DM Knowledge rolls for Arael and Janiven:
Janiven
Arael would say that this creautre definately hails from another plane of existence, most likely the shadow plane.
Arael comments that the oil appears to be evaporating.
Andrea when you cast your cure light wounds on Kenji you would have noticed the following:
Andrea wipes her sleeve across her mouth and ponders for a momment. I remember something, the claw marks on the Misseppe noble resembled the ones on Kenji, but this is strange, did the monster mutilate the body after the puncture wound was inflicted? Or
was that one of the methods of it's attack? Andrea sighs. Or it could mean that the killer had accompanied by a shadow beast.
Andrea's Knowledge Religion Results:
John's Knowledge results:
"I can't Identify it base only on his wounds, tomorrow when he gives us a description, I might be able to figure out what it is. If not We could always go to a library an research it."
Boy has balls.Gotta give im that.
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Boy has balls.Gotta give im that.
Duncan's results:
Put somma it in a container o somesort and stopper the lid. Grumm been alive alot longer
n me. He might know what it is.
Kenji the next morning you actually wake up feeling thirsty. When you get up to get a drink of water, ale or wine you notice your wounds are healed and your movement is normal, except for being sore. The black slime is now completely gone from your body. All that remains are a few faint lines from the claws. Nor does any of the sample Arael took remain.
Event he stoppered sample that Duncan put aside has evaporated. It seems as if time does not preserve the matter.
I wake up and head downstairs. The pain is bearable at this point since I am used to being sore but I am parched. No liquor, I chug as much water as is available. After glass number six I gasp. Then I take a moment to examine whats left of my wounds. I am currently not wearing a shirt so the marks are visible to all. I then look at my hand, I test my dexterity on some eating utensils. Finding no lasting effects from last night I seem surprised. I start muttering to myself in Minkakian as I sit in the temples lounge area. I seem to be deep in thought.
Knowledge (Dungeoneering):
Shinon analyzes the markings, attempting to recall his past experiences with ooze bugs and aboleths to see if anything looks familiar.
The next day, Shinon will head over to Grumm's smithing institution and see if Duncan is there. If he is, Shinon will engage him in conversation.
"Hello, Duncan. If you have some time this afternoon, would you mind helping me out with that little...endeavor...we discussed previously?" Shinon phrases his question carefully so as not to alert any outside ears.
Shinon's Knowldege Dungeoneering Results:
Andrea stood and shifted her clothes, discarding her undergarments and leaving on only her robe that she cinched loosely, grasping a small bottle, she dabbed perfume on herself, a light rose scent. She then took the bottle and glasses and exited the room.
The ghoul smiled at the congregation, showing yellowed fangs as it began a sermon. Remember when one seeks pleasure, let not any small prejudice hold you back. Neither gender, race, state of being or unbeing are obstacles to you in satiating your hunger. Feed Your Hunger.
Andrea looked up and down the silent halls and rooms and began walking through the shadows.
Let not these prejudices stop your lusts and loves. Our Princess cares that the feelings are true, for hungers shared with another increases the pleasure. Let them taste your flesh and you taste theirs.
Padding up the stairs, Andrea looked down the hall towards the door that was her goal.
Even creeds are but a small barrier, for does not our Princess welcome Calestia to her realm so our physical urges can be satisfied as well? All are welcome to eat, drink, ingest and rut before our Princess's gaze.
Soft footsteps padded down the hall with only a slight clink of glass being heard as Andrea's features were shadowed inder her hood.
Pharasma in her stupidity pursues us, but while our Princess is angry, she also laughs. Let Pharasma stay in her boneyard, thighs festooned with cobwebs as she doesn't realize she would be welcome here if she would just open her eyes to the possibilities. After all a skull clean of flesh can still be lovely, and so my children, enough talk...
Andrea stood before the door.
Feed Your Hunger.
Andrea knocked. Fiosa, are you awake? It is Andrea.
