As Varth comes to his senses, he feels embarrassed and ashamed at what just transpired.
"I-I... I'm terrobly sorry for that... display. I don't know what came over me. I felt fine just a moment ago. I normally can handle myself quite well."
Ugg chuckled at the sudden vomit storm and then growled low at the insult to his companion. His hand gripping handle of his mace at his side since his sword was safely in its sheath on his back.
"I'm guessing you've never gotten sick magic man?"
He said to the newcomer.
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Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
“Oh, ho ho, keep calm my fellows...don’t want to start no trouble with this mage, we’ve been sent to help after all!” Hamhock states cheerily as he steps between Ugg and the newcomer arm extended in either direction in an attempt to prevent a quarrel.
He is dressed in black robes with crimson lining and several arcane symbols embroidered upon the luxuriant fabric. The sorcerer briskly walks towards the tomb, closely examines its surface, casts and eye upon everyone currently investigating it, and reaches for the book Korvex has on the ground.
After several minutes of consulting the book, he says: "I have determined the tomb unsafe! All further excavation should cease immediately. In fact, the laborers should re-bury the tomb before it's too late. There are secrets older than our world, even older than the universe itself. I can tell you the tomb's metal is not from this planet, and the runes forged upon its surface speak of forbidden lore that may lead us into a new dark age. Though I am tempted to plumb its depths, I believe the vast power within the tomb may be too monstrous, alien, and restless for mankind to utilize. One should not tread lightly within the sepulcher of Q'uavazroomth Hoorek'na."
Korvex looks shocked, and rebukes his brother. The nobles gathered are easily convinced that Zirnakanan's assessment cannot be trusted. Timond speaks his mind and advises patience and discretion. Thorvil is curious, but hesitant. After a brief heated debate..
...the excavation continues as planned. Zirnakanan stays from a safe distance and watches the continuing excavation, letting you all do what you wish.
As you all look at the door, which is made of a strange metal, you noticed more runes on it. "You will need human blood to open the door!" Zirnakanan yells out.
Judas to our group: “Perhaps we should quickly return back to the mitigated body we discovered shortly before we arrived at the excavation site, and collect some blood from the body?”
“Honestly it seems all we have to do is have a human cut their thumb and smear it on the door, at least from the way he said it. I’d do it but you know... Satyr.” He finishes weakly, from his tone you pick up that’d he’d probably not do it if he was a human.
“Hmmm, Phil does have a good point, it may take but a drop, I’ve an idea!” exclaims Hamhock as he rushes back to where the nobles are congregated.
“My dearest lieges! What wonders do you suppose await the brave behind this door? Silver, gold, jewels... ancient yeast strains that could be used to bring us back glory from the past? We need but a drop of human blood to open this door and unleash its wonders... can you genetleman lend us your assistance?”
Muttering to himself, “Bahh, nobles.. they’re all the same and to think, I gave this lot me flask of brandy... it had the best notes of biscuit it did!.. got the recipe from my grandmarm I did!” as Hamhock approaches Zirn and says “Say now, what more can you tell me about this door, just how much blood may we be needn’ to open it?”
Ham: Zirnakanan mentions to you that "a decent amount" would do, like cutting your palm and wiping it on the door to the tomb, would do nicely.
Varth: The name of the dead god does not bring up anything, as if history has no recollection of anything, or it's too old beyond written recordings.
"If you cannot find a way to get some blood," He says, "I have an idea...." He grabs one of the younger female laborers and starts dragging her towards the tomb with a dagger in his hand. At the tomb door - he lifts her arm up and holds the dagger across the veins at her wrist, and waits. "We could...do it THIS way...?"
Horrified, Hamhock yells, “No, no don’t force her! .. Let me talk to her!”
Hamhock says to the worker, “I am sorry about that me dear, please don’t be afraid! Would ye like to help us? We just need a small amount of blood, ol’ Hamhock could offer ye some food in return to help ye regain yer strength and hows about 3 gold fer yer troubles?”
She is shaken, and afraid, but your persuasion is barely enough to convince her to assist you, and accept your offer. The entire crowd of people watch you as you come up with an alternative to open the metal door of the tomb.
Standing there watching the whole thing with a sense of shock, a deep dislike for the newly arrived cleric continued to grow in Ugg. Already he could see Zirnakanan's skull being crushed by his mace. The growl deep in his throat got deeper and then he spoke softly for Hamhock to hear but not the priest. "If you don't make him stop threatening that girl I will.... Permanently!"
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Having cast the fog, Hamhock turns his attention to the crowd exclaiming, “Zirn has displeased the temple! Look as even now the temple sends a fog to envelope him! The temple does not trust this black mage, or his actions, my fellows and I must be the ones to aid in opening the door! We need but to cut the hand of one human and smear a small amount of drop upon it and all of your hard labor will pay off! Imagine the riches that will flow into the city once the doors are open! Imagine the endless flow of mead, wine, and beer that could be yours! It but awaits one volunteer from your ranks who will be hailed a hero once they have completed their deed!”
The crowd looks at you completely motionless. You can literally hear the crickets chirping as you finish your speech, hands up in the air, waiting for a thunderous reaction. You hold yourself there waiting for something, anything, but the silence you hear from everyone is deafening. You feel a breeze. You look down and realize your britches had fallen to your ankles during your lecture.
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(I'll update soon, my boss is micromanaging me today.)
As Varth comes to his senses, he feels embarrassed and ashamed at what just transpired.
"I-I... I'm terrobly sorry for that... display. I don't know what came over me. I felt fine just a moment ago. I normally can handle myself quite well."
Ugg chuckled at the sudden vomit storm and then growled low at the insult to his companion. His hand gripping handle of his mace at his side since his sword was safely in its sheath on his back.
