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"Strange... This looks like..."

Knowledge (religion): 19 + 7 = 26; Knowledge (arcana): 12 + 8 = 20

Lucien, your detect evil reveals that there is some evil, possably necromantic force, waning from the gems and the bones. In a few minutes they will be normal.

You missed my irony, didn't you.

"Well then. We'd probably be best moving on. I am quite anxious to see what other eldritch mysteries this ruin holds..."

It takes some effort to get a few gemstones out, and your blade is scratched by the stone, but you have your shiny rocks! Would you like to appraise them now or later?

This seems somehow familiar... *DETECT EVIL*! *DETECT EVIL*! SMASH THE GEMS!

Three's enough to continue. Visiting relatives out of town tommorrow, so that will give me enough time to figure out what new direction to take this. Maybe I'll figure it out by morning... I'll try to post tommorrow morning.

You're not out of town, you're all the way across the damn country. Calling going from Ticonderoga to Seattle is like saying World War 2 was a minor scuffle.

Man, I thought I was going to be waiting forever!

Well... Here I am...
/Firefly reference.
Note: not in response to previous post.

My deepest apologies to one and all, due to some major changes in my living situation, I've recently lost my computer and internet access. I'm posting this from a friend's computer right now, so I highly doubt I'll be able to do any posts within the foreseeable future. I've enjoyed gaming with you immensely, and I am very sorry for having to drop out this way. Thanks to all of you for letting me be a part of the group.

Apologies again. -Wulf.

Bummer. Well, I'm sorry you have to drop out. I hope you'll be able to come back at some point in the future.

Lucien advances slowly, his flail cutting a wide arc through the dusty air. The weapon's heavy stone head impacts one of the skeletons with a dull crunch, dislodging a chunk of bone.

Attack: 17 + 2 = 19; damage: 5

I don't know what happened. I'm still in, by the way.

Lucien advances towards the retreating undead, brandishing his flail.

Attack: 12 + 3 = 15

B&#%+in'.

Lucian Niallo the Marked wrote:

"Nazis. I hate these guys."

Huh?

Raiders of the Lost Ark

"Damn! I hate these things!"

"Nazis. I hate these guys."

Hmmm... Mr. Shiny forgot to prep spells. Tsk, tsk. He'll have to do that later and subtract out the ones I use for him.

Lucien thrusts his hand out toward a nearby undead and waves of blistering light strike the creature. Disrupt Undead

Edit: I found your prepared spells. On page 2. Try to give me a list each time you prepare, as they will all be several pages apart. So far you have prepared spells only twice, once to tell me that they had not changed. So the rule/instructions above still apply.

Um... The same...spells...have...been...prepared. In other words, you have the list.

DM Dirk Gently wrote:

Now having light, I take it you investigate the interior of the building. Order? I know Dantis is in the back.

The colors of the murals and pictograms on the walls inside seem eirie in your torchlight (the ones in the light of the spell are equally creepy). They depict grusome scenes of battle and slaughter.

As you advance along the passageway, you finally come to a chamber. Torches line the walls here, and they light themselves as you walk in. Around you are thirteen sarcophagi, adorned with horns and horrific symbology. There are no door other than the one you came through.

Wulf will take the lead, but before doing so he will draw his spear and utter the command word to activate the magic effect.

Lucien follows Wulf closely (about six feet away).

Lucien mumbles a quick prayer to the spirits, and his holy symbol begins to glow with a bright, greenish phosphorescence.

Lucien casts Light as a druid spell.

Strength check result: 20 + 1 = 21

Lucien nods towards Wulfdayn, and they both begin to push against the massive door.

Wulfdayn Gart'th wrote:

Seeing as we are at the moment relatively danger free, I'm gonna take 20 on my strength check, which'll put me at a total of 24.

Lucien, please roll your assist.

Will I be able to take a 20 as well, or do I have to roll normally?

The door is very heavy, and will take some stregth to open.

"Wulfdayn, help me open this door. It's quite heavy. Arik, Davos, and Dantis, cover the doorway, if anything comes through, kill it."

Lucien nods towards the ziggurat, then turns to face the others.

"I agree with Arik. I think we should take a look."

spellcaster types, especially Davos, should have the common sense to wait until you are outside the village to prepare spells. Post those on the other thread.

Lucien has prepared the same spells as before.

I pocket it with a smile of respect and gratitude to the cheif. Mabye it'll fetch me some gold when I get back to civilized lands I think.

Out of the cornerr of his eye, Lucien sees Dantis pocket the talisman, and makes a mental note to get it back at a later date.

Lucien graciously accepts the talismans, and then turns to the chieftain.

