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Save: 6
Topsy freezes, and overbalances, getting caught in the webs it was about to have to (Str Check) out of, and remains motionless. There is a faint purplish haze around her eyes, which are otherwise black orbs.. Her claws twitch, and her tail shifts, but otherwise she remains in place.
Hemeth is stable, but unconscious, still massive, however, and almost the same size as Bigz.
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Chubby's assisted webby STR check: 22
"Whew! Thanks for the hand, Sir Evrik!" Chubby then hustles over to Hemeth, picks him up (STR check: 15), and then carries his limp body over to the edge of the cavern, to safety.
"Yeah..Yeah! That sounds like a plan." Mr. Biggs says while Wedge flies back down now that the danger has passed and rests on the Bugbear's shoulder once more. It will probably take some doing, but Biggs starts to make his way over to Hemeth just to doubly make sure the Duergar was alright. Before he has even made it half-way, if even that, he turns to Crispy, then looks to Topsy. Then he squints at the latter before looking back to the former.
"Not that to be that goblin, but... she got some magic shit going on her from the looks of it. Could be possessed. Or could be that whole business with uhm... *fingersnaps* What's his face... Big D. Or, I guess, Double D? Heh... Demon boobs. Up top."He and Wedge share a hi-five before the latter starts fishing around the former's body for the pipe. "Jokes aside though, think either of you two can fix it?" He looks to Immotich and Evrik, having seen the duo heal others during the scrap. "Its okay if you can't. We'll just have to put her down before we go."
(Web Check STR 17) Evrik moves over towards Crispy and Topsy. He takes a look at the rat-girl and yells over at Immotichey, "Toss me your rope. I'm tying this thing up until we can get some answers." As the rope comes flying through the air, Evrik grabs it, and then hog ties the beast like he's going for points in a rodeo. "Yahoo!" he yells for effect. Then he leans down a bit to face Topsy and says, "Calm down. We will not harm you. We only wish to find our way out of here. Who are you and where are you from? Do you know of a path to the upper world?" (Insight: 9 in case she answers)
Topsy writhes a bit as shes held down, pinned, and threatened. You can see madness in her eyes.. the purple haze around them may be a side effect of Demogorgons Rise.. On top of it all, she seems to be unable to understand you. Her replies come out as confused, and angered SKWEEEEK SQEEAK KWEEEEEK's .. it seems even if she could or wanted to answer, it would be impossible, at-least in her current form. Evriks command would be wearing off very soon, however, and she would be free to move.. or try to, again when that happened.
It seemed you were all safe for now. Eldreth was stable, but Paralyzed and poisoned, she simply laid there in the webs. Hemeth doesn't react to the touch from chubby, and while chubby has to huff and puff from the eightfold weight of the deurgar, he manages to eventually get him out of the webs. It would be a little while before he woke up. Unless healed, and softly slapped.
Immotichey nods at Mr. Biggs' suggestion. "I will try something...but if that fails," he clasps his staff and it begins to glow as he imbues it with his natural magics. "I guess it will be Plan B."The druid then walks over and waves his hands at the wererat hoping to remove whatever may be effecting it.
[Casting Shillelagh and then Dispel Magic (if whatever is affecting it is greater than 3rd level spell here's a roll to beat the DC - 10 + spell level, 7)]
If that does not appear to have any effect, Immotichey will swing at the Prone creature, attempting to knock it out.
Mr. Biggs starts rubbing his chin after watching the impact. "Woof. That's rough."He looks over to thus far untended Eldreth, and starts making his way over to her. He goes slow as to make sure he could pull free. This gave plenty of time for Chubby to move on to her next if he chose to. But if not, the Bugbear checks her condition, just a rudimentary check really, before carefully carving her free, tossing her onto his shoulder, and ultimately carrying her off to wherever Chubby dropped off the Duergar.
Once there, he sits his happy but down to keep watch till the others figured things out. "Oh. This will probably sound pretty scummy 'n all. But, don't forget their pockets if they have anything. Rats tend to hoard things like crazy."He comments on in his usual lack-a-dasical manner. Meanwhile, Mr. Wedge finds the pipe and smokeables and with a snap of his fingers, Mr. Biggs lights it for his friend.
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Evrik looks towards Biggs with a weary eye. Rob them he says, Evrik thinks to himself. But then, raising his left eyebrow he thinks, Eh, they did take their pound of flesh from me. Evrik bows his head and lifts his open palms and asks for guidance and then leans down toward the now unconscious Topsy and checks to see if she carries anything of value. (Perception: 18) Not noticing anything unusual, Evrik looks over toward the rest of the group. Eldreth and others needed his help. (Web STR: 12) Evrik carefully makes his way over to the others.
As he examines the group, there are so many that need help he kneels down near them, and begins a prayer of healing, "Sharindlar, please hear me. These travelers and I are in need of your mercy. Help us now in the darkness to recover from our wounds. Grant your power through me to help us to recover." The life force begins to flow through Evrik and out into the others that have been wounded, helping each to regain some of their strength.
