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That would be great. It appears that the DM dropped all of his games in early June. He had IRL problems and needed to shift his priorities. I would welcome someone running this module. I don’t know how many players are still here? Roll Call?
”The streets taught me m’lady. It is a hard and brutal teacher, but I have come here to unlearn some of what was taught and seek other truths.” The cleric smooths his garb. ”Does it appear we have cleared the bottom level?”
Stone blushes and bows. ”I do hope you are not making sport at my expense m’lady. Literature was something I wasn’t introduced to until late in my childhood. I do my best with words.” He straightens and mumbles another prayer before releasing a healing burst.
”Allow yourself to celebrate good sir. You just vanquished a demon and that’s no everyday occurrence. An accomplishment to be proud of for sure. Gods willing it will remain in the 666 Layer of the Abyss for the next 1001 years.”
I hear you DM. I can only offer that for me at least. Once I got back to posting it helped oil up the normalcy engine for me.
”My winged Lord, we thank you for your Devine blessing to allow us to smote and rend the evil in your name and angelic mercy, may your wings wrap round us as we sing your praise.” The cleric prays quietly before allowing himself to become involved in the current goings on. ” Impressive swing there Thomas.” Stone begins to detect for magic. ”Who is in need of healing?”
Stone invoked his Patrons holy confidence in the face of devils. ”With our combined powers this starved devil will be overcome should it not take this opportunity to flee.” He places inspiring word on Thomas.
The cleric casts Detect Magic and inspects the items in the room while the others determine what they wish to do with the secret door.
”If this is just his basement I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us upstairs.”
”The demon’s attacks don’t draw blood, neither do our attacks. Something is at play here.” [ooc]Can my communal protection from Evil protect us from this creature?[/dice]
The cleric hurriedly casts bless. ”Oh Mighty Ragathiel, shield is with your wings and bless us with your grace as we face your enemy’s footman!”
”I think not dear Hanzo, that would be in conflict with our orders, and of course, morals.” ”The few sips left in that broken bottle is probably okay though, it has no monetary values now and would simply go to waste. Beware of swallowing broken glass however.”
”Before you open that, I want to tell you, I sense multiple auras of evocation magic, but it's hard to decipher them all by the fairly strong aura of evocation magic coming from behind the second door.”
”Obviously the pit trap empties down here somewhere. You would think there would be an access to clean it out. Then again it is a wizards residence . . . “ The cleric checks for magic on the doors and crates as they go.
”I still think we should leave the charm in place until we have a reason to remove it. I don’t want to release something or activate something without knowing what it is.” ”I would prefer to check below us before venturing up, but should we be tied on a vote I shall defer to the wishes of the good lady.” Stone says in a formal and chivalrous tone.
Great to have you back! Let’s jam!
”I suppose I should have asked about the little notes tied to the birds feet. Oh well. I hope he finds his way back to family and loved ones.”
Yes! Have a good time. Hopefully you will share how your experience was. That is a place I have always been interested in seeing.
”You are safe now. Please tell us what you know of the dangers of this place.”
The cleric places Guidance on himself. ”You are under our wings, let not your heart be troubled.”
”There you go. It will feel good to get out from under there and stretch out.”
The cleric places Guidance on himself. ”You are under our wings, let not your heart be troubled.”
[b]”There you go. It will feel good to get out from under there and stretch out.”[/d]
”Peace Friend. We were sent here by Her Ladyship the Baroness. Hunclay is dead. We have no association with the Wizard.” The cleric says calmly. ”You must have been here for days. Can we offer you food or water?” ”You are safe now, but you must tell us what has been going on here. Why would Hunclay seek to see you dead?”
—“Offer you some food and a drink of water. You must be famished. Please, we are not here to harm you.” Stone casts Light to chase the shadows from the room and so that they could get a better look at the figure.
”If you need strength then the Son of Huuth is your man.” ”Go with Guidance my friends!”
Stone steadies himself against the wall. ”Jori, a word if you would so indulge me.” He pauses while he gets himself in order. ”It's almost overwhelming . . . the magics that exist in this house. I specifically detect 3 more auras of abjuration magic. But there's a stronger aura of conjuration magic. All the aura's are above us in this house, perhaps on the next floor up? The conjuration aura is somewhere in the western part of the manor, though again, above us somewhere.” ”We would do well to remember this bird holding some sort of key. He may be rather holding something or someone in place.”
