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Role gate looks fun. Always willing to try a new medium (I also see that Meetch just started a Sprawl game over there.)

I formed it as “Ravenloft (DW)” password is “bucanero”

Good to hear, and happy holidays! Let me know if any of you are thinking about starting up a new game. I’m actually considering hopping back into the GM seat with a Dungeon World jaunt through a DW conversion of the original Ravenloft module that I’m working on.

Anyone interested?

Hey all, I thought this game was dead and since it was my only ongoing game I stopped checking back in.

Apologies for killing it. I had a blast. How’s the new game going?

Finally back up it seems.

By all means, let's visit the Iron Lord.

Meanwhile, Ron digs contentedly into some ancient texts, blissfully ignorant of this Golnaz character.

How are the Aboleths connected to the mindrending?

Where can I found out more about maintenance of the seals?

Is the Iron Lord relevant to our investigation?

Ron smiles as the approach the sparse bookshelf. He pushes past Roshan and begins reviewing the available titles. Interesting ...

Investigate: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

Do I get the +1 for relevant information? We know quite a bit about the Aboleths at this point, I think I'd be able to find the most relevant book.

To the books!

Roshan turns to Ron. "We're here for books. Should we find Golnaz first, or hope against firm odds that this is one of the days she isn't in whatever library we're here to search?"

Let’s focus on the books first. If this Golnaz appears, we’ll handle it.

Apologies. My new job has been a bit overwhelming and I guess I needed some time away from PbP. I’ll be checking in regularly again starting tonight.

Isn't 49 grandpa age in this kind of setting ... for a human anyway.

Ron whispers to Conwall. I believe the Iron Lord rules in that palace. I neglected to mention that she likely wants me dead, and not a quick death either. We should give her men a wide berth.

Twenty years ago, when I was 29. So the daughter is now 29, and she is the Iron lord. Does that work?

I think I've been to Boquek itself, in service of one of the former lords. I discovered he was mad beyond belief, and killed him for the good of the city. His daughter (and current Lord) witnessed my betrayal and has not forgiven me. Very much a kingslayer thing going on there.

Ron bows deeply to the Duchess and waits politely to be excused.

He then returns to the tavern the party had previously decided to use as a rendezvous point, grabs a pint, and settles in.

Ron is pretty old and a vet of foreign wars. Perhaps to speed things along we could make a devil’s bargain: Ron has traveled very close to our destination, but in his prior travels made a mortal enemy of a powerful faction with a long memory.

That is amazing!

Love it! Have you done much design in the past? I’m right there with you on next level nerding.

What game are you working on Volsung?

Thank you Duchess. I think it would be best for all of us if none knew the purpose of the mission. But if you ask, I will of course tell ye. In private.

Not sure if that last bit of dialogue would trigger a roll. Just in case, here is a Charisma roll of some sort.

Charisma!: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (5, 4) + 0 = 9

I'll use my leftover gambit from my Playing the Long Game move: "At the end of a battle (or when it makes sense) and your Gambit would reset to 0, you can keep 1 Gambit instead."

Flashback: Knowing that he would soon have another meeting with royalty, Ron spent the time waiting for Belym to finish burying the door by polishing his armor, prestidigitating, and generally making sure that he looked the part of Archbishop.

So that is a 10.

Ron approaches the Duchess. We've killed the last of the cultists. He approaches if she will let him, and speaks quietly. I have a favor to ask, and I ask not as a mercenary, or a godslayer, or what have ye. I ask ye as the first Archbishop of the Emerald Lady, because our world depends on it. I will open a portal, and I ask that ye send a contingent of your most loyal soldiers through with supplies for three months. Burn what documents ye find on the other side. Hold against all comers for two months. Don't explore. Don't excavate. Just kill anyone who enters. Ye have my word. In two months I will reopen the portal and return your men.

Eolen is the duchy, right? For when the time is right:

Cast Shadow Walk: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13

The Duchess' Throne Room.

Could I sell on finding a bag of books in here as a result of my search? Maybe a Bag of Cultist Documents?

As they are finalizing their preparations for departure, Ron approaches Belym and whispers. I'm worried about these defenders. With the door open, they are vulnerable to all manner of assault. Could ye seal the door with stone? Might not be much, but its something.

Ron will also spend an hour thoroughly rifling through this cult complex. He is looking for documents, and any of his old gear.

Discern Realities?: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (1, 1) + 0 = 2

Classic.

Just ... hypothetically speaking ... what percentage of Norwhich's militia can I send through a shadow portal at a single time?

Ron moves towards the group of Eidonlons. We will travel to the archive at Boqueq and do what must be done. How long can ye hold here? Are ye in need of supplies

Search is working okay for me. It's a new word.

We're owed shout-worthy sums of coin... We can 'help' them with that.

So we finish up here, port to the Duchess to get paid, then port to "The closest I've ever been to Boqueq"?

Pelnore must be a last resort. The last thing I want to do is fight one hundred Conwalls.

Has Boqeuq been mentioned in the gameplay thread before? The search function seems to be broken. Also, it seems like the plague issue is tied to the aboleth issues, so we probably can't do more to help here in the duchy. Am I reading that right?

+3 from the questions as described by my betters.

Alignment: Outwit a Formidable Opponent. I think the shadow portal from inside Ulrich might count. I'll mark xp, unless told otherwise.

Bonds: The only one with any progress is Conwall: "I have let my fear of elves color my relationship with Conwall. I was wrong, he is worthy of my trust and friendship and I will prove it to him."

Conwall, do you feel that I've proven that I trust you and consider you a friend? If so, I'll resolve this one.

