GM RePete: Mask of the.....City of Golden Death (Inactive)

Game Master RePete

Syllyn looks around to see who else is being subjected to the so-called meal.

"I can't imagine anyone staying here for the food. Quite the incentive to improve ones rank. How long DOES it take to improve your rank, Krant? I don't want to complain, but one of my simple joys in life is enjoying good food, and this is... not."

During the sermon he responds
PRAISE BE! PRAISE BE TO RAZAMIR he states

Earlier

"Yes, I donate regularly." he snarls.

"So what have you donated recently? Donate now." Lauranna demands. If he refuses, she punches him like the training dummy. "Sacrifices should hurt, you know. Praise be Razmir."

"Not that I am complaining, but how many days do you have to muck out animal waste before you get to the next level that doesn't muck out animal waste?" Purnel addresses this question to Krant. "What step are we on again of the 31? I can't remember."

It shouldnt matter. It is for the glory of Razimir he says.

Earlier

"Pardon?! You don't have the ri..." trailing off as he takes one square to the jaw, he draws a blade and raises it high, before stopping. "Well now..."

Shaking his head, he slowly puts away the dagger as he rubs his jaw. "You've got heart. I'll give you that. Don't test me again, it may not end well for you."

Now

"Well, Sylyn, your rank will increase when the time is right. Some never advance." he replies, adding "Though in those cases, they don't get the chance to stay here either."

"Every day is a new adventure with Razmir. One does not always much out the stalls." he replies to Purnell. "In fact, now that lunch is over, you get the privilege of washing down this level of the temple!"

Krant retrieves a set of tiny brushes and some harsh soap. Pointing to a few buckets of water, he advises "You've only got 3 hours, so get to it."

This is very tiresome work. Need a DC 10 Fort Save from each vs exhausted.

Uncovered the first floor (Slilde 1 on the map). Feel free to move your characters around. Krant and a couple others will prevent you from going up or down to other levels. The dirt area on the west side is where you spent your morning mucking out stalls.

Put a purple line around the region he expects you to clean.

"Praise be to Razmir!" Dylph grabs a brush and the soap and sets to scrubbing...

Fortitude: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Fort ST: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Syllyn scrubs down the room with the stairs headed down. He's quite enthusiastic, his brush bouncing off different things making interesting rhythms. A musical performance as much as a job until - ooops - his brush flies from his grasp and down the stairs and he goes down to fetch it.

Anyone got prestidigitation?

Fort save (bit of luck): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Fort save (bit of luck): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"We are truly blessed."

fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

prestidiga...whoozits. That is wizarding stuff. Not for me.

Purnel will work on the area in yellow. If he gets the chance like the guards leave or fall asleep he will attempt to peak through the double doors by cracking them slightly.

perception to find a good time: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
stealth to peak in door: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

This lack of a preview button is a pain in the ass...and the site just ate my post...Stay Tuned!

Lorqinor Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Aerian Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Watching you clean, Krant stays vigil, wandering about to keep an eye on each of you. As Syllyn's brush bounces down the stairs, he rushes over to him. "Hey! Watch it. You can't get out of cleaning that easily!"

Growling, he heads down with the Nagaji to retrieve the brush. Once retrieved, he gripes. "Now, get back to work. Don't get too carried away this time!"

Slide 2 - Brush is marked with an 'X'

Evlar spends the majority of his time cleaning the sanctuary, keeping to himself. Turning towards the noise of Syllyn, he scoffs "Can't you do that without the racket?" *YAWN* With a shake of his head, he slowly gets back to work. It's apparent he's not as used to performing such a strenuous task.

Once Syllyn is back to work, Krant begins wandering about the first floor again. Stopping in the Room with Dylph, Lauranna, and Lorqinor, he barks "I think this small room doesn't need so many. Couple of you go help the dutiful Evlar in the sanctuary."

After what seems like an eternity, he announces "You're out of time. Put those supplies away and find a place to sit in the sanctuary. Afternoon prayer starts soon!"
Back corner of Room T5 is location he tells you to put your buckets

Dutifully, Evlar stows his supplies and rushes to find a place at the front of the pews, earning a chuckle from Krant. Shortly there after, acolytes and full cultists alike begin to file into the chamber. Its glaringly obvious to you a lot fewer members are in attendance for these 'afternoon prayers' than the mornings sermon.

