"You said the shiny dagger hurt Mama?" Rey carefully pulled out the dagger. "I could probably use it to calm her down." She slid the dagger away again. "Eleanor, would it be okay if I invite my friends up to meet you? They're hurt and tired, and this seems like a very nice place to catch our breath."
Eleanor's eyes go wide at the sight of the silver dagger.
"No, Mama wouldn't like that at all. The only way to make Mama happier is to set the children free... I've been looking around the house and I can't find a way to do that. But I did find the paint and all this stuff to keep my clothes and room pretty!"
She looks around the room.
"I don't think there's space for all those people. Besides, if Mama decides to come out, nowhere in the house is safe."
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PBP "Beregost Blues" - Dungeon Master of Gnome Slaying +5
"Okay, Eleanor, my friends and I are going to try to see what we can do about the children. Will you do me a favor?" She smiled at the girl and her puppet. "Would you keep singing for me? I want to hear more of your songs." Turning, she left the room, and looked down the hole where the staircase used to be. "Hey, guys," she said sticking her head down. Noticing Elaine, she got worried. "What happened to her? Is she okay?" To the others, she said, "Someone throw me a rope, I'm going to secure something up here so we can get up and down."
Stone finally jumps to his feet and pulls the rope off of his pack in the middle of the second floor landing. He pauses to think for a moment at the strange nature of what he's about to do, then throws the rope up to the blind elf above...
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After tying the rope and testing the strength of the knot, Rey climbed down. "She was on the stairs when they collapsed?" She rushed over and checked on Elaine. "Is she okay?"
Stone shrugs the small travelling pack back onto his shoulders as Rey climbs down, "She'll live. Orel has her covered it seems. She needs rest; we all do. We heard just about everything, but tmdid the little girl say anything else about safety?"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Do not be fooled by her words," Orel says. "Something keeps her here, and I don't think releasing her is the best plan." He glances at Elaine, making sure her chest is still rising and falling. "Elaine will need a few hours of rest, I think. Even then she'll need time to heal the wounds she's sustained. My bandages merely stop the bleeding, nothing more."
With a deep sigh he says, "Everyone come in. We'll barricade the doors with everything we have available. We all need rest." He gestures for everyone to follow him into the middle-left room. The only room they actually cleared. "Drag what furniture looks hearty and stable and we'll barricade as best we can."
You settle in, intending to achieve as much rest as possible. As creepy and uncomfortable as the house is, some of you even manage to get comfortable enough to drift off (*or fall into meditation, for our elven friends*) when the nightmares hit. Upon jolting back to full consciousness, a sensation of pure terror grips you. For a moment, you can feel an evil pulsing like a heartbeat all around you. There's a presence here whose malice will not permit you to rest.
The feeling in your bones belies the happy sound of Eleanor's singing from outside the door...
In Dublin's fair city;
Where the girls are so pretty;
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled her wheelbarrow;
Through streets broad and narrow;
Crying cockles and muscles, alive, alive-oh!
(META: Short rest of 1-hour downtime possible, long rest not possible.)
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PBP "Beregost Blues" - Dungeon Master of Gnome Slaying +5
Sometimes, dreams are nightmares. But sometimes, when we are very lucky, our dreams are better than reality... Elaine didn't want to wake up from this dream. She cried out as she felt the warm sun slip away, briefly replaced by a terrible scream and a monstrous vision. The bard woke up crying, her heart beating out of her chest in another panic attack.
"No!" She screamed before her eyes shot open. "Rhys! No, stay with me!" Elaine sat up shakily, realizing that she was still alive and still in the haunted house.
Rey had awoken with a start from a nightmare. She leaned against a wall, trying to clear her mind of the horrid images in her mind, when she heard Elaine yell out. Poor girl, missing her lover. She went to Elaine, and put an arm around the bard. "Hush, now. You'll see him again, I promise. We'll get out of here and you'll see him again."
Elaine shook like a leaf in the wind, trying in vain to breathe deeply to stop the shaking. "If only," she whispered, more to herself than to the rogue. Breathe in, breathe out.
"The source of the evil here, I don't think it's Lord Crain," Elaine said to the whole group. "I saw a man's face, long, drawn, and bony with a strange, if somewhat ridiculous, tiny mustache. He caused what happened in the town last night, and he caused what happened here."
