Dungeon World PBP play (Inactive)

Game Master Elsine

With that 10+, if these guys are thralls, any way to snap them out of it?

Seeing Ron free, Belym commands her elemental to attack the creature closest to Tom

Command Elemental: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 6) + 3 = 11
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

As she unleashes a torrent of stone into the chamber, trying to sweep some of the creatures away.

Channel Landslide (forceful, hazard): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 3 = 15

Conwall

The two remaining guards Yeah, 10 damage will drop a guard, and make it a closed casket lower (but do not drop) their weapons. What are you doing here? Who are the left guard asks. what do you do?

In the cavern

Tom, you take a swing at one of them, but it goes wide, and the heavy prass swords momentum leaves you vulnerable. of course on eof the pale blighters goes straight for the throat, with his tearing teeth, while two more grab you and try to pull you to the floor. 3 of them on you, so 1d8+4 What do you do?

Ron, you wound one of the things, causing blue-white blood to streak dow its side, like a waterfall., but they close, and tear at you with their cruelly hooked claws 1d8+3 damage what do you do?

Belym, your serpent tears open Toms attacker, drenching him in blood. it moves back to find the tenacious thing still on him, despite the loss of most of its midsection. your avalanche sends 1d8 ⇒ 6 of the things to the other side of the chamber, and left a god deal of rock for them to climb over if they want to get at you. what do you do?

These guys have been thralls all their lives. they've never even seen the sun. they can't be freed, and even if their master dies, they'll only die with them... or waste away in the days afterward.

Also, updated the map

Gaining 2 gambit.

damage - armor: 1d8 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 3 = 5

Ron tries to slip free from his assailants and run to the nearby wall Top-right attempting to line up a fireball at the the ones Belym gathered up.

DD (DEX?): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7

Ron

You have the shot, but your back is against the wall, you'll sacrifice your chance to use remorse to fireball them.

Knowing the two fiends are right at his back, Ron quickly launches a fireball at the group behind Belym's barrier.

Cast Fireball: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 = 11

Aggressive Best of 2:

Damage 1 (ignores armor): 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

Damage 2 (ignores armor): 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12

Ron braces himself against the two fiends that he knows are on top of him.

DD (Str): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 1 = 6

Belym draws her hammer and moves to Tom's side, covering the priest's flank against the thralls.

Defend Tom: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

Spending that hold to halve damage on Tom, if I can do that for the pending attack

Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Tom considers buying armor at some point as he tries to wrestle on top of the thralls to escape.

Defy Danger(Strength): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 6) + 1 = 12

Tossing them to the ground, Tom brings the sword on top of them trying to impale one.

Hack and Slash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 6) + 1 = 8
Damage Dealt: 1d6 + 1 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (1) = 3
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

The smell of burnt hair fills the cavern.

Ron

That... that fireball should have killed them stone dead. the emerald flames left some of Belym's sand as glass... but still they shamble on, wounded but not dead.

in a much more immediate sense, the two assailing you have pinned you to the wall, and are trying to tear off your armour. what do you do?

Belym

yep, spend your hold on that second damage roll if you please.

Tom

your desperate slash cuts down the one who Belym wounded, while the other two continue to claw at you. and the ones that should be fried are clambering over the rubble. you guys have less than a minute, what do you do?

Attention focused solely on himself, Ron begins laying into the two creatures with the divine blade in short piercing thrusts.

H&S (Divine Blade): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 1 = 8

Best of 2:

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

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

Belym deflects a few blows aimed at Tom, but then spots the survivors of Ron's fireball gathering for another attack. She directs the serpent to continue aiding Tom...

Command Elemental: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

... As she steps away from Tom's attackers, and takes advantage of the clear field of fire.

Overchannel Giant's Sharpened Stones: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 5) + 3 = 12
Damage, forceful 2 piercing: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (3) = 5

ooh, snake eyes on the command. Sorry, Tom! Volsung, let me know if I lose the one Control I have.

I'm suddenly plunged with doubt. Am I doing the right thing? Are these people evil or did I smash in and start murdering? Oh well, better stay the course.

What are those things? I ask, pointing at the little demon monsters. Are they getting away? If so, I chase them.

"This one, surely." Cassandra's whisper taunts Roshan. The numbers didn't add up, and the nondescript noble had left herself wide open. Without Conwall in the room, the temptation set Roshan's teeth grinding. She had spent hours in this crampt room reading through accounting sheets.

Taking the pitcher of water and cloth from the table, Roshan walks to the chair in the middle of the room and pours Lady Jodithas a glass of water. "My lady, you are not the first to come and speak to me in this makeshift confessional."

