Aye, guess it is time. Our ancestors are pressing against my skull like never before. Lets see what bogarts are infesting the old place.
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Orald takes a drink from his mead skin and pulls out a rope to attach so we can climb down. A little rope work is probably safer than looking for some wierd magic babbling in that place.
Garroth, you did ask Orald and received a less than helpful reply. Ransaq, as for the conversation mechanics, they work as well as the involved players choose to interpret them. They aren't magic spells, the skill checks are a convenient way to quickly deal with an npc that you meet for a few minutes or for immediate reaction not for long term relationships as will happen among pcs. Garroth used a roleplaying scene that had ZERO negative impact on your character to show how offended he was by your little joke. Take it to heart and move on. A reminder ooc as well that this is the GOOD GUYS group. Intentionally alienating another party member for the sake of a petty joke is not good. It is just dumb. Can we get back to actually playing a game now?
Orald glares at Garroth and Ranzaq, his temper fraying. All right you knuckleheads. We are on the RUINED roof of a temple devoted to some CRAZY minor power, where something has driven one man INSANE already. At least pretend that you are trying to be heroes. That is why we formed this group isn't it?
Well, if nothing else, we can get this poor bugger some help. Probably tripped some curse here and has been living on rats since. Plus there aren't many magical clothiers in the city, so you can start a new trend.
Oh, err it is one of those urns. Orald quickly reseals the urn and looks around with a guilty look on his face.
Still more secrets to this place. Wonder what is in the urn? Orald, probably unwisely thumps the urn with his knuckle, and listens t the sounds. (Assuming nothing odd happens) he then opens the stopper to look inside. Maybe it's mead? Do druids drink mead?
Well that seems settled. Hmm wonder what goddess he was supposed to be prophet of if he was an insane monk? Some Fae witch? Orald pokes around a bit more to see if there is anything else of note besides the magical cloaks.
For divvying up treasure, I am fine with it just going to the most needful. After all we are the good guys, if we can't share the loot we are pretty much doomed already. I would say the two most dangerous people to be out of(or turned against us) the fight should have them. Definitely the wizard as color spray is gross. I would say Garroth next due to multiple attack actions.
If we can figure out who is worshipped here, we need to get these things to their proper temple.
Does anyone here speak crazy? No I'm not talking about you gammy Trudor.
What the... Orald seems bewildered by the sudden change in events, but rushes forward to put an end to things before they go from weird to deadly.
What prayers? You don't even have a sign up for who is being prayed to here. How can you expect us to follow your rules if you don't tell anyone about them. So calm down and give us a pamphlet or something so we can do this right.
A he appears to be used to tuning out voices... :P Orald directs the rest of the group that there are small rooms on either side of the T. He gestures left, then pauses a moment and goes to the room.
Orald gently examines the paintings, wondering if they can be restored, then pokes his head around the corner and looks both ways.
Orald tilts his head to the side as if listening, then winces and starts massaging his forehead. I would recommend not bringing that up, our ancestors seem to be a bit divided on the issue. I would rather not risk their wrath while floating uncontrolled in a weird, nameless, ancient temple. I mean really, who do they expect to worship here if they don't even put up a sign? It's no wonder it is abandoned.
Orald quickly grabs the banner he had set aside and allows himself to be lifted in to the air, table still held I his other hand. Apparently we can ascend by our faithfulness. Or by muttering random magic words.
Grumble grumble, what you all doing under there? Orald moves over and picks up the table and flips it over so he can see. Assuming that causes no change he will try using Read Magic.
Without any other ideas of what to do, Orald gets up and starts cleaning the place up and setting to right what things that can be.
Grumble..Grumble... No laughing Orald kneels then lays down on the floor.
Orald starts looking around on the floor for something that looks different or prayerish. Why can't these things ever just say "Go to the tavern down the street, drink a pint and tumble the prettiest wench in sight." It's always riddles and prayer and such. I don't think these people got out enough.
Quiet, we're waiting for something bad to happen here.
The ancestors are mixed, some think we should stop wasting time and grab the scroll, others warn that it will surely lead to our untimely deaths. Orald rubs his forehead a bit and takes a quick slug from his mead skin.
Works for me. Lets check around to make sure we don't miss something because we got distracted by the shiny scroll case Orald says with a smile.
Orald sheepishly returns with the glowing banner in hand.
Orald runs out of the swarm like screeching like a scared little girl. Moving as far away as he can.
Seeing that no one else is going to try this accursed door, Orald smashes it in with his axe. Putting in a bit more vehemence than one would expect to be directed at a simple door.
Very true. Create water is an amazingly useful spell if you get creative with it. The cruelest thing I have ever done as a cleric was in Living Greyhawk. My rather arrogant war priest became upset with a certain ghost. He had the metamagic feat that let any spell affect incorporeal beings. Dousing a ghost in water, that will never dry out due to the absence of heat was particularly gratifying. Especially considering he worshiped the goddess of fire and vengeance. :)>
Orald stands up and brushes the dust from the seat of his trousers, and looks down at the handle in his hand. Shameful craftsmanship, their ancestors would be ashamed. Once again, this time with leverage. This may be noisy, be ready for an audience.
frustrated Orald continues pulling off pieces of the frame.
Stymied, Orald just looks at he chunks of rusted junk in his hands and throws them to the ground. He takes up his axe and eyes the door with contempt, but first looks to see if anyone else would like to try the impassible barrier.
Plus we don't really need to get creative, just need to not roll terrible, I suspect.
Whats that? hmm.. let me see if we can get this open.
Nah that's just surface rust, I am pretty sure it will open like a charm. Orald begins pulling on the handle\frame.
Now that someone had taken the initiative, Orald steps up next to Garroth and prepared himself for another den of horrors. The in part involves a drink from his mead skin which he happily shares with anyone interested. Had a regular of mine that is a priest bless this batch.
Well that was a mess. I am for checking on my brews and trying to forget about that place. Might be that we had some problems with crowding at the doorway. If ye can use a long spear or such, it may be good to have it as an option. And something a bit better suited to smashing bones seems wise.
That and a warhammer. Stupid skeletons. :P Looking for adventure: We clearly need to get us something to help protect us from the magic's of the unholy if we are to be mixing it up with them on a regular basis. Cloaks of resistance would be the obvious route. Something like a horn of goodness if you are thinking of something a bit more epic.
Definitely a trap. Orald tosses a stone at one of basins filled with "treasure".
Best to keep moving then. Orald checks to make sure no one is badly wounded then takes the lead in to the next room.
Ok, lets break these chains and see what state this poor bastard is in. Is anyone badly hurt?
Orald Steps un to the breach, his hand glowing with arcane power and attempts to slug the deranged door ornament. Unarmed attack, provokes if he is capable of aoo. non-lethal and magic
All that I know of atm.
Orald tries again to daze the creation with his ancient dwarven magic.
Trade me places lass!
sorry, was sick as a dog yesterday.
Urrr...What? Orald is rocked by the blast in such tight quarters.
What is this blasphemy!
Orald shouts an ancient dwarven word of power attempting to daze the mad man.
The chains, maybe they control him as they controlled the alters affect!? Orald proceeds to attempt to shatter the chains.
Hello? Are you a horrible undead abomination?
Yes, onward! Erm which way is onward? Orald loosens the strap on his second skin of mead for easy access, takes up the banner and readies his axe once more.
Orald, looking a little disturbed, says nothing as he finishes a skin of mead in one pull, then begins using Prestidigitation to clean the blood from himself, the party and the room in general.
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