"It looks like you got lucky, Thane. You'll get to explore a real tomb and not just some abandoned building. You should do just fine with regards to antiquities... but be careful..."
"Careful?" Did this man know any particulars about the tomb? "Do you refer to any specific danger associated with this grave?"
Namrut nodded to the Pharasmin, "Just common sense. Any celebrated military leader would want his tomb undisturbed." He shrugged his shoulders, "I would fathom a guess and bet that he had some safeguards against tomb rob-... er tomb explorers."
He looked at the Pharasmin intently, "What about you, friend? How do you want your tomb to look like when it comes time to be judged by the Lady" He signaled the spiral over his heart waiting for an answer.
[TAG]
Even though the question was meant for another, Naomi struggled with her own answer. "Of course he would want it undisturbed. As would the Lady? At least we can go and make sure the undead that haunt the necropolis have not gained a foothold. Of the tomb itself? Is there a choice? I suppose we could try to seal it in some way."
"Of course he would want it undisturbed. As would the Lady? At least we can go and make sure the undead that haunt the necropolis have not gained a foothold. Of the tomb itself? Is there a choice? I suppose we could try to seal it in some way."
As she spoke up Rubani admired Naomi's fervor. Destroy any potential undead, eh? Huh. While the half-elf worried about the grave robbers outside the necropolis, it seemed that Naomi was more concerned with the potential abominations already inside it. That... was a fair point really. While Rubani was as devoted a priest one could ask for, hunting the undead had never actually been a special pursuit of his. He had always tended to Pharasma's other (considerably more mundane) interests, namely those of birth and burial. Perhaps he had some catching up to do.
"Right you are, Miss Zeitoun. But let's hold off on any decisions regarding the tomb until we have actually seen it. And apropos, I think we should be on our way if Mr. Namrut has nothing else to add."
The cleric rose to his feet, thanked the collector for his hospitality and promised him that he did indeed have the first right on any antiquities the party might find.
Before they left, Rubani turned towards their host.
"As for my own tomb, Mr. Namrut, I have never actually considered one. I always hoped that I should remain strong enough to serve my Lady until my dying day, at which point the desert could claim me where I fell. Perhaps bleach my bones nice and white. Heh."
He smiled good-naturedly.
"Right you are, Miss Zeitoun. But let's hold off on any decisions regarding the tomb until we have actually seen it. And apropos, I think we should be on our way if Mr. Namrut has nothing else to add."
"That sounds like an arrangement I can agree to Rubani. I think Namrut has given us good advice, but there is no sense delaying any longer." She smiles at Namrut and makes the familiar spiral gesture upon her chest. "Thank you for the hospitality and the advice. I look forward to speaking with you again sir."
She tilts her head to hear Rubani's answer to Namrut on the thoughts of his tomb. "I pray the same on serving the Lady until the last Rubani. But I hope the church sees fit to entomb me in one of her ossuaries with a proper burial. My possessions however, I would prefer to see serve the church rather than gather dust in my tomb."
Thank you Master Namrut.Thane said as he stood to bid the older man goodbye. It is good to know that we have at least a chance of recovering something valuable, and I think we are all agreed, you will get a chance to buy any antiquities we recover before we show them to anyone else. It is too soon to promise anything beyond that. We may not find anything worthwhile, so let's discuss it when we get back. Thane clasped Namrut's hands then lead his companions back towards the market and his home.
I am for getting our equipment and starting our exploration. What do you all think?
When the five arrived back at Thanes home they found Sarenei waiting for them with a sturdy mule loaded with tools and supplies. Whats all this? Thane asked and waved at the loaded mule.
My Love. Sarenei said taking the northmans hands You are a brave man, but you can be rather foolish at times. You were probably thinking of grabbing your sword and rushing off to explore whatever dark hole you were awarded in the lottery. . . . But luckily you married me, and I went out this morning and bought you some equipment to take along. there is water,food,rope,shovels, a prybar, a block and tackle,a folding ladder, a lantern, and oil enough for an entire day. Did you get a good site in the lottery?