Inquisitor: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 = 9

While the lady drinks, Cassandra seccures her ankles to the chair. While she sputters in shock, a belt loops down around her shoulders and the chair tips back.

"Lady Jodithas... for one so focused on the plague efforts, you seem to be misplacing a lot of gold. Were you not able to hire a cunning scribe to forge your documents? You wouldn't have been the first."

Not waiting for an answer, the pitcher's drip cloth, damp with condensation, is draped over the woman's face, and Roshan pours water from the pitcher over the cloth. For those unaware, this is called waterboarding.

Tom looks to finish the deed with the creature in front of him.

Hack and Slash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 1 = 5

I'll be able to update in a few hours, but int he mean time, two qustions. 1.) Roshan, which statement are you pushing (2, right?) and 2.) what the hell did you guys do to anger the dice gods so?

I'm suddenly plunged with doubt. Am I doing the right thing? Are these people evil or did I smash in and start murdering? Oh well, better stay the course.

Not waiting for an answer, the pitcher's drip cloth, damp with condensation, is draped over the woman's face, and Roshan pours water from the pitcher over the cloth. For those unaware, this is called waterboarding.

Are we the baddies?

Also confession time, I completely forgot that I could spend gambits for +1's ...

yeah... I was wondering what had happened to gambits

Also, we are in a serious case of Grey and Gray, or Grey and Black morality

This is my dice rolling back to normal. There is a reason I have more experience than Ron, Belym, and Conwall...

"I have no greater priority than the end of this crisis, and a return to normalcy." These three were hard to pick from. I really could have used that 10+, but Roshan's getting impatient.

To be perfectly clear, Roshan is torturing this one because she's getting impatient. I don't see her being capable of sitting through all of these interviews, and she sees Conwall's absence as an opportunity to crack without anyone seeing. Waterboarding is seriously not a cool thing to do, and nothing here even attempts to justify it.

Ron

One of the bastards falls, his leg hacked off and torso torn to shreds. his friends claws, however, tear into your flesh. what do you do? 1d8+2

Belym and Tom

Belyms serpent strikes a little too... enthusiastically. It closes tom in his jaws, and tossing him and his assailant across the room. Tom, take the serpents damage, and take an additional d6, ignoring armour, for the throw.

good news, Tom's assailant, and most of the charred... things, are dead (all but 2 of them). bad news, Tom is cut off from you guys,a dn his remaining assailants have turned their attentions on belym. and the two survivors turn on Tom. What do you do?

Map has been updated

Conwall

They're children, leave them alone! shouts one of the guards, stepping forward as the things retreat. you hear sounds from further inside, What in the hells is going on out there! a voice calls from the hallway. What do you do?

Roshan

I wished to- Cassie hands you another pitcher Ahg ah, ah Who the hell gave you the authorit- you pour again Uhg How dare you, do you know who I Am, My guard-

a few minutes, and a half-dozen pitchers of water later, she is singing a very different tune. and also covered in vomit. Also, I would like to thank you for my internet history, it was already pretty weird, and now it's a little worse

I... okay, I have no intention of curing the plague, I confess. it was nessesary. Please, i will tell you everything, just stop. She cries. what do you do?

Roshan, is "Buddy Movie" a custom thing you worked up with Volsung? I like it.

Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Another 2 gambit I think, putting me at 4. I'll just say 3 because I'm unsure.

Easy friend! Ron flashes green for a moment.

Cast Charm Person: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2) + 3 = 6

This won't work if this thing isn't a person. But Ron (and I) don't know if this thing would qualify.

Gambit that to a 7.

Earlier in the fight.

Ron stands stupified as these things crawl over him. What are ye? Who sent ye? Guess I'll have to get one of ye talking.

End Flashback

Belym steps away from Tom's former assailants, before leaping into the stone floor.

Channel Burrowing Carapace: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5) + 3 = 11
She emerges in the southwest corner of the chamber, turns, and the stone carapace falls away as she unleashes another barrage, starting with the two remaining in the middle of the room.

Overchannel Giant's Sharpened Stones: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1) + 3 = 9
Damage, forceful 2 piercing: 1d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5
My Body is a Dam: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Taking damage as the 7-9 consequence.

Buddy movie is a move from Class warfare move. I offered it as an advancement when I noticed that Cassandra the ex-cultist was becoming a favorite character.

Damage: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (6) = 9

Tom climbs to his feet slowly holding his bleeding head.

