As far as Amari can tell, everything he said was truthful. the man notices her scrutiny, and speaks
"Do not doubt me. Why would I lie in such a manner? I hate the figures in the room beyond as much as you do. But be warned, they are strong. There is only one way to insure victory: Take these." Six glowing talismans materialize, floating in front of the glass. They each bear an ancient rune. "Beat these, and when you need it most, call out and I shall try to break free of my prison. But, be careful, you must all break your talismans at the same time or disaster will strike"
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Amari takes hold of two of the floating talismans, one for herself and one for Wripers. She then calls out to the kobold as he reconfigures the room decor, "This one's for you, Wrip. Not food. Don't eat it."
Umm...well, I think the 30 certainly does something.
Wripers tries to pull the head off, and surprisingly, the head pops off. Wripers looks down and sees that the statue is hollow and the space inside is definitely big enough to fit him. Something shiny glints at the bottom of the inside of the statue.
Amari grabs the two talismans, and immediately feels a whoosh of energy as she accepts the deal. She now has a golden talisman.
The Mage looks at the rest of the party expectantly "Go on. Take it. You're going to need it. The foes ahead are stronger than you can defeat alone."
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Kass will take a talisman. "Never one much for baubles, myself, but I'm not going to turn down something that'll aid us." Noting the head pop off of the statue Wripers is on, Kass will go take a thoughtful glance at the statue to the left, tapping it to see if it sounds hollow as well.
Wripers wiggles his way deep in the statue, using his talons to climb down, and makes it to the bottom. He finds a small scrap of paper, the words unreadable to him, considering his not impressive amount of intellect. Next to the scrap is a single coin, made of electrum.
Kass takes the Golden Talisman. The other statue is not hollow, at least as far as Kass can tell.
Coin good. Buy meat. He stuffs both into his loincloth and begins climbing back out. When he pulls himself out of the neck hole, he begins to get curious about the other two. He starts climbing down with intent to scale the big one next!
As he reaches the bottom, he marches up to Amari. He reaches back into his loincloth and pulls out the strange paper, now slightly crumpled and unpleasantly warm. He keeps the coin, though.
He gives a squeak and moves to the scary looking giant next.
Amari glances at the writing*, unsure how relevant it might be to the party's current situation. Seeing all the talismans in hand, she motions toward the adamantine doors and says to the others, "Shall we?"
*Language proficiencies for Amari: Elvish, Gnomish, and Sylvan
“Let’s do it!” Evelyn says, ready to fight whatever is beyond that door. Arcs of magical energy dance along the shriveled fingertips of her left hand as she prepares to obliterate her opponents.
Wripers feels the excitement in the air. He runs up front and draws his hammer. The anticipation of battle excites him, prompting a vicious roar, though to the others it's more of an enthusiastic squeal. He holds his hammer over his head, the weird "tails man" snack tucked securely in his loincloth. He'd eat it later.
The party steps forward, talismans taken and tucked away for the "right time". Weapons in hand and spell blazing, they stand before the door. Some among you feel apprehension, some feel excitement, depending on your personality. Nevertheless, you must face these foes, fight this battle, win. Win for all the lives lost, the sanity's ruined, the deaths dealt out, This horrid institute of death can no longer stand.
Now, a simple question: Who will open the door? who will take that brave step and face your destiny? Who will start the beginning of the end?
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My Characters: Brorminthe Crusher; Discoverythe Keeper; Theathe Scoundrel; Jorvirthe Weaver; Threlan,the Speaker; Zolyathe Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
Ruin steps forward, axe in hand, and pushes on the door. With a resounding groan, the door creaks open, swinging wide. The room revealed is strange. As Amari saw, a raised dais is in the center of the room, with a marble walkway leading from the door to the dais. The rest of the room is divided into three sections
The first is the one with the ancient tree, its massive twisting branches reaching high towards the vaulted ceiling far ahead. The tree bears multicolored fruit, and three distinct patterns are distinct among the hanging apple-like fruit: One, dripping with acid, is a sickly green. The next, a light blue, dark red swirl that seems to glow with coldfire. The third a spotted purple and yellow, which crackles with lightning. Standing by the tree is the massive brute you saw before, the largest of the statues, except this time, in the flesh. Their skin crackles with the power of a tempest as they watch expectantly, lightning and thunder infusing their veins and very being. This is Durnok, the Primal Master.
The next section is the one with the column of light and shadow, its power ebbing and flowing, as if breathing. The pillar, whose light and dark elements seem to be fighting with each other, a contained battle of divine fury, is being prayed too by the second of the Rune-Lords: Gleebulz, the Divine Master. They turn at your arrival, and stand from their supplication. With a grin, scorched angel wings, withered by dark energy, unfurl from their back.