Once all are seated, a herald in black robes and the ceremonial mask stands up and begins to recite a pompous litany of psalms revering the Living God Razmir. Looking around, you spot a number of the attendees dozing off. However, Evlar seems to somehow be consumed with interest in the man's words.

Need a DC 5 Charisma check to avoid falling asleep
And...you're up

charisma check: 1d20 ⇒ 12
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Purnel listens and attempts to absorb the meaning of the words.

Charisma: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Charisma: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

@Krant
Syllyn holds up the tiny brush with no handle and says, "Well, what do you expect. It's very hard to keep a grip on this thing when there is nothing really to grip!"

Charisma: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Sense motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Another endurance test, I see.

Every once in a while, when a point is made, Syllyn makes a s soft drum roll on the pew next to him, which helps to keep him awake.

charisma 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Sense Motive 1d20 ⇒ 20

"I did all that scrubbing in the corner just so I would have a chance at peaking through the big doors and what do I see?" "Outside." "They were the crappy front doors is all." "Well hell!" Purnel whispers to to Syllyn. {b]"This is going to take a while."[/b]

"I managed to get a look downstairs, but it wasn't very interesting with no time to search. I guess we bide our time."

Dylph sighs. "All we've been doing is biding our time...but you're right, nothing else to do...I feel naked without my gear..."

"I know what you mean." Says to Dylph. "I wish I had my big belly pillow back. It was so warm and cozy. It had pictures of ponies on the case."

"HEY!" Lauranna shouts from the pew at the man in black robes. "Maybe you could put a bit more zing in the proselytizing? We're dying out here!"

lol

Earliler to Syllyn
"It's not meant to be easy. If it were, everyone would be devout to Razmir." he snaps. "Now quit your whining and do the assigned task!"

Afternoon Prayers
Aerian Cha: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Aerian's head begins to droop just as Lauranna calls out, interrupted the speaker. Dozen's of grunts ring out over the room as cultists suddenly sit upright, pretending they hadn't been asleep. A couple soft chuckles can be heard.

Krantz clears his throat, but before he or the speaker have a chance to speak, Evlar leaps to his feet, eyes bloodshot through his mask. "HOW DARE YOU!" he screams, jabbing a finger at the air between you. "Have you no respect?! These are the sermons of RAZMIR! You are of the..."

Raising a hand, Kranz interrupts the irritated recruit. "I do believe it is my job to overseen her." he states calmly, approaching your pew. "Since this is your first day, I'll give you the a choice. You can either wear the 'Mask of Shame' to consider how one should respect the sermons and prayers, or this evening, you can perform an extra hour of transcriptions."

"I will do nothing of the sort!" Indignant Lauranna pops up from her pew. "If anyone is to wear the frowny face of shame it should be this obvious were-sloth! Where is his zeal for the Big Cheese? This man's words speak nothing to the glory of Razmir and in fact make him seem like some old dusty mozzarella with no taste at all! Not the firm, sharp cheddar that our Lord really is! I could do a better job speaking, and as you say, I have only been here a single day! If anyone needs to be transcribing it is this layabout! That, and well, I'm dyslexic."

Syllyn looks at Lauranna, mouth agape.

"Listen, kid, all dairy products aside, we are trying to get in, not get kicked out. You might want to try flattery instead."

Is that demand directed to the whole group or just select, more voluble, members of the congregation?

Purnel sits quietly holding his breath for lightning to strike Lauranna dead.

After a long moment, Purnel out of the side of his mouth says, "Calling out the head priest as a bad sermonizer is not really biding our time, Lauranna." "We are here to join. Not get ourselves killed for attempting a cue."

Krant Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Krant is speaking to Lauranna specifically.

"You will learn your place. You WILL show due respect to your superiors! Stand!" he orders. Marching over to another black robed figure, he holds out his hand. Receiving a whip, he comes back to the group.

"My dear, you cooperate and this will be quick and we can all go about our day. You continue to talk back, this will only get worse."