What if we brought an elf here, to see what we have seen, and to make the case to yer people? Are there any that would at least hear us out?

Yer empire was destroyed by some catastrophe. I don't know what kind. And it has been long enough that yer mage-king's name is no longer taught to our children. I am sorry for yer loss.

Ron turns to whisper to Conwall. Would the elves rally against this foe? Or would we only bring devastation to this entire province?

Can we rest here while we help the Eidonlon's recover?

Ron instructs the Cardinal to man the door, and then slips inside the Eidonlon chamber. Yer empire's dust, and yer seal is breached. Gotta ask. What're ye sealing in there, and better yet, how do we kill it?

Ron briefly examines the spearhead, shrugs and tosses it in his pack. He then rubs his eyes in disbelief as the party enters the door they were just fighting to keep closed. Wait ... gods damned it ...

He moves to defend the entrance, staying on the outside, and his ears perk up when he hears "eidonlon." Impossible ...

Spout Lore: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 = 10

Conwall, did you end up taking Blacksmith?

Ha! That’s a good one. Shame I don’t know no science.

Ha, I completely forgot that mechanic. I think that first came about in Kobold campaign that Bastian and I played in with DM Mooshy, but I can't recall. Outlined in blue? As in blue mage? Ron is more of an internal fight between that Demon that wants me to go up to the mountain to fetch dragon tea (Red) and Larune (Green). He is absolutely Not Ok and desperately Needs Help.

C'mon Abolethy Stuff!: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 = 8

As the flames lick against his faceplate, Ron rushes towards some nearby shadows. He flashes red. I'll be back!

Cast Shadow Walk: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 3 = 15

The river where we defeated Selwyn.

Ron stumbles out of the portal into the sunshine, and runs down to the river. He quickly submerges himself in the river, then sits up in the river and breathes deeply.

He stumbles back to shore and drinks a healing potion, before looking in the direction of Norwich. I'll be back to ye soon dearie.

After a moment's hesitation, he moves towards a nearby tree's shadow and flashes red again, more noticeably tinted with green.

Cast Shadow Walk: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 = 12

The corridor outside the defeated Uxfaris.

Ron walks back in with a smile on his face, and dripping water. He walks up to Conwall to pat him on the shoulder. That one was yers me friend. Well fought.

Let's see if we cannae find something useful lying about.

Taking a gambit from Roshan.

Spending last defend hold to deal my level in damage, Pierce 2, to the mouth talking to me.

Like lightning Ron rushes the palaverous maw, jamming Remorse down its throat.

7 damage, Pierce 2

Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

I'm confused. What is attacking us right now? Did these beasts come from inside the aboleth door? Or is this still Uxfaris?

Also, to everyone else, my current plan to put myself out isn't the best plan I've ever had. Anyone got any ideas?

Once he gets his bearings, Ron pushes his way back into the room. After a quick glance, he sprints after Conwall, moving to support the elven whirlwind.

Defend Conwall: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 6) + 3 = 12

Almost forgot ...

Burn Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

I'll spend two hold to halve the effect of the attack on Conwall (whatever that might do) and open Uxfaris up to Conwall, giving Conwall +1 forward against Uxfaris.

Because of my spell choices, I'm feeling fairly underprepared for Uxfaris' final form.

It kind of seems like there are no cultists left in the room. Once that is confirmed, I suppose I'll charge right at Uxfaris.

Loving Roshan's You-Shall-Not-Pass moment.

The defend move kind of gets crazy at higher levels.

So on the illustration: Roshan and Belym are over by the big pink door. The cultist that was by the door is dead, along with the two that were by Uxfaris' starting position. Uxfaris and the four cultists to the left have all merged into Mega-Uxfaris. So there are now three cultists near Conwall running for the pink door in terror. Conwall is still in his starting place. I'm out in the corridor outside the tan door. Is that all correct?

Inside a beast huh, I bet there isn't much light in there with me. This may not work so feel free to retcon it away ... but it will be damn cool if it does.

Without thinking, Ron flashes green and red, really more red than green at this point.

Cast Shadow Walk: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5) + 3 = 11

The corridor outside where we just arrived.

Ron falls through as the portal opens inside Uxfaris.

I double posted, and the second post had burn damage 5 ... roll result 8. Let me know which set I should take.

burn damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Ron sprints towards Uxfaris, tackling him to the ground.

H&S (Str) or DD Str: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 1 = 11

"Burn ye bastard!"

Ron holds on tight as the fire spreads.

Ret con my prior post. Still taking the ichor for myself instead of Roshan.

"Go! I'll follow."

Ron pulls a jar of latern oil out of his pack and douses the flesh and ichor. With flint and steel, he sets the oil on fire.

Marking 2 adventuring gear.

Let me know if this takes prestidigitation too far.

Ron slides in after Roshan's strike, taking the flesh and ichor on his armor instead of on Roshan. Spending final defend hold to redirect "attack" to me.

"Go! I'll follow.

Ron inspects the ichor as it crawls on his armor. He flashes green and red.

Cast Prestidigitation: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

As the flesh and ichor fall away from his armor (?), Ron notices Conwall falter.

Ron falls into a back to back stance with Roshan, and Remorse leaps out like a hungry beast at the two thralls piercing chest and throat.

Spend 2 defend hold. 7 damage to each of these guys, pierce 2. My sense based on the dagger throw is that this kills each of them. If they are still up, then ignore this:

Ron spins back to Roshan's off hand side, eyeing the scythe warily.

"Three!" Ron shouts in Conwall's general direction.