"Who says that Leon hasn't received a fine quality pocket mean from Ol'Elmo? Perhaps the gods have blessed his pocket. (once Leon is out of ear shot.) Grem mate, does Elmo give of a gay vibe mate?"
To Glab:
"Great to have ye back mate! Tell me ye was practicing your humor and story telling in our absence. If not, then I bet ye experienced some adventure that just needs to be spun into a fine and interesting yarn. If ye are going to be able to be able to meet friends outside of this group one day, then it wouldn't hurt to be like your teach Elmo and be positively delightful. Having a pleasing and entertaining disposition can take some of the focus that some more shallow and judgmental types may have towards your... unique appearance and eating habits. Tonight, during me watch shift, I look forward to resuming our personality lessons and you letting Elmo talk your slimey ears off."
While Leon was distracted, Elmo had attempted to slide some of the meat snacks that he had pilfered from a companion who shall remain nameless at this time to protect both the innocent and guilty. While attempting to do so, Leon moved ever so slightly as a natural part of his conversation forcing Elmo to miss his mark and remain in possession of said meat snacks.
Later, when next he checks, Leon finds nothing additional in his pack...but thankfully, nothing is missing.
To Elmo " Bah! pay the cleric no mind! Gay.. why aye! gay a faire in the forrest! why ye come off as one of the Gayest halfings I've met! And with what ye have gone through.. and to still be gay.. (he nods solemnly) Ye made of some hard stuff master elmo... let me get another snack!"
"Come have ye been reading moradins blessing? mayhap we'll train later on the of the finer aspects that take ah.. 'finesse' when spreading the moradins blessing to those who need it eh" He attempts to wink conspiratorially : performance check 19
To stool: "Hey little buddy! It seems that you have been spending lots of time with our new friend? What have you two rascals been up to? He isn't trying to fill your sweet innocent head with naughtiness, is he? Also, I want to compliment you on how great you have been doing on our journey thus far. Your friendship spores and telepathy spores have saved our butts more than once! I dare say that you are the MVP of this group!! Are there any other tricks that you feel up to trying? Maybe something that can further manipulate the minds of our enemies? You can instill friendship, but what of fear? Perhaps an aversion to certain elements? Maybe the ability to tap into the thoughts of enemies as well as friends? I just know you can do amazing things if you try real hard (hugs stool)!"
To Elmo: "Don't listen to him, Elmo. You don't give off a gay vibe. It's more of a signal fire of volcanic proportions that proclaims your love of "meat snacks" to all plains of existence."
To Hemeth: "How far away from your city are we? And what can we expect when we get there? Any points of interest we should be aware of? WHo is in charge?"
To Grem: "Hey buddy, got a second? I'm just a poor lost little girl down here in the scary underdark and I'm feeling a bit...exposed. I'm sure that a strapping warrior such as yourself has all kinds of useful knowledge that will keep my tender young flesh from being ripped asunder. Can you show me how to use some of your fancy armor? I'd love a chance to be able to cast spells while not having it get in my way" This is how I'd like to spend my down time; training with Grem to get proficient in some armor.
to elmo "wait.. you mean gay like you dip into the Elven bathhouse by the docks gay? the checking the trunk for leaks gay?? Lad... I thought ye meant the Gay "happy as a dwarf in an smithy" gay... lad! don't listen to Morgana.. you don't come off as a human ladyboy lad! No!! ye are a masculine halfing!! strong!! " he still stifles a chuckle!
To Morgana: "I was waiting for you to ask lass, ye be needing some armor, at least the leather kind of possible.. I'll show ye how to wear it, maintain it.. we are getting in deep out here lass, and we all need the protection. "
Stool - "Thank you, Miss Morgana! I'm trying really hard to be a valuable member of the team! Mr. Leon was teaching me how to control the movement of my spores better. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it, too! Watch this..." Stool concentrates hard on generating a spore-cloud that moves in what looks like a controlled manner before dissipate entirely. "I'm still working on it though..." it says optimistically. "If I can control my spores better, maybe there's something we can do together?" Stool asks Morgana.
Hemeth - "At this rate?" as he nods his head in the direction of your slowest companion, Glabbagool, "It's gonna take well over a month. If we were to make haste, we'd arrive in just a couple of weeks. Guess there's no changing our pace though since it's not like that green cube has a faster speed, eh?" he uses air quotes to emphasize the word 'faster'. "What's in Gracklstugh you ask? Well, Hell, sorceress, what would you like to know? It's a Duerger city. Also known as The City of Blades. It's hot. Hot because of the eternally burning smelters fueling the city's metal works. The forges are kept alive by the flames of Themberchaud, the red dragon. Gracklstugh is a major bastion of civilization down here in the Underdark, with many active trade routes. We should be able to find a way back to the surface from there. Our first stop will be to my father's manse. There you'll be safe and can plan out your next steps of returning home. We also have the paid invoice the Halfling still carries - that should prove to be an interesting meeting indeed. Ylsa Henstak. Famous or infamous, depending on who you're talking to." Hemeth pauses here, unsure if Morgana is hanging on to his every word, or spacing out into some alternate astral plane. "Would you like to know more or have I talked your ear off enough for once?" he asks.
The group who's interested in investigating the box that Elhutz was employed to retrieve all gather round for a joint investigation effort. What they learn will forever change their perspective of the world and more importantly, their role in saving it!
Leon holds the small, metal box in his hand and notices that there are runes that seem to glow brightly as more people get closer to it. Unable to read the runes, Hemeth takes a look and recognizes some of them as ancient Duerger runes, much like what was discovered in the temple where they met Glabbagool.