"I am sure we would all be honored to sleep in the tent of the headman of the tribe."

Lucien Naiilo the Marked wrote:

Ghost Woman, not Shadow Woman

The ghost woman is completely different from shadow woman. As for the symbol, I meant bandolier, and wrote bracer (correting now...Ping!), and missed the shield when looking at the symbol, sorry. Jeez.

I guess there are a lot of death-obsessed female spirit analogs of Wee Jas in Amahra. But you're the DM. And you knew that. X}

He motions to the woman and she produces a necklace with five talismans attached to it. DC 20 knowledge (religion) to identify the first four talismans, Arik, Wulf, and Lucien get a +5 bonus to the check The talismans include a trio of blue feathers, a string doll with long black hair, a twiggy representation of a stick figure, and a wooden black circle with a crecent on one side. The talisman in the center is recognizable to all of you, however, for it is a bronze symbol of the sword and bracer of Calum.

The holy symbol of Calum is a crossed sword and bandolier over a bronze shield. But you knew that, because you're the DM.

You are familiar with the customs: You would respectfully sit, and join their appeals and thanks to the spirits of the animals and plants who are now part of the meal on the table. You will not look up until the man in the center does so and speaks.

Lucien sits down on a mat made of hide, bowing low, and not looking up until the headman has spoken.

Lucien keeps pace with Wulfdayn, striding along near the group of Hathir traders.

I figured that it was better than telling them that I was a theif who was adventuring with you looking for trouble and a way to escape the city where he would soon be arrested.

Good idea. And by the way, the word is 'elicit,' not 'evince.'

"I am the sole survivor of a merchant vessel that was raided by pirates several weeks ago. I am traveling with these people because, well, I have no where else to go now. this said with a look of deep sorrowI mean no disrespect traveling through you're lands, and would be greatly honored if you allowed us to stay with you for the night, surely the hospitality of your people would be more freindly than the cold ground." I say in my most convincing tone, trying to evince sympathy from them from my sorry tale. I also try to gesture in a way that shows respect and deference.

Bluff 23 (19+4)

Lucien snorts with disdain, but does not answer, finding it wise not to reveal Dantis' true motives in the presence of the Hathir tribesmen.

Arik Tenthous wrote:

DM Dirk Gently wrote:

The tribesman turns now to you, Lucien, confused a bit on who the leader here would be, Dantis having spoken most forcefully before. "I am known as Yannu, son of the Jotnir tribe of Yakkar. If you are not enemies, what purpose have you in our lands?"

Arik summons up strength to speak up, " I am Arik Tenthous of the Haithers, we have just came from Arcania looking for a place to stay and were wondering if you Yannu, son of the Jotnir Tribe of Yakkar would let us stay in your village for the night."

Hathir do not come from Arcania. They come from the southern continent. But I know what you mean... sort of. It would be better if you claimed to be traders. That's not uncommon.

I am Hathor, son of Yanni of the Actor tribe, and I'm um.. looking for some sailors...

"I am escort to this one," says Lucien, pointing to Davos. "I am accompanying him and his on his travels."

The tribesmen adress you, Dantis, saying "We seek no sustinance from this creature. We have, in fact been tracking this creature, it has ravaged several of our scouting parties and nearby villages recently, and we saught to destroy it. It is not a natural crature, and several others of its kind have been sighted for many generations.

Who are you, who have killed this beast? Be warned, if you are not here as friends of the Jotnir people or its allies, you will not be shown much mercy."

Lucien rises from his meditations.

"I am a friend of the Jotnir tribes, as are my traveling companions. We are those who have slain the beast. I am Lucien Naiilo. What name is it that I should know you by?"

OK, now that you are all getting ready for sleep, I'd like to remind you to post watches, and that Lucien, Arik, and Davos need at least 6 contiguous hours of sleep.

Lucien will take last watch.

As the sun dips beneath the horizon, Lucien allows Thorn to bed down a short distance from the group. Lucien himself strides overe toward a nearby hillock and sits down, cross-legged, his eyes staring toward the horizon.

"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?"

"She is a spirit of great power, mistress of revenants and wolves, the caller in the night."

"The Ghost Woman? Whats that?" I ask as I look at Lucien inquisitively, ignoring the barabrian's muttering.

Lucien quickly regains his haughty demeanor.

"Well, if you'd been listening, halfling, you'd know."

He turns to Lucien, suddenly overcome by an unfamiliar feeling of paranoia.
He finds himself fidgeting slightly as he speaks, glancing about him as if trying to find hidden eyes watching him.

"...Ghost Woman? Do you find such things in these lands?"