Thane grinned at his wife, remembering all the scrapes her level head had gotten them out of when they were travelling back to Wati from Absalom. I really am a lucky man. He thought to himself. We were assigned the Tomb of Akhentepi. Thane answered her We spoke to Namrut and he said Akhentepi was a general or something back before the plague so there is a good chance we will find something worthwhile. . . How is mother today?
Mother is having a good morning, she is at her loom. She said she thinks she will be able to finish that rug today. Sarenei replied Lets get out of the sun. Put the Mule in the shed while I get your friends some refreshment. Then I will help you put on your armor.
Thane did as he was bid, putting the mule in the small shed behind the house then entering through the back door. Sarenei helped his strap on his studded leather armor and arrange his weapons so they rode comfortably.
I am ready when ever you are. Thane said to the others when he came down the stairs girded with armor and weapons.
Turn 005 is up.
Read the OOC.
Let's see if we can get on a schedule and you guys can all post by Tuesday night, including Boram :).
Again, the earlier and more posts, the better game.
Questions?
Game on!
Distracted by the rest of the conversation, Naomi proves to be oblivious to Akbar's hesitant addition.
I am for getting our equipment and starting our exploration. What do you all think?
Naomi nods, "I agree. I will meet you all at the gates at the next bell." The slight woman then departs, heading for her soon to be former quarters with the Voices of the Spire. I hope I can manage to get in and out without another confrontation with Nakht.
Fortunately, Naomi is able to retrieve her things and makes it to the gate in time for the funerary procession. The Naomi who greets everyone is very different than the one you've seen over the last day. Head bowed and right and clutching the familiar spiral of Pharasma, you see that her robes now cover a well-maintained suit of scale mail, but the most radical change is her weaponry. Before, only her skane, a double-edged ceremonial dagger with a stylized depiction of Pharasma's face and hair that she wears in a scabbard on her belt had been visible. Now, she wears a bandolier with flasks of alchemist's fire, holy water, and three more daggers slung over her chest. Over her shoulders are slung two terrible weapons, an enormous scythe and a fearsome looking two-handed hammer.
When Naomi joined them at the gates of the necropolis Thane was shocked to see the massive weapons she carried. Are you able to wield those monsters? He asked the priestess indicating the scythe and hammer. I am surprised some as small as you is even able to lift one of those, let alone swing it.
Have you run into many undead in the necropolis? Thane asked the Pharasmin while they waited for the funeral procession to pass. Are the undead very active in the northwest corner of the necropolis? We were assigned the tomb of Akhentepi in the lottery. It is up in that area. You wouldn't know anything about the tomb would you?
Thane looked up at the massive tomb of Akhentepi. As big as it was there was a good chance it held something of value. If we can even get inside he thought. as he eyed the massive stone doors.
Well we will never get in standing around like this. Lets clear the sand from the doors That said Thane stripped off his outer robe, took one of the shovels and began digging the sand from in front of the tomb doors.
@Naomi: we are already at the tomb; this is what the 'actions 2' 'tag' is for. I want those post 'nw' so I can incorporate them in tonight's turn recap.
@Akbar: I'm going to need a little more/better posting from you. I've left two opportunities open for all of you to post and you didn't post for any of those. You posted for a 'past action', which is OK, but I want to move the game forward.
@Rubani: we're still missing your post but that's Ok, we all have our busy days and you've proven yourself a good poster already. Do try and let everyone know if you won't be able to post.
@all: Boram's player told me that he has no time for the game so he will be replaced. I'll introduce the new PC in the following turn recap (tonight).
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
It may be too early but I'd love to hear some feedback on the game if you have it. I'm always looking to adapt/improve the game.
Game on!
"Oh, you are gorgeous."
At the foot of the obelisk known as Pharasma's Needle stood a young half-elf, mouth open and eyes full of stars. Rubani was absolutely gushing over the ancient monument. He had heard of the pillar before and now, in seeing it, he was reminded of why he had originally traveled to Wati. It was to see sights such as these, shrines dedicated to his deity, sights that only a city as fervently faithful as Wati could offer. This nonsense lottery had only distracted him upon arrival. He hadn't even had time to see the Grand Mausoleum!
"Oh, how I envy you, Miss Zeitoun! To have grown up among such treasures..." Rubani said as he tore his eyes away from the obelisk to his companions.
