Dungeon World PBP play (Inactive)

Game Master Elsine

Rooon! Beeeelym! This way! It's cleeear!

Discern Realities: 2d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 + 2 = 14
What is about to happen?
Who’s really in control here?
What here is not what it appears to be?

Roshan turns to Conwall as she organizes her notes. "These limitations are frustrating. I can see in her eyes that Briben is holding back, but I'm unsure if it's some grudge she holds, or resources she is holding in reserve for a coup. Still, Enrel is next. He is likely to show some resistance..." Something occurs to the templar and her eyes flit around the room. "This was meant to be myself and my initiate here. Two persons for each stake..."

Is Cassandra here, and did the Duchess post guards in the 'audit' room?

Tom

You believe that you have found the last onf the Ankhegs, and the gryphon is not likely to pursue you through the relatively small opening... you are relatively safe down here

You are free of interlopers, and a powerful spellcaster. I would say you are in control here.

This tunnel is too large and well made to be The Ankhegs.... someone or something made this.

Roshan

Of course Cassie is there. and the Duchess' guards are posted outside the room, to lowly to be given admittance to such private meetings.

Enrel enters, absolute hatred in his eyes. You dare to question my authority! my loyalty! You are nothing but an up-jumped thug, and I will not subject myself to your inquisition! he says. you can see plainly that he has a sword at his belt, but with Merrick, Cassie and yourself in the room, he is no threat. he will, however, need to be calmed... or restrained to be questioned. what do you do?

Conwall

You eyes alight on a small ring upon the desk you sit at, one you are sure wasn't there 10 minutes ago. It is made of living silver (silver which is enchanted and alloyed to always perfectly suit the owner... within reason), with a sparrow design on it. what do you do?

Belym lowers her stone arm between the ankheg's mandibles ( Hopefully that'll keep it from severing the leg ), then draws her hammer and tries to shatter the mandibles with it. "A little stuck here!" she calls out in response to Tom, her voice tinged with pain.

H&S, DD Str?: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (6, 3) - 1 = 8
Damage if relevant: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Question: did we ever resupply on healing potions?

Ron takes the moment's reprieve to launch Remorse at Belym's assailant.

Cast Magic Spear: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 3 = 15

Damage is best of:

Damage 1: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Damage 2: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6

As the spear rematerializes in Ron's hand, he returns to threatening the Gryphon. Let's go Belym!

As Enrel enters, Cassandra closes the door behind him. She has been ordered to open the door and call in the guard if Enrel draws his blade. Roshan and Cassandra have put their weapons on a table by the door, many paces from the desks where they sit, but in the room.

Roshan bares her teeth in an inhuman expression of gratification and seething rage. “You mistake yourself for having a choice, Lord Enrel. You see, you’ve already voiced your distaste for my order’s methods, and Lady Briben has only minutes ago left quite satisfied with my treatment of her. She certainly appreciated the gifts of saltpeter we made to her alchemists. In the morning, you’ll find that many of the other nobles will have similar experiences, and whether you cooperate now, or I have to give my initiate a hands-on lesson in torture methods that do not leave visible evidence- no one will take the word of a solitary man whose prejudices are known.” As she continues, red steam rises from the scars on the side of her face, and her eyes glow with a faint inner light. “You’ll be seen a fool for questioning the Duchess and her supporters, and any noble looking to avoid scrutiny will jump at the opportunity to cast you in a suspicious light. There are two ways we can do this, Lord Iartis Enrel of the Red Stallion: you can cooperate, and tell me the truth, or you can suffer... and tell me the truth. I’m not here to break an honest man, but I will enjoy doing so if you let me. So... if you would be so kind as to take your seat.”

Parley: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (6, 3) - 1 = 8

The part about gifts to Briben is a lie being seeded to trace any rumors Enrel might circulate.

I give a subtle nod and Percival swoops down, snatches the ring and deposits it into a chamber for further study.

Forgot to roll Ankheg damage.
Ow! My Leg!: 1d8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 - 1 = 5

Roshan

Listen, cause I'll only tell you this once. I want the plague cured more than anyone in this thrice-damned court! I've funded more physicians and alchemists, more charlatains and "holy men than I care to count. I'll be frank, I don't think you're any different

I have not involved myself in the efforts personally due to the risk of abandoning the court. If i were to leave, I cannot ensure that they will not burn it own.

If the nobles are willing to try to cure our subjects, I will happily work with them... Otherwise, they may burn in hell.

Yes, there should only be 7. That pox-ridden pyromaniacal interloper should not be counted among my peers. they only arrived a week ago, and already they have turned too many of us against the victims...

what do you do?

Belym

Your arm slams down onto the ankheg, and it releases it's jaws... unfortunately, the sudden change unbalances you, sending you sprawling into the pit d6, ignores armour. what do you do?

Ron

your spear plunges into the gryphons chest. the beast falls from the air, landing broken on its side, pitifully struggling to regain its feet. One last ankheg is still up here... but your allies appear to have retreated into the chasm. what do you do?

