DMDM's Strange Aeons

Game Master Douglas Muir 406

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

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Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 init

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 will +1 if vs evil

Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Cover the mirror. Cover the mirror. Cover the mirror.

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 what about a tie? :]
willpower save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Will save: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 2 = 3

Whatever it is, it looks like Yordan is about to suffer it.

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 <-- includes extra +2 from Spiritualist

Kyleen stumbles back, unable to respond as a slew of new memories and knowledge assault her. Unfortunately none of them are hers, thus resulting in her being more than she was, but still completely unaware of who she was before.

Crazy week, should get her leveled this evening.

Whatever it is, it looks like Yordan is about to suffer it.

The thing in the mirror has no face. No face.

But that's okay, because it will take yours. And in return it will give you... magnificence.

Everyone else looks away or covers their eyes. But Yordan... he looks right into that faceless face, gazes right into the eyes that aren't there.

His face begins to ripple, like a lake when a strong wind blows across it. His limbs have gone loose... too loose. It's as if his bones have suddenly gone limp. He raises a hand whose fingers are tendril like and fluttering, and begins to choke out words in an odd clotted, gurgling voice.

"Puh... puh, praise --"

prepared action: 1d20 ⇒ 17 Well, then!

KEEEESSH!

The mirror shatters.

Sorry: the mirror shatters because Rocksauce just threw the mammoth paperweight at it. Hard.

His face begins to ripple, like a lake when a strong wind blows across it. His limbs have gone loose... too loose. It's as if his bones have suddenly gone limp. He raises a hand whose fingers are tendril like and fluttering, and begins to choke out words in an odd clotted, gurgling voice.

"Puh... puh, praise --"

NOPE! Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Uh ... yeah. No.

Sorry: the mirror shatters because Rocksauce just threw the mammoth paperweight at it. Hard.

BUT THE BOOK AND THE WAND!

- Mrakala, maybe

"AAAAIIIEIEEEEErghsrrrr"

It's hard to tell if Yordan is thinking anything right now, or if it's just the changing shape forcing air out of his lungs.

Fritz leaps back What just happened!

Not sure if Kyleen is still stunned or not.

Oh, and now Mrakala? Out in the hall alone?

Make a Will save.

"AAAAIIIEIEEEEErghsrrrr"

It's hard to tell if Yordan is thinking anything right now, or if it's just the changing shape forcing air out of his lungs.

Fortunately for you, someone broke the mirror before the change could be completed. So you're just nauseated for a couple of rounds. (Well, and some of your body's proportions may not be exactly the same as they were. But in terms of what's been going on with you lately, that's basically a rounding error.)

"HHHHUUUUUURRRRRGGGGKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLL!!!!"

Nauseated.

This scene will not be in the trailer for the movie.

Botting Mrakala.

1d20 ⇒ 6

Oh hey.

Mrakala: remember that little hand mirror you had? The one you were using to look at the mirror through?

Well...

Eyes locked on Yordan, and giving him wide berth, Nameless skirts the wall opposite where the mirror stood and makes her way to the door. "Nice throw, kid." Nice throw, Rocksauce.

The screams, the smashing of mirrors. The wizard was looking up at the fractured ceiling when the chaos ensues. He lets out a sigh and turns to the room. "These whippersnappers are going to get us all murdered."

He moves back to the room, peaking in with a spell ready to be cast. "What is going on in there?"

Unfortunately for everyone, Mrakala was still holding the hand mirror loosely in one hand, waiting to return it to Yordan.

Still standing unmoving, while the rest of her companions apparently ignore the fact that some ghost just invaded her body, Kyleen begins to shake, and after a few moments, lets out a scream.
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

A moment later, she collapses to the ground shaking and shivering, her arms wrapped around her knees as though she is trying to make herself as small as possible.

What happened? What was that? I . . . .

The doctor, he . . . he wants to save the asylum. He wants to help the patients.

Kyleen looks very confused as she says this, apparently uncertain as to whence the thoughts and ideas she just spoke originated.

Eyes locked on Yordan, and giving him wide berth, Nameless skirts the wall opposite where the mirror stood and makes her way to the door. "Nice throw, kid." Nice throw, Rocksauce.

Rocksauce gives a little jerk of her head that might be a nod of acknowledgement. "I needed to know what was in the mirror. Was it dangerous? Probably, but not sure. Not knowing things, that's a problem." She shrugs. "So, I made a story about Old Carl and his magic stuff and got you guys to mess with the mirror. Now we know. Problem solved."

There's a strangled shriek from just outside in the hall. Rocksauce smiles. "Well, solved for me, anyway."

Unfortunately for everyone, Mrakala was still holding the hand mirror loosely in one hand, waiting to return it to Yordan.

Mrakala staggers into the room. He's already starting to slump, his face rippling and, well... melting.

""What is going on in thurrrggggh. Rrgh. Guh." He makes a loud gagging noise and then falls to all fours. "Guh. Puh. Pray. Praise him. Praise him!"

Is Rocksauce a holdover from Way of the Wicked? She definitely gives me the creeps.

Vitæ would actually want to hear what possessed Mrakala has to say, because we are getting bits of small snippets of information trickling down from everyone. Hopefully some useful. But if possessed Mrakala attempts to harm anyone, including himself, Vitae casts Daze immediately.

Init 19, Readied Action if any hostile action taken, casts Daze

DM aid

Init Vitæ 19

Init Ghelik 19 +

Init Yordan 16 +

Init Fritz 16

Init Kyleen 15

Not sure what DM rolled possibly Init Mrakala 13?

Init Oracle 10

Everyone has a round to act. Vitae, you're preparing a daze. Kyleen is still stunned. That leaves Yordan (nauseated but functional), Fritz and Ghelik.