"Eh?"
The cleric's gaze was instead drawn to Thane standing a few feet from him. The barbarian was trying to gain some information from one of the necropolis guards, a particularly stone faced man who was evidently not being very helpful.
"Have you run into many undead in the necropolis? Are the undead very active in the northwest corner of the necropolis? We were assigned the tomb of Akhentepi in the lottery. It is up in that area. You wouldn't know anything about the tomb would you?"
Rubani thought that the problem might lie in Thane's heritage as an outsider in Osirion, and decided to see if he could help persuade the guard.
"There you are, my friend," he started, walking up to Thane. "Have you learned anything new from this defender? The group is just about ready to move on."
When he mentioned 'the group' the cleric made sure to guide the guard's eyes to Naomi and also puffed out his chest, to make his own holy symbol perfectly obvious. Rubani wanted the watchman to know that the barbarian was in company that respected the dead.
"The faithful must help one another, yes? We don't want to meet untimely ends and overburden our Lady's River of Souls," he smiled to the guard.
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Later on, after a solemn walk though the necropolis, the group found their allotted site, the Tomb of Akhentepi. After experiencing the somberness of the enormous burial grounds Rubani's mood sank at the thought of what was to come; they were really going to break into this grave.
"Well we will never get in standing around like this. Lets clear the sand from the doors."
"Sigh. Yes. Let's."
The half-elf slipped off his heavy outer robes and grabbed a shovel to help clear the sand gathered in front of the doors.
Well, better us than anyone else. That's why I'm here.
OOC: So you thought that the game was only the 'discussion thread'? Dam, I give you credit for hanging around such a 'crappy' game. :)
The game really is the turn recaps, the discussion thread is just for 'temporary' posting and socializing, Every post makes its way in to the recaps, as well as pics, maps, status, new 'scenes', etc.
Questions?
Game on!
OOC:
Hey,
Thanks but I need a bit of help from you.
Please follow the instructions here: http://paizo.com/campaigns/MummysMaskAlaFabian/discussion#2
and submit your character at your earliest convenience.
Thanks,
Fabian
Alright, a proper Turn 006 is up.
Remember that Boram has been made an NPC and that we will have another PC join us.
Questions?
Game on!
Hey everyone!
Hey Fabian: is this alright?
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It had all seemed to be going so well thought Azghaad as the screams of the dying echoed through the destruction.
He had cleverly arranged not only to arrive early enough to get a nice spot at the announcements, but to allow time to meet up with other practitioners as they arrived, and forged a group. No hanging around with unenlightened Prosaics for Azghaad Glyphstele!
By definition his group was the superior one. A fellow scholar-Arcanist, a cleric of Sarenrae of two Alchemists! Every one a practitioner, every one intelligent.
They had turned up bright an early this morning, pushed past the patrol to find their building; some sort of storage building, unfortunately, rather than the tomb he'd been hoping for, but hopefully whatever was stored inside would pay for man more expeditions.
The building had been built at a low point - perhaps near a stream - and was thus almost completely buried in sand. It had taken some time but the Alchemists careful demolition explosions, combined with the clerics conjured hot breeze and the Arcanist's unseen servant had allowed them to mostly lounge around while a tunnel was dug through the sand to the doors.
The doors had been opened, and even if Azghaad had lost the draw and been left on guard duty he could at least continue with the excavations outside.
His team had confidently entered the building, making their way through thick clouds of white dust kicked up by the excavation spells.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a spider! White as the dust it hid in came out of nowhere and grabbed the Alchemist.
All too late Azghaad filled in the part of the sign still buried in sand. Shouting in sudden realisation and horror as - as if in slow motion - the remaining Alchemist flung his incendiary bomb at the rearing spider.
"Flour Mill"
The explosion ignited the Alchemist's fire both alchemists were carrying. The building was designed to allow the explosion to escape harmlessly, but of course the sand kept it compressed. The basement blew out and the building collapsed into a sinkhole as spider and his companions were sucked under the sand. It seemed almost as if the site erased itself, becoming little more than a depression in the sand.
Faintly, faintly Azghaad could hear a few screams from deep below. He scrabbled for a minute, desperately trying to reach through to his group, the sand getting hotter as he dug.
