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How do you live out of your car? I'm curious.
Red door is blocked by the eye. I'm not even sure my attempt to deal with the eye worked, so I can't try again.
I think the way through the library is either through the red door, orange or yellow door. I don't see a way from the current map.
Eh I think we're supposed to do something regarding the eye amulet. But if I don't know my first idea didn't work, I can't try again, can I?
Also, GM, if that eye trick doesn't work on the big eye, I'll go yell some things at it. Probably involving Zandalus.
Damien shakes his head. "I don't want to know." He goes to Professor Faust's corner to offer him emotional support. Yes, I know its horrible, but we can't do anything for the victims. We need to pull ourselves together or we won't be able to get out of here alive!" He gives a sigh. "I miss Bella too. I want to go home, have dinner with her, and just go back to being normal." "Winter, you're a miracle," Damien exclaims gratefully as the healing energies was hover him and his wounds knit. He decides to show Winter the amulet of the eye with teeth. "Do you know anything about this? Is it safe to keep this? I really don't like that eye staring at me." "I hope you'll be able to help Julgan, he was cohabiting with a ghoul. Not really what I'd call...a good neighbour. It was a wonder he wasn't eaten!" When she peels back the curtain, revealing the other watery eye the size of a wagon wheel, guided by some strange instinct Damien takes out the eye he took from Juglan. He raises the eye and faces it directly at the watery eye the size of a wagon wheel, then waits to see if anything happens. He also converses with the people who are at the closed doors. "Sorry sir, but what lies beyond those doors?"
Talk of delicious irony. I have identify on spell list, but no ranks in spellcraft...
"Look, I've nearly been murdered twice today. And maybe nearly got my heart cut out as a sacrfice to Asmodeus." Damien complains, as he slowly picks himself off the ground."Now, where's my longspear?" He looks around till he finds it, then looks into the room beyond. "What in Irori's name have they been doing in there?" Damien exclaims, his mouth dropping in horror at the sight. "I'm so sorry." He apologises to the ghoul. "May Pharasma judge you kindly." He then tries to stab the ghoul through its vile heart.
"We'd best get Zandalus back to the barricades. God knows what more horrors lie awaiting us."
Who's turn is it again?
Morrick lays his hands on him and the wounds heal and Damien comes around. ”Uh?” Damien looks around groggily. ”Why are you touching my chest?”He weakly protests at Morrick. ”Were you trying remove my heart to sell it to Asmodeus?”
Blood flows from the stab wounds in Damien's chest, staining the floor. Damien seems paler, now, and his breathing shallow.
Damien gasps in pain, as the dagger enters his chest, then falls to the ground.
Damien tries to stab the Doppelnurse with his longspear.
My token went missing! I can't put my move now.
Damien wonders for a moment if he should just sit down for a while, then his sense of duty gets better of him, and he stumbles unsteadily up to stab the doppelnurse.
The blood loss, however, has made him woozy, and his attempt to stab it with his longsper goes wide.
Damien yelps as her dagger sinks into his side and staggers unsteadily out of the way of the crazy knife wielding maniac in a nurse's outfit.
Technically we're waiting for Marconias to post before GM Lari.
"Yeah why don't you try wrestling with doppelgrannies next time. I'll sit at the side and cheer."
"That fills me with so much confidence. Why didn't you say that when the doppelgranny nearly murdered me?" Damien sarcastically quips.
"Look, we don't need to kill him." He berates the guy who fired the shot. "He probably just needs his medication."
"That thing," Damien points his longspear at the blue thing, "is a ghoul.Don't let it touch you, it's attacks can paralyze and its bites cause disease!" "Keep an eye on that that guy," Damien points to the speaker."Anyone sharing a room with an unded abomination is either insane, or up to no good." Damien moves into the room and stabs the ghoul with his longspear, trying to stay out of range of where the chained ghoul can reach.
WB =) Try not to let me die here ;)
"I'd worry more about that blue body down there. Fangs and long lashing tongues are definitely NOT natural." Damien comments.