Stone's had his place much like the church the party met in. After the door was barricaded, he sat in meditation just inside enough to intercept anything that would break through. Dreams and nightmares held no hold over him as he did not sleep, in a human or elf sense. Despite this, there was a looming, omniscent presence that seems to share the room with them. Within his meditation, he saw his comrades' representations as he did before. There wss another now, though. It seems to hide within the walls, yet manifest as the entire structure like a parasite within a sickened beast.
(2 Hit Dice spent to rest: 10 hp regained. Back to full 15hp status.)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Orel didn't try to sleep, but when he began to nod off he was immediately awoken by a feeling of dread. He rarely felt anxiety, so the feeling was unsettling. His wounds bandaged, and the group looking much more healthy, he says, "I think this will be the best rest we can get in here. Lets remove those barricades and continue what we've started."
The speculation flying about was interesting. It could very well be a strange skinny man with a little mustachio or an old banshee of a woman risen from the dead. It could be any number of beings that caused what occurred in the town. At least they were on the right path in that it all originated from this house.
Marius Levant leaned against the barricades, hoping that perhaps the feet of the restless dead might make some noise or vibration outside the room and warn of their approach... He watched the steady rise and fall of Elaine's breathing, glad that Orel had been able to stanching the flow of blood from the horrible bites of Mama's nasty children...
It was so different from his normal dreamscape that the warlock didn't even realize he was dreaming until the bard shrieked and jarred him out of the nightmare. He hisses and covers his face with his hands, his body momentarily spasming with pain! Burning all over! It knows my secret! The house knows! The Master will be soooo angry with me!
All of this flashes through his mind in a moment, but he manages to regain control of his face and tries to shake off the agony that scorched his skin and his mind.
He nods and rises at Orel's call and tries to help move the detritus blocking the doors. The others... if they fall, it is over for them. To sleep the long sleep, perchance to dream? But death will only be the slightest, earliest pang of my suffering if I fail here. I must not... I must not!
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Effectively immediately, due to unfortunate circumstances, The Butcher's Bill is no more. Thanks for playing and / or reading. It upsets me that I won't have a chance to reveal the amazing plans I had for this game, but, as the French say, "C'est la vie".
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PBP "Beregost Blues" - Dungeon Master of Gnome Slaying +5
"You said the shiny dagger hurt Mama?" Rey carefully pulled out the dagger. "I could probably use it to calm her down." She slid the dagger away again. "Eleanor, would it be okay if I invite my friends up to meet you? They're hurt and tired, and this seems like a very nice place to catch our breath."
(Persuasion 11)
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Eleanor's eyes go wide at the sight of the silver dagger.
"No, Mama wouldn't like that at all. The only way to make Mama happier is to set the children free... I've been looking around the house and I can't find a way to do that. But I did find the paint and all this stuff to keep my clothes and room pretty!"
She looks around the room.
"I don't think there's space for all those people. Besides, if Mama decides to come out, nowhere in the house is safe."
"Okay, Eleanor, my friends and I are going to try to see what we can do about the children. Will you do me a favor?" She smiled at the girl and her puppet. "Would you keep singing for me? I want to hear more of your songs." Turning, she left the room, and looked down the hole where the staircase used to be. "Hey, guys," she said sticking her head down. Noticing Elaine, she got worried. "What happened to her? Is she okay?" To the others, she said, "Someone throw me a rope, I'm going to secure something up here so we can get up and down."
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Stone finally jumps to his feet and pulls the rope off of his pack in the middle of the second floor landing. He pauses to think for a moment at the strange nature of what he's about to do, then throws the rope up to the blind elf above...
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After tying the rope and testing the strength of the knot, Rey climbed down. "She was on the stairs when they collapsed?" She rushed over and checked on Elaine. "Is she okay?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Stone shrugs the small travelling pack back onto his shoulders as Rey climbs down, "She'll live. Orel has her covered it seems. She needs rest; we all do. We heard just about everything, but tmdid the little girl say anything else about safety?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Do not be fooled by her words," Orel says. "Something keeps her here, and I don't think releasing her is the best plan." He glances at Elaine, making sure her chest is still rising and falling. "Elaine will need a few hours of rest, I think. Even then she'll need time to heal the wounds she's sustained. My bandages merely stop the bleeding, nothing more."
