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A Happy New Year to you all! I need to offer a heartfelt apology to everyone for disappearing like I did. It was an amalgamation of things that led to it. A rough finals season, traveling, holidays, family drama, my older brother's wedding, and a shocking and much too young death of a family friend. These are just excuses, but ones I offer with a plea for forgiveness over my absence. I certainly want to keep playing in all of my games and plan to catch up as best I can now that I am back in my apartment.

Things are still very busy with finals and projects, but I am going to try to get a post in tonight or tomorrow.

I have finals Monday and Tuesday, so might not be posting until Tuesday night, early Wednesday. Bot me if needed please!

Kalas believes his own two eyes over Nathaniel's words, "What I see is a tragedy perpetrated by evil and insanity that we can stop from happening again!" He stomps into the room and awaits the figure of Doctor Oathsday, blade at the ready.

"Let's move on then. We'll take our friend here with us for now. Perhaps the other men will protect him once we 'prove' ourselves." He motions to the door to the south, "Through there then?"

Kalas pulls the gibbering man to his feet and hopes he can stand on his own, "Come on then friend, we're getting you out of here."

Kalas sighs deeply and his disgust at allowing this creature to continue to devour a corpse in their sight is obvious, "We can't just leave the man in here, whether he will talk to us in proper common or not." Kalas waltzes into the cell with a purpose and attempts to cleave through the chains holding the gibbering man captive.

If the ghoul doesn't try to attack him he'll be taking his time to line up the shot and hit the chains automatically.

Damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

I've seen clerics with such power before, but... they are often on the side of evil or one push away from being so. He bears watching. Despite his misgivings Kalas waits for the ghoul's reply with bated breath.

Yes Happy Thanksgiving for you Americans! You're over a month late, but what can you do. :P

Kalas steps very slowly and cautiously into the room, attempting to stay out of immediate reach of the creature as he studies it. His face is twisted in disgust.

"It may be another one of those creatures. They seem to have a flare for madness and a taste for human flesh." Kalas draws his blade and stands in line of sight of the door. He motions the others to try and stay out of sight and then he nods at Hearda to open it.

Kalas takes a deep breath and sheathes his blade, "Well, time to move on then." He follows behind Hearda at a reasonable distance and awaits the other man's signal.

Kalas steps forward and attempt to split the head in twain with his blade. Unfortunately it his blade hits only the tiles of the decayed floor.

Kalas nods at Hearda, "Do it. It's our safest bet."

Kalas steps forward to see with his own eyes the corpse Hearda mentioned, "It's... writhing. Whatever is inside may burst out if you attempt to move it. Our safest course of action may be to avoid it or... burn it."

Kalas quaffs one of the potions to get himself back in fighting shape.

Good point, will do!

It needs to be done, Kalas grimaces momentarily, but swings his blade down and cleaves the head off the creature's corpse.

Kalas silently swings his blade at the monster again. His face a mask of pity.

Kalas chuckles darkly at the creature's theatrics, evil never does know when to shut up. He steps forward and swings his dull blade from his shoulder and slams it down atop the monster with force.

"Be ready to assist me once she shows her true nature." Kalas steps into the room with the old woman.

As Kalas peers into the room his first thoughts are of disgust and worry for the old woman, but looking closer he notices things out of place. She is definitely not what she appears, this is a trap. He says as much to the others and offers to enter the room and speak to what was likely a monster to prove it before they attack.

Kalas finds the feeling of adrenaline an old friend as he follows the path of the scouts. He attempts to stay far enough behind them as not to give away their location, but close enough to be able to help fight. They will certainly need my help facing these creatures sooner, rather than later.

Kalas listens intently to the old man's words, "I think we can manage to kill three of those creatures easily enough with all of us working together, but are they really so common? Not only that, but can we assume every doppelganger is as deranged and evil as the one we've met?"

Kalas grips the haft of his blade tightly and waits, hoping for good news, but worrying for the signal.

Kalas nods decisively, "It would definitely be safer if we don't all swarm in at once, but are you sure you can handle yourself old man? If things go south you might want someone in there with you."

Kalas joins the whispered conversation, "Erring on the side of caution can't hurt us, but rushing in without thinking certainly can. They could be prisoners like us, but that pile of corpses didn't get down their on its own."

Kalas moves to help Hearda fight the dire rat, Let us see how you like the taste of steel vile beast! He swings his heavy blade with abandon.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Sorry for not posting, Kalas would indeed make his way up the chute. I'll be sure to make my action when it comes around.

As soon as he becomes aware of the danger above, Kalas dashes toward the corpses and bounds up them. They did not look like much when it comes to a fight. They'll need my blade up there.

Like I mentioned earlier, if there really is a pile of bodies, unless the hole in the ceiling is larger than the pile a rope would not prevent us from having to climb the bodies. I am assuming that is what our GM went with?

Kalas shrugs half-heartedly, but nods, "Could be a trick of the light, could be some kind of celestial blessing, could be demonic possession. Whatever the case he seems to want to escape this place too so we can use his help, red eyes or not."

Kalas places a hand on the halfling's shoulder before he dashes off, "Feliks! A moment, if there are more doppelgangers up there we should think of some kind of 'passcode' to know you are really you. We hardly know each other after all." After they agreed upon a passcode Kalas will let Feliks make his climb.

Kalas watches Hearda's actions in something akin to confusion, what use is a bloodied instrument to us? "What kind of answer do you hope to find from an instrument?" He turns away and sighs with resignation That's enough distraction from what must be done..., "Dvarin, send your familiar up to scout for us. If it gives us the all clear it seems we will be climbing a mound of the dead."

