Talon will continue down the corridor towards the stairs and down. He reappears 10 feet further down from where he disappeared from and moves 25 feet further. He will refresh Blink.
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DM's Screen:
N: 45
C: 61
L: 24
Talon reappears a bit further into the hallway and continues to run, eventually making it to the steps and going down. He notices that his inter-planar blinking abilities are fading and refreshes them. Once in the lower level, the dwarf finds himself in a familiar short hallway. Making a turn and going through a quite recognizable door, Talon finds Mumed's Ward, where the party regained their strengths before first venturing into the Labyrinth. He instinctively know that he is safe in this room.
OOC: At this point, I'll fast forward a bit so everyone can come back into the game.
Over the next minute or so, the shepherd wraps its tentacles over the fallen warriors and opens their skulls with its hidden mouth. Nox is the first to go, then Le'gal. By the time he gets to Charles, the halfling is almost dead from blood-loss, but the shepherd devours his brain before it gets to that. The shepherd also makes sure to collect some souvenirs in the process. All the while, Graxximus stand over the shepherd, protecting him in any eventuality. Talon knows, that for all intent and purposes, his paladin friend is also gone...
"Rebooting... rebooting... rebooting. Complete. Four online."
Four sits up and gets aware of his surroundings. He is a six foot tall Warforged. He has horns on his head (like an old viking helmet. To the side and curves upwards), but one of them is broken off halfway. He has a darkwood shell around his body, on his chest there is the emblem of a blue eye, but it's heavily faded and almost unnoticeable. His eyes are a blue color as well.
A smaller man nearly half the height of the warforged pushes his way into the room, extending his hand towards Talon. ”Flynric. Flynric Silvereyes, formerly Sigil, formerly Dredge.” The Halfling has a look of wiry strength about him, with a beautifully made sword hanging at his side and a expertly crafted bow slung across his back. Wifts of gray smoke drift off his leather armor, rising and blending in with hair of the same color that comes nearly to his shoulders.
Four looks at Talon and tilts his head, "Inquiry acknowledged. Proper response: I am Four, formerly Charles Whitebone the Second, formerly Bone, formerly Charles Whitebone."
A sharp gasp accompanies PB's awakening to reality. She snaps up to take in her surroundings. As soon as she saw things to be "safe enough", she spent the next few moments clutching her head and silently crying on the spot...
Some time later, the easily eight foot tall(or just shy of it) Firbolg woman gathers both enough strength and wit to join the others. A red eye stares down at all past a voluminous green mass of curly hair, taking in all in one slow sweep across them all. She was adorned in a silvery green set of plate that conformed well to her form. And adorning the chest plate is a familiar emblem akin to Jury and Le'gal's own, but green and with noticeable yet thin curling extension akin to vines spawning from the cog-like emblem. A warhammer bearing a similiar design lies sheathed at her hip on one side while a longsword rests on the other.
Stranger still are the gauntlets that scarcely match the rest of her arm/armaments aesthetics, and a ruby attached to the butt of the warhammer. A heavy pack laden with supplies rests on her back, completing her appearance. All in all, she would be considered imposing and perhaps even a beauty if not for the clear bags under her eyes and calming aura about her. Instead of answer and at great risk, PB steps up further to Talon and Flynric, and without warning scoops them up into a big hug to hold them tight.
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Nox pokes Four a few time in the back with her staff. "You sure you not Jury?" The dark skinned Aasimar has blue marks over her body, The staff she poking the warforged looks similar to Talon staff although having dark glow lingering around. "Anyway wth happened with Graximus? He was chasing me like a mad man."
A thicc Dragonborn strides slowly into the room. Covered in Redscales that are visible along the forearms and head. The Dragonborn wears a half plate with the Flaming Sword of Tempus displayed proudly. A long sword with similar flame sounds designed in the handle sits on his right hip and a shield on his back.
”I am Graxx. Formerly Graxximus and Grixx. I do not know what happened last as I remember charging into a room and then darkness. I am sorry to hear my prior self chased you. I am glad to be back with you in this more...”
It takes some coaxing and perhaps a few threats of violence/struggling, but the firbolg woman eventually lets her targets down. Though she remains kneeling, and keeps trying to pet their heads. All while smiling a simple-minded smile whether successful or not in petting the smallest members of the group. She gladly shares a similiar sentiment with Graxx, picking him up bodily if given the chance for a great, big bear hug and a few spins to boot. And unlike the others, there is no "no" or threat to restrain her.
"Feared the worse. Feared when dog brain took place of Graxx brain, Graxx not come back. Not dead enough for magic to work."P.B explains in voice almost musical compared to Le'gal's more husky tone. "Glad to be proven wrong. Glad Graxx friend lives again, no matter form." She squeezes him into a hug... then seeming to finally take in the situation, she nearly drops him in her hurry to set him back down. "Sorry. Feelings... Not used to them anymore. Not used to being more than just peace keeper voice in head. Le'gal stupid spirit! She not listen to me. Got Cocky."