With a deep sigh he says, "Everyone come in. We'll barricade the doors with everything we have available. We all need rest." He gestures for everyone to follow him into the middle-left room. The only room they actually cleared. "Drag what furniture looks hearty and stable and we'll barricade as best we can."
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You settle in, intending to achieve as much rest as possible. As creepy and uncomfortable as the house is, some of you even manage to get comfortable enough to drift off (*or fall into meditation, for our elven friends*) when the nightmares hit. Upon jolting back to full consciousness, a sensation of pure terror grips you. For a moment, you can feel an evil pulsing like a heartbeat all around you. There's a presence here whose malice will not permit you to rest.
The feeling in your bones belies the happy sound of Eleanor's singing from outside the door...
(META: Short rest of 1-hour downtime possible, long rest not possible.)
Sometimes, dreams are nightmares. But sometimes, when we are very lucky, our dreams are better than reality... Elaine didn't want to wake up from this dream. She cried out as she felt the warm sun slip away, briefly replaced by a terrible scream and a monstrous vision. The bard woke up crying, her heart beating out of her chest in another panic attack.
"No!" She screamed before her eyes shot open. "Rhys! No, stay with me!" Elaine sat up shakily, realizing that she was still alive and still in the haunted house.
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Rey had awoken with a start from a nightmare. She leaned against a wall, trying to clear her mind of the horrid images in her mind, when she heard Elaine yell out. Poor girl, missing her lover. She went to Elaine, and put an arm around the bard. "Hush, now. You'll see him again, I promise. We'll get out of here and you'll see him again."
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Elaine shook like a leaf in the wind, trying in vain to breathe deeply to stop the shaking. "If only," she whispered, more to herself than to the rogue. Breathe in, breathe out.
"The source of the evil here, I don't think it's Lord Crain," Elaine said to the whole group. "I saw a man's face, long, drawn, and bony with a strange, if somewhat ridiculous, tiny mustache. He caused what happened in the town last night, and he caused what happened here."
PBP: DM of Titans of Tomorrow
PBP: Lera Zahuv in Whispers of Dissent
PBP: Evaine Brae in Innistrad: Dark Ascension
PBP: Cor'avin in Tomb of Annihilation
Stone's had his place much like the church the party met in. After the door was barricaded, he sat in meditation just inside enough to intercept anything that would break through. Dreams and nightmares held no hold over him as he did not sleep, in a human or elf sense. Despite this, there was a looming, omniscent presence that seems to share the room with them. Within his meditation, he saw his comrades' representations as he did before. There wss another now, though. It seems to hide within the walls, yet manifest as the entire structure like a parasite within a sickened beast.
(2 Hit Dice spent to rest: 10 hp regained. Back to full 15hp status.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Orel didn't try to sleep, but when he began to nod off he was immediately awoken by a feeling of dread. He rarely felt anxiety, so the feeling was unsettling. His wounds bandaged, and the group looking much more healthy, he says, "I think this will be the best rest we can get in here. Lets remove those barricades and continue what we've started."
The speculation flying about was interesting. It could very well be a strange skinny man with a little mustachio or an old banshee of a woman risen from the dead. It could be any number of beings that caused what occurred in the town. At least they were on the right path in that it all originated from this house.
(Short Rest - 2HD - 6HP)
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Marius Levant leaned against the barricades, hoping that perhaps the feet of the restless dead might make some noise or vibration outside the room and warn of their approach... He watched the steady rise and fall of Elaine's breathing, glad that Orel had been able to stanching the flow of blood from the horrible bites of Mama's nasty children...
It was so different from his normal dreamscape that the warlock didn't even realize he was dreaming until the bard shrieked and jarred him out of the nightmare. He hisses and covers his face with his hands, his body momentarily spasming with pain! Burning all over! It knows my secret! The house knows! The Master will be soooo angry with me!
All of this flashes through his mind in a moment, but he manages to regain control of his face and tries to shake off the agony that scorched his skin and his mind.
He nods and rises at Orel's call and tries to help move the detritus blocking the doors. The others... if they fall, it is over for them. To sleep the long sleep, perchance to dream? But death will only be the slightest, earliest pang of my suffering if I fail here. I must not... I must not!
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
GAME CLOSED
Effectively immediately, due to unfortunate circumstances, The Butcher's Bill is no more. Thanks for playing and / or reading. It upsets me that I won't have a chance to reveal the amazing plans I had for this game, but, as the French say, "C'est la vie".