Cast Spell(Cure Light Wounds): 2d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 - 1 = 12
Healing: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

His wounds closing and his head cleared, Tom attempts to empower his abilities.

Cast Spell(Bless): 2d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 - 1 = 10

Choose to lose the spell, btw.

It didn’t take long for Roshan to lose interest in the process. As the woman’s defenses eroded and the layers of humanity peeled away, the templar didn’t feel the usual exhilaration. The stench of vomit made things worse. The baleful moans the woman issued when Roshan turned to consider her blades only grated her further. Was that really what was missing? Would she be any happier if the Lady were bleeding? It had never been an issue before. A preference, perhaps, but it never gotten in the way. Now, she just felt restless… Hollow.

Roshan tastes blood as she bites into the meat of her cheek. She hadn’t spent any of her reserve of righteous wrath since the paltry display for the guards, yet she still sought penance.

When the woman finally breaks, Roshan is sitting in one slightly damp seat and begins wiping the bile from Lady Jodithas’ face with the cloth. “There, there. That was not so hard was it? Now, I have a great many questions, and you haven’t left me with much time to ask them, but I think if we’re both patient, and cooperative, we can have the truth out and we can begin to build an amenable path forward. Now, you say the plague was necessary. What exactly do you mean by that, and who evinced you of this? What do you know about Sarah’s designs to burn the plague-infested streets- how is that to be carried out, and what progress has been made? Furthermore, I will need from you every incriminating bit of information you have on your enemies, Enrel and Raloralei. Bringing this truth to me, especially substantive, physical evidence, is how you will serve your penance to your people. For if we are to make a world without Gods, we must be accountable to each other.” She says to her torture victim without an ounce of irony.

Confeitor: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 6) + 3 = 11

Ron

Human the creature says, ceasing it's assault, but glowing with white light. You are involved in affairs beyond your ken. Leave now, and you may continue your mayflie life What do you do?

Belym

Your boulder crushes the remaining two Pale Servants. Your magic seems to effect them perfectly fine, how odd. Only Ron's assailant/conversation partner remains. what do you do?

Tom

yeah, only one left, and it's charmed... or something. what do you do?

Roshan

The plague... they said it was necessary. They are coming, coming for all of us. She says, slightly crazed. a strike (cleverly to the solarplexus, where it will not be noticed) from Cassandra gets her to slow her place. The ancient ones came to me, in dreams, and later through my personal seer. I learned how they once ruled the earth, how they are on the verge of return. They gave me names, I dealt with the bearers. is it not better to live in submission, than die fightin a lot battle?

As the room settles, Ron takes a moment to study this creature.

Spout Lore: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5) + 3 = 11

Feeling a little uncertain, I draw upon my eleven wisdom to be sure I'm not under illusion or just seeing things. did wisdom, plus my forward: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 1 = 10
I do NOT want to murder some kids while ensorceled

Feeling a little uncertain, I draw upon my eleven wisdom to be sure I'm not under illusion or just seeing things. [dice=did wisdom, plus my forward]2d6+1

I do NOT want to murder some kids while ensorceled

Worked for Anakin.

Tom swings for he fences.

Hack and Slash: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5

So what happens this time?

Are you trying to kill the one that is talking to me? I would move to block that strike.

Roshan lights a stick of incense to clear the air of the smell of vomit. The blades arranged on the table made this a place of rest. The physical effects of Roshan's work would fade quickly. The mental effects, as both templar and initiate knew, would be permanent.

"Mop the floor of this mess, initiate. We will need to be prepared for Perrora, the lion, and this Godless sheep must be given time to collect her penance." Turning to Jodithas, she says: "Age does not equate to strength. For all our fragility, man is capable of more than anything that has come before. Beasts, Gods, and Elder Things fall at the heel of man's ingenuity. Playing in to their bluster only puts you on the wrong side of this conflict. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can free yourself from the fear that they use to compell you to act against what you know is right. You shouldn't be scared, Orilanae. You should be filled with righteous indignation."

Belym would also try to block Tom.

Tom & Belym

Tom, you would need to cross the cavern to get at the... whatever that is. and your allies seem intent upon your not doing so. do you begin the trek anyway?

Ron

Stepping back a moment, the voice, the glow, the psychic vastness... there is one place you have felt this before. In the vision you and Belym shared, with the farsight stone. The Aboleths are here, and they are close to the surface.

also, you know, just know (maybe from the way the charm spell twirls on it's skin still, maybe this is an epiphany from observations noted throughout the fight, but you know) that the creatures have been treated, or conditioned, to resist magic. what do yo do?

