You five, Calessi, Etsuko, Korlai, Mara, and Xaza are the last of a sacred tradition. By whatever misfortune befell you, you found yourselves rescued, saved or taken in by Master Zetan at The House of Flowing Water. You were clothed, fed, educated and trained in the way of the open hand. You were trained to fight, so that you wouldn't have to fight but knowing that in this life, everyone, eventually has to fight for something. In addition to your training in the arts, both martial and creative, you were taught charity and it is that lesson that brings you to where you are now. Far to the north of The House of Flowing Water the village of Frostgreen had been under a devastating plague. As usual, the laws, authority, and royalty of man fell short in any attempts to relieve the village, if indeed any were made at all. "Thank the gods for Master Zetan and his students." That was the decree of the village elder. Eight weeks ago the five of you headed north on an ox cart pulling a trailer. You were loaded with the supplies, food and medicine to relieve Frostgreen. That mission accomplished you are now settled in the ox cart for a relaxed if long ride home, knowing that the two oxen, Po and Lo, barely need driving or guidance on the return trip. They have taken these trips many times and they always find their way back to the temple grounds.
DM: The five characters are as close as siblings. So with this first post please describe your character's appearance and personality.
The slow pace of the oxen allows Korlai to stretch his legs whenever he feels like it, which is often. Although his master has chided him in the past for wasting energy Korlai rarely sits when he can walk, walk when he can run and run when he can jump around testing himself against the challenges the land presents him with. He loves to leap from high place to high place to feel the rush of adrenalin from the risks he takes.
He is a fairly slight youth, of average height, lean and muscular but not strong, more built for agility with a boundless spirit for movement, as long as he can be free in this way there is always a smile on his face and his dark eyes twinkle mischievously. His black hair is tied back to stay out of his eyes but often a lock will fall down over his face. His tanned skin shows his love of the outdoors but his hands frequently show his other love, covered as they often are in ink.
Korlai loves to make maps, he takes great care in both the artistry and the accuracy of them, filling them with details and annotations. He is rightly proud of the quality of his work but often lets himself get a bit carried away.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Calessi sat at the front of the wagon, reigns in her hands as she let the oxen drive themselves home. She always liked being around animals, they tended to make a bit more sense to her then humans, and from where she was perched atop the seat, she could use her keen eyes to keep an eye out as they travelled.
Her dark hair, as always, was pulled back with a bandana to keep the deep curls out of her face, and little glass baubles hung from her clothes, pretty neatly attached so as they wouldnt easilly break or come off if she was to get into trouble. Her olive skin was a bit darker after several days on the road though that wasn't unusual for her, and as she set there, her flowy clothes hung off her, and a great club was attached at her hip, ready to be swung around at a moment's notice if need be.
She glanced off to the side where Korlei was walking and shook her head a little. The man never seemed to tire, and while Calessi was in shape, as the lean muscles under her loose clothes showed a little, she was liked her time she could relax.
Etsuko rides up front next to Calessi, the lesson HE learned from Master Zetan was conservation of energy...why walk when you can ride, his energy was better used for other endeavors. Etsuko had always been crafty, from learning how to survive on the streets before Master Zetan took him in, to mending and repairing things around the temple when his brothers and sisters would sometimes get too carried away with their sparring. He often volunteered his time to help the local smith when his studies afforded him free time, and that reflected in his physique. Because of the time he spends near a forge, his tunic is kept short, lightweight and sleeveless, and his hair is shorn close to his scalp but he is attempting to grow a grand fu manchu mustache like Master Zetan, sadly it has only resulted in making it look like he's got dirt on his lip for now.
This trip was a welcome escape from both the temple and from the heat of the forge, he always enjoyed these humanitarian trips.
"That's not right..." Xaza mumbles to himself in the back of the wagon. Back there, he was in his own little world. Which was quite often if he was allowed to be there. His training was hard on him, with his condition it was hard to take in all the masters had to teach him. The pain of it all centered him and helped him reach a new level of attunement with the Flowing Water. He was the stream, the raging river.
His burnt hands poured in some plant remains into his mortar and started grinding them down with his pestle. "Okay, so the mrybur flower will break down...interesting..."
