Ira - you look into the pit and see the 2 boys from the stand, apparently unhurt, sitting on a pile of subsided dirt. The pit looks a damned sight wider than the hole you're gazing in through.
Maegla from the clothiers comes running out into the street screaming "My boys! MY BOYS!" but is restrained by a calming constable Harburk while a few of the village elders - you recognise old man Waelvur the 2nd best Wainwright and Albaeri the quarrymistress (You do. I don't care if you've forgtten their names, you met them and chatted and everything) holding people back, calling for calm, assuring them that the children will be fine and the issue will be dealt with. A 3rd man, who from the smell you can probably guess is the Tanner, Luruth, peers over the edge then notices Ira doing the same and meets his eye. "We'll handle this, ghost-man! Don't you be killin' no kids to be your spirit family!" - He makes a handsignal to ward off evil spirits at you.
With a torch down the hole you can see that the boys are not much more than 20 or 30 feet down, and with a secured 50 foot rope you'll just reach the floor. It's like this hole knew all about standard rope sizes. How convenient.
Fiver - roll a ranged attack with proficiency please, for dropping the torch without looking first
Speaking into the tanner's mind "Oi, give me some credit, if I wanted a spirit family I would pick some better kids. Plus I am not actually dead, but statistically am more likely to be dead sooner now I spend more time with Burt"
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Strangely enough the torch doesn't have ranged attack stats. Not knowing if he's trying to miss or hit something or someone he hasn't seen Fiver trusts to the mighty Dee'emm and uses his crossbow proficiency. 18 The info block says a torch does 1hp fire damage if it hits in melee.
Big IF: If Fiver isn't in combat, this is one possible narrative....
Fiver makes it down to the boys, Hello again. He keeps the conversation short, knowing his witty banter often isn't as clever and calming as he would hope. With foreberance, their rescue will be a mere formality. Fiver joins them on the pile of subsided dirt, unties the rope from himself and securely ties the smaller of the two boys.and gives the international (common) signal to Ira to haul up the first boy, then repeats the process with the second boy.
Not sure how applicable stonecunning is on a pile of dirt in a sinkhole, but Fiver cautiously surveys his subterranean surroundings for safety, and then for description and exits.
A couple of perception rolls, which can be used at Dee'emm's discretion as either a generic roll with advantage, or two separate rolls. 919
Guys! You might want to come have a look at this....
Greg will provide muscle to lower and raise with Ira's guidance. We'll get your young limbvendors rescued, ma'am. and to the gathered bandmembers Seems like a promising qwest, mysterious sinkhole in the middle of town, and convenient too. Short commute.I think there isn't much else on offer. You reckon we follow Fivespot down there once the tots are repatriated?
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Fiver - your casually tossed torch mercifully misses the boys, lighting up the cavern below. It's big. Too big for a torch to light it all, though being familiar with life underground your eyes eventually adjust to the gloom and you're able to make out a passage north that looks like it's moving back up towards the surface, and what looks like a large stone blocking a passage east. Your finely attuned dwarven stonesenses tell you that this rock and soil pile will probably hold for the foreseeable future or until it makes dramatic sense for it to collapse.
The boys are overjoyed to see Fiver come to help them. "**** you, you snivveling sack of semidigested seabiscuits!" Bort cries in relief at his would be rescuer. "We must have fallen into the sewer Bort, because here comes a big floating turd!" comes the reply.
Burt - you take 11 hubris damage. This doesn't affect your HP.
Greg - you're more than burly enough to hoist Fiver up and down without a problem. No rolls required.
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Fiver sticks with the plan to get the abusive rescuees out of the pit. Not even going to acknowledge the insults, that's Fiver's way: he may not be a goliath, but as a dwarf still has pretty thick skin.
Fiver has stonesense, mason skills, mason tools, a war pick, the whole kit and kaboodle (except his parasol atm). He's going to take his sweet time assessing the large stone blocking a passage east, and come up with a plan for moving/digging around it. 8
As regards exploring the north passage is it natural or hewn? 19
And that's as close to the passage as Fiver wants to get.
Then, after all that, if the rest of the party hasn't come down, he will return to the surface. Either way he will report on his findings, and await further developments (and reunion with his parasol.)
The Black Knight shrugs with his new shoulders and looks over at the distraught mother, "So, did you like the ham? 'Twas seasoned quite well you know. Several qwests, swinging and rounding up bandits and such. I'd say you got a bargain really. Might have been nice to invite a few nice folks over for a good breakfast though you know. That's all I'm saying. I dunno, say a group of heroic individuals what risk life and limb saving sniveling snots. You know, a bite to eat, a little hospitality. Doesn't seem so much to ask." He looks down in the hole to see how fiver's getting along then looks back at the lady "Uh...umm... Did I say that out loud? Sorry missus. Meant to say, Don't worry lass! Ol' Fiver'll get'em. Great with kids, that one. So... how's your morning going? You know, apart from the thunderous noise and your kids being stuck down in the hole there."
