"Alright, now is probably a better time for pleasantries. I'm Kiana, your friendly neighborhood Cleric of Amaril. My friend Colm and I are escorting these wagons east. Of course, I doubt we can do much escorting until the sky learns some manners."
After her introduction, Kiana tries to do some investigating, to see what the deal is with the coffins. How many of them there are, how old they are, how recently they were opened, and (most importantly) what the hell kind of giant people they had inside of them.
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Brade smiles to see everyone safe inside. He gives a clearly unpracticed bow of respect to Kiana.
“Pleased to, uh, meeteth thine acquaintance, Miss Holy One.” His attitude is not mocking but a genuine form of rusty respect.
He addresses each of the others in turn, as well.
“Kimo, what a tragic tale, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Colm, I would love to hear some music, I never had a knack for it myself.”
“Ali, may you have interesting and non-dangerous adventures.”
“And Kasymir, we’ve already met, though haven’t had a chance to learn more about each other yet.”
He’ll take back his torch when he gets a chance. He’s so focused on meeting the various people that he’s not paying too much attention to what’s going on in this strange large room.
"Kasymir," he says simply. "Huntsman from the mountains. It is a pleasure to meet you all. Just before the blast, I heard a flute from where we were sheltering. Perhaps it is on this level and someone else is here."
He then shrugs out of his pack and takes out a spare shirt and begins to wipe down his bow, before retrieving its string and restringing it.
The next few minutes were a flurry of introductions and chaos as the quickly forming group took each other in and considered the implications of a giant room full of coffins. As eyes adjusted and nerves calmed more of the room came into view. Scraps of cloth, bits of wood, and bones of all shapes and sizes litter much of the floor. In some places the bones had been pulverized into a white powder. In others they existed as shards. As the group raised their torches high and stepped into the dark to their left and right the gravity of the room became apparent. At the edges of the room on either side small vestibules of bones line the wall from floor to ceiling, some 20 feet above. Brade and Timo braved a momentary glance into the two giant stone coffins nearby only to find them empty. The condition of the other large coffins lining the avenue ahead were impossible to tell without pushing forward away from the door outside.
As the group focused their efforts on ensuring their safety and exploring their surroundings the ominous thud of the stone doors behind them ended the noise of the storm outside and echoed through the chamber.
Brade chuckles at the jumpiness of some of the other travelers.
“Not to worry,” he says confidently as he strides back to the stone doors. “I’m sure the stormy wind outside just pushed the door shut. See, look here, nothing to worry about,” he says as he pushes on the stone door to open it back up.
Outside, the weather is still awful, and dangerous chunks of ice now land in the ground with startling regularity. The wind is blowing, and the rain makes it hard to see beyond a few feet.
Without a torch Kiana was limited to the places where light penetrated the inky darkness of the room. From what she could tell though the larger stone coffins - sarcophagii really - lined the center of the room. Beyond that on either side lay smaller coffins, and then lastly the vestibules of bones that lined the walls. Everything she saw had been opened, leaving only torn cloth and shattered bodies in a few. The bones, scattered on the floor, seemed to be the likely result of years of grave robbing. Whether the rest of the room, beyond the edge of their light held similar findings she could only guess.
Kiana finally remembered that she had torches in her own pack, taking one out and lighting it to get a better view of what lied beyond the darkness.
"Based on the storm, I think we're going to be here for a while. Might as well make ourselves comfortable."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Ali begins a little prayer ritual, lighting a stick of incense and moving the room, referencing her prayer wheel. When she's gone full circle she'll start setting up her small campsite and try not to think about the disturbed remains all about her
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"Those," Kasymir begins and juts his chin out at the coffins, "are almost enough to make me brave the storm. Still, those exploring may need a hand." Kasymir will join those exploring the cavern.
"I found a rope and heard flute music from a crevice up top earlier," he reminds them. "Will be good to keep an ear out also"
Kasimyr pauses a moment, straining to hear any noises that are out of place. The sounds of the storm outside are muted, almost imperceptable except for particularly loud bursts of thunder that occasionally pierce the relative silence and even more rarely send fine amounts of debris down from the ceiling.
The grind of stone on stone as some of his party takes anxious looks inside the sarcophagii, the winny of horses and the creek of their leathers are just a few of the sounds that reach his ears as he listens. Somewhere nearby the woman who called herself Ali was muttering, or chanting as she moved around the dim light of the room. The two remaining guards stand at the door, whispering quietly with the two drivers.
Those who were in the merchant wagon and who had their gear stored in them have yet to retreive them.
"Alright, now is probably a better time for pleasantries. I'm Kiana, your friendly neighborhood Cleric of Amaril. My friend Colm and I are escorting these wagons east. Of course, I doubt we can do much escorting until the sky learns some manners."
After her introduction, Kiana tries to do some investigating, to see what the deal is with the coffins. How many of them there are, how old they are, how recently they were opened, and (most importantly) what the hell kind of giant people they had inside of them.
Investigation: NAT 20! (for a total of 21)
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
Brade smiles to see everyone safe inside. He gives a clearly unpracticed bow of respect to Kiana.
