I will be the DM for the House of Lament. A haunting tale that takes you through a house catastrophically infected with the spirits of the deceased. Send me a message if interested.
Following the directions in the cryptic message you received, it doesn’t take long before they lead you from familiar roads onto a disused trail overgrown by weeds and the roots of spindly trees. A light drizzle begins to fall as you travel. As you approach a wooded crossroads, the leaden rain makes the cloaked form standing there seem all the more unreal. Each of you come from a separate trail, and in the blanket of mist and shadow... none of you can see each other.
Tobin hesitates only briefly when he sees the crossroads ahead. He shakes some of the rain off before striding confidently toward the cloaked figure. "That was a clever bit of wordplay," he tells the figure in the shadows. "So...lead on. Are you willing to tell me more, or are you keeping it a surprise?" His voice drops. "Is it the manticore?" he asks in a more conspiratorial tone.
Brenfaen approaches the crossroads, light glowing from a crystal that he is holding. He then spots the cloaked figure and starts heading over to them. "What did you mean by this? Who are you, and how did you know?" he questioned, thinking that very few should know about what had happened back then.
Standing by the taller figure, Tobin has become visible to the others.
The halfling is dressed simply and could be mistaken for any country farmer at first glance. His black button-down shirt has long sleeves that are folded up to the elbow. His black suspenders are hard to make out against that background. His trousers the off-white of unbleached wool, though grass stained. His hair is unkempt and in need of a trim. He carries a pack over his left shoulder. Small clues do belie the simple appearance, though. He has a small mace within easy reach and a necklace strung with fangs - and some humanoid teeth.
You're still not visible to each other. Still approaching the figure. It's a long road. (OOC: please wait until everyone has posted and I can respond.)
The letter perplexes Tine a little as she opens it, reading the cryptic message. Where most would be weary a smile just crosses her face at the thought of the story about to unfold. She wonders as she grabs her gear about what might be at the crossroads. A small tune coming from her closed lips as she hums to herself. With the drizzle starting she just pulls up the brown cloaks hood to protect her, a strand of bright red hair still visible and bouncing as she just begins to skip through the rain. Her lips begin to just open letting the song out as she begins to sing to fill the misty silence.
Okay. Nobody is near the figure yet. You're all still on the road. Wait until everyone has posted. Treewy and Elsa, you two can't post until you send me your backstories.
Nazan is resilient to cold weather and he likes the rain. It is a good distraction for him to follow the falling raindrops and how they hit the ground. He also likes to wander round without any real goal but when he is given a strange letter he also thinks it could be a good idea to follow those instructions. But be carefull he thinks. Could be a trap. who would want to trap me? he continues to walk and pulls the hood down, now feeling how the rain hits his head. The skin in his face as well as the skin on his lower arms looks paler than the rest and looks dirty and weirdly as if it was covered by a thin layer of scab. They will have a reason He continues to walk down the road, staying perceptive
The figure’s head snaps up, glaring with piercing, yellow eyes. What you took for a cloak spreads around it, revealing itself to be a pair of mighty black wings. With one powerful motion and a blast of chill air, the wings sweep and the vague figure is gone. How do you all react?
Nauan is carrying a spear which he grabs tight with his right hand while his left hand quickly reaches inside his cloack, producing a apricot sized glass sphere.
How far away am I from the figure?
if the distance is less than 30ft I will create a telepathic bond ask mentally in common:Who are you and what do you need me for? If the distance is greater i will shout the question.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Tobin Greenleaf
Tobin's eyes go wide for a moment, then narrow suspiciously. He grabs his mace and drops into a defensive half-crouch, his eyes scanning the sky through the raindrops. "A winged creature?" he murmurs to himself. "That doesn't make sense..." He snuffles as he peers upward, a hundred thoughts tangled behind his furrowed brow. After a moment of futile watching, he realizes that his best hope is that the creature left something for him, and he heads toward the crossroads, his head up.
Tine just stops and looks at the creature as it snaps it head up showing the yellow eyes. Her hand trying to fumble to her side to pull out the rapier just sloppy as she watches the wings spread out "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!"she says walking backwards as she still works to try and pull the rapier clumsily as she holds it in two hands straight in front of her. Her heard moving around looking for the creature as she realizes it has disappeared in the time this all occurred.
Brenfaen was stunned, seeing the yellow eyes and then black wings before it disappeared. What exactly is that creature? He was getting a bad feeling about this, but he needed to know the answers to his questions regarding this letter. So he continues to make his way to the Crossroads as he clutches his glowing crystal.
It's at this point you all draw close enough to see each other past the mist. A few seconds before that, though Tine's frantic screaming can be heard. You all realize that you've perhaps... saw the same thing. And... there's enough paths that lead to the Crossroads for all of you. Six paths. There's six feathers. ... Again. the same amount of people in the group. You would also find a single planchette.
Tobin hears the screams and sprints toward the crossroads. Somehow cutting across, going directly toward the sounds, seems like a bad idea - though he's not sure why. When he reaches the center he skids to a halt and drops into a defensing half-crouch, his mace raised and ready, and calls into the darkness. "Who's there?" He then notices the feathers and planchette.
I will be the DM for the House of Lament. A haunting tale that takes you through a house catastrophically infected with the spirits of the deceased. Send me a message if interested.