I'd be willing to just give the supplies of winter blankets and chains to her, but I don't know how the party would feel about it.
Damien feels Winter's healing spell banish the deathly coldness and lethargy in his body. He becomes keenly aware of the burning sensation of pain in his chest, as Winter's spell spreads life giving warmth throughout his body. He opens his eyes with a groan. "I'm still alive? Oh wait. I hurt too much to be dead." He gives everyone a weak smile as he attempts to crack a joke. With Winter's help he staggers to his feet, unsteadily and inspects the partially healed gnashes on his chest, as well as the rents in his armor. "How bad was it? Or do I not want to know?" "I can fix myself from here. " He gently touches the wounds wincing slightly while chanting a healing sutra.
"Thanks for dragging me back here." He thanks the party. "I hope it wasn't too much of a bother." "And thanks for saving my life," He thanks Winter, "Or I might've been facing Pharasma's judgement now." "What happened?" He scratches his head. "We found some supplies, 9 winter blankets and a chain, then we came across an elderly Varisian in the office who claimed that some brutes in yellow stole her chair. I went to help her up, turned out she was a doppelganger. I remember her claws ripping through my chest, then having a brief moment of lucidity after someone stuck some really smelly stuff under my nose. Then felt myself being dragged and ended up here." "We found no survivors in the storage rooms or boiler rooms, but found 3 doppelganger bodies riddled with crossbow bolts in the office." He informs Winter of the results of the party's investigations. "Does it get cold at night here?" He asks Winter. He pets himself over. "Oh, I'm also missing a silver mace. Did anyone see it?" After he has reclaimed his gear he heads towards the south door , "Guess we'd better get investigating then. Hopefully we'll find a stash of healing supplies."
Damien felt light-headed and dizzy, drifting in a gray fog.He could hear his companions speaking around him, but their voices seemed distant, far-away and inconsequential. Nothing really mattered anymore... Damien's body sags limply against Faust's, his head lolling. Faust can feel Damien's thready, weak, rapid pulse as he reaches for Damien's cold, clammy arm. That, combined with the rapid, shallow rise and fall of his clawed chest are the only indications he's dragging a living body and not a corpse.
Garrison offering free heals, no? If I don't count as wounded, I dunno what does. I'd suggest you bring the doppelgranny body to the barricades and complained that she ripped me up good. I can't really say it in game since I'm in no condition to do much.
Bloody inefficient. If I roll low, I might still be at negs, and all of you need to make heal checks to stabilize me. I only have 2 slots left.
Ahahah. I can't even play an alchemist(unless vivisectionist) I don't believe in guns and bombs lol. I'm at -10. Took 1 point of dmg bleeding out. Even at max CLW dice roll, I'll still be at negs and continue bleeding out even after I use my standard action as clw.
Damien sputters, "w-what was...t-that." He attempts to sit up, then finds out he's too weak to do so. "N-not n-now." He gasps weakly, his teeth chattering. "So...c-cold. W-winter." He then closes his eyes to conserve energy. Damien does not look good. His complexion is pale, with a slightly greyish cast, and his skin cold to touch. His breathing is shallow and rapid.
Faust - pouring your CLW extract down me won't work. You need the infusion discovery else your extracts only benefit yourself.
Damien gasps as the woman rends his chest, then crumples soundlessly to the ground.
Damiem draws his silver mace and clubs the elderly Varisian over the head with it."Elderly women don't have claws. You're a wolf in sheep skin! Figuratively speaking, of course."
I moved myself up - because as per this post I would be trying to help her, but the map loads funny on my phone(which I'm stuck on quite a lot of time). If you want me to move back to previous position please say so.
"So you don't have any problems with your legs, afterall." Damien comments, as she leaps to her feet. "Why did you lie to us?"He asks, sounding hurt.
I suggest we sense mo her all the way back.
