I'm still about, also don't know if we should get another gm. At least we got to do the finale of the tomb.
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Looks like they haven't posted in any games for a few weeks. :(
"If they're looking for new people, then we may not need to know much." Miron suggests. "We could just ask to join up and find out things that way."
Miron, sits for a while in thought as the others speak, rubbing his hands together for warmth. The journey to the crypt had been harrowing at times, and the disease he'd picked up was troubling. But it had been a bit exciting and being able to use his magic for something important was gratifying. Contemplating the life he'd have if he just stayed in Kassen working on his parents farm, he finds that increasingly unappealing. "I would like to go." he announces.
"It was about some things he discovered before founding the town." Miron adds. "The thieves took some amulets from him and Asar. Asar used to be his adventuring companion, he said. He also said there was an elf called Iramine who had another of the amulets, and we should try to find her if she's still alive."
Miron wakes feeling slightly better. The cold still lurks within him, but it at least now was the one he was used to, instead of feeling the unnatural chill of the zombie disease. Gathering up his items from the sick beds, he heads over to the meeting. Bundled up in his coat, he looks around for old man Vardigan, but can't see him. A bit disappointing, but not too surprising - the man wasn't the most reliable. "I'll have to find him later." he thinks, reflecting on the growth of his magic during the time at the tomb "I need to talk to someone about my magic." As for the main focus of the meeting, Miron is content to let Joras and Roya do most of the talking, only interjecting to add detail about anything magical they found.
I am home and should be back to normal posting.
Miron gratefully submits to the ministrations of Father Prasst and Roya. "I'll stay here if I can" he answers the priest. "My folks are busy with the harvest, and I think I'll be safer here if..." he trails off worriedly. "But please tell them that I'm here." he adds. -- At the subject of payment comes up, he adds "I have my share from what we have, we can use that." -- "Thank you" he tells Roya as the magic suffuses through him. [b]"I think it will help."
I'm still on holiday, will be home in about a week, I'll spend my time recovering/eating brains depending on how my saves go.
Miron sleeps fitfully and wakens early. He thinks about getting up to gather firewood, but with the throbbing in his head he ends up just wrapping his blankets around him tossing and turning restlessly. For most of remainder of the journey home he keeps his head down and concentrates on helping to drag the stretchers home. ... At the small welcoming committee, he approaches the priest with a wavering voice. "Father, I .. I don't feel well, there were some monsters we fought, I think something might have infected me."
I thought there'd be traits whose flavour would match my background, but I couldn't find much that fit. oh well. Traits: Life of Toil
FCB Bonus Expansion
Background skills
I'm going on holiday in a few days for a couple of weeks. I suspect I'll have limited internet, so please feel free to bot me if necessary
Miron racks his brain, really wishing he'd paid attention to history. "um. If you were friends once, what happened with you and Asar? Could he have told someone about the key before he died?"
Miron is leaned over the sarcophagus, gathering up the links, when he hears Conrad shout and rush off. Quickly pulls himself up and turns, startling at the sight of the ethereal Kassan. Heading over, he listens to his friends' questions before tentatively asking one of his own. "Um, I think the man over there was looking for the amulets you and Asar have... had. Do you know why he'd be looking for them?"
haha, I rolled poorly on my 2nd level hp, so more would be good. XP: don't mind.
(Miron points out the magical gear) "This is Asar's coffin." Miron says to Conrad, looking at the sarcophagus. "I guess they must have put him in here too?" he wonders, once again wishing he'd listened more to the town's history. "Did this guy try to raise him or something? Why would he do that?" Looking at the stranger's map, "It says something about amulets, but Asar wasn't wearing one." He peers into the Asar's sarcophagus to see if if there's any trace of it.
Miron takes a moment to breathe as he watches the flame of the skeletal Asar fade away. Wrapping his cloak back around himself, he casts Detect Magic and looks briefly over the unconscious woman, before turning to check over the remains of Asar. "What do you suppose he was going to say at the end there?" he asks. "Did someone else bring back his spirit?" Remembering the other thing Asar had said, Miron then goes to investigate the corpse that the skeleton had taunted him with.
After seeing the powerful strikes of the skeleton, Miron resolves to put some distance between himself and the skeleton. He ducks away and circles around the pillars to a safer vantage point.
If he's got high AC, one option is to use aid another to give a +2 bonus to attack. Just have to hit a DC 10 (and be close enough to hit him...)
Miron jumps as the skeleton archer's missile nearly hits him. He scrambles forward to seek refuge behind one of the statues in the crypt.
Should I continue pinging the boss, or try to take out an archer first?
Miron darts into the large chamber and clambers down the edge of the staircase to the floor below. He turns to face Asar and focuses his power into another crystalline ray into the flank of the imposing skeleton.
vs red
Miron moves into the doorway, the unnatural voice still ringing in his ears. He shivers, but is unsure whether it's from the perpetual cold, or the ghastly sight of the undead before him. As Roya's magic washes over him, he looks more determined. "it's just the cold" he mutters to himself. The enigmatic knowledge that has prodded his thoughts all morning surges to the forefront. His fingers instinctively weave a new pattern, and with a motion unfamiliar yet oddly natural, he launches a crystalline ray at one of the nearest skeletons. The ray hits in a flash of teal as the magic cascades through the necromantic energy animating the skeletal warrior.
sorry, got out of the habit of checking the forums. Roll 20 is fine for me. Only thing I'd add to the summary is that I got a +1 dagger from the smoky burnt room.