Obviously he wasn't going to make it in time. He needed help. Standing up he cast around like a madman, and thought he heard faint sounds to the north. Turning, he ran towards them.
FIRST ROUND
Azghaad pants as he runs, the cold sweat from the loss of his team turning to perspiration from his exertions. His arms pump, his staff flying back and forward, and his robes shrunk back to free his legs. There - ahead - there were people.
As he closed the distance features became clearer: including the translucent invertebrates they were fighting.
His pace slackened and stopped: better, perhaps, not to run into these vermin.
SECOND ROUND
Being careful not to hit the people whose help he needed, Azghaad carefully maneuvered, held out his hand, and called upon the power of
"Burn!" he shouted, chanting in draconic.
FIRST ROUND
These are vermin and their sting is poisonous and saps one's strength.
SECOND ROUND
The only I would add is a description of events (especially if 'hit' and also if 'miss', if desired).
Also talking is a free action so you may want to ask for help, suggest tactics, warn about the critters, etc.
However, I agree that there is less chance for 'tagging' people in a combat.
Excellent start BTW, welcome aboard!
Rubani leaned on his shovel, panting lightly. He was staring at the newly uncovered doors; more specifically he was looking at the markings on said doors that clearly showed some tool having been wedged between them. What did this mean? Had someone tried to gain access to the tomb before? That wouldn't be altogether surprising. No, the real important question was whether or not they had succeeded.
The half-elf was about to mumble some not altogether flattering remarks about tomb robbers when he was torn away from his thoughts by a panicked yelp.
"Boram? Oh. Oh no."
Giant scorpions. With accompanying giant pincers. One of which was currently clamping onto the alchemist's arm. Well, this wasn't good. Only one thing to do really...
FIRST ROUND
"BORAM! GET BACK!"
The cleric ran right up to the beast attacking the halfling (square G3) and smacked his shovel into whatever constitutes a face on a scorpion, all the while really wishing that he had his armor on.
OOC: Rubani is trying one of them Aid Another thingamabobs to distract the scorpion. The idea is to give Boram a +2 to AC so that he can get away.
Hit: The shovel made a surprisingly pleasant chime as it connected to the beast, distracting it from its original target. Shovels to the face tend to do that.
Miss: The scorpion caught Rubani's feeble swing with its pincer and swatted him away, uninterested. The cleric felt a bit dumb now.
SECOND ROUND
Rubani takes a step back (5-foot step) to make space for the icicle he then conjures out of thin air.
OOC: He shoots the icicle at whatever scorpion isn't already engaged with allies. Nobody likes that -4 penalty for shooting into melee.
Hit: The icicle buried itself into the scorpion, which was undoubtedly unfamiliar with the cold, cold sensation spreading though it.
Miss: The icicle missed its intended target and instead buried itself into the warm sand, already starting to melt.
Even in the heat of combat Rubani couldn't help but notice the figure standing behind the scorpions. How could he not see him? Just look at those robes! Also he was shooting fire from his hands. That helped.
Who the heck are you and why should I even care as long as you keep that fire coming? Go on, friend. Burn this vermin!
FIRST ROUND
Azghaad pants as he runs, the cold sweat from the loss of his team turning to perspiration from his exertions. His arms pump, his staff flying back and forward, and his robes shrunk back to free his legs. There - ahead - there were people.
"Please! Help! There's been an accident..."
As he closed the distance features became clearer: including the translucent invertebrates they were fighting.
His pace slackened and stopped: better, perhaps, not to run into these vermin.
"...What the Abyss? Scorpions?"
SECOND ROUND
If Attacked:
Azghaad had no desire to become prey, and when the Scorpions tun on him he turns and fled, trying to angle around towards the larger party.
"Please! The building my group was in collapsed! They're buried alive!"
If Scorpions are engaged:
Azghaad closed carefully, setting himself up to burn the vermin without alienating these explorers by burning them as well.
"Don't get stung!" he advised (unnecessarily) "It's a paralytic venom, very dangerous! Do you have any Channelers?"
Holding out his hand, quarterstaff behind him and angled to the sun he called upon the power of Magic!
