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Kasandra watched in shock as the elf strolled past her and casually walked into the debris strewn killing field as if he were visiting the neighbors. She quickly recovered as he started to sink. Quickly judging the distance, she realized he was too far away for her to throw him her rope. She dropped her weapons and began to prepare her rope. She studied the ground in front of her in order to judge the exact point where the mire began so that she might approach closer.
Xorin winces slightly upon seeing the other elf start to sink. Before taking a step he casts mage armor on himself and then approaches behind Kasandra and Corvus though not moving beyond them. Seeing Kasandra seems to be taking action on that he takes a second to look toward the thing flying ahead of them to try and judge what it is while also commenting, "I have more rope if you need it."
Perception: 10
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Ayrlin struggles and sinks further. Kasandra, Grigor, and Corvus move to aid him.
The conflicting sensations that Ayrlin was experiencing were too much for the glamour over the Killing field.
Before the collective eyes of the party the scene before then shimmers and the dry empty packed earth morphs into a foul bog.
Kasandras' primal senses allow her to navigate the treacherous ground with ease, and bring a rope to throw to Ayrlin. Together the rest of his companions managed to pull him out of the cold grip of the marshy ground.
As the The fighter and cleric extricate the rogue from his predicament, the two wizards study the flying creature.
It is far off, miles perhaps, but rapidly approaches. As the creature nears, at an alarming rate, they determine that it has large bat like wings, and a long snaking tail.
"That thing, whatever it is, is coming toward us pretty quickly." Xorin says as he takes stock of his surroundings, seeing if there is anything resembling cover around them.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"Thank you!" says the elf to his companions. "That was a dirty trick if you ask me. Look at my clothes!!"
He looks up when Xorin says that. "It must be me. I stink from miles now... " he says and moves his hands over his wet and mud covered body. (Cast Prestidigitation to clean himself) "Now.. must better! Shouldn't we look for cover under the trees? If there is still trees back there... " he adds tutning back to the spot they were before.
"You're welcome," Kasandra replies to the elf, "but that was foolish. Even if this was just an ordinary monstrous fortification with a field of bones and debris in front of it, it would be unwise to just walk straight through it. Add in the fact that it is also clearly a magical and complex death trap that have lead entire armies to their doom, and what you did was just asking for an early grave. I am glad the fear of death does not give you pause, but you're imprudence could have cost you your life and possibly ours as well. Please be more cautious or I may not risk the effort to save you next time." There was a time and place for laughing in the face of death, but courting it simply for entertainment was suicide.
Done admonishing the elf, Kasandra stows her rope, retrieves her weapons and turns her attention to the next emergency. Noting the approach of the flying creature, she assess the terrain for a likely spot to provide cover and concealment from above.
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Braddik stows his notebook and prepares for the unwelcoming committee as it flies ever closer. Peering at the creature, he tries to discern if it is alone.
Perception Check: 8
Question for Mystic GM:
Does the flying beast have a rider?
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"The mongoose blew out its candle and was asleep in bed before the room went dark." —Llanowar fable
Returning to the trees which are thankfully there still, you look for good places to provide cover form aerial attack. Although the woods are light and the trees widely spaced you see a clump a few hundred feet away that would conceal you all.
The flying creature approaches rapidly growing in size as it does. It’s movement seems erratic and unnatural. You would guess that is was about two or three times the size of a horse with a wingspan about half again as big. The sunlight seems to glint of parts of it and soon you hear strange squeaking, creaking, sounds mixed with the labour of its flapping wings.
As it nears the wall you see that it has a rider, a small one. A goblin, in what looks to be a mockery of knights armour, sits on a saddle strapped high on the creatures back. It is holding a lance in its gauntleted fist and is peddling furiously.
He seems to be riding a mechanical flying creature. Somewhat like a wyvern in form, and seeming held together with wire, leather and metal pins.
The Goblin knight and his bizarre mount descend to land on the wall barely one hundred feet from your cover. He blows an ornate silver decorated hunting horn, and unrolls a parchment and begins to read aloud.
“Brave adventurers, my master welcomes you!
He welcomes the diversion of your pitiful attempts to breech his fortress and thwart his will.
He welcomes the distraction from ruling over his wretched subjects, who loyal, are also stupid and dull.”
The knight pauses and moves the scroll back and forth as if he was not sure he was reading it correctly. He then lifts his visor and his face screws up in anger.
“Hmppf!”
Reading the scroll again.
“He continues, Turn back now if you value your lives and your honour. What lies before you is hardship, troubles uncounted, and sights and sounds that will destroy your minds.
Let sleeping babes lie and old men die, a bargain has been struck!’