The wounds that covered his hands also covered most of his body. That's what happens when a child is left in a burning building. It wasn't his parents' fault, they were murdered by an evil army, terrorizing its way through the southern lands. He wishes he could remember their faces, or if he shared his mother or father's green eyes. They were like sparkling emeralds next to an open flame.
"Korlai. KORLAI!" Xaza yells from the back of the wagon before standing up, "What region did you say these mrybur flowers came from again? I really think we need to get some more of these to help the plague victims. This paste is becoming something special! I have never seen petals break down like this, it's almost magical." He says with a smile on his half-burnt face. Even through the scars, he had a little bit of endearing charm. If only form his positive attitude alone. "When we come back, I think we may be able to help them even more! Now if I can get this stink out of the paste..."
He sat back down and started playing with some fragrances he has been extracting. These pastes did their job but were they stinky! It's the one thing that has vexed Xaza for all these years. Well, that and whatever will happen to his brother; Jeantann...
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Korlai pauses atop one of the boulders lining the road like a mountain goat. He thinks for a second before shouting back a reply. "I can't remember, check on the map, it's in the case marked III" He turns back to the trail, pauses again and shouts "wash your hands first Xaza, I dont want you dirtying up my maps". With that he is off down the trail, leaping from boulder to boulder.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Calessi couldn’t help but wince at the loud volumes her companions and friends were speaking at. Though she was used to it, having grown up around them and in truth spending every day with them for the last eight weeks it was a reflex action more then anything.
“Perhaps we could keep the noise down back there, Xaza? We don’t need to attract any unwanted attention...”
Though the path wasn’t particularly known for bandits and such, Calessi tended on occasion to be too careful, a trait that sometimes might have annoyed her companions, but that’s just who she was.
Jaa lay motionless in the cart behind the wagon an arrow notched in his short bow and a loaded light crossbow beside him, scanning constantly. The bows were not the way of Master Zetan, but it didn't distract him from his training and his little hunting excursions combined nicely with his cooking, brewing and wine making. The master did enjoy the rabbitshire stew and goose pot pies alongside a homemade gnomish style ale or an elderberry noir. Pulling one of his homemade jugs from his bag, Jaa jumps from the wagon to the cart.
"Xaza! Give this a try! BlackBerry dragon plum liqueur. It might be just the thing to mask the odor and bitterness of the mrybur flowers in your plague elixir"
Jaa calls out to Korlai, notches an arrow with an orange streamer hanging from it. He points out ahead and sends it into the air. It was amazing to watch how Korlai could move and leap to catch the flying arrow!
Jaa is small but solidly built, 5'6" 126lbs. He's only about 16 or 17 years old, he isn't sure himself. He has stringy, uncut black hair that he let's hang in front of his pale completed face as if he's always hiding from something. There are horrific things in his past that he doesn't speak of. Master Zetan said of him. "A child doesn't look into the eyes of demons and walk away unharmed." Despite the horrors behind him he has taken well to life at the temple. He is a skilled cooked, brewer and winemaker and a potter.
I planned for 5 or six players, we ended up with 5. One appears to now be a no show so I recruited my friend AstralRat who has created the character Jaa. AstralRat is a very experienced D&D player but new to play by post on Beyond.
Tomorrow morning I will post the first major game post.
If by the time everyone here has replied to tomorrow morning's game post, the absentee member does not also reply they will be removed from the campaign.
(OOC - just as an FYI I never got an update that told me there was a game thread, I just happened to look at the original post - so perhaps they didn't get one either)
At around 5 miles out, the point where the path to the temple departs the main road and enters the forest surrounding it, the oxen begin to move reluctantly at times.
At around 3 miles out Calessi notices the black smoke rising from the trees.
At 1 mile out you find two charred bodies hanging by their necks from the trees above the path with chains, their corpses so badly burned they are unidentifiable. No doubt the monks on sentry duty and not an easy match for any invader to defeat. None of the local bandit gangs would have dared to fight even one of the monks.
At the clearing to the temple the awaiting horror reveals itself. The monks, teachers, staff and a few of the nearby villagers who regularly pass through the temple grounds lie burned, charred and incinerated on the ground. The crops are scorched and the barns have burned down along with the livestock inside them. Smoke still wafts from the windows of the out buildings. At the center of the grounds stands the temple. The white stone surface of the temple is now blasted black as if beaten by many flames. As you open the temple doors you find the inside of the temple unharmed.