It's pretty obvious to all he's about to give her a few lashings with a whip as punishment.

Revered One, I gladly submit myself to her punishment so that she can see the goodness of those who worship Razimir he says as he stands up.

Dylph shakes his head, thinking this is not going to end well...he remains alert and ready to act, if needed...

"You will learn your place. You WILL show due respect to your superiors! Stand!" he orders. Marching over to another black robed figure, he holds out his hand. Receiving a whip, he comes back to the group.

"My dear, you cooperate and this will be quick and we can all go about our day. You continue to talk back, this will only get worse."

It's pretty obvious to all he's about to give her a few lashings with a whip as punishment.

"'Superior'? At public speaking? As if. And I'm already standing. People keep confusing me for a gnome for some reason. I'll have you know I'm 5-foot-6. That's a little above average for a human girl. I saw it in a book and everything. Most women are 53-plus-2d10-inches-tall. Anyhow, his poor speechifying is an insult to Razmir... and taste. Not good taste or bad taste just--taste period." She points up at the man. "I challenge you to an EPIC SERMON BATTLE! Looser gets to watch the winner flog Lorqinor!"

"Let me apologize for our friend's outburst, oh exulted leader. Our friend is sometimes extremely whimsical. She will do things that just don't make any since. I think she just has such a spell. I think it might be akin to talking in tongues or a strange disease. Her mouth spews forth nonsense."
bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 11

LOL! Nicely put.

Syllyn watches the events with mystification, thinking the girl could use a spanking or two, though a mask of shame would probably have the reverse effect, and thus is not terribly concerned.

LOL!
?: 1d100 ⇒ 151d20 ⇒ 8

Holding the whip high, the man glances towards Lorqinor and back to the others. He seems quite determined to whip someone at this time, his bloodshot eyes taking in the Lauranna female as she expounds on her thoughts.

"Hmm..." grunts the man, a rather faint twinkle appears in his eyes of furry.

A few murmurs from the crowd drift through the air. "Is he going to beat them all?"
"Glad I came today! Best afternoon prayer in a long time!"
"Will he let the recruit beat the other recruit? Seems a good teaching moment..."

Scratching his chin, the whip hanging in his left hand, he nods. "Deal." he finally replies. "And to show chivalry isn't dead, you can go first."

The half elf turns his back to the task master and disrobes.

Syllyn just shakes his hear at this turn of events and puts a little distance between himself and his overly voluble companions.

"Lorqinor, have you got kinetic armor or something?" "No one volunteers to have their back filleted open." "Are you feeling already?" Purnel approaches Lorqinor and pats him down. As leaning close he whispers to his friend, "Might be a good time to faint."

Lauranna rushes off and quickly returns with her disguise kit. She hands out a bunch of clothing, hats, helmets, a Shoanti headdress and a bunch of fake facial hair to her partymates.

"Here. Put these on."

She rushes over to the harpsichord. She depresses its keys a few times while trying to modulate her own voice--trying to hit the right vocal key. ♬ "La, la, la." ♬

Satisfied, she begins....

"R-A-Z-MIR" (pronounced: Are aye zee mir)
Sung to the tune of Y.M.C.A.
With apologies to the Village People

♬ Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, 'cause we're comin' to your town
There's no need to be un-happy. ♬
...
♬ Young man, when you're short on gold.
You can stay here, whether it's hot or it's cold.
You can stay here, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time. ♬
("EVERYBODY NOW!")
♬ It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR.
It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ They have everything for young folks in their barracks,
You can hang out with all the masked clerics... ♬
...
♬ It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR.
It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ You can get your soul clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel... ♬
...
♬ Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing! ♬
...
♬ No man does it all by himself.
I said, young man, put your self-respect on the shelf,
And just give yourself, to the R-A-Z-MIR.
You can trust him to be very sincere. ♬
...
♬ It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR.
It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ They have everything for young folks in their barracks,
You can hang out with all the masked clerics... ♬
...
♬ It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR.
It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ You can get your soul clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel... ♬
...
♬ Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so jive... ♬
...
♬ That's when a masked man came up to me,
And said, young man, take a walk up the street.
There's a place there, the church of the R-A-Z-MIR.
He's way better than all those gods of yesteryear. ♬
...
♬ It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR.
It's fun to pray to the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ They have everything for young folks in their barracks,
You can hang out with all the masked clerics... ♬
...
♬ R-A-Z-MIR... you'll find your best self with the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground. ♬
...
♬ R-A-Z-MIR... you'll find your best self with the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground. ♬
...
♬ R-A-Z-MIR... save your soul with the R-A-Z-MIR. ♬
...
♬ Young man, young man, are you listening to me?
Young man, young man, what do you wanna be? ♬

