"Action 2 continued.
When she got the chance Tillia examined the ring, "That is the sign of the Juliacs who once owned this place." She went over and examined the grate in the wall and noticed the key hole. Seeing that there was a key hole she called over, "I think there might be something in there, looks like it needs a key to get in." It's at about that time that she heard the bigger dog begin moving. She turned carefully and began to back away as she looked for someplace to get up higher so it couldn't reach her. "Um, guys, we might have a problem, one of the big dogs is getting up again." She retrieved one of the scrolls from her pack and unrolled it as she prepared to use it to defend herself if needed.
The animal's whimpering seemed to subside as Rowan did what she could. Looking over at Caleb, Rowan noticed that he too had bite marks that were bleeding. "Would you like me to bandage you up too?"
Caleb shook from the all-too-familiar feelings of adrenaline and pain.
"Yes, please. Damned thing bit me pretty badly." he looks at the dog viciously "Let's put her down." Carefully he shrugged off his overcoat, removed the leather greave the dog had bitten through - and probably the only reason he was going to keep the arm - unlaced his sleeve and pulled it up to reveal the bite.With his bulky garments removed it was possible to see just how gaunt the young man was. Skin so translucent you could see the veins underneath clung to atrophied but highly defined muscles. Individual tendons could be traced by eye. Along the underside of the forearm was some form of body art - a long cable somehow placed under the skin, coiled into the form of a runic symbol.
Exposed to light the coil twitched, and started to move. It glided and wriggled up his arm and back under his upper arm armour.
Caleb whistled admiringly as Eirik performed his acrobatics. "You, I can get a job."
like clawed baby footprints crisscrossing the floor, desktops, and cupboards was revealed in the offices.
"Anyone know what these are?" [ooc]if someone with a real chance tries to survival/knowledge to work it out, Caleb will aid if he can... but barring a nat 20 he's going to have no idea."[/b]
"Yes, please. Damned thing bit me pretty badly."
With his bulky garments removed it was possible to see just how gaunt the young man was. Skin so translucent you could see the veins underneath clung to atrophied but highly defined muscles. Individual tendons could be traced by eye. Along the underside of the forearm was some form of body art - a long cable somehow placed under the skin, coiled into the form of a runic symbol.
Exposed to light the coil twitched, and started to move. It glided and wriggled up his arm and back under his upper arm armor.
Rowan reached out her hand to touch Caleb's bite wound. As she touched his arm, something moved under the skin and she started, pulling her hand away. Seeing that Caleb remained unconcerned, she convinced herself that she must have been seeing things. Reaching out again, she covered his wound with her hand and let the healing energy flow into him. Translucent skin knitted back together and the bleeding stopped. "You seemed to need a little more than bandages. You should be fine now but it you feel anything abnormal," Rowan considered what she thought she saw, "then let me know."
tag Caleb ?
Caleb twitched as the flesh reknit. "Lady, I wouldn't even know what normal felt like. This feels a lot better though. Thanks." The last word had a strange inflection - apparently something Caleb was not used to saying.
Caleb whistled admiringly as Eirik performed his acrobatics. "You, I can get a job."
”Thank you. I might need one,” the monk murmured, a sad smile on his lips. ”I doubt I will be welcome to the courts anymore, not once someone gets around to distributing word of our little differences of opinion with the vigilantes earlier.”
"Um, guys, we might have a problem, one of the big dogs is getting up again." She retrieved one of the scrolls from her pack and unrolled it as she prepared to use it to defend herself if needed.
”By the lawgiver, that one is tough as old roots,” Eirik muttered. The monk strode to the dog’s side, considered the differences in anatomy for a moment and then planted a quick punch at the base of the hound’s neck.
”I’d rather not keep beating the poor mutt,” he grunted. ”Do you think we should throw it out, or keep it, to gift it to the Paracount for funds of favors? From the look of it, it’s the kind of beast he was thinking when he issued his Proclamation. And if we are to fund this revolution as well as lead it, we could use all the money we can scavenge. Or, the hound might give someone a valid reason to walk into the midst of the enemy.”
Yes, non-lethal damage is recovered a a rate of 1 hp per hour, but you know me,; I'm always looking for RP opportunities for you all.
Recap coming later tonight.
Do I have a defined course of action?
Game on!
Hearing Eirik’s request for water, Vandomir went to toss his skin to the man, but Rowan beat him to it. He stood protectively over the group, unsure if he was waiting for more enemies to come out of the darkness, or if he was waiting for the dogs to come back to life. When he saw that the group was administering aid to the fallen dogs, Vandomir commented ”you know, I was just kidding about turning them in for the bounty, right?”