"The spirit of the Ghost Woman found me in my dreams after..."

A faraway look enters Lucien's eyes as his face hardens momentarily.

"... anyway, she has helped me ever since, giving me guidance, and gifting me with eldritch power. And some distant day, she shall come to take me to the forest of the spirits..."

The wanderer smiles as he appears to stare into space...

Feeling somewhat better, Wulf looks down at himself and growls in annoyance. His treasured family armor has been hopelessly marred by large claw tears and is stained beyond relief by the blood and gore of the strange beast.
Angrily, he hurls the empty potion flask, finding only minor pleasure in hearing it shatter, and gives the beast's carcass one last angry kick for good measure.

Lucien chuckles once more as he ambles over towards Thorn. After securing himself on the elk's back, he looks pointedly at Wulf.

"Not to worry, Wulfdayn. After the next sunrise, the Ghost Woman may see fit to grant me the power to repair such light damage."

In other words: tomorrow, Lucien will prepare Repair Light Damage as a cleric spell and cast it if needed.

Lucien stands off to the side, smiling and shaking his head.

After a moment, he walks toward the owlbear corpse. Kneeling, he produces a long steel dagger from the folds of his cloak. Lucien proceeds to cut out the creature's eyes and tongue, placing them in a small bag around his waist. Next, he plucks a feather from the beast and fastens it in his long, braided hair.

"Spell components," replies Lucien.

Also, if anyone is watching closely,

BAHAHAHAHAHAAH! I'm alive! ALIIIIIIVE!!

Wulf unable to control his fury, he produces his axe and proceeds to hack the head from the unfortunate beast, until his anger fades and he's left with the stunning realization that he has just vented his fury in a most unsettling way. Dazed, he steps back, leaning on his spear and breathing heavily, looking thoroughly worn. Finally, regaining most of his composure, he cuts one of the beast's large, sharp talons free, and stows it carefully into his pack as a trophy.

Lucien stands off to the side, smiling and shaking his head.

After a moment, he walks toward the owlbear corpse. Kneeling, he produces a long steel dagger from the folds of his cloak. Lucien proceeds to cut out the creature's eyes and tongue, placing them in a small bag around his waist. Next, he plucks a feather from the beast and fastens it in his long, braided hair.

Oh, and to Lucien: yes.

Damage: 9 + 1 = 10

Lucien's flail smites the beast, its stone head burying itself in the creature's feathery hide.

Lucien Naiilo the Marked wrote:

Attack roll: 14 + 3 = 17. Does it hit? By the way, this resolves after Dantis' attack and before Davos' attack.

The creature gets to go first, as Wulf ran up to it.

The bizzare freak of nature slashes at you with its talon-like claws, and thrashes about, trying and succeeding to bite you with its hooked beak. Both hits w/ claw, hit with bite, total damage 27, sorry Wulf, but you're the only one in range for this round.

Arik goes first in the second round, then Danits' and Lucien's actions resolve. However, as I know that he will not be posting until tomorrow, I will allow Davos to break the initiative order if he is here just for speed.

So, um, does it hit?

Lucien is about ten feet away from Wulf, and the same distance from the creature. The elven-blooded wanderer braces himself against the charging beast, whirling his flail and shouting a savage battle cry.

Attack roll: 14 + 3 = 17. Does it hit? By the way, this resolves after Dantis' attack and before Davos' attack.

Post now, short one.

Initiative roll: 16

Lucien is unimpressed by the conduct of the halfling and the Akkadian in the face of danger. However, with a sigh, he begins to plan his attack on the creature.

Spot check: 19 + 2 = 21

"Avast! I see something! And it looks like it's heading this way!"

Lucien dismounts and draws his flail.

I have just been informed that Dirk is back in the land of all things fattening, and should be posting sometime today.

Dirk?

"Should we have to flee I would prefer to do so on the back of a mount. I also won't be able to keep up with everyone for long periods of time considering that my legs are shorter than everone else's."

"You may go off and find yourself a lapdog, halfling. However..."

Lucien whistles loudly. After a few minutes, the sound of pounding hooves signals the approach of Thorn, Lucien's elk animal companion. (Dragon Magazine #333)
The wanderer takes a running leap and lands in the elk's saddle effortlessly.

"Now, we wait for the pilferer to return with his ill-gotten mascot."

Lucien: You do know of some areas in the northwestern Jotnir lands that may be open to travellers. The Jotnir here are more likely to accept the appearence of an Akkadian; far from liking one, the chances of your new comerade being jailed and burned to death are much slimmer. It will, however, take some travelling through more xenophobic lands to get there.

I say that.