On the approach from the sentries to the temple grounds Korlai will look for signs of the tracks of the attackers, if there are any, trying to get a feel for how many and what type of adversary they might be dealing with.
As they approach the temple a small piece of burning debris crashes down from one of the gutted buildings, the sparks fly towards him and he reaches out allowing some to strike his open hand before clenching his fist and smothering the fire. "So much is just ash on the wind, so much learning and wisdom consumed, so much life lost. What reason could there be for this...?"
When they get to the temple he will make for the temple doors quickly, assuming that if anyone could have survived they will be sheltering in the only intact building, he will do so carefully but quickly, being ready to defend himself as he opens the doors and enters.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Jaa runs frantically around the grounds looking at each wasted building making his way to the dining hall and kitchen where he would spend so much time, he was close with the cooks.As he reaches the temple he ditches his cloak and shirt. He runs his fingers through the soot on the temple facade, gathering the black material on his finger tips. He traces three black stripes across the pale white skin of his tightly muscled chest, and three more on each side of his face. He kneels.
"Please be alive. Please be alive and if you cannot be alive grant me the strength go on without you. I swear this carnage will be avenged threefold."
Calessi stayed behind with the oxen and the cart as the others moved ahead. The animals were agitated, and she didn’t need them running off or doing something dangerous if there were more of these... whatever it was that did this around...
”Shhh, it’s ok,” she murmured comforting words to the oxen. The blood and the acrid smell of fire all around... this was no place for an animal, let alone a human. Glancing out at the devastation she knew she had to keep an eye out, not because she was not distraught but simply because someone had to...
Despite your efforts to search for clues, nothing is found. There are seemingly no signs of the attacker's approach or escape. Amid the remains of the carnage, the loss and the grief both individual and shared, you all eventually make your way into the temple somehow knowing what you'll find. Despite the burned and battered facade the inside of the temple is unharmed. The main floor of the three storied temple is a large open space, 60' x 60'. Directly opposite the double doors is an altar of candles and incense. Flowing murals of epic battles, both real and imagined adorn the walls with images of the many fighting positions and techniques you've learned through the hours spent training and sparring in this room. As much time as you spent training and sparring, you spent as much time kneeling before the altar in meditation. You climb the simple ladder to the second floor, the 30' x 30' classroom. You pass through the ring of handmade tables and benches where you spent so much time learning to read and write and study the arts. There is only one place left to go. You scale a rope through a circular opening in the ceiling into Master Zetan's personal chamber. He said that stairs and ladders encouraged laziness! Master Zetan lies dead on the floor, flat on his back, arms out stretched palms up with his fingers open. An expression of intense, strained focus locked on his face. His body is nearly frozen solid. Ice is crusted on his hands and fingers. On the walls to either side of him are formations of ice crystals.
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Calessi’s eyes widen as she sees the carnage of their former teacher, and runs over to him to check his pulse though she knows it’s fruitless, and drops her hands to the ground beside her glancing back at her companions, shaking her head to let them know. “We’re too late...” she murmeres before glancing at the ice in his hands frowning a little.
Can she make an investigation check to see if the ice is coming from him or someone else?? Or if perception add 2. 4
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Korlai slowly circles the room looking at the ice on the walls, the rest of the decoration, anywhere but at his master, eventually he turns towards Calessi.
Perception (focussing on the walls and the ice there) 10
"Ice, everything else burnt but he was frozen, it must mean something, but what? We've found no other trace of who did this, maybe Master Zetan is the clue we need? He looks like he was fighting something - did the ice imprison him or... I, I don't know.."