He rolls up the parchment and looks around and says,
Braddik steps forward and addresses the goblin knight on his makeshift wyrm. "Tell your master that we come petitioning a grievance from a nobel he has dealt unfairly with and we will be along to discuss the matter with him in due time."
EDIT for voice text color. No Mystic GM question at this time.
Kasandra moves with Braddik, her posture loose, but ready. She keeps her quiet as he speaks to the goblin, her talents lie in warfare, not diplomacy. It seems she will soon put her talents to good use.
Grigor remains hidden under his cover and watches the conversation from a safe distance. Ready to attack, though, if anything should happen. He seems satisfied with Braddik's answer.
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--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
Ayrlin gets out and makes a reverence to the goblin:
”My good Sire. Please assure your noble king that we would rather prefer to enjoy one feast at Moon’s Willow Inn than endure the multiple dangers that awaits for us ahead. But we are nothing but humble servants. Both of the Baron who sent us here full of sorrow and repentance, and of your mighty King, who surely deserves the amusing of seeing us try to beat his Labyrinth. Please brave Rider of the Mechanical Horror, do us a favor and send this message to your King, Let us in into the Labyrinth. Long years had passed since he had the opportunity to test its horrible defenses and foul magics. We are no threath to it or him, but at least we can entertain him for a while. Let’s play a game. Us against all your might and all your intelligence. Let us wonder in what horrors that lie ahead and be witness of His magnificiency so we all can tell everyone across the realm of it. “
Persuasion: 11 (have the same on Deception if it’s better suited)
Question: Does the mechanical wyvern a “swicht off button?” Perception:9 or investigation 20 if needed
Xorin listens from behind a bit of cover to Braddik then looks out at the rider, then around the rider to see if others were also coming. Then he raises an eyebrow at Ayrlin as he does his bit, glancing over at Grigor and giving him a slight shrug. "Maybe it works"
Any others riders look to be coming?
Perception: 6
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
The Goblin Knight listens to the words of Braddik and Ayrlin, scratching his long crooked nose the entire time.
Xorin keeps his eyes on the sky looking for any new knights or further threats and sees none.
For Ayrlin:
As you speak you look carefully at the mechanical mount of the knight. It seems to be entirely powered, at least as best you can tell form this distance, by the efforts of the goblin peddling.
There seem to be a bunch of levers that can be operated by one hand on the saddle. You are not sure if it has a plain on/off switch, but there are quite a few levers so it may do some things you have not seen yet.
Ayrlin finishes his eloquent address and the goblin sits for a few short moments considering the words he has heard.
Then he stands in his ‘saddle’ and says, ”The challenge has been accepted!”
He then raises the ornate silver chased horn to his lips again and two short sharp blasts sound from it.
As the last note sounds the ground begins to shake. Stones rise from the bed of the mire forming a wet and muddy causeway to the wall of the labyrinth, which as you watch cracks open down some invisible seem in the masonry. Two great panels swing out and a 20 foot wide gate stands open.
He then looks at those of the company that are visible and salutes.
“You seem to posses some culture and honour, should we meet again I look forward to crossing arms with you and meeting as fellows on the field of battle!.”
He begins to flick several of the levers in the saddle and smiles,
“I would wish you luck, but that would be counter to my masters wishes, so instead I wish you all good, clean, honourable deaths.”
With a long wheezing cackle he begins to peddle with great industry again and the mechanical wyrms wings start to beat. The odd contraption begins to lift as the gusts of air that emanate form it bend the limbs of trees and flatten the bushes around you.
Kasandra grins at the elf, "Almost, let's see if you're as good with your sword as you are with your tongue" she laughs playfully, walking toward the causeway. "You all can call me Kaz," she says to the group.
"We knocked and the door is open, let's see what our hosts have planned for this party!" She smiles a feral grin, her dark green eyes seem to flash brighter as she does. Adjusting her grip on her shield, Kaz moves to the head of the group, scanning the ground on the sides of the causeway for danger as she goes.
Lol, couldn't help it, it's what she would have said! Let's murder some goblins!
Grigor comes from his hiding place "Well....that went better than expected." Then he looks at the entrance "Doesn't looks that good in there. Hope we will survive that. I will stay behind you if you dont mind" Grigor grins
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
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Kasandra watched in shock as the elf strolled past her and casually walked into the debris strewn killing field as if he were visiting the neighbors. She quickly recovered as he started to sink. Quickly judging the distance, she realized he was too far away for her to throw him her rope. She dropped her weapons and began to prepare her rope. She studied the ground in front of her in order to judge the exact point where the mire began so that she might approach closer.
