Arthasis would see the item clearer, as he had to step deeper into the 'foliage' to find it. As he approached, the glinting would stop, the item was lodged into the side of a moderately sized fungus, that seemed to be alone in a small clearing. The object he had noticed seemed to be.... an eye? The eye looks like a bloodshot organ torn free from the socket, it seemed initially inert but just before Arthasis would give up on it in frustration, he would feel the raw, arcing, thrum of it's power, just being near it, he could tell that this eye held powers that could crumble the weave of magic it'self if it was still with it's original owner, and bring death to entire nations. All this, Arthasis would see flash before his eyes, in his minds eye.
Arthasis could feel the power emitting for the wonderous eye in his hand. He didn’t know how it ended to be here but the visions it evoked as the warlock touched it intrigued him. He picked it up and took a few steps to find a comfortable place to study this artifact. “What are you now?”, he mumbled to himself. Sitting there, he tried to remember if he ever came across something, some piece of knowledge that could explain what he just found here. Maybe his Patron could give him some insight. One thing was certain, Arthasis wasn’t about to give it up.
As the item was plucked from the fungi, just before Arthasis' thoughts could properly begin to attempt to understand the wondrous Artifact in his hands, the very fungi it was taken from began to make an ear-piercing howl, much like a kettle does when it's boiling over. No more voices joined the chorus, but this one was painful to hear. Aside from it's incessant screaming, the fungus didn't seem about to attack.
Back at camp, everyone could hear the shrieking easily, as it echoed loudly across the entire cavern.
Arthasis jumped to his feet knowing that he had to shut this thing up as soon as possible. He Hexed his target and hurled an Eldritch Blast at it. Attack: 10 Damage: 6
"Guys!", he shouted towards the rest of the group pointing at the fungus, "This thing has to die!"Arthasis started to Dash towards the rest of the group trying to get as much distance between him and the fungus.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
At Blurg's last comment about his condition, Immotichey just stares, unblinking, for a few moments at the orog's observation. "I think the spores may have clouded your judgement." Shaking his head he walks away to to let the orog rest, and to forage the area for folks and water.
Not getting too far into his task, the druid is interrupted by a scream and looks up to find Arthasis running towards them. With the screaming apparently coming from one of the larger fungi. Thinking this would surely attract something, he launches a firebolt at the mushroom
The flame would deftly thread the needle as it passed through many many other fungi, as Arthasis had been relatively deep in the 'brush' and manages to hit it. The shreiking mushroom's warble fades to a whisper, as it dies, the flame so intense however that it ignites, catching fire. The flame raging, as it begins to feed off the fungus. If not for that particular one being in a clearing, the fire may have spread farther. It was luck that it did not, and eventually eeked out.
The Orog shrugs a bit at Immotichey's rejection, somewhat having expected it, as Lizardfolk had little to no natural emotion. He had hoped however that the faezress may have also altered his personality, after seeing Immo flush with embarrassment.
The eye continued to thrum with raw, unadulterated power in Arthasis hand, as he would approach the group, everyone else could feel it radiate as well.
Arthasis, now that the commotion had died down, would remember that tug he'd felt in the moment he'd began to scan his magical memories. The faintest recollection of ancient lore would come back to him. Arthasis likely had considered necromancy at some point in his life, and perhaps he snuck into a library's 'forbidden' section. Something about a lich who was betrayed by his own lieutenant, and that his body had been scattered to the many planes of existence. This meant that some stroke of fate had been strung in Arthasis' favor, this was a sign of his great destiny.. if only he could solve it's puzzle. In his hands he held an eye..... an eye...... he knew the key to solving this puzzle, involved the eye if only he could find out where it fit.
As Arthasis stands there, holding the eye in his hands, Chubby casts a weary eye on him. "What in the blazes of the nine hells do ya got there, laddy?! For some odd reason, I can feel it....and that makes my tummy feel queasy again." Chubby is beginning to look a little green, but the queasiness rapidly fades as he chokes down the bile that started to rise within himself.
Arthasis breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the last flame finally expired. “Thank you.”, the warlock said sincerely but ignored the inquiry on what he had been doing there. He tried to block out the dwarf as well but then said tentatively , “It is something I found. Quite a curious thing. I will have to study it.” He again look for a quiet place, his mind exclusively focused on the eye in his hands. The power it emitted was palpable and almost hypnotic. How could something like it end up in this forsaken place. Trying to figure out what he had found, Arthasis remembered a few pieces of knowledge he encountered when initially studying the pact he had struck with his patron. “The eye of a lich.”, he mumbled to himself thinking about the immense power the original owner must have had. Though for all the power it was radiating, the warlock had no idea how he could make it his own. Just touching the eye didn’t seem to accomplish anything. Liches were known to sever and reattach parts of their bodies as they saw fit but Arthasis wasn’t a lich. More importantly he had not the slightest clue what powers this eye could unleash. Feeling that it was considerable more powerful than himself, this artifact could prove extremely dangerous. The warlock decided to sleep on it. Maybe his patron would grant him a vision of what he should do with the eye. He stowed it in a pouch tying it tightly to his neck. Then, after eating one of group’s rations he would lay down to rest. “Wake me for my watch.”, he said before slowly drifting away.