Yordan pulls out his glaive with shaking hands, then retches again as the sight of Mrakala's changing features triggers his queasy stomach.

"Smash ... the ... mirror."

Of course, it's steel. Yordan is still not thinking straight.

Okay, mechanic. It's d6 Cha drain every round until there is none, at which point... well, I did say not to get too attached. So, here's the roll for this round:

1d6 ⇒ 1

pffft. Well, next round!

Rocksauce, who had been leaning against the desk, now hikes herself up on to it. She perches, elbow on her knee, chin in her hand. Her eyes are bright as she watches the writhing, gagging wizard.

Ghelik moves up and attempts the shatter the mirror in Myrkala's hand with his dagger.

MW dagger atk prone: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14 damage 1d3 ⇒ 1

If the mirror is not broken, Fritz will try as well

1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 1 = 3 for 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5

Wow, that is some amazingly bad rolling.

ultimately it is kyleens fault :]

Vitae, you sticking with "prepared action to throw a Daze"?

Is it possible for Mrakala to drop or throw or otherwise get rid of the mirror?

With his face melting off, the wizard begins to scream incoherently in shock and dismay as globs of flesh hanging from his wizened look like the tendrils of some forgotten beast. Should initiative be rolled? If possible, he's going to cover the mirror with a sack.

Kyleen continues to simply stand there stunned, uncertain of what just happened to her, or to her companions.

ultimately it is kyleens fault :]

That is because of Kyleen's stunning personality.

If possible, he's going to cover the mirror with a sack.

If you have a sack, you can attempt this. Will save, though.

Vitae, you sticking with "prepared action to throw a Daze"?

Vitæ takes his (lovely) black sable cape off his back with a flourish and attempts to smother and cover the mirror on Mrakala's hand.

cape over mirror, looking for a flank and prone: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 = 26

edit make that "with a stylish flourish worthy of a vetran bull fighter."

Nameless approaches the bard and lightly touches her on the arm. You will be alright. You, uh ... both will. We're going to make it out of here. With a backward glance at Mrakala, and a shudder, the oracle moves around to get a closer look at Kyleen's face, her eyes narrow as she stares intently. With a completely serious look she asks: What does the good doctor suggest about our melting friend?

"Oh, I see. Asking the *doctor* with his fancy *degrees* and *training*!"

"Oh SuRe, NaMeLeSs WoNdEr -- ThE mEdIcAl DoCtOr, WhO iS fReShLy A sPiRiT -- wIlL cErTaInLy KnOw InTrIcAtE dEtAiLs AbOuT tHiS bReAcH iN rEaLiTy ..."

The oracle frowns.

As Fitz and Ghelik make attempts to gut Mrakala (or so it seems from his warped perspective), the wizard screeches and stumbles backwards. His unsteady stance makes it easy for the Pale One to leap upon him and drag his hands, and the mirror, to the floor.

Assuming with a critical that Vitae quite easily beats Mrakala's pathetic CMD The wizard grunts and whispers, spasming against the wet ground. "Gnnng...praise...praise...the..--"

"Gnnng...praise...praise...the..--"

<steeples fingers> Continue.

A natural 20! Okay, that cuts the connection... at least for now. It can't physically get out of such a small mirror. (Or maybe it could, but it doesn't want to be Tiny.)

Mrakala gives a sudden harsh gasp and collapses. Nauseated for 1 minute, plus you won't be getting that point of Cha back any time soon. Mind, it could have been considerably worse.

Yordan un-doubles himself and wipes his mouth. "Nice trick, Offspring Rocksauce. Want to make up for it by telling us what you know, or suspect, about the things behind the mirror?"

Rocksauce looks faintly disappointed that the wizard is still alive. "Oh well."

She hops down from the desk. "Yeah, the mirrors. It's just one thing, I think. It moves around. And it puts, like... lures, in some of the mirrors. They always look like something you would want. I think because it can't be in every mirror, all the time? But you spend enough time scrabbling at the mirror, trying to get at the goodies, and pretty soon it comes by and, zoop. You're taken." With sweeps of her hands, she pats some imaginary dust off her dirty, blood stained hospital gown. "That dead guy, the Deputy Director? Screaming like that? Probably attracted its attention, brought it faster..."

"But what it shows you, the lure, I noticed it was different for different people. So, I figured that would depend on what was in your mind? So I mentioned a spell book and a wand, because wizards get all worked up about spell books and wands. Wizards think they're smart, but actually they are extremely predictable."

"If we need to, later on I'll figure out a way to draw it out of the mirror and kill it. Or trap it, if it can't be killed." She shrugs. "Anyway, problem solved, for now. You want to go back to Winter's place? Fine, let's go."

A very different sort of hunt. Yordan carefully takes back the mirror, being sure to keep it wrapped, and stows it in his belt pouch.

"Let us finish searching here, and then we will go back with our load of skinwalker bodies."

I think there are three here: the one we found dead, the old woman and Not-Rocksauce. Do we need to go back down into that pit as well for the fourth doppleganger, Dr. Not-Fritz?

Yordan continues looking through the desk papers and anything else that looks interesting, careful to keep one hand on his glaive.

Mrakala's arrogance taken down a notch? Or will this inspire vengeance? Tune in at 11:00 to find out!

The oracle continues to try and coax Kyleen back out of her head, but agrees with the return to the chapel. Let's get back to the chapel and we can iron out any differences. From your earlier statement - Nameless nods to Rocksauce - there's at least one more doctor ...

"HiS nAmE wAs 'O'. dOcToR o."

"doctorthunderballdoctorthunderball!"

Nameless pauses and listens for a moment. Thank you. Doctor O, I think - is still out there. I don't ... I don't want to meet up with any more doctors right now. The oracle glances up from staring at the floor to Kyleen. No offense.