DM Delmoth's Planescape (Inactive)

Game Master Delmoth

Jek looks over the other deaders, none are bound like they were. They all appear dead, some from violence others diseases that are common to Hive dwellers. He isn’t able to figure out any commonalities between them.

The guard whimpers as Vaascht threatens him trying to talk through the gag, ”Immn oon’ knoo. Ivv kikcah mmmaark inphoo ffaahem.”

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Apparently, the druid gets distracted by the lack of proper foliage.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Heal: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"That's weird, this body looks unhurt."

The body Jek pointed out is a tiefling woman with blue hair. She is wearing rags and apprears uninjured. No one know who she was in life and is quite dead.

Akrynn approaches the dead female. The Patryn traces a rune; peering at her intently.
perception with Detect Magic: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

He thinks he saw a weed, but it was just a shadow.

1d6 ⇒ 5

Arkynn sees a moderate aura on the woman and a lingering aura on his companions.

Vaascht looks up from the guard to the woman his companions were observing, muttering "we'll continue our chat in a moment."

Casting detect magic, the Gith looks at the woman on the floor.

Know Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

But doesn't see anything of note, just a faint aura.

lame roll

Walking back over to the guard, Vaascht prepares to take off the gag, "Let's have a quiet chat, yes, cooperate and we'll all have much better day."

The guard doesn't speak loudly but he's obviously shaking, "Please don't kill me! I'll lann you to Imogen's operation. I'm not guarding anything, the dusties don't come through the portal. My job is to kick the deaders off to the terrace, if one has an ink spot on their right ear I go get Alver and he and some of the hobs take em into the citadel. That's all I know they don't tell me what they do with em."

Hearing the guard's explanation Jek begins checking the corpses for the ink spot.

"Vaascht, would you mind if I take a look behind your ear?"

This would be a great time to have a gold coin and sleight of hand

How ' bout we concentrate on this Alver and Citadel.

Jek finds a mark behind Vaascht's ear.

The corpse kicker says, "Uh sure what did you want to know?"

Akrynn smirks.
Who/what is he? What's this citadel for and who/what is in there?

"Yep, Vaascht is marked for the citadel."

Jek checks the other party members. Then, out of curiosity, he checks the guard.

Jek does not find a mark behind the man's ear. The man squirms a bit, "Uh.. he's a man, not one of those plane-touched if that's what you're getting at. Uh, oh! A spellslinger, he worships some high up Abyssal lord, I don't know which one."

He gulps thinking, "The Citadel of Fire, ha ha... there's about 20 of us illuminated, they're loyal to Green Marvent. Uh he's still in Plague-Mort not here, Imogen, she's a Gith like your blood, she reports to him. Then there's Trent he's Imogen's right hand and Brandal, he's always working with Alver on whatever it is they do."

He continues, "There's about 15 hobs, they're led by Hurfang. I don't know what her deal is but I think they're just mercenaries. Oh and one goblin, she's their cook and makes the best BBQ you ever tasted."

The portal from the Mortuary flares to life once more and a pale Aasimar drops in followed by his undead companion. Nik sees a group of bashers, the same ones he saw Eighttoes send into the portal, interrogating a tied up man. One of them is his friend Jek the courier. I take back Nik not having his gear.

Thanks, it'd kind of suck to only have acid splash and a bloody skeleton handy for any fights that happen in the near future xD

"Oof-
Oh, is that you Jek? Did ol' Eighttoes just turn into a bear-man and tie you guys up too?"

Nik wriggles, trying to escape his bonds.
"A little help?"

After rolling over from wriggling, he sees his corpse companion.
"Oh, actually maybe I'm okay. Skellington, use those bony fingers to cut my ropes. Without cutting me, thanks."

Skellington the 3rd bends over and begins attempting to cut Nik's bonds with his claw-like fingers

"Nik? Um, no. We got ambushed in an alley. Bear-man? I had no idea he could. How are you involved in all of this?"

Jek casually inspects behind Nik's ear.

Nik is not marked. After a few swipes Skellington the 3rd gets Nik free.

"Curious..." Vaascht mumbles as he rubs at the ink spot on his ear, ruminations disrupted by another bound sentient being tossed through the door.

The Gith stands up and watches the group converse with the newcomer after regagging the less useful but at least talkative guard. Observing the newcomer and his undead companion with some interest.

"Sounds like this Citadel is the center of our mystery, though rather well guarded for us few, and without our gear."

Akrynn listens to the guard giving a roll call of this Citadel. The Patryn turns to notice the newcomer.
Necromancer. Curious.

Seeing that Jek knows the fellow, he goes back to the guard.
And, I suppose, they are all home today?

"Oh, pardon my manners. Hey everyone, this is my Dusty friend Nikrir Leldro. Eighttoes sent him our way. He plays with corpses which is awfully convenient given that we have all of these." Jek gestures at the line of nicely posed corpses.

"Would you mind taking a look at this unhurt one? She seems different."

Rinika looks at the newcomer with a bit of distrust.

"Why would Eighttoes send you? Is he behind this?"

Jek is indicating a blue haired tiefling who is dead but has no apparent cause of death. No marks, no signs of disease.

The bound man pales when he sees Nik and his skeleton but answers Arkynn, "Umm, Marvent sends people sometimes to rotate our numbers."

Akrynn shakes his head.
A direct assault would be ill advised.

"Nice to meet you all. Call me Nik."

Nik stands up and dusts himself off. Pointing to the bloody skeleton standing next to him, he adds "this is Skellington the 3rd, but he really only listens to me, so maybe you don't need to know his name..."