I'd like to see the end of the module at least, and I'd be keen to keep going.
I'm fine for waiting longer. I'll be travelling 12th-19th and I'll probably be able to post, but not too much.
Miron watches the path of the statues carefully and moves up to the limit of their reach. When they are triggered again, he hustles forward as they grind back to their original positions. Approaching the door, he slows to a stop. "I mean, it's probably the flame, right?" he suggests. "And if the tomb has been disturbed, then I guess it's up to us to try and fix it." he adds, only slightly uncertainly. Before they head in he casts Mage Armor and his skin briefly shimmers with the pale blue glow as the spell settles over him.
"Yes, let's trigger the traps and see exactly what they do - nothing's magical so if we know what's going to happen we can try to just avoid it."" Miron suggests.
Miron nods and casts his spell. He wraps his coat more tightly around himself as he looks over the bridge, statues and doors.
Miron covers his head and rushes in after the others. "Well, at least bats are.. normal." he pants, looking back through the doorway "They might leave us alone if we don't disturb them.. right?" he asks.
Miron shouts in surprise at the flurry of bats and raises his arms, casting a spell and sending a scintillating aurora into the air among the bats.
Are swarms mindless? Or does it depend on what's in them? Colour spray might work? Might give it a go anyway, Miron doesn't know.
Miron takes a drink from the fountain based on Brandark's testimony and Perri's subsequent test. "Could I get some cleaning too? I wasn't expecting to need new clothes." "Bloody skeletons and zombies." he swears, "I really feel like doing.. something to them." he adds in a low voice to himself, stretching his hands out in some some unfamiliar, (yet familiar?) gestures. === As the group heads off, Miron casts light on his dagger and the pale glow lights up the rear of the party.
Miron wakes up shivering, as usual, but paler than normal. As he checks himself over, he suddenly starts. "Um, what were you saying yesterday about disease?" he asks Roya worriedly. "This wasn't like this yesterday. Oh gods, it must have been those exploding zombies." he continues in a panicked tone.
FCB: better take the +1HP new cantrip: Disrupt Undead +1 Spellcraft
Will finalise things tomorrow.
"Seems safe enough" Miron says, peering around the small room. "if we want to hole up here for a while." He casts his spell as he peers at the water. "It's magical, but I can't tell how. Maybe just creating the water."
Miron retrieves his spear and pokes it below the water feeling for ground or skeletons "Um.. where are they?" he asks. "I'm not going swimming again." he adds. When talk turns to resting: "The other room off the entrance said something about reflecting on Kassen - it might a good place to rest if there's nothing there." he suggests.
Miron isn't too happy being this close to a skeleton, but really doesn't want to risk falling in by stepping backwards. He shifts around to make room for someone with a better weapon, and flicks his wand at the skeleton again.
Miron sloshes through into a clear spot in the room, then launches a missile at the remaining visible skeleton.
Miron moves up until he can see the skeleton in the alcove, then flicks the wand, sending a blast of force crashing into it.
Miron looks forward as those in front cry out, but he can't see much. Before Perri can rush past, he touches the fighter's bill and channels cold into it. He then rummages in his pockets and draws the wand.
Miron abandons his plan once its clear Brandark knows about the strange fungus. "Doesn't look like there'd be anything in there, let's keep going."
Miron wades off to fetch one of the frogs to test his theory.
Miron stares at the ring "The ring is magic, but I don't know what it does. I guess it probably doesn't do much against frogs. The coins look the same as the ones we found on that guy near the lake. Wasn't he dead a couple of months too?" he wonders. -- Looking at the room with the stangely burned corpses. "Do you think it's the blue stuff on the walls? If it can burn, then it might match up with the pattern on the bodies? We could push one of the frogs we just killed into the wall to see what happens?" he suggests.
sorry, I've been out with the flu (or something like it)
Miron wipes off his dagger and goes to inspect the body. "The ring's held up pretty well, considering the rest of him." he remarks. The pale glow shimmers over his eyes as he inspects it for magic. "Could just be metal lasts longer though." he adds. "Maybe his coins are still good too?" He takes the coin pouch and has a look inside.
Seeing the remaining frog cornered, Miron switches back to magic. Stretching out his free hand, he forms another bolt of ice and launches it towards the amphibian. But the water and battle throws off his aim and the missile strikes harmlessly into the wall.
Miron wades forward through the water past Perri. He channels his power into his recently acquired dagger and plunges it into the side of the frog.
Splashing further into the room, Miron concentrates his magic into a swift ray of ice towards the frog that has Conrad in its grasp.
Miron cries out in surprise as Brandark is suddenly jerked forward in fron of him. He pushes his way through the water into the room to get a clear view of the frog, then murmurs a spell and launches an aurora of blue and green over the frog.
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