For the Amusement of Gods

Game Master Billybrainpan

The five of you stand in a pitch black room, or at least it seems like it is. you can see perfectly fine but there is no source of illumination. You can feel your feet on the floor but you appear to be floating in a vast black nothingness. Around stand four other people. These are the people you see.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Please check in here with some sort of introduction. We will begin once everyone has checked in.

Four other people + a polar bear, right? ;-)

Ah, yes. And a polar bear.

Jarl looks around at the four strangers with him. With a hand on his weapon, and in a commanding voice, he asks, "Who are you, and what is this place?"

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13 +2 from Rorik
Rorik Aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

You are answered by a half-orc whose chest is bare save for a moon tattoo and a wolf's head amulet. He looks back at the imperious Human and replies.

"To answer the first question: I am Koronuk of the Lyrune-Quah.

To answer the second question: That, quite literally remains to be seen."

Ah, yes. And a polar bear.

That looks more like a polar bear dog. :)

The Gamemaster wrote:

Ah, yes. And a polar bear.

That looks more like a polar bear dog. :)

Good show.

I have a cloak of human guise. I'll assume it's packed away and I'm dressed like the picture for now.

The lean man with pale hair and markings on his body that seem to course with fire looks around. He appears human from the waist up but his feet end in claws. Seeing his capable-looking companions, his hand goes to his sword hilt but he does not draw. "My name is Cinder. Where are we?"

Kn. Planes: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Soren looks around. "Strange bunch... And whats with the polar bear? Why is it all the way in... Wait, where is here?" Sorens expression doesn't change as he begins to register everyone and the nothing that surrounds them. "Soren... I'm not sure where we are, if we are anywhere at all. Shall we all try pinching ourselves to see if one of us is dreaming the others? Or perhaps on some sort of demi-plane..."

Cinder speaks to his familiar, who looks like a little winged demon wreathed in smoke. (actually a smoke mephit) "So Tephros, do you recognize this place?" Cinder cautiously draws his sword and takes a few tentative steps away from the group, prodding at the air in front of him. He looks back to see if they are still visible.

@Cinder - You don't recognize this as any plane.

I'll try to speed things along once Saria makes an appearance. Until then just roll play

Soren looks at the little demon thing and smirks. "Nice pet you have there. What kind of tricks can it do?"

Jarl frowns thoughtfully. "Well, if nobody knows where we are, we've obviously been summoned. Whoever it is must be exceptionally powerful; I've worked extensively with the Witches of Irrisen but have never experienced anything like this...."

Soren rolls his eyes. "Sounds like some people I've worked for..."

Jarl frowns thoughtfully. "Well, if nobody knows where we are, we've obviously been summoned. Whoever it is must be exceptionally powerful; I've worked extensively with the Witches of Irrisen but have never experienced anything like this...."

The half-orc narrows his eyes at Jarl's statement but remains silent.

Soren looks at the little demon thing and smirks. "Nice pet you have there. What kind of tricks can it do?"

The imp replies, "What kinds of tricks can you do? I can shoot smoke out of my..." before Cinder elbows him in the ribs.

"He's not a pet, he's a flying bundle of sarcasm."

I'm going to PM Saria, if she doesn't post in the next 12 hours we will starts without her.

Soren just raises an eyebrow in amusement at the imp. "Bundle of sarcasm indeed. I meant no harm, little guy."

The horned woman looks around at everyone, her eyes flicking back in forth in time with those of the fiery face that looms near her own.

"Saria." She answers, flexing her -and the spirit's- hands as she readies herself.

It says something about a campaign where a Half-Orc is the most normal looking of the bunch.

If you ignore the polar bear, I'm just a big human in armor. :-)

With a GREAT big GREAT BIG polar bear!

So sorry about this taking so long, I will try to have us started soon. RL is bogging me down right now,

As you talk a door appears to open from the nothingness and a young boy steps out. His skin seems unnaturally white against the blackness and his only clothing is a linen loin cloth.

