The Amber family, or D'amberville as they we originally known, were dissipated nobility who came to more than dabble in the forbidden black magic of the dark elder gods. Banished and cursed, the family, along with their castle now drift the planes, in an ever deepening madness. The castle, as twisted as the family itself, seems to draw heroes from the realms it passes near.
The castle's travels have recently brought it near Faerun. Across a thinning of the planes, the power of the curse has extended and culled new participants in the perversions of Castle Amber.
Trapped in the mysterious Castle Amber, you find yourself cut off from the world you know. The castle is fraught with peril. Members of the strange Amber family, some insane, some merely deadly, lurk around every corner. Somewhere in the castle is the key to your escape, but can you survive long enough to find it?
A Human monk, a Halfling cleric and a Human barbarian, all males, stand confused and startled in the foyer of an ornate mansion as an amber fog hovers about them.
As this mist begins to recede and disappear into the walls, it reveals three more adventurers standing equally confused: a female human bard, an agile female Tabaxi in a cloak and a male High-elven ranger.
A freshly swept carpet depicting gruesome images of death graces the floor. The walls are decorated with bright colorful tapestries. Brass candelabras line the entranceway. They show signs of having been recently polished and are filled with candles. The only other sound is a rich but quiet 'tick' - - -'tock' sound which seems to come from the castle itself.
The six adventures stand warily eyeing one another.
“Oy, what’s all this then?” A large brute of a man asks as he is quickly shoving items (possibly coins) into different pockets. He stands roughly 6’ 3” tall and 225 pounds. His hair is matted and damp, the result of humidity and exertion. His face is damaged, with a nose that barely protrudes from his face. The obvious bruising and swelling around his eyes and cheeks are telltale signs that he is a brawler.
His clothes are in better condition than the wearer. Fine traveling clothes for someone who appears to be no more than a thug. A warhammer dangles from a loop on his hip and a shield is strapped to his back. There is no sign of armor under his garments. He carries a backpack along with a sack that is attached to it. As he shuffles through different pockets, the muffled sounds of glass bottles clinking can be heard coming from the sack.
”Who are you all? How did you bring me here?” He asks in a tone not threatened or threatening, more annoyed than anything else.
Veil lets out a very feline growl as her ears flatten to her head. She glares all around, tail twitching in agitation. “Where in all of the nine hells are we now?” She says, her eyes landing on the three strangers. She nearly blames them for this, but notices that they look as surprised as she likely did. If there is a window nearby she will go over to it and look outside.
¨bah, i was jus settin up camp, m lucky i didnt lose all me stuff¨ the halfling grumbles kneeling on the ground and rolling up a bedroll before securing it to his pack.
¨an who d´you think you are?¨ he asks the others straightening up ¨m perner kettlewhistle, blessed of water, and adventurer ¨
¨whaddaya mean ́bring ye here´ none of us brought ye here, i certainly didnt and these people are all lookin around like theyve never been cursed afore¨ he asks the barbarian belligerently while strapping on his shield.
perner is short, even for a halfling, at 2´ 8¨ and is armored in chain mail, a tower shield, and armored boots and helm, all made of blue steel. on his back are strapped two short spears, about two foot long each with another almost a foot of steel blade on the end. on his belt sit two large pouches.
on the ground beside him sits a large pack almost as tall as he is with a bedroll on the top and a rope and several sacks strapped to the sides.
perner starts rapidly opening each of the sacks before closing them then rifling through his backs and finally glancing in each of his pouches.
anyone watching carefully would see that one pouches is full of vials, some empty and some full of different colored liquids.and the other holds random bits and bobs.
sighing deeply perner waits for something further to happen
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Veil runs to a window near where her group appeared. Outside she sees a brief court of marble which is then engulfed beyond by an impenetrable gray mist. It looks like the mist surrounds the castle as far as she can see.
"Well, wherever this is, it doesn't look like we are in Waterdeep any longer." Veil says as she turns backk from the window. She glances over to the strangers. "Who might you all be?" She asks with a somewhat friendly, at least for her, smile in their general direction. "I am Veiled Wind, called Veil normally." She gives a bit of a bow and waits for introductions from the strangers.