Survival: 14
Xorin winces slightly upon seeing the other elf start to sink. Before taking a step he casts mage armor on himself and then approaches behind Kasandra and Corvus though not moving beyond them. Seeing Kasandra seems to be taking action on that he takes a second to look toward the thing flying ahead of them to try and judge what it is while also commenting, "I have more rope if you need it."
Perception: 10
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Ayrlin struggles and sinks further. Kasandra, Grigor, and Corvus move to aid him.
The conflicting sensations that Ayrlin was experiencing were too much for the glamour over the Killing field.
Before the collective eyes of the party the scene before then shimmers and the dry empty packed earth morphs into a foul bog.
Kasandras' primal senses allow her to navigate the treacherous ground with ease, and bring a rope to throw to Ayrlin. Together the rest of his companions managed to pull him out of the cold grip of the marshy ground.
As the The fighter and cleric extricate the rogue from his predicament, the two wizards study the flying creature.
It is far off, miles perhaps, but rapidly approaches. As the creature nears, at an alarming rate, they determine that it has large bat like wings, and a long snaking tail.
"That thing, whatever it is, is coming toward us pretty quickly." Xorin says as he takes stock of his surroundings, seeing if there is anything resembling cover around them.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"Xorin is right. As I said before, we should hide as soon as possible. Search for cover!". Grigor will help Xorin search for cover
Perception: 10
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
Still not conviced but this will do for now:
"Thank you!" says the elf to his companions. "That was a dirty trick if you ask me. Look at my clothes!!"
He looks up when Xorin says that. "It must be me. I stink from miles now... " he says and moves his hands over his wet and mud covered body. (Cast Prestidigitation to clean himself) "Now.. must better! Shouldn't we look for cover under the trees? If there is still trees back there... " he adds tutning back to the spot they were before.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"You're welcome," Kasandra replies to the elf, "but that was foolish. Even if this was just an ordinary monstrous fortification with a field of bones and debris in front of it, it would be unwise to just walk straight through it. Add in the fact that it is also clearly a magical and complex death trap that have lead entire armies to their doom, and what you did was just asking for an early grave. I am glad the fear of death does not give you pause, but you're imprudence could have cost you your life and possibly ours as well. Please be more cautious or I may not risk the effort to save you next time." There was a time and place for laughing in the face of death, but courting it simply for entertainment was suicide.
Done admonishing the elf, Kasandra stows her rope, retrieves her weapons and turns her attention to the next emergency. Noting the approach of the flying creature, she assess the terrain for a likely spot to provide cover and concealment from above.
Survival: 17
"You're right! I was a fool not to thjink that the external defenses will not include some magics too. Come we should find a spot to hide near."
(Perception: 12
PbP Character: A few ;)
Braddik stows his notebook and prepares for the unwelcoming committee as it flies ever closer. Peering at the creature, he tries to discern if it is alone.
Perception Check: 8
Question for Mystic GM:
Does the flying beast have a rider?
Q’s for Mythic GM:
Scene 1: The killing Fields Chaos Rank: 5
Braddik F1: Does the flying beast have a rider?
Odds: Likely [64] – Yes. Perception Roll 6
Returning to the trees which are thankfully there still, you look for good places to provide cover form aerial attack. Although the woods are light and the trees widely spaced you see a clump a few hundred feet away that would conceal you all.
The flying creature approaches rapidly growing in size as it does. It’s movement seems erratic and unnatural. You would guess that is was about two or three times the size of a horse with a wingspan about half again as big. The sunlight seems to glint of parts of it and soon you hear strange squeaking, creaking, sounds mixed with the labour of its flapping wings.
As it nears the wall you see that it has a rider, a small one. A goblin, in what looks to be a mockery of knights armour, sits on a saddle strapped high on the creatures back. It is holding a lance in its gauntleted fist and is peddling furiously.
He seems to be riding a mechanical flying creature. Somewhat like a wyvern in form, and seeming held together with wire, leather and metal pins.
The Goblin knight and his bizarre mount descend to land on the wall barely one hundred feet from your cover. He blows an ornate silver decorated hunting horn, and unrolls a parchment and begins to read aloud.
“Brave adventurers, my master welcomes you!
He welcomes the diversion of your pitiful attempts to breech his fortress and thwart his will.
He welcomes the distraction from ruling over his wretched subjects, who loyal, are also stupid and dull.”
The knight pauses and moves the scroll back and forth as if he was not sure he was reading it correctly. He then lifts his visor and his face screws up in anger.
“Hmppf!”
Reading the scroll again.
“He continues, Turn back now if you value your lives and your honour. What lies before you is hardship, troubles uncounted, and sights and sounds that will destroy your minds.
Let sleeping babes lie and old men die, a bargain has been struck!’
He rolls up the parchment and looks around and says,
“What say you?”