”If not, No need to worry Madam, I have Detect Magic active as we speak.”
”Looking at this charm, I can see it functions as a key. It unlocks something, but I can’t guess what. It radiates Abjuration magic. A classification which generally covers protective spells and the suppression of others' magic. Magic of this school creates physical or magical barriers, negates magical or physical abilities, harms trespassers, or even banishes the target of the spell to another plane of existence.” ”Maybe it is containing something?” ”I will detect for other magic in this room or on portals. I don’t think we should disable or dismiss this until we are certain what it covers.” ”No one has an identify spell memorized or a scroll of identify on them do you?”
”There is something tied to this bird’s leg. Squaking and farting around in this cage like this they make a handy alarm system.” ”Let’s see here . . . “
The cleric observes the inquisitor’s interest in the painting. ”I didn’t realize you had such a keen interest and appreciation for the finer details of oil painting Sheaorlis.” ”What draws you eye to that one over any of these others?” He examines a few himself trying to take in Hunclay’s collection to see what it said about the man, his taste in art and if the subject matters of the artwork gave any insight to his motivations.
”That would have been a rather off way to begin undertaking this venture.”, Stone says somberly while looking down into the pit. ”I have never been found of traps, but I am finding my dislike of them growing immensely.” While the rouge plies his craft, Stone looks around.
”Bloody shame about the loss of the rug really. I hope it wasn’t exceedingly valuable.”
Freshly clean and redressed, The Cleric steps out to attempt to meet with the resident sage woman that he and others have been referred to more than once about the local lore. As he walks he politely greets the villagers he meets along the way looking closely at their facial features.
I am still here! Ready to go when we fire it up again.
The cleric somberly walks up the steps of the Inn towards the librarian-wizard warmly called “Bookworm’s” room. He pauses at the door for a moment and then knocks. The rustling of scrolls and miscellaneous items being knocked over are accentuated with urgings for the cleric to come later or wait for him to come out and a fervent claim that the occupant is on the cusp of a linguistic breakthrough as always. ”I am sorry Bookworm, I can’t just go away this time and I have a duty to complete and you have said yourself how rigid my dogma can be when following the code.” Stone says with dry humor, but also great remorse in his voice. He licks his lips. ”Look, I uh, well . . . I just returned from the warrens and um. I am the only one to return Bookworm. The dwarf and the ifrit, they . . . They didn’t make it.” He lets it sink in a while before continuing. ”We encountered a group of Kobolds at the entrance. We were able to subdue the majority of them after they tried to kill us. You know how she is, er, was. She wanted to bundle them up and save them all, heh render medical aid and whatnot, make sure they weren’t bound too tight and such.” ”The Inquisitor we told you about yesterday, well . . . He and I went down one tunnel while the dwarf got some of the Baronesses men to watch her captives. So the Ifrit and her came down after us, and uh . . . I’m not really sure what happened, but they missed a pit trap and it claimed them both.” ”I have her thunder stick and it’s magic dust and the lead seeds it eats. I know she wanted you to have it. I never made amends with her before she went. I hope she found her family waiting for her in the afterlife.” ”And “Smolder the Good Lookin”, well, hopefully he and the Amazon are together for the eternal now.” ”I’ll miss them both actually.” ”We could have used you down their buddy. There were strange languages and cultural and magical interests and talk of dragons. You would have been useful for sure.” He pauses and listens ear to the door. ”I’ve found a new group since I believe you said you were going to be out of touch for a while.” ”One of them was a masked elf that had those paired Mithral daggers you were interested in. He’s already departed and took off with them though. No one knows where he was headed.” <<<<“Sigh”>>>> ”So I am going to be looking into some local trouble it seems. Before I get back to my own mission. We are going to make entry on the Wizard Hunclay’s house. Just thought you might be interested.” He waits again.
The cleric remains mostly quiet during the visit since he was not directly involved with the freeing of the girl, but attends as he is now a member of the larger group. He converses politely and pays some respects and compliments as he tries to access the situation.
