Pheral is curled into a ball in the middle of the road right in front of the Manor doorway. She clutches her right side and murmurs incoherently to herself, still crying.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
I posted a lot today, and I want to wait for Dani and Lyth to catch up. =)
The Fire Brigade is able to put out the fire, and the City Watch will arrive in force within a few minutes. I will describe what you see as everyone starts to calm down, and that means you can do quick investigations of the carnage.
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“C’mon luv.” He says, picking her up by the arm. “Don’t worry about all that, just a bit of heat and flame.” He hails Liff for a drink of water to give to Pheral.
Danitriel returned from helping people get away from the flames. Clad only in her white shirt, her 'clothing' and skin were all stained with soot and smoke and she was coughing. Looking at the others she growled "When I find out who is responsible for this I'm putting my foot through his hind end."
The few things he remembered after he fell was a stinging pain coming from all over his body, the sight of Azrael making his way towards him and then helping him get out of the blazing inferno. He let out cough after cough having inhaled too much soot and ash into his lungs, sitting down with his head in his hands on the stairs just... staring at the wood.
What were you doing?Fool.
He took a glance towards Azrael again as the dragonborn searched the body they managed to retrieve from the fire, knowing that there was a possibility of nothing being there.
You were asking to get hurt, to be burned, to die.
He looked briefly over to where Phreal was, crying in the dirt, Fatcat making an attempt to help her come back from the bad place he assumed she was.
Couldn't even help her.
Useless,useless,useless.
Then looked at the now once burning building, to Lythril, and back down to the stairs.
Why do you even bother? They don't need you.
"Enough." He whimpered quietly to himself, hoping that no one heard him, his hands digging into his hair, looking as if he was going to curl into himself. "Please."
He knew he needed to search the ruins, he knew it, it was in there, something was there but he couldn't.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
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Astrid compliments Leon on his very colorful post...
As the fire brigade approaches the blaze, Astrid stands at the top of their wagon, proud of the small part she played in the rescue. That's when she sights all her new friends and compatriots, walking around the blaze, coughing, crying, and in general disarray. Tears suddenly begin to well up in her eyes, making it hard for her to see.
She dismounts the fire wagon, and hurriedly runs over to see to her friends. After they explain the mysterious body that was sighted in the blaze, she quickly dons her new silver lapel pin of a harp, and then wades into the now smoldering wreckage of the house and begins to search around for clues (Investigation: 24).
Lythril takes stock of her friends, she smiles and give thankful hugs to all of them seeing that they survived this crisis. Blackened with soot and a few scorch marks, but whole.
Pheral is visibly still shaken as she looks on, and feels not pitty so much as regret. There isn't much she can do, "It's OK, we're all fine. This was a scary thing, but you are a brave brave woman." You see a green glow from Lyhtril's chest *cast heroism * and the fear fades from Pheral hopefully long enough for her to recover fully.
After seeing to her friend, she watches workers do their job and she tries to figure out what the blood flark just happened. Who was the evil ***** that did this...?
Still out of breath, maybe a little smoke choked and dehydrated, "Hey guys, you would NOT believe what I saw in the flames...It must have been a celestialarion or some kind of friendly fire spirit. Just came in and saved my saucy ass it did! It was AMAZZZING. I went in there," she points, "to look for folks needing help and I saw this flaming beam about to crush me and out of nowhere, this magical like guy type spirit SAVED ME! superfantasticamazing..." *sigh*
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
CHAPTER THREE - FIREBALL! AFTER THE EXPLOSION 10 MINUTES BEFORE THE WATCH
In the wake of the explosion, people emerge from their houses and shops to survey the devastation and stand next to you all. It left eleven people dead:
One elderly female human who was out for a walk (no one recognizes her, witnesses say), two cloaked male humans clad in leather armor with sheathed longswords, two female humans and one male half-elf dressed in plain clothes, one male gnome wearing a burned cloak and clutching a dagger (this was the body Leon found), and finally two female halflings who were playing a flute and a fiddle, and two male halflings who were dancing (witnesses say).
In order to find any clues, i'll need at least two DC15 WISDOM (Perception) checks from anyone.
It took Leon a bit to drown the voices out again, focusing on what Lythril was saying to distract him. Luckily, it was enough (along with a little thought of his temples headmasters words), a quiet chuckle emitted from his throat as he sat up.
“Is that so?” He questioned the dwarf, a crooked smile forming on his face. “Someone is looking out for you it seems.”
He scanned over the scene before them, hoping to see something, anything.