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"Well, Perner is it, where were you at when you were transported here?" Veil asks with a raised eyebrow. She has auburn-colored fur covering any exposed areas of her body. She wears a cloak with a knee-length tunic under it, the tunic belted at her waist. Attached to that belt is a component pouch.
"The woods somewhere, I was just setting up camp." He points to her component pouch "spellcaster?" He asks "what type?"
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¨bah, i was jus settin up camp, m lucky i didnt lose all me stuff¨ the halfling grumbles kneeling on the ground and rolling up a bedroll before securing it to his pack.
¨an who d´you think you are?¨ he asks the others straightening up ¨m perner kettlewhistle, blessed of water, and adventurer ¨
¨whaddaya mean ́bring ye here´ none of us brought ye here, i certainly didnt and these people are all lookin around like theyve never been cursed afore¨ he asks the barbarian belligerently while strapping on his shield.
“Don’t be takin’ offense, master Perner. I’d say things er lookin’ up. At least one of us is blessed.” Vinny chuckles slightly at his quip.
“My name’s Vincent but I prefer Vinny, if it’s all the same. Looks like we’re gonna have to work together to get arselves back where we belong.”
Veil frowns, glancing down at her component pouch. "Do you mean how do I come by my magic?" She asked, glancing back up at the halfling. "It is just part of me." She continues with a shrug. "The magic comes from within me, there is no need to study to learn the things I can do; they just happen."
"alright, m always happy ta have backup, in that case well have ta share about our skills, ill go first" he turns to veil, "lets discuss magic another time"
"im blessed by the waters, ive got healin magic and a rottin poke, i poke em an they rot. kinda similar to a priest. also im trained in armed combat but m not great at it"
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“Well, as y’all have probably guessed, I hit things until they don’t need hittin’ no more. That, and I don’t feel pain liken most. I kin keep swingin’ when most others are sleepin’ it off.” Vinny nods to himself and thinks. “Oh yeah, I kin also pick a lock or two and have the tools to boot.” He points his thumb over his shoulder indicating he’s carrying the implements in his backpack.
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Bran stands up from where he was seated on the floor and calmly looks over to the others. He leans his tall, slender frame against a walking stick. “It appears we were all brought here against our will, wherever here is. But for what purpose?” He is clad in simple traveling clothes and a light gray tunic. A sword hangs from a belt around his waist and a longbow and quiver hangs alongside a pack on his back. “I am Bran, a humble servant of Ilmater, at your service. Shall we search for a way out, or wait for our hosts to come greet us?” Bran looks around the room, trying to determine if there are any exits.
There are ornate double entrance doors along the south wall and another set of impressive carved interior double doors at the west end of the north wall. The eastern and western walls have windows in them against which the gray mist billows outside.
"hmm" perner paces for a moment before opening his water skin and dabbing a little water on each of his eyes then sitting down on the ground eyes closed.
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A stunningly beautiful blonde girl of about 5’ in height is looking around the area and at you all in wonder. She has apparently some elvish ancestry from a sharpness to her ears and features. She’s dressed fashionably in a green cloak with delicate embroidery of leaves and flowers, a lute and backpack on her back, and a rapier by her side. She takes a breath and says. “Yes, I guess we’re not in waterdeep anymore. I’m Zera.. the incredible is my performing name, but you can just call me Zera. Nice to meet you all… well those I don’t know already..”she smiles at her friends from Waterdeep.
perners eyes open momentarily "thats two of you now" his eyes close once more
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(OOC: slight change to Veil's description with the new inventory...) Veil is of the cat-folk, a Tabaxi with auburn fur. She wears a richly-appointed cloak over a tunic of the finest quality. A belt holds her tunic at her waist, the belt decorated with runic symbols. On the belt hang a component pouch, a case for crossbow bolts, and another large pouch. Across her back she carries a backpack. The backpack has a light crossbow, a bedroll, and a lantern hanging from it. She carries a quarterstaff in her hand, using it as a walking staff as she moves around the chamber. Daggers can be seen tucked here and there about her person.
"What do you think?" She asks as she looks from the seated halfling, not quite certain what he is up to. "Shall we simply see if we can leave, or do we move inside further - seeing if we can find our hosts?" She turns her emerald eyes from the entrance doors to the doors leading into this place further. "I, for one, would like to learn exactly why I was brought here, so I am for checking this place out further..."