He observes the girl. The cleric having seen horrors, both medical and mental from battlefields to city streets tries to make a medical assessment.
He asks for his gods blessing to guide his words. ”Sometimes when you are the most exhausted you find it most hard to sleep. May I offer you something from my medical kit that will help you sleep and avoid fitful dreams. Taken with this most wonderful milk I think it would do you well.”
”M’Lady, I can assure you the Kobolds were thoroughly aware of the kind of force we can bring to bear and the understanding that you could bring further wrath down upon them.” ”Unfortunately, I did not know the name Aeteperax when we first encountered it or I would have been able to ask more intelligent questions.” ”I would be happy to assist you in this next contracted endeavor.”
”We also uncovered that the former chieftain had reached an agreement with the town wizard. The Kobolds driven by their former chieftain and new religious leader agreed to topple the old ruined fortress for some books. Nighttail didn’t know what the books contained. The old and dying Shaman had warned the tribe their chosen path lead them to destruction. Nighttail had also given warning which is why she was being detained and humiliated before being executed.” ”Oh, and we recovered these dragon scales with the old sword.” ”Does the name, Aeteperax, mean something to you?”
”Ahem, well m’lady. Our contingent made contact with the enemy just outside the waterfront entrance to the warrens. We had good luck in our first engagement and killed a few, but many Kobolds were left dying, but treatable, on the battle field. The dwarf was a soft hearted sort. She would not hear of any course of action, but to stabilize and capture the wounded for your judgement.” ”The inquisitor and I ventured in hoping to maintain the momentum and surprise, while the dwarf secured and cared for the wounded. When we backtracked we discovered that the dwarf and Ifrit had met untimely ends in a most heinous pit trap.” ”Not knowing that a second strike team was involved, we pressed on knowing that if there were hostages still time was of the essence.” ”We discovered that the kobold tribe was in a bit of an internal upheaval. A ruffian haD assumed power and wrested the tribe to a new religion and put them in conflict with your lands. We found the leader had imprisoned and was torturing a female magic using kobold named Nighttail who wanted the tribe to move away from and stay out of aggressions with humans recognizing it would lead to the destruction of the tribe.” ”As unlikely allies, Nighttail and her pet dinosaur helped us eliminate the tribal witch doctor, dare I say cleric, navigate the tunnels and fight our way to the tribal leader. Just prior to our final fight we met up with your second team. We joined forces, carried the day and negotiated a withdrawal of the Kobolds under Nighttails leadership and took the tribes treasury.” ”It consisted of this masterwork sword and a few other trinkets.”
"While I agree they should be recovered, we are going to need some ladders, tools, ropes and body wraps on hand before we can do that safely without falling into a pit or getting crushed under a bolder ourselves." "I also need to drop this bang stick off to Bookworm and maybe get a book on Draconic. I think Nighttail may have been trying to tell us off at the end, but I am not sure." "And I wasn't proposing dropping the tunnels on them right now, just when they clear out. If goblins or bandits don't move in some farm kids will. This place is an attractive nuisance left empty."
”Let us return and give our report. Afterwards though, I feel a hot bath, a glass of chilled wine and a chance to get to know you all better would be a welcome opportunity.” The cleric says as the party moves away from the Kobold warren. ”I suppose we will also need to think about how we can collapse the tunnels so that something worse than Kobolds doesn’t move in, shudder the thought.”
I can't remember what he had us do at second level. Does anyone want the sword? If nothing else it is worth quite a bit and might be traded for something.
"Yes I can. Are you all ready to receive the Embrace of the General's Wing's" Displaying the sign of the crossed wings, the Cleric Channels his patrons life energy to his allies.
Did you guys use the average HP for level or roll? I saw that Thomas rolled for his.
Guruthos, I have Hero Lab if you want me to plug you through that.
Are we rolling for HP or going with average for class? Dragons Demand
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”I am sure you can take the small weapons and armor, I don’t think we have any use for them and you will need them. I would like to look things over first though.” Stone detects magic and looks to see if the black scale is large enough to turn into a shield. ”Guruthos, is the sword not to your liking? You appeared able to wield it.”
Working on it now!
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