Nik pauses before getting back on topic.
"Anyway, Eighttoes turned into a bear somehow and tied me up. Turned back and threw me through the portal. I was just supposed to take over for him so he could take a break. Glad he decided not to smash Skellington, or we'd have had to wait a bit for him to come through.
...I guess I can take a look at the deader, at least."

Nik casts Detect Magic and then examines the deceased blue haired tiefling carefully.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 +1 for Necropolitan? (+1 for knowledge checks on undead creatures)
...or can someone use Aid Another? xD
In other news, Nik can mention his very long ranged weapon for making a distraction perhaps :3
Or making some guard(s) from the citadel come out to play?

Not undead but I'll give you a +1 circumstance for reasons.

/looks in spoiler
I'm going to guess because necromancer looking at necromantic energies xD
Also, yay xD

"Death magic on this deader. Hmmm. This stuff is stronger than anything I can do, that's for sure..."
Nik scratches his cheek thoughtfully.

Shaking his head suddenly, Nik adds "as for fighting, I still have my crossbow and these." Nik presents a bolt from a quiver on his back.

I am called Akrynn. I am wondering if you can make more of thses? Perhaps, they could cause a distraction while we slip in.

The catfolk nods to Nik warily. "I'm Rinika. Charmed. We saw a gentleman what seemed to kill a man with just a touch, so that's not too surprising. Actually...is he here?"

Rinika looks to see if any of the deaders look familiar.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I am called Akrynn. I am wondering if you can make more of thses? Perhaps, they could cause a distraction while we slip in.

"Make more deaders? I can shoot someone repeatedly...

The Gith looks at the newcomer and simply states, "Vaascht.

Then he looks around and begins, "We should find a way out, and get our gear if possible, before more enemies arrive. We can make introductions and plans for the Citidel somewhere a little further from the plane of Fire, yeah?"

Nik knows the key to the portal at least on the Mortuary side is a red bead, unfortunately he wasn't able to get the big jar of red beads from Eighttoes before he turned into a bear.

None of the corpses are familiar to Rinika.

Hmmm I've never seen shamblers that look like these before, but I've never seen Eighttoes turn into a bear before either...

"Yeah. We should get moving before the guy who can kill with a touch comes back. Wish I hade one of the red beads to go through the portal. I want to try one thing before we move out, though."
Nik gestures and a faint wave of black light (Power Over Undead) spreads over the corpses.
if any of them are actually undead, then I can control up to 2HD of the ones that fail a DC 15 will save...

"Up shamblers. STAND UP!" Nik raises his arm dramatically as he hopes at least one of the corpses is actually undead.

Dead silence from the bodies.

I lol'd

Nik shrugs and looks around for directions to go.

Rinika makes sure the gag is firmly planted in the guard's mouth and then starts heading up the path.

Nik notices Rinika leading the way and follows her.
Something about her seems... shambler-y...?

"Hey miss Charmed, can I call you Rinika? And... have you ever been ...dead before? You seem even more properly dead than the average dustie somehow."

Switching from hiding dice in spoilers to rolling for you for stuff, I was testing it out to see how I like it for games. But I feel like they get lost and people miss out on info. Apologies in advance when I get your mods wrong. That doesn’t mean you can’t ask what you know about a thing and roll the expected check.

Perception, DC 0 distance +1/10ft
Arkrynn: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Jek: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Nik: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Rinika: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Vaascht: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Starting up the long flight of stairs it's not long before Vaascht, Rinika, and Nik hear some guttural voices.

"Perhaps our friend here, " Vaascht lightly kicks the bound guard "Has the key item to work that portal, how about it buddy? Got what we need?" he asks crouching down by the man.

"And where is our stuff, I rather liked that sword and spellbook."

He begs, "They don't tell me that stuff, please don't hurt me!" A thorough search of the man confirms he doesn't have the key.

Akrynn keeps a weathered eye out for a stick as they proceed.

Nik starts loading his crossbow.
He whispers "Anyone want to borrow my dagger? It's cold-iron."

He turns to the group, asking each,
I have practice at stealth. And, my Eyes see. I am willing to lead.

Equipment scavenged
Short Sword
Short Spear
Sling with 20 bullets
Light Steel Shield
Scale Mail
1 flask of liquid ice
12 gold
A hand full of small and rough quartz crystals of various colors, worth 1 gold taken together.

I added the items to the party loot page. Jek when you get a chance can you update the sheet to the party's current roster?

Any club-sized branches about?

I realize now that I don't have light weapon proficiency, so I'll not take that short sword and hand it off to Rinlka

Vaascht nods to Akrynn.

could break the point off the spear for a club, but I'm guessing Jek might need it

Arkynn if you wanted to rip an arm off a corpse you could use it as a club. Not a lot of wood on the plane of fire. Vaascht can use the shortspear because that's a simple weapon. The weapons aren't sized for Jek but he's probably better off with his horns in any case.

Rinika takes the offered sword, stares at it for a few seconds, then stuffs it into her belt.

"Uh...sure, yes, call me Rinika. And I think I'm dead now. Alive too, but dead. Maybe undead? It's hard to say. I think a wizard did it."

She searches around for a second before pulling up a sleeve, revealing a pallid and stretched spot of flesh about the size of her paw. The dead spot slowly roams further up her arm until it disappears under her rags. "That's the biggest outward manifestation I guess, but if you can figure out more, I'm all ears."

Nik raises his eyebrows at the mobile patch of unliving flesh.
"...Are you injured?"

Nik casts a spell on Rinika.
"How about now?"

Repair Undead (Rinika): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Akrynn carries the short spear, if available.