Wrath of the Righteous Table Unwavering (Inactive)

Game Master nightdeath

Setting Up

Armasse officially began at noon, with the blessing of the festival by Lord Hulrun himself, ruler of Kenabres. The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor.

To the west, the fortress known as the Kite—the location of Kenabres’s wardstone—had vanished. In its place, a brilliant plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens.

A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied a welcome sight rising from the crowd—Kenabres’s greatest guardian, the ancient silver dragon Terendelev, who had until that moment been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human. Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming sword and whip. The creature’s identity was immediately obvious: Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, had come to Kenabres!

As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above. The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cut deep into Terendelev’s body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd.

The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness.

Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell, the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above was gone.

Darkness fills your vision. When you awake throbbing pain floods your body, your throat is dry and your muscles start to signal life flowing within your veins as you pause to take stock of your surroundings. The caravan you are in is dark as far as you can tell, there seems to be no one else but you. Are there Survivors or are you alone?

However the case, deep inside you know, the first step towards a long journey has begun. Where will your path take you?

Reegar gets up slowly, twisting his neck. With a shake he examines himself, makes sure nothing is broken. Despite his surface life, his orcish eyes still remember life underground, and know how to see in the darkness. He gathers his pack and draws his falchion, looking the blade over. Silently thankful he didn't land on it, he glances around, trying to see what the size of this place is, if anyone else is around, and where the way out would be.

"Well," he speaks aloud to no one in particular, "I guess this means the tournament is cancelled."

"Nnnngh. What hap- where in the- nngh. Ouch." A battered tiefling pushes himself up off the cold stony floor, blinking the dust from his eyes as he scans the darkness around him. He brushes bits of stone and shards of wood from his cloak as he slowly rises to his feet, testing each foot and leg slowly to ensure there wasn't any critical or lasting damage.

Just sore. Well, there's that blessing at least, thank the Inheritor.

Seeing others around him, he goes to the side of the nearest one not stirring on his or her own. "Is everyone alright? Anyone hurt?"

Caelus regains his senses, lying face down on stone and earthen rubble. He rolls over, sits up, and shakes his head. He looks around, blinking a few times, wondering if it is just very dark, or if he had been struck blind.

Hearing other voices, he tries to speak, coughs a littel dust out of his throat, and tries again.

"Hello? Who is here?"

Waiting for a reply, he fumbles around, making sure his pack and weapons are accounted for.

Morgrym sits up, checking his breastplate and warhammer. Everything seems in order though a bit dusty and dinged, Blast it all, I'll have to fix that when I get back to me forge

Hearing anouncements in the dark Morgrym looks about for others that have fallen into the rift.

I be guessin' by the fact that ye askin' for everyone's safety ye ain't demonic. Startin' ta wish I asked Torag fer light instead o' water this mornin'. I be fine meself, but any that need somethin' cool ta drink I got ya covered after tha' plummet.

Morgrym starts to move about and check to see if any of the others needs healing or help.

Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Edit: Ach! First roll is a one. This bodes ill...

This cavern is silent baring the sounds of various people apparently gaining painful awakenings.

In the darkness, Razul comes to himself. He remembers seeing the dragon, the demon, then the fall. He feels around, noting the rubble and the debris. When he comes across a body, he freezes. He sits back, checking his possessions and taking stock of himself. Finding his kit, he removes the flint and steel and a torch and lights it.

In the darkness, Razul comes to himself. He remembers seeing the dragon, the demon, then the fall. He feels around, noting the rubble and the debris. When he comes across a body, he freezes. He sits back, checking his possessions and taking stock of himself. Finding his kit, he removes the flint and steel and a torch and lights it.

"Bah, Get that accursed light away from my eyes and once you do so, do get me out of this hole. I'll greatly reward you once we get back to my mansion."

Looking foward 10 ft from you is a rather disheveled looking man stuck in a hole with only his head and shoulders sticking out. His death averted by a large piece of masonry leaning towards a wall large enough to crush both of you and then some.

Sarthonn opens his eyes, but sees nothing in the darkness. Right hand, check ... Left hand, check ... Right foot, check ... Left foot, check. Head still hurts, though. I think that means I'm alive. That is likely more than can be said for the dragon Terendelev, though.

Hearing some movement and pained speech around him, Sarthonn sits up and tries to gather his wits. Seeing a torch struck he calls loudly, "Crusaders, rouse yourselves and gather around the light! For Mendev!" He moves slowly toward the light, longsword held defensively.

Razul puts the torch down on the ground and looks down at the man. "If I move you, the wall may fall and kill us both. Let me find help so we ensure your survival."

Hearing the voice calling for assembly, he calls back, "Hail, soldier! A man is stuck in the rubble here. He needs help to live!"

"Hey!" Red Stick calls out, "There's someone alive under these rocks!" He starts moving stones. "Quick! We gotta gets this debris off him!"

