Daffafle follows the dwarf, waving Alysa to follow. “What sorts of “nasty things” did you find in the tunnel?” she asks Khaz, voice low, glancing at any passerby as they make their way to the farm.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
“Daffaffle, I think your end may be connected to our end. Do you need a breather?” Bart says with sort of a gag, as they all just reek of death at this point.
Bart will also discuss what they found, trying to come to his own conclusions about what it was.
"By the Raven's Queen's feathers," Daffafle holds her nose, flinching. "I think the less breathing I can do right now the better. I'm ready to get this done, then escort you all to a bath."
After listening to Bart's explanation, the halfing nods, squinting as she ponders. "Perhaps the "good" Lady Melyne may be more involved in the necrotic conspiracy than we thought. Perhaps her daughter is innocent after all. I suppose the tunnels are the only place evidence can be found."
Wulcrath takes his backpack off once again, removing another torch and reaching into his pocket for his Tinderbox only to realize he loaned it Khazan, and it was never returned.
He lets out a quiet groan as his eyes wander to the Torch in his hand, before an idea strikes him... His eyes lighting up a bit with the revelation.
("Maybe I can?...")
He brings the Torch close to his mouth, before letting out a puff of fire, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face as the Torch takes the flame.
"Ha... Nice."
He takes his torch in his Sheild Arm's hand, and decends into the cave after Bart.
Thanks to Wulcrath’s torch, the oppressive darkness isn’t so close and with people around the silence doesn’t linger. Skittering crawlies scatter as the walls are coated soft cold mould.
Walking past the place you think you encountered the undead, you come to a fork in the halls; straight on with a small steer to the right, or a sharp left.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Khaz follows Bart and Wulcrath into the tunnel, gripping his greataxe with both hands ,trying to be as stealthy as a dwarf wielding a two handed weapon can be, while being alert of any sound that might indicate an ambush.
Aazel brings up the rear of the group, watching and listening carefully to ensure nothing comes from behind them. Also checking carefully for any side passages.
((I am about to fly to the USA for a month-long holiday with the family. I will still be able to post regularly, but will be on a plane or dealing with airports for the next day. just a heads up.))
((Thanks for letting us know! Indeed, have a great time in the US!))
With Bartleading, he guides the team up some stone steps large antechamber Now derelict, it is still held by pillars of dark stone with the torchling catching old trimmings of silver. Crumbled pots and torch-stands devoid of all heat. Further, there a broken in door to the main space which is also in a decrepit state due to, what you can only guess, time. The colder is is filled with rot, a mist webs around the feet...
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Moving as quietly as she can, Daffafle examines some of the broken pottery, attempting to find any engravings or hint as to the history or designers of the piece.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Khazan moves towards one of the black stone pillars as quietly as a dwarf can and puts a hand on it, studying the pillar. Trying to see if he can recall what kind pillar it might be and what civilization or cult might have made it.
Bartadvances on, his hereditary darkvision allows him to ease over and past anything that would impede his movements.
His eyes scan the area revealing no obvious threats. Although passed a fallen pillar is raised platform, upon it side by side large rectangular containers seemingly made of stone. In front of that is something more eye-catching...
A cut, black gemstone, large enough it should be held with both hands, twinkles as it rests on an intricate frame.
In the thick silence he hears Wulcrathshudder behind him with his torch.
========
Daffaflescans the bits of pieces of pottery. There is a frame of one she makes out words in Abyssal; dried soulink petals. On another, it reads; mulch from the garden of moonless night. A small unbroken vase reads sands from the tear-less desert. It becomes clear the vases held organic harmful reagents, but a great deal of time as reduced a lot of them to nothing more than residue.
==========
Khazaneyes the pillar, placing an open hand on it. The stone is of good, dense quality, nothing he can name this close to the surface. He can make the smoothness is eerily smooth, surely not worked by hands folk of earth. It's dark colour, and imposing height; this was built for a temple of some sort.
((I forgot to include Alysa Dsa in the last map, she simply stands with Daffafle and keeping watch - If there is any issue telling Aazeland Alysa apart, let me know))
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Daffafle follows the dwarf, waving Alysa to follow.
“What sorts of “nasty things” did you find in the tunnel?” she asks Khaz, voice low, glancing at any passerby as they make their way to the farm.
Alysa Dsa gives a nod, a promise to follow, but stop to give some acolytes firm and discreet instructions before catching up.
Khazan and Daffafle do not get far before bumping into Aazel, Bart and Wulcrath. Together they make their way to the farm house...
“Daffaffle, I think your end may be connected to our end. Do you need a breather?” Bart says with sort of a gag, as they all just reek of death at this point.
