Standing in the inner sanctum, a room that was previously forbidden to you. A chamber reserved those who are proven themselves loyal or have been called up by the mouth of Asmodeus himself. You didn’t quite know what you were called in for. But the five of you stand side by side, the high priest standing before you. A tiefling with burnt red skin, horns turned back and wrapped behind his ears. The only thing darker than his hair is his eyes. Dressed in the ceremonial robes wrapped in a sash of a never ending snake cooling around the body and waist. A scroll unrolled before him, written in blood are your names he tells you. The new appointments of the Left Hand: a highly appointed force of the Church of Nine, set to unleashing Asmodeus’s glory to the prime material plane. Standing a full foot over all of you looking down and scanning left and right amongst you all.
”Come, now is the time for your appointments.” He raises his hands up, holding his hands in front and over a bowl. Bringing a dagger across his palm and slicing it open, bleeding into the bowl. Before you there are five stone pillars stretching up from the floor beneath you raising up and turning into finely carved marble hands reaching up.
“Take hold the hand of Asmodeus, lift up the church, and drag the Hells into this world!”
Matteo stands in silence, looking solemnly upon the High Priest as he performs his ritual. Matteo is a human man in his late 20s, over six foot in height, with golden blond hair, resplendent in his armour; he is the very picture of the noble and heroic paladin of stories. A sword hangs at his hip, a shield on his back. An expression of reverence is on his face as he steps forward to one of the pillars and grasps the marble hand with his own. As he does so, he speaks in a soft, low voice, a prayer and oath of loyalty and obedience to the Lord of the Nine Hells, and concludes with these words: I will not fail you.
Drax would stand up straight with a small smile spread across his face as his dark green eyes remain fixated on the tiefling. While Drax was a Yuan-Ti, he kept this hidden from nearly everyone... choosing to regularly change his appearance to that of a bald middle aged man with piercing green eyes and several scars on his face. The man was dressed in fine clothes of Black and gray with dark green accents that matched his eyes. Drax appeared to be dressed more for a meeting with royals and important officials rather than a secret cult meeting. The tall slender man looked to only be armed with a light crossbow on his back and a fine looking dagger on his hip as he approached the stone pillar. reaching out and grabbing the stone hand on the pillar, Drax would reply. "I live to serve."
Jengamyr had long awaited this day. A half drow, he had been pushed to the fringe of society and wandered far and long to end up where he was now. Standing just over 6 feet and shrouded in a crimson robe, he was no stranger to his Patron Asmodeus, or his rituals. A gambler and a cheat, Jengamyr had ended up in service to Asmodeus quite by chance. At the time, so many years ago, he did not know serving Asmodeus would be the most rewarding gamble he would make. Feeling sure that this next step would please his Patron, Jengamyr reached out and took hold of the marble hand, casting Dancing Lights as he did, so that just as their hands touched there was a momentary glow. "Ever in your service" he whispered.
As you one by one grasp the hand sticking up from the pillar on the ground. The marble hand clamps down onto your own almost feels like crushing it. The high priest walks over to you one by one with the same knife.
Zing: “The fifth finger, the one forgotten into the shadows, primed for a strike with precision”. The Priest cuts off your left pinky as it’s clutched in the marble hand.
Petmorn: “The fourth finger, the one of ceremony, honor, and loyalty. Bound forever you shall be.” The priest cuts off your ring finger
Drax: “The third finger. The one that sticks out amongst the crowd by blending in the middle. Ever present, ever hidden”. The priest cuts off your middle finger.
Jeng: “the fourth finger, Power, focus, first to act, the direction through all is lead.” The priest cuts off your pointer finger
Matteo: “The fifth finger, Control, Strength, the pulsing life force that has the ability to crush what lies before it.” The priest cuts off your thumb.
The priest collects each of your blood from the cup. Taking another trip around, announcing you from the blood of the group. As he spreads his thumb across your forehead. The pain stops, you look down at your missing finger and it has been replaced with a black talon shining fiercely amongst your other fingers. “This is a reminder that the power you receive from our Lord, is still dependent on the others to act. Go Forth and cleanse the world in fire.”
Drax would let out a stifled hiss under his breath as his finger is removed before holding his breath as his blood is collected. When the finger is replaced, Drax will allow himself to breath again as the smile returns to his pale and scar covered face. "We will not fail you.. please.. Command us... What would you have us do first?" Drax would ask as he lifts his hand up to his face to better examine his new appendage.