The final section is dominated by the rune enscribed pillar, a whirling mass of glowing symbols, gears, with licking tongues of flame curling through it. Atop it, stands the final member: Lurkym, the Arcane Master. Lurkym, the mechanical dragon-elf (Never thought I'd say that in my life, even as a DND player), sighes, floating down from the pillar, landing without a sound atop the floor, which is patterned obsidian and gold.
As one, the Rune-lord spread their hands, speaking at the same time. "You finally made it. We've been expecting you. Of course, we wouldn't dare let you interfere with our plans, so this ends now." They flourish all at once, glowing with power "Prepare yourself! You will not live to see the sky ever again!"
Everyone, you have one round to prepare yourselves. Take your turns for this round in any order, casting any buff spells, activating features, as long as they don't affect the enemy. If you have not replied in one day, we will move on to the actual combat. Oh, and in your post, roll initiative.
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My Characters: Brorminthe Crusher; Discoverythe Keeper; Theathe Scoundrel; Jorvirthe Weaver; Threlan,the Speaker; Zolyathe Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
Gripping her shield tight, Amari utters the words to the bless enchantment*, something she's done frequently since entering this dungeon. "May Kelemvor give us aid!" she then calls out.
Initiative: 19
*Cast at 3rd level, granting all five of her friends the benefit of the spell.
Wripers eyes the big meat by the tree. He'll bite him first. Then smash him. Or smash first, then bite. His tail begins to lash like a cats'. The party's seen him like this before. He's raring to go. But after that mess with the exploding ogre, the horde of goblins he crushed and the naked warlock several floors up, he knows to wait for the go-ahead from Amari. If he listens, he gets snacks!
Initiative:14
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As far as Amari can tell, everything he said was truthful. the man notices her scrutiny, and speaks
"Do not doubt me. Why would I lie in such a manner? I hate the figures in the room beyond as much as you do. But be warned, they are strong. There is only one way to insure victory: Take these." Six glowing talismans materialize, floating in front of the glass. They each bear an ancient rune. "Beat these, and when you need it most, call out and I shall try to break free of my prison. But, be careful, you must all break your talismans at the same time or disaster will strike"
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
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Wriper's manages to climb up the statue. roll me a athletics check to pull the head off.
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[17+13 makes 30]
Amari takes hold of two of the floating talismans, one for herself and one for Wripers. She then calls out to the kobold as he reconfigures the room decor, "This one's for you, Wrip. Not food. Don't eat it."
Umm...well, I think the 30 certainly does something.
Wripers tries to pull the head off, and surprisingly, the head pops off. Wripers looks down and sees that the statue is hollow and the space inside is definitely big enough to fit him. Something shiny glints at the bottom of the inside of the statue.
Amari grabs the two talismans, and immediately feels a whoosh of energy as she accepts the deal. She now has a golden talisman.
The Mage looks at the rest of the party expectantly "Go on. Take it. You're going to need it. The foes ahead are stronger than you can defeat alone."
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
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With a squeal, the kobold wriggles into the opening, eager for whatever it is. He hopes it's meat!
Kass will take a talisman. "Never one much for baubles, myself, but I'm not going to turn down something that'll aid us." Noting the head pop off of the statue Wripers is on, Kass will go take a thoughtful glance at the statue to the left, tapping it to see if it sounds hollow as well.
Investigation: 20
(If that roll fails to materialize, here's another one: Investigation 21 )
Wripers wiggles his way deep in the statue, using his talons to climb down, and makes it to the bottom. He finds a small scrap of paper, the words unreadable to him, considering his not impressive amount of intellect. Next to the scrap is a single coin, made of electrum.
Kass takes the Golden Talisman. The other statue is not hollow, at least as far as Kass can tell.
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Coin good. Buy meat. He stuffs both into his loincloth and begins climbing back out. When he pulls himself out of the neck hole, he begins to get curious about the other two. He starts climbing down with intent to scale the big one next!
As he reaches the bottom, he marches up to Amari. He reaches back into his loincloth and pulls out the strange paper, now slightly crumpled and unpleasantly warm. He keeps the coin, though.
He gives a squeak and moves to the scary looking giant next.
[Athletics to climb: 15]
Amari is given the small piece of paper, which is kind of disgusting to hold. She examines the paper, and it says
Wripers climbs up the statue. The head does not come off.
The Mage looks at the rest of the party, waiting for them to take the talisman. If you don't post saying otherwise, everyone takes a talisman.
