Looking at Finn Violet sighs and punches him in the shoulder, hard. "Listen to yourself. What you got to feel sorry about? You saved a bunch of people didn't ya?" She places her hands on her hips, "Yah, a bunch of them died, but if you hadn't done anything, all of them would've died. So stick your chest out a bit." With a small huff, she pushes some of her hair out of her face, "But if you're done feeling sad about yourself, there's something I got to tell you all if you've got the chance." Taking a cautious glance at their surroundings, she whispers to everyone in the group, "I went to their leader's tent and grabbed a bunch of stuff. Most of it is still in my bag, but.....short version, some ******* was tryin' to push me around and so one of them is gone now."
Doc walks in after his visit to the local merchant. "I agree with Violet, Quilqwen: you lot did what you could, and many remain alive because of your initial efforts. Considering my divine magic was unable to have any effect on the darkness we encountered...suffice to say, that thing is far beyond any of our abilities. I doubt we were ever supposed to make it to that camp, so we must direct our focus elsewhere. Let's see what Violet was able to grab."
“Quilqwen, we’ve been over this. Self pity does not become you, and we have a greater issue at hand. One that can be fixed. Do tell, Violet, what did you find?”
Violet guides the group to a more private location (her room in the inn if it's available), and pulls out the arcane focus onyx heart, a few scrolls written in a language she can't understand, and a map of an unknown place. "This and a weird book were all that I could grab. The book had an *******, that ended up destroying the book, so he and the book are gone now."
Only one of the scrolls is magical, the rest just contain writing in Orcish. Some of the writing has notes to the side of it in Abyssal. The Abyssal parts of the notes talk of something or somewhere called "The Void", something about some sort of power, and the word "legion" also appears. (since Estellen can read Abyssal)
The words on the magical scroll shift as you try and read them, as if they don't want to be read. It hurts your mind and takes a fair while longer than normal, but you are eventually able to read what's on the page. It talks of a spell called "Void Mist", which summons a cloud of particles from... somewhere... that blinds creatures and deals damage of a type you can't quite discern.
3rd level, 1 Action, lasts a minute, V, S, M*
You create a 20-foot-radius sphere of dark, micro-particles of void energy up to 60 foot away. The cloud spreads around corners and through full cover and solid objects. It persists for the duration.
Each creature that is completely within the cloud at the start of its turn must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save the creature is blinded for 1 minute and 3d8 void damage. On a successful save the creature takes half damage, and suffers no other effects. Creatures immune to void damage are unaffected by this spell.
Wind has no effect on this spell.
*- (a shard of a void crystal or a handful of void dust which the spell consumes)
(any spell user can cast the spell from the scroll as long as they have taken 10 minutes to read it at some point before casting it, due to the shifting nature of the text)
Violet smirks a little, but rolls her eyes annoyed, "Not really, they were a lot like these scrolls, the words weird and moving. Not to mention, just as I was getting a single word, the bozzo dragged me into his own little world and tried to offer me some shitty deal." She huffs and crosses her arms
“This gives me a bit of a headache to read but I think I’ve puzzled a bit of this out. This here holding up the scroll is a spell scroll, one which I have not seen before nor have any knowledge of. I will be taking this to do some research, most likely in Crossroads.
I have not heard of this ‘void’ before, it may be related to Demons and the Abyss, but it may be something else entirely. I would recommend that you all accompany me, as this is an unknown that may be incredibly dangerous to our world.
And Violet, what kind of deal did he offer you, and how did you escape?”
"He want to know if I wanted his power. I told him to buzz off. He didn't like that. So he tried to hurt me, but I'm a badass, so it didn't work." She's intentionally ignoring how she nearly died from that, "As for how I got out. Like I said, badass.....I may have also pissed him off enough that he kicked me out."
After a little while of sitting in one of the more isolated areas of the bar, a large man walks over. "Were these people rescued from the Orcs? I don't recognise any of them. What happened to those that lived here?" He speaks softly and quietly, so the others in the bar don't overhear. He's brought a round of ales over to you and places them down on the table, likely to look a bit more normal for coming over.
“I’m glad that attitude of yours has actually been useful to us. We’ll talk more later.”
As the man comes over, Estellen turns his head slightly his way, not fully looking at the man, “Yes, they were. Presumably the Orcs have been taking these people and dragging them around for god knows what from town to town, so not all of them may be your neighbors. Is there someone you’re looking for specifically?”
"Unfortunately not everyone made it. Many people were lost to the orcs. I am sorry if your flock was among them. Do you know where we might find the elders of this town? We should discuss with them what happened."
Jartrin looks at the large man "If you want to find sombody who was kidnapped from this town you have better luck visiting there home or ask sombody who share the same house. I saw some part of the group leave when we entered the town, after all wouldn't you wanna go back to the house of your family after being forcefully seperated. These here are probably straglers from other towns." The dragonborn then drink some of the ale.