Korlai trails off overcome temporarily with grief.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
You five, Calessi, Etsuko, Korlai, Mara, and Xaza are the last of a sacred tradition. By whatever misfortune befell you, you found yourselves rescued, saved or taken in by Master Zetan at The House of Flowing Water. You were clothed, fed, educated and trained in the way of the open hand. You were trained to fight, so that you wouldn't have to fight but knowing that in this life, everyone, eventually has to fight for something. In addition to your training in the arts, both martial and creative, you were taught charity and it is that lesson that brings you to where you are now. Far to the north of The House of Flowing Water the village of Frostgreen had been under a devastating plague. As usual, the laws, authority, and royalty of man fell short in any attempts to relieve the village, if indeed any were made at all. "Thank the gods for Master Zetan and his students." That was the decree of the village elder. Eight weeks ago the five of you headed north on an ox cart pulling a trailer. You were loaded with the supplies, food and medicine to relieve Frostgreen. That mission accomplished you are now settled in the ox cart for a relaxed if long ride home, knowing that the two oxen, Po and Lo, barely need driving or guidance on the return trip. They have taken these trips many times and they always find their way back to the temple grounds.
DM: The five characters are as close as siblings. So with this first post please describe your character's appearance and personality.
The slow pace of the oxen allows Korlai to stretch his legs whenever he feels like it, which is often. Although his master has chided him in the past for wasting energy Korlai rarely sits when he can walk, walk when he can run and run when he can jump around testing himself against the challenges the land presents him with. He loves to leap from high place to high place to feel the rush of adrenalin from the risks he takes.
He is a fairly slight youth, of average height, lean and muscular but not strong, more built for agility with a boundless spirit for movement, as long as he can be free in this way there is always a smile on his face and his dark eyes twinkle mischievously. His black hair is tied back to stay out of his eyes but often a lock will fall down over his face. His tanned skin shows his love of the outdoors but his hands frequently show his other love, covered as they often are in ink.
Korlai loves to make maps, he takes great care in both the artistry and the accuracy of them, filling them with details and annotations. He is rightly proud of the quality of his work but often lets himself get a bit carried away.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Calessi sat at the front of the wagon, reigns in her hands as she let the oxen drive themselves home. She always liked being around animals, they tended to make a bit more sense to her then humans, and from where she was perched atop the seat, she could use her keen eyes to keep an eye out as they travelled.
Her dark hair, as always, was pulled back with a bandana to keep the deep curls out of her face, and little glass baubles hung from her clothes, pretty neatly attached so as they wouldnt easilly break or come off if she was to get into trouble. Her olive skin was a bit darker after several days on the road though that wasn't unusual for her, and as she set there, her flowy clothes hung off her, and a great club was attached at her hip, ready to be swung around at a moment's notice if need be.
She glanced off to the side where Korlei was walking and shook her head a little. The man never seemed to tire, and while Calessi was in shape, as the lean muscles under her loose clothes showed a little, she was liked her time she could relax.
Etsuko rides up front next to Calessi, the lesson HE learned from Master Zetan was conservation of energy...why walk when you can ride, his energy was better used for other endeavors. Etsuko had always been crafty, from learning how to survive on the streets before Master Zetan took him in, to mending and repairing things around the temple when his brothers and sisters would sometimes get too carried away with their sparring. He often volunteered his time to help the local smith when his studies afforded him free time, and that reflected in his physique. Because of the time he spends near a forge, his tunic is kept short, lightweight and sleeveless, and his hair is shorn close to his scalp but he is attempting to grow a grand fu manchu mustache like Master Zetan, sadly it has only resulted in making it look like he's got dirt on his lip for now.
This trip was a welcome escape from both the temple and from the heat of the forge, he always enjoyed these humanitarian trips.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
"That's not right..." Xaza mumbles to himself in the back of the wagon. Back there, he was in his own little world. Which was quite often if he was allowed to be there. His training was hard on him, with his condition it was hard to take in all the masters had to teach him. The pain of it all centered him and helped him reach a new level of attunement with the Flowing Water. He was the stream, the raging river.
His burnt hands poured in some plant remains into his mortar and started grinding them down with his pestle. "Okay, so the mrybur flower will break down...interesting..."
The wounds that covered his hands also covered most of his body. That's what happens when a child is left in a burning building. It wasn't his parents' fault, they were murdered by an evil army, terrorizing its way through the southern lands. He wishes he could remember their faces, or if he shared his mother or father's green eyes. They were like sparkling emeralds next to an open flame.
"Korlai. KORLAI!" Xaza yells from the back of the wagon before standing up, "What region did you say these mrybur flowers came from again? I really think we need to get some more of these to help the plague victims. This paste is becoming something special! I have never seen petals break down like this, it's almost magical." He says with a smile on his half-burnt face. Even through the scars, he had a little bit of endearing charm. If only form his positive attitude alone. "When we come back, I think we may be able to help them even more! Now if I can get this stink out of the paste..."