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Shinon analyzes the markings, attempting to recall his past experiences with ooze bugs and aboleths to see if anything looks familiar.
The next day, Shinon will head over to Grumm's smithing institution and see if Duncan is there. If he is, Shinon will engage him in conversation.
"Hello, Duncan. If you have some time this afternoon, would you mind helping me out with that little...endeavor...we discussed previously?" Shinon phrases his question carefully so as not to alert any outside ears.
Duncan comes out in full battle gear, he so loved the fact people were so used to dwarves in armor he could walk the streets dressed for violence and none gave him a second glance.
His Bastard Sword was not with him and his small and tight fitting helm was in his hand.Aye lad, I be ready but we be needing t'speak to Kenji bout that shadow beast. Think is confidence took a lickin yesterday and I be bringing the boy as well. Seems he knows more about the forge than we first thought, so Grumm's happy fer me ta take im fer fightin practice. Learn by doin' I say, so he comes.
Out he comes in a set of repolished chaimail (a confiscated set from the mission) with a greataxe across is shoulders and a longbow on his back)
Turns out Grumm and the boy share an affinity for Gorum. Grumm outfitted the lad I'mself. Says he'll make a fine Battlerager once e learns to give in t'the fury. Grumm is spoilin the lad if y'ask me
Andrea sat in her small room after people had started to retire for the night, her face was flushed once more with alcohol and a full bottle with two glasses sat on the table before her.
In a dining hall a table groaned under the weight of food and the air was filled with the scent of blood, opium and liquer. At the head of the table, a ghoul dressed in a ragged robe stood and addressed the crowd before him, one that also included Andrea.
Andrea stood and shifted her clothes, discarding her undergarments and leaving on only her robe that she cinched loosely, grasping a small bottle, she dabbed perfume on herself, a light rose scent. She then took the bottle and glasses and exited the room.
The ghoul smiled at the congregation, showing yellowed fangs as it began a sermon. Remember when one seeks pleasure, let not any small prejudice hold you back. Neither gender, race, state of being or unbeing are obstacles to you in satiating your hunger. Feed Your Hunger.
Andrea looked up and down the silent halls and rooms and began walking through the shadows.
Let not these prejudices stop your lusts and loves. Our Princess cares that the feelings are true, for hungers shared with another increases the pleasure. Let them taste your flesh and you taste theirs.
Padding up the stairs, Andrea looked down the hall towards the door that was her goal.
Even creeds are but a small barrier, for does not our Princess welcome Calestia to her realm so our physical urges can be satisfied as well? All are welcome to eat, drink, ingest and rut before our Princess's gaze.
Soft footsteps padded down the hall with only a slight clink of glass being heard as Andrea's features were shadowed inder her hood.
Pharasma in her stupidity pursues us, but while our Princess is angry, she also laughs. Let Pharasma stay in her boneyard, thighs festooned with cobwebs as she doesn't realize she would be welcome here if she would just open her eyes to the possibilities. After all a skull clean of flesh can still be lovely, and so my children, enough talk...
Andrea stood before the door.
Feed Your Hunger.
Andrea knocked. Fiosa, are you awake? It is Andrea.
Shinon frowns and crosses his arms. "I don't think we should disturb Kenji too much after last night...it's only been a few hours since his injuries. He probably needs to rest a little longer. But we certainly can't wait until nightfall for him to wake up, lest he suffer the same fate...well I suppose there's no harm in going to the temple and seeing if he's awake at least."
Shinon glances at the kid. "Oh, right. Your apprentice. Sorry, I don't think you and I have been properly introduced. I'm Shinon. And you are?"
Fiosa opens her oak paneled door and smiles at the sight standing before her. Pharasma has answered my prayer. Standing there in simple short linen nightgown. She steps aside, "Come on it," her large brown eyes feasting on Andrea's silhouette.