Sorry I was unclear. I was attacking the ankheg latched onto Belym. I don't intend to kill the noble gryphon if I can avoid it.

shoot. That kills the ankheg as well, so ignore the poetic death the buggy is stomped, and good riddance!

My head, drooping low but definitely NOT asleep snaps to attention. Did you say Pyromancer? I hadn't thought any survived the grand extinguishing...

OOOH, tell me more about this "great extinguishing", it sounds awesom!

Roshan sullenly shuffles through the paperwork. It almost sounded like his lie was as simple as not wanting to admit he was afraid of getting infected. Honestly, Roshan herself wasn't too pleased at the prospect. Still, she let her instincts draw her to the truth.
Inquisitor: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

The templar was also distracted by news of the pyromancer.

Ron withdraws after Tom and Belym.

When you're a powerful, violent, reactionary race that lives in a giant forest and people spring up that can start and control fires, either they go or you do. It's been 500 years since the last was hunted and killed.

Graceful as ever, Belym. Let's get deeper underground. Tom helps Belym up from the ground.

Cast a Spell: 2d6 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 3 + 2 - 2 = 11

Healing Belym: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Gravity, my old nemesis: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Belym gratefully accepts Tom's hand, and healing.

"I, uh...sorry about this mess. Hopefully we can follow this tunnel a ways, and get past that gryphon's territory. "

They appear t' be manufactured, these ankhegs didn't make these tunnels. We should still be cautious.

Do you guys take the southern, or eastern path?

I'd vote for whichever is closer to the overland route we were following.

Southern tunnel will lead you toward the side of the mountain that looks out on the badlands. the eastern tunnel will lead you to the side overlooking the city.

We need a result from Roshan's roll.

A 7-9 just means she doesn't know which of his statements are true (narrowing it down to 50-50). if she wants to push him on one of his statements, they are free to.

ok! Well, in general I'm looking to you to see what happens

Roshan

May I return to my duties, or do you have any further quetions for me? Iartis say, eyes still glaring hatred.

he's not going to respond to Conwall's question about misunderstanding pyromaniac for pyromancer?

Shoot, sorry. completely missed that.

Pyromaniac, sir. you are quite right that no true pyromancers remain in this world. he says

Cassandra comes in close when Roshan seems to back down. "Aren't we going to roast this one? He's the guy we could get away with."

"I don't think he's got anything more to tell us. Ruining him now may risk destroying a powerful, if foul-mouthed ally. I sense more pride than guilt behind his eyes." To Enrel she says, "Nothing more at this time, Lord Enrel."

Let's head south, I have a good feeling about this one.

I nod, quickly. I don't think we've heard much of a burn-happy noble. What do you know?

Spelunkers.

Going south, you sense the tunnels becoming less and less... pleasant. eventually, you come across a large "chamber" of sorts. to the right are a set of stairs, perhaps up to the surface. forward, the tunnel takes a sloping move toward the heart of the mountain.

the passage downward is noticeably better made, dwarfish craftsmanship, and exceptional at that. The passage emanates vastness, you know that isn't just a little passage. from the passage you hear the sound of shallow breathing, and claws scraping. What do you do?

Inquisitors

Sarah isn't a noble, just a foreigner, she hasn't even a family name. just schmoozed her way into the court, and started encouraging us to "cure the plague with fire". Disgusting woman. He rolls his eyes. I have asked the Duchess Eolen why she allows her to attend our court, and she dismissed my concerns. If you wish to turn your implements upon her, I will gladly support you before her ladyship.

Do you know where I might find her?

I look to Roshan I know that I'm terribly vital to this process, but it might be useful for me to speak with this Sarah on my own...

Tom has been using the firesword as a light source, but now offers additional, Ron, Belym, do you need a light? We are better off as obvious targets than blind and targets.

He whispers a prayer while he waits for an answer.

Cast Spell(Magic Weapon): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 = 10
Empower, lose spell, two targets - the flame sword and Remorse deal 1d4 extra damage.

Iisac's prayer "May nothing impede your path" glows a deeper red in ge blades's length written in the blocky runes of ancestral mankind. Remorse receives the same treatment repeated in small silver script twisting around the shaft.

Conwall

Sarah seems to spend her time away from the court in lorosrin's household. I have wondered how Lady Urisatra feels about her. he pauses. She will be in the third tower on the southern side of the castle.

If you're going after Sarah, would you kindly DD+wis?

I give Lord Enrel my thanks, whistle to Percival to join me and head out the door.
Come, my trusty owl! There's math to be done!
dd wisdom: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9
Is this something my owl can help me with?

Ron nods at Tom's sage words.

Cast Light on my armor: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 = 6

HAHAHA. Worst battelmage ever.

Belym reaches into her pack, and pulls out a two-foot rod and a small flask. She unwraps the rod, pours the flask's content in one end, and it begins to glow with a purple light.

One use of adventuring gear for Kenden's Glowstick; the fungus that drives it survives inert basically forever, but is reactivated by a simple sugar-water solution and doesn't create bad air.