"Burn!" he shouted, chanting in Draconic.
If the fire seems to be doing a good job:
"Can you keep them engaged? I can burn them if you can."
OOC: I know the combat looks like a mess now but you'll see a decent turn recap after everyone has posted their intended actions.
On that, just a friendly reminder to please post by the end of the day so I can recap over the weekend.
Questions?
Game on!
Get Back! Thane yelled at the diminutive Alchemist and hurled his shovel overhand at the attacking scorpion.
the shovel struck the scorpions carapace with a load crack.
All of you get back! Thane called to the others drawing his bastard sword.
Thane charges the second scorpion. Chopping at the dog sized arachnid with both hands.
Naomi whirls at Boram's shout. "Blast and damn! Never would have thought we'd need a rear guard here, but those scorpions are everywhere...and nasty." For a moment, her eye darts to the newcomer, failing to hear his words as the adrenaline of the fight rushes into her veins. Or is it something more sinister? Could he be a wizard controlling them and looking to slay us to take over the site? No time now though. She reaches over her shoulder and in a clean motion pulls the giant scythe free of its embroidered sling. With a couple short steps, she dances up to a scorpion and brings the scythe down in a motion that barely avoids the stone floor, but not the scorpion. It cleaves through the giant arachnid with a spray of its gelatinous innards arcing across the floor. She grins fiercely at Thane, "Get back? You've got to be kidding darling."
Pivoting neatly, Naomi continues a dance of death, Pharasma's holy symbol swings silently around her thin neck and she makes a sharp "Uff!" and the blade cleaves again. For a second time, Naomi's aim is flawless. The blade finds a sweet, unprotected space right between the scorpion's carapace plates and it is lifted off the ground with the ferocity of her blow.
Alright, Turn 007 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
ROUND 1
Akbar hides
Azhgaad runs
Rubani aid another, +2 AC to Boram
Thane hits scorpion 1
Naomi kills scorpion 1
Scorpion 2 attacks 1=Boram, 2=Naomi, , Boram
, hit
, hit
, miss
ROUND 2
Akbar shoots and misses
Azhgaad burning hands
, fail
Rubani casts icicle
Naomi kills scorpion 2
Naomi had been about to compliment the teamwork and question the newcomer when Boram sagged to the ground, the soft clink of one of his flasks punctuated the moment. "No, no, no." But her words would not bring Boram back to his senses. Naomi dropped her scythe with a clang and knelt on the ground next to Boram, the pooling blood staining the edge of her robes. "Did anyone see if it stung him? All of this blood." Quickly trying to staunch the bleeding, she muttered "I really should have paid more attention at the Insula Mater." Clutching her holy symbol, Naomi prayed "Pharasma, not for this one. Not this year. Not yet. Bring him back to us."
OK, I'll do that next time we use a map. Also bear in mind that the map itself kind of sucked because it really wasn't an encounter map, just something I sort of prepared in a hurry to introduce the new PC. The other maps we'll use are better quality.
OK, yeah. Sooner or later they will come into play and I want to make sure I understand your relationship with them.
Game on!
The robed Garundi continued to approach, staggering with exhaustion as he carefully wound his way around the dead scorpions.
Azghaad had been making for Rubani, but when Naomi called upon her goddess he changed course and made directly for her, and soon Naomi can see how young the man in the robes truly is.
"Please!" he pants "Help your friend... but my group... the building collapsed... sand swallowed them! You were closest.. Please... I need your help! Now! We might still... dig them out! Will you help?"
Naomi's head jerked up at the man's words. If he'd been commanding the scorpions, he would have set something else on us by now. Unless its a clever plan to lure us into an ambush, but surely this site is not that valuable. Unsure, she chose a middle road between kindness and suspicion. Verification. "Collapsed? What do you mean? Are you part of a lottery group or independent?"
"Lottery!" the young man seemed to be frantic, and dodged over to pick up the thrown shovel, looking to Rubani
"Can I borrow this?"
"They don't have much air! Two alchemists, an arcanist and a channeler of Sarenrae! Can't let them die like this! Entombed alive!" Something about these last two words suggest this is a fate Azghaad has both dwelled on and dreaded for some time.
