Qwerty's Crypt of the Everflame (Inactive)

Game Master qwerty1971

And who is at a lever? If Necress is at a lever (as stated) then how will she hear the shout? Just wondering...

Wanderlei walks over to Necress taps her lightly on the shoulder and pulls her aside.

Do you mind if I pull the third lever? I have a feeling that this might bring some undead creatures out. You should be in the center of the room That way you can see what happens and use your powers immediately.. Wanderlei says.

He continues.

Also, no offense, but it will be hard for us to synchronize pulling the levers since you are deaf. So you get to help the undead rest, we get to move onward. Win-win. He says to the oracle hoping she'll be convinced.

His wayfinder still has light cast on it. She should have no problem seeing his face to read his lips.

"I'll wait by the door and see what happens. If need be I can fire a jet of flames down the hallway."

Once we sorted stuff out and the right people are in position

"Everyone ready?. On the count of 3..1,2,3 Pull!"

I will pull once I get confirmation from Necress that she agrees to allow Silva to pull the lever. If she declines, we'll have to figure another signal out, perhaps lighting torches at once or something.

OK Irelia, Just don't burn any undead until Necress has a chance to do her thing.

Necress moves off of the lever without any hard feelings. She is, after all, deaf, and the coordination of the matter seems much easier with the others in place.

Silva first nods his appreciation to Necress for understanding.

He then after unties the rope from himself moves to the southern lever. One hand is holding the lantern that must be lit, the other is empty.

Silva bellows.

GET IN POSITION! ON THE COUNT OF THREE WE PULL! ONE, TWO, THREE!!! He then yanks the lever down in unison with the others.

The door to the south springs open when the levers are pulled in unison. Wailing can be heard in the south through the door. Through the door lies another corridor. The team can go south-west or south-east. The wailing appears stronger from the east.

Silva turns and heads to Necress.

We can hear a lot of wailing and moaning to the Southeast. I'll lead the way, hopefully you can take control of whatever is down there. He tells her.

He turns to the rest of the party.

Is everyone in agreement? Necress and I can lead the way to southeast, she takes control of as many undead as possible. Any objection to the plan? Silva Bellows.

Remember they will be under her control only temporarily. We shall put down those who do not fall under her control. Silva says to Chella.

Let me know if I'm hogging the point person role too much. I like to drive action forward, but sometimes I do tend to go a little overboard. If someone else wants to have the driver's seat, I'm willing to hand over the keys, so to speak.

Fine by me, I'd rather have someone move stuff along then a bunch of people not doing anything..so go ahead. That being said..if someone else wants to do anything..go ahead as well ;)

Rye nods

"Sounds like a plan. I'll be right behind you...just in case Necress can't take control of everything we might encounter"

You're doing great, Silva. ok for me, like Rye said, I also prefer that things move.

Tametomo nods at the dwarf. "Well said master dwarf. Let's go."

The mournful wailing grows louder with each step toward the door at the end of this musty hallway. There are a host of bones strewn on the floor here, many of which are cracked and broken. The door at the end of the south east hallway is locked. There is another hallway that goes to the west and ends in a door as well.

"I gave my word that I will not prevent Necress from controlling undeads and I don't go back on it, even if it costs me to bear their presence." Chella says.

Fine by me too..

Necress does not hear the moaning, nor the conversation of the parties, as they move forward.

Her eyes, however, dart around as she looks for any signs of danger.

What is the door made of? If it's wood, Wanderlei is going to take out his battleaxe and start chopping. If it's stone, he'll say the door is locked and suggest they head west.

Well looks like this door is locked. lets head west and go through the door over there. Wanderlei says to the team.

apologies, kid issue last night didnt allow me to post

The door is made of wood and is locked, Silva manages to hack away at the door handle but the door still wont budge. A quick inspection reveals someone or something put a barricade up against the door on the inside.

three DC10 Strength check to force the door open

Well to keep things simple ..I'll move forward take 10 for a 14, then next round I'll take 10 again for a 14 and step back so Wanderlei can step forward and take 10 as well

Rye throws himself against the door..bounces back as the door gives away a tiny bit, throws himself forward again and on his second bounce back steps away from the door - which is now creaking - allowing Wanderlei the "honor" of bashing the door wide open.

As Rye begins to push against the door it becomes apparent that there is someone in the room.

"Do you think it is another skeleton?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Not seeing or hearing anything peculiar, Wanderlei thanks Rye and steps in front of him and prepares to slam his shoulder into the door.

Take 10 on strength for 13

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Unaware of anything happening Rye continues to bash before stepping back to allow Wanderlei to take his turn

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Tametomo waits patiently until that the two frontliners have opened the door.

As Silva is pushing on the door a bolt slams into the door fired from the inside. Silva can now hear someone fumbling through reloading a crossbow.

"Hey, if you are not an undead, stop shooting!" the halfling shouts. "We are not enemies, we are sent here by the townsfolk of Kassen to bring back the flame to the town."

Wanderlei tries to figure out where that crossbow bolt came from.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Seeing nothing, Silva holds up unlit the lantern and bellows. We are here to light the Everflame. We will not harm you, if you won't harm us. But if you intend to stop us, then come out and fight!

+8 to perception and I still can barely tell my hand from my butt, these rolls are killin me.