Perception: 17
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Between the spell and FC's encouragement, Pheral breaks from her nightmare and surveys the landscape. She looks at her companions ...Thank you. And she retreats to her room. Lif brings her the water and after a while she comes back downstairs, fully dressed and clean, Yet still guarding her right side. So um...what happened out their. She asks of who ever would be inside the manor.
if anyone is not there it will be addressed to Lif.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
CHAPTER THREE - FIREBALL! AFTER THE EXPLOSION 8 MINUTES BEFORE THE WATCH
Leon saw it first. His attention was drawn to one of the explosion victims. One of the dead male humans had a black, winged snake (the symbol of the Black Network) tattooed on his right forearm. That's one clue found.
Unfortunately, Lif dosen't make very good company to chat with about the incident, but is more than happy to make your favorite comfort food to ease your mind.
FC, unless you have a telescope, you can't see anything unusual from way up there except commoners who might have seen something which are gathering around your friends. Fala, the owner of Corellon's Crown, is outside, as well.
“Hey,” Leon called the attention to those who still accompanied him outside. He pointed to the charred body he managed to spot. “That one, look at his forearm. That tattoo again...”
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
CHAPTER THREE - FIREBALL! AFTER THE EXPLOSION 6 MINUTES BEFORE THE WATCH
ASTRID: LOL! Nice roll, Pinky. A small child comes up to you at the edge of the debris. "Excuse me, sir..uh, and..or ma'am? Right after the explosion, I ducked behind a rain barrel. Then I heard a ‘plop’ and found this in the barrel.” The child hands you a necklace. It's going to take a DC10 INT (Arcana) check from someone to identify it.
Fala, hesitant at first, sees the child talking to Astrid, and shyly walks over to you all as if she saw something, as if she had something to say.
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Astrid inspects the necklace (Arcana: 9). "This is a very pretty necklace, young one, and you are VERY brave to have survived the explosion." Pocketing the necklace, she continues "...Is there a mother or father who I can bring you to, to make sure you're safe and sound?"
Pheral is curled into a ball in the middle of the road right in front of the Manor doorway. She clutches her right side and murmurs incoherently to herself, still crying.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
FC probably almost trips over Pheral.
Through a thick cloud of smoke, he leans in. “What’s the matter, poppet?” And offers a hand around her arm.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
With the fire dying down, FC's words break through to Pheral. Wha..were am I? What happened ?
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
I posted a lot today, and I want to wait for Dani and Lyth to catch up. =)
The Fire Brigade is able to put out the fire, and the City Watch will arrive in force within a few minutes. I will describe what you see as everyone starts to calm down, and that means you can do quick investigations of the carnage.
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“C’mon luv.” He says, picking her up by the arm. “Don’t worry about all that, just a bit of heat and flame.” He hails Liff for a drink of water to give to Pheral.
reassurance roll: 15
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Danitriel returned from helping people get away from the flames. Clad only in her white shirt, her 'clothing' and skin were all stained with soot and smoke and she was coughing. Looking at the others she growled "When I find out who is responsible for this I'm putting my foot through his hind end."
The few things he remembered after he fell was a stinging pain coming from all over his body, the sight of Azrael making his way towards him and then helping him get out of the blazing inferno. He let out cough after cough having inhaled too much soot and ash into his lungs, sitting down with his head in his hands on the stairs just... staring at the wood.
What were you doing? Fool.
He took a glance towards Azrael again as the dragonborn searched the body they managed to retrieve from the fire, knowing that there was a possibility of nothing being there.
You were asking to get hurt, to be burned, to die.
He looked briefly over to where Phreal was, crying in the dirt, Fatcat making an attempt to help her come back from the bad place he assumed she was.
Couldn't even help her.
Useless, useless, useless.
Then looked at the now once burning building, to Lythril, and back down to the stairs.
Why do you even bother? They don't need you.
"Enough." He whimpered quietly to himself, hoping that no one heard him, his hands digging into his hair, looking as if he was going to curl into himself. "Please."
He knew he needed to search the ruins, he knew it,
it was in there, something was there but he couldn't.He couldn't, he couldn't.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Astrid compliments Leon on his very colorful post...
As the fire brigade approaches the blaze, Astrid stands at the top of their wagon, proud of the small part she played in the rescue. That's when she sights all her new friends and compatriots, walking around the blaze, coughing, crying, and in general disarray. Tears suddenly begin to well up in her eyes, making it hard for her to see.
She dismounts the fire wagon, and hurriedly runs over to see to her friends. After they explain the mysterious body that was sighted in the blaze, she quickly dons her new silver lapel pin of a harp, and then wades into the now smoldering wreckage of the house and begins to search around for clues (Investigation: 24).