As his finger is removed, Jeng curses in Goblin - a bad habit he picked up playing cards with all manner of creatures in the Underdark. He remembers fondly the first time he realized goblins were easy marks because of their affinity for gold and the ease of which they could later be disposed of, and the gold recollected.
His reminiscing comes to an end as his new appendage appears. "These will serve nicely" he says as he looks to the four others.
Petmorn, a middle-aged gruff looking bearded man with chainmail armor, a longsword, and two handaxes strapped to his belt, looks at his new "finger" with morbid interest and a little unease. "What have I gotten myself into".
Matteo wiggles his new thumb around, feeling the movement, letting the talon scratch against his other fingers, drawing a drop of blood. He looks over as Petmorn speaks, and responds: Something glorious, my brother. What marvels we will accomplish together? His eyes are alight with religious fervour, and he turns to look at the High Priest and waits for an answer to Drax's question.
“There is a temple, a divine prison to the south of here. On top of the barren mountain, go ascend and release the rage of Asmodeus.” The priest dips his finger into the blood and slides it around the rim, a low frequency begins to resonate as he blinks from existence.
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Jeng watches with curiosity as the priest blinks from existence..."No, no, it's fine..we'll see ourselves out." I guess we are heading south then. "The barren mountain...thats how far again?" He fidgets in the pockets of his robe as he tries to remember. 3 pockets into his routine, he feels a sharp bite and pulls his hand out quickly. "Oh..Bartlebee, I almost forgot you were there."
Bartlebee, his owl familiar - small with dark feathers and large eyes - pops his head out of the pocket, looking perturbed. "Yes...yes...I know you feel that way." Jeng says quietly to the owl. "I am sorry. How long has it been since you've had a proper meal. Go, hunt, and stay close this time."((
(1 I'm not sure what ability it is but I'd like to try to figure out if I remember how far away the barren mountain is, and if there are any specific supplies that come to mind when I think about heading there (i.e. is it snowy, high elevation?))
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Drax would stare at his hand, examining the new appendage a little while longer before he watches it return to looking the way it had been only moments ago as he casts disguise self once more. With I smirk, he will look to Jeng "It is a mountain to the south, I am sure it cannot be that hard to find." He would add flatly. As he makes his way towards the exit, standing up straight with his head held high, He would every so slightly turn his head to the side, looking back to the others. "So.. Are you all ready to leave now, or must we stop for supplies first?"
History? 8
OOC: Yeah, Drax doesn't know much about it either lol
Common lore states that the “Barren Mountain”. Is a mountain void of snow in a range filled with snow capped peaks. At this time you’re unfamiliar with how far south or which range it is in.
I've not the means to climb a mountain, but we can surely find that on the road, says Matteo cheerfully. I say we head out. He looks at Jeng's pet owl, seemingly keen to pet it, but holds back.
"While I appreciate your enthusiasm... I think it is best to be prepared" Drax would say as he scratches his chin. "We can acquire some climbing gear on our way out of town. It might be wise to collect additional rations and warm clothes. The peak of the barren mountain is the only one without snow... which could mean that it is warmer than those nearby... but I wouldn't bet on it..." The pale thin man would say as he continued to walk out of the building and into the street.
(OOC: If people want to come up with a quick list.. we can just make a quick.. we buy these things and leave... type post before hitting the road if the DM is cool with it. Otherwise I am fine RPing Drax shopping :D)
(OOC: If people want to come up with a quick list.. we can just make a quick.. we buy these things and leave... type post before hitting the road if the DM is cool with it.
Jenga walks over to Zin..."Don't worry, talons aren't all that bad." "Why don't you come with me and we'll pick up some supplies." Jenga places his hand on Zin's shoulder and casts Guidance just in case he's petrified by the loss of his finger. Jenga turns and walks out to go pick up the supplies he needs.
After stopping by the store, Drax would leave with his pack a little heavier. "Alright, Let's get going... The Cloven is waiting to be released and we have a job to do" The tall slender man would say flatly, devoid of emotion as the sun reflects off of the silver buckles on his belt and fine shoes.
Shoping list 1 x poisoners kit 50g 1 x poison basic 100g 1 x magnifying glass 100g 1 x block and tackle 1g 1 x crowbar 2g 1 x blanket 5sp ------------------------------------- 253 gold and 5sp total
Standing in the inner sanctum, a room that was previously forbidden to you. A chamber reserved those who are proven themselves loyal or have been called up by the mouth of Asmodeus himself. You didn’t quite know what you were called in for. But the five of you stand side by side, the high priest standing before you. A tiefling with burnt red skin, horns turned back and wrapped behind his ears. The only thing darker than his hair is his eyes. Dressed in the ceremonial robes wrapped in a sash of a never ending snake cooling around the body and waist. A scroll unrolled before him, written in blood are your names he tells you. The new appointments of the Left Hand: a highly appointed force of the Church of Nine, set to unleashing Asmodeus’s glory to the prime material plane. Standing a full foot over all of you looking down and scanning left and right amongst you all.