Hemeth - "These runes...I can't read them because they keep changing! It's like the message is constantly being written and re-written as I try to comprehend their meanings..." he says with a slightly frustrated undertone. "I do see the word, Wyrmsmith being written over and over again though...That's Themberchaud!"
Morgana reaches for the box, while Leon is holding it and Hemeth is still trying to read it. Elmo, Gremryl, Glabbagool and Stool are looking as closely as possible and feel compelled to also reach out for the box as it it were calling out to them.
In the moment that everyone's hands (except for Glabbagool and Stool) touch the small, metal box, their minds are instantly shown visions of horrific demons pouring out of unseen doorways from their planes of existence into this one! The memory of witnessing the Prince of Demons, Demogorgon rising from the Darklake flashes across their minds and is shared with those who were not there to experience it first hand. The memory of the Demon Queen Zuggtmoy, in her wedding dress, also flashes through their minds. Others that have no shape yet evoke the deepest core of fear within each of the adventurers also feel present and overwhelming on their minds. Darkness so black that not even those with Darkvision can penetrate its depths begins to envelope everyone's thoughts and the feeling of losing all hope begins to take a strong grip over the group. You all know that this isn't real...yet it feels real. And you feel helpless to stop yourselves from being lost in the madness that's gripped your minds and steals your free will.
You hear a familiar voice, no louder than a faint whisper say to you, "Wake up!" Again and again it calls out to you. Each time is louder than the last. "Wake up! Please! Please wake up!"
Now you recognize the voice as Stool! You then feel a searing pain shoot across your hands and almost as instantly as you were taken from your consciousness, the light returns and you're now standing together, with your hands in pain and your minds feeling like they were shredded from reality. Glabbagool stands in the center of you all with the box now engulfed within it. You realize that the pain you felt in your hand was from touching Glabbagool's acidic form as he ripped the box from your touch to separate your minds from it. You all take 5 points of damage must roll a Constitution saving throw!
Elmo retreats into his mind and becomes paralyzed!
Elmo -
Continues to fall helplessly into the darkness that's enveloped him and endlessly searches for warmth, but there is only cold...and the stench of death everywhere...
Gremryl backs off a few steps and clutches his forehead..he looks around at his companions for a moment..confused. It’s this moment when Gremryl realizes that he doesn’t know the names of anybody in this group. He doesn’t remember his own name! He gives off a very concerned and horrified look to any who might be watching him right now.
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To both Grem and Leon as he exits.
"Who says that Leon hasn't received a fine quality pocket mean from Ol'Elmo? Perhaps the gods have blessed his pocket. (once Leon is out of ear shot.) Grem mate, does Elmo give of a gay vibe mate?"
To Glab:
"Great to have ye back mate! Tell me ye was practicing your humor and story telling in our absence. If not, then I bet ye experienced some adventure that just needs to be spun into a fine and interesting yarn. If ye are going to be able to be able to meet friends outside of this group one day, then it wouldn't hurt to be like your teach Elmo and be positively delightful. Having a pleasing and entertaining disposition can take some of the focus that some more shallow and judgmental types may have towards your... unique appearance and eating habits. Tonight, during me watch shift, I look forward to resuming our personality lessons and you letting Elmo talk your slimey ears off."
To stool: "Hey little buddy! It seems that you have been spending lots of time with our new friend? What have you two rascals been up to? He isn't trying to fill your sweet innocent head with naughtiness, is he? Also, I want to compliment you on how great you have been doing on our journey thus far. Your friendship spores and telepathy spores have saved our butts more than once! I dare say that you are the MVP of this group!! Are there any other tricks that you feel up to trying? Maybe something that can further manipulate the minds of our enemies? You can instill friendship, but what of fear? Perhaps an aversion to certain elements? Maybe the ability to tap into the thoughts of enemies as well as friends? I just know you can do amazing things if you try real hard (hugs stool)!"
To Elmo: "Don't listen to him, Elmo. You don't give off a gay vibe. It's more of a signal fire of volcanic proportions that proclaims your love of "meat snacks" to all plains of existence."
To Hemeth: "How far away from your city are we? And what can we expect when we get there? Any points of interest we should be aware of? WHo is in charge?"
To Grem: "Hey buddy, got a second? I'm just a poor lost little girl down here in the scary underdark and I'm feeling a bit...exposed. I'm sure that a strapping warrior such as yourself has all kinds of useful knowledge that will keep my tender young flesh from being ripped asunder. Can you show me how to use some of your fancy armor? I'd love a chance to be able to cast spells while not having it get in my way" This is how I'd like to spend my down time; training with Grem to get proficient in some armor.
a horrified expression comes over Gremryl:
Leon approaches Lhutz.
Leon receives the box from Lhutz. Leon says a prayer to himself casting guidance and begins to investigate ( 12 plus 3 ) the box
If either Morgana or Elmo or both checks the box again Leon cast guidance on them.
Elmo would like to investigate for traps on the box.
“Let me see what this box is all about”
Investigation check: 13
add 1d4 for guidance: 4
“Thanks for your help Leon mate”
19
To Leon: "Like I told you, I already checked the damn thing. But maybe with your help I can get a bit further..." Arcana check= 13 Guidance=3
20
3
Elmo retreats into his mind and becomes paralyzed!
Elmo -
Continues to fall helplessly into the darkness that's enveloped him and endlessly searches for warmth, but there is only cold...and the stench of death everywhere...
11
Gremryl fails the Con saving throw. Roll a d100!
Con save 21
78