.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Lythril takes stock of her friends, she smiles and give thankful hugs to all of them seeing that they survived this crisis. Blackened with soot and a few scorch marks, but whole.
Pheral is visibly still shaken as she looks on, and feels not pitty so much as regret. There isn't much she can do, "It's OK, we're all fine. This was a scary thing, but you are a brave brave woman." You see a green glow from Lyhtril's chest *cast heroism * and the fear fades from Pheral hopefully long enough for her to recover fully.
After seeing to her friend, she watches workers do their job and she tries to figure out what the blood flark just happened. Who was the evil ***** that did this...?
Investigation 11
Perception 10
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Still out of breath, maybe a little smoke choked and dehydrated, "Hey guys, you would NOT believe what I saw in the flames...It must have been a celestialarion or some kind of friendly fire spirit. Just came in and saved my saucy ass it did! It was AMAZZZING. I went in there," she points, "to look for folks needing help and I saw this flaming beam about to crush me and out of nowhere, this magical like guy type spirit SAVED ME! superfantasticamazing..." *sigh*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
CHAPTER THREE - FIREBALL!
AFTER THE EXPLOSION
10 MINUTES BEFORE THE WATCH
In the wake of the explosion, people emerge from their houses and shops to survey the devastation and stand next to you all. It left eleven people dead:
One elderly female human who was out for a walk (no one recognizes her, witnesses say), two cloaked male humans clad in leather armor with sheathed longswords, two female humans and one male half-elf dressed in plain clothes, one male gnome wearing a burned cloak and clutching a dagger (this was the body Leon found), and finally two female halflings who were playing a flute and a fiddle, and two male halflings who were dancing (witnesses say).
In order to find any clues, i'll need at least two DC15 WISDOM (Perception) checks from anyone.
Perception: 14
It took Leon a bit to drown the voices out again, focusing on what Lythril was saying to distract him. Luckily, it was enough (along with a little thought of his temples headmasters words), a quiet chuckle emitted from his throat as he sat up.
“Is that so?” He questioned the dwarf, a crooked smile forming on his face. “Someone is looking out for you it seems.”
He scanned over the scene before them, hoping to see something, anything.
Perception: 17
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Between the spell and FC's encouragement, Pheral breaks from her nightmare and surveys the landscape. She looks at her companions ...Thank you. And she retreats to her room. Lif brings her the water and after a while she comes back downstairs, fully dressed and clean, Yet still guarding her right side. So um...what happened out their. She asks of who ever would be inside the manor.
if anyone is not there it will be addressed to Lif.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
FC makes his way up to the top look out of the Trollskull manor and watches the chaos below with a small amount of amusement...
He’ll keep an eye out for things up here perhaps. Perception: 15
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
CHAPTER THREE - FIREBALL!
AFTER THE EXPLOSION
8 MINUTES BEFORE THE WATCH
Leon saw it first. His attention was drawn to one of the explosion victims. One of the dead male humans had a black, winged snake (the symbol of the Black Network) tattooed on his right forearm. That's one clue found.
Unfortunately, Lif dosen't make very good company to chat with about the incident, but is more than happy to make your favorite comfort food to ease your mind.
FC, unless you have a telescope, you can't see anything unusual from way up there except commoners who might have seen something which are gathering around your friends. Fala, the owner of Corellon's Crown, is outside, as well.
“Hey,” Leon called the attention to those who still accompanied him outside. He pointed to the charred body he managed to spot. “That one, look at his forearm. That tattoo again...”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Astrid continues to rummage through the debris-
Investigation: 27
Perception: 11
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Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
CHAPTER THREE - FIREBALL!
AFTER THE EXPLOSION
6 MINUTES BEFORE THE WATCH
ASTRID: LOL! Nice roll, Pinky. A small child comes up to you at the edge of the debris. "Excuse me, sir..uh, and..or ma'am? Right after the explosion, I ducked behind a rain barrel. Then I heard a ‘plop’ and found this in the barrel.” The child hands you a necklace. It's going to take a DC10 INT (Arcana) check from someone to identify it.
Fala, hesitant at first, sees the child talking to Astrid, and shyly walks over to you all as if she saw something, as if she had something to say.
Astrid inspects the necklace (Arcana: 9). "This is a very pretty necklace, young one, and you are VERY brave to have survived the explosion." Pocketing the necklace, she continues "...Is there a mother or father who I can bring you to, to make sure you're safe and sound?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?