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Maegla Tarnlar, mother of the children, town clothier and an entirely different person to Jalessa Ornra who got the ham (and so much more) just glares at TBK, unsure what to make of his ramblings.
Between them, Greg and Fiver are able to get the kids out of the hole without too much issue (either because they're very light or I can't be arsed rolling for knots and lifts and what not. They thank Greg profusely and scream down a "Lick a cat's testicles!" at Fiver. Maegla drags them off to their house, ignoring their cries both pleading and profane.
So - next? Fill in the hole? Explore the hole? Say more weird stuff to a bunch of townsfolk because your reputation isn't quite bad enough yet?
(just checking for the record - is Jalessa Harbuck's wife? She got the ham arm Burt stole and gave to the constable? Along with the sausage Burt did not have to steal but should not be giving away so freely. I think TBK assumed that the limbpeddlers' mom would have got the other three hampendages from a trade-in. But maybe the kids are smart enough to think that would have been gross)
I think we should explore this hole - I know it's not exactly what you want out of that phrase, Boss, but look how excited little Fiver is. Let's throw him a bone - again, Boss, not the way you usually meant that. Plus, what other qwest do we have pending if not this?
Greg will, if our frontman agrees, find a secure point to secure the rope, adding more lengths if needed. He'll lower the team before climbing down himself slowly and carefully.
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"Um, yeah, what Skuk said," says the knight, not really knowing who Skuk is, but having some inter-dimensional feeling that Skuk, whoever that was, said something that made what the knight had said previously seem like something that should have been said, or at least could have been said. He shrugs his shoulders again as the feeling passes. He likes shrugging his new shoulders. A slight grin comes over his face. Not that you could tell, what with the metal bucket over his head, but still, a little joy in an otherwise... "Oh, the hole. Yes. That seems like a fine idea!" And the knight grabs hold of the rope and descends below with Ira.
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Fiver doesn't give a damn about Tendays or weekdays. Where he is in his own little world it's a CyberMonday, so he rubs some CoinBits (TM) together and upgrades his warpick to a Vorpal WarPick (+0). There is no appreciable change in the weapon, but Fiver does feel a deep sense of community with thousands of other retail-addicted individuals, be they In or Out of the Abyss. That his imaginary purchase may destroy a virtual economy is purely coincidental.
"Fancy you, having CoinBits (TM). And here I am carrying the lowly Bit O' Coin (TM) (C) (Etc.)" the knight says to ol' Fiver. "Still it does seem to do it's bit," he adds as the bits sink in around him, "And like Burt always says, 'It may take a bit of doing but, you have to stimulate the...'" he scratches his head as he thinks for a moment, again, the metal bucket really, not the head, then completes his thought, "Economy I think it was? Anyway, something like that. Something to do with rewarding others while scratching an itch of your own. Pretty sure he said economy. Buying and selling were definitely part of the conversation."
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After raising the kids (not like that) and lowering both the band and the non-playing members (are Fiver and Iradon roadies? groupies? hangers on?) Greg lowers himself, both physically into the hole, and socially in hanging out with this lot. Though he does not have far to fall, socially, being a mutilated monstrosity with what the finer sort consider sub-par wheels. Being seen with Burt might even be a step up, come to think, just not a big step.
But Greg is happy, having the wheels freshly adjusted and paid off free and clear and knowing a new, if slightly worthless, move with them. And an adventure, or qwest!
Surveying the room as he trundles off the big dirt pile (perception 20)I hope we don't have to dig, having already done that today in a dream - though that was cold and white, and in the dream my foals - which I don't have in reality - were home from school due the amount of stuff that needed digging. Odd. But let's see what's with this hole anyway
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Fiver may not be the most experienced campaigner, but offers his two CoinBit(TM)-iths worth: It might be possible to push that rock out of the way, but it's a damn sight easier to push the narrative. How about we follow the largest characters up the open passageway? It may lead up to the surface, and it would be nice to find an easy exit before we crack the page-break.
We have ample fighter types, so I'm happy to do rearguard duty.
Iradon is a better performer than half the party. And only marginally worse than the other 2. Iradon will be casting detect magic at any wills. And staying in the middle
Burt rushes out when he heard something about a hole, but is quite disappointed that it's in the ground. He'll probably help though.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Ira - you look into the pit and see the 2 boys from the stand, apparently unhurt, sitting on a pile of subsided dirt. The pit looks a damned sight wider than the hole you're gazing in through.
