|
Kirche
after only a few minutes a dark skinned elf with silvery white hair walked into the corridor a shimmering black silk dress clad her slender body, A crown of some kind of dark metal was on her head and she griped a incredibly silver dagger in one hand, With a slight motion of her hand the door opens, before you can try anything she swoops at you with amazing speed after a brief flash of white you see only darkness.
Foggy
after a few minutes she stops talking and you fall into darkness.
Macreel
|
|
Kirche
Next to you another halfling lies dirty blonde hair falling over his face he's dressed in rags you realize, then you realize so are you. when you get up you realize there's another halfling on the other side of the blonde halfling, this halfling has dark hair and is also dressed in rags he seems just as surprised as you are, unlike the blonde halflife this halfling is awake.
foggy
Next to you another halfling lies dirty blonde hair falling over his face he's dressed in rags you realize, then you realize so are you. when you get up you realize there's another halfling on the other side of the blonde halfling, this halfling is female and has red hair, and is also clad in rags she seems just as surprised as you are, unlike the blonde halfling this halfling is awake.
macreel
on either side of you to other halfling' stand one male one female one dark haired one red hared.
Foggy shakes his head and gets slowly to his feet, taking a good look around. Then he addresses the female halfling, "Hi, my name's Foggy. Where is this place?"
Not waiting for a reply, the halfling moves to examine the sleeper.
Kirche looks at the other halflings questioningly, but says nothing. First item of business is warmth - she looks around the cave for anything that looks like it might burn, unfortunately she can't see a thing in the darkness.
As her mind starts to clear, she remembers her spells and casts Dancing Lights to better search - unfortunately she still can't find anything.
Jerrie, Illad, Amaren
The green stone you found in the monsters hoard is still in your hand, but the rest of the hoard is missing. Come to think of it, so are many of the memories of the last few days. The stone seemed pretty worthless, even if bubbles in a translucent stone are somewhat unique.
Everything is dark, though you can feel sand below your hands and knees. Sounds here are odd as if the walls are close, yet somehow far away, of course the only sounds that can be heard at all are the ragged breathing and pulsating of your own head.
dark/lowlight vision
Perception DC 13
Amarandlon reaches out and lightly touches the green film. Drawing his fingers back and examining his surroundings he holds tightly to the stone in his hand. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly pushes hard against the film, attempting to move his prison or at worst push through it so he can swim to the surface. His only thought is that he hopes he doesn't have to swim farther than he can hold his breath.
Jerrie looks around warily, inspecting his prison while trying to stay calm. He does not like enclosed spaces. He begins to push against the film, wishing he hadn't lost his dagger in tha fight with the monster...
Satisfied the sleeper is ok, Foggy turns his head to follow Kirche as she searches the cave. "Quiet are you? What are you doing?" He shivers and almos itnvoluntarily begins to look about the cave for something warmer. He casts light if the cave is too dark to see clearly.
Satisfied the sleeper is ok, Foggy turns his head to follow Kirche as she searches the cave. "Quiet are you? What are you doing?" He shivers and almos itnvoluntarily begins to look about the cave for something warmer. He casts light if the cave is too dark to see clearly.
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. I was just looking for something we could use to start a fire - I'm freezing!
By the way, my name's Kirche. What do you make of this place?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. I was just looking for something we could use to start a fire - I'm freezing!
By the way, my name's Kirche. What do you make of this place?"
"It is c-c-cold," Foggy agrees. "Some sort of cave. Looks like that's the only way out." Foggy points to the tunnel. "Shall we have a look around the bend?"
|
|
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. I was just looking for something we could use to start a fire - I'm freezing!
By the way, my name's Kirche. What do you make of this place?"
"It is c-c-cold," Foggy agrees. "Some sort of cave. Looks like that's the only way out." Foggy points to the tunnel. "Shall we have a look around the bend?"
Illad gets up, rubbing his head. He slowly walks up to the bubble and, holding onto the stone in his other hand, touchs the bubble.