”Come, now is the time for your appointments.” He raises his hands up, holding his hands in front and over a bowl. Bringing a dagger across his palm and slicing it open, bleeding into the bowl. Before you there are five stone pillars stretching up from the floor beneath you raising up and turning into finely carved marble hands reaching up.
“Take hold the hand of Asmodeus, lift up the church, and drag the Hells into this world!”
Matteo stands in silence, looking solemnly upon the High Priest as he performs his ritual. Matteo is a human man in his late 20s, over six foot in height, with golden blond hair, resplendent in his armour; he is the very picture of the noble and heroic paladin of stories. A sword hangs at his hip, a shield on his back. An expression of reverence is on his face as he steps forward to one of the pillars and grasps the marble hand with his own. As he does so, he speaks in a soft, low voice, a prayer and oath of loyalty and obedience to the Lord of the Nine Hells, and concludes with these words: I will not fail you.
Drax would stand up straight with a small smile spread across his face as his dark green eyes remain fixated on the tiefling. While Drax was a Yuan-Ti, he kept this hidden from nearly everyone... choosing to regularly change his appearance to that of a bald middle aged man with piercing green eyes and several scars on his face. The man was dressed in fine clothes of Black and gray with dark green accents that matched his eyes. Drax appeared to be dressed more for a meeting with royals and important officials rather than a secret cult meeting. The tall slender man looked to only be armed with a light crossbow on his back and a fine looking dagger on his hip as he approached the stone pillar. reaching out and grabbing the stone hand on the pillar, Drax would reply. "I live to serve."
Jengamyr had long awaited this day. A half drow, he had been pushed to the fringe of society and wandered far and long to end up where he was now. Standing just over 6 feet and shrouded in a crimson robe, he was no stranger to his Patron Asmodeus, or his rituals. A gambler and a cheat, Jengamyr had ended up in service to Asmodeus quite by chance. At the time, so many years ago, he did not know serving Asmodeus would be the most rewarding gamble he would make. Feeling sure that this next step would please his Patron, Jengamyr reached out and took hold of the marble hand, casting Dancing Lights as he did, so that just as their hands touched there was a momentary glow. "Ever in your service" he whispered.
As you one by one grasp the hand sticking up from the pillar on the ground. The marble hand clamps down onto your own almost feels like crushing it. The high priest walks over to you one by one with the same knife.
Zing: “The fifth finger, the one forgotten into the shadows, primed for a strike with precision”. The Priest cuts off your left pinky as it’s clutched in the marble hand.
Petmorn: “The fourth finger, the one of ceremony, honor, and loyalty. Bound forever you shall be.” The priest cuts off your ring finger
Drax: “The third finger. The one that sticks out amongst the crowd by blending in the middle. Ever present, ever hidden”. The priest cuts off your middle finger.
Jeng: “the fourth finger, Power, focus, first to act, the direction through all is lead.” The priest cuts off your pointer finger
Matteo: “The fifth finger, Control, Strength, the pulsing life force that has the ability to crush what lies before it.” The priest cuts off your thumb.
The priest collects each of your blood from the cup. Taking another trip around, announcing you from the blood of the group. As he spreads his thumb across your forehead. The pain stops, you look down at your missing finger and it has been replaced with a black talon shining fiercely amongst your other fingers. “This is a reminder that the power you receive from our Lord, is still dependent on the others to act. Go Forth and cleanse the world in fire.”
The marble hands release you from their grasp.
Drax would let out a stifled hiss under his breath as his finger is removed before holding his breath as his blood is collected. When the finger is replaced, Drax will allow himself to breath again as the smile returns to his pale and scar covered face. "We will not fail you.. please.. Command us... What would you have us do first?" Drax would ask as he lifts his hand up to his face to better examine his new appendage.
As his finger is removed, Jeng curses in Goblin - a bad habit he picked up playing cards with all manner of creatures in the Underdark. He remembers fondly the first time he realized goblins were easy marks because of their affinity for gold and the ease of which they could later be disposed of, and the gold recollected.