"Ah, ok. They've just gone home. I'm not looking for anyone, but I know it's a bit selfish, we did kinda hire you to bring back those that were taken from here. It might be a tight squeeze, but I'm sure we'll be able to house everyone for a few nights. The town master left several days ago on business, somewhere to the south. Possibly Byham, but I'm unsure." As he begins to head away, "If you need me, I'll be behind the bar all night. Oh and the six rooms you had last are still free." He rummages around in his pockets for a moment before placing 6 keys on the table. Each key has a wooden tag with a number etched into it.
He heads back behind the bar and starts organising food, drink, and lodgings for the refugees.
It's not much longer into the night when a male Tiefling with very dark red skin staggers through the door. One horn is almost completely gone, oozing blood down his face. Although this oozing blood is not much noticed as about half of his face is just missing, showing the muscle and bone beneath. In his right hand he holds a sword that looks like it's been cleanly cut about a third of the way up. His left hand is hidden within a bloodstained rag he holds close to his chest. His leather armour also has several chunks missing, with more invisible wounds leaking blood onto his clothes and the floor. He staggers almost drunkenly to the bar, falling down into a half sitting position onto the floor beside it.
Tailine: you know this Tiefling.
Despite the wounds you recognise this as Strife. You also know he favours his left hand in combat. (he is amazingly good with both hands, but favours the left) Therefore it is unusual to see him holding the sword in his right hand (or what's left of it). Based on previous experience, nothing has ever bested this man and seeing him wounded so gravely unsettles you as to what could have done this to someone so strong.
Tailine will go pale, which looks disconcerting with her skin tone. "Strife!" She will rush to the other Tiefling's side and crouch on the floor, "By the Night, what's happened to you?" She will pull off her cloak and try to staunch the blood coming from one of his many wounds, the part of her mind that's still rational knowing it won't do much good. She'll turn to the others, hating herself for how pleading and weak she sounds when she says, "Please, he needs help."
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Tailine, as you reach his side, he falls unconscious. The movement of his chest showing that he still breathes.
Doc, As you look over him, moving some of the rags aside to fully assess the level of injury, the rag around his left hand is pulled aside. Underneath there is no hand. It has been cut clean off just above the wrist, exposing yet more bone and muscle. You ascertain that it's mostly just sheer willpower keeping him alive at this point, with nothing short of magical healing able to heal him. (although given he's survived this long, his willpower might be strong enough to overcome even these injuries)
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Looking at Finn Violet sighs and punches him in the shoulder, hard. "Listen to yourself. What you got to feel sorry about? You saved a bunch of people didn't ya?" She places her hands on her hips, "Yah, a bunch of them died, but if you hadn't done anything, all of them would've died. So stick your chest out a bit." With a small huff, she pushes some of her hair out of her face, "But if you're done feeling sad about yourself, there's something I got to tell you all if you've got the chance." Taking a cautious glance at their surroundings, she whispers to everyone in the group, "I went to their leader's tent and grabbed a bunch of stuff. Most of it is still in my bag, but.....short version, some ******* was tryin' to push me around and so one of them is gone now."
Doc walks in after his visit to the local merchant. "I agree with Violet, Quilqwen: you lot did what you could, and many remain alive because of your initial efforts. Considering my divine magic was unable to have any effect on the darkness we encountered...suffice to say, that thing is far beyond any of our abilities. I doubt we were ever supposed to make it to that camp, so we must direct our focus elsewhere. Let's see what Violet was able to grab."
“Quilqwen, we’ve been over this. Self pity does not become you, and we have a greater issue at hand. One that can be fixed. Do tell, Violet, what did you find?”
Violet guides the group to a more private location (her room in the inn if it's available), and pulls out the arcane focus onyx heart, a few scrolls written in a language she can't understand, and a map of an unknown place. "This and a weird book were all that I could grab. The book had an *******, that ended up destroying the book, so he and the book are gone now."
“Unfortunate that the book was destroyed... as for the scrolls, I shall take a look at them”
Estellen reaches over, takes one of the scrolls, and begins identifying it. Arcana: 11
Quilqwen
”Why would a book need to poop?”
Only one of the scrolls is magical, the rest just contain writing in Orcish. Some of the writing has notes to the side of it in Abyssal. The Abyssal parts of the notes talk of something or somewhere called "The Void", something about some sort of power, and the word "legion" also appears. (since Estellen can read Abyssal)
The words on the magical scroll shift as you try and read them, as if they don't want to be read. It hurts your mind and takes a fair while longer than normal, but you are eventually able to read what's on the page. It talks of a spell called "Void Mist", which summons a cloud of particles from... somewhere... that blinds creatures and deals damage of a type you can't quite discern.
3rd level, 1 Action, lasts a minute, V, S, M*
You create a 20-foot-radius sphere of dark, micro-particles of void energy up to 60 foot away. The cloud spreads around corners and through full cover and solid objects. It persists for the duration.
Each creature that is completely within the cloud at the start of its turn must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save the creature is blinded for 1 minute and 3d8 void damage. On a successful save the creature takes half damage, and suffers no other effects. Creatures immune to void damage are unaffected by this spell.
Wind has no effect on this spell.