He sat back down and started playing with some fragrances he has been extracting. These pastes did their job but were they stinky! It's the one thing that has vexed Xaza for all these years. Well, that and whatever will happen to his brother; Jeantann...
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Korlai pauses atop one of the boulders lining the road like a mountain goat. He thinks for a second before shouting back a reply. "I can't remember, check on the map, it's in the case marked III" He turns back to the trail, pauses again and shouts "wash your hands first Xaza, I dont want you dirtying up my maps". With that he is off down the trail, leaping from boulder to boulder.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Calessi couldn’t help but wince at the loud volumes her companions and friends were speaking at. Though she was used to it, having grown up around them and in truth spending every day with them for the last eight weeks it was a reflex action more then anything.
“Perhaps we could keep the noise down back there, Xaza? We don’t need to attract any unwanted attention...”
Though the path wasn’t particularly known for bandits and such, Calessi tended on occasion to be too careful, a trait that sometimes might have annoyed her companions, but that’s just who she was.
Jaa lay motionless in the cart behind the wagon an arrow notched in his short bow and a loaded light crossbow beside him, scanning constantly. The bows were not the way of Master Zetan, but it didn't distract him from his training and his little hunting excursions combined nicely with his cooking, brewing and wine making. The master did enjoy the rabbitshire stew and goose pot pies alongside a homemade gnomish style ale or an elderberry noir. Pulling one of his homemade jugs from his bag, Jaa jumps from the wagon to the cart.
"Xaza! Give this a try! BlackBerry dragon plum liqueur. It might be just the thing to mask the odor and bitterness of the mrybur flowers in your plague elixir"
Jaa calls out to Korlai, notches an arrow with an orange streamer hanging from it. He points out ahead and sends it into the air. It was amazing to watch how Korlai could move and leap to catch the flying arrow!
Jaa is small but solidly built, 5'6" 126lbs. He's only about 16 or 17 years old, he isn't sure himself. He has stringy, uncut black hair that he let's hang in front of his pale completed face as if he's always hiding from something. There are horrific things in his past that he doesn't speak of. Master Zetan said of him. "A child doesn't look into the eyes of demons and walk away unharmed." Despite the horrors behind him he has taken well to life at the temple. He is a skilled cooked, brewer and winemaker and a potter.
REINCARNATED II: BASIL BARLEYCORN, LIGHTFOOT HALFLING BARD
PRINCES OF THE APOCALYPSE: ORBIS, EARTH GENASI LIFE CLERIC
ZM AstralRat's D&Z
DM NOTE
I planned for 5 or six players, we ended up with 5. One appears to now be a no show so I recruited my friend AstralRat who has created the character Jaa. AstralRat is a very experienced D&D player but new to play by post on Beyond.
Tomorrow morning I will post the first major game post.
If by the time everyone here has replied to tomorrow morning's game post, the absentee member does not also reply they will be removed from the campaign.
Thanks,
DM RON_X
(OOC - just as an FYI I never got an update that told me there was a game thread, I just happened to look at the original post - so perhaps they didn't get one either)
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
GAME POST 1
At around 5 miles out, the point where the path to the temple departs the main road and enters the forest surrounding it, the oxen begin to move reluctantly at times.
At around 3 miles out Calessi notices the black smoke rising from the trees.
At 1 mile out you find two charred bodies hanging by their necks from the trees above the path with chains, their corpses so badly burned they are unidentifiable. No doubt the monks on sentry duty and not an easy match for any invader to defeat. None of the local bandit gangs would have dared to fight even one of the monks.
At the clearing to the temple the awaiting horror reveals itself. The monks, teachers, staff and a few of the nearby villagers who regularly pass through the temple grounds lie burned, charred and incinerated on the ground. The crops are scorched and the barns have burned down along with the livestock inside them. Smoke still wafts from the windows of the out buildings. At the center of the grounds stands the temple. The white stone surface of the temple is now blasted black as if beaten by many flames. As you open the temple doors you find the inside of the temple unharmed.