Just as Arthasis lay down, he felt he had been ever so close to unlocking the secret, perhaps even had stumbled upon, and then over the answer so only time would tell if he could catch his mistake.
The eye would continue to thrum out power for at-least 30 feet around Arthasis, the pulsing causing everyone to feel a mixture of fear, and awe.
You may RP with eachother or 'go to sleep' at this point. The area seems safe, the only threats now having been eliminated.
Evrik seemed exhausted after the combinations of the days events, his recent multicasting within a short period of time, all the noise, and fighting. He would find a spot that suited his comfort, and sit down to pray silently. Praying over their journey, and fates, asking his patron(s) for guidance, before passing out while still in prayer. He seemed utterly tired, and bereft. Passing out on the spot.
(I don't know if Penguini wants me to get specific, so I won't, but he's in a bad situation right now, so keep your fingers crossed or prayers out or whatever it would be you would do for him)
Chubby's eyes grow bigger than saucers, like he suddenly realized something uber important. Awakening with a sudden energy, he stands up, and with undulating fat folds swaying around like a flowing cloak, somehow casts Dispel Magic (not knowing how he managed it, since he's a dumb galoot fighter). Perhaps the gods granted him this one-time gift, to help out someone named "Penguini"? He then mumbles to himself, "May my magical powers help you in your time of dire need, dispelling away your pain and sorrow, my friend." With that, Chubby's eye's roll back into his head, and he collapses back into a heap of snoring, furry mass.
Evrik wakes from an uneasy sleep. His dreams were of howling winds and rains but alas as morning broke all was still well. He looked around and gathered his thoughts. "My thanks to you all for your guidance through the dark night. I fear there is still more to weather but may the blessings of the gods keep our eyes ahead. I am still not quite myself but feel that the next day shall rejuvenate me. For now my power is quite low."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
With most of the other down for a rest, Immotichey takes some time during his watch to look for anything that may provide food, drink or other benefit for the party.
This night his slumber wasn’t deep and dreamless. Visions of an ambiguous nature haunted his sleep, all of them had in common one single theme. Power. Unlimited and untamed power. In his dreams this power always overwhelmed or eluded him. The warlock just couldn’t seem to control it and in the end one way or another it always destroyed him. Having dreamed for several hours, Arthasis finally felt that it was time to wake up. But he couldn’t. Trapped in his own body, panic set in as he desperately tried to force his eyes open. In the distance he heard a low growl coming closer turning slowly into vicious laughter. “Pitiful creature.”, the familiar voice of his patron exclaimed. “Tampering with powers which are far beyond you.” The laughter was violent almost hurting in a physical sense, “You want to make this power your own but you’re not making IT your own. There is always a price, always a sacrifice. You should know this be now.” With that the warlock snapped out of the dream back into the harsh reality. Instinctively he grabbed the pouch hanging form his neck, which contained the eye. Did his patron really suggest what he thought? He couldn’t just replace one of his eyes with this monstrosity, or could he? If so it also meant that he had to get rid of one in the first place. Unthinkable. Still, the power radiating from this artifact was tempting him, seducing him. Arthasis felt that it was only a matter of time before he would give in and so he decided to come up with a plan.
It takes Immo a lot longer to find anything, having to scour the area very thoroughly. But by the end of it, he ended up finding some bio-luminescent moss that glowed a soft blue.. it didn't look like it could be eaten, however it did look like it could have other uses in crafting.
He also found a small amount of pale orange lichen, that looked liek it could be on fire if it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't. It too didn't seem like much in the way of edibility, however, perhaps it could be used as a spice or paste.. as well as other more tavernly properties.
And several large handfuls of Water Orbs, the items chubby or arthasis had noticed when first entering the area. The water orb was a source of both water and food, much like cereal in modern day. The taste is bland and leaves much to be desired, like plain oats, however each one provides roughly a pound worth of food and water. You can carry a maximum of 3 due to thier size, however each pound provides 4 days worth of rations.
Arthasis would see the item clearer, as he had to step deeper into the 'foliage' to find it. As he approached, the glinting would stop, the item was lodged into the side of a moderately sized fungus, that seemed to be alone in a small clearing. The object he had noticed seemed to be.... an eye? The eye looks like a bloodshot organ torn free from the socket, it seemed initially inert but just before Arthasis would give up on it in frustration, he would feel the raw, arcing, thrum of it's power, just being near it, he could tell that this eye held powers that could crumble the weave of magic it'self if it was still with it's original owner, and bring death to entire nations. All this, Arthasis would see flash before his eyes, in his minds eye.