Conwall

A deep breath, and the use of techniques Roshan and Ron taught you to use, if mind-twisters should assault, yeaild you interesting results. you look clearly. the imp creatures are sill there, but the guards eyes... they're glazed over. the guards are enchanted, and you are the only one who is seeing straight. what do you do?

Roshan

You don't understand, you haven't seen them. She pleads, eyes begging for absolution. I had no choice, we have no choice. She continues, Merrick escorts her out, giving you a look as he leaves.

Cassandra looks pleased, though less so as she cleans the floor. Merrick offers you a small bottle of lilac perfume, to cover the smell. Not all of it though. It is a gift for someone. He smiles.

eventually, Merrick and Cassie escort in One Eiralath Perrora. what do you ask him?

I thought there was another thrall near me, my bad. I would have headed back to Ron's side otherwise.

So ye serve the masters of the abyss. If our cause is hopeless, as ye claim, then tell me why the surface must fall.

DD (Cha): 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 1) - 1 = 5

Paizo spazzed out and multi posted and then spazzed again when clearing out multi-posts.. I'm about 90% certain that my first actual result was a 7. But I do love XP ...

Roshan is sparing with the perfume. She has the chair exchanged for Conwall's. Then, she orders lunch for three.

When lord Perrora enters, Roshan sits at the table with the entire spread sitting in front of her. Perrora's records sit at the end of the table, unopened. She does not ask any questions. She does not speak. She does not eat. She just watches Perrora. If he speaks, she does not answer. Her eyes bore a hole into the back of the man's skull.

Cassandra fidgets by the door, not sure what Roshan has planned, and quite distraught over watching her food cool.

Inquisition: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11

Non-violent only, then. Not as easy, but certainly possible.

I needed to grab one of the critters and bring it to my compatriots as evidence. Alive would be better...but dead was an option.

I rocketed after the monsters, deftly avoiding any attacks if they try to stop me.

Ron

We return because it is our right, we will rise because we are the last lords of this world. Your civilizations all built their foundations upon stolen time, and now, the debt comes due. The beast backs away slowly, its glow intensifying. You cannot stop us, we are legion. kill one, and 100 will take its place. leave now, and you may keep what years remain to you.

Roshan

Perrora breaks first, his resolve crumbling under your gaze.

I have had nothing to do with this plague!, and I don't like your snide insinuations to the contrary!

I have, in fact, maintained my own guard. You know, as well a sI, how dangerous these times are. I will not sacrifice my personal safety. This is definately true, his records confirm it.

I have no concern other than my own security, and the wellbing of my lands. I will gladly leave the other be, if they will extend the same courtesy

what do you do?

Conwall

the guards are only human, clumsy and slow by definition. you easily evade their strikes. the imps, however, are decidedly more evasive. they manage to dance just out of every grabs reach, and take shelter in nooks where you cannot follow. but one makes an error, tripping over one of the guards boots. You'll need to go dangerously close to the guard to get it. what do you do?

Cassandra steps forward, but Roshan waves her off. “Lord Perrora, there is no need. I have no questions for you. I wouldn’t dare. Briben seems to look at this plague like a bookkeeper hedging bets. The only thing Iartis fears more than the plague is to be seen cowering behind these walls. Orilanae was cowed by the first higher power she encountered. Aveqwyn is so meek as to be non-existent. Lorosrin doesn’t understand he is a servant of the people. Giselona couldn’t stand to make the hard decisions leadership requires. The Duches can’t even sneeze without asking for a consensus…” Roshan’s gaze slides to Cassandra and she traces a circle in the air with her finger. Cassandra turns, facing the door and looks it up and down. “If this plague were to destabilize Eloen, I wonder who would have the support of the people. -who would have the strength to lead. -who has the pedigree for a crown.”

Cassandra looks back at Roshan, who is taking a bite from a dripping hunk of meat. At first she looks hurt, then she listens to what Roshan is saying, and looks back at the door. “Were it up to me--excuse me--I would let them burn. Put them- out of their misery. No amount of gold will summon a way to cure so many, and to hear of their suffering, many of them won’t recover even were their blood clean of the disease. -but that’s the point, I would guess. Above the destruction of the lower class- the... burdens to the state, this plague is most effective in striking fear and doubt into the hearts and minds of those with a voice without silencing them. Quite cunning, actually. Someone in my position would be tempted to take advantage.”

“In any case, Lord Perrora, as I said, I have no intention of pestering you with questions. I see the truth of the situation. Do let me know if there is anything I can do for you.”