Hearing a typical crusader rallying call, Naravash grunts before barking back, "No need to shout, soldier boy, we can all hear you fine." The tiefling grimaces then as he begins searching about earnestly for a voice he can barely make out. "Sorry. That came out harsher than I meant. It's just I can barely make out faint cries over this way and I don't want to miss them..."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

As the torch flares to life, Caelus squints into the sudden light. He gets unsteadily to his feet and glances around, trying to get a feel for the space he is in.

"I thought I heard it, too," he says, quietly, responding to the last voice he heard,then pauses, head cocked, listening intently.

What do our surroundings look like? Can we see each other, now that we have light?

Sarthonn moves more quickly once he hears the call for a soldier. As he gets near the torch, he sheathes his sword and approaches the person standing there. Oddly, the person he thought was a man has very elf-like features.

"Have you tried to move him?" asks Sarthonn. Then he adds quickly, in elven, "Cousin."

As you start to uncover survivors.......

"Uh..." Reegar begins, looking over the frail, badly damaged elf. "Don't worry if you can't see anything, it's pitch black down here, but my eyes see in the darkness just fine. I'm glad I got you out of there. I'm okay, but you need rest right now. My name's Reegar, but my friends all call me Red Stick. What's your name?"

"Uh..." Reegar begins, looking over the frail, badly damaged elf. "Don't worry if you can't see anything, it's pitch black down here, but my eyes see in the darkness just fine. I'm glad I got you out of there. I'm okay, but you need rest right now. My name's Reegar, but my friends all call me Red Stick. What's your name?"

"Aravashnial........water please......"

"Easy now. Easy. We'll get you out of there." Naravash looks up at the human beside him and nods to the man. "Think if I can lever this bit of wall up you could pull her loose?" Without waiting for a reply, the horned tiefling gets down low, bracing the length of his back against the underside of the rubble. "Alright, friend, on your mark, I'll lift."

Reegar swallows parchedly. "I, uh, didn't come prepared for a cave-in. I was expecting a festival. I'm sorry, I have no water. You try to get some rest, Aravashnial. I'll see if there's anyone else who can help us, or if I can find some water anywhere for us both."

He gets up and starts looking around, for movement, for the sound, sight, smell of water, for a way out, the feel of a breeze, anything.

"Alright, Horgus Gwerm, get ready for us to move this rock. If you start to hurt or you feel the weight of the rock increasing, call out immediately. "

Then Sarthonn turns to the other man with elven features, "Can you assist me with this?"

We'll need a strength check, I assume? Waiting on aid another from Razul.

Somebody say somethin' about water? Luckily I got me waterskin on me, and Torag's blessing to refill it as many times as needed.

Morgrym approaches the man asking for water, quickly wiping tears from his eyes before they leave clean lines down his dusty face and into his beard.

He casts create water to fill his skin with fresh drinking water and offers it to the others that he sees.

WIth only a passing glance at the speaker's horns, Caelus nods, and bends to take the woman under her arms.

"I will be as gentle as possible, madam, but I will have to be quick." He looks back to Naravash. "Give the word, friend."

Assuming Naravah is able to shift the rock, Caelus will pull the trapped woman straight back as quickly as he can, then lay her out gently on the floor.

"Thank you,"he says to the tiefling. "I'm called Caelus. "
He waits for a reply from the tiefling before asking the woman her name, and taking a look at her injuries.

"Alright, Horgus Gwerm, get ready for us to move this rock. If you start to hurt or you feel the weight of the rock increasing, call out immediately. "

Then Sarthonn turns to the other man with elven features, "Can you assist me with this?"

We'll need a strength check, I assume? Waiting on aid another from Razul.

The half-elven man nods. "I am ready. On 3?"

Strength Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Morgrym Steelhammer. Giving you motivation In character to do so. Sorry. The rest are coming up for the rest.

Razul looks at the man Horgus. "Others need help. Join us in aiding them and you'll get back that much faster."

Razul looks at the man Horgus. "Others need help. Join us in aiding them and you'll get back that much faster."

Horgus looks up sputtering.

"I'm injured and it seems you warrior types are far stronger than I am. What kind of warriors are you if you want amerchant such as I to help you with such petty things."

Razul's eyes look curiously flat and nearly dead, like shark eyes. He stares hard, disconcertingly until you realize his entire eyes are black, lacking any whites you can see. "Are their lives less worthy than yours? Would your money save you if a wild beast were stalking you? Choose: either help us rescue others or wait here until we are done; it makes no difference to me."

Naravash nods thankfully to Caelus as he kneels down and grasps Anevia's shoulder reassuringly, "I'm Naravash, but I don't have a lot of experience with broken legs, Anevia. Do you think you'll be ok for a few minutes? There might be other people hurt down here."

Intimidate check from Razul please. +2 Gm bonus for nice dead eyed description.

Morgrym turns to Reegar, saying Friend, you look to be the stronger of us, I'll help pull him out of this rubble.

Strength, Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Me name's Morgrym, though I be wishin' we met under better circumstances. I'm a Forgemaster, belonging to Torag's faith.

