This is merely a test...
Ok, let's start this off.
You are currently in a hallway, and while in hallways you are in Exploration Mode.
What is the Marching Order?
What are your Exploration Mode activities?
*nods*
Blinking his Rheumy blue eyes in a seemingly startled manner, the old wrinkled sour-faced goblin smiles!
...why am I suddenly in some...is this a dungeon? Son of a sabertooth tiger, a real dark, dank, dreary, desolate, dispairingly delicious dungeon!
Leaning heavily on an apparent walking staff, the immensely old goblin begins to look about his new surroundings. Blue eyes finding the weird looking long shanks and his totally undead hooded companion, the venerable goblin leans a bit more on his walking staff.
So. Come 'round here much?
Grandpa Gobbs smiles weakly.
Clad in mildewed red cloth, which shows nothing of his face, the Jester giggles seemingly without end. He holds a chipped sickle with blood dried to the edge. As he wanders aimlessly through this dark dungeon ominous chords follow his every move.
Baskah favors the goblin with a frown until her realises the short being is being…nice. Holding an averring hand out to keep Mesce from looming in protectively.
”No…never here before.”
In the hallway before you lies a Sack.
Grandpa Gobbs makes a hurumph noise at the response by the weird looking long shanks. Turning his rhemy blue eyes down the strange hall to notice a even stranger sack lying lazily about on the hall floor.
Dat would need a trap.
Not moving a muscle closer to the suspicious thing, the Magus snaps his fingers!
Ignition
Gobbs burns away the sack revealing its contents:
The sack's contents are yours!
1x pair of Simple Manacles, 1x Tiger's Eye worth 5sp
But now you have no sack.
Further down the hall there are two choices. First you come across a short hallway to the west, and then a short hallway to the east, both ending in doors.
Sarmenti flips a coin, . He says, "Thataway!" and points east.
Grandpa Gobbs walks suspiciously to the now uncensored goods lying on the dungeon floor. His rhemy blue eyes stare at the coins, manacles and Tiger's Eye....
Any ov you youngsters bees gots a sack?
The goblin turns to look at the Jester, as he is seen flipping a coin.
Dat bees looking familiar.
He points to the freshly found funds.
”Sackless” intones Baskah, shouldering his pack to say “I have a back, a backpack, but no sack”.
Baskah bends to pick up the manacles and the gem.
”Anyone particularly need manacles? The gem we keep for party funds.”
”Sthkelem kurè eskai gorthste kù…hilagh koṟ stukh…. Mesce offers, the sussurus-like soughing sounds coming almost from too deep within the hood.
”Naii avite heck clungn!” Baskah asserts somewhat angrily back in the dark tongue. He turns to Gobbs.
”My apologies, revered one. My friend asks that you not burn any more inanimate things…”
Grandpa Gobbs rubs his rhemy blue eyes at Baskah's inner monologue of there not being 5sp sitting politely on the dungeon floor.
The venerable goblin leans on his walking staff as his rhemy blue eyes follow the conversation between the weird looking long shanks and his freaky (in a cool way) skeleton partner. The old goblin's mouth seems to be moving along with their conversation.
He grins.
Mees memory bees nots too guud Des days. Better write Dat down.
Y'know, I didn't think of this before, but Mêsce being an undead and all, everyone but Baskah should probably take 1 point of stress damage.
What's behind door number 1 hopefully tomorrow sometime.
Sarmenti nervously glances at the undead creature, "Sometimes your worst enemies are your "friends"..." He regards his sickle contemplatively.
The wrinkled sour-faced goblin smiles weakly at the skeleton as he picks up the 5sp, absently places them in a pocket and casually side steps around him to edge towards the East door...
Can't get on Roll20 for the moment, but choosing the eastern door, you find it opens into an empty room. Empty save for a bookshelf along the northern wall.
From this room there is a door heading south.
Sarmenti laughs nervously as he examines the bookshelf and pulls a weighty tome from its shelves.
Grandpa Gobbs turns his nervous, suspicious, rhemy blue eyes to glance at the weird jester chuckling as he picks at Peter's peppers....
Dat bees how's Mees lost Mees hearing. Boom! Books!
The venerable goblin leans on his walking staff and waits....
The volumes are dull and uninteresting.
You can move south from here or backtrack into the hall and open the western door.
