Heathy's Isle of Dread Thread

Game Master Heathansson

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I moved Satari up top; I guess Elgan and Satari can do stuff if they want to.

I worked a bit today, and working tomorrow; see you guys tomorrow night probably.

Oh snap. Sorry guys, still WAY behind in taxes and busy at work. 3 rounds worth huh? I can convert a few more spells to cures, but I'm running out of spells quick. :( How is Altai for summons? Do I need to call in air support? Or shall I just burn for healing?

:/

EDIT- Oh yeah, and after that last hit I need to 'physician heal thyself!' :(

I'd say heal yourself. How is Satari doing? I'm summonig up a storm, and we have limited space inside this cylinder. Also, big area effect blasting spells are a no-no, as we kill off the poor schmucks in the coccoons.

Huzzzzah!!!

I'm making an executive decision.

In the three rounds, one of the air elementals finally finds Beldan, and pulls your unconscious friend out of the cocoon.

You can teleport away now, or do something else; if you want to hang around that's fine, but this encounter is seriously in the horse latitudes now.

end of combat

70,000 experience points each.

I say we do it. Any chance of bringing along the other rescued folks? We'll drop them off in the city we set out from.

that's fine.
You find that the vast majority of them are from "earth" that strange parallel Oerth, and from various different times....
there also seems to be a common recurring theme to their stories: these people were all present at the time of some great catastrophe or another, and the mothmen snagged them for some strange mothman type reason that doesn't make sense to humans, because mothmen are weird, man.

Mothmen are the best. Why do they do what they do? NOBODY KNOWS!!

More importantly, we are now level 17. I'll update later today. How do you feel about Wish? Frankly, it frightens me a bit.

Me too. Owell.

I mean, "wish in one hand, shit in the other and see which one fills up first....."

the....wish hand does. That's craaaaaaaazy.

I think I'll leave that problem for later. I'll take Gate, Summon monster IX and Time stop, methinks.

Huzzzah!

The Pipster needs a serious updating

Wowsers. I now have 2 Heathy PbP PC's to update. I seriously need to get my taxes done, (and slow down at work) so I can get on it!

In other news,... WOOT! 17th LEVEL!

Seventeenth level... it's been a struggle to get here enough to read threads this week... Emrael will get some attention soon. Somehow. Race ya, Elgan!

And,....what do you want to do next?

I assume you're back on the ship. Beldan eventually comes to. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

Is there a place to do some shopping?

Pip brews Beldan some Longfarthing Black tea

"You're gonna be OK buddy!"

He starts handing out biscuits and tea to the rescued folk

"Well get you somewhere safe folks."

BTW was there any obscene statuary carved outta sapphire or anything? Arrows cost money!

Lelag Leng is a day's journey east by skyboat.

The mothmen killed had about 150,000 g.p. worth of tradeable stuff i.e. "cheesy +1 magic stuff you guys don't want to use....."

Lelag leng is full of denizens though.......

But,......somebody has a "gate" spell......

at work atm; don't expect a bunch from me this afternoon.

Lelag leng is full of denizens though.......

I don't think that's a viable destination. I could gate us home to Sasserine, though.

Your Sasserine, or an alternate universe where everything's the same except everybody has long prehensile tongues like JarJar Binks?....

Indeed... A pit stop along the way may be called for.

"Gentlemen, I have an idea. We would like to get the hell out of this awful place; on the other hand, there seems to be all kinds of barriers to do so. With a little preparation, I will be able to yank open the very stuff of reality and make a temporary conduit to anywhere."

"So where should we go? I propose we pay a visit to Gjetost's steading. He can say hi to his wife and kids and sleep a few nights in his own bed. We can debrief Beldan and then decide what to do next."

Pip brightens

"A capital idea! I bet the crafters near his steading can whip up a mean batch of arrows!"

Pip holds up a golden piece of jewelry studded with glowing gems. It's lines look vaguely wrong, twisting together in non-Euclidean tangles

"Shiny!"

Pip stuffs the bit in his bag of holding

"Oh my god.....I can see.....forever......"

Back to Jotunheim?....

"Yeh, Dat soun's guud dere chere. Yew jes' Git us outteh heah. Ah t'ink Ah've about had enuff uv dis heah udderwurld realm fer a lafftime."

Elgan pat's Beldan's back with a combination of care and concern.

The druid, ignoring his own wounds for the moment, tends to the others and looks Beldan over. (Is he visibly injured?)

Back to Jotunheim?....

Yeah. We'll hang out with the big fella for a week or two while nursing Elgan back to health. After that we can get back to looking up that giant wizard.

