Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

She trudges along beside the others, her head snapping up in surprise. "I suppose I'll have to be, Kyson." she goes back to a mumble bumble trudge pattern, each step more and more a stomp rather than a step. "It's not like it matters, any way, right? It's not important what I look like around here. I could look like the frickin' back of Avner's horse and no one would notice anyway..." Khazmia snarls in Avner's direction, but her tusks glint rather prominently at Kyson in the process. "Oh neverbother, Kyson. I'm just feeling sorry for myself."

"What?" Kyson stumbles as he listens to the silliness coming out of Khaz' mouth. "Why would you say that? I think everyone cares very much about what you look like. We've changed how we eat and forage because we want you back."

Kyson recovers his balance and walks on.

"Seems to me that we want you to be happy. And safe. But what do I know?" Kyson ho-hums and gets back to walking.

Sekathral, having loaded his pistol, cleaned the crab-guts off his rapier and stowed away everything he needs to stow away, turns around to stare at Khaz.

Think back to when you were married! This sort of situation came up all the time! Think back, and remember to do the exact opposite of what you did then!

"Mate, we've got too used to you looking gorgeous, I suppose, and we obviously ain't been too clear about things so far. Still, Sarenrae'll take care of your temporary indisposition and I bet you'll be able to get some new togs and what have you in Farshore, so chin up, eh?"

He gives her a brotherly hug, winks, then carries on, humming tunelessly to himself.

"It'll be alright Khaz. Kyson will fix you up and before you know it, we're going to be Farshore. You'll have a nice feather-bed to sleep in like you're used to and we'll have a chance for a long hot bath", the old ranger says comfortingly.

Khazmia sniffs, somewhat mollified by Sekathral's quick thinking and Zstelian's mention of a nice long bath. "Th-th-thank you...a bath would be lovely."

Kyson looks at Khaz and smiles.

"Yeah, you think about that warm bath and not your face. It's not so bad...and we'll be free of your awful looks tomorrow," Kyson comforts.

"I'm sorry that I failed you. I'll do it better tomorrow. I hope you can forgive me."

Kyson continues to walk along, keeping a mindful eye on the others.

You set out along the trail, the day passing quickly as the miles melt away beneath your feet. Various sections of the trail show some signs of recent habitation: Sections of walkway have been repaired or reinforced with wooden supports where erosion has washed away the stone, though an examination reveal they don't look particularly well done.

As twilight looms, you make camp, many of the exhausted columnists falling into a deep sleep the moment dinner is finished. As you prepare yourselves for bed, the hair on the beck of Sekathral and Zstelian's necks suddenly rises, as they get a feeling something is nearby, just out of range of their sight and hearing.

Sekathral, instantly alert, glances at Zstelian as if to say, you've caught it too?, then draws and cocks his pistol, hissing,

"Oi - look lively! We've got company!"

"Company? Like more pirates, Seka?" Kyson asks, rousing himself from whatever he was doing. "Maybe it's nymphs. I'd like to meet a few of them. Maybe they'll bring scones and some hot cocoa buttermilk."

Kyson sighs, *really* missing hot cocoa'd buttermilk.

Kyson grabs and dons his new shield, ready to face whatever attacks.

"What?!?! I can't meet anyone looking like this!" Someone's losing a limb! Khaz growls and gets to her feet, reaching for her sickle with one hand and her wand with the other.

Silvio leaps up. "Do not worry, fair lady. Silvio will make sure no one survives to meet you!" he declares, pulling his sword.

"Whoever is out there, come bring yourself into the light," he calls.

There is no response to his words.

Man, Silvio's fun to play. Also, I'll be out of town for the weekend; back Monday or Tuesday.

Zsrelian pulls a chakram and whistles sending Kayle into the air to reconnoiter.

"I've got a bad feeling about this" , the old ranger warns.

LOL@Mottesilvio. You play him well.

Kyson stands ready to unleash powers and spells of might that has ever yet to share.

Are you sure you want me mess with me when I have a friend with a face like that? It's hideous! It's scary! I look at that and don't even vomit or care! And you want to mess with me!?

Kyson turns his eyes from Sekathral and gives a glance to Khaz, making sure she's okay.

Agreed. You sounded just like him, Mottesilvio! :)

Khaz takes a moment to arrange her scarf in some sort of veiling fashion as she glares into the darkness with her darkvision trying to both see and remain unseen.