*- (a shard of a void crystal or a handful of void dust which the spell consumes)
(any spell user can cast the spell from the scroll as long as they have taken 10 minutes to read it at some point before casting it, due to the shifting nature of the text)
"Quill when she was talking about the ******* she was insulting the creature who destroyed the book not the book itself."
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Quilqwen
”That makes much more sense. Thank you Jartrin. Violet did you gat a chance to read the book before the creature pooped on it?”
Violet smirks a little, but rolls her eyes annoyed, "Not really, they were a lot like these scrolls, the words weird and moving. Not to mention, just as I was getting a single word, the bozzo dragged me into his own little world and tried to offer me some shitty deal." She huffs and crosses her arms
“This gives me a bit of a headache to read but I think I’ve puzzled a bit of this out. This here holding up the scroll is a spell scroll, one which I have not seen before nor have any knowledge of. I will be taking this to do some research, most likely in Crossroads.
I have not heard of this ‘void’ before, it may be related to Demons and the Abyss, but it may be something else entirely. I would recommend that you all accompany me, as this is an unknown that may be incredibly dangerous to our world.
And Violet, what kind of deal did he offer you, and how did you escape?”
"He want to know if I wanted his power. I told him to buzz off. He didn't like that. So he tried to hurt me, but I'm a badass, so it didn't work." She's intentionally ignoring how she nearly died from that, "As for how I got out. Like I said, badass.....I may have also pissed him off enough that he kicked me out."
After a little while of sitting in one of the more isolated areas of the bar, a large man walks over. "Were these people rescued from the Orcs? I don't recognise any of them. What happened to those that lived here?" He speaks softly and quietly, so the others in the bar don't overhear. He's brought a round of ales over to you and places them down on the table, likely to look a bit more normal for coming over.
“I’m glad that attitude of yours has actually been useful to us. We’ll talk more later.”
As the man comes over, Estellen turns his head slightly his way, not fully looking at the man, “Yes, they were. Presumably the Orcs have been taking these people and dragging them around for god knows what from town to town, so not all of them may be your neighbors. Is there someone you’re looking for specifically?”
Quilqwen
"Unfortunately not everyone made it. Many people were lost to the orcs. I am sorry if your flock was among them. Do you know where we might find the elders of this town? We should discuss with them what happened."
Jartrin looks at the large man "If you want to find sombody who was kidnapped from this town you have better luck visiting there home or ask sombody who share the same house. I saw some part of the group leave when we entered the town, after all wouldn't you wanna go back to the house of your family after being forcefully seperated. These here are probably straglers from other towns." The dragonborn then drink some of the ale.
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"Ah, ok. They've just gone home. I'm not looking for anyone, but I know it's a bit selfish, we did kinda hire you to bring back those that were taken from here. It might be a tight squeeze, but I'm sure we'll be able to house everyone for a few nights. The town master left several days ago on business, somewhere to the south. Possibly Byham, but I'm unsure." As he begins to head away, "If you need me, I'll be behind the bar all night. Oh and the six rooms you had last are still free." He rummages around in his pockets for a moment before placing 6 keys on the table. Each key has a wooden tag with a number etched into it.
He heads back behind the bar and starts organising food, drink, and lodgings for the refugees.
It's not much longer into the night when a male Tiefling with very dark red skin staggers through the door. One horn is almost completely gone, oozing blood down his face. Although this oozing blood is not much noticed as about half of his face is just missing, showing the muscle and bone beneath. In his right hand he holds a sword that looks like it's been cleanly cut about a third of the way up. His left hand is hidden within a bloodstained rag he holds close to his chest. His leather armour also has several chunks missing, with more invisible wounds leaking blood onto his clothes and the floor. He staggers almost drunkenly to the bar, falling down into a half sitting position onto the floor beside it.
Tailine: you know this Tiefling.
Despite the wounds you recognise this as Strife. You also know he favours his left hand in combat. (he is amazingly good with both hands, but favours the left) Therefore it is unusual to see him holding the sword in his right hand (or what's left of it). Based on previous experience, nothing has ever bested this man and seeing him wounded so gravely unsettles you as to what could have done this to someone so strong.
Tailine will go pale, which looks disconcerting with her skin tone. "Strife!" She will rush to the other Tiefling's side and crouch on the floor, "By the Night, what's happened to you?" She will pull off her cloak and try to staunch the blood coming from one of his many wounds, the part of her mind that's still rational knowing it won't do much good. She'll turn to the others, hating herself for how pleading and weak she sounds when she says, "Please, he needs help."
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Doc will go over to Taline and attempt to examine Strife.
Medicine: 18
Doc is trying to determine the seriousness of Strife's injury (Is he savable or is he too far gone?)
Tailine, as you reach his side, he falls unconscious. The movement of his chest showing that he still breathes.
Doc, As you look over him, moving some of the rags aside to fully assess the level of injury, the rag around his left hand is pulled aside. Underneath there is no hand. It has been cut clean off just above the wrist, exposing yet more bone and muscle. You ascertain that it's mostly just sheer willpower keeping him alive at this point, with nothing short of magical healing able to heal him. (although given he's survived this long, his willpower might be strong enough to overcome even these injuries)