"GO AWAY! You won't trick me again! I know about the angry bones!" is heard in a quivering voice from inside as another bolt is heard loaded into the crossbow.

"We are not bones! "

..but I am getting a bit angry.."

"Let us in and we can talk"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"We were sent by Kassen's Mayor Uptal in person to light the Everflame. If you wouldn't mind to look at us, you will see that we are not at all undeads. We could gladly show you the lantern and the map the mayor gave us, the remains of the skeletons we destroyed upon entering the crypt and answer all the question you might have to prove our good faith" the cleric adds. "Please, Sir, be reasonable."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

I will use the Inspired trait benefit which allow me to roll twice and take the better result on a skill check or ability check once per day (I also forgot the +1 bonus from Touch of Glory, so the highest roll should be 26)

Unable to hear the conversation taking place, Necress looks on, only knowing that someone, or something, is blocking the door.

She prepares herself for battle or for her companions to resolve things.

"How do I know you are not some trick of this place. How do I know you are not here to kill me like the others?" The man sobs out.

@ Tarri-your diplomacy check moved him closer to friendly, but he does not trust you yet.

"Because we have fleshy bits you idiot!" Irelia exclaims impatiently.

But who's Tarri? :)

"Well, it's not easy to convince you that we are real humans if you don't want to see what we look like. I can simply tell you that I am a cleric of Iomedae and this is what I can do to prove it."

The halfling moves closer to the door, raises her holy symbol and pronounces the words to release a divine wave of energy. Even if the man is barricaded himself in a room, she hopes that he can see or feel the holy energy and, perhaps, be healed by it if he is wounded.

"Do you still think it's a trick of the undeads?" she gently asks. "Please, come to your senses and get out of this room, we wish you no harm."

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16

Wanderlei whispers to Necress what is going on. He'll let Chella handle negotiations. He doubts his preferred method of getting unreasonable people to see his point of view (a knee to the head) will have much effect here.

"If you can't trust a cleric of Iomedae..then who can you trust?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Sorry, Tarri is another halfling with the same picture as yours in a different game. they should have more pictures.

The man slowly begins to move some of the barricade out of the way. "OK, I will let you in, but I wont but my crossbow down. Come in slowly."

Tametomo sighs with a bored look. "Finally!"

Wanderlei nods at Chella then steps forward past the barricade

He then turns to the man. What is your name? he asks.

Wanderlai walks into the room and sees a skinny and bloodied man with a crossbow still in his arms, but pointing down to the ground..."My name...my name...Are you sure you are not some of them angry walking bones that chased me and killed my friends? My name is umm... Roldare"

Necress nods in gratitude as Wanderlei explains the situation and she reads his lips.

She enters the room and tries to put on a reassuring face.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"We are sure we are not angry bones"

assist on diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

..this guys seems..off"

Well, we have a cleric of Iomedae with us and we haven't attacked you. I would think that's a pretty good start. Has anything else in here even bothered to ask your name? The dwarf says with a bit of sarcasm.

aid diplomacy: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (15) - 3 = 12

The cleric you have spoken is named Chella, mine is Wanderlei, our oracle is deaf, but she can read lips her name is Necress, our half-orc is named Rye, the bored looking guy is Tametomo and the snarky woman is Irelia Wanderlei says as he steps aside. You should speak with them, I'm not much with words.

“I thought you all may have been a trick of the dead one, the dead one who speaks. He torments me still.” the man says dropping the crossbow to the ground and grabbing his head falling to his knees.

Tametomo raises an eyebrow. "Torment you? Well, how? Is he, like, talking in your head?"

He begins to walk in circles in an erratic pattern talking outloud as he does. "We...we...all came here 3 days ago...is my sister alive? We left the horses outside... Have you seen her? I need to find her before one with the voice of death, who stalks these halls in ancient mail does... There were six of us...you will need to go for a swim...we just finished the traps on the first floor here...i think the voice took her...it must have been two days now since we were attacked...you will need the shield and ...the bones attacked us...and the key...i think me and Dimira are left...it was the walking bones that attacked...and the keys you will need the keys as well...she must be alive...Torgin went down first...they took her alive and she screamed...Valik was stabbed in the back...and I could not save her...this room was supposed to be safe...Korri ran off and i heard him scream...I made it in here but Dimira was taken...you need to find her."

Wanderlei is going to defer to the others on this one. Social interaction isn't his forte.

Chella tries patiently to clarify the man's disorganized speech. "So, you came here three days ago with five other people with the purpose of preparing the crypt for our arrival. You were attacked by skeletons and your sister Dimira was taken by another undead, the one who since torments you. Sadly, from what you have said, most of your friends seems to have been killed but, with a bit of luck, your sister is still alive. At least I hope she is. In any case, a dire evil lurks here and I think it is our duty to put an end to it. You also talked about a swim, a shield and some keys ?.. Perhaps you could tell us more about this."

Now watching the man's lips, Necress nods.

"The best way to help this man," she says, "Is to find his sister. Let's go do that," she says as she prepares to leave.

"I'm ...not...going with you. I won't leave without her, but I won't go back out there. You all go find her and I will wait right here."

"Fine. Let's go, then. We'll take him back when we leave." says the fighter wishing it would end the talking.