Conwall

'Fraid not

You make your way to where you know that the Urisatra household is. but the door eludes you for a moment, before materializing. even now, it leaves you unsettled... what do you do?

Ron & Company

Your armour shines brilliantly, revealing almost a dozen pale... things. humanoid, but wild eyes, with clawed hands and feet, and horrible tearing teeth. before you cna react, four of them are upon you, trying to wrestle you to the ground and exstinguish the hateful light.

the remaining 8 begin to close with Tom and belym, hideos shrieks in their throats. what do you do?

I made a map of the situation.

Belym tosses her light to one side, then slaps her hand to the ground. Scale and fang. Ferocity.

Summon Blast Elemental: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 6) + 3 = 13
Control: 1d4 ⇒ 1

A stone serpent rushes up from the ground, taking a position between Belym and the approaching...things. What are they, anyway?

Spout Lore: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13

Cast Spell(Hold Person): 2d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 3 - 1 = 11
Target two holding Ron, forget the spell.

The prayer from Remorse flashes for a second before it unfurls into silvery chains that wrap two of the creatures holding Ron binding them tight. The chains become a prayer once more tattooed on their pale skin as they fall over frozen in place.

Ron shakes himself like a wet dog, attempting to throw the two remaining creatures off of him.

DD (STR): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 1 = 8

I'm reminded of the words of Bertold the Wise, who once said

Something something magic door

With a shrug, I move towards the door, but then I remember Ron's urging for more caution and I send Percival to scout around a bit.

discern realities + Big Owly P's cunning: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11

• What should I be on the lookout for?
• What is not what it appears to be?
• What is about to happen?

Belym

the serpent erupts from the ground, creating a trench between yourselves and the stairs., it poises, ready to attack, what do you do?

these things... they remind you a little of enchanter thralls. They have the same milky-white eyes, the same gait... but these guys seem worse, like they've spent their whole lives in slavery, below the earth.

Tom

The spell holds them fast, long enough for Ron to regain his feet. however, the magic around them seems to be deteriorating, it won't hold them for much longer. what do you do?

Ron

You just manage to get them off, and regain your feet, before the things are upon you again. They are close, too close to bring remorse to bear. what do you do? Do you have any weapons with the close or hand tags?

Conwall

Listening at the door, you hear steps and snarls. there is definitely something dangerous behind that door.

Percival seems to have trouble perceiving the door, even after you point it out to him a few times. whatever the enchantment upon this door, it effects even elfish magic. you bet the point can't see this door either.

Extrapolating from previous experience, you are about to kick down the door, slay the beast behind it, and arrest this Sarah on suspicion of criminal intent, or something along those lines.

Roshan

Lady Jodithas enters your chamber, quietly bowing before taking a seat. A quick look at her financial records show that gold has been disappearing from her treasury by the hundreds, every few weeks.

You will find that I have devoted a good deal of my soldiers to maintaining order along the edge of the quarantine zone.

I have no greater priority than the end of this crisis, and a return to normalcy.

I've no love for Enrel, or Raloralei, I don't hide that. but I do not intend to move against them directly.

what do you do?

S$@+, guess this will require the tried and true method!

Hack and Slash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2) + 1 = 4

Or not!

I can hear Ron's voice in my head You should probably go get backup before you kick down the oh dear you've already done it.

break bars, lift gates, bust heads, kick asses: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

The door splinters apart with a loud crash. It'll never be the same again.

Catastrophe in my hands, I'm ready to bring the beat down on whatever is behind the door.

I presume my clattering entrance gives me a little bit of an advantage of getting my cut on before whatever is behind the door can do anything about it

Conwall

inside the room are 4 guards, all of whom draw their shortswords, and 7 small... things. like children, bit with elongated and clawed hands, and needle sharp teeth, and grey, rubbery flesh, and sparse stringy hair. they snarl and retreat, while the guards advance. what do you do?

For the record, you definately have the advantage. you have 3 +1 forwards, and yhey are currently at near range, if you still have throwing daggers.

I hurl a dagger at the throat of the second nearest guard
volley: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 = 14
damage: 1d10 + 1d4 ⇒ (8) + (3) = 11

and put Catastrophe through the stomach of the closest guard

hack and slash: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 2 = 10
damage: 1d10 + 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + (1) + 1 = 10

If I'm allowed the extra move

I think I still have the divine sword. It is in my inventory but I can't recall if I gave it to Conwall for his blacksmith move. Actually, I think Roshan asked for it but I greedily kept it (for meta purposes of later giving to Conwall). So ...

As he stands Ron draws the divine sword in his left hand, while holding Remorse in the right. The golden blade lashes out at the nearest thrall's face as Ron withdraws away from his companions. Moving to the top right of the map, attempting to get out of near range of Tom and Belym.

H&S Divine: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2) + 1 = 8

Best of 2:

Damage 1 (divine, pierce 1): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Damage 2 (divine, pierce 1): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2