Evrik would ultimately find within the rats pocket, exactly 16 CP. Topsy also possessed two short-swords, her common clothes, and 33 and a spell scroll with the 'Lightning Lure' Cantrip written upon it.
Chubby's mouth is agape, after watching Evrik's healing spell impact almost everyone in the group at once. "WOW! You done good, Mister. You've got some powerful magics up your sleeve!"
Continuing, "I think we all deserve a nice long rest. Hey Biggsy, know of any safe places around here where we can hole up for a night of rest and recovery?"
Evrik would feel the clawing of something.. at the back of his mind. Something alien.. something... not-himself. Whatever it is, is trying to come out.
He see's visions of food, and dark places. Everyone here was trying to steal his things...... Trying to kill and eat him......
The bugbear glances back once after finally picking up on the chanting from Evrik. But given the choice between watching something interesting and avoiding another ambush, he chose the latter. Still, when called Mr. Biggs takes one last drag from his pipe before handing it off to Wedge, then ordered the monkey to keep watch while he regarding the group.
"Hm. Been a long, long, Loonnng time since I been out this far."He admits before letting out a yawn. "We'll wanna go a short ways, but I got something that aught'a set folks minds at ease. But stick by what I said earlier. We gotta move at least a ways from this place."IF there are no objections or further surprises, he then picks up the Duergar with relative ease on one shoulder, and Eldreth under his arm if Chubby doesn't decides to do it.
Wedge flies with Biggs shield, or more pointedly hovers along behind him without complaint. "Hm, let's see... yeah, 10 minutes away should do it. You folk ready?"He turns back to look at the others, though pays none no particular mind.
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As the group trudges along the path silently, you can hear Chubby ever so quietly whistling to himself. After a few minutes of it, you realize the whistling sound isn't coming from his mouth....
Whispering, "Sorry! All this stress is causing me stomach indigestion!"
Save: 6
Topsy freezes, and overbalances, getting caught in the webs it was about to have to (Str Check) out of, and remains motionless. There is a faint purplish haze around her eyes, which are otherwise black orbs.. Her claws twitch, and her tail shifts, but otherwise she remains in place.
Hemeth is stable, but unconscious, still massive, however, and almost the same size as Bigz.
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Crispy walks over and places her boot on Topsy's chest, the point of her blade touching her forehead.
"Give me one reason to gut you like a fish, you disgusting piece of SHIT." she threatens. "Oh Gods, please? Do it."
Chubby's assisted webby STR check: 22
"Whew! Thanks for the hand, Sir Evrik!" Chubby then hustles over to Hemeth, picks him up (STR check: 15), and then carries his limp body over to the edge of the cavern, to safety.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
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"Yeah..Yeah! That sounds like a plan." Mr. Biggs says while Wedge flies back down now that the danger has passed and rests on the Bugbear's shoulder once more. It will probably take some doing, but Biggs starts to make his way over to Hemeth just to doubly make sure the Duergar was alright. Before he has even made it half-way, if even that, he turns to Crispy, then looks to Topsy. Then he squints at the latter before looking back to the former.
"Not that to be that goblin, but... she got some magic shit going on her from the looks of it. Could be possessed. Or could be that whole business with uhm... *fingersnaps* What's his face... Big D. Or, I guess, Double D? Heh... Demon boobs. Up top." He and Wedge share a hi-five before the latter starts fishing around the former's body for the pipe. "Jokes aside though, think either of you two can fix it?" He looks to Immotich and Evrik, having seen the duo heal others during the scrap. "Its okay if you can't. We'll just have to put her down before we go."
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(Web Check STR 17) Evrik moves over towards Crispy and Topsy. He takes a look at the rat-girl and yells over at Immotichey, "Toss me your rope. I'm tying this thing up until we can get some answers." As the rope comes flying through the air, Evrik grabs it, and then hog ties the beast like he's going for points in a rodeo. "Yahoo!" he yells for effect. Then he leans down a bit to face Topsy and says, "Calm down. We will not harm you. We only wish to find our way out of here. Who are you and where are you from? Do you know of a path to the upper world?" (Insight: 9 in case she answers)
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"Speak!" Crispy barks, "Or i'll follow through with my threat. You hurt my friends."
Topsy writhes a bit as shes held down, pinned, and threatened. You can see madness in her eyes.. the purple haze around them may be a side effect of Demogorgons Rise.. On top of it all, she seems to be unable to understand you. Her replies come out as confused, and angered SKWEEEEK SQEEAK KWEEEEEK's .. it seems even if she could or wanted to answer, it would be impossible, at-least in her current form. Evriks command would be wearing off very soon, however, and she would be free to move.. or try to, again when that happened.
