“Flagons of mead used to pour into these lips, friend. Oh how it would pour!” He sours his face and licks his lips. “Alas, I am no longer thirsty, though. Such sorrow, indeed.”
To Odyssues, he replies.
“Mistrust, you must, friend. The world is against you, and you against your back.” He looks to the golden faced tapestry for a moment. “I am here because I am. I suppose I would say it has something to do with this one, the golden one called Zarus,” he muses as he spits into the brazier. A small crackle responds in kind.
“But fear ye’ not,” he assures you with a nod and an open palm. “I am not your enemy. Nay, I’m far too old and weathered to be such.”
He adjusts his legs a little. They crack a little. “Bah,” he complains. “Signs of good aging, these bones.”
A scitter scatter from beyond can be heard. The monsters and constructs of this place must be moving around some from within the halls far off.
He takes little notice of the sounds, then settles his gaze on the both of you. “I have survived because I can hide. I’ve been here for a long time. These walls and this happy little fire are my company.” He motions to the brazier. “Look, it holds a secret at its bottom.”
He waves his hand across the flame quickly. It’s enough for you to see his hand is burnt quite a bit. “Been trying for years to dip my hand inside and claim that prize. I’ve a notion that I’m just not good enough. The flames burn hot, you see. Unnatural it is. Come, take a look.”
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“Aye, you there.” He sniffs the. “You smell new, and fresh.” He licks at his lips again. “I’ve been here, oh say round bout 50 years.” He expels a hardy laugh that could alert all the monsters in this place.
A few hurried scurries can be heard in the distance.
“Aye, indeed it’s been a while.” He slaps at his knee. “But these bones keep going on and on, they do.”
He sighs heavily. “Alas, friends. I’m tired, but I can never sleep. My own eyes fail me and my mind races upon the thought of sleep. Such a sad state to live in.”
He looks at the tapestry of the golden faced god, Zarus. “That ****er,” he spits at the braizer again. It hisses in anger. “That lowly git brought me here by his mystical magics. I’ve been here since, first with the Dark Mother on her holy island of peace. Bah,” he spits again, this time at the ground. “Then I left. Plunged into that sea, I did. I came here to rest. To die.” He looks to the braizer’s flame as if seeking an answer. “All bollocks if you ask me.”
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Alzaren finally moves out of the darkness to get closer to the brazier. Peering at the flames, he searches for anything he can see at the bottom of the brazier. "What's supposed to be at the bottom?" he asks.
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To your question, Horace replies. “Zarus, the god of humans, he is.” He mocks the name soundlessly. “He believes humans reside above all. He probably created this realm. For what purpose, I cannot say.”
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Alzaren ponders the chest in the bottom of the flames for few moments, then shrugs. "Worth a shot..." he murmurs to himself as he creates a spectral hand floating in the air above the brazier. It drops down into the flames and attempts to lift the chest out.
OOC guys I’m really sorry but I’m unable to keep up as much as I’d like. I love the atmosphere of the story, but I don’t want to continue to slow down the game. I’m gonna have to bow out. Sorry guys
The spectral hand vanished within the flames as it goes in. Anti-magic barrier of sorts?
Replacement is fine. Recruit if ya want.
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(Probably at least 2. I think it's just you and me basically at this point)
Alzaren frowns at the flames as his magical hand vanishes upon contact. After thinking for a moment, he dismisses his pact weapon and resummons it as a greatsword, then tries to push the point of the weapon into the flames to see if it can be used to lever the chest out.
Shame really. It did slow down some though, but I dunno. I can run with two or four.
Your pact weapon makes contact, but somehow (perhaps magically) it doesn’t budge.
Horace offers you a weak smile. “Ha, ha friend! I’ve tried that many times.” He motions to his cutlass by the braizer.
“I would surmise that human blood would be required,” he says. A frown comes across his face. “That damndable god, Zarus, and his obsession with human glory!”
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Heads up gents. I can run this with two or four. The fire is dying a little, but I can keep going if y’all want.
I get the sense that lots of the forum campaigns do this.
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“Flagons of mead used to pour into these lips, friend. Oh how it would pour!” He sours his face and licks his lips. “Alas, I am no longer thirsty, though. Such sorrow, indeed.”
To Odyssues, he replies.
“Mistrust, you must, friend. The world is against you, and you against your back.” He looks to the golden faced tapestry for a moment. “I am here because I am. I suppose I would say it has something to do with this one, the golden one called Zarus,” he muses as he spits into the brazier. A small crackle responds in kind.
“But fear ye’ not,” he assures you with a nod and an open palm. “I am not your enemy. Nay, I’m far too old and weathered to be such.”