As we pass the bodies hanging from the trees Etsuko will hop off the wagon, climb up and cut them down and lay them reverently upon the ground.
"Who could have done something like this? I have never seen such destruction...."
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
On the approach from the sentries to the temple grounds Korlai will look for signs of the tracks of the attackers, if there are any, trying to get a feel for how many and what type of adversary they might be dealing with.
As they approach the temple a small piece of burning debris crashes down from one of the gutted buildings, the sparks fly towards him and he reaches out allowing some to strike his open hand before clenching his fist and smothering the fire. "So much is just ash on the wind, so much learning and wisdom consumed, so much life lost. What reason could there be for this...?"
When they get to the temple he will make for the temple doors quickly, assuming that if anyone could have survived they will be sheltering in the only intact building, he will do so carefully but quickly, being ready to defend himself as he opens the doors and enters.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Jaa runs frantically around the grounds looking at each wasted building making his way to the dining hall and kitchen where he would spend so much time, he was close with the cooks.As he reaches the temple he ditches his cloak and shirt. He runs his fingers through the soot on the temple facade, gathering the black material on his finger tips. He traces three black stripes across the pale white skin of his tightly muscled chest, and three more on each side of his face. He kneels.
"Please be alive. Please be alive and if you cannot be alive grant me the strength go on without you. I swear this carnage will be avenged threefold."
Jaa enters the temple.
REINCARNATED II: BASIL BARLEYCORN, LIGHTFOOT HALFLING BARD
PRINCES OF THE APOCALYPSE: ORBIS, EARTH GENASI LIFE CLERIC
ZM AstralRat's D&Z
Calessi stayed behind with the oxen and the cart as the others moved ahead. The animals were agitated, and she didn’t need them running off or doing something dangerous if there were more of these... whatever it was that did this around...
”Shhh, it’s ok,” she murmured comforting words to the oxen. The blood and the acrid smell of fire all around... this was no place for an animal, let alone a human. Glancing out at the devastation she knew she had to keep an eye out, not because she was not distraught but simply because someone had to...
(Calessi would like to make a perception roll: 5
Etsuko will follow his brothers to the temple, hoping to find answers within.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
GAME POST #2 - The Temple and The Master
Despite your efforts to search for clues, nothing is found. There are seemingly no signs of the attacker's approach or escape. Amid the remains of the carnage, the loss and the grief both individual and shared, you all eventually make your way into the temple somehow knowing what you'll find. Despite the burned and battered facade the inside of the temple is unharmed. The main floor of the three storied temple is a large open space, 60' x 60'. Directly opposite the double doors is an altar of candles and incense. Flowing murals of epic battles, both real and imagined adorn the walls with images of the many fighting positions and techniques you've learned through the hours spent training and sparring in this room. As much time as you spent training and sparring, you spent as much time kneeling before the altar in meditation. You climb the simple ladder to the second floor, the 30' x 30' classroom. You pass through the ring of handmade tables and benches where you spent so much time learning to read and write and study the arts. There is only one place left to go. You scale a rope through a circular opening in the ceiling into Master Zetan's personal chamber. He said that stairs and ladders encouraged laziness! Master Zetan lies dead on the floor, flat on his back, arms out stretched palms up with his fingers open. An expression of intense, strained focus locked on his face. His body is nearly frozen solid. Ice is crusted on his hands and fingers. On the walls to either side of him are formations of ice crystals.
Calessi’s eyes widen as she sees the carnage of their former teacher, and runs over to him to check his pulse though she knows it’s fruitless, and drops her hands to the ground beside her glancing back at her companions, shaking her head to let them know. “We’re too late...” she murmeres before glancing at the ice in his hands frowning a little.
Can she make an investigation check to see if the ice is coming from him or someone else?? Or if perception add 2. 4
Korlai slowly circles the room looking at the ice on the walls, the rest of the decoration, anywhere but at his master, eventually he turns towards Calessi.
Perception (focussing on the walls and the ice there) 10
"Ice, everything else burnt but he was frozen, it must mean something, but what? We've found no other trace of who did this, maybe Master Zetan is the clue we need? He looks like he was fighting something - did the ice imprison him or... I, I don't know.."
Korlai trails off overcome temporarily with grief.
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Etsuko slumps in the corner and just stares at Master Zetan.....
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