The bubble stretches with the tentative touch. The film holds however as the force of the water on the outside is great enough to resist the pushing. A lot of water with a lot of pressure.
Something is moving outside the green prison. Lots of somethings actually, the water is teaming with all kinds of sea life: starfish, clown fish, urchins, anenomes, pekus, the flat, blue-and-yellow fish from the childhood stories, and many thing-less playful things--as well.
Perception DC 10:
Illad looks out into the water. "So, they're other people stuck down here as well." He attempts to lean against the bubble, thinking "How am I going to get out of here?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. I was just looking for something we could use to start a fire - I'm freezing!
By the way, my name's Kirche. What do you make of this place?"
"It is c-c-cold," Foggy agrees. "Some sort of cave. Looks like that's the only way out." Foggy points to the tunnel. "Shall we have a look around the bend?"
Kirche nods and gestures at her companion to lead the way.
Foggy walks toward the bend in the tunnel. Then sticks his head out around the corner just far enough to see what's beyond.
Unable to push through the bubble prison or even budge it, Amarandlon sits down and meditates. He saw other bubbles outside his. Hopefully whatever magics created the bubble would wear off soon or his captor would come and he could try to escape.
Jerrie calms down a bit when he notices other bubbles with people in them.
"Okay, I'm not the only one down here. Need to stay calm, there has to be a way out..."
He begins to breathe slowly, trying to stay calm as he inspects his underwater prison.
To Foggy: "I suppose it would be foolishness to ask if you're a druid? We need to warm up...I can burn things easily enough but need something that burns if we're to actually benefit from it."
To Foggy: "I suppose it would be foolishness to ask if you're a druid? We need to warm up...I can burn things easily enough but need something that burns if we're to actually benefit from it."
"It's not foolish. I just can't answer yes. Abadar the Gold-fisted may help us in need, but we must work to care for ourselves first."
A shape coalesces from the dark water. It moves with inky smoothness from prison to prison. About the size of a dwarf, the shape stretches one tendril and then another. It reaches several of the bubbles at once, and wraps them with the inky extension.
Now falling into a strange state of calm, Jerrie readies his staff and stares at the inky tentacle that encircles his prison. Despite his fighting stance and seeming calm, he is shaking...
Now falling into a strange state of calm, Jerrie readies his staff and stares at the inky tentacle that encircles his prison. Despite his fighting stance and seeming calm, he is shaking...
When the tentacle reaches the bubble its inkiness solidifies. hundreds of tiny suckers grip the bubble, flexing and unflexing in a disturbingly complicated dance.
Curiosity gets the better of Jerrie, and he walks slowly toward the membrane to watch the tentacles enwrap his bubble. He tries to remember if he has seen anything like it before...
|
|
To Foggy: "I suppose it would be foolishness to ask if you're a druid? We need to warm up...I can burn things easily enough but need something that burns if we're to actually benefit from it.""It's not foolish. I just can't answer yes. Abadar the Gold-fisted may help us in need, but we must work to care for ourselves first."
To Kirche: "It looks colder out there than in here, but there's nothing for us here. I will pray for protection from the elements from Abadar."
The halfling cleric retreats to a nook in the cave's wall and begins his prayer.
A shape coalesces from the dark water. It moves with inky smoothness from prison to prison. About the size of a dwarf, the shape stretches one tendril and then another. It reaches several of the bubbles at once, and wraps them with the inky extension.
Illad enters into a combat stance, although he does realize fighting the thing would be a futile effort.
Kirche paces restlessly back and forth through the cave in an attempt to keep herself warm, occasionally conjuring small licks of flame on her fingertips and trying to draw whatever heat she could out of them.
The tentacles squeeze slowly, but with a lot of pressure. After only a short time, one sucker, then another slips into the bubble. The viscous green film re-closes on the other side of the tentacle. When nearly four feet of the appendage is inside Jerrie remembers the name of the sea creature. Though he has previously only seen small ones in the market next to other food, the eight, suckered tentacles give it away.