Do you still take it?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Arthasis could feel the power emitting for the wonderous eye in his hand. He didn’t know how it ended to be here but the visions it evoked as the warlock touched it intrigued him. He picked it up and took a few steps to find a comfortable place to study this artifact. “What are you now?”, he mumbled to himself. Sitting there, he tried to remember if he ever came across something, some piece of knowledge that could explain what he just found here. Maybe his Patron could give him some insight. One thing was certain, Arthasis wasn’t about to give it up.
Arcana (with Inspiration and Guidance): 23
As the item was plucked from the fungi, just before Arthasis' thoughts could properly begin to attempt to understand the wondrous Artifact in his hands, the very fungi it was taken from began to make an ear-piercing howl, much like a kettle does when it's boiling over. No more voices joined the chorus, but this one was painful to hear. Aside from it's incessant screaming, the fungus didn't seem about to attack.
Back at camp, everyone could hear the shrieking easily, as it echoed loudly across the entire cavern.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Chubby will hop up onto his feet rapidly, pull out his sword, and ready action for any incoming attacks.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Arthasis jumped to his feet knowing that he had to shut this thing up as soon as possible. He Hexed his target and hurled an Eldritch Blast at it. Attack: 10 Damage: 6
1
The fungus scream changes to a warble, making it feel like the air is vibrating. Its scream continuing, only the tempo of it changing.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Guys!", he shouted towards the rest of the group pointing at the fungus, "This thing has to die!" Arthasis started to Dash towards the rest of the group trying to get as much distance between him and the fungus.
At Blurg's last comment about his condition, Immotichey just stares, unblinking, for a few moments at the orog's observation. "I think the spores may have clouded your judgement." Shaking his head he walks away to to let the orog rest, and to forage the area for folks and water.
Not getting too far into his task, the druid is interrupted by a scream and looks up to find Arthasis running towards them. With the screaming apparently coming from one of the larger fungi. Thinking this would surely attract something, he launches a firebolt at the mushroom
Produce Flame 22, Damage 5
"What have you done?!" he shouts to Arthasis.
The flame would deftly thread the needle as it passed through many many other fungi, as Arthasis had been relatively deep in the 'brush' and manages to hit it. The shreiking mushroom's warble fades to a whisper, as it dies, the flame so intense however that it ignites, catching fire. The flame raging, as it begins to feed off the fungus. If not for that particular one being in a clearing, the fire may have spread farther. It was luck that it did not, and eventually eeked out.
The Orog shrugs a bit at Immotichey's rejection, somewhat having expected it, as Lizardfolk had little to no natural emotion. He had hoped however that the faezress may have also altered his personality, after seeing Immo flush with embarrassment.
The eye continued to thrum with raw, unadulterated power in Arthasis hand, as he would approach the group, everyone else could feel it radiate as well.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Immotichey gets a Belated Inspiration, if he does not already posess one. As does Chubby and Evrik.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Arthasis, now that the commotion had died down, would remember that tug he'd felt in the moment he'd began to scan his magical memories. The faintest recollection of ancient lore would come back to him. Arthasis likely had considered necromancy at some point in his life, and perhaps he snuck into a library's 'forbidden' section. Something about a lich who was betrayed by his own lieutenant, and that his body had been scattered to the many planes of existence. This meant that some stroke of fate had been strung in Arthasis' favor, this was a sign of his great destiny.. if only he could solve it's puzzle. In his hands he held an eye..... an eye...... he knew the key to solving this puzzle, involved the eye if only he could find out where it fit.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As Arthasis stands there, holding the eye in his hands, Chubby casts a weary eye on him. "What in the blazes of the nine hells do ya got there, laddy?! For some odd reason, I can feel it....and that makes my tummy feel queasy again." Chubby is beginning to look a little green, but the queasiness rapidly fades as he chokes down the bile that started to rise within himself.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Arthasis breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the last flame finally expired. “Thank you.”, the warlock said sincerely but ignored the inquiry on what he had been doing there. He tried to block out the dwarf as well but then said tentatively , “It is something I found. Quite a curious thing. I will have to study it.” He again look for a quiet place, his mind exclusively focused on the eye in his hands. The power it emitted was palpable and almost hypnotic. How could something like it end up in this forsaken place. Trying to figure out what he had found, Arthasis remembered a few pieces of knowledge he encountered when initially studying the pact he had struck with his patron. “The eye of a lich.”, he mumbled to himself thinking about the immense power the original owner must have had. Though for all the power it was radiating, the warlock had no idea how he could make it his own. Just touching the eye didn’t seem to accomplish anything. Liches were known to sever and reattach parts of their bodies as they saw fit but Arthasis wasn’t a lich. More importantly he had not the slightest clue what powers this eye could unleash. Feeling that it was considerable more powerful than himself, this artifact could prove extremely dangerous. The warlock decided to sleep on it. Maybe his patron would grant him a vision of what he should do with the eye. He stowed it in a pouch tying it tightly to his neck. Then, after eating one of group’s rations he would lay down to rest. “Wake me for my watch.”, he said before slowly drifting away.