Maegla from the clothiers comes running out into the street screaming "My boys! MY BOYS!" but is restrained by a calming constable Harburk while a few of the village elders - you recognise old man Waelvur the 2nd best Wainwright and Albaeri the quarrymistress (You do. I don't care if you've forgtten their names, you met them and chatted and everything) holding people back, calling for calm, assuring them that the children will be fine and the issue will be dealt with. A 3rd man, who from the smell you can probably guess is the Tanner, Luruth, peers over the edge then notices Ira doing the same and meets his eye. "We'll handle this, ghost-man! Don't you be killin' no kids to be your spirit family!" - He makes a handsignal to ward off evil spirits at you.
With a torch down the hole you can see that the boys are not much more than 20 or 30 feet down, and with a secured 50 foot rope you'll just reach the floor. It's like this hole knew all about standard rope sizes. How convenient.
Fiver - roll a ranged attack with proficiency please, for dropping the torch without looking first
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Speaking into the tanner's mind "Oi, give me some credit, if I wanted a spirit family I would pick some better kids. Plus I am not actually dead, but statistically am more likely to be dead sooner now I spend more time with Burt"
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Naw, this isn't Storm King's Thunder. I'm much better at staying alive in this module.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Strangely enough the torch doesn't have ranged attack stats. Not knowing if he's trying to miss or hit something or someone he hasn't seen Fiver trusts to the mighty Dee'emm and uses his crossbow proficiency. 18 The info block says a torch does 1hp fire damage if it hits in melee.
Big IF: If Fiver isn't in combat, this is one possible narrative....
Fiver makes it down to the boys, Hello again. He keeps the conversation short, knowing his witty banter often isn't as clever and calming as he would hope. With foreberance, their rescue will be a mere formality. Fiver joins them on the pile of subsided dirt, unties the rope from himself and securely ties the smaller of the two boys.and gives the international (common) signal to Ira to haul up the first boy, then repeats the process with the second boy.
Not sure how applicable stonecunning is on a pile of dirt in a sinkhole, but Fiver cautiously surveys his subterranean surroundings for safety, and then for description and exits.
A couple of perception rolls, which can be used at Dee'emm's discretion as either a generic roll with advantage, or two separate rolls. 9 19
Guys! You might want to come have a look at this....
Greg will provide muscle to lower and raise with Ira's guidance. We'll get your young limbvendors rescued, ma'am. and to the gathered bandmembers Seems like a promising qwest, mysterious sinkhole in the middle of town, and convenient too. Short commute. I think there isn't much else on offer. You reckon we follow Fivespot down there once the tots are repatriated?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Fiver - your casually tossed torch mercifully misses the boys, lighting up the cavern below. It's big. Too big for a torch to light it all, though being familiar with life underground your eyes eventually adjust to the gloom and you're able to make out a passage north that looks like it's moving back up towards the surface, and what looks like a large stone blocking a passage east. Your finely attuned dwarven stonesenses tell you that this rock and soil pile will probably hold for the foreseeable future or until it makes dramatic sense for it to collapse.
The boys are overjoyed to see Fiver come to help them. "**** you, you snivveling sack of semidigested seabiscuits!" Bort cries in relief at his would be rescuer. "We must have fallen into the sewer Bort, because here comes a big floating turd!" comes the reply.
Burt - you take 11 hubris damage. This doesn't affect your HP.
Greg - you're more than burly enough to hoist Fiver up and down without a problem. No rolls required.
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Fiver sticks with the plan to get the abusive rescuees out of the pit. Not even going to acknowledge the insults, that's Fiver's way: he may not be a goliath, but as a dwarf still has pretty thick skin.
Fiver has stonesense, mason skills, mason tools, a war pick, the whole kit and kaboodle (except his parasol atm). He's going to take his sweet time assessing the large stone blocking a passage east, and come up with a plan for moving/digging around it. 8
As regards exploring the north passage is it natural or hewn? 19
And that's as close to the passage as Fiver wants to get.
Then, after all that, if the rest of the party hasn't come down, he will return to the surface. Either way he will report on his findings, and await further developments (and reunion with his parasol.)
The Black Knight shrugs with his new shoulders and looks over at the distraught mother, "So, did you like the ham? 'Twas seasoned quite well you know. Several qwests, swinging and rounding up bandits and such. I'd say you got a bargain really. Might have been nice to invite a few nice folks over for a good breakfast though you know. That's all I'm saying. I dunno, say a group of heroic individuals what risk life and limb saving sniveling snots. You know, a bite to eat, a little hospitality. Doesn't seem so much to ask." He looks down in the hole to see how fiver's getting along then looks back at the lady "Uh...umm... Did I say that out loud? Sorry missus. Meant to say, Don't worry lass! Ol' Fiver'll get'em. Great with kids, that one. So... how's your morning going? You know, apart from the thunderous noise and your kids being stuck down in the hole there."
