Dark Tower

Game Master brvheart

Alright, I gave others a chance to do this . . .

Tal'ariel kneels down at the spot where Iz/George vanished. "Well that's funny. The ring he got is still here. I wonder what happens if I put it on?"

Which is exactly what she does.

The ring radiates a continuous protection from evil spell as if cast

You hear the voice of George in your head. "Well, a pirate eh? Just follow my lead when things get dicey and you will do fine."

Tal tries to talk with George in her head.
"Woah, so you live in this ring? That's amazing! You know, everything about this place feels dicey to me."

"Anyone hurt that needs some healing?

"Anyone hurt that needs some healing?

Slim looks to be down 18, Haltashaar 8 and Ciri 7 and you 1

"Yeah if you wouldn't mind, I got a couple of nicks and bruises Thoron..." replied Jim before adding, "Wow that was quite a fight wasn't it!"

"There is someone tied up in the other room!"

Tal is surprised at the news from Haltashaar. "Wait, what? We'd better go take a look!"

"Hold up please, let me help the party a bit"
Channel: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) = 6

and for Slim CLW: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 +50% for having healer's blessing=12

everyone gets 6 back, Slim you get 12 on top of that

That a pit or a stair down in room 5? trying to keep up on the mapping.

That a pit or a stair down in room 5? trying to keep up on the mapping.

It is a statue for mapping purposes.

"Anyone hurt that needs some healing?

a little hurt

Thoron Palehorn wrote:

"Anyone hurt that needs some healing?

a little hurt

lol 1 hp?

Is someone going to check out the tied up person?

I Move into the room and untie the Palladian, cast prestidigitation

hello, I'm Ciri, so just how in the world did you get yourself in this condition

Rhaym swam to consciousness again; something had changed in his vile durance. Still sick and dizzy, he noticed there is light now. And... a woman's voice?
Cracking open a bloodshot eye, he beheld a lovely elven woman working on freeing him from his tightly wrapped bonds. He guessed she had nothing to do with his captors.
From cracked lips he whispered.
"Forgive... my... impertinence madame. I... was ambushed... on the road. By... dark riders..." He said, in an Aquilonian accent.

Having been stripped by his captors, the man himself was impressively muscled and was a classically square jawed handsome warrior. He seemed to exert a charismatic presence, almost a glow, even in his much reduced state.

His bloodshot eye tried to look about the room they were in.
"Planchet?" He asked aloud. "... my servant... is he... here?"

"Your . . . servant? Yeesh. You are far, far away from a place where you could hope for a servant to bring you a cup of tea."

Tal figures this broken man was no immediate threat and is likely an ally. So she uses her dagger to cut the ropes loose. "This your stuff over in the corner? Looks like you know how to fight."

When Ciri and Tal'ariel unwraps/cuts the last of the ropes holding him to the target post, he stood there a moment before toppeling slowly to the floor. *Whump*
"Ow." He said.
Slowly, he rolled over and looked at his arms. The ligatures had pressed deeply into his flesh, and his arms had grown numb with disuse.
"I will... need a... minute... or so Mademes..." He said. Tingling in his hands let him know he was slowly recovering use of them.
Turning his bloodshot eyes in the newcomers direction, he called upon his granted power to Detect Evil in their general direction.

No one in their group has any tinge of evil detected. You do notice that Tal is wearing a Topaz lion headed ring that matches your holy symbol.

A fighter approaches in dervish garb. "Your man servant if he still lives, may be with the rest of the prisoners. We are seeking them presently." He offers you a water skin, "I am no servant, but you are welcome to share my refreshments."

sorry guys I wasn't feeling well yesterday.

"Man this place seems to have a lot of odd characters left over from the bushwhacking that's been going on for years it seems."

Check to see how bad he's hurt Heal Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Sorry to hear that Thoron. Hope you are feeling better today!
Current HP 0, damage 7 and 50 non lethal. Cure Light should help.

Felix looks at Taláriel and whispers."2 Copper get you four, the poor schmock has been gutted like a fish."
He then smiles his toothy smile at Sir Rhaym and gives him a thumps up.
"Hope you find him. I mean in one piece, am I mean alive!"

well if he's dead I spent a couple of hours creating him for nuttin'"

on the guy that's down CLW: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13+50% for having healer's blessing 6 more so a total of 19

Brvheart Way I read the healer's blessing is that I don't have to do anything to get the extra 50% on cure spells. Is that the way you're reading it too?

That is how I read it also.

So I heal to 26 and clear all nonlethal?

With the healing provided, Rhaym looks much better, though still dishevelled from his imprisonment.
With a grateful nod, he accepted Haltashaar's drink.
"I am much appreciative monsieur." He said.
Climbing to his feet, he gave a little bow in your direction.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sieur Rhaym de Wymund, Knight Bachelor of Aquilonia and Paladin of the order of Shining Knights of Mitra.
"And yourselves?" He asked politely

So I heal to 26 and clear all nonlethal?

Per house rules, you are fully healed as intended.

Felix waves a hand and replies:"Hey Ray, may name is Felix. Nice to meet ya."
Inwardly Felix CRIES.Oh by Loki, a friggin paladin. What have I done to deserve to find a nutcase holier than thou warrior, with big mucles and nothing in between."

Earlier Jim felt Thoron's healing powers wash over him, suddenly all the pain and tension that had built up was washed away like a bad dream. He nodded his thanks and stretched his arms to ensure they where loose and ready for the inevitable next fight.

Present time
Jim nodded to the former prisoner, "Sieur Rhaym de Wymund eh? I'm Jim, although some people call me Slim... Anyway if you don't mind me asking, how come did a Shining Knight of Mitra end up here, and come come they didn't sacrifice you to their dark god?"