With that, you are ready to go. To face the foes which have plagued you for so long. TO FACE YOUR DESTINY!
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Amari glances at the writing*, unsure how relevant it might be to the party's current situation. Seeing all the talismans in hand, she motions toward the adamantine doors and says to the others, "Shall we?"
*Language proficiencies for Amari: Elvish, Gnomish, and Sylvan
“Let’s do it!” Evelyn says, ready to fight whatever is beyond that door. Arcs of magical energy dance along the shriveled fingertips of her left hand as she prepares to obliterate her opponents.
Wripers feels the excitement in the air. He runs up front and draws his hammer. The anticipation of battle excites him, prompting a vicious roar, though to the others it's more of an enthusiastic squeal. He holds his hammer over his head, the weird "tails man" snack tucked securely in his loincloth. He'd eat it later.
Now, the fun begins.
The party steps forward, talismans taken and tucked away for the "right time". Weapons in hand and spell blazing, they stand before the door. Some among you feel apprehension, some feel excitement, depending on your personality. Nevertheless, you must face these foes, fight this battle, win. Win for all the lives lost, the sanity's ruined, the deaths dealt out, This horrid institute of death can no longer stand.
Now, a simple question: Who will open the door? who will take that brave step and face your destiny? Who will start the beginning of the end?
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
DMing: Dark God's Dread; Raccoon's Strixhaven, Dungeon of The Dead Mage
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Ruin glances at the others.
"If no one else wants to, then I will take the first step," the robot says.
Ruin steps forward, axe in hand, and pushes on the door. With a resounding groan, the door creaks open, swinging wide. The room revealed is strange. As Amari saw, a raised dais is in the center of the room, with a marble walkway leading from the door to the dais. The rest of the room is divided into three sections
The first is the one with the ancient tree, its massive twisting branches reaching high towards the vaulted ceiling far ahead. The tree bears multicolored fruit, and three distinct patterns are distinct among the hanging apple-like fruit: One, dripping with acid, is a sickly green. The next, a light blue, dark red swirl that seems to glow with coldfire. The third a spotted purple and yellow, which crackles with lightning. Standing by the tree is the massive brute you saw before, the largest of the statues, except this time, in the flesh. Their skin crackles with the power of a tempest as they watch expectantly, lightning and thunder infusing their veins and very being. This is Durnok, the Primal Master.
The next section is the one with the column of light and shadow, its power ebbing and flowing, as if breathing. The pillar, whose light and dark elements seem to be fighting with each other, a contained battle of divine fury, is being prayed too by the second of the Rune-Lords: Gleebulz, the Divine Master. They turn at your arrival, and stand from their supplication. With a grin, scorched angel wings, withered by dark energy, unfurl from their back.
The final section is dominated by the rune enscribed pillar, a whirling mass of glowing symbols, gears, with licking tongues of flame curling through it. Atop it, stands the final member: Lurkym, the Arcane Master. Lurkym, the mechanical dragon-elf (Never thought I'd say that in my life, even as a DND player), sighes, floating down from the pillar, landing without a sound atop the floor, which is patterned obsidian and gold.
As one, the Rune-lord spread their hands, speaking at the same time. "You finally made it. We've been expecting you. Of course, we wouldn't dare let you interfere with our plans, so this ends now." They flourish all at once, glowing with power "Prepare yourself! You will not live to see the sky ever again!"
Everyone, you have one round to prepare yourselves. Take your turns for this round in any order, casting any buff spells, activating features, as long as they don't affect the enemy. If you have not replied in one day, we will move on to the actual combat. Oh, and in your post, roll initiative.
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
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Gripping her shield tight, Amari utters the words to the bless enchantment*, something she's done frequently since entering this dungeon. "May Kelemvor give us aid!" she then calls out.
Initiative: 19
*Cast at 3rd level, granting all five of her friends the benefit of the spell.
Oh yeah, I have to roll for the bad guys:
Primal Master: 17
Arcane Master: 11
Divine Master: 9
Edit: I swear, this dice roller is so funky. Imma just roll in the game log. It won't stop giving me tied numbers!
Primal Master: 9
Arcane Master: 16
Divine Master: 20
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
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Wripers eyes the big meat by the tree. He'll bite him first. Then smash him. Or smash first, then bite. His tail begins to lash like a cats'. The party's seen him like this before. He's raring to go. But after that mess with the exploding ogre, the horde of goblins he crushed and the naked warlock several floors up, he knows to wait for the go-ahead from Amari. If he listens, he gets snacks!
Initiative:14