Vandomir turned and watched Eirik scale the building’s interior to recover the metallic object. When it was announced to be a signet of the Juliac family, Vandomir commented ”Juliac, and Victocora rings now? We are well on our way to collecting a complete set of the outlawed houses?” He continued in his own mind, ”best that I not add my house, or my ring, to the list.”
”Are we then going on through this grate? It pains me to say, but if my vote counts for anything, I say we put the dog down. Better that than we keep brutalizing the poor thing.”
Turn 014 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
We missed Kaldar. You still with us, right?
Turn 14
Action 1
Seeing the dark opening behind the grate Tillia looked to her companions and said, "So, who wants to go through the dark scary hole in the cattle shoot first?" She waited until the others had made it through safely and then followed along and found herself on the other side in the old slaughter house. The amount of light available was a nuisance, one she could do nothing about at the moment so she asked, "So does someone have a light? I haven't got a spell for that right now." When she noticed the patterns and tracks in the dust she said, "Stop, let me look at these patterns, they might be something of importance." With that said she cast a spell and began examining the room for magic, particularly the patterns in the dust. She followed them around the area as she did so and eventually found herself near the trap door.
Action 2
When she reached the trap door is when it happened, a flare of magic, the swish of a blade, and the thunk as it narrowly missed her head. Tillia froze, the combination of events terrifying her, and then it got worse. She began to hear the sounds of a stampede, the sobs, and even worse still, the blood that began to coat the walls. Tillia had placed one hand against the wall to support herself at the startling turn of events before she knew about the blood. She just began to collect herself when she felt the warm gooey substance begin to coat her hand.
For poor Tillia this had just been the climax of a terrible day. She'd gone to the rally to protect her friend and failed, she fled with these others and then ended up in this abandoned place, came close to being mauled by dogs, which reminded her of the hellhound from the rally, and now this obviously haunted place had sprung up on her, and now because of the haunted slaughterhouse she had blood running down her arm and staining her clothes. Tillia just couldn't take it anymore, her mind pushed to it's limits for now, she looked at her hand, lifted her head up, and screamed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
No, she used fervor to heal Caleb,right?
Well, it seemed easier just to give you numbers. Non-lethal is recovered at a rate of 1 hp per hour so Eirik maybe has recovered 2 points already; I'll adjust next recap.
@Tillia: no magic was detected. BTW, only the part of the wall that was struck by the knife started bleeding. :)
Questions?
Game on!
Turn 14
Action 1
At Tillia's request, Vandomir pulled a torch from his pack and proceeded to light it. Noticing the marks on the floor, he leaned in to try and determine their origin.
+2 vs humans
"Could be any number of things from what I can tell, the marks are a bit indistinct, and not something I am familiar with."
He waited a moment while Tillia conducted some magical display before he suggested, "shall we?"
Action 2
As Vandomir was preparing to go through the door, he heard the scraping of metal against wood and turned in time to see the knife slide across the table and fly at Tillia, "look out," he cried, but the warning was too late, and not needed, as the knife missed her and stuck into the wall. Where the knife had stuck, he saw a thin trickle of blood, which started growing to become more of a torrent, at least insofar as bleeding went. He felt very uneasy at this turn of events, "be strong, for the ladies, they will need to see your confidence," he thought. He stood erect, looking to make sure there was no actual enemy that had thrown the blade, seeing none, another of his senses took over, "cattle?" He could hear frightened cattle, and the start of a stampede. "You all hear that right? Cows? Get to the walls, and out of the way, we don't want to get trampled. Where are they? Into the rafters if possible." Vandomir moved to the side, set his right knee as a step and cupped his hand ready to help one of his compatriots up into the rafters and out of danger.
Eirik fell into a defensive posture, knees bent slightly, hands ready to deflect blades hurled in his direction. Despite the apparent ease of his pose, his eyes were wide. 'Is this place haunted?' he wondered, eyes darting from shadow to shadow as his mind found the easiest explanation to the eerie turn of events. 'This is a place rich with memories of death, after all... but who ever heard of ghosts of beasts lingering in a slaughterhouse? Or is this a legacy of the Silver Ravens, still protecting their secrets? Be it what it may, haunts were not something he was trained to deal with. Could the living reason even with a spirit?
”We mean no harm,” he murmured, deciding little would be lost on making an attempt, even if the words fell on dead ears. ”We seek the Ravens, to continue their work.”