A disappointed arched bushy eyebrow raises as they wait for an explosion.
Mayhaps you bees trays anutter one?
A bit more disappointment suffused his wrinkled face when another few minutes pass and nothing happens but his socks falling down.
Grandpa Gobbs then turns his rhemy blue eyes back behind their current position.
Dat door down dere won't be opening itself will it!?
Grumpily stomping off back into the main hall, the mumbling venerable goblin begins to approach the western door.
Durn youngsters! Bees no respect fer da elders! Bees need'n ta do stuffs meself!
The grumpy old goblin appears ready to open said door....
The Jester smiles at Gramps and in a sing-song voice,
"I wish I was a little bee,
With whiskers on my tummy,
I'd fly into a honey pot,
And make my tummy gummy."
He follows the goblin.
Baskah sighs.
”C’mon Mesce. Let’s follow them”
Thoxl is out in front, shield ready.
The old, venerable goblin leans heavily on his walking staff. Breathing a bit hot, the Magus's rhemy blue eyes regard the still closed door with a bit of envy....
Bees gots better bones den any Bard.
He winks.
As you approach the western door back out in the hallway, a strange thing occurs. A gasping and wailing face and hands appear in the masonry of the walls as black whisky tendrils grasp out at Gobbs, Mêsce, and Baskah.
Both Gobbs and Baskah become Frightened. The undead Mêsce seems undeterred.
The black tendrils grab out at Gobbs and Mêsce.
The tendrils wrap around Gobbs while they grab at Mêsce, both get squeezed tightly, bones snapping under the strain. Unfortunately, Baskah feels it too.
Baskah yowls as he feels the squeeze put on Mesce. Screaming out, Baskah calls to the creature in common and Necril to release his allies.
◆ ◆ Act Together ◆ Diplomacy
”Hai ket vul; bresk go blukt terr! Let them go, we are friends to this place”
Mesce holds his actions, held as he is, awaiting the results of his master’s imprecations to the foul clawed thing…
◇ Delay
Raise shield
Sarmenti lulls the spirit to rest with a soothing tune, appropriate to its interests.
Grandpa Gobbs screams! His still voice begins echoing, bouncing, vibrating off the walls, ceiling and floor!
The screaming Magus Charges his Spell strike and begins whacking the tight tendrils!
Seeing as the excitable small humanoid seems hell bent on resolving the pressing press immediately, Mesce follows suit…rending with a swipe and biting for good measure…
◆ Strike (claw) ◆ Strike (bite)
Baskah appeals to the entombed spirit's ethos, and the tendrils' grips loosen a bit.
Thoxl tries to push the face back into the wall, but fails to find leverage.
He then tries to patch up Gobbs mid fight! But it's hard to get a band-aid on through all those tentalces. [/ooc]Fail![/ooc]
Sarmenti tries to soothe the spirit with music, but hits a flat note.
Gobbs tries brute force, and smacks the face on the wall in the nose. The wall cracks a little.
Gobbs tries to pry himself out of the tendrils to no avail.
The summoned Mêsce claws the wall, but fails to hurt it.
The haunted wall continues to put the squeeze on Gobbs and Mêsce.
Bones crush, organs burst. Gobbs is barely holding on.
Grandpa Gobbs will get that Restraining Order cancelled!
The weeping venerable goblin Glares Intimidatingly at it!
The frustrated Magus decides to cast Shield!
Baskah yells loudly in a mix of pain and anger, trying very hard to master the situation.
”Tepshk zik: Hai ket vul; ger gezh: bresk go blukt terr! Honored wall, Let them go; I repeat: we are friends to this place!”
◆ ◆ Act Together ◆ Diplomacy use
Mesce also tries to reason with the wallclaw, even as he struggles to free himself…
”Je kol! Voss be gerr! I relent, release me!”
◆ Diplomacy use ◆ Athletics use
Mêsce speaks to the entombed spirit, restless dead to restless dead, a real unbeating heart to unbeating heart, and the spirit releases its hold, retreating back into the masonry in which it is entombed.
Thoxl will Treat Wounds on Gobbs and Baskah.
Now that we have time, is there a way to destroy the Haunt?
Grandpa Gobbs thankfully sits to get tended to by Thoxl. The Iruxi barely even smells any urine....
"Hehehehe." Sarmenti moves to the next door and opens it with flair.