“Pleased to, uh, meeteth thine acquaintance, Miss Holy One.” His attitude is not mocking but a genuine form of rusty respect.
He addresses each of the others in turn, as well.
“Kimo, what a tragic tale, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Colm, I would love to hear some music, I never had a knack for it myself.”
“Ali, may you have interesting and non-dangerous adventures.”
“And Kasymir, we’ve already met, though haven’t had a chance to learn more about each other yet.”
He’ll take back his torch when he gets a chance. He’s so focused on meeting the various people that he’s not paying too much attention to what’s going on in this strange large room.
Ali looks very uncomfortable with the thought of the dead being layed to rest with no inhumation
"Kasymir," he says simply. "Huntsman from the mountains. It is a pleasure to meet you all. Just before the blast, I heard a flute from where we were sheltering. Perhaps it is on this level and someone else is here."
He then shrugs out of his pack and takes out a spare shirt and begins to wipe down his bow, before retrieving its string and restringing it.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
The next few minutes were a flurry of introductions and chaos as the quickly forming group took each other in and considered the implications of a giant room full of coffins. As eyes adjusted and nerves calmed more of the room came into view. Scraps of cloth, bits of wood, and bones of all shapes and sizes litter much of the floor. In some places the bones had been pulverized into a white powder. In others they existed as shards. As the group raised their torches high and stepped into the dark to their left and right the gravity of the room became apparent. At the edges of the room on either side small vestibules of bones line the wall from floor to ceiling, some 20 feet above. Brade and Timo braved a momentary glance into the two giant stone coffins nearby only to find them empty. The condition of the other large coffins lining the avenue ahead were impossible to tell without pushing forward away from the door outside.
As the group focused their efforts on ensuring their safety and exploring their surroundings the ominous thud of the stone doors behind them ended the noise of the storm outside and echoed through the chamber.
“Thundering typhoons!” Colm exclaims in surprise. “This is bad.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Ali looks in that direction to see if it was one of their new acquaintances that closed the door
Brade chuckles at the jumpiness of some of the other travelers.
“Not to worry,” he says confidently as he strides back to the stone doors. “I’m sure the stormy wind outside just pushed the door shut. See, look here, nothing to worry about,” he says as he pushes on the stone door to open it back up.
The door swings near effortlessly back open.
Outside, the weather is still awful, and dangerous chunks of ice now land in the ground with startling regularity. The wind is blowing, and the rain makes it hard to see beyond a few feet.
Without a torch Kiana was limited to the places where light penetrated the inky darkness of the room. From what she could tell though the larger stone coffins - sarcophagii really - lined the center of the room. Beyond that on either side lay smaller coffins, and then lastly the vestibules of bones that lined the walls. Everything she saw had been opened, leaving only torn cloth and shattered bodies in a few. The bones, scattered on the floor, seemed to be the likely result of years of grave robbing. Whether the rest of the room, beyond the edge of their light held similar findings she could only guess.
Kiana finally remembered that she had torches in her own pack, taking one out and lighting it to get a better view of what lied beyond the darkness.
"Based on the storm, I think we're going to be here for a while. Might as well make ourselves comfortable."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
How I'm posting based on text formatting: Mod Hat Off - Mod Hat Also Off (I'm not a mod)
Ali begins a little prayer ritual, lighting a stick of incense and moving the room, referencing her prayer wheel. When she's gone full circle she'll start setting up her small campsite and try not to think about the disturbed remains all about her
Brade pulls the stone door shut with another chuckle, blocking out the nasty weather outside.
"I dunno, Kimo, perhaps meeting so many new people at once after being on my own for so long has made me happy."
Noticing Kiana stray further into the dark recesses of the large room, he suddenly looks more concerned. He calls out loudly,
"Hey, uh, thine worshipfulness, wait for me, thou shouldentest, um, hey wait up..."
He grabs his stuff as he calls out to her and moves to catch up to her.
Colm feels a touch of unease about the coffins, but covers it up easily with his acting skills.
(have we brought our stuff in from the wagons?)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
"Those," Kasymir begins and juts his chin out at the coffins, "are almost enough to make me brave the storm. Still, those exploring may need a hand." Kasymir will join those exploring the cavern.
"I found a rope and heard flute music from a crevice up top earlier," he reminds them. "Will be good to keep an ear out also"
Perception (listen): 5
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
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Kasimyr pauses a moment, straining to hear any noises that are out of place. The sounds of the storm outside are muted, almost imperceptable except for particularly loud bursts of thunder that occasionally pierce the relative silence and even more rarely send fine amounts of debris down from the ceiling.
The grind of stone on stone as some of his party takes anxious looks inside the sarcophagii, the winny of horses and the creek of their leathers are just a few of the sounds that reach his ears as he listens. Somewhere nearby the woman who called herself Ali was muttering, or chanting as she moved around the dim light of the room. The two remaining guards stand at the door, whispering quietly with the two drivers.
Those who were in the merchant wagon and who had their gear stored in them have yet to retreive them.