“I’d rather not keep beating the poor mutt,” he grunted. ”Do you think we should throw it out, or keep it, to gift it to the Paracount for funds of favors? From the look of it, it’s the kind of beast he was thinking when he issued his Proclamation. And if we are to fund this revolution as well as lead it, we could use all the money we can scavenge. Or, the hound might give someone a valid reason to walk into the midst of the enemy.”
"Kill it. It'll keep coming back. You want to give that to THRUNE? Risk it leading some squad back here some day?"
"So does someone have a light? I haven't got a spell for that right now."
Caleb concentrated, and a shimmering, abstract, almost-humanoid figure comprised entirely of light manifested. "That enough?" he asked.
Before anyone could walk through the trap door, one of the old slaughtering knives rattled rom the table and slammed into the wall next to Tillia, barely missing her head. There was a distinct sobbing heard and the wall started bleeding. Suddenly, the braying of frightened cattle was heard and what sounded like some sort of stampede.
Caleb jumped when Tillia screamed. He looked around wildly, eyes wide and arm still exposed.
Caleb took Vandomir's advice and scrambled up the stronger man, leaping for the rafters. Who would have thought I'd be copying
that Eirik guy's ring steal...
"The Ring!" he shrieked "Show the ring!"
Action 1:
Quote:
“I’d rather not keep beating the poor mutt,” he grunted. ”Do you think we should throw it out, or keep it, to gift it to the Paracount for funds of favors? From the look of it, it’s the kind of beast he was thinking when he issued his Proclamation. And if we are to fund this revolution as well as lead it, we could use all the money we can scavenge. Or, the hound might give someone a valid reason to walk into the midst of the enemy.”
"Kill it. It'll keep coming back. You want to give that to THRUNE? Risk it leading some squad back here some day?"
”Even if we all agree that it is better to put down the dogs rather than keep them, who’s willing to do the deed? I agree with your reasoning but after working on the one dog to ease its suffering, I can’t be involved with taking its life now that it isn’t openly hostile. If it tries to bite my face off then that's a different story but if it keeps its distance then I keep mine.”
Tag everyone"shall we?"
Rowan began to walk forward to take a better look through the trap door when the air around her seemed to change. She could feel the presence of something unexplainable just before a knife flew across the room at Tillia.
Action 2:
A cacophony of sounds surrounded the warpriest and she had a hard time trusting her senses. When she heard what sounded like stampeding cattle, she was convinced that there was something not quite real going on in the room. She felt like there was some sort of presence in the room but couldn’t quite put her finger on what was happening.
I plan to recap tonight...
Well, that's too bad but thanks for not vanishing into the 'eethernet'. I hope you find a game that engages you.
Guys, Kaldar will be in the background for the time being, and we'll drop him off at the nearest bar as soon as we get a chance. :)
On a more serious note, I'm thinking we stay with our 5 PCs, and there's no need to recruit anyone else but let me know otherwise.
Game on!
As long as we think we'll manage with the loss of some potential healing I'm fine with that. I don't know if warrior get the r esto spells or not.
Rowan still couldn't figure out what was off about this room but thought there may be a couple others who may. Quickly making her way over to Tillia who was quite hysterical, the warpriest tried to calm her down and get her to focus.
Gripping the woman's shoulders gently but firmly, Rowan spoke in as soothing a voice as she could considering the circumstances. "Tillia, I know that you've been through a lot today but just focus on me for the moment. There is something weird about what just happened. Can you think of any reason for the noises and things moving on their own? Does anything seem familiar?"
tag Tillia
Keeping her eyes on Tillia's face, she also addressed Caleb. "That goes for you too, Caleb. Do you recognize anything? It seems magical or supernatural and I can't tell what it is.
tag Caleb
I'm OK with a minor rebuild of your PC. Just let me know what you decided.
Oh, and it's Fabian, not Fabio. :)
Game on!
At Rowan's touch and words Tillia found the distraction she needed to calm herself. She managed to focus on Rowan's eyes and voice and took a deep breath or two before she could think. "I...I, give me a moment." Tillia took a deep breath and focused, she cast a spell and then began to look around her and examine the area for magical auras.
Turn 015 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
Turn 015
Action 1
The monk relaxed as the haunting was explained away, but still, questions remained. ”And where is the one maintaining those spells, do you know?” he asked. ”I assume the person should be able to see the place he or she is casting into, but there are no places to hide in here we haven’t already looked.”
Action 2
The stench down below made Eirik’s eyes water and he wasted no time in wrapping his silk sash over his nose and mouth in an effort to block out at least a little bit of the smell. With all too little success. He barely acknowledged the sound of a flute in the background as a pack of rats moved to defend their territory.