Braddik steps forward and addresses the goblin knight on his makeshift wyrm. "Tell your master that we come petitioning a grievance from a nobel he has dealt unfairly with and we will be along to discuss the matter with him in due time."
EDIT for voice text color. No Mystic GM question at this time.
Kasandra moves with Braddik, her posture loose, but ready. She keeps her quiet as he speaks to the goblin, her talents lie in warfare, not diplomacy. It seems she will soon put her talents to good use.
Grigor remains hidden under his cover and watches the conversation from a safe distance. Ready to attack, though, if anything should happen. He seems satisfied with Braddik's answer.
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
Ayrlin gets out and makes a reverence to the goblin:
”My good Sire. Please assure your noble king that we would rather prefer to enjoy one feast at Moon’s Willow Inn than endure the multiple dangers that awaits for us ahead. But we are nothing but humble servants. Both of the Baron who sent us here full of sorrow and repentance, and of your mighty King, who surely deserves the amusing of seeing us try to beat his Labyrinth. Please brave Rider of the Mechanical Horror, do us a favor and send this message to your King, Let us in into the Labyrinth. Long years had passed since he had the opportunity to test its horrible defenses and foul magics. We are no threath to it or him, but at least we can entertain him for a while. Let’s play a game. Us against all your might and all your intelligence. Let us wonder in what horrors that lie ahead and be witness of His magnificiency so we all can tell everyone across the realm of it. “
Persuasion: 11 (have the same on Deception if it’s better suited)
Question: Does the mechanical wyvern a “swicht off button?” Perception:9 or investigation 20 if needed
PbP Character: A few ;)
Xorin listens from behind a bit of cover to Braddik then looks out at the rider, then around the rider to see if others were also coming. Then he raises an eyebrow at Ayrlin as he does his bit, glancing over at Grigor and giving him a slight shrug. "Maybe it works"
Any others riders look to be coming?
Perception: 6
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
The Goblin Knight listens to the words of Braddik and Ayrlin, scratching his long crooked nose the entire time.
Xorin keeps his eyes on the sky looking for any new knights or further threats and sees none.
For Ayrlin:
As you speak you look carefully at the mechanical mount of the knight. It seems to be entirely powered, at least as best you can tell form this distance, by the efforts of the goblin peddling.
There seem to be a bunch of levers that can be operated by one hand on the saddle. You are not sure if it has a plain on/off switch, but there are quite a few levers so it may do some things you have not seen yet.
Ayrlin finishes his eloquent address and the goblin sits for a few short moments considering the words he has heard.
Then he stands in his ‘saddle’ and says, ”The challenge has been accepted!”
He then raises the ornate silver chased horn to his lips again and two short sharp blasts sound from it.
As the last note sounds the ground begins to shake. Stones rise from the bed of the mire forming a wet and muddy causeway to the wall of the labyrinth, which as you watch cracks open down some invisible seem in the masonry. Two great panels swing out and a 20 foot wide gate stands open.
He then looks at those of the company that are visible and salutes.
“You seem to posses some culture and honour, should we meet again I look forward to crossing arms with you and meeting as fellows on the field of battle!.”
He begins to flick several of the levers in the saddle and smiles,
“I would wish you luck, but that would be counter to my masters wishes, so instead I wish you all good, clean, honourable deaths.”
With a long wheezing cackle he begins to peddle with great industry again and the mechanical wyrms wings start to beat. The odd contraption begins to lift as the gusts of air that emanate form it bend the limbs of trees and flatten the bushes around you.
Seeing the weird machine fly away the elf turns to Kasandra with a smile from ear to ear
" Glad to be of assistance. Hope this make you forgive my mistake and that you look at me with better eyes. After you Mylady "
PbP Character: A few ;)
Kasandra grins at the elf, "Almost, let's see if you're as good with your sword as you are with your tongue" she laughs playfully, walking toward the causeway. "You all can call me Kaz," she says to the group.
"We knocked and the door is open, let's see what our hosts have planned for this party!" She smiles a feral grin, her dark green eyes seem to flash brighter as she does. Adjusting her grip on her shield, Kaz moves to the head of the group, scanning the ground on the sides of the causeway for danger as she goes.
Lol, couldn't help it, it's what she would have said! Let's murder some goblins!
Perception: 6
Corvus grins at Kas and the others, then winks at Ayrlin. He grabs his mace in one hand and brings his shield up for incoming arrows or stones.
"This has to be a trap," he says under his breath. "But then again it's always a trap."
He walks forward with the group ready for anything.
Perception 7
Grigor comes from his hiding place "Well....that went better than expected." Then he looks at the entrance "Doesn't looks that good in there. Hope we will survive that. I will stay behind you if you dont mind" Grigor grins
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)