P.B shakes her head furiously. "But, not important. What important is killing creature. Destroying utterly before territory expands further. Saw the fog drift out. Fear too it make other brain dogs too. Spread shadow. Snuff light. Must not be allowed... /Won't/ be allowed. No secret now perhaps to make more Jury."She states with finality."But take moment to prepare what can. Maybe puzzle more into creature. Feels... almost familiar. Like name on tip of tongue. But memory foggy. Memory belong more to the Jury, I think. Not like this one's name. I am P.B., by way." After all that, P.B sets to work offering Aid to Talon and Graxx. Her Warhammer receives the Blessings of the Forge(which by all accounts just looked like her staring at it until it glowed red hot).
"Oh yes! You! Dwarf. No more turning P.B into large creatures in small spaces! It get ridiculous now! You do again, and I tan hide like I tan brothers hide when not thinking all way clear."She sighs. "Not that effort not appreciated. But better a lesser form that can fight well, then not cramped one that speak not so good. Like Ape."
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Flynric tolerates PB’s well natured care for a few moments before twisting out of her grasp and ducking away. “Yes, yes, I’m glad to see you too.” He turns to the rest of the group quickly. ”What... happened? All I remember is moving through the doorway, and then the world going dark. Why? What do we know of our enemy?”
Graxx the Dragonborn smiles a toothy smile at P.B.
"Well... This is a side I have not seen before of you! A welcome one at that."
Graxx laughs at first and then grunts in the embrace.
"My brain was taken... That is just rude... I will have to be on my guard for the future. Is there perhaps another way we could go? To not face this menacing threat? Or do we tackle it head on."
Graxx then raises his eyebrows at PB and Flynric's statements.
"So you went down immediately as well eh? Wait, when you say Graxx wasn't dead. How am I here? Our bodies are being used? That is disrespectful and cannot be allowed."
Talon is pushed and hugged and realizes they are all together again. "OK there are choices to be made. I still have this intricate cube .."He holds up the cube "It works by consuming expensive gems etc... We could try to find a different way around using this device. Otherwise we can return to the danger of the shepherd but I suggest we have a plan before entering that lair again!" Talon looks at the others. "We also have a few cor ners we have not completely studied in the opposite direction within the maze, though things may have changed. In a place like this you never know. So ... do we return to the shepherd and the curse of Graxximus or do we try our hand at another path? I'm still a little shy of the shepherd's area at present but I can be convinced."
P.B snickers and starts to reach out to pat Graxx on the head. She catches herself though, and looks away with a really stern expression on her face. "Strange, but not bestial enough to be monstrosity. Sharp mind, but not incline to taunt or demand to be fiend or celestial. Sharp... Sheperd did something to Le'gal in other form. Felt other presence in head for time. Then... blankness... again. Similiar blankness as Jury."
She rubs her head. "Only Graxx body be used. Others safe. We not so safe if creature remains though. Need destroy. /Must/ destroy. For it learn from fake Grixx secret. Moved and knew how to use items without hesitation. Did... heard it say something too just before leaving reach of Stinger."P.B sighs and finds a seat on bed. "May know of this place soon too. Then nowhere safe again. So no choice. If need take time for final preparations, then should do so. Without seeing creature, cannot know more than about only brain dogs."
(@Lerus: Actually, did it ever say anything? Le'gal had tongues going, and that spell goes both ways.)
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Death Saving Roll: 8
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
Charles' heartbeat gets a bit fainter. DEATH saving throws (successes: 0, failures: 1).
The fog expands a bit farther, to both {DE-22} and {CZ-17}.
DM's Screen:
SS: 4
(Talon is still up.)
Talon will continue down the corridor towards the stairs and down. He reappears 10 feet further down from where he disappeared from and moves 25 feet further. He will refresh Blink.
ACTION: Refresh Blink
MOVE: 10 + 25 feet towards the stairs and down the stairs.
Blink roll 5 . He does NOT disappear
Lot's of stuff ...
DM's Screen:
Talon reappears a bit further into the hallway and continues to run, eventually making it to the steps and going down. He notices that his inter-planar blinking abilities are fading and refreshes them. Once in the lower level, the dwarf finds himself in a familiar short hallway. Making a turn and going through a quite recognizable door, Talon finds Mumed's Ward, where the party regained their strengths before first venturing into the Labyrinth. He instinctively know that he is safe in this room.
OOC: At this point, I'll fast forward a bit so everyone can come back into the game.
Over the next minute or so, the shepherd wraps its tentacles over the fallen warriors and opens their skulls with its hidden mouth. Nox is the first to go, then Le'gal. By the time he gets to Charles, the halfling is almost dead from blood-loss, but the shepherd devours his brain before it gets to that. The shepherd also makes sure to collect some souvenirs in the process. All the while, Graxximus stand over the shepherd, protecting him in any eventuality. Talon knows, that for all intent and purposes, his paladin friend is also gone...
YOU ARE NOW OUT OF INITIATIVE. DO AS YOU WILL.
(@Laserwhit: Would you like to initiate a long/short rest?)
Talon will relax and review his situation. He is still in a bit of shock from the recent events (Long rest)
Lot's of stuff ...
Talon begins the process of letting his body's natural healing do its job.
