‘The ogres served Hellenrae, while the Minotaurs appear to have served her superior, based on what we know, so I think the ogres are our best bet, if they haven’t fled already. I’m keen to investigate a couple of rooms before we leave - one of the doors in particular looks intriguing…’
“Ok, let’s go to the front and see what the current situation is. If we can make a distraction, maybe these people can escape. Or perhaps they can go through the kitchen. Hey, that gives me an idea. Do we still have some of their robes? And we know how to make their sign right? Maybe we can convince them that this lot is here to do “kitchen duty”, dishes and so forth, have ‘em start cleaning up the mess we made and that we are “guarding” them, then they can make a run for it out the back door. What do you think?”
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Shrek grunts in approval, and starts to lead the group back towards the kitchen, beckoning Randall to take the lead, hopefully sweet talking anyone they encounter.
Ankita gets up from the floor, feeling better after the short rest. She hopes they can get these prisoners out without any real trouble, they have been through enough. She follows the rest and takes up the rear guard as they head.
It is eerily quiet as you walk through the monestary past the area you had previously been. Strangely the human corpses you left behind are no longer there. The dead Duergar are still there, but the monks are not. You see several dead mice in the dining hall, and a tiny amount of a yellow-green smoke swirls across the floor, as if a heavy fog rolled in and this is the remains after it dissipated.
When you get to the kitchen you see the 4 Ogres lying on the floor, very dead, and a little more of the yellow-green fog along the floor, seemingly going out the bottom of the door, clearly not airtight.
‘Be on your guard everyone, potent magic has been at work here…’ warns Melchor, Hellenrae’s head in one hand, fingers hooked into her nostrils for purchase.
"D'you, you think that undead wizard had anything to do with this? Powerful magic! Did they piss him off so that he let 'em have it?" Olaerys looks around, alarmed by what they have found.
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"Reminds Shrek of home swamp!" Shrek cheerily adds, commenting on the new ambiance. He'll open the side/back door of the kitchen, leading outside, with a quick start and jump out at the ready like he's prepared for a surprise attack of someone waiting outside.
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As Olaerys comes into the room and takes in the scene, he reaches out once again with his Divine Sense, looking for any celestial, fiend or undead within 60 feet. He looks for any sign of movement, listens for any footsteps, and smells the room as well.
Perception : 7
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Olaerys steps over to the kitchen door where everything began in this crazy place, and opens it. To ventilate to the outside and to look for a path for escape. He tells everyone, “Undead have passed through here, I believe it was that powerful undead fella that we met back there. Everyone want to come outside, out of this crazy place?”
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Shrek, poking his head back in through the door and looking rather bashful, apologizes to the gathered crowd for his odious nature, thinking the smell is his alone.
"Wild," Randall mutters to himself. Out loud, he adds, "If you're listening, we much appreciate you asking the ogres to step aside and let us exit."
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Ankita steps outside and checks out the area, making sure nothing is lurking in the outside waiting for them to try and leave.
Perception 22
Everything seems quiet. It is late at night. Hard to imagine with all you have been through but not much more than 24 hours have passed since you got here. The prisoners breathe in the fresh air deeply, some of them coughing at the effort of stretching their lungs for the first time in weeks.
Petra says a quiet "Thank you" and nods, hugging Sandre. After returning the hug firmly, Sandre extends his hand to Olaerys. I do not understand the half of what is going on here but we have a done a good thing today. Tyr would be proud. I must get answers regarding Renwick and his lichdom. We will return to the Keep, and escort these people there. You are most welcome there any time." He laughs as he looks at Shrek. "Please have a bath first however "
Olaerys grips Sandra’s forearm in a forearm handshake, like a true brother in arms. “Thank you, Sandre, and Petra. We wouldn’t have made it through there without you. I am curious to know the answers about Renwick and we may wish to join up again. I would like to visit at the Keep very much. Thank you… and be careful. I see this as the beginning of a true collaboration and partnership between the Order of the Gauntlet and the Knights of Samular. I hope you feel the same.” He gives them both a warm smile, waving to them as they leave.
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Hearing nothing, Shrek points to the direction of the flying cultists tower, and with a booming voice announces "There. Shrek go there next." And in trying to goad the others to follow, he starts down the path to hike in that direction.
It's about a 12 mile trek through the hills to the Spire in the distance. You have gone about 1/2 way when you can make out a small campfire down the road.
You can see several tents and at least one medium sized human keeping guard. It has not spotted you yet.