Robe swirling, the monk stepped up to Caleb’s side, seeking to shelter the mystic from the beasts’ attacks. Twisting the Wind, into Falling Leaf. Eirik turned his step into a quick circle kick, connecting with the closest rat’s head with enough force to stagger the beast. In the same smooth movement the monk shifted his weight, raised his other foot high and brought it down on the rat’s head in a fierce axe kick that drove the beast’s chin into the flagstones.
Turn 15
Action 1
A deep guttural laugh erupted from Vandomir, "minor magic you say? That scared me like you wouldn't believe, and did you see Caleb shoot up into the rafters?" Peering up at Caleb, Vandomir offered a hand, "you can come down now little bird."
Once Caleb was down, Vandomir looked around, "I have to agree with Eirik, whoever did this must be close."
Action 2
Looking around, Vandomir asked, "dogs and rats? Did we bypass the cats in this ecosystem?" With his bow in hand, Vandomir fired at...
... the injured rat that had struck at Eirik.
or
... the nearest rat.
The gentle release of the string, followed by the twang in his ear, brought him back to his youth when he first learned to love the bow. but that was target shooting, and hunting, this was fighting for his life. The arrow flew true through the dimly lit room and sunk into the body of his target. ...
... Pierced through a lung, the rat fell on it's side. "I believe we can make a wonderful meal out of these fellows when we are done," quipped Vandomir.
or
... The rat screeched as the arrow struck it, but the damage was not enough to bring it down and it continued to harry its prey. "I believe we can make a wonderful meal out of these fellows when we are done," quipped Vandomir.
Turn 15
Action 1
Tillia seemed quite relieved now that she had determined what happened. "It's possible that these spells were put together in a way that htey are self sustaining, they could simply trigger when someone comes too close to the trap door who shouldn't."
Action 2
Having reached the bottom of the ladder Tillia looked around and saw the rats. Could this day get any worse? She let out a quite squeak of fear and quickly retrieved a scroll and read from it the action released the magic there in and a patch of grease appeared beneath the rats.
Action 1:
Rowan was relieved when Tillia gave an explanation to what was happening. She was glad it hadn’t been something more serious. What didn’t make sense was why someone had gone through the trouble of setting this all up. ”Why stampeding cattle noises? I can understand the flying knife scaring people away but the other noises don’t make sense. I guess it doesn’t really matter. What matters is what is through that trap door.”
Action 2:
As Rowan stepped off the ladder, she found the stench overwhelming and she gagged. She thought she was going to wretch but the very large rats drew her attention and she steeled herself against the nausea. She paused momentarily to consider if Milani considered rats to have the same esteem as mice but soon decided that there was nothing sacred about these vermin.
Unleashing her weapon, she brought it down on the nearest rodent.
The morningstar crushed the rat's skull and its leg twitched briefly before becoming completely still.
or
The morningstar paralyzed the rat's hind legs by crushing its spine but it still was alert. However, it not being able to move made it an easy target for her next attack.
Round 1
, hit
, hit
, miss
, miss
Caleb withdraws
Round 2
Turn 16 is up
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
Turn 016
Action 1
Eirik examined his boot and the rodent blood now staining it with some disgust. The day had certainly turned eventful. ’And I seem to be collecting wounds like a miser hoards coins,’ he thought, wincing in pain from his latest injury. As bite wounds went it wasn’t spectacular, but rats were known carriers of diseases...
”I believe I will need another bandage if you would be so kind,” he murmured, glancing apologically at Rowan.
Action 2
”Do you hear that music too?” he hazarded, wondering if he was imagining the faint and most out-of-place sound. The monk was squatting by the pile of the remains of pillows, poking and shifting the soiled pieces of cloth gingerly with the tip of a kukri, peering at the depression behind them, wary of another wave of rodents ready to defend their nest.
Turn 16
Action 1
"Rats are the scourge of every city, and Kintargo is surely no exception. However, those were some very large rats!"
Vandomir looks around for any other threats, "we have not yet even begun this rebellion, and still combat seems to be the order of the day. I do not mind slaughtering such creatures as the rats, but the dogs, and maybe the brutes from earlier are a new experience, that I believe I do not enjoy."
Action 2
Vandomir responds as he searches the area. "Yes Eirik, I hear it. G-flat major, would you agree?"
+2 vs humans
Turn 16
Action 1
With the rats quickly dispatched Tillia seemed to relax a little. "I'm glad that's over with, I hope we don't see any more of those. Disgusting creatures."
Action 2
As they moved further along in their exploration the sound of the pipes continued. The eerie song made an unpleasant journey even worse. "I don't imagine that piper knows something more cheerful does he?"