"I'm guessing you've never gotten sick magic man?"
He said to the newcomer.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
“Oh, ho ho, keep calm my fellows...don’t want to start no trouble with this mage, we’ve been sent to help after all!” Hamhock states cheerily as he steps between Ugg and the newcomer arm extended in either direction in an attempt to prevent a quarrel.
ZIRNAKANA APPROACHES
Korvex's brother arrives.
He is dressed in black robes with crimson lining and several arcane symbols embroidered upon the luxuriant fabric. The sorcerer briskly walks towards the tomb, closely examines its surface, casts and eye upon everyone currently investigating it, and reaches for the book Korvex has on the ground.
After several minutes of consulting the book, he says: "I have determined the tomb unsafe! All further excavation should cease immediately. In fact, the laborers should re-bury the tomb before it's too late. There are secrets older than our world, even older than the universe itself. I can tell you the tomb's metal is not from this planet, and the runes forged upon its surface speak of forbidden lore that may lead us into a new dark age. Though I am tempted to plumb its depths, I believe the vast power within the tomb may be too monstrous, alien, and restless for mankind to utilize. One should not tread lightly within the sepulcher of Q'uavazroomth Hoorek'na."
Korvex looks shocked, and rebukes his brother. The nobles gathered are easily convinced that Zirnakanan's assessment cannot be trusted. Timond speaks his mind and advises patience and discretion. Thorvil is curious, but hesitant. After a brief heated debate..
...the excavation continues as planned. Zirnakanan stays from a safe distance and watches the continuing excavation, letting you all do what you wish.
As you all look at the door, which is made of a strange metal, you noticed more runes on it. "You will need human blood to open the door!" Zirnakanan yells out.
Judas to our group: “Perhaps we should quickly return back to the mitigated body we discovered shortly before we arrived at the excavation site, and collect some blood from the body?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
“Honestly it seems all we have to do is have a human cut their thumb and smear it on the door, at least from the way he said it. I’d do it but you know... Satyr.” He finishes weakly, from his tone you pick up that’d he’d probably not do it if he was a human.
“Hmmm, Phil does have a good point, it may take but a drop, I’ve an idea!” exclaims Hamhock as he rushes back to where the nobles are congregated.
“My dearest lieges! What wonders do you suppose await the brave behind this door? Silver, gold, jewels... ancient yeast strains that could be used to bring us back glory from the past? We need but a drop of human blood to open this door and unleash its wonders... can you genetleman lend us your assistance?”
Persuasion: 1
With a roll like that, you couldnt even convince your loving grandmother to bake you cookies right now.
Muttering to himself, “Bahh, nobles.. they’re all the same and to think, I gave this lot me flask of brandy... it had the best notes of biscuit it did!.. got the recipe from my grandmarm I did!” as Hamhock approaches Zirn and says “Say now, what more can you tell me about this door, just how much blood may we be needn’ to open it?”
Investigation: 17
Varth tries to figure out if he has heard of the name that Zirn said. Perhaps he had read it from a book somewhere?
INT check: 19
Ham: Zirnakanan mentions to you that "a decent amount" would do, like cutting your palm and wiping it on the door to the tomb, would do nicely.
Varth: The name of the dead god does not bring up anything, as if history has no recollection of anything, or it's too old beyond written recordings.
"If you cannot find a way to get some blood," He says, "I have an idea...." He grabs one of the younger female laborers and starts dragging her towards the tomb with a dagger in his hand. At the tomb door - he lifts her arm up and holds the dagger across the veins at her wrist, and waits. "We could...do it THIS way...?"
Horrified, Hamhock yells, “No, no don’t force her! .. Let me talk to her!”
Hamhock says to the worker, “I am sorry about that me dear, please don’t be afraid! Would ye like to help us? We just need a small amount of blood, ol’ Hamhock could offer ye some food in return to help ye regain yer strength and hows about 3 gold fer yer troubles?”
Persuasion: 10
You just saved that young lady's life.
She is shaken, and afraid, but your persuasion is barely enough to convince her to assist you, and accept your offer. The entire crowd of people watch you as you come up with an alternative to open the metal door of the tomb.
State your alternative. You are in control.
Standing there watching the whole thing with a sense of shock, a deep dislike for the newly arrived cleric continued to grow in Ugg. Already he could see Zirnakanan's skull being crushed by his mace. The growl deep in his throat got deeper and then he spoke softly for Hamhock to hear but not the priest. "If you don't make him stop threatening that girl I will.... Permanently!"
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Zirnakanan impatiently awaits an alternative, releasing the young woman.
Hamhock sighs deeply and whispers to Ugg, “Normally, ol’ Hamhock dosnt condone this... but, this priest has crossed a line, Ugg follow me lead...”
Hamhock casts Fog Cloud around Zirn hiding him from the crowds view...
Keep in mind, all actions have consequences, just like in real life =P
Having cast the fog, Hamhock turns his attention to the crowd exclaiming, “Zirn has displeased the temple! Look as even now the temple sends a fog to envelope him! The temple does not trust this black mage, or his actions, my fellows and I must be the ones to aid in opening the door! We need but to cut the hand of one human and smear a small amount of drop upon it and all of your hard labor will pay off! Imagine the riches that will flow into the city once the doors are open! Imagine the endless flow of mead, wine, and beer that could be yours! It but awaits one volunteer from your ranks who will be hailed a hero once they have completed their deed!”
Performance: 7
The crowd looks at you completely motionless. You can literally hear the crickets chirping as you finish your speech, hands up in the air, waiting for a thunderous reaction. You hold yourself there waiting for something, anything, but the silence you hear from everyone is deafening. You feel a breeze. You look down and realize your britches had fallen to your ankles during your lecture.