"Jetro, do you have anything without Spam?" he said, setting up the next line...
After he has rested and prayed, Cynehelm changes his spell allotment, now including two castings of summon monster IV.
He then summons a hound archon and says, "Welcome, brother, to the Material Plane. I pray your assistance for an honorable task. In yonder pit lies the scale of a blue dragon. Please bring it and anything you can carry. The pit is dangerous to mortal life, aging us rapidly, but immortal that you are, it should have no lasting effect."
"I will aid you," intones the holy being with a voice that sounds like the chime of bells. It descends into the pit.
Need a total of 5 saves for those in the pit please. 1 more fail on the archon and it will poof.
Duardlara waits alongside the pit, hopefully watching the archon.
Helgash and Greta wait.
Jetro pulls out his lute and begins to play the spam tune, singing somewhat out of key. Greta and Helgash get out of their seats and begin to do a little spam dance. Meanwhile, Vikings and Penguins whip out cans of spam and form a chorus line.
Duardlara...your turn...and if you want to use a scroll you will get a +2 to your saves.
With those 2 fails Duardlara you are now in middle age. I also need a will save at dc 20 to avoid an insanity. The middle age modifiers mean a -1 to all physical abilities scores but you gain a +1 to all mental abilities.
Uh...Duardlara isn't looking so good.
Yes to both questions Duardlara
Yes to both questions Duardlara
No insanity for you!
As you bring up the chest and more importantly the scale the northern doors open up and Jadrenka in crone form comes shuffling in. I could sense that you entered the Eon Pit. Only by getting rid of that cursed centaur would that be possible. I also know that you got your scrawny hands on a certain blue dragon scale, isn’t that right? Don’t try lying to me about it. That scale is moorland property of Baba Yaga. But by itself it means nothing. Nothing I tell you.. With that she gives a cackle of a laugh and brings forth a Golden nugget. I bet you will be wanting this as well. It’s yours just as soon as you get out of here.
"Thanks, Jadrenka", Orgar says with a polite bow.
"Does this dragon scale help us somehow?"
"Well done Lara" - Helgash smiles at his companion - "And with all respect I tell you the years have been kind to you" - he winks - "But we will address this, worry not"
"Thanks, Jadrenka", Orgar says with a polite bow.
"Does this dragon scale help us somehow?"
"Orgar, it is as the message we found in that magical bottle - 'If you hear these words, my own blood has betrayed me. Jadrenka has one key; the other lies in the Eon Pit. Follow my trail' - the paladin adds, looking at Jadrenka - "I believe this golden nugget to be one of the keys, and the scale probably the other?"
"Well done Lara" - Helgash smiles at his companion - "And with all respect I tell you the years have been kind to you" - he winks - "But we will address this, worry not"
A relieved Duardlara has trouble pretending to be angry at the paladin and resorts to sticking her tongue out at him.
Duardlara studies the retrieved chest for traps despite her recent search failures.
No traps but will give contents tomorrow. Too tired right now.
In the chest you find rough-cut gems, art objects, andjewelry worth 18,ooo gp in total!
I'm sorry about your loss Variel. All the best.
I'm sorry about your loss Variel. All the best.
Best wishes
All updated.
With the aid of the kikomono Zorka you manage to place the 2 keys in the cauldron and give the contents a counter clockwise stirring. Reality warps before you as you seem to stretch, bend, compress, shrink and expand. Clearly the Hut has travelled again to the next step along the path to finding Baba Yaga...yet where are you?
The wooden walls of the hut then disappear, replaced by large windows set in delicate iron traceries that look out in all directions over a wide, gloomy garden. Thick clouds hang unnaturally low over overgrown stands of trees, barren flower beds, and white pebble paths. The sky and distant landscape seem peculiarly artificial, almost as if they were part of a faded and blurry watercolor painting. A large iron cauldron sits atop a round, marble-topped table surrounded by four white wooden chairs in the center of this circular room. A set of framed stained-glass doors to the south provide the only exit. A bedroll lies thrown out on the floor and a roguish looking fellow lies asleep within it.
"Who," asks Cynehelm after tearing his gaze from the scene out the windows, "is that?
When in doubt, beat senseless and tie up.
As you speak the man opens an cautiously and takes careful stock of the situation. Clearly he is not used to being surprised and it is amazing that he woke up so quickly and quietly.
Duardlara knows a few languages and will try each of them in turn to see if the fellow understands her.
"Greetings. We have had a rough time and my friends are nervous. Just so we avoid any unnecessary injury, I might suggest you keep your hands where we can see them and away from your weapons until introductions have been completed. We have no desire to fight unless provoked."
"Well! This is an interesting change of scenery!"
For some strange reason I feel this fellow is trustworthy and should travel with us.
Manos wakes up when the extremely unfamiliar sound of voices and movement disturb the oppressive silence he's grown used to.
Getting to his feet he eyes the new comers warily. A lean man of just over average height, he has an easy going face, with a neatly trimmed beard and hair in chestnut brown.
He relaxes slightly when the Elven lady speaks to him in languages he knows, smiling and giving the group a small bow. "Delighted to met you all." He responds in Common. "Manos Tavore, originally from Varisia, late of the good ship 'The Mutual benefit'. And currently a prisoner of this rather unappealing place."
Giving you all a hopeful look he asks. "I do hope you have some means of leaving here? I was travelling alone sometime ago and came across a bizarre hut. Which promptly sprouted legs and then swallowed me whole! Leaving me here for the Gods know how long?"
Being the observant fellow that he is, he knows that elves take a very long time to show any real aging, but the one before him actually has some slight smile lines and wrinkles beginning to show. Yet she doesn't seem to be moving with any difficulty, leaving his assessment of her age in doubt.
"Ah, yes. It can have that effect on people. The hut, I mean, swallowing them whole and leaving them in odd places. I don't know how it will make you feel, but you are still in the hut. Where or when it is currently is another question. We are along for the ride much as you are."
She smiles, "We have learned, sort of, how to make it move, but we have not figured out how to determine where it will be after the move is complete. Don't ask me to explain, I really cannot."
Looking around his "rather unappealing place," she asks, "We seem to have been brought here for a purpose, so what can you tell us about your home-away-from-home here?"
Manos stretches a little to get the blood flowing after his nap. And to check all his equipment was in the right places.
"Ah well, as I said it is an unappealing place. There really is no way of telling the time here, so I'm unsure of how long I've been an unwilling guest?" He shrugs ruefully. "Still I have had to do some exploring. To the North is a grove of trees, that change position when not observed. Naturally I've gone nowhere near them. East is a garden, from which I've been gathering vegetables, after weeding out an Assassin vine. There are still other unpleasant things in there so I've had to do my foraging quietly." He indicates the remains of a vegetable stew which served as his supper.
"Southeast lies a thicket carpeted in bones, another place I've decided to avoid for my health. West and Southwest are too heavily overgrown for me to risk alone. And that Dear lady is my meager knowledge of this place."
"Well, you know more about this one place than we do. Obviously."