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The Amber family, or D'amberville as they we originally known, were dissipated nobility who came to more than dabble in the forbidden black magic of the dark elder gods. Banished and cursed, the family, along with their castle now drift the planes, in an ever deepening madness. The castle, as twisted as the family itself, seems to draw heroes from the realms it passes near.
The castle's travels have recently brought it near Faerun. Across a thinning of the planes, the power of the curse has extended and culled new participants in the perversions of Castle Amber.
Trapped in the mysterious Castle Amber, you find yourself cut off from the world you know. The castle is fraught with peril. Members of the strange Amber family, some insane, some merely deadly, lurk around every corner. Somewhere in the castle is the key to your escape, but can you survive long enough to find it?
Jhaartael - Circle of Light Team 3, Season 1 | GM - PF2e Adventure set in the Forgotten Realms
A Human monk, a Halfling cleric and a Human barbarian, all males, stand confused and startled in the foyer of an ornate mansion as an amber fog hovers about them.
As this mist begins to recede and disappear into the walls, it reveals three more adventurers standing equally confused: a female human bard, an agile female Tabaxi in a cloak and a male High-elven ranger.
A freshly swept carpet depicting gruesome images of death graces the floor. The walls are decorated with bright colorful tapestries. Brass candelabras line the entranceway. They show signs of having been recently polished and are filled with candles. The only other sound is a rich but quiet 'tick' - - -'tock' sound which seems to come from the castle itself.
The six adventures stand warily eyeing one another.
Jhaartael - Circle of Light Team 3, Season 1 | GM - PF2e Adventure set in the Forgotten Realms
“Oy, what’s all this then?” A large brute of a man asks as he is quickly shoving items (possibly coins) into different pockets. He stands roughly 6’ 3” tall and 225 pounds. His hair is matted and damp, the result of humidity and exertion. His face is damaged, with a nose that barely protrudes from his face. The obvious bruising and swelling around his eyes and cheeks are telltale signs that he is a brawler.
His clothes are in better condition than the wearer. Fine traveling clothes for someone who appears to be no more than a thug. A warhammer dangles from a loop on his hip and a shield is strapped to his back. There is no sign of armor under his garments. He carries a backpack along with a sack that is attached to it. As he shuffles through different pockets, the muffled sounds of glass bottles clinking can be heard coming from the sack.
”Who are you all? How did you bring me here?” He asks in a tone not threatened or threatening, more annoyed than anything else.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
¨bah, i was jus settin up camp, m lucky i didnt lose all me stuff¨ the halfling grumbles kneeling on the ground and rolling up a bedroll before securing it to his pack.
¨an who d´you think you are?¨ he asks the others straightening up ¨m perner kettlewhistle, blessed of water, and adventurer ¨
¨whaddaya mean ́bring ye here´ none of us brought ye here, i certainly didnt and these people are all lookin around like theyve never been cursed afore¨ he asks the barbarian belligerently while strapping on his shield.
perner is short, even for a halfling, at 2´ 8¨ and is armored in chain mail, a tower shield, and armored boots and helm, all made of blue steel. on his back are strapped two short spears, about two foot long each with another almost a foot of steel blade on the end. on his belt sit two large pouches.
on the ground beside him sits a large pack almost as tall as he is with a bedroll on the top and a rope and several sacks strapped to the sides.
perner starts rapidly opening each of the sacks before closing them then rifling through his backs and finally glancing in each of his pouches.
anyone watching carefully would see that one pouches is full of vials, some empty and some full of different colored liquids.and the other holds random bits and bobs.
sighing deeply perner waits for something further to happen
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Veil runs to a window near where her group appeared. Outside she sees a brief court of marble which is then engulfed beyond by an impenetrable gray mist. It looks like the mist surrounds the castle as far as she can see.
Jhaartael - Circle of Light Team 3, Season 1 | GM - PF2e Adventure set in the Forgotten Realms
"Well, wherever this is, it doesn't look like we are in Waterdeep any longer." Veil says as she turns backk from the window. She glances over to the strangers. "Who might you all be?" She asks with a somewhat friendly, at least for her, smile in their general direction. "I am Veiled Wind, called Veil normally." She gives a bit of a bow and waits for introductions from the strangers.