Gjetost is a right hardass, and might be someone who matters a bit. I for one am looking forward to some Asgardian feasts. We could use one or two after our adventures in Leng.

I'm just glad we didn't have to make WILL saves every round against the mothmen. I've read that book. They are a PAIN! :)

Not my fave author, but it was an interesting book. ;P

Elgan swiftly burns the rest of his daily spells into cures to take care of most of the wounded. Once he is done he leans against Claw wearily.

"Whenevuh yer reddy chere'. Ah'm taired. Les' git outteh heah befoh enny mur uv dem blasted Moff-Men cem beck."

"There's a storm coming."

"We'll take care of that. Lie down and take a rest." Altai gives Beldan a friendly pat on his shoulder.

"The probably messed him up really bad," he later mutters to Elgan. "I can help a bit, as can you. Still, I suspect we'll need the best healers available anywhere."

"No,....I was incomplete before. You're incomplete. After the change, you can see in more dimensions.

You're like a stick figure, and I'm seeing in dimensions you can't comprehend.

Time, it's not on the piece of paper you're on."

"Ah'm nut shure whut dat means. Zac'ly. Buut Ah'm purty shure dat weze wuzn't meant tew see in mur dee-men-shuns. Ah don' t'ink dats zack'ly healthy."

Elgan looks at his feet.

"Whut paypuh?"

"The thin paper upon which reality as you know it is drawn. It is ever so fragile."

"Time is linear and one-way. Only one creature can defy time - the time dragon. And, well, that's a strange beast, let's leave it at that."

"Now, tell me about the change."

I assume we got to our ship and is flying at a decent clip south. Tomorrow, once I can open the gate, we head for Asgard - unless y'alls want to go somewhere else, of course.

"Which change?"

"Yours. You were talking about how you could see new dimensions 'after the change'."

"I sat in meditation for....I don't know how long. They sang to me. I began to metamorphosize. Gradually, I could see things that were soon to transpire.

Time only seems linear to those who can't step back from the page and see all the branches.

Dead ends.....or possible ones.....are important, somehow. I don't know why. My metamorphosis is incomplete.

Ilina the Fair's dead end comes soon. That world stands on the brink of anhilation.

It beckons the mothmen."

The ship flies southward, and is unmolested for a day as it heads back to the grande city from whence it set out.

Elgan rests like a hibernating bear during the trip back. Waking only long enough to cast as many HEALs and cures as he can convert to restore his companion's sight and relieve them of any lasting effects and injuries before passing back out again.

When the neriad checks in on the sleeping druid, (looking almost like a small child curled up in a nest of Ships rope) Elgan smiles in his sleep.

BTW, is everybody on board (ha!) with the Asgardian trip? If so, spellcasting commences the next morning.

Also, we'll need to keep a close eye on Beldan. Once we find a safe spot, we'll bomb him with Heal, Break enchantment and the like. Until then, I make sure to memorize True seeing to make sure he has no weird auras or anything like that.

Pip works on his Dreamlands Sonata as the boat sails through the seas of subconscious

"Westward through the walls of slumber
Onwards past the realms of dream
Hard athwart the shoals of nightmare
Sailed the heroes ship a-gleam"

Pip cocks an ear towards Beldan's palaver

"I'm happy living on my sheet of paper, thankeesai! Whatever's past the scribbles and erasures can tend to itself!"

"Problem is,....it can tend to you. And you wouldn't even know it..."

"Dude, yer creepin' me out Chere',..." Mutters Elgan from his semi-sleep.

Then a scary thought occurs to him.

If you visit the land of dreams when you sleep in the real world,
Then do you visit the land of reality when you sleep in the dream land?

WHat if,... ?

Suddenly Elgan's eyes open wide.

"Not sleepy,..." he mutters, trying to get out of his comfy rope-nest-bed.

... Dreamlands Sonata ...

I thought you were going with this golden oldie. Still one of my favourites.

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

What are you doing?

Well, nobody objected to going to Asgard... Open the gate!

Altai wakes everybody up the next morning. "Gentlemen, what you are about to see is something out of the ordinary. Pay close attention." He then starts casting a spell that sounds more complex than anything he's tried before...

The gate opens. There is a swirling rainbow vortex, and the ship plies through to the iron grey skies.

"There!"
cries Gjetost;

"My town lies below

below a conglomeration of huts cobbled from stacked stones and roofed with turf, on a bluff bordered with stone walls in the middle of a valley filled with goats the size of aurochs.
A river flows from a waterfall to the north of the valley, and forms a moat about the bluff.

Gjetost winds a horn;

"They will know friends come now!"