Contemplating the moments to come, "The Mother of Prophecy and Birth previously provided me with gimpse of this moment. Your insatiable appetite can only be fulfilled with spirit by my touch. Your material desires will be fulfilled and the holy spirit of Pharasma will take root within you." As she reaches out and softly touches Andrea's arm.
The next morning, Fiosa slips out of bed and dresses in a simple gown before she pads down the hallway to the kitchen. Smiling, at who ever is there, she picks up two cups of coffee and a some rolls bringing them back to her room.
"I'm Ermolos, we met at the temple." His hand touches his repolished armor. The edge on his ax is noticeable.
Janiven comes in and speaks to Kenji. She looks at the faint claw marks, "Your feeling better this morning?" She breaks Kenji's concentration with the sudden question. Then continues, "That was mighty irresponsible last night. You have deathwish apparently? You were fortunate to survive. Guess it didn't matter to you that the group depends on you. Your death would have been a great loss to the cause." Turning around without waiting for an answer she leaves. There are muffled words spoken in the kitchen down the hall, then silence.
Andrea silently enters the room as she is invited in and pours two glasses of wine as Fiosa locks the door. Turning, she silently listens to Fiosa's words and traces her finger over the soft cheeks and ruby lips, saying nothing but letting her burning eyes meeting Fiosa's to say everything.
Giving Fiosa the other glass, Andrea drinks her wine, letting a dribble pour down her chin as she finishes her glass. As soona s Fiosa finishes, Andrea reaches for her belt and lets her robe fall free before reaching for Fiosa and lifting up her nightgown..
Andrea woke in the morning watching Fiosa leave, the taste of her skin still in her mouth, the memory of teeth biting into neck and fingers playing oh so fresh.
Andrea licked her lips. Oh Goddess, my lust is satisfied for now but will now be endless. Every cry, every drop of sweat and fluid will be devoted to you.
Fiosa would enter the room carrying breakfast, "the group is beginning to gather. Janiven was raising her voice a bit at Kenji for his actions last night...something about being irresponsible. I think others are talking about going into the sewers are you going?"
Duncan, Ermolos and Shinon you observe merchant and his spouse weeping loudly outside their shop. There is a patrol of dottari in the vacinity. The lieutenant is holding a light tan cloak with a merchant's logo on it. It is shredded. The garmet has blotches of crimson stains.
"Did we? I'm sorry, I've been a little distracted the past few days. Please forgive me. I'm not used to being around so many people at once." Shinon offers Ermolos his hand, and if Ermolos takes it, will shake his hand with a friendly smile.
"Well then, shall we go? We'll need to pick Andrea up on the way. I think she works at an accountant's office in the Market District." Shinon scratches his head, trying to remember if he'd heard of it.
Know (Local)- Does Shinon know the location of Andrea's workplace?
B%*@!! B%@%&! THAT DRIED UP CRONE THINKS SHE CAN TAKE ONE OF MINE USING MY METHODS?! I'LL FEED THAT RUNT TO THAT ONE AS PENANCE! B!~%+!
Another voice laughed. OF COURSE SHE IS A B@%!%. SHE IS A B@%+@, YOU ARE A B!&!! AND I AM THE QUEEN B@~@& AS YOU KNOW. THAT IS WHAT I AM ALL ABOUT. PLUS SEX OF COURSE.
REMIND ME WHY I ALLOW YOU HERE.
BECAUSE THE MORTAL HALF OF YOUR FAITHFUL WOULD GET VERY BORED. ANYWAY, SO THEY HUMPED IN A TEMPLE TO ARODEN WITH A CLERIC OF IOMEDAE RUNNING THE PLACE. WHO IN FACT, INVITED HER IN AND I DON'T SEE IOMEDAE DISHING OUT THE SMITES. PASSIONS COOL, BOREDOM SETS IN AND ATTENTIONS GO ELSEWHERE. YOU HAVE A COUPLE OF CHOICES RIGHT NOW.
OH?
