
Caitlyn: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Jakun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 darkvision
Mariel: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 low-light vision, darkvision 30
Mittens: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Oh dear. Surprise for it. Inits.
Caitlyn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Jakun: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Mariel: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Mittens: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 never flat-footed
Gilthanas: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Sluggy Slug: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

And its surprise action is to move forward 30. That puts it in visual range for everyone.

Order is Thistletorp, Caitlyn, Mittens, Slug, Gilthanas, Jakun, Mariel. Thistletorp, Caitlyn, and Mittens are up!


Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:

Arundel frowns briefly at this. "I recognized Gilgeam and Tiamat, but not Nergal, I don't know anything about him. Not sure about Gilgeam's lack of triumph, I don't think I've ever seen that before. I can think of a few people likely to be very upset by this sort of image..."

The elf also casts detect magic, and tries to identify the aura.
[dice=Spellcraft]1d20+8

Moderate evocation.


Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:
Did Amarekashu and Regin follow us down into the tunnels, or are they still waiting up top?

I assumed that they had. Either way, it's boring up top so coming down wouldn't bring any calamities.


Gay Male Inhuman
Tribim wrote:

[dice=knowledge: history]1d20+6

[dice=knowledge: History]1d20+2

'Hhhhmmmm, no magic up hear at all, but these have to mean something.' Seeing Arundel looking at the engraving so thoroughly, trib, scratching his head, asks. "So what do you think? These seem strangely familiar to me. It's just right here on the tip of my brain."

Sorry, we cross-posted. There's a little magic up there after all, which I forgot on first post. Edited it in. DC 20 for the aura.

Trib knows what Arundel does, but also that the gaunt lion is Nergal of the Plagues, Companion to Kings. He died during the Orcgate Wars, long ages ago, when Gruumsh shattered the Rod of Enlil. A shard of it pierced his heart and slew him even as another claimed the orc god's eye.


Gay Male Inhuman
Arundel wrote:

The elf, having hung back as Trib mounted the stairs, now carefully approaches, trying to follow the same path as the halfling.

When he reaches Trib, he looks at the engravings he had found. "Fascinating..."

All three knowledges I have all have the same bonus, so I'll just leave this here:
[dice=Know(Arcane,History,Religion)]1d20+8

Arundel recognizes the bull as a representation of Gilgeam and the five-headed dragon as Tiamat, the Queen of Chaos. The lion didn't ring any bells. Both are common enough in Untheric iconography, but Tiamat is never depicted without Gilgeam triumphing over her and that's not the case here. If a Holy Martinet saw this, he would probably destroy it as heretical.


Gay Male Inhuman
Tribim wrote:

'Now that's an interesting image.'Seeing the triptych carved in the floor, Tribim calls back down the stairs, "Oy, you's guy's may want ta come up here and take a look-see at this fancy engraving!" Casting detect magic as he circles around the triptych.

Samnell what kind of knowledge roll do you want for this, and how many spellchecks?

Religion or History would do for the triptych. DC 20 for the aura on the triptych.


Gay Male Inhuman

Euxorius ACs: 20, T14, F18; DR 10/cold iron or good, SR 17

Round 6
Euxorius turned his blade on Blink again, steel flashing through the blur next to her, rather than her flesh. The demon cursed.

Galin pressed his attack, his gleaming blade dancing about the general's nose before striking home. When it did, it passed through the demon's throat. Sweet-smelling blood gushed forth and the incubus collapsed. He landed in a suggestive heap.

He's in negatives. So you can leave him to die, do stuff to him, etc


Gay Male Inhuman
Chaïa Pomala wrote:
“Again, sir,” she addressed Auric, laying the appropriate stress on her first words so they rolled off her tongue with easy sarcasm and patent lack of interest, “you are under strange misapprehensions. But let’s not bandy words: we all know that the chances of an honest quarrel become rather more unpredictable once enough magic is involved, as it would be, between our parties, and we all know there is a limit to reasonable risk. Consider this another form of contest, if you like, avoiding the risk of being polymorphed, petrified, or such – whoever finds their goal first wins the boast of being fleeter of foot and more learned in the land’s lore, and that is no small thing.”

Auric gave Chaïa a slightly blank look, as though he hadn't followed at all.

"We have discussed things," Khellek said. "A simple peace oath, Champion."

"That's what I said it would be!" Auric said, quickly. "Just like I said!"

"Then we're all agreed," Khellek said. He raised his hand and beckoned the priest. Liam Sunmist came over with a bright smile on his face and a bloody rag in his hand.

"The Morninglord smiles on us this day," he said. "Would you have the dawn's blood witness your oath along with its eye? he held out the rag. If you do, he would expect a donation.

"None of your rags," Auric said. "I only bleed for Temppus!"

Knowledge (Religion DC 15):
People sometimes do shed blood as part of swearing oaths, but it's not an ordinary part of the Morninglord's practice.


Gay Male Inhuman
Haytham Raventree wrote:

Haytham stood off to one side, leaning nonchalantly against a handy wall and filing his fingernails. He nodded to Khellek and Tirra as they arrived and raised an eyebrow at Auric.

This is why my intentions at the brothel fell through? Bringing his pride done a peg or two will certainly be amusing.

Did my cat's paw turn up any info on Tirra or her friends?

He found out that they're staying at the Daggerford Inn, Khellek scoured the local stores, particularly Farrel's Fine Jewelry and Apparel. Tirra spends most of her time throwing knives. Auric likes his whoring. They don't seem to spend much time together in town.


Gay Male Inhuman
Caitlyn Weissman wrote:
Caitlyn's face is a picture, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise. In elvish she replies, "For me?! I... I am g-greatly honored." Reverently she takes the pommel and says, "I shall strive to do this weapon justice. It was forged to fight dragons, was it not? Well then that's what it and I shall do!"

"It was," Gilthanas said. "My Great Father will sleep well knowing you have it."

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