Bart will also discuss what they found, trying to come to his own conclusions about what it was.
arcana 20
Paladin - warforged - orange
"By the Raven's Queen's feathers," Daffafle holds her nose, flinching. "I think the less breathing I can do right now the better. I'm ready to get this done, then escort you all to a bath."
After listening to Bart's explanation, the halfing nods, squinting as she ponders. "Perhaps the "good" Lady Melyne may be more involved in the necrotic conspiracy than we thought. Perhaps her daughter is innocent after all. I suppose the tunnels are the only place evidence can be found."
“Let’s keep an open mind, and go find out for ourselves.” Bart leads the way back into the tunnels.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath takes his backpack off once again, removing another torch and reaching into his pocket for his Tinderbox only to realize he loaned it Khazan, and it was never returned.
He lets out a quiet groan as his eyes wander to the Torch in his hand, before an idea strikes him... His eyes lighting up a bit with the revelation.
("Maybe I can?...")
He brings the Torch close to his mouth, before letting out a puff of fire, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face as the Torch takes the flame.
"Ha... Nice."
He takes his torch in his Sheild Arm's hand, and decends into the cave after Bart.
Thanks to Wulcrath’s torch, the oppressive darkness isn’t so close and with people around the silence doesn’t linger. Skittering crawlies scatter as the walls are coated soft cold mould.
Walking past the place you think you encountered the undead, you come to a fork in the halls; straight on with a small steer to the right, or a sharp left.
Bart leads the way, taking the sharp left. He's moving slowly, and quietly now, keeping an eye out for danger.
stealth 8
perception/investigation 16
Paladin - warforged - orange
Khaz follows Bart and Wulcrath into the tunnel, gripping his greataxe with both hands ,trying to be as stealthy as a dwarf wielding a two handed weapon can be, while being alert of any sound that might indicate an ambush.
Stealth: 21
Perception: 15
Wulcrath carefully follows behind Bart, taking care to watch the path illuminated by his torch, his eyes darting to what his torch lets him see.
Holding back a few gags from the smell, and secretly dreading another encounter with one of those... Things. He continues following Bart's lead.
Stealth - 6
Aazel brings up the rear of the group, watching and listening carefully to ensure nothing comes from behind them. Also checking carefully for any side passages.
((I am about to fly to the USA for a month-long holiday with the family. I will still be able to post regularly, but will be on a plane or dealing with airports for the next day. just a heads up.))
(No worries, have fun on your holiday)
((Thanks for letting us know! Indeed, have a great time in the US!))
With Bart leading, he guides the team up some stone steps large antechamber Now derelict, it is still held by pillars of dark stone with the torchling catching old trimmings of silver. Crumbled pots and torch-stands devoid of all heat. Further, there a broken in door to the main space which is also in a decrepit state due to, what you can only guess, time. The colder is is filled with rot, a mist webs around the feet...
(1sq = 10ft)
(Dang these maps are great, nice work)
Bart continues to sneak along, looking for traps as he goes
stealth 21
perception/investigation 9
Paladin - warforged - orange
Moving as quietly as she can, Daffafle examines some of the broken pottery, attempting to find any engravings or hint as to the history or designers of the piece.
Stealth 9
investigation/arcana: 3
Wulcrath continues to follow Bart, his eyes wandering the room, taking in what his Torch will let him.
He shudders a bit as he continues crouched a bit lower, the quiet stillness of the cavern unsettling him...
Stealth - 6
Khazan moves towards one of the black stone pillars as quietly as a dwarf can and puts a hand on it, studying the pillar. Trying to see if he can recall what kind pillar it might be and what civilization or cult might have made it.
Stealth:3
History:7
Bart advances on, his hereditary darkvision allows him to ease over and past anything that would impede his movements.
His eyes scan the area revealing no obvious threats. Although passed a fallen pillar is raised platform, upon it side by side large rectangular containers seemingly made of stone. In front of that is something more eye-catching...
A cut, black gemstone, large enough it should be held with both hands, twinkles as it rests on an intricate frame.
In the thick silence he hears Wulcrath shudder behind him with his torch.
========
Daffafle scans the bits of pieces of pottery. There is a frame of one she makes out words in Abyssal; dried soulink petals. On another, it reads; mulch from the garden of moonless night. A small unbroken vase reads sands from the tear-less desert. It becomes clear the vases held organic harmful reagents, but a great deal of time as reduced a lot of them to nothing more than residue.
==========
Khazan eyes the pillar, placing an open hand on it. The stone is of good, dense quality, nothing he can name this close to the surface. He can make the smoothness is eerily smooth, surely not worked by hands folk of earth. It's dark colour, and imposing height; this was built for a temple of some sort.
((I forgot to include Alysa Dsa in the last map, she simply stands with Daffafle and keeping watch - If there is any issue telling Aazel and Alysa apart, let me know))