YES. TURN YOUR LITTLE PRIESTESS INTO A STAIN ON THE WALL, DO THE SAME TO THE HALFLING AND RISK YET ANOTHER LITTLE FIGHT WITH PHARASMA. LET YOUR PRIESTESS TRY TO TURN HER TO YOUR WORSHIP, LET HER GO TO PHARASMA.
There was a snarl.
STOP THAT. OR......
OR WHAT?
LET ME TAKE BOTH OF THEM. BOTH OF YOU LOSE AND WIN. I AM SURE I CAN COME TO AN ARRANGEMENT WITH PHARASMA.
"What the hell...not again!" Shinon says angrily, clenching his fists. "Damnit! We formed this group to protect people from the shadows...and we haven't done s*** to stop the attacks yet! That does it!"
Shinon rushes up to the dottari lieutenant. "Excuse me. What happened here? What's going on?"
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"Did we? I'm sorry, I've been a little distracted the past few days. Please forgive me. I'm not used to being around so many people at once." Shinon offers Ermolos his hand, and if Ermolos takes it, will shake his hand with a friendly smile.
"Well then, shall we go? We'll need to pick Andrea up on the way. I think she works at an accountant's office in the Market District." Shinon scratches his head, trying to remember if he'd heard of it.
Know (Local)- Does Shinon know the location of Andrea's workplace?
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The young man shakes you hand. He walks with a slight limp but it does not slow him.
Fiosa would enter the room carrying breakfast, "the group is beginning to gather. Janiven was raising her voice a bit at Kenji for his actions last night...something about being irresponsible. I think others are talking about going into the sewers are you going?"
Andrea pushes herself out of bed. helping herself to some coffee. I know about Keni, he..went outside to attempt to 'learn' about the shadow beasts. Andrea shakes her head. His lesson consisted of claw wounds dripping with poison, how he managed to survive is a mystery.
Andrea slips up her robes, briefly revealing her scar laden back. Yes, We met some men who we believe were members of a group called the Red Knives and might have kidnapped a noble. We saw their leader meeeting with the noble at the inn we were eating at. So, we're going to try to find out if the noble is kept down there.
Andrea eats down a roll and traces Fiosa's cheek once again. We shouldn't be gone long, hopefully. Most certainly not past dusk.
Andrea then finishes eating and sweeps down the hall to meet with the others.
"Well then, shall we go to the temple? We'll need to stop and pick up Andrea on the way..." Shinon stops walking, thinking for a moment. "Huh. Now that I think about it, I don't really know where Andrea spends her time. When we came back from the mission to rescue Arael, she mentioned she had a job to get to, but she wasn't clear about what job that was...Would you happen to know the location or nature of our friend's occupation, Master Dwarf?"
The dottari lieutentant is taken aback by the sudden burst into the conversation by Shinon. "Settle down," he begins. Then the merchant's wife bursts out in another fit.
"Are you related to the family? This is a private matter for the family." You can see the cloak better now covered in blood.
"Right now we are investigating what has happened to your son...Mrs. Pendergrass. Was you son out after dark last night?" Both parents shake their head violently back and forth.
Pretty sure she intended to stay at the temple, lad. Let's meet her tjere.
"I'm not related no..." Shinon admits, backing away politely. He looks at Duncan and then steps into an alley and beckons the dwarf to follow him. He whispers, "Alright, this is getting worse and worse by the day. We have to go end the Red Knives today. I don't know for sure that it was them responsible for this attack, but I'm certainly not content to take the chance that someone else might end up dead tomorrow."
Fiosa slips in behind Andrea, her slender hand cupping her bosom. Softly kissing Andrea's nape of the neck. Her moist lips delicate on the pale skin. A soft moan escapes from her throat as her mouth slowly pulls back.
"The Mother of Prophecy and Birth lives within you. More later but its time to meet the group."
When Kenji comes down stairs, John says"Well now that you are rested enough describe the shadow beast."
