STRANGE AEONS (Inactive)

Game Master Daniel Penfold 351

Senn walks into view.

"Do you remember us? You said you would take us to the Mad Poet. Once we recovered some gifts. We have the gifts but you seem don't look like you can travel. Can we help?"

"Yes....I remember...you came to me before. You got the gifts, then I can help you. I am a little unsteady, if you could support me we could leave."

Slowly you make your way back to the shantak and ride back to the oasis. The King in Yellow transports you to a desert location and then leaves. In front of you is an ancient hut made of flimsy slats of wood sealed together with mud. As you approach the door opens is a middle aged man dressed in Osirian style dress, holding a large thick book. He looks at you quizzically.

"Are you a poet? If so we have some gifts."

Trevor eyes the figure warily.

Penith waves, happy it is a middle-aged man, not an old creepy one.

"My name is Abdul Alhazred, there are some that call me the Mad Poet. I recognise you, you were here previously with Lowls, still i don't suppose you remember that. I thank you for your gifts."

He goes to each of you in turn and says

"What do you rely om most, might, quickness, health, clear thought, understanding or influence?"

"I guess understanding. If you don't watch your back some will take what is yours most notably your mind or your life."

Aiming for the Wisdom choice it is her bast stat/

Strength, to be able to hold back those who would hurt those I defend.

”Quickness. All the better to direct more of my arrows to their targets!”

"Influence, why use force of arms when an easy word and a quick smile can bend the world to you?"

"Um... health. If you don't have that, none of the rest matters much, I guess." Penith answers hesitantly.

[i]The poet goes to each of you in turn and hands a copy of his book to you, it feels ephemeral and no sooner do you look at it does it disappear. (you gain a +2 bonus to the stat you requested).

He then riffles the pages of the book he is holding, which you can see is called the Necronomicon and you can see that all of the pages are blank.

"Lowls is seeking a city called Neruzavin. To learn of it's location in your world you must seek certain writing in the Necronomicon. You can peruse the real Necronomicon at a university of the occult called the Mysterium in the Qadiran city of Katheer.

I offer you the chance to speak to the King of Neruzavin to learn about the future by studying the past - step into the oasis waters."

"Can I ask how you came to be here, to such amazing knowledge and power?"

That's a great boon! Also I really like everyone requests. Very cool small RP.

Trevor flexes his muscles. I'll punch illness away!

"I come from another world, a place called Earth many many enturies ago. I read the copy of the Necronomicon there many years ago, I read it fully, when I had finished it transported me here and here I have remained. It was the price I paid for the knowledge, the price is I can never leave, however the copy on your world is only a copy, reading it will provide knowledge but no price is required. Beware though, on your world I have the impression that the Necronomicon is guarded but I cannot see by what."

”Earth? You mean the Elemental Plane of Earth?” Domeric inquired, ”Anyways, if Lowls is heading for this Necronomicon, we ought to head there as well. The bastard still owes me my back-pay!”

"Lowls is bad, I think, so whatever he is doing we should stop." she agrees with Domeric.

I liked that too Senn, and that we all picked something different. All we're missing is someone who values intelligence :)

Bitey is very smart!

Somehow I think Lowls isn't going to have enough money to pay us off. Plus we should talk to this King of Neruzavin.

"It is another planet, along, long way from here. And now I bid you farewell."

[b]"You are now free, but to remain so you must find me."

You then all wake up back on-board the Sellen Starling, back in the real world.

"Surely this planet of Earth must be a sad and miserable place, to be named after dirt," was Domeric's first remark upon awaking.

Penith curls up, "Oh... I don't like these" memories being what they are, pulling at the person she trying to be now.

Senn wakes up with a start. "Damn it, that was aweful. Wait who are you? Where will we find you?

What do we remember about ourselves?

"You regain all of your lost memories." was said, so I assumed EVERYTHING!!!

From what I know of the AP the GM tells us much of what that is. What type of people we were before we were mind wiped is not something the PCs decide. I want to know if Senn was the lowlife waste lab scavenger I assume she was.

What Atajay remembered, he didn’t care for. ”But we are different people now,” he says, trying to convince himself as well as the others.

Senn thinks for a long time before speaking, "I hope I can see it your way but I have lived my life stealing and scavenging. I come from an awful place but worse than that to leave there you have to be more evil than the place itself. This whole time I hoped that I could find out these tattoos that bleed everytime I share our spoils happened after I lost my memories, but they didn't. The only saving grace in this hell hole is that I have lost my connection to Daclau-Sar the deamon lord I worshipped. There is a new connection in its place."