::mutters about fancy titles::
I'm Thoron cleric of Freya. Umm don't expect anyone to call you by your titles here, it's to long in emergencies"

Inwardly I cry Freya spare me from having to try and educate him about how the real word works. He doesn't have any sense at all!

::rummages around for something alcoholic::

Before you stands this mysterious woman with a fine black metal sword on her back, you see magic coursing through her and death follows with her, the air is filled with crackling power around her, her white hair flowing behind, she resembles a spirit more than flesh and blood and for a moment you feel she is out of place in this time and place, a bit blurred in movement. You see a hourglass holy symbol that looks strange to your eyes. You notice a hint of Ancient Elder Elf blood which you have only heard tale of but never seen.

It's my pleasure to meet such a high and courtly knight as yourself, now allow me to reciprocate my introduction as you kneel in my presence!!!(she courtsies formerly in court style, giving a official court greeting),

It seems you are fated to join our quest and I always wanted a handsome body guard, So your just what every princess needs

So, do I add him to the order of march and watch as Ray then? I thought Slim was your bodyguard?

No, slim is my master and commander, a body guard is a lowly servant to clean my boots and guard me while I sleep!!

Tal squints at Sir Rhaym, trying to figure out if he really was a Mitran. The way he talked though, and the way he acted, seemed to all line up.

"I'm Tal'ariel Rhuiodon--Tal for short. Don't be fooled by the ring," she mentions, holding up a hand that seems like a relic. "I'm not actually a Mitran. But I sure don't want to get killed by these homicidal Set worshippers!"

A lion-headed fighter in platemail suddenly appears. "I heard that miss Tal. I will have to work on you:) He walks over to Sir Rhaym and placed his hands upon him. If you were not healed before you are now, So they sent you out looking for relics, huh? Well, we don't need treasure hunters nor pretty faces, but we do need strong backs and swords willing to fight for the glory of Mitra. Do you swear to defend the White Tower and destroy the Dark Tower? To defend the weak and destroy the servants of Set? While we are doing the introductions I am George, Prince of the High Peaks and Champion of the Faith."

With multiple healing washing over him, Sir Rhaym looks much better.
Going over to the corner where victims' stuff had been thrown, he quickly recovers and dons his armor, weapons and pack.

Your man servant if he still lives, may be with the rest of the prisoners.

Rhaym bowed his head.

Felix waves a hand and replies:"Hey Ray, may name is Felix. Nice to meet ya."

Rhaym nodded to Felix.

I'm Jim, although some people call me Slim... Anyway if you don't mind me asking, how come did a Shining Knight of Mitra end up here, and come come they didn't sacrifice you to their dark god?"

"Well met Sir... Slim?" He said, doubtfully, feeling the name was a little too informal.

I'm Thoron cleric of Freya. Umm don't expect anyone to call you by your titles here, it's to long in emergencies"

"Well Met Sir Thoron. No of course not, we are in the field, so to speak."

Sir Rhaym is awed by Ciri's presence and list of titles. He kneels and bows his head.
"I am honored to be in your presence, Princess Ciri..." He said.

"I'm Tal'ariel Rhuiodon--Tal for short.

He bowed and saluted.

"Do you swear to defend the White Tower and destroy the Dark Tower? To defend the weak and destroy the servants of Set? While we are doing the introductions I am George, Prince of the High Peaks and Champion of the Faith."

"I am honored to be in your presence, Prince George" He said formally. "You should know that I already am under oath to defend the weak and destroy the servants of Set, as well as obey and promulgate the tenets of Mitra.

Jim nodded at Ser Rhaym's speculations about the Cardinal's motives, getting rid of a troublesome knight by sending them off on an impossible quest was a time honoured approach.

"I would speculate they might have thought of holding me for ransom."

Rather darkly, Jim disagreed, muttering "More likely they where waiting for an auspicious day to ritually sacrifice you."

As he hears himself being called Sir Felix, waves his hand and replies.
"I am no Sir, I work for a living!" But he still smiles back and after seeing Thoron grab his own hip flask he nods, takes his and takes a swig himself.
"For happy companions and ...... um profitable battles!"

Having bottled some of the fine wine they've encountered, Tal quickly takes it out and raises it up. "Very profitable. Cheers!" She takes a nice long drink. "That sure feels good after a tough fight." She drinks some more.

wait, I will join you, takes a drink and starts Singing Gary Owen

Perform: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me, each jovial blade
Come, drink and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus:

Chorus:
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.

We are the boys who take delight
In smashing Limerick lamps at night,
And through the street like sportsters fight,
Tearing all before us
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.

3. We'll break the windows, we'll break down doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours,
And let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruised
Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail;
No man for debt shall go to jail
From Garryowen in glory.

http://www.iafnc.org/Music_Files/US_Branch_And_Service_Music/Gary_Owen.html

Where to ladies?

Please Mr. Custer, I don't want to go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin' fight
Somebody yelled "attack!"
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.

Into the circular room

This room is occupied by a giant stone statue. He is 11 feet tall and wears knickers, pointy toed shoes, an ornate vest, fancy shirt and a red pillbox hat. He carries a large broom.

'Sir? Moi? I'm no sir I earn my way in this world!, Please call me Thoron if you need me to respond.

::takes a healthy swig to counteract all the nobleness in the air::

Tal observes the giant stone statue with suspicion. "I don't trust the statues anymore. Is this one trapped too?"

She searches intently for anything out of the ordinary.
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34 +1 vs traps.

Sir Rhaym looked at the statue, puzzled.
"Is this a... god to be worshiped?" He asked aloud.
Know:Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
He also uses Detect Evil at a glance on the statue.