Tome of Righteous Repose (Inactive)

Game Master GM Netherpongo

"There are no masters in this world," Angrboda calmly admonishes the Necromancer. "The serpent swallows its own, stone melts with the ages, and even the weak may kill the strong as they catch them in their sleep."

Well, that was interesting. Come...let me ease our wounds... Goran holds up his hands and a wave of warmth flows outwards.channel: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 1 = 10
channel: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2) + 1 = 8save your charges...i have channels to burn..3 left after these 2

Works for me! How damaged are the two skeletons?

The vampire wouldn't have died without the channel damage that destroyed one of the skeletons. The other one is badly damaged and only has a few hp left, though it didn't take the hit from the vampire that I originally recorded.

"And one of these survived as well," Evariel muses to himself, ignoring Angrboda. "Good, good. Badly damaged though." The skeleton stands still, awaiting orders, while the elf inspects it like a critical buyer. He fiddles with his healing wand. "I could fix you up, but we're eventually going to have to destroy you, and I'd hate to waste it. No, I think I won't. Perhaps if you're needed. Stay close to me until I tell you otherwise." He stashes his wand. "Well done, everyone."

The skeleton shambles over to Evariel, its bones cracking slightly from the weight of its armor in its damaged state.

An examination of the vampire turns up some finely made gear. She was wearing masterwork lamellar steel armor & had a masterwork naginata & wakizashi.

The skeletons are/were wearing breastplates and they bear heavy steel shields along with masterwork longswords.

Where would you like to go now? Probably the party needs to heal up first? I don't think Goran's channel covered it all.

"Well...."

See map for Rilia's proposed path.

See map for Rilia's proposed path.

Et tu, Little Billy?

Rilia, Sacred Hetaira wrote:

See map for Rilia's proposed path.

Et tu, Little Billy?

Ida Know. Certainly Not Me.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

There is something about this blade...but I cannot tell what it is. I'll bring it along.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 2 = 21

"It's just enhanced. Better weapon, but no other abilities." +1 katana.

"Lead the way, please." Path looks good!

The first room you enter is a crypt, with a prominently displayed sarcophagus flanked by stone recesses to hold (presumably) the bodies of the less important deceased. All are empty save for bits of burial cloth.

As you proceed further down the crypt, you find two more rooms built in a similar fashion.

Returning back to the primary terminus chamber, you examine the sarcophagus on the south wall that bears the name of General Dame Vheist along with the holy symbol of Aroden.

[spoiler=History or Nobility 15]You recognize the name of this general. She died in 3825 AR at the decisive battle of Crumblespine Ridge while leading her troops to victory.[/dice]

As you go down the stairs, you find draconic and celestial symbols etched into the walls at seemingly random intervals. An unadorned stone table stands in the east side of the room. Shelves worked into the walls are full of old books.

Goran examines the old books, scanning with his magical sense as he does.

Returning back to the primary terminus chamber, you examine the sarcophagus on the south wall that bears the name of General Dame Vheist along with the holy symbol of Aroden.

[spoiler=History or Nobility 15]You recognize the name of this general. She died in 3825 AR at the decisive battle of Crumblespine Ridge while leading her troops to victory.

Rilia takes 10 on knowledge (history), with guidance for 17.

As you go down the stairs, you find draconic and celestial symbols etched into the walls at seemingly random intervals. An unadorned stone table stands in the east side of the room. Shelves worked into the walls are full of old books.

Rilia runs a hand down the wall as she descends.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"It all seems to be done in early Blah. Why are tombs always so depressing?"

Perhaps this one was not intended to be a plrasent remembrance? I assume Calistrian burial places might have some....interesting motifs? A little on the bawdy side, perchance?Goran says with a wry grin.

"We practice cremation so most tend to be places of natural beauty, mountains, fields of flowers and small islands and such. With the occasional midden mind you. And how is it done in your faith?"

It varies, but a remembrance of the departed, prayers and service. Sometimes a cremation, but not always. Doves are a common part of the celebration, releasing them. A feast afterwards is standard. I helped with a few funerals during my studies. Some more somber, some rather joyous.

As Rilia & Goran move about & search the room, their movements kick up a surprising amount of dust.

Make Fortitude saves if your character entered the room.

fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Goran coughs and hacks as some dust gets in his face.

Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"I oversaw a funeral once. He was very old and very sick at the end of a long life of bravery and adventure, so, as were his final wishes, we ritually sacrificed him to his god, and set him in his boat out onto a marsh. Being that this was a wise and beloved man, however, it was not sufficient merely to burn him; rather, we gave the boat an extra layer of peat tar, and filled it with boiling water before placing the corpse in and shoving out to the marsh to boil for a day, an hour, and a minute. At that time, we returned, fetched the resulting stew, and I ate it with his kith and kin, that the old man's prowess, mettle, and wisdom may add to our own."

Seeing trouble of the respiratory variety ahead, Angrboda blesses Eniac and Herself with vitality.

Angrboda's Fortitude save, resistance: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Eniac's Fortitude save, resistance: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

You were all exposed to mindfire and Goran failed his saving throw.

Searching through the dusty laboratory, you find a wand and a bag of more dust.

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Sweet!

Taking 10 in Spellcraft for a 25 to identify each item. Feel free to read the spoilers.

"Interesting. You've found a wand of minor invisibility, it's good for just a few seconds each time. The dust in this bag is infused with illusion magic, sort of like an instant disguise."

"Fascinating. It certainly looks like a dust bin...."

At this point, your party has explored each room in the dungeon. Are you done here, or are you going to give things a second look?

Rilia is prepared to go over the place with a fine tooth comb (Take 20 on perception for, ultimately, a 28--a full minute each and every 5-foot square) for hours or even a couple of days if need be.

It sounds suspiciously like we missed something important, but Evariel would call it a job well done.

You can roll a check to try to recall anything you might of missed if you like. Intelligence or Wisdom? It sounds like Rilia is willing to go over the place with a fine-toothed comb, though. Any thoughts from Goran or Angrboda?

yeah....sounds good...no stone left unturned

I've been having extra trouble keeping up with games recently, and this place has always kind of confused me.

Wisdom check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

wisdom: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Wisdom, if needed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

My weekend was more brutal than I expected. Sorry I'm late.

After thinking about their exploration some more, Angrboda & Rilia both realize that they never checked to see where the stirges came from.

knowledge (dungeoneering, guidance): 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 = 17

"Stirgeland, perhaps? We should go check. How is everyone feeling?"

Rilia heads toward Stirgeland, rapier in hand.

Though I, the player, can't remember exactly which room that was.

"So which do you suppose came first the stirge or the egg?" Rilia muses as she waits for the others to arrive.

Perhaps the stirge? Maybe it was created and laid eggs to populate? A bit philosophical question, isn't it?

No stirges remain in the area when the party goes to check, but they do find a Belt of Tumbling, a pair of Daredevil Boots and two Potions of Aid stuffed away in the stirge's nesting area.

That basically concludes our adventure! I don't have time to get the chronicles out today, but I'll work on that tomorrow or over the weekend.

"Does anyone feel like going for a tumble?" Rilia asks holding up the used belt she found.

"Stirgeland?" Evariel muses aloud as he follows. "I didn't think there was any... Well it's the egg, obviously. Stirge had to come from somewhere."

Ha! How about some drinks first...first round is on me... Goran muses, winking at Rilia.

Eniac follows the others, its slime trail like the party's victory signature as they leave the dungeon; it foams at the mention of ale and spirits....