"New connection? Oh Bitey, he is a good one, better than any demon lord ever. she manages a small smile before the memories seep out again "I... killed my grandfather. He was a horrid man... but I laughed so hard as he..." shaking her head "But that's not me... not me... not me"

Domeric sat in stony-faced silence as memories of a past life came flooding back to him.

"Few ever get a chance to change their natures," he finally said, "When we awoke in the asylum, we recieved exactly such a chance. After all, we are the sum of our experiences, and with no experiences to remember, we became blank slates, free to decide for ourselves what we were. Well, now we have some memories, but we are no longer the same people as we were in those recollections. Those experiences are not the experiences of the people we are now. What do I care for the intrigues and decadence of Caliphas, after all that I've seen and done since? They are little more than the dust of last night's dreams."

"Now, I believe we have a book to find. Sadly, these memories tell me that I might have late fees accumulating at several libraries..."

"Pen...You are not that person any more. The person you describe is is not the person I have come to know."

Senn reflects on what both Pen and Mom's words.

"I may be using a different method of coping. I was a vengeful monster before. Since I can't blame Lowls for what he did to me as I clearly deserved it I will hunt him to my dying breath."

As Senn says hunt the her right hand glows with a white light the form of which is obscured by the brightness seem like a bow.

"Let's get a book so I can kill a monster."

Penith grows silent listening to the other's words then pulls herself up and says simply "okay"

Tries imagining Lowls drowning big beefy Trevor.

Trevor looks really confused. I was a thug. I broke limbs and heads for Lowls and didn't care about anything but gold, booze and violence. He fed me all of this stuff and this is how I am now. He shows his twisted and bulging limbs. I'm going to smash Lowls!

You all remember your lives before Lowls. For some of you your lives were relatively noble, for others nefarious but basically you were relatively decent individuals. Then you met Lowls. At first he played to your ideals, only asking you to do things that met with your ideals.

But gradually, over time he manipulated you, he started by asking you to do things that played to your greed or vanity or sense of righteousness but always giving you the impression that he was doing what you thought was right. Over time, the borderline between what was thought was right and what Lowls waned you to do became greyer and greyer but he always presented it as doing what was best. Eventually, he wore you down and you found yourselves doing more and more unspeakable things as he manipulated you further, but whenever you felt a pang of conscious or tried to remonstrate with him he managed to convince you to continue working with him.

Senn will ask the captain of the Sellen Starling, "Where can we go to get transport to Qadira, you know how to navigate much better than we do. Do you have a helpful contact."

Senn composes herself with steady determination before addressing the captain and hope none of her fear shows.

"Well, we are going as far as Cassomir, from there you could probably get another ship to take you to Qadira."

As she says this the docks of Cassomir come into view.

You were also advised that Lowls was coming to Cassomir to find an old friend Miacknian Mun

"In Cassomir we should first track down Miacknian Mun. He arrived here with alchemical equipment."

Thanks for the reminder GM

”Sounds like a plan.”

After asking around for a few hours you discover that Miacknian Mun owns an old infirmary which he uses as an alchemical laboratory.

The gales of the Inner Sea have taken their tolls on this grim old pile, thick with the fetid odour that blows across Blackwood Swamp when the wind is high. A venerable building rises from a windowless ground floor to a high steep gable several stories above. A single great iron door scowls at visitors. A small and austere garden decays out front,surrounded by a rusting iron fence six feet high and pierced with a gateway. Perched upon the gate are a murder of crows.

Map 5 on the slides

"What a lovely place... I suppose we ought to knock?" Domeric suggested.

"Best we start civil."

Senn will knock then make room for Domeric to answer the door.

Atajay stays back, so not to spook the man with his intimidating presence.

[i]A dangling sign above the iron door held by a trio if smiling angels reads "Give succor to the troubled." A great iron knocker hangs at the door's centre.

As Senn knocks on the door there is a bubbling noise and suddenly there is a spray of acid from the knocker.

[/ooc]15ft cone, reflex 20 for half[/ooc]

acid damage: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 4, 4, 2, 3) = 23

"F*#!. The one god damn time I try to be nice, polite and don't check for traps. These memories have my brain scrambled."

Senn Ref : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Bitey Ref : 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Channel : 5d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 1, 2) = 16

Even the doors are going to try to kill us! Never trust doors again.

"Oh WHY! If we were thieves and murders we wouldn't have KNOCKED!!" she yelled at the door.

based on the slide, it doesn't look like penith would be hit. Let me know if I should roll though.

”Well... that’s just rude,” Domeric commented, evading much of the damage.

Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Yeah Penith and Atajay are out of the cone.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Trevor tanks the attack!

Senn's channel will get trevor back to full.

What do you want to do next?

Kick down the door and get on the floor! Walk the dinosaur!