"Don't get stung! It's a paralytic venom, very dangerous! Do you have any Channelers?"
"Be with you in a moment, sir," the cleric responded, absentmindedly. His face showed obvious concern despite his calm voice. "The sand is drinking blood that it owns no part of. No, sir. Not yet."
Rubani stepped over dead scorpions to where Boram lay and Naomi knelt. The amount of blood made the half-elf initially fear the worst, but having reached them he saw that the petite woman, clearly every bit as concerned for the halfling as himself, had in fact succeeded in stabilizing him.
"Oh well done, Miss Zeitoun! Bless your precious little head! Ha ha!"
He couldn't help but laugh in relief.
"Right. Good. That makes this part easier."
Kneeling down at the other side of the downed alchemist Rubani laid one hand onto his blood soaked shirt.
"C'mon then, Boram. Not your time yet, friend. The Lady has no patience for those who cannot wait their turn."
A glow passed from the cleric's hand into the halfling, and a moment later his wounds shone with a pale, white light and started knitting themselves together.
Satisfied that Boram would live to see another day Rubani lifted his head to offer a silent prayer in gratitude to his goddess, only to see that the young man in colourful robes had now reached them and was speaking with Naomi.
"Collapsed? What do you mean? Are you part of a lottery group or independent?"
Collapsed? Hang on, what? What has collapsed?
"Please! Help your friend... but my group... the building collapsed... sand swallowed them! You were closest.. Please... I need your help! Now! We might still... dig them out! Will you help?"
The half-elf was on his feet again immediately. In fact, he almost stumbled back to the ground in his hurry. Grabbing the shovel that he had smacked into one of the scorpions, he turned towards the young man.
"Lead the way."
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
I'm liking the game so far, but I have a question/suggestion. Does anyone feel that the game would be improved by a simpler and easier way of speaking to one another out of context? I'm thinking of something like a Skype chat or Google hangout or something. Not sure what form it would take. Honestly not that up to date on them social medias.
It just makes for a somewhat more engaging game when you can speak freely with your fellow players. Kinda just missing a venue for telling people that I liked their post and stuff. On that note: welcome to the game, Harakani. I liking Azghaad so far. Nice and frequent posts. Heck, while I'm at it I should mention that everyone has had at least a few great posts so far. I'm really enjoying reading them.
If nobody else feels the way I do then that's just fine. Seriously, I really am enjoying the game as is.
Keep up the good work, Fabian.
A glow passed from the cleric's hand into the halfling, and a moment later his wounds shone with a pale, white light and started knitting themselves together.
Boram breathed a sigh of relief but instinctively moved away from the gore of the scorpions. He was about to thank Rubani when he realized what was being said and who was speaking.
"Please! Help your friend... but my group... the building collapsed... sand swallowed them! You were closest.. Please... I need your help! Now! We might still... dig them out! Will you help?"
... Lead the way
The halfling saddened and shocked by the whole ordeal, he addressed the wizard, "Wait, weren't you working with Tissle? Is he trapped?!"
Not waiting for an answer and fearing the worst, he moved over the lose sand as fast as his legs would allow him, "No, not Tissle. His daughters, his wife..."He turned to Azghaad, "What happened?
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?I'm liking the game so far, but I have a question/suggestion. Does anyone feel that the game would be improved by a simpler and easier way of speaking to one another out of context? I'm thinking of something like a Skype chat or Google hangout or something. Not sure what form it would take. Honestly not that up to date on them social medias.
It just makes for a somewhat more engaging game when you can speak freely with your fellow players. Kinda just missing a venue for telling people that I liked their post and stuff. On that note: welcome to the game, Harakani. I liking Azghaad so far. Nice and frequent posts. Heck, while I'm at it I should mention that everyone has had at least a few great posts so far. I'm really enjoying reading them.
If nobody else feels the way I do then that's just fine. Seriously, I really am enjoying the game as is.
OOC: I'm glad the game is to your liking. It will get better once we all understand the 'format'.
With regards to having a venue to speak OOC, this is it. Feel free to use the discussion thread for everything (both IC and OOC). We just need to be able to tell the difference (and I have so far).