Kalas steps through the door as well and finds himself staring at the pile of decaying bodies, it is overwhelming the depth of evil we have witnessed in these short moments. He growls silently against his own unease and reaches a hand back to grasp the hilt of his long blade.

Kalas claps the halfing on his shoulder in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture, "I suggest we finish surveying this place before anyone climbs that pile of corpses. After that well..." He shrugs.

Would the rope even help? If the shaft is small then the you'd still have to climbs the pile of corpses.

Kalas looks at Nathaniel and Hearda with disgruntled eyes, they justify that letting it die in this cell by inaction is different from ending its suggering now. I will accept the majority decision, but I can't help but disagree.

"We do ourselves no favours by suspecting each other of being doppelgangers, but we should be weary of any strangers we meet. Doppelganger or cannibal, neither would be an ally." He speaks his words while following the example of the others, searching out his own belongings. He is instantly drawn to his blade, it is just a tool to combat evil, to kill, but it is mine. He dresses himself in dark cloth, cloak and armour and then belts his blade across his broad back, no one expects you to be able to quickly draw a blade this long from your back. These unnaturally long arms come in handy for something.

Kalas takes a vial of healing potion with a "Thank you," when offered and downs it without a thought, if I don't trust them now I will die in here anyway.

He looks about and questions the readiness of the others, "Does everyone have their gear? I think it's about time we start exploring this place we have found ourselves in."

Kalas sighs and lets the tension leave his body, a pitiful creature, but it appears to have lost its will to fight any longer. Still... leaving it to licks its wounds could spell disastrous in the future. At the words of the others he contemplates his own place in events. "I do remember my name, Kalas, Kalas Eventide. There is little more left of my own memories than that. Of how I came to be here, or what connection I have to the rest of you there is no sign." He turns to the creature and follows Dvarian's words with his own, "And while we're at it, where are we, how did we get here, and why were we in your 'care'?"

Sorry for a bit of absence, I'll be posting soon.

Kalas frowns at Dvarin, "It is too far gone, I don't think we will be getting information from it. The best we can do is grant it the mercy of a swift death and pray for its soul. If it has one."

Plus it might already be dead...

Kalas ignores his wounds and watches his new potential allies set upon the creature with makeshift weapons. Its madness led it to such acts of cruelty, but how far before we have madness of our own to match? He steps forward again and tries to grab the tool he had implanted in the creature's head. If he succeeds he yanks it out with a sawing motion.

Kalas feels a disgusted sort of pity for the monster. It is obviously insane. The evils it brings into the world will not be ended without its life being ended as well. He feels divine might flow through him as he makes his decision. His muscle tense as he pulls back the jagged saw and brings it down upon the creature's head with all of his strength, a complicated sadness in his eyes.

Kalas steps out of the cell and feels the relief of claustrophobe being released. Any longer and I would have tried tearing that door off its hinges. He tries to be quiet as he enters the room, but he knows his goal: Grab a weapon, kill the monster. He goes for the table, hoping to pick up a saw or something similar while the creature is distracted.

Kalas is startled by the sudden change in the nurse from somewhat humanoid to a hideous shifting beast. There are times when evil takes innocent forms. This is not one of those times. Monstrous thing! He reaches through the rusted bars and attempts to grab the creature and smash it against them violently.

If he is successful:

He shouts, "Someone grab the keys!"

If he is not:

He shouts, "Vile creature! Come in here and face me without bars between us!"

Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Thanks for the vote of confidence! I am excited to delve into this adventure, I am already having a lot of fun. You are all great posters and I like reading everyone's posts.

Looking at the initiative rolls I probably won't get the chance to do so, but what rolls would be appropriate for grabbing the nurse and smashing its face into the bars of the cell? Grapple check I assume, but what about for damage? As is I'll probably be waiting for some of the others to post to shape my actions around their's.

I assume we want to get a grab on those keys so we can escape and arm ourselves, so that's something we should be thinking about.

I am going to try my best to play Kalas as the silent type without making him feel like he is not part of the group or the game. It can be tough to do so in play by post, so just let me know if his interactions start to be too minimal.

Kalas's first thought as he opens his weary eyes is of irony. And so I awaken from one nightmare into another, if only I was in a warm bed. At least my head is attached this time. He slowly brings himself to his feet, stretching tired muscle and shaking out the vestigial remnants of sleep. No clothing, no tools, no weapons and locked in a cell. Not the best of places to be.

It is only then that screams of the man on the examination table register in his mind. He peeks out through the bars and witnesses the horror the oddly inhuman woman reaps upon the screaming man. He looks about him and sees strangely familiar faces within his own cell and the other cells. They all appear inclined to help the screaming man. That's a strong sign that they are allies to that which is good. He knows that there is not much he can do stuck in the cell unarmed, but he also knows he has to try his best to help the man. So escape it is then. He focuses his thoughts and attempts to discern anything useful about his surroundings.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 2 = 20

He walks up to the rusted door of his cell, intent on testing its strength without alerting the evil woman. He grasps the bars in shaky hands that become suddenly steady with a task to accomplish.

STR Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Kalas won't be trying to wrench the door off or anything like that quite yet, he just wants to see if it might be weak enough for him to do so. Which of us are in the same cage with eachother?

Nathaniel becomes Kalas. I will update the formatting of my profile in the near future. It's tough to find a suitable avatar when you paint a picture of an odd looking fellow.