Cassandra quietly opens the door.
Defy Danger(CHA)?: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 1) - 1 = 5
If it's not clear, Roshan wants to get him caught conspiring against the Duches. Lots of ways for that to go poorly. I'd like to stay out of prison long enough to get to Ralorelei though,
I've got something planned...

I tumble close to the critter, trying to contort my body to not hit the guard.

defy danger dex l: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

I catch the little hateball, but in my haste I tangle the feet of the guard. He, the monster and I all tumble down the stairs. I have it in my grasp, but I'll need to untangle myself and get up in order to do anything.

Ron laughs. So it be upstart gods then?

H&S (Aggressive): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 5) + 3 = 12

Best of 2

Damage 1 (Pierce 2): 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + (3) = 8

Damage 2 (Pierce 2): 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (3) = 9

Ron moves like the wind, driving Remorse into the creature's throat.

Our speciality.

Still here, waiting to see what the beastie does after Ron pokes it.

Roshan

I have no doubt, Miss kaur, that you have called me a kiser, or a craven, to the others, hen you told them the same story. He says.

Furthermore , I would like to take this little meeting as an opportunity to tell you just how loathsome you are, foreigner. just another wastrel from the western lands, praying to your dead gods. I would like nothing better than to drive you and your cadre of- He is cut off by Cassie, smashing a bottle over his head, knocking him out cold. what do you do?

Conwall

a few bruises and scrapes and confused detangling of limbs, and you are on your feet, holding the imp-thing by the neck. atop the stairs, there is an individual (if forced to guess, you would say woman) in off white. An elf... How are you in here? She says, extending one hand to the right. The wards are intact... A deserter, I suppose. She says. what do you do?

Ron

the spear runs the creature through, killing it near instantly.

do you guys go up the stairs, or descend into the passage downward? (or explore the other branch of the tunnel?)

I call out to the figure Who are you? What is this thing?

It's an off-chance this will work, but the baddies do like monologuing sometimes...

Roshan looks at Cassandra. "Wh-" The templar looks at the lord collapsed and bleeding on the floor. "Wh-" Dropping her utensil and standing abruptly, Roshan looks back up at Cassandra. "I specifically said no blood!"

"Well, I don't know any of your secret hand-language! If I had any magic I could have put him asleep or something. Maybe you should tell me the plan before the bloated pig tries to escape."

"A templar adapts to the findings of the in quisition."

"Okay, teach me how to adapt to a concussed noble, sir."

Discern Realities: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 1 = 13
What is about to happen?
What should I be on the lookout for?
What here is useful or valuable to me?

Ron turns to Belym. I'm lost down here in the damn dark. What should we do Belym?

He then prods the dead body with his foot. These things appear to be resistant to magic. I wish Conwall were with us.

Belym glances at Tom. "Bones of the earth, right? I think we might've hit on a shortcut." She points at the Dwarf-made stairs downward. "I think we need to head that way."

When Ron pokes the creature, Belym replies "Well, they still seem to be vulnerable enough to rocks and spears, at least."

Conwall

Everyone calls me Sarah. The woman says And that "thing" you are holding, is my child.. An orb of white light appears in her hand, and she launches it at you.

Bar the door, Use the stríðsherra Gem! She shouts.

Roshan

in 10 minutes, he will wake, very pissed. in 30, your next meeting will be here, in a few hours, if Perrora gets away, you'll get in trouble for assaulting a noble.

Now that he's on the ground, you see that perrora was armed. only with a dagger, well hidden when he's vertical. He didn't come here in good faith.

He's got a coinpurse.... and a few vials of Goldenroot poison (3 in total)

In the depths

guys, I have 3 new moves for you. if you are descending into the depths, they are about to be very relevant.

F$~!s with your Head
When you lead the group, roll +Wis
on a 10+, gain 1 hold, and another if you venture through an infested area
on a 7-9 gain 1 hold, and venture through an infested area

Spend 2 hold to find a safe place to camp, or 5 to reach the end of the labyrinth

Eyes in the dark
When you guard against the things in the dark, roll +str
on a 10+, your group remains safe
on a 7-9, as above, but:
*You get clawed, bitten, and torn at, take 1d8 damage
*You lose your torch, and need to replace it, mark off two uses of adventuring gear
*Your group takes detours to avoid the monsters, lose 1 FwyH hold

Venture into danger
When you find yourself in a heavily infested area, roll + Con
on a 10+, 2 are true (your choice)
on a 7-9, 3 are (still your choice)

*more are clawing at the door
*You're outnumbered, like 3-1
*The torches are out
*It isn't just the "normal" ones
*You guys are separated