He gestures as if to say "follow me".

Soren's mouth curves down, putting his hands near his blades, then glances at the party. Either way he will step forward.

"Why? Sorry, kid, but going with an almost naked brat after being brought to this... place.. against my will, I'm pretty suspicious this ain't some revenge/vengeance scheme."

The boy ignores any attempt to speak with him and begins walking down the long winding hallway.

Soren looks at the Saria. "Listen, There is literally nothing here for us. I have my suspicions too, but following this half naked kid is the only way to get answers." He raises his eyebrows at her.

"The way I see it, we can stand here in this dark empty room, or we can follow the stranger. Come or stay here; the choice is yours." With that, Jarl and Rorik follow the boy.

Cinder shrugs and follows, katana in hand.

you enter a seven sided room made entirely of white marble. On each wall is a heavy black marble door with a single word written on it. Pride, lust, greed, gluttony, envy, wrath, and sloth.

Knowledge(arcana): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

Jarl looks at each door, then at the child. "The schools of Thassalonian magic? Why all seven of them? In my experience, the individual schools have no relations with each other. I would know what this place is."

Having grudging followed, Saria looks around.

"Just pick one." she mutters! walking over to Greed. -1b]"Pretty sure were gonna have to touch one or something. I've been in trapped rooms not that different. Stupid safe rooms..."[/b] She adds under her breath.

Soren looks at each door, taking his time to examine each. "hmm, not much of a lust guy... Greed? Not really. Its not like I seek out riches, just the money I need to survive.. Guttony? HA! After all the time I have taken to sculpt this body! Envy.. I have all I need now. I dont see how that one is relavent in my case...Sloth.. No... Wrath... Pride..." He hesitates, scratching his chin. "Well I've made my decision." He smirks and makes his way toward the door marked 'Pride'. "Anyone wish to join me?" He chuckles softly.

Tephros pipes up, "Boss, I think envy is your big issue."

Cinder mutters, "Great, I'm being counseled by a three-foot smoke creature now. Well, I guess it's as good a choice as any."

Then louder, to no one in particular. "Is this some sort of test? I'm not afraid."

As Cinder, Soren, and Saria approach envy, pride, and greed respectively they disappear.

Soren looks around, taking his time to look at everything. Taking 20 on perception for a 35 If not Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

"Hmm... That was interesting... Teleportation is fun..." He frowns slightly.

Grumbling at the child's silence, Jarl and Rorik walk over to the Pride door.

If you ignore the polar bear, I'm just a big human in armor. :-)

One really can't ignore a 1,0000 pound bear in the room. :)

As jarl and Rorik approach the pride door the boy materializes in front of them with his hand held out to stop him. He turns to the door and runs his hand across the word pride, as his hand passes it is replaced with a name, Soren. He crosses to the greed, and envy doors replacing them with Saria and Cinder.

Korounuk glares at each of the inscriptions. "What is this, some sort of morality play? A trick of the feeble city dwellers? I am of the Lyrune Quah, what labels I take will be of my own making and no one elses!"

Jarl glares at the boy and stalks over to the Wrath door.

Jarl disappears and his name replaces wrath. Korounuk stands alone in the marble room with the boy.

Jarl looks the man up and down appraisingly and makes sure his weapon is close at hand. "Are you the one who summoned me?"

Soren looks the the man. "Nice getup. So who are you supposed to be?" He smirks.

"So what now?"

Is there a door that's been left un-named?

Cinder turns to the others. "Anybody else see a copy of themselves?" before quietly beginning a detect magic spell.

"I see a chest with 'Greed' written on it."

@Korounuk - the gluttony, sloth, and lust doors haven't been used.

Can I see anyone in the party? Also, how big is the room?

"No, this guy doesn't look anything like - " Jarl breaks off speaking as the man prepares to attack.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Is there a Surprise Round? Rorik can always act in one, and I can too as long as I'm adjacent to him.