(OOC: This will take another 23 hours or so, since you guys rested just before going after the shepherd).
Slowly, the dwarf is joined by his old companions' new forms...
(@All: Please introduce your new characters.)
"Rebooting... rebooting... rebooting. Complete. Four online."
Four sits up and gets aware of his surroundings. He is a six foot tall Warforged. He has horns on his head (like an old viking helmet. To the side and curves upwards), but one of them is broken off halfway. He has a darkwood shell around his body, on his chest there is the emblem of a blue eye, but it's heavily faded and almost unnoticeable. His eyes are a blue color as well.
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
Talon glances over as a large robotish looking thing walks in and jumps back ready to defend himself. "Who the @#$%^& are you?"
Lot's of stuff ...
A smaller man nearly half the height of the warforged pushes his way into the room, extending his hand towards Talon. ”Flynric. Flynric Silvereyes, formerly Sigil, formerly Dredge.” The Halfling has a look of wiry strength about him, with a beautifully made sword hanging at his side and a expertly crafted bow slung across his back. Wifts of gray smoke drift off his leather armor, rising and blending in with hair of the same color that comes nearly to his shoulders.
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Four looks at Talon and tilts his head, "Inquiry acknowledged. Proper response: I am Four, formerly Charles Whitebone the Second, formerly Bone, formerly Charles Whitebone."
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Some time later, the easily eight foot tall(or just shy of it) Firbolg woman gathers both enough strength and wit to join the others. A red eye stares down at all past a voluminous green mass of curly hair, taking in all in one slow sweep across them all. She was adorned in a silvery green set of plate that conformed well to her form. And adorning the chest plate is a familiar emblem akin to Jury and Le'gal's own, but green and with noticeable yet thin curling extension akin to vines spawning from the cog-like emblem. A warhammer bearing a similiar design lies sheathed at her hip on one side while a longsword rests on the other.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nox pokes Four a few time in the back with her staff. "You sure you not Jury?" The dark skinned Aasimar has blue marks over her body, The staff she poking the warforged looks similar to Talon staff although having dark glow lingering around. "Anyway wth happened with Graximus? He was chasing me like a mad man."
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A thicc Dragonborn strides slowly into the room. Covered in Redscales that are visible along the forearms and head. The Dragonborn wears a half plate with the Flaming Sword of Tempus displayed proudly. A long sword with similar flame sounds designed in the handle sits on his right hip and a shield on his back.
”I am Graxx. Formerly Graxximus and Grixx. I do not know what happened last as I remember charging into a room and then darkness. I am sorry to hear my prior self chased you. I am glad to be back with you in this more...”
Graxx tightens his first and “Superior form.”
The group is now reunited and fully rested. Mumed’s Ward is as you left it, though Mumed himself is nowhere to be seen.
Where to next?
It takes some coaxing and perhaps a few threats of violence/struggling, but the firbolg woman eventually lets her targets down. Though she remains kneeling, and keeps trying to pet their heads. All while smiling a simple-minded smile whether successful or not in petting the smallest members of the group. She gladly shares a similiar sentiment with Graxx, picking him up bodily if given the chance for a great, big bear hug and a few spins to boot. And unlike the others, there is no "no" or threat to restrain her.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Flynric tolerates PB’s well natured care for a few moments before twisting out of her grasp and ducking away. “Yes, yes, I’m glad to see you too.” He turns to the rest of the group quickly. ”What... happened? All I remember is moving through the doorway, and then the world going dark. Why? What do we know of our enemy?”
Officially Joined the Expanded Signature Club
Will be on Hiatus: Currently Clear
Graxx the Dragonborn smiles a toothy smile at P.B.
"Well... This is a side I have not seen before of you! A welcome one at that."
Graxx laughs at first and then grunts in the embrace.
"My brain was taken... That is just rude... I will have to be on my guard for the future. Is there perhaps another way we could go? To not face this menacing threat? Or do we tackle it head on."
Graxx then raises his eyebrows at PB and Flynric's statements.
"So you went down immediately as well eh? Wait, when you say Graxx wasn't dead. How am I here? Our bodies are being used? That is disrespectful and cannot be allowed."
Talon is pushed and hugged and realizes they are all together again. "OK there are choices to be made. I still have this intricate cube .." He holds up the cube "It works by consuming expensive gems etc... We could try to find a different way around using this device. Otherwise we can return to the danger of the shepherd but I suggest we have a plan before entering that lair again!" Talon looks at the others. "We also have a few cor ners we have not completely studied in the opposite direction within the maze, though things may have changed. In a place like this you never know. So ... do we return to the shepherd and the curse of Graxximus or do we try our hand at another path? I'm still a little shy of the shepherd's area at present but I can be convinced."
Lot's of stuff ...
P.B snickers and starts to reach out to pat Graxx on the head. She catches herself though, and looks away with a really stern expression on her face. "Strange, but not bestial enough to be monstrosity. Sharp mind, but not incline to taunt or demand to be fiend or celestial. Sharp... Sheperd did something to Le'gal in other form. Felt other presence in head for time. Then... blankness... again. Similiar blankness as Jury."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.