Welcome one and all to Tales from the Mists. This PBP campaign is a closed campaign for the players. However, I, The Curator, invite you to read these tales to your hearts content. Please let me know what you think, cheer on these brave souls as they delve into the Domains of Dread.
Night settles around all of you as you make your way down the path's set before you. You notice that as you walk, a dense fog rolls in around you, out of nowhere. It obscures your sight for what seems like hours. Then, out of the dark mists, a single mote of light begins to shine. Your pathway changes to a cobblestone walkway, your heels clicking against the stones. As you approach the light, its source becomes clearer. A single lamp-post, glinting in its own light stands at a crossroads. Beneath it stands a figure, though it is cloaked in shadow.
Wary, Emrys stops, checks his grip on his shield, loosens his dagger in its sheath before drawing his longsword. Prepared for a fight, Emrys advances one slow step at a time, listening for any sound as his eyes scan the area.
Determined to help out Isolde, Sophiel flutters her wings hard to head immediately to the location she was told to go. She stops hovering as the mists roll in and cautiously walks through the mists. She spots the light and makes her way towards it, dagger at the ready.
As the dense fog starts to obscure the houses around her, Nuzar halts and starts to look around, but only sees nothing. Scanning around, she mutters an orcish curse under her breath and starts going forward once again but at a slower pace. Walking and walking., the half-orc kept her nerves still as best as she possibly could, but the misty darkness around her was truly starting to get to her, to kindle those nightmares once again. Her piercing, amber eyes scanned about intensely, her left hand upon one of her blades for comfort, but soon a sudden flash of light startled her and she froze. Slowing her breathing, sweat beginning to form upon her brow, she took a step, but the ground was now cobblestone, she could not sneak around so well.
Trudging forward, she spots the mysterious lamp with the even more mysterious figure under it. Slowly, she started to let go of the blade, reaching for her breast-pocket to produce the letter sealed with the familiar shape that lays before her. Standing as far as possible from the figure as possible, but still close enough for it to observe, she calls out as she waves the letter overhead, "You called for me?"
Ra’Salva fills his lungs with the damp night air. His eyes nervously scan the horizon as he tightens his grip on the smooth black cane that extends into his staff. He neither slows nor quickens his pace as he approaches the crossroads, watching the shadowy figure from the corner of his eye. He readies his staff, expecting ruffians.
Ogden walks forward in the dense fog. His boots clacking against the cobblestones as he walks. As he sees the figure he cliches the emblem forming an angelic ankh, the symbol of his goddess. He quietly murmurs a prayer to her “Everlight guide my way and grant me your protection.”
With that he hold his hand up in greeting to the figure “Well met friend! Are you the one who sent me the letter?” He shouts as he approaches the figure.
The exclamation from the dwarf cause the half-orc to dart her eyes to Ogden, then back to the figure. It looked to be she wasn't the only one contacted... From around her she can also see others that looked to be treating the mysterious figure as hostile. Were they contacted too, or were they looking to assassinate whomever this is? Nuzar just lowered her letter and just simply watched and observed what would happen next.
At the greeting, Emrys dropped to one knee behind his shield, angling it between the figure and the sound. His sword half hidden behind the shield. Someone else and friendly. Well, two against one wasn't horrible odds.
Who else was out there in the fog, he wondered. Scanning the area he began a slow 100 count...
As you all approach, the mysterious figure seems to shift and an arm seems to come out of his cloak. He seems to be holding some sort of cane or staff in his hand. He slowly raises it a few inches off the ground and forcibly strikes it down. Sparkes fly from the ferule as the mists clear back revealing everyone who has been summoned. You can all see each other quite clearly, however the shadowed figure is still obscured from your vision. He then points into the mists and a new path appears. He seems to just stand there waiting patiently, no sound emanating from this figure.
Nuzar freezes seeing the figure produce thr staff, and with its display of power over the mists, she can finally see clearly the others joined at the crossroads. Two men, a dwarf, a tiefling and... a fairy? Hm.
"You all were called to by this 'Curator'?" She called out to the others around before turning back to the figure awaiting and answer from it.
Ra’Salva gives the mysterious figure a grim nod of acknowledgment as he pushes past the others. He proceeds with the stoicism of a condemned man being ushered to the gallows.
Unsurprised by the change in her enviroment, Wraith continues toward the lamp and figure. Her eyes begin to glow, ready for trouble. She suspects this may be the mysterious letter sender. As she nears she can see others approaching as well. Suddenly one of them shouts, "Well met friend! Are you the one who sent me the letter?"
Wraith sees the others once the mysterious figure dismisses the mists. Two humans, a half-orc, a dwarf, and a... fairy. Interesting, she thinks.
Wraith replies to the half-orcs's query, "Yes, I was." She holds out the letter for them to see.