Following the directions in the cryptic message you received, it doesn’t take long before they lead you from familiar roads onto a disused trail overgrown by weeds and the roots of spindly trees. A light drizzle begins to fall as you travel. As you approach a wooded crossroads, the leaden rain makes the cloaked form standing there seem all the more unreal. Each of you come from a separate trail, and in the blanket of mist and shadow... none of you can see each other.
Tobin Greenleaf
Tobin hesitates only briefly when he sees the crossroads ahead. He shakes some of the rain off before striding confidently toward the cloaked figure. "That was a clever bit of wordplay," he tells the figure in the shadows. "So...lead on. Are you willing to tell me more, or are you keeping it a surprise?" His voice drops. "Is it the manticore?" he asks in a more conspiratorial tone.
Brenfaen approaches the crossroads, light glowing from a crystal that he is holding. He then spots the cloaked figure and starts heading over to them. "What did you mean by this? Who are you, and how did you know?" he questioned, thinking that very few should know about what had happened back then.
Tobin Greenleaf
Standing by the taller figure, Tobin has become visible to the others.
The halfling is dressed simply and could be mistaken for any country farmer at first glance. His black button-down shirt has long sleeves that are folded up to the elbow. His black suspenders are hard to make out against that background. His trousers the off-white of unbleached wool, though grass stained. His hair is unkempt and in need of a trim. He carries a pack over his left shoulder. Small clues do belie the simple appearance, though. He has a small mace within easy reach and a necklace strung with fangs - and some humanoid teeth.
You're still not visible to each other. Still approaching the figure. It's a long road. (OOC: please wait until everyone has posted and I can respond.)
The letter perplexes Tine a little as she opens it, reading the cryptic message. Where most would be weary a smile just crosses her face at the thought of the story about to unfold. She wonders as she grabs her gear about what might be at the crossroads. A small tune coming from her closed lips as she hums to herself. With the drizzle starting she just pulls up the brown cloaks hood to protect her, a strand of bright red hair still visible and bouncing as she just begins to skip through the rain. Her lips begin to just open letting the song out as she begins to sing to fill the misty silence.
OOC:
Song being sung
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Okay. Nobody is near the figure yet. You're all still on the road. Wait until everyone has posted. Treewy and Elsa, you two can't post until you send me your backstories.
Nazan is resilient to cold weather and he likes the rain. It is a good distraction for him to follow the falling raindrops and how they hit the ground. He also likes to wander round without any real goal but when he is given a strange letter he also thinks it could be a good idea to follow those instructions. But be carefull he thinks. Could be a trap. who would want to trap me? he continues to walk and pulls the hood down, now feeling how the rain hits his head. The skin in his face as well as the skin on his lower arms looks paler than the rest and looks dirty and weirdly as if it was covered by a thin layer of scab. They will have a reason He continues to walk down the road, staying perceptive
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
The figure’s head snaps up, glaring with piercing, yellow eyes. What you took for a cloak spreads around it, revealing itself to be a pair of mighty black wings. With one powerful motion and a blast of chill air, the wings sweep and the vague figure is gone. How do you all react?
Nauan is carrying a spear which he grabs tight with his right hand while his left hand quickly reaches inside his cloack, producing a apricot sized glass sphere.
How far away am I from the figure?
if the distance is less than 30ft I will create a telepathic bond ask mentally in common: Who are you and what do you need me for?
If the distance is greater i will shout the question.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
The distance everyone is at is 35 feet from the Crossroads.
Tobin Greenleaf
Tobin's eyes go wide for a moment, then narrow suspiciously. He grabs his mace and drops into a defensive half-crouch, his eyes scanning the sky through the raindrops. "A winged creature?" he murmurs to himself. "That doesn't make sense..." He snuffles as he peers upward, a hundred thoughts tangled behind his furrowed brow. After a moment of futile watching, he realizes that his best hope is that the creature left something for him, and he heads toward the crossroads, his head up.
Perception: 18 (just in case.)
Tine just stops and looks at the creature as it snaps it head up showing the yellow eyes. Her hand trying to fumble to her side to pull out the rapier just sloppy as she watches the wings spread out "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!" she says walking backwards as she still works to try and pull the rapier clumsily as she holds it in two hands straight in front of her. Her heard moving around looking for the creature as she realizes it has disappeared in the time this all occurred.
OOC:
Perception check: 5
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Brenfaen was stunned, seeing the yellow eyes and then black wings before it disappeared. What exactly is that creature? He was getting a bad feeling about this, but he needed to know the answers to his questions regarding this letter. So he continues to make his way to the Crossroads as he clutches his glowing crystal.
It's at this point you all draw close enough to see each other past the mist. A few seconds before that, though Tine's frantic screaming can be heard. You all realize that you've perhaps... saw the same thing. And... there's enough paths that lead to the Crossroads for all of you. Six paths. There's six feathers. ... Again. the same amount of people in the group. You would also find a single planchette.
Tobin Greenleaf
Tobin hears the screams and sprints toward the crossroads. Somehow cutting across, going directly toward the sounds, seems like a bad idea - though he's not sure why. When he reaches the center he skids to a halt and drops into a defensing half-crouch, his mace raised and ready, and calls into the darkness. "Who's there?" He then notices the feathers and planchette.