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‘The ogres served Hellenrae, while the Minotaurs appear to have served her superior, based on what we know, so I think the ogres are our best bet, if they haven’t fled already. I’m keen to investigate a couple of rooms before we leave - one of the doors in particular looks intriguing…’
Shrek lines up behind Melchor, rather impatiently, eager to adventure on to wherever the team decides to go.
"Everybody up! Wakey wakey!" he calls out to the crowd of recuperating teammates. "Time ta go!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
“Ok, let’s go to the front and see what the current situation is. If we can make a distraction, maybe these people can escape. Or perhaps they can go through the kitchen. Hey, that gives me an idea. Do we still have some of their robes? And we know how to make their sign right? Maybe we can convince them that this lot is here to do “kitchen duty”, dishes and so forth, have ‘em start cleaning up the mess we made and that we are “guarding” them, then they can make a run for it out the back door. What do you think?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Shrek grunts in approval, and starts to lead the group back towards the kitchen, beckoning Randall to take the lead, hopefully sweet talking anyone they encounter.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Ankita gets up from the floor, feeling better after the short rest. She hopes they can get these prisoners out without any real trouble, they have been through enough. She follows the rest and takes up the rear guard as they head.
It is eerily quiet as you walk through the monestary past the area you had previously been. Strangely the human corpses you left behind are no longer there. The dead Duergar are still there, but the monks are not. You see several dead mice in the dining hall, and a tiny amount of a yellow-green smoke swirls across the floor, as if a heavy fog rolled in and this is the remains after it dissipated.
When you get to the kitchen you see the 4 Ogres lying on the floor, very dead, and a little more of the yellow-green fog along the floor, seemingly going out the bottom of the door, clearly not airtight.
‘Be on your guard everyone, potent magic has been at work here…’ warns Melchor, Hellenrae’s head in one hand, fingers hooked into her nostrils for purchase.
"D'you, you think that undead wizard had anything to do with this? Powerful magic! Did they piss him off so that he let 'em have it?" Olaerys looks around, alarmed by what they have found.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Reminds Shrek of home swamp!" Shrek cheerily adds, commenting on the new ambiance. He'll open the side/back door of the kitchen, leading outside, with a quick start and jump out at the ready like he's prepared for a surprise attack of someone waiting outside.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
As Olaerys comes into the room and takes in the scene, he reaches out once again with his Divine Sense, looking for any celestial, fiend or undead within 60 feet. He looks for any sign of movement, listens for any footsteps, and smells the room as well.
Perception : 7
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
There's nothing present, but you can feel the lingering remnants of something undead having come through here.
Olaerys steps over to the kitchen door where everything began in this crazy place, and opens it. To ventilate to the outside and to look for a path for escape. He tells everyone, “Undead have passed through here, I believe it was that powerful undead fella that we met back there. Everyone want to come outside, out of this crazy place?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Shrek, poking his head back in through the door and looking rather bashful, apologizes to the gathered crowd for his odious nature, thinking the smell is his alone.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Ankita steps outside and checks out the area, making sure nothing is lurking in the outside waiting for them to try and leave.
Perception 18
"Wild," Randall mutters to himself. Out loud, he adds, "If you're listening, we much appreciate you asking the ogres to step aside and let us exit."
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Everything seems quiet. It is late at night. Hard to imagine with all you have been through but not much more than 24 hours have passed since you got here. The prisoners breathe in the fresh air deeply, some of them coughing at the effort of stretching their lungs for the first time in weeks.
Petra says a quiet "Thank you" and nods, hugging Sandre. After returning the hug firmly, Sandre extends his hand to Olaerys. I do not understand the half of what is going on here but we have a done a good thing today. Tyr would be proud. I must get answers regarding Renwick and his lichdom. We will return to the Keep, and escort these people there. You are most welcome there any time." He laughs as he looks at Shrek. "Please have a bath first however "
Olaerys grips Sandra’s forearm in a forearm handshake, like a true brother in arms. “Thank you, Sandre, and Petra. We wouldn’t have made it through there without you. I am curious to know the answers about Renwick and we may wish to join up again. I would like to visit at the Keep very much. Thank you… and be careful. I see this as the beginning of a true collaboration and partnership between the Order of the Gauntlet and the Knights of Samular. I hope you feel the same.” He gives them both a warm smile, waving to them as they leave.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Looking around forlornly, Shrek announces to the remaining group "Where to now?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Hearing nothing, Shrek points to the direction of the flying cultists tower, and with a booming voice announces "There. Shrek go there next." And in trying to goad the others to follow, he starts down the path to hike in that direction.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
It's about a 12 mile trek through the hills to the Spire in the distance. You have gone about 1/2 way when you can make out a small campfire down the road.
You can see several tents and at least one medium sized human keeping guard. It has not spotted you yet.