Nothing emerges from the darkness...

Kyson, sensing calm and that nothing can possibly go wrong, goes back to bed.

What's all the noise about?

Silvio leaps up. "Do not worry, fair lady. Silvio will make sure no one survives to meet you!" he declares, pulling his sword.

"Whoever is out there, come bring yourself into the light," he calls.

There is no response to his words.

Man, Silvio's fun to play. Also, I'll be out of town for the weekend; back Monday or Tuesday.

:D

Silvio stands poised ready to act. His eyes searches the darkness for movement. Eventually he turns slightly to Zstelian. "Silvio fails to see any hint of danger. Could you point Silvio towards the noise?" he asks the ranger. "Or perhaps friend Kyson could illuminate the foilage to unmask whomever is hiding there?"

Sekathral does not relax, finger poised on the trigger of his pistol and eyes narrowed.

"I might be able to help, mate" he says to Silvio, loading a tracer bullet into his handgun. "This'll do it, but you might want to tell the lad to take his mitts out of his skeds and come and help if we want to be subtle, like"

"What? Don't tell me I got dressed for nothing!" Khaz hisses to her companions through the dark. "I don't see anyone!"

Nothing continues to happen, and a quick search of the nearby woods reveals nothing that you can find.

Kyson continues to slumber, trusting the night watch to watch.

Sounds like we should move on?

1d2 ⇒ 2

Shortly after midnight, as your second set of guards keep watch, darkness suddenly descends over the campsite, blocking out even the light of the campfire!

I lost track of your guard shifts at some point...

I lost track of your guard shifts at some point...

Looks like it's Khaz and Seka.

Kyson snores.

Khaz spins in a circle, trying to see through the darkness supernatural? Does her darkvision work?. "ENOUGH! Kyson said he was going to fix me in the morning! No need to get nasty with the darkness!" Overly loud and whiny, Khaz stumbles over and kicks nudges Kyson awake.

"S***ting ****ing caltrops! Khaz, mind yer bloody feet!"

Sekathral, unable to see a thing, stays where he is, dodging as Khazmia charges by him.

"Give us our light back, you bastard, and stop p***ing about!"

Whoops; actually, the two of you can still see fine with your darkvision, though you do notice the whole camp has gotten dark!

Kyson grouses with annoyance as Khaz's dainty slippers dance upon his head, a gentle 'nudge' indeed.

"Khaz, this had better be good, I was dreaming about fudge. Oh, I love High Holiday fudge," Kyson says, a bit of droll on his lips (if you can see it, that is). "I used to love waking to the Sarenrae altar, covered in red and gold, as he honor the twin holidays with breakfast fudge and corn nog."

Kyson rises from his bed, again putting on his shield, still unable to see.

Zstelian rubs his eyes and tries to peer out into the darkness.

"What happened?" he says in confusion. "Kyson, can you summon some light?"

Kyson grouses with annoyance as Khaz's dainty slippers dance upon his head, a gentle 'nudge' indeed.

"Khaz, this had better be good, I was dreaming about fudge. Oh, I love High Holiday fudge," Kyson says, a bit of droll on his lips (if you can see it, that is). "I used to love waking to the Sarenrae altar, covered in red and gold, as he honor the twin holidays with breakfast fudge and corn nog."

Kyson rises from his bed, again putting on his shield, still unable to see.

"It's not good. It's dark." she peers out into the darkness, trying to see the why and where of it. "...and I don't see any fudge."

Dreaming about *fudge*. Fudge!

Sekathral snorts contemptuously, then returns his attention to the matter in hand.

Something's up", he comments. "Let's have some light, Kyson - can anyone sense magic? Zstelian - can your beasties sense anything we can't?"

Zstelian fishes Tosh out of his pocket. "Smell anything strange out there?"

Tosh has Scent.

Silvio wakes up and looks around with slumbrous eyes. "It is not yet morning", he says when he notices the darkness. "Wake Silvio when when the sun rises", he continues and lays his head back down.

Kyson shrugs at Zstelian.

"Create light? Sure...most of my good magics were used to fix Khaz' hideous face, but I might be able to create light."

Kyson will cast Light.