Morgrym turns to Reegar, saying Friend, you look to be the stronger of us, I'll help pull him out of this rubble.

[dice=Strength, Aid Another]1d20 + 2

Me name's Morgrym, though I be wishin' we met under better circumstances. I'm a Forgemaster, belonging to Torag's faith.

It proves too heavy as it shifts barely elicting a groan from the already injured elf.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Razul isn't really trying to intimidate, per se; it's just that he's been away from civilization so long he's sort of forgotten how it works.

"Red Stick. You're a cleric? Wonderful. Thank you for the water. But it looks like we're going to need more help in order to get him free."

Sarthonn hears the exchange between Horgus and the man who helped him move the rock. At least one of them has their head on straight. He looks to have this under control.

"I'm going to see if there is anybody else we have not yet discovered," says Sarthonn in the direction of the other two.

Sarthonn looks around the rubble in the area where he can see.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Turning from the merchant, Razul nods at his fellow half-elf. "My thanks. I will search over there. Call if you have need. I have some healing to offer. Not much, so it ought to be saved for the worst cases."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Aye, I be a cleric. Per'aps we can shift some of the rubble about and get 'im out that way.

profession(miner): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 10 max

Morgrym raises his voice to a low rumble and calls out
Is anyone out thar that can lend a hand to get another wounded out of harm's way?

"Caelus, was it? Look over there, I think I see a light. Maybe a torch or lantern? Have you any means of making light of our own? I have some flint and steel but I didn't bring any candles or torches with me, didn't think I'd need such things at Armasse after all." Naravash's voice continues to rumble in the dark, while he tries to keep his tone gentle, there remains a gravelly harshness to it. "I don't want to leave Anevia here in the dark and I don't want to risk moving her with us either just yet."

Sarthonn hears the exchange between Horgus and the man who helped him move the rock. At least one of them has their head on straight. He looks to have this under control.

"I'm going to see if there is anybody else we have not yet discovered," says Sarthonn in the direction of the other two.

Sarthonn looks around the rubble in the area where he can see.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Yes another one!!!

Sarthonn sees a child whose chest is heaving slightly leaning with his back against some rubble which looks like main walls.

Aye, I be a cleric. Per'aps we can shift some of the rubble about and get 'im out that way.

[dice=profession(miner)]1d20+4 10 max

Morgrym raises his voice to a low rumble and calls out
Is anyone out thar that can lend a hand to get another wounded out of harm's way?

You seen this before. The rock is pinned by its own weight. You're gonna need more hands for this job. Good thing is.....it's not likely to give way any time soon either. Her life was saved by this huge slab of rock.

Sarthonn sees a human child, who is breathing but otherwise not moving. He kneels down, trying to get his face at the level of the child.

He reaches out slowly and gingerly, trying to be calm. "Greetings, little one. Can you hear me?"

Razul, hearing the dwarf's call for help, moves toward him. "I can help. What do you need?"

"Aye, Naravash, I see it. One moment..."

Caelus picks up a small stone, cradles it in his hands, and whispers to it a moment. It begins to glow with a soft, gold light. He crouches and sets it beside the injured woman.

"This will last for a while. We'll be back soon, hopefully with help for your leg."

He picks up his spear and straightens, turning to Naravash. "Lead on, friend." he offers, then follows the teifling toward the others.

As Razul approaches Morgrym, Caelus and Naravash emerge into his torchlight together. Naravash regards the men before him with a questioning look, "Are you all alright? Is anyone else hurt? How can we help?" Before anyone can answer though, his eyes widen at the sight of an elf with a ravaged face pinned beneath a bulky slab of stone. The tiefling's rough voice falls as the elf's situation fully dawns on him, "Oh no. Let's- let's see if we can get him free at least."

Naravash moves over to the slab, looking expectantly to the others in the half-elf's torch light.

"I'm okay, my back is at your service. Let's just start lifting stones and seeing who we can get out of here!"

Reegar turns to Aravashnial. "Sounds like we've found some more able-bodied people! We'll be able to get you free in just a little bit."

He stands up, spits on his palms, and flexes a moment, preparing his muscles for the heavy labor he will have.

Thank ye all.

Morgrym empties his hands and prepares to help lift the slab while mentally preparing to cast cure spells in case anything goes wrong.

Caelus nods to everyone, and moves to help shift the rubble.

Sarthonn turns his head toward the rest of the people and makes a cone with his hands. Quickly and sharply, he says "Medic or healer, I need you over here now!".

Turning back to the girl he grasps her hand and says quietly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine soon." Then he asks, "What is your name?"

Turning to those about to help lift the slab from Aravashnial Me apologies, I be needed elsewhere really quickly. That stone won't anytime soon, so don't be afraid to let it hold until I get back.

Hearing the call for a healer Morgrym turns and rushes in the dwarfly fashion towards the sound of a voice preparing to cast Cure Light Wounds.

I'm coming lad, don't ye worry!