Getting together in another venue requires that we all coincide during the same time and that may be more difficult.
Feel free to also use emails. I don't mind but I know some people are touchy about their email addresses so we ought to get their permissions if we'll use emails more frequently.
Keep up the good work, Fabian.
Thanks, you guys keep up the quality posting and you'll make things easy on me. BTW, I also agree that Azghaad 'hit the ground running' as I expected he would.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
How is this for a suggested course of action:
Boram is poisoned; but would recover
Go to site
Dig up survivors, who are all either poisoned (multiple spiders?) or suffering from smoke inhalation (something other than HP damage).
Survivors + Boram escorted out - all will be out of commission for a few days.
This team is down one person, Azghaad can't work by himself, and asks to switch places with Boram.
Boram joins the other team. Possibly there is a suggestion that the mill blew down to a deeper, older building that is still worth exploring in the future.
Feel free to also use emails. I don't mind but I know some people are touchy about their email addresses so we ought to get their permissions if we'll use emails more frequently.
The young wizard did his best to hide his impatience, but the moment some of this team agreed to help he was off, shovel in hand and robe trailing behind. He was careful not to outpace the rescuers - a feat made easier by his exhaustion.
"Yes. Tissle. There was a fight. Some sort of Spider. Got Tissle. Dust from digging. Flammable! Explosion." The halfling's answer was delivered in short burst as Azghaad's breath rasped in his throat.
Boram breathed a sigh of relief but instinctively moved away from the gore of the scorpions. He was about to thank Rubani when he realized what was being said and who was speaking.
Naomi squeezed Rubani's arm as Boram recovered. "You did it Rubani. He's going to be all right." She grabbed her scythe and not wasting the time to sheathe it took off after Azghaad, Rubani, and Boram. "I pray it is not time yet for your friends. If we can save them, we will." Feeling bad for doubting the man once Boram vouched for him, Naomi took off after the others racing to the site. Burdened by her heavy armor, the priestess soon fell behind, but continued as quickly as possible.
I meant it when I said that this is a 'shared world' and I love to read about what you guys make up so definitely 'go for it' (please). :)
Akbar made his way to Boram's side. "Are you ok? Look at you, the belle of the ball. All these tall ones taking care of you! You sneaky devil!"
The alchemist checked himself over and was relieved to see that it looked a lot worse than it felt. The divine magic healed the wounds but did not clean the spilled blood. He hesitated, I'm ... OK. I guess."
He looked at Akbar, "And the tall ones, they would do the same for you. Don't you trust them? if not, why are you here because we all trust you.
The trip back was easier: though the dry sand sucked at their feet they ran downhill, with the wind at their backs. Around a few half-ruined buildings there was an irregular depression in the sand, perhaps thirty feet across.
"Here!" called out Azghaad, abruptly stopping at a two foot deep hole in the sand "I tried to dig them out with my hands. I could hear the screaming..."
He fell to his hands and knees, ear towards the ground and paused.
"I can't hear them!" he shouted, grabbed the shovel and dug frantically.
Naomi tilted her head at Akbar's admission, "Cheliax? The name is vaguely familiar. Someplace to the north isn't it? I'm sorry, but I've spent my entire life here in Wati and my education has really been limited to Pharasma's rites and how to best serve the Voices of the Spire. I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do humans do to halflings there?"
Thanks to her armor, Naomi was among the last to arrive. She slowed seeing Azghaad on his hands and knees listening to the earth and took a long look around the stretch of sand. Uncertainty filled her voice as she sadly asked, "There was a building here? Gods..." Her voice trailed off and she slowly replaced her scythe in its sling before walking slowly up to Azghaad and putting an arm around his shoulder to give him a hug. "I will listen." Naomi dropped to her knees and stretched out on the sand, her ear pressed to the warm sand as Azghaad grabbed his shovel. Hearing nothing as she feared, the priestess stood and shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry. So sorry."
Thank you, sir. I'll let you be the judge of my 'stitching' skills. :)
Turn 008 is up but there's still plenty of RPing left.
Thane, I know I recapped earlier than anticipated but this will happen when a) there are plenty of posts and b) I have some time so don't feel bad. Still plenty of RPing left.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!