As the fog disappears, Emrys starts to curse under his breath. Spitting, this time for luck against evil spirits, he stands and proceeds with the others. He would attack, but hell, he thinks, it's probably not even real.
Sophiel sheaths her dagger upon seeing the others that have been gathered. She pipes up, ""I've never traveled in a place this foggy before. Maybe this will help." She takes out a torch and uses druidcraft to light it. She carries the torch past the entity and flits past the figure. She says, "Does anyone know where this leads?"
Ogden watches as the mists separate revealing the others that had been traveling their own paths. He just lifts his shield arm up slightly as he continues to walk the path looking to the half-orc "I also received one."
He stops for a moment at the start of the new path as the human pushes past him. He just watches as the man keeps going and quickly speaks up "Maybe it would be good for us to exchange names before we continue on...seems like this might be a situation where there is strength in numbers."
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"I also think it would be best to not draw our arms on something that can not only do whatever they just did... but also reach us in our dreams if you all got the same letter I did." She would call aloud as she watches Ra'Salva march toward the figure which befuddled her.
Nuzar would walk beside Ogden and stand beside him, keeping an eye on the mysterious figure. "My name is Nuzar, I got this letter stating to come over here to help this 'Curator' in exchange for a favor. Guessing your letter is very much the same? Cryptic and all that..."
Nuzar shows her letter and compares to the other letters by the dwarf and fairy.
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Sophiel flutters up to Dwarf and the Half-Orc. "I'm Sophiel, you say you big ones have recieved letters? " The irony is lost on Sophiel that she is barely shorter than the Dwarf. Her gossamer wings flutter with curiosity.
Drawing close to the mysterious figure, the figure bars Ra’Salva from going any farther. It seems there is a brief, unspoken exchange between the two. Ra’Salva seems to whisper something and takes a small object from the stranger’s hand. It looks no bigger than a key. He quickly slips it into his pocket and turns to rejoin the group, acknowledging them for the first time as flesh and blood beings, and not mere figments of his dreaming mind.
”I am Ra’Salva of Sembrea,” He gives a slight bow, “and I too have received a letter."
He produces the letter from his pocket. The man is tall and thin. His clothes are those of a ship merchant, once of a fine quality, though now loose fitting and threadbare. He wears a grey overcoat and black boots that have gone too long without repair. His black tricorn cap has grown dusty and moth eaten. His eyes are sunken and tired.
Welcome one and all to Tales from the Mists. This PBP campaign is a closed campaign for the players. However, I, The Curator, invite you to read these tales to your hearts content. Please let me know what you think, cheer on these brave souls as they delve into the Domains of Dread.
Night settles around all of you as you make your way down the path's set before you. You notice that as you walk, a dense fog rolls in around you, out of nowhere. It obscures your sight for what seems like hours. Then, out of the dark mists, a single mote of light begins to shine. Your pathway changes to a cobblestone walkway, your heels clicking against the stones. As you approach the light, its source becomes clearer. A single lamp-post, glinting in its own light stands at a crossroads. Beneath it stands a figure, though it is cloaked in shadow.
Wary, Emrys stops, checks his grip on his shield, loosens his dagger in its sheath before drawing his longsword. Prepared for a fight, Emrys advances one slow step at a time, listening for any sound as his eyes scan the area.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Determined to help out Isolde, Sophiel flutters her wings hard to head immediately to the location she was told to go. She stops hovering as the mists roll in and cautiously walks through the mists. She spots the light and makes her way towards it, dagger at the ready.
As the dense fog starts to obscure the houses around her, Nuzar halts and starts to look around, but only sees nothing. Scanning around, she mutters an orcish curse under her breath and starts going forward once again but at a slower pace. Walking and walking., the half-orc kept her nerves still as best as she possibly could, but the misty darkness around her was truly starting to get to her, to kindle those nightmares once again. Her piercing, amber eyes scanned about intensely, her left hand upon one of her blades for comfort, but soon a sudden flash of light startled her and she froze. Slowing her breathing, sweat beginning to form upon her brow, she took a step, but the ground was now cobblestone, she could not sneak around so well.
Trudging forward, she spots the mysterious lamp with the even more mysterious figure under it. Slowly, she started to let go of the blade, reaching for her breast-pocket to produce the letter sealed with the familiar shape that lays before her. Standing as far as possible from the figure as possible, but still close enough for it to observe, she calls out as she waves the letter overhead, "You called for me?"
Ra’Salva fills his lungs with the damp night air. His eyes nervously scan the horizon as he tightens his grip on the smooth black cane that extends into his staff. He neither slows nor quickens his pace as he approaches the crossroads, watching the shadowy figure from the corner of his eye. He readies his staff, expecting ruffians.
Ogden walks forward in the dense fog. His boots clacking against the cobblestones as he walks. As he sees the figure he cliches the emblem forming an angelic ankh, the symbol of his goddess. He quietly murmurs a prayer to her “Everlight guide my way and grant me your protection.”