Andrea rests her hand on Fiosa's, her breath slightly quickening and giving a soft nod of her head as she then heads downstairs.
As Fiosa pauses in the room, a slight buzzing is heard and a wasp flies around her head.
Oh dear, shoo, shoo! Fiosa waves her hand, the wasp easily dancing away from the clumsy swong. Fiosa sets her lips and seems set on grabbing something like a pillow to swat it when a twinge around her fingers makes her stop. Looking, she sees a small droplet of blood trickle down from her nail.
I have a look of shock on my face when Janiven walks off. I am having a hard time understanding. What is wrong? I came back successful. She seemed upset though. She says others depend on me? I know, that's why I risked my life. For the others. I.... In a fit of rage I throw the table over.
I return to my and grab my shirt and head down stairs and head out of the temple alone, yet again.
Once out of the temple I hunt down a nice quiet place with a tree or an unattended post of some sort. I tie a rope about in and begin to unload unholy and unadulterated furry of blows. I continue to mutter in my own tongue.
"NO ONE DEPENDS ON ME!! NO ONE CARES WHAT HAPPENS TO ME!!! WHY!?!? WHAT CHANGE!?!? THIS IS STUPID!! I DID IT FOR THE GROUP!! WHY!?!?!
It is clear that I am quite upset as I vent my frustration on the tree trunk. I will be out here for several hours.
Andrea will be down in the main room when Duncan and any of the others arrive. She seems to be wearing a scarf in addition to her normal outfit.
Anyone who sees Fiosa also notes she has a scarf. Odd. maybe she is trying more to conceal something rather than keep warm.
Okay before the whole vent thing I do respond "Positively" to John's question as I am still proud of my actions =)
I look to John as I take my seat and start drinking. "Mornin. I rearn much about our foes. Dey shadow monsters aright. I begin to tink maybe is ruse. Boy I wrong. I had steath set up but dem rats in da arrey started ta attack me so I had to mobe. I happen to mobe into monster."
I look at my hand that help the lantern. "It was big. shape kind rike oozy bug or a snake. Somesing of dat shape. It attack me, is accuracy is on par wit our own, maybe worse. But it makes up for it in number of attacks it can rayout. More dan I can in six seconds. It uses some kind of craw but not make much sound. Craw sharp but not quite rike sword. Stiru dere is da poison. Rast few attacks it made before I ran put brack stuff in my wounds and caused me degree of feebueness. Seems it get better wit sreep do. Tankfurry is not faster dan us, or me rader not any faster dan me, or it get me."
I take a moment to look at the hand I hit it with. Trying to hearken back to when I "struck" The thing. I try hard to recall how it felt. It was such a well placed stunning blow but it did no harm. Creture must have been immune to the damage as well as the attack's effect.
"I hit it, or radder, I tink I hit it. Stunning fist, one my speciarties. I got cocky when it miss me an turn to attack it instead of run when I had chance. I prace good punch an notting. No damage. My stun not work eder. Is some kind of damage resist or absorb, an is rikery immune to condition abirities dat effect normal anatomy. No idea what it take to kiru one. Is too soon. We too week to fight dese tings now. I know technique I must master before I face beast again. Take some time to rearn but wiru herup beat monsters. I know it. You shud rook for way to hurt shadow an ooze. Hunch onry but I tink dat what dese are."
Janiven does her thing and if there are no further interruptions, Kenji goes emo for the day until someone hunts him down or three in game hours pass.
With the description Kenji makes John thinks if he has ever heard of a creature that fits.
When Kenji flips the table and leave, John is left confused and wondering what has happened during the days he was not here.
Kenji the creature was spongy and shadowy stuff wisped around it blending its outline. It blends into the shadows well. When you made contact you hand sunk into it, connecting solidly but it sank inside it very spongy. the shdow fluff warppedar ound yoru forearm. [ooc]I believe I described the shadows and wrapping your forearm in a previous post.[ooc]