Just as Arthasis lay down, he felt he had been ever so close to unlocking the secret, perhaps even had stumbled upon, and then over the answer so only time would tell if he could catch his mistake.
The eye would continue to thrum out power for at-least 30 feet around Arthasis, the pulsing causing everyone to feel a mixture of fear, and awe.
You may RP with eachother or 'go to sleep' at this point. The area seems safe, the only threats now having been eliminated.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Evrik seemed exhausted after the combinations of the days events, his recent multicasting within a short period of time, all the noise, and fighting. He would find a spot that suited his comfort, and sit down to pray silently. Praying over their journey, and fates, asking his patron(s) for guidance, before passing out while still in prayer. He seemed utterly tired, and bereft. Passing out on the spot.
(I don't know if Penguini wants me to get specific, so I won't, but he's in a bad situation right now, so keep your fingers crossed or prayers out or whatever it would be you would do for him)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Chubby's eyes grow bigger than saucers, like he suddenly realized something uber important. Awakening with a sudden energy, he stands up, and with undulating fat folds swaying around like a flowing cloak, somehow casts Dispel Magic (not knowing how he managed it, since he's a dumb galoot fighter). Perhaps the gods granted him this one-time gift, to help out someone named "Penguini"? He then mumbles to himself, "May my magical powers help you in your time of dire need, dispelling away your pain and sorrow, my friend." With that, Chubby's eye's roll back into his head, and he collapses back into a heap of snoring, furry mass.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Evrik wakes from an uneasy sleep. His dreams were of howling winds and rains but alas as morning broke all was still well. He looked around and gathered his thoughts. "My thanks to you all for your guidance through the dark night. I fear there is still more to weather but may the blessings of the gods keep our eyes ahead. I am still not quite myself but feel that the next day shall rejuvenate me. For now my power is quite low."
Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
Other personalities... Burgee , The Colorless Knight, Fiorello, RW Goodbarrel, Dred, Evrik - Out of the Abyss & Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Site Rules & Guidelines || Tooltips || Homebrew FAQ || Snippet Codes || Syllvva's Guides
With most of the other down for a rest, Immotichey takes some time during his watch to look for anything that may provide food, drink or other benefit for the party.
Survial 13
This night his slumber wasn’t deep and dreamless. Visions of an ambiguous nature haunted his sleep, all of them had in common one single theme. Power. Unlimited and untamed power. In his dreams this power always overwhelmed or eluded him. The warlock just couldn’t seem to control it and in the end one way or another it always destroyed him. Having dreamed for several hours, Arthasis finally felt that it was time to wake up. But he couldn’t. Trapped in his own body, panic set in as he desperately tried to force his eyes open. In the distance he heard a low growl coming closer turning slowly into vicious laughter. “Pitiful creature.”, the familiar voice of his patron exclaimed. “Tampering with powers which are far beyond you.” The laughter was violent almost hurting in a physical sense, “You want to make this power your own but you’re not making IT your own. There is always a price, always a sacrifice. You should know this be now.” With that the warlock snapped out of the dream back into the harsh reality. Instinctively he grabbed the pouch hanging form his neck, which contained the eye. Did his patron really suggest what he thought? He couldn’t just replace one of his eyes with this monstrosity, or could he? If so it also meant that he had to get rid of one in the first place. Unthinkable. Still, the power radiating from this artifact was tempting him, seducing him. Arthasis felt that it was only a matter of time before he would give in and so he decided to come up with a plan.
10 2 10
It takes Immo a lot longer to find anything, having to scour the area very thoroughly. But by the end of it, he ended up finding some bio-luminescent moss that glowed a soft blue.. it didn't look like it could be eaten, however it did look like it could have other uses in crafting.
He also found a small amount of pale orange lichen, that looked liek it could be on fire if it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't. It too didn't seem like much in the way of edibility, however, perhaps it could be used as a spice or paste.. as well as other more tavernly properties.
And several large handfuls of Water Orbs, the items chubby or arthasis had noticed when first entering the area. The water orb was a source of both water and food, much like cereal in modern day. The taste is bland and leaves much to be desired, like plain oats, however each one provides roughly a pound worth of food and water. You can carry a maximum of 3 due to thier size, however each pound provides 4 days worth of rations.
Occassional Dungeon Master.