I'll not be around much/at all tomorrow due to both work and family in town and Sunday I may not feel up to anything after how exhausting the extra crap I have to do that day at work combined with tomorrow's busy day. I will be in as I can but bot me as needed.
I'll not be around much/at all tomorrow due to both work and family in town and Sunday I may not feel up to anything after how exhausting the extra crap I have to do that day at work combined with tomorrow's busy day. I will be in as I can but bot me as needed.
Thanks for letting me know. Weekends usually are slower anyway but I do want to recap no later than Sunday...
Caleb: you're still with us, right?
Action 1:
”I believe I will need another bandage if you would be so kind,” he murmured, glancing apologically at Rowan.
”I think I can manage that.” As Rowan quickly tended Eirik’s new wound she said, ”Good thing for you that people don’t bite as much or you may need to employ me full time.”
The warpriest looked around the area for anything that may point towards the presence, past or present, of the Silver Ravens. She tried to ignore the ever present stench as she searched but it was getting more and more difficult. ”I suggest we keep moving. Hopefully the smell won’t be as bad the further we go.”
Action 2:
As Eirik started poking around, Rowan joined him albeit reluctantly. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she moved some of the decaying material.
"I don't imagine that piper knows something more cheerful does he?"
”None of this makes sense.” Rowan continued to ask questions, not really expecting anyone to know the answers. ”If this is a hideout, why make your presence known by continually playing music? Could it be a trap? Lure us in and then attack us?”
Tag?
Vandomir responds as he searches the area. "Yes Eirik, I hear it. G-flat major, would you agree?"
"Could be J minor for all I know," Eirik answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I know what I like, and that's about what I know of music." 'And that tune down here is way too eerie for my liking' he thought.
”None of this makes sense.” Rowan continued to ask questions, not really expecting anyone to know the answers. ”If this is a hideout, why make your presence known by continually playing music? Could it be a trap? Lure us in and then attack us?”
'Or perhaps this is what happens from breathing these foul fumes for too large long,' Eirik thought darkly, trying in vain to adjust his sash over his nose and lamenting he wasn't a lady of society who might have a bottle of perfume with her at all times. Or better yet, who would have no reason to be down here in the first place. 'Oh well... nothing worthwhile gained without a struggle.'
"A trap, or perhaps a test?" he mused aloud. "Surely the piper knows we are here and not yet discouraged, yet he still keeps playing. But we have little choice but to press on."
"If that was some sort of trap, it was a bloody good one." Caleb cautiously descended and attempted to preserve some of his dignity.
"Stampeded noises, because ghosts. Lots of cows died here. Makes sense there might be some sort of ghost-herd or something. I mean, if someone killed hundreds of people, you'd pretty much expect it."
"Damn! I hate feral freaking animals! They always try to go me! Aah!" the bitten man screamed as he cautiously poked the wound, almost directly on top of that from the dog. "Damn freaking animals! What is it with this arm? I better not get rabies again."
Caleb looked around the new room "Look, you guys are doing pretty well, but I'm tired, hurt and I can't afford to draw much more on... my reserves. I don't know what that damn piping is, but it can't be good. We've proven there's something underneath this place. Good for us. How deep are we going to go?"
"I'd suggest we squat here and recover, but this place looks like its infested with about a million different things."
He looked around again "I reckon I've got one good hit left in me. Then I'm a guy with a knife. I'll tell you this. If we are going further, I'm staying away from the front. I'll throw my knife or something. If Eirik hadn't kicked that other rat, it was going for my face. I might be bleeding out right now!" he looked at the cleric "- And thank you Eirik - I owe you. And I remember my friends as much as my enemies."
He looked at the blankets a third time "Do you reckon someone's squatting down here already? Gods, you don't think those were wererats do you? I don't want to get Lycanthropy!" Even as he speaks he gestures and blankets and pillows start to fly.
"If the dagger, bleeding wall, and phantom cows were minor magic, perhaps the music is as well," Vandomir began, "and as for the music, you have the better of me. I know nothing on the subject. I heard someone use that term once, so I thought I would try it in context."
Turn 017 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
Vomit on how many players:
, miss Caleb
, miss Eirik
, miss Rowan
, hit Tillia
, hit Vandomir
Those hit make fortitude save DC=11 or be nauseated for rounds:
Can send to me please?
"What the," started Vandomir as the disgusting attack hit him. "Vomit Devils? I've never heard of the like." Vandomir raised his bow as he blinked repeatedly to get the horrible substance out of his eyes. He took aim at the nearest opponent and fired an arrow at it...
... but the arrow went wide, missing its target. "This junk in my face makes it hard to see. How is everyone doing?"