"Waterdeep? Well at least we know we weren't all grabbed from th' same place, tha´s a clue at least"
¨you three seem ta know eachother, any hints why weve been grabbed, also if anyone's injured raise yer hands¨
he looks around ¨sheesh everyone of yer´s tall folk¨
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"Well, Perner is it, where were you at when you were transported here?" Veil asks with a raised eyebrow. She has auburn-colored fur covering any exposed areas of her body. She wears a cloak with a knee-length tunic under it, the tunic belted at her waist. Attached to that belt is a component pouch.
"The woods somewhere, I was just setting up camp." He points to her component pouch "spellcaster?" He asks "what type?"
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“Don’t be takin’ offense, master Perner. I’d say things er lookin’ up. At least one of us is blessed.” Vinny chuckles slightly at his quip.
“My name’s Vincent but I prefer Vinny, if it’s all the same. Looks like we’re gonna have to work together to get arselves back where we belong.”
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Veil frowns, glancing down at her component pouch. "Do you mean how do I come by my magic?" She asked, glancing back up at the halfling. "It is just part of me." She continues with a shrug. "The magic comes from within me, there is no need to study to learn the things I can do; they just happen."
(OOC: Veil is a Wild Magic Sorcerer.)
"alright, m always happy ta have backup, in that case well have ta share about our skills, ill go first" he turns to veil, "lets discuss magic another time"
"im blessed by the waters, ive got healin magic and a rottin poke, i poke em an they rot. kinda similar to a priest. also im trained in armed combat but m not great at it"
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
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“Well, as y’all have probably guessed, I hit things until they don’t need hittin’ no more. That, and I don’t feel pain liken most. I kin keep swingin’ when most others are sleepin’ it off.” Vinny nods to himself and thinks. “Oh yeah, I kin also pick a lock or two and have the tools to boot.” He points his thumb over his shoulder indicating he’s carrying the implements in his backpack.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Bran stands up from where he was seated on the floor and calmly looks over to the others. He leans his tall, slender frame against a walking stick. “It appears we were all brought here against our will, wherever here is. But for what purpose?” He is clad in simple traveling clothes and a light gray tunic. A sword hangs from a belt around his waist and a longbow and quiver hangs alongside a pack on his back. “I am Bran, a humble servant of Ilmater, at your service. Shall we search for a way out, or wait for our hosts to come greet us?” Bran looks around the room, trying to determine if there are any exits.
Perception: 23 (Passive:14)
There are ornate double entrance doors along the south wall and another set of impressive carved interior double doors at the west end of the north wall. The eastern and western walls have windows in them against which the gray mist billows outside.
Jhaartael - Circle of Light Team 3, Season 1 | GM - PF2e Adventure set in the Forgotten Realms
"hmm" perner paces for a moment before opening his water skin and dabbing a little water on each of his eyes then sitting down on the ground eyes closed.
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A stunningly beautiful blonde girl of about 5’ in height is looking around the area and at you all in wonder. She has apparently some elvish ancestry from a sharpness to her ears and features. She’s dressed fashionably in a green cloak with delicate embroidery of leaves and flowers, a lute and backpack on her back, and a rapier by her side. She takes a breath and says. “Yes, I guess we’re not in waterdeep anymore. I’m Zera.. the incredible is my performing name, but you can just call me Zera. Nice to meet you all… well those I don’t know already..”she smiles at her friends from Waterdeep.
perners eyes open momentarily "thats two of you now" his eyes close once more
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
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(OOC: slight change to Veil's description with the new inventory...)
Veil is of the cat-folk, a Tabaxi with auburn fur. She wears a richly-appointed cloak over a tunic of the finest quality. A belt holds her tunic at her waist, the belt decorated with runic symbols. On the belt hang a component pouch, a case for crossbow bolts, and another large pouch. Across her back she carries a backpack. The backpack has a light crossbow, a bedroll, and a lantern hanging from it. She carries a quarterstaff in her hand, using it as a walking staff as she moves around the chamber. Daggers can be seen tucked here and there about her person.
"What do you think?" She asks as she looks from the seated halfling, not quite certain what he is up to. "Shall we simply see if we can leave, or do we move inside further - seeing if we can find our hosts?" She turns her emerald eyes from the entrance doors to the doors leading into this place further. "I, for one, would like to learn exactly why I was brought here, so I am for checking this place out further..."