FC leads you down the middle hall. Past a double door, this hall has a 30-foot-high vaulted ceiling and a pair of 20-foot-high balconies overlooking it. Rows of flickering candles in iron candlesticks form a pathway to a 30-foot-tall stone statue at the west end of the hall. The statue depicts a smiling, bearded man of diabolical bent, with small horns protruding from his brow and cloven hooves instead of feet. At the base of the statue, clutched in a stone claw erupting from the floor, is a 3-foot-deep, 9-foot-diameter stone bowl filled with crackling flames. The walls around the statue are covered by large tapestries that depict scenes of human debauchery.
The entire west end of the room where the Asmodeus statue and cauldron are, is the glowing marvelous dragon horde. But, this room is a room from a nightmare. There is blood, bodily fluids, and death everywhere - nothing in this room is clean. Skulls, pentagrams, and demonic writing are everywhere. About 40 cultists are feverishly worshiping as Lord Cassalanter drops gold from the mound into the enormous magically boiling cauldron - it appears he is making an offering. Lady Cassalanter is no where to be found, but three tough looking tiefling lieutenants guard the corners of the room.
The tiny red dots are the cultists. The three larger dots are the tiefling lieutenants. The yellow is all the gold, and the big red dot is Lord Cassalanter.
"LORD ASMODEUS. WE HOPE THAT THIS OFFERING WILL PLEASE YOU." Lord Cassalanter speaks. "YOU HAVE ACCEPTED THE SACRIFICE OF MY OLDEST SON, WE HAVE KILLED HIM IN YOUR HONOR, AND HAVE ACCEPTED YOUR GIFT. WE PRAY THAT THIS GOLD WILL BE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO RELEASE OUR TWO REMAINING CHILDREN, AND GRANT MYSELF AND MY WIFE THE POWERS OF HELL."
Entranced with the ceremony, no one notices that you've entered. Slowly, a larger cultist turns around, making hand gestures for you to come over. It's a third FC?!? Ok, what the **** is going on here??!
Azrael at this point has no idea what the **** is going on with these multiple FC's unless they're somehow grand illusions, or somehow FC had a very large family of twins/triplest etc. He would look to the rest of the group, for now there was no point in killing FC..
Unless he has our gear... we should probably be seeking to find it first.. otherwise I am the only one who can fight.. well Except for Leon.... and even I can't take on Forty-Plus of them without my most powerful spells...
(OOC: Honestly if I could just cast lightning bolt.. which requires my focus/symbol or atleast my component pouch, and we led all 40 of them into a tunnel to get them single file......... I could hit all of them with 8d6 Meta-refresh it and do it again if they survived. This campaign is designed with level 5 characters so it should be possible to beat even the Casalanters, and this cult, unless this isn't the end-game just yet.)
Leon stared at the third Fatcat with a dead look in his eyes, then turned to his friends. At this point, the monk was over with whatever the **** was going on with these multiple Fatcat's, the tieflings plan still wasn't making any sense and he was sure no one knew it either.
"We did find all your gear in this hidden storage area, but I'm unsure if we have the time to go back..."
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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\
"Hello friends. Did youse get your weapons? I am sure you have many questions. Short version of the plan here is not to fight, but get a mass teleport happening on us an' that gold. If my lil birdies have done their job, every ******* faction in waterdeep will be on this place like a rash, and by the time they get here, we'll be on a beach somewhere bathing in gold.”
Lythril helps get everybody back their stuff as discretely as possible. Meaning Lightning Bolts if we need them. She feels much more secure now that she has her shield and Warhammer back.
"Not sure where the group wants to go. The dragon says she can pop us out of here, or we could stay and slay. Is it true, ms dragon, you can get us and the gold out of here?"
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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?"
"It sure is, you adorable, muscular, tower of sexy power." Zeli pats your head, and playfully squeezes your bicep. "I only have enough power to do it once. So, if you all want to leave now, I can do it. But, I have the feeling FC wants some of the gold, and you guys have an opportunity to get it. How successful we'll be, I have no idea, as that chamber ahead has plenty of cultists AND Lord Cassalanter. The odds of making our way to the gold is slim. Such a waste. Giving it all to Asmodeus."
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ONE HELL OF A SUMMER
THE FINAL CHAPTER
FC leads you down the middle hall. Past a double door, this hall has a 30-foot-high vaulted ceiling and a pair of 20-foot-high balconies overlooking it. Rows of flickering candles in iron candlesticks form a pathway to a 30-foot-tall stone statue at the west end of the hall. The statue depicts a smiling, bearded man of diabolical bent, with small horns protruding from his brow and cloven hooves instead of feet. At the base of the statue, clutched in a stone claw erupting from the floor, is a 3-foot-deep, 9-foot-diameter stone bowl filled with crackling flames. The walls around the statue are covered by large tapestries that depict scenes of human debauchery.
