Norvalor... you are stuck inside the oubliette. The bars of the cell disappear into the earth below and rise into the earth above you. Neither you nor Traever have been successful in locating a key or a lever or a button to grant you passage.
"Cath it seems the the way to open these bars is on your side. I've had a good look around on this side and couldn't find any way to activate to bars. Could you please have a look around for it?"
"Eh? Yeah right, I'm on it." Cath looks around the chamber he smashed his way into. He's looking for anything that might work as a lever or switch to open the bars.
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Arutha grunts at the impact of the magic bolts and attacks the drow again only this time aiming to relieve him of his hands so he could not use them to cast more spells. With a sweeping downward arc of Warrior he attempts to cleave his hands from his body.
Attack: 19 Damage: 7
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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
Warrior cackles with glee, Arutha. You fight with the spirit of a titan.
Your strike is enough to break the drow's concentration. The rope of magic tethered between you and the creature dissolves into worthless energy. The drow hisses with pain. its eyes fill with alarm. Where once twiddled fingers is now a sizzling stump. Curses fly from its dark elven lips. it drops its rapier, reaching for the robe around its shoulders. the creature pulls it tight and vanishes before your eyes.
It's been many months since we last told the tales of this adventure... and in that time, many events have shaped and continue to reshape my life. I want to thank you for your willingness to join this adventure with me, and I hope that you are safe in this uncertain time.
I committed myself to develop, write, and gather artwork for the Arsenal of the Orc Lord campaign, and I am still writing the adventure in my spare time. One day, I will release it. Where and how is as of yet uncertain. But the orcs are coming. Be sure of that!
I had fun playing this adventure, it was a great time hopefully someday we can play it again or maybe you'll release it and i can run it at home. I hope everyone else is fine in these troubling times.
I'm glad you enjoyed the adventure so far, and I appreciate all the effort and the roleplaying. It's made an impact on the overall storyline. I went back and adjusted a few of the encounters because of it.
The orc lord Gravva still plots against the Sword Coast. His messenger, Vekka has yet to complete her task. Bragga and his brood raid small settlements north of Baldur’s Gate. For what terrible end no one is certain — not even Lieutenant Omaha, who's been keeping tabs on the orcs' movements.
Your work has barely begun adventurers. Your part in this story is but a pinch of flint fate has yet to decide how to make use of it.
"It's seems they moved our things elsewhere. Let's get moving than." Norvalor says looking at everyone in the room.
Norvalor, Cath Redaxe.... something for you to look over...
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Norvalor... you are stuck inside the oubliette. The bars of the cell disappear into the earth below and rise into the earth above you. Neither you nor Traever have been successful in locating a key or a lever or a button to grant you passage.
"Cath it seems the the way to open these bars is on your side. I've had a good look around on this side and couldn't find any way to activate to bars. Could you please have a look around for it?"
"Eh? Yeah right, I'm on it." Cath looks around the chamber he smashed his way into. He's looking for anything that might work as a lever or switch to open the bars.
Arutha grunts at the impact of the magic bolts and attacks the drow again only this time aiming to relieve him of his hands so he could not use them to cast more spells. With a sweeping downward arc of Warrior he attempts to cleave his hands from his body.
Attack: 19 Damage: 7
"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
You scan the Outer Ring of the dungeon area you are in, Cath, and find nothing useful, or at least nothing that would release the prisoners.
You will have to explore the dungeon...
Cath looks at Norvalor.
"I can't seem to find a switch or anything else. But I wonder if together we could move these bars up."
Cath grips the bars and with Norvalor's help he tries to see if they will move.
Athletics 21
It's fellowship then, adventurers.
With a sigh of uncertainty you close your hands around the bars of the oubliette, Cath. The bars feel cold. Very cold.
Make a Wisdom save.
Gramdal... is there something you would like to do?
Warrior cackles with glee, Arutha. You fight with the spirit of a titan.
Your strike is enough to break the drow's concentration. The rope of magic tethered between you and the creature dissolves into worthless energy. The drow hisses with pain. its eyes fill with alarm. Where once twiddled fingers is now a sizzling stump. Curses fly from its dark elven lips. it drops its rapier, reaching for the robe around its shoulders. the creature pulls it tight and vanishes before your eyes.
Make a Perception roll.
Wisdom save 5
Perception 13
"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
It's been many months since we last told the tales of this adventure... and in that time, many events have shaped and continue to reshape my life. I want to thank you for your willingness to join this adventure with me, and I hope that you are safe in this uncertain time.
I committed myself to develop, write, and gather artwork for the Arsenal of the Orc Lord campaign, and I am still writing the adventure in my spare time. One day, I will release it. Where and how is as of yet uncertain. But the orcs are coming. Be sure of that!
~ Ken
I had fun playing this adventure, it was a great time hopefully someday we can play it again or maybe you'll release it and i can run it at home. I hope everyone else is fine in these troubling times.
stay safe everyone .
I'm glad you enjoyed the adventure so far, and I appreciate all the effort and the roleplaying. It's made an impact on the overall storyline. I went back and adjusted a few of the encounters because of it.
I really enjoyed what we had going. This adventure really sealed the deal for me here at DnDBeyond. To bad it petered out.
Cath is still around...
I enjoyed playing this and really would like to see where it all is going.
"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
The winds are beginning to stir once more . . .
The orc lord Gravva still plots against the Sword Coast. His messenger, Vekka has yet to complete her task. Bragga and his brood raid small settlements north of Baldur’s Gate. For what terrible end no one is certain — not even Lieutenant Omaha, who's been keeping tabs on the orcs' movements.
Your work has barely begun adventurers. Your part in this story is but a pinch of flint fate has yet to decide how to make use of it.
Let us strike a match in the dark, shall we?
What's all this then?