As she sings, Lauranna rushes around the congregation pointing out party-poopers, making them stand, sing the chorus, and do this dance that involves pantomiming the Taldane letters for "R-A-Z-MIR" as they say them.

Lauranna uses guidance in the minute before she begins, and she'll ditch aid to spontaneously cast enthrall (Will DC 15) to help the effort.

perform (oratory, guidance): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 = 22

No, but better me than her and if he sees that we are willing to do this it might help us he says to the halfling.

Syllyn can;t help himself and adds percussion to the performance.

Perform Percussion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

"R-A-Z-MIR" he shouts out at the appropriate times.

Purnel just stares in disbelief, hat on crooked, funny nose with glasses and beard in hand.
"Has she gone completely crazy..."
Very nice song improv!

Gone ? he asks.

Dylph hides a grin. While he still thinks Lauranna is bats, he is impressed with her song...but he wonders how it will be received by the Razmirans...not for the first time, he feels naked without his bow...

Syllyn can;t help himself and adds percussion to the performance.

"R-A-Z-MIR" he shouts out at the appropriate times.

Syllyn is totally the leather biker jacket guy with the super-thick mustache... being that he's mostly leather and all. ;p

Very nice song improv!

Thanks. I had briefly thought of using Nena's 99 Red Balloons (for the 31 Steps), Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise, Walk Like an Egyptian by the Bangles, and Blue Monday by Joy Division, but absolutely nothing had as much audience participation or seemed as much fun as YMCA by the Village People. ;)

Finding himself caught up in the catchy tune, Krant mumbles a few "R-A-Z-MIR" before he can stop himself.

With a nod, he admits "Well done. Well done indeed. My turn." Clearing his throat, he looks out towards the masses, eagerly awaiting his rebuttal.

Tune of 'Voodoo' by Godsmack
"I'm not the on who's lost the way
When I feel the gods callin my na-ame
Never do I wanna feel alone
And for this I revere his name!

I'm not the on who's lost the way
When I feel the gods callin my na-ame
Never do I wanna feel alone
And for this I revere his name!"

Finished, he looks around the room for the response. A few claps and murmurs whisper about the room, but it's fairly obvious they enjoyed the participation allotted with Lauranna more than Krants hymn. With a shrug, he hands the whip to the woman. "Well, seems you bested me. Five lashings will do it."

"I can't use my earth breaker?" Lauranna asks plaintively.

Resigned to the idea that a deal is a deal, she grabs the whip. "Alright." she says to Lorqinor, "Drop 'em!"

She snaps the whip like she means it.

non-proficient whip: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

A candle somewhere behind Lauranna falls to the floor in two pieces.

So the high priest left Krantz to do the sermon-off with Lauranna? I thought she challenged the high priest. Oh well.
Once Lauranna turns Lorqinors back to shreds, Purnel pipes up.
"I will take Lorqinor to the infirmary. Which way is that exactly? Nevermind, I will ask for directions."

Lauranna makes a good point with that miss. Whips are frightfully difficult things to use. Just getting them to crack is not easy, actually hitting something with the cracking part is decidedly difficult. Lorquinor may be in pretty good shape following an inexperienced whipping.

Syllyn backs as far away from Lauranna as possible after seeing that candle sliced in half.

With a loud sigh, Krant speaks up "You do need to hit the lad for it to count. If this proves too difficult, I will show you how its done."

His frown, turning to a smile, he adds "I'll show you both aspects, first how to do it and then you can feel the whips bite! 5 more to go, my dear."

Since Krant is in charge of teaching/disciplining your batch of recruits, the priests will differ to his judgement.

He tenses but will not moan or groan.