It seemed you were all safe for now. Eldreth was stable, but Paralyzed and poisoned, she simply laid there in the webs. Hemeth doesn't react to the touch from chubby, and while chubby has to huff and puff from the eightfold weight of the deurgar, he manages to eventually get him out of the webs. It would be a little while before he woke up. Unless healed, and softly slapped.
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Immotichey nods at Mr. Biggs' suggestion. "I will try something...but if that fails," he clasps his staff and it begins to glow as he imbues it with his natural magics. "I guess it will be Plan B." The druid then walks over and waves his hands at the wererat hoping to remove whatever may be effecting it.
[Casting Shillelagh and then Dispel Magic (if whatever is affecting it is greater than 3rd level spell here's a roll to beat the DC - 10 + spell level, 7)]
If that does not appear to have any effect, Immotichey will swing at the Prone creature, attempting to knock it out.
(Non-Lethal) Attack: 27 Damage: 19
Mr. Biggs starts rubbing his chin after watching the impact. "Woof. That's rough." He looks over to thus far untended Eldreth, and starts making his way over to her. He goes slow as to make sure he could pull free. This gave plenty of time for Chubby to move on to her next if he chose to. But if not, the Bugbear checks her condition, just a rudimentary check really, before carefully carving her free, tossing her onto his shoulder, and ultimately carrying her off to wherever Chubby dropped off the Duergar.
Once there, he sits his happy but down to keep watch till the others figured things out. "Oh. This will probably sound pretty scummy 'n all. But, don't forget their pockets if they have anything. Rats tend to hoard things like crazy." He comments on in his usual lack-a-dasical manner. Meanwhile, Mr. Wedge finds the pipe and smokeables and with a snap of his fingers, Mr. Biggs lights it for his friend.
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
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Evrik looks towards Biggs with a weary eye. Rob them he says, Evrik thinks to himself. But then, raising his left eyebrow he thinks, Eh, they did take their pound of flesh from me. Evrik bows his head and lifts his open palms and asks for guidance and then leans down toward the now unconscious Topsy and checks to see if she carries anything of value. (Perception: 18) Not noticing anything unusual, Evrik looks over toward the rest of the group. Eldreth and others needed his help. (Web STR: 12) Evrik carefully makes his way over to the others.
As he examines the group, there are so many that need help he kneels down near them, and begins a prayer of healing, "Sharindlar, please hear me. These travelers and I are in need of your mercy. Help us now in the darkness to recover from our wounds. Grant your power through me to help us to recover." The life force begins to flow through Evrik and out into the others that have been wounded, helping each to regain some of their strength.
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Evrik would ultimately find within the rats pocket, exactly 16 CP. Topsy also possessed two short-swords, her common clothes, and 33 and a spell scroll with the 'Lightning Lure' Cantrip written upon it.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Chubby's mouth is agape, after watching Evrik's healing spell impact almost everyone in the group at once. "WOW! You done good, Mister. You've got some powerful magics up your sleeve!"
Continuing, "I think we all deserve a nice long rest. Hey Biggsy, know of any safe places around here where we can hole up for a night of rest and recovery?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Evrik would feel the clawing of something.. at the back of his mind. Something alien.. something... not-himself. Whatever it is, is trying to come out.
He see's visions of food, and dark places. Everyone here was trying to steal his things...... Trying to kill and eat him......
CHR save, DC 10.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The bugbear glances back once after finally picking up on the chanting from Evrik. But given the choice between watching something interesting and avoiding another ambush, he chose the latter. Still, when called Mr. Biggs takes one last drag from his pipe before handing it off to Wedge, then ordered the monkey to keep watch while he regarding the group.
"Hm. Been a long, long, Loonnng time since I been out this far." He admits before letting out a yawn. "We'll wanna go a short ways, but I got something that aught'a set folks minds at ease. But stick by what I said earlier. We gotta move at least a ways from this place." IF there are no objections or further surprises, he then picks up the Duergar with relative ease on one shoulder, and Eldreth under his arm if Chubby doesn't decides to do it.
Wedge flies with Biggs shield, or more pointedly hovers along behind him without complaint. "Hm, let's see... yeah, 10 minutes away should do it. You folk ready?" He turns back to look at the others, though pays none no particular mind.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
"More than ever." Crispy says, sheathing her blades.
Chubby hefts his heartthrob, Chudreth, onto his shoulders like a warm shawl, and then trudges onwards, following Mr. Biggs.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
You all are free to post, since biggs is taking you to a known location nearby. I will push the story forward before i go to sleep tonight.
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As the group trudges along the path silently, you can hear Chubby ever so quietly whistling to himself. After a few minutes of it, you realize the whistling sound isn't coming from his mouth....
Whispering, "Sorry! All this stress is causing me stomach indigestion!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(Currently waiting on Mehmens and Evriks posts to resolve)
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“Vegetables, you horrible old man.” Crispy moans.