"I thought we agreed on Progo the Magnificent, and those that follow behind Progo!" He grins at the group. "Progo thinks it has a nice ring to it. The scrawny Half-Orc points the crossbow at the puzzle. "You wouldn't be the missing part of animated armor's collection would you?"
(OOC: We have a few items you can have that we were given to start of you don't already have them. Namely a ring of protection and a health potion)
A fairly common spell, a mage hand, picked up a teacup that had seen better days, filling itself with some dripping muddy water collecting under a parchment that was positioned by a wall.
"Why would *I* give up a perfectly good hiding place from those dreadful kobolds?"
The hand continued, combining it with some...questionable looking plant roots growing out of the cave walls. She looked at it, then looked at the party.
"Oh, where are my manners! Would any of you like a spot of tea?"
Mara has clearly been spending a lot of time in this place. Maybe too much.
"Eh..Progo will pass on your.. ah... generous offer." Progo looks over to the dwarf looking to distract from the tea, "So what do you think will happen if Progo guess wrong answer to riddle? "
“Let’s see, we have a crowned man with a bag of coins. A crowned woman with a jar of honey. And an apron wearing woman… I am thinking the pattern is person/container. Since the basket contains laundry, it is a better fit than saying a plate contains a steak. So, basket would be my guess.”
Thalron will approach the statuettes. Before he grabs the basket of laundry, he looks again at the apron that the woman statuette is wearing. Does it have “food stains” on it? This might change Thalron’s mind at the last second.
On that note, Mara will run an investigation check to see if there's more details to be learned about the statues (unless you want a separate check for each one?)
“Bah, there’s nothing for it.”Thalron grasps the basket of laundry statue and places it in the empty place next to common woman with apron statue. He grits his teeth as he anticipates a trap to be sprung due to his impetuousness.
The four and twenty crows shook something loose in Thalron’s memory. A ditty his mother used to sing to him long ago … It came to him in stuttered waves.
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty black birds, baked in a pie …
The door clicks open and the figure in armour steps back through.
“Well done. Well done, indeed” he nods to Thalron. “You all truly must be more than you seem.” He pauses for effect glancing at Savitri. “You’ve proven yourselves to be a bit too clever and as the gods have taught us ‘without great sacrifice there is no great reward’, and unfortunately a sacrifice is demanded…“ With that he fixed his gaze fully on Savitri and lightning erupts from the floor beneath him. You all watch as Savitri convulses then collapses to the floor, the acrid smell of burnt flesh in the air.
“Now then,” the armoured figure continues nonchalantly as if a brave champion hadn’t just been killed, “what lies beyond the door lies something few have encountered. As you may have guessed, this Cursed Labyrinth is not in the realm you know as your home, nor is it in any other realm you may have heard of. It is built in a demiplane. The great beast has found a way to push through it to pass between worlds. To follow your prey you need only to enter through this door. But I must warn you: this is a one-way passage and you must find your own way home. Fare thee well, adventurers. Perhaps I will see you again, if not in this life then the next.”
And with that he fades out of existence. Leaving you with the door cracked open and your former compatriot dead on the floor.
“WHAT THE HELLS?”Thalron shouts. He rushes to the smoldering pile which used to be Savitri. He kneels down and while holding his nose so as to not gag on the smell of cooked flesh, he probes with his great axe to see if there is any retrieving of Sir Tristan’s great sword, ring of protection, potion of greater healing, or anything else that could be salvaged.
(I thought you were Fred?)
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D&D since 1984
((Waaaait....isn't your character's name Fred? Sorry if it's metagaming, if your character is trying to fool mine, I'll play along 😁))
Edit: lol
"I thought we agreed on Progo the Magnificent, and those that follow behind Progo!" He grins at the group. "Progo thinks it has a nice ring to it. The scrawny Half-Orc points the crossbow at the puzzle. "You wouldn't be the missing part of animated armor's collection would you?"
(OOC: We have a few items you can have that we were given to start of you don't already have them. Namely a ring of protection and a health potion)
Don’t worry, I’ll work it in naturally. Thanks for reminding me, though. 😉
"Solve the puzzle? Heavens, no!"
A fairly common spell, a mage hand, picked up a teacup that had seen better days, filling itself with some dripping muddy water collecting under a parchment that was positioned by a wall.
"Why would *I* give up a perfectly good hiding place from those dreadful kobolds?"
The hand continued, combining it with some...questionable looking plant roots growing out of the cave walls. She looked at it, then looked at the party.
"Oh, where are my manners! Would any of you like a spot of tea?"
Mara has clearly been spending a lot of time in this place. Maybe too much.
👀
"Eh..Progo will pass on your.. ah... generous offer." Progo looks over to the dwarf looking to distract from the tea, "So what do you think will happen if Progo guess wrong answer to riddle? "
(There’s only one way to find out)
“Let’s see, we have a crowned man with a bag of coins. A crowned woman with a jar of honey. And an apron wearing woman… I am thinking the pattern is person/container. Since the basket contains laundry, it is a better fit than saying a plate contains a steak. So, basket would be my guess.”
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
Fred agrees
D&D since 1984
"Progo won't say no"
Let me know what you are doing. All the shelves are within reach.
Thalron will approach the statuettes. Before he grabs the basket of laundry, he looks again at the apron that the woman statuette is wearing. Does it have “food stains” on it? This might change Thalron’s mind at the last second.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
On that note, Mara will run an investigation check to see if there's more details to be learned about the statues (unless you want a separate check for each one?)
Investigation 18
“Bah, there’s nothing for it.” Thalron grasps the basket of laundry statue and places it in the empty place next to common woman with apron statue. He grits his teeth as he anticipates a trap to be sprung due to his impetuousness.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
The four and twenty crows shook something loose in Thalron’s memory. A ditty his mother used to sing to him long ago … It came to him in stuttered waves.
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty black birds, baked in a pie …
King counting money
Queen eating bread and honey
Maid hanging out the clothes
That had to be it!
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
The door clicks open and the figure in armour steps back through.
“Well done. Well done, indeed” he nods to Thalron. “You all truly must be more than you seem.” He pauses for effect glancing at Savitri. “You’ve proven yourselves to be a bit too clever and as the gods have taught us ‘without great sacrifice there is no great reward’, and unfortunately a sacrifice is demanded…“ With that he fixed his gaze fully on Savitri and lightning erupts from the floor beneath him. You all watch as Savitri convulses then collapses to the floor, the acrid smell of burnt flesh in the air.
“Now then,” the armoured figure continues nonchalantly as if a brave champion hadn’t just been killed, “what lies beyond the door lies something few have encountered. As you may have guessed, this Cursed Labyrinth is not in the realm you know as your home, nor is it in any other realm you may have heard of. It is built in a demiplane. The great beast has found a way to push through it to pass between worlds. To follow your prey you need only to enter through this door. But I must warn you: this is a one-way passage and you must find your own way home. Fare thee well, adventurers. Perhaps I will see you again, if not in this life then the next.”
And with that he fades out of existence. Leaving you with the door cracked open and your former compatriot dead on the floor.
“WHAT THE HELLS?” Thalron shouts. He rushes to the smoldering pile which used to be Savitri. He kneels down and while holding his nose so as to not gag on the smell of cooked flesh, he probes with his great axe to see if there is any retrieving of Sir Tristan’s great sword, ring of protection, potion of greater healing, or anything else that could be salvaged.
Mana - Verdan Bard - Dragon Heist
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
Yes, all his gear is left behind to be taken.