"Look. I know we're scared. But you can't let fear make you see doppelgangers everywhere!"Damien whispers back to Faust. "And now you foul-mouthed snake imp. What I suggest is we help her up and we ask her questions to verify her identity on our way back."Damien grudgingly gives ground. "Sorry, Granny, we can't risk the barricade."
”Except how I got here. And I woke up in the basement with some shear wielding, shapeshifting psychopath trying to cut ME up.“
”At least some of the supplies might be helpful to those at the barricades. Chains can be used to reinforce the barricade, while the winter blankets are good for cold nights.” Damien remarks. ”Lets take those along and return them to Winter when we head back.”
”That’s sick,” Damien shakes his head sadly and with some revulsion. ”Who would be cutting bodies apart to lay flesh upon the rubble?” ”Granny, why don’t we help you to the barricades, then we help you find your chair?” Damien approaches the elderly Varisian, helps her up and offers. ”Which way did those brutes in yellow head to, again?” He asks politely
"People who don't think straight usually don't do tactics. We might be able to take advantage of that. " Damien muses. "Look here, do I look like a lunatic to you? I'm perfectly normal. Why would I be treated here?" He gives the nurse an affronted look.
Damien laughs at the snake snores interrupting Morrick.'Now that's funny, I'd never imagine I'd see a snake's snoring interrupting a cleric at prayers.' He tries to talk to the snake. "Hi, imp in disguise - can I touch you? I've never had an opportunity to touch a snake before." "We've got 4 days of food supplies before we starve. I'd say time is of essence. We can't be sleeping the day off." He chides Morrick.
"Winter, did you see how we came to be here? Like did the shapeshifters gas us and drag us in?" He asks the Pharasmin.
Damien agrees to search the place systematically.. He busies himself helping chop firewood for an hour while waiting for the party to set off. After the hour ends, he urges the party to start the search.
"I see." He nods understandingly."Winter, is there any way you can send a message to your brethen in Caliphas, magically or by divine messengers?" He asks. "What caused the patient revolt? And the Earthquakes? How did the ghouls and shapeshifters get here? Are there any gardens on the facilities to scavage food?" "I can help with providing water, but not food."
Once in the chapel, Damien looks for the exit to the main entrance. "Does that mean we are free to leave this place? I really want to get home to have dinner with my wife, Bella. I could ask the Thrushmoor authorities to help deal with the problem?" He offers the Pharasmin. Then he goes to to the base to the statute of Irori and prays for guidance on the direction he should be heading.
"No!"Damien pulls Faust back. "There are barricades, they're fortified in. Attacking a forrified postition without preparation is always a disaster. Like how the orcs have been trying to take Lastwall for hundreds of years to no avail. I'm a history professor! I know! Damien continues to speak calmly. "We're all stuck in a situation out of our control. We're scared, they're scared too. Since we did survive an encounter with those shapeshifting things, we're probably in a better position to deal with them. It'd be safer for everyone once those are dealt with."
"Oh yeah. Priest of Asmodeus. Yeah, I never really got why you need to pray for powers or whatsoever, but well, whatever floats your boat." He shrugs. "And there are some people who draw power from reading something they call a spellbook? Golly, that's weird, but that's what the world is." 'They're scared. That's why they set up barricades. And if we survived an encounter with one of those shapeshifters, maybe we might be in a better position to deal with them then those manning the barricades...'Damien thinks to himself.
"Campre - would you feel better waiting for us at the barricade here or would you want to come along with us?"Damien asks the orderly.
Well, I could run along, but I'd rather more of the party came into the corridor before I started moving elsewhere. Or chimed in on directions to go.
"Right. We should check the storage for more supplies then. What say you, gentlemen?" He asks the party.
"Three?! There are at least 3 shapechanging psychopaths down here?!" Damien's eyes bulge with shock as they look about to pop out of his head. "One of them nearly killed me!" Damien sputters. "Bella," he calls out to the celling, "What have you gotten me into this time?!" He tries his best to compose himself. "If we are to be dealing with these lunatics, we'll need supplies. Especially healing supplies. Do you have any in stock or know where some may be found?"
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