He adjusts his legs a little. They crack a little. “Bah,” he complains. “Signs of good aging, these bones.”
A scitter scatter from beyond can be heard. The monsters and constructs of this place must be moving around some from within the halls far off.
He takes little notice of the sounds, then settles his gaze on the both of you. “I have survived because I can hide. I’ve been here for a long time. These walls and this happy little fire are my company.” He motions to the brazier. “Look, it holds a secret at its bottom.”
He waves his hand across the flame quickly. It’s enough for you to see his hand is burnt quite a bit. “Been trying for years to dip my hand inside and claim that prize. I’ve a notion that I’m just not good enough. The flames burn hot, you see. Unnatural it is. Come, take a look.”
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"How long is a long time?" Alzaren asks from the shadows.
“Aye, you there.” He sniffs the. “You smell new, and fresh.” He licks at his lips again. “I’ve been here, oh say round bout 50 years.” He expels a hardy laugh that could alert all the monsters in this place.
A few hurried scurries can be heard in the distance.
“Aye, indeed it’s been a while.” He slaps at his knee. “But these bones keep going on and on, they do.”
He sighs heavily. “Alas, friends. I’m tired, but I can never sleep. My own eyes fail me and my mind races upon the thought of sleep. Such a sad state to live in.”
He looks at the tapestry of the golden faced god, Zarus. “That ****er,” he spits at the braizer again. It hisses in anger. “That lowly git brought me here by his mystical magics. I’ve been here since, first with the Dark Mother on her holy island of peace. Bah,” he spits again, this time at the ground. “Then I left. Plunged into that sea, I did. I came here to rest. To die.” He looks to the braizer’s flame as if seeking an answer. “All bollocks if you ask me.”
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Alzaren finally moves out of the darkness to get closer to the brazier. Peering at the flames, he searches for anything he can see at the bottom of the brazier. "What's supposed to be at the bottom?" he asks.
Clearly Odysseus asked way too plain questions
This man is clearly part of this machine.
but at least we learned two news:
1) this place or the bracier makes you invisible to the eyes of the undead
2) there is someone called Zarus
Odysseus concentrates on these two points and asks
”Horace, nevermind the flames for a moment. Who is this Zarus?
ooc: how big is the bracier?
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The braizer is 3 by 3 feet in circumference. The “bowl” of it stands 4 feet from the ground.
Horace speaks. “At the bottom lies a small chest of wood that does not burn.” He looks at the flames for a moment. “Curious, is it not?”
You see the same. A small wooden chest 10 inches across and 4 inches tall at the bottom of the flame.
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To your question, Horace replies. “Zarus, the god of humans, he is.” He mocks the name soundlessly. “He believes humans reside above all. He probably created this realm. For what purpose, I cannot say.”
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Alzaren ponders the chest in the bottom of the flames for few moments, then shrugs. "Worth a shot..." he murmurs to himself as he creates a spectral hand floating in the air above the brazier. It drops down into the flames and attempts to lift the chest out.
OOC guys I’m really sorry but I’m unable to keep up as much as I’d like. I love the atmosphere of the story, but I don’t want to continue to slow down the game. I’m gonna have to bow out. Sorry guys
Ooc: so what? Shall we search for a replacement? It would be a pity to stop now that we are really getting into it!
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The spectral hand vanished within the flames as it goes in. Anti-magic barrier of sorts?
Replacement is fine. Recruit if ya want.
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Perzival has been missing for a long time too.
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Ok I will try to find replacement, practically how many?
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(Probably at least 2. I think it's just you and me basically at this point)
Alzaren frowns at the flames as his magical hand vanishes upon contact. After thinking for a moment, he dismisses his pact weapon and resummons it as a greatsword, then tries to push the point of the weapon into the flames to see if it can be used to lever the chest out.
Shame really. It did slow down some though, but I dunno. I can run with two or four.
Your pact weapon makes contact, but somehow (perhaps magically) it doesn’t budge.
Horace offers you a weak smile. “Ha, ha friend! I’ve tried that many times.” He motions to his cutlass by the braizer.
“I would surmise that human blood would be required,” he says. A frown comes across his face. “That damndable god, Zarus, and his obsession with human glory!”
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Alzaren shrugs, "It was worth a shot." He dismisses the greatsword again and summons the longbow back.
I created a recruitment thread
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/35201-recruitment-2-place-for-the-machine
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(Cool :). Heads up that I'm heading out of town this afternoon for the weekend, so I probaly won't be able to update before monday)
Cool.
Heads up gents. I can run this with two or four. The fire is dying a little, but I can keep going if y’all want.
I get the sense that lots of the forum campaigns do this.
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Your d know better, my interest hasn’t faded.
somebody should have written to you in private
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