With that he hold his hand up in greeting to the figure “Well met friend! Are you the one who sent me the letter?” He shouts as he approaches the figure.
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
The exclamation from the dwarf cause the half-orc to dart her eyes to Ogden, then back to the figure. It looked to be she wasn't the only one contacted... From around her she can also see others that looked to be treating the mysterious figure as hostile. Were they contacted too, or were they looking to assassinate whomever this is? Nuzar just lowered her letter and just simply watched and observed what would happen next.
At the greeting, Emrys dropped to one knee behind his shield, angling it between the figure and the sound. His sword half hidden behind the shield. Someone else and friendly. Well, two against one wasn't horrible odds.
Who else was out there in the fog, he wondered. Scanning the area he began a slow 100 count...
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
As you all approach, the mysterious figure seems to shift and an arm seems to come out of his cloak. He seems to be holding some sort of cane or staff in his hand. He slowly raises it a few inches off the ground and forcibly strikes it down. Sparkes fly from the ferule as the mists clear back revealing everyone who has been summoned. You can all see each other quite clearly, however the shadowed figure is still obscured from your vision. He then points into the mists and a new path appears. He seems to just stand there waiting patiently, no sound emanating from this figure.
Nuzar freezes seeing the figure produce thr staff, and with its display of power over the mists, she can finally see clearly the others joined at the crossroads. Two men, a dwarf, a tiefling and... a fairy? Hm.
"You all were called to by this 'Curator'?" She called out to the others around before turning back to the figure awaiting and answer from it.
Ra’Salva gives the mysterious figure a grim nod of acknowledgment as he pushes past the others. He proceeds with the stoicism of a condemned man being ushered to the gallows.
Unsurprised by the change in her enviroment, Wraith continues toward the lamp and figure. Her eyes begin to glow, ready for trouble. She suspects this may be the mysterious letter sender. As she nears she can see others approaching as well. Suddenly one of them shouts, "Well met friend! Are you the one who sent me the letter?"
Wraith sees the others once the mysterious figure dismisses the mists. Two humans, a half-orc, a dwarf, and a... fairy. Interesting, she thinks.
Wraith replies to the half-orcs's query, "Yes, I was." She holds out the letter for them to see.
She makes note of the brusque human's actions.
As the fog disappears, Emrys starts to curse under his breath. Spitting, this time for luck against evil spirits, he stands and proceeds with the others. He would attack, but hell, he thinks, it's probably not even real.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Sophiel sheaths her dagger upon seeing the others that have been gathered. She pipes up, ""I've never traveled in a place this foggy before. Maybe this will help." She takes out a torch and uses druidcraft to light it. She carries the torch past the entity and flits past the figure. She says, "Does anyone know where this leads?"
Ogden watches as the mists separate revealing the others that had been traveling their own paths. He just lifts his shield arm up slightly as he continues to walk the path looking to the half-orc "I also received one."
He stops for a moment at the start of the new path as the human pushes past him. He just watches as the man keeps going and quickly speaks up "Maybe it would be good for us to exchange names before we continue on...seems like this might be a situation where there is strength in numbers."
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
Those of you who choose to show you're letters to each other, I need Perception checks.
"I also think it would be best to not draw our arms on something that can not only do whatever they just did... but also reach us in our dreams if you all got the same letter I did." She would call aloud as she watches Ra'Salva march toward the figure which befuddled her.
Nuzar would walk beside Ogden and stand beside him, keeping an eye on the mysterious figure. "My name is Nuzar, I got this letter stating to come over here to help this 'Curator' in exchange for a favor. Guessing your letter is very much the same? Cryptic and all that..."
Nuzar shows her letter and compares to the other letters by the dwarf and fairy.
Perception: 19
Sophiel flutters up to Dwarf and the Half-Orc. "I'm Sophiel, you say you big ones have recieved letters? " The irony is lost on Sophiel that she is barely shorter than the Dwarf. Her gossamer wings flutter with curiosity.
Perception:3
Drawing close to the mysterious figure, the figure bars Ra’Salva from going any farther. It seems there is a brief, unspoken exchange between the two. Ra’Salva seems to whisper something and takes a small object from the stranger’s hand. It looks no bigger than a key. He quickly slips it into his pocket and turns to rejoin the group, acknowledging them for the first time as flesh and blood beings, and not mere figments of his dreaming mind.
”I am Ra’Salva of Sembrea,” He gives a slight bow, “and I too have received a letter."
He produces the letter from his pocket. The man is tall and thin. His clothes are those of a ship merchant, once of a fine quality, though now loose fitting and threadbare. He wears a grey overcoat and black boots that have gone too long without repair. His black tricorn cap has grown dusty and moth eaten. His eyes are sunken and tired.