His reminiscing comes to an end as his new appendage appears. "These will serve nicely" he says as he looks to the four others.
Petmorn, a middle-aged gruff looking bearded man with chainmail armor, a longsword, and two handaxes strapped to his belt, looks at his new "finger" with morbid interest and a little unease. "What have I gotten myself into".
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Matteo wiggles his new thumb around, feeling the movement, letting the talon scratch against his other fingers, drawing a drop of blood. He looks over as Petmorn speaks, and responds: Something glorious, my brother. What marvels we will accomplish together? His eyes are alight with religious fervour, and he turns to look at the High Priest and waits for an answer to Drax's question.
“There is a temple, a divine prison to the south of here. On top of the barren mountain, go ascend and release the rage of Asmodeus.” The priest dips his finger into the blood and slides it around the rim, a low frequency begins to resonate as he blinks from existence.
Jeng watches with curiosity as the priest blinks from existence..."No, no, it's fine..we'll see ourselves out." I guess we are heading south then. "The barren mountain...thats how far again?" He fidgets in the pockets of his robe as he tries to remember. 3 pockets into his routine, he feels a sharp bite and pulls his hand out quickly. "Oh..Bartlebee, I almost forgot you were there."
Bartlebee, his owl familiar - small with dark feathers and large eyes - pops his head out of the pocket, looking perturbed. "Yes...yes...I know you feel that way." Jeng says quietly to the owl. "I am sorry. How long has it been since you've had a proper meal. Go, hunt, and stay close this time."((
(1 I'm not sure what ability it is but I'd like to try to figure out if I remember how far away the barren mountain is, and if there are any specific supplies that come to mind when I think about heading there (i.e. is it snowy, high elevation?))
edit: heh. first roll of the game is a crit miss.
Drax would stare at his hand, examining the new appendage a little while longer before he watches it return to looking the way it had been only moments ago as he casts disguise self once more. With I smirk, he will look to Jeng "It is a mountain to the south, I am sure it cannot be that hard to find." He would add flatly. As he makes his way towards the exit, standing up straight with his head held high, He would every so slightly turn his head to the side, looking back to the others. "So.. Are you all ready to leave now, or must we stop for supplies first?"
History? 8
OOC: Yeah, Drax doesn't know much about it either lol
Common lore states that the “Barren Mountain”. Is a mountain void of snow in a range filled with snow capped peaks. At this time you’re unfamiliar with how far south or which range it is in.
I've not the means to climb a mountain, but we can surely find that on the road, says Matteo cheerfully. I say we head out. He looks at Jeng's pet owl, seemingly keen to pet it, but holds back.
"While I appreciate your enthusiasm... I think it is best to be prepared" Drax would say as he scratches his chin. "We can acquire some climbing gear on our way out of town. It might be wise to collect additional rations and warm clothes. The peak of the barren mountain is the only one without snow... which could mean that it is warmer than those nearby... but I wouldn't bet on it..." The pale thin man would say as he continued to walk out of the building and into the street.
(OOC: If people want to come up with a quick list.. we can just make a quick.. we buy these things and leave... type post before hitting the road if the DM is cool with it. Otherwise I am fine RPing Drax shopping :D)
Yes please
Blanket 5 sp
Climber's kit 25 gp
Crowbar 2 gp
10 Pitons 50 cp total
2 potions of healing 100 gp total
rope 1 gp
Tent, two-person 2 gp
Vial 1 gp
Total 131 gold, 5 silver, 5 copper
Plus some warm clothes (they're not listed in the Player's Handbook)
Shopping List:
Blanket 5sp
2 lengths of rope, 2gp
Grappling Hook 2gp
Tent, two-person 2gp
1 Healing Potion 50gp
Total: 56gp 5sp
Jenga walks over to Zin..."Don't worry, talons aren't all that bad." "Why don't you come with me and we'll pick up some supplies." Jenga places his hand on Zin's shoulder and casts Guidance just in case he's petrified by the loss of his finger. Jenga turns and walks out to go pick up the supplies he needs.
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After stopping by the store, Drax would leave with his pack a little heavier. "Alright, Let's get going... The Cloven is waiting to be released and we have a job to do" The tall slender man would say flatly, devoid of emotion as the sun reflects off of the silver buckles on his belt and fine shoes.
Shoping list
1 x poisoners kit 50g
1 x poison basic 100g
1 x magnifying glass 100g
1 x block and tackle 1g
1 x crowbar 2g
1 x blanket 5sp
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253 gold and 5sp total