"Octopus," he breathes, though no one can hear him.
Completing his prayer, Foggy stands and stretches. "Kirche, come here. Abadar has granted me two spells to protect us from the cold a while. I'll cast the first on you, but hold the other to see if he needs it more than I. Once we're protected we can explore outside. We need something to warm up and some food."
Foggy calls on Abadar and casts endure elements on Kirche.
Shortly after the first tentacle is inside the bubble, the prison shakes. It does not break, but based on the sand piling inside the wall your prison is moving toward the giant creature.
spot check dc 10
Using his longbow as a club, Amarandlon attempts to hit the body of the sea monster as it nears his bubble.
Jerrie begins to strike the tentacle, but he stops, and muses to himself aloud, "If it managed to find me down here, then there could be a way to the surface nearby. I hope I don't get killed becuase I decided to use my head..."
He waits to see if there is light filtering down from above before he starts whacking at the octupus with his quaterstaff.
Illad attempts to punch the main body as it draws near, but he hits only the bubble.
Amarandon swings his staff at the creature but has no luck. The bubble reverberates with the effort.
Jerrie looks through the bubble, but can see little beyond creature and the other bubbles near him. No specific light source can be seen, but there is a dark shape to his left, and a different dark shape to the right. Weather these are mountains or empty space can be determined before a the tentacles make a grab at the druid.
As the creature swings toward his bubble, Illad swings heavy fists that fail to connect. The bubble reverberates with the effort.
Tentacles lash at each of the trapped prisoners.
1d20+5=20, 1d20+5=24, 1d20+5=9, 1d20+5=13, 1d20+5=20, 1d20+5=6
Amarandon cringes as first one then the second tentacles slips around his arms and chest.
Jerrie fairs a little better in his bubble, twisting out of the way of the first though the second still grabs his shoulder.
Illad takes one of the tentacles to the neck, the other twitches and flails eventually slipping back out of the bubble with a slimy squelch.
The tentacles seem not to hurt, but are trying to grab a hold of the intended prey.
Barely slipping away from the creatures tentacles, Amarandlon swings his bow again like a staff, trying to strike at the creature's body outside the bubble.
"What I wouldn't give for my sword about now..."
"Well there goes that idea..."
He flies into a spinning assualt, swinging his staff at the main body...
Illad slips away from the creature's tentacle and attempts to attack it again.
Barely slipping away from the creatures tentacles, Amarandlon swings his bow again like a staff, trying to strike at the creature's body outside the bubble.
"What I wouldn't give for my sword about now..."
The thought of blade on the bubble is a little frightening, considering the amount of dark water on the other side. It distracts Amarndlon however and his attack goes wide. Jerrie connects solidly sending shivers rippling the critter and into the other bubbles. The twitching is quite similar to an attack however as tentacles pull the bubbles ever closer and continue reaching for easy prey inside.
Most go wild but Amarandlon and Illad both feel the suckers grasping at their skin.
1d20+2=17, 1d20+2=7, 1d20+2=13, 1d20+2=8, 1d20+2=17
Resist the grapple and make your turns...A=1d20+5=22, I=1d20+5=18
I will be posting less frequently, but will be reading and hope to be back to a schedule soon.
Amarandlon is suddenly grabbed by the tentacle. Struggling with all his might he attempts to escape. But to no avail.
Congrats on the good news Curaigh!
Amarandlon is suddenly grabbed by the tentacle. Struggling with all his might he attempts to escape. But to no avail.
Congrats on the good news Curaigh!
The tentacle wraps around the human. Sand drips from his feet like an hourglass draining as he is lifted into the air. The beak of the creatures leans into the bubble as it's meal gets closer....
1d20+2=17
...and scrapes through the prison's barriar causing a leak.
The puncture quickly reseals however when the beak leaves with a peice of Amarandlon that is quickly gobbled.
Jerrie