Should that fail, Kyson will cast Produce Flame (a 2nd lvl spell for him) which should cancel out any darkness effect in areas of overlap, leaving ambient light as the current light.

The light seems to cause the darkness to dissipate, leaving you back in the dim light cast by the campfire.

Tosh sniffs around and finds nothing outside of the camp, but does find a small pebble that he indicates has a foul stench.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Zstelian scoops up the stone and studies it.

Spellcraft?

It appears to have darkness cast on it.

Zstelian tucks it into a pocket.

Kyson returns to sleeping, anxious to see the morning and be able to help his friend, Khaz.

"Could you keep your investigation more discreet. Silvio preforms the best after a full nights sleep", the great sea captain murmurs from his place near the fire.

Khaz continues her watch, then wakes the others in their turn, so she can sleep.

Sekthral trances uneasily, checking his belongings thoroughly before dropping off, then prowls around the camp in the grey half-darkness of dawn, weapons at the ready, hoping whatever it was comes back so he can get at it.

Pocketing the pebble seems to end the strange darkness, and you eventually return to your beds.

A few hours later, the camp again goes dark, but Zstelian's quickly able to find a second darkened pebble, which he adds to his collection -- though the first seems to be completely normal now.

Eventually, you all rise in the morning, ready to put the strangeness of the night behind you.

Continuing your trek along the shore, you're making good time when you spot a dark-skinned human wearing rough leather some 500 yards ahead of you on the trail. His eyes widen as he apparently notices you!

Kyson arises early the next morning, deeply anxious for the sun to rise so that he might face them and pray deeply for Sarenrae's guidance.

Uh, Sarenrae? It's me, Kyson.
I need extra special help today. I need it to help our friend, Khaz.
Please give me the strength to help her. I can't stand to see her this way.

Kyson ponders for a moment.

I mean, she's really tough to look at. She's all droopy.
So thanks! Love, Kyson!

When the praying is done, Kyson will run off to help Khaz, certain that today was going to be a good day.

Remove Curse: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 Caster Level Check
Remove Disease: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Caster Level Check

Kyson looks over Khaz and hopes for the best.

Updated spell list coming tonight.

"Ah, a native!" Silvio calls out as he spots the man up ahead. "Is this one of the Olmans you have talked about, Urol?" Quickening his steps to converse with the presumed native. "Hello! You have the pleasure to meet Silvio Callgari Pazzi, great sea captain and hero to all! Can you how much longer to get to Farshore?" he calls out with a merry and welcoming voice as he walks towards the man.

mummy rot day 2,con : 1d6 ⇒ 3, mummy rot day 2, charisma: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The interruptions in her sleep do not set well on Khaz's face or on her nerves. She sniffles and sobs through her morning prayers, and her eyes are swollen and bloodshot, the red a startling clash to the ashen green of her overwrought complexion.

"Kysoooonnnn! You've got to fix it, Kysooon..... I can't meet anyone looking like this!"

Another 6 charisma there, Khaz. Wow...good thing your looks aren't important to you.

Kyson stares into Khaz even more droopy eyes and her swollen eyes, but knows the worst is over.

"Don't cry. You're not that hideous. You're still better than Sekathral. Ah...c'mon, I prayed for a bit of curing too. Let's see if we can turn that sagging frown into a smile less saggy frown."

Cast Lesser Restoration.
1d4 ⇒ 2 healing charisma
1d4 ⇒ 1 healing charisma

Man, Sarenrae does not shine upon ye.

Kyson lifts a sagging jowl and watches it droop, jiggling back into place. Kyson lifts it again, and watches it jiggle as it falls again.

"Uhm...I can fix you more tomorrow, Khaz. I promise. I didn't get the right prayers to fix you right today. But tomorrow."

"b-b-but.... you said that YESTERDAY!!!" Khaz's spirit droops almost as much as her face. Finally, she fixes her scarf and turns away, shambling in shame.

Sekathral looks concerned as Khaz slumps away, then turns his attention to the man in the road. Taking cover behind Silvio, he loosens his rapier in its scabbard with one hand and surreptitiously draws and cocks his pistol with the other

Zstelian focuses on the road ahead and the safety of what few survivors remain. When the native man appears, the old ranger struggles to not immediately go for his weapons. Instead he waves his arms in an obvious manner, hoping that the gesture doesn't scare him off.