The entire west end of the room where the Asmodeus statue and cauldron are, is the glowing marvelous dragon horde. But, this room is a room from a nightmare. There is blood, bodily fluids, and death everywhere - nothing in this room is clean. Skulls, pentagrams, and demonic writing are everywhere. About 40 cultists are feverishly worshiping as Lord Cassalanter drops gold from the mound into the enormous magically boiling cauldron - it appears he is making an offering. Lady Cassalanter is no where to be found, but three tough looking tiefling lieutenants guard the corners of the room.
The tiny red dots are the cultists. The three larger dots are the tiefling lieutenants. The yellow is all the gold, and the big red dot is Lord Cassalanter.
"LORD ASMODEUS. WE HOPE THAT THIS OFFERING WILL PLEASE YOU." Lord Cassalanter speaks. "YOU HAVE ACCEPTED THE SACRIFICE OF MY OLDEST SON, WE HAVE KILLED HIM IN YOUR HONOR, AND HAVE ACCEPTED YOUR GIFT. WE PRAY THAT THIS GOLD WILL BE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO RELEASE OUR TWO REMAINING CHILDREN, AND GRANT MYSELF AND MY WIFE THE POWERS OF HELL."
Entranced with the ceremony, no one notices that you've entered. Slowly, a larger cultist turns around, making hand gestures for you to come over. It's a third FC?!? Ok, what the **** is going on here??!
Danitriel frowned, her lips thinning. "I don't like this at all, but he's probably right."
Astrid whispers “It’s like we’re inside a mirror! FC within FC within FC within....”
With that, she silently pads into the room, towards FC3.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Pheral is confused, frustrated and all but naked. What is going on. What is your plan FC?
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)
Danitriel, still scowling, silently nods in agreement with Pheral's question.
Azrael at this point has no idea what the **** is going on with these multiple FC's unless they're somehow grand illusions, or somehow FC had a very large family of twins/triplest etc. He would look to the rest of the group, for now there was no point in killing FC..
Unless he has our gear... we should probably be seeking to find it first.. otherwise I am the only one who can fight.. well Except for Leon.... and even I can't take on Forty-Plus of them without my most powerful spells...
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Danitriel nodded. "Unless we can somehow sneak past and topple the statue onto Cassalanter's head, I don't see how we can do this as we are now."
(OOC: Honestly if I could just cast lightning bolt.. which requires my focus/symbol or atleast my component pouch, and we led all 40 of them into a tunnel to get them single file......... I could hit all of them with 8d6 Meta-refresh it and do it again if they survived. This campaign is designed with level 5 characters so it should be possible to beat even the Casalanters, and this cult, unless this isn't the end-game just yet.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Zeli gasps. "Rabbit found your gear in the room we came from!" She says in a hushed whisper.
Leon stared at the third Fatcat with a dead look in his eyes, then turned to his friends. At this point, the monk was over with whatever the **** was going on with these multiple Fatcat's, the tieflings plan still wasn't making any sense and he was sure no one knew it either.
"We did find all your gear in this hidden storage area, but I'm unsure if we have the time to go back..."
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\
The hooded FC turns and whispers:
"Hello friends. Did youse get your weapons? I am sure you have many questions. Short version of the plan here is not to fight, but get a mass teleport happening on us an' that gold. If my lil birdies have done their job, every ******* faction in waterdeep will be on this place like a rash, and by the time they get here, we'll be on a beach somewhere bathing in gold.”
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"I can mass teleport!" Zeli barks, amazed she could do such a thing, and just remembered.
OOC Just in case it wasn't mentioned, Lythril mace smacks Willi into another plane of existence.
"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
"How are we going to get past all of these cultists? And those three scary looking ones up front?" Zeli asked, looking at Leon with concern.
Lyth:
OMG PERFECT!
"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
Did someone grab our gear? please tell me someone grabbed our gear.
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)
Lythril helps get everybody back their stuff as discretely as possible. Meaning Lightning Bolts if we need them. She feels much more secure now that she has her shield and Warhammer back.
"Not sure where the group wants to go. The dragon says she can pop us out of here, or we could stay and slay. Is it true, ms dragon, you can get us and the gold out of here?"
"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
"It sure is, you adorable, muscular, tower of sexy power." Zeli pats your head, and playfully squeezes your bicep. "I only have enough power to do it once. So, if you all want to leave now, I can do it. But, I have the feeling FC wants some of the gold, and you guys have an opportunity to get it. How successful we'll be, I have no idea, as that chamber ahead has plenty of cultists AND Lord Cassalanter. The odds of making our way to the gold is slim. Such a waste. Giving it all to Asmodeus."