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Maegla Tarnlar, mother of the children, town clothier and an entirely different person to Jalessa Ornra who got the ham (and so much more) just glares at TBK, unsure what to make of his ramblings.
Between them, Greg and Fiver are able to get the kids out of the hole without too much issue (either because they're very light or I can't be arsed rolling for knots and lifts and what not. They thank Greg profusely and scream down a "Lick a cat's testicles!" at Fiver. Maegla drags them off to their house, ignoring their cries both pleading and profane.
So - next? Fill in the hole? Explore the hole? Say more weird stuff to a bunch of townsfolk because your reputation isn't quite bad enough yet?
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(just checking for the record - is Jalessa Harbuck's wife? She got the ham arm Burt stole and gave to the constable? Along with the sausage Burt did not have to steal but should not be giving away so freely. I think TBK assumed that the limbpeddlers' mom would have got the other three hampendages from a trade-in. But maybe the kids are smart enough to think that would have been gross)
I think we should explore this hole - I know it's not exactly what you want out of that phrase, Boss, but look how excited little Fiver is. Let's throw him a bone - again, Boss, not the way you usually meant that. Plus, what other qwest do we have pending if not this?
Greg will, if our frontman agrees, find a secure point to secure the rope, adding more lengths if needed. He'll lower the team before climbing down himself slowly and carefully.
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Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Iradon looks around for a bone to throw at Fiver, and coming up short (literally and metaphorically) will descend the rope
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"Um, yeah, what Skuk said," says the knight, not really knowing who Skuk is, but having some inter-dimensional feeling that Skuk, whoever that was, said something that made what the knight had said previously seem like something that should have been said, or at least could have been said. He shrugs his shoulders again as the feeling passes. He likes shrugging his new shoulders. A slight grin comes over his face. Not that you could tell, what with the metal bucket over his head, but still, a little joy in an otherwise... "Oh, the hole. Yes. That seems like a fine idea!" And the knight grabs hold of the rope and descends below with Ira.
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Burt, having filled his share of holes, decides to join the others inside of this one.
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Fiver doesn't give a damn about Tendays or weekdays. Where he is in his own little world it's a CyberMonday, so he rubs some CoinBits (TM) together and upgrades his warpick to a Vorpal WarPick (+0). There is no appreciable change in the weapon, but Fiver does feel a deep sense of community with thousands of other retail-addicted individuals, be they In or Out of the Abyss. That his imaginary purchase may destroy a virtual economy is purely coincidental.
"Fancy you, having CoinBits (TM). And here I am carrying the lowly Bit O' Coin (TM) (C) (Etc.)" the knight says to ol' Fiver. "Still it does seem to do it's bit," he adds as the bits sink in around him, "And like Burt always says, 'It may take a bit of doing but, you have to stimulate the...'" he scratches his head as he thinks for a moment, again, the metal bucket really, not the head, then completes his thought, "Economy I think it was? Anyway, something like that. Something to do with rewarding others while scratching an itch of your own. Pretty sure he said economy. Buying and selling were definitely part of the conversation."
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After raising the kids (not like that) and lowering both the band and the non-playing members (are Fiver and Iradon roadies? groupies? hangers on?) Greg lowers himself, both physically into the hole, and socially in hanging out with this lot. Though he does not have far to fall, socially, being a mutilated monstrosity with what the finer sort consider sub-par wheels. Being seen with Burt might even be a step up, come to think, just not a big step.
But Greg is happy, having the wheels freshly adjusted and paid off free and clear and knowing a new, if slightly worthless, move with them. And an adventure, or qwest!
Surveying the room as he trundles off the big dirt pile (perception 20) I hope we don't have to dig, having already done that today in a dream - though that was cold and white, and in the dream my foals - which I don't have in reality - were home from school due the amount of stuff that needed digging. Odd. But let's see what's with this hole anyway
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Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Fiver may not be the most experienced campaigner, but offers his two CoinBit(TM)-iths worth: It might be possible to push that rock out of the way, but it's a damn sight easier to push the narrative. How about we follow the largest characters up the open passageway? It may lead up to the surface, and it would be nice to find an easy exit before we crack the page-break.
We have ample fighter types, so I'm happy to do rearguard duty.
Iradon is a better performer than half the party. And only marginally worse than the other 2. Iradon will be casting detect magic at any wills. And staying in the middle
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