Føpé attempts to push his attacker off with one hand, while with the other, pores a handful of maggots down his throat. He wants to ask why he would get in the way of his eating such a wonderful feast, but there's no time for breathing, talking, and eating all this wonderful food. Rot, overflowing his small mouth, pours onto his armor as grubs climb up his elbows.
Putrid meat stains his knees and shins as he crawls across the table.
Puddin successfully uses her greater size to force Fope away from the table. Kif only eats for a few seconds more before you can all see the proverbial scales come away from his eyes, and he can see what he's done.
Kif has the Poisoned condition until his next completed long rest. Fope, because you were stopped in Round 2 of the feast (instead of carrying it through to the end, in Round 3), you get a Constitution save at disadvantage to avoid having the Poisoned condition until your next completed long rest.
Barnaby, your studies of the arcane are sufficient to inform you that powerful illusion magic and powerful transmutation magic could have created this banquet. Nothing within your current skill set, but it is explained by the magical aura you've already noticed.
Kif looks around in confusion and upon realizing what he'd been showing in his gullet he turns and barfs all over the corner of the dining room. He uses the cloak to wipe up any filth on his hands and clothes and takes a big swig of water from his canteen. Then he barfs again.
Uggh, that's almost as bad as the shit we had to eat during the siege of Kyrgaz Keep, but then we were in there for months before we were busted out . This place is ****ed up
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Constitution save at disadvantage: 9
Føpé looks at the table, thoroughly washes his mouth out with a swig of water, burps of some of the nastiness, tastes it all again, and joins Kiff in the barf corner.
He then attempts to speak, and fails, but finally, As you all know, I have a knack for running away. Perhaps, now, we could practice this skill together. My sword can not cut incorporeal enemies.
While speaking, Føpé keeps an eye out to make sure Revenge doesn't take an interest in anything too nasty.
Barnaby, with that stupendous arcana check, I’ll give you one other thing. As you look around the room for clues, you notice that one deep scarlet tapestry has runes very subtly woven into it. At first glance it looks a solid dark red, but there’s something else to it.
Upon further examination you realize it is a cleverly concealed robe, and not a tapestry at all.
We have to assume nothing here is as it seems, even the kids
Kif retches again, at this point his chest hurts from the thorough chundering that has gone on. He is glad that it hasn't become a brown pants alert, he hopes he got it all out of his system
Bold: well guys, that was a brutal scene to watch...and smell. Whoever cast that illusion has made us look like fools and knows that it still has the upper hand. But I am not proud...I am inclined to Fope's suggestion of leaving. Aren't we already in a mission? If those kids are real, perhaps all we need to say is: "Hey Kiddos, sorry, this is beyond us. Just hold tight and someone else will be along."
Besides, what if our desire to help only leads to the death of our most important charge? Or, one of us?
So are the kids fiction, like this feast, or are their parents victims of this magic much like I was. I'd hate to leave anyone in the grasp of whatever is going on here.
Barnaby offers his flask to the barf brothers in case they want to cleanse the pallet. He will the attempt to take the robe down off the wall.
The robe comes down easily enough. Its hanger appears to have been designed for easy removal.
You don't learn anything more about it from closer examination. It is deep scarlet, and appears at a glance to be solid in coloring. Closer examination reveals runes subtly woven into the fabric. Perhaps if you spent more time with it, you would understand more.
Bold: Well Kif, do you think you have the "stomach" to get through the rest of this house? Just look at how easily two of our small band went down. Whatever this is does not want us here - I'm happy to oblige.
She turns to Ireena. Bold: My dear, please allow me to escort you out of the house and find us a hiding spot until the rest of our party gets their senses about them. It is not safe for you or even for our party here.
Ireena looks out the windows. It is growing dark in the Svalich Wood. This is the rear of the house; the children, the porch, and the road are not visible. She is clearly considering the relative dangers of being in the house and being out of the house as night falls.
How are we to be heroes if we turn tail and run the first time we scrape our knees? A few of us are looking a bit green, but we are not hurt. Come, let us press on and slay the fearsome beast that haunts this home. If the family is an illusion, then they will surely return to the ether when we are victorious. And are you not fascinated by these wondrous circumstances? My curiosity alone feels reason enough to move on, never mind the growing dark outside and dangers that certainly come with it.
Put a beast in front of me, and I shall endeavor to slay it, but how are we to fight magic of this nature? Despite your fire throwing ferocity, Honored Elder, you did not rescue Kiff with a magic of your own. And so, should we meet the monster of this house, if it even has a physical form subject to the edge of an axe, our axeman is nearly incapacitated.
There is a story told by my people of a lone tent out on the Plains. It appears to the lost shepherd during the fiercest of storms. But whoa to he that enters, for it is the tent of Ulcer, shortest, and consequently fiercest, of all plains' elders. It is said that once you enter, he will teach you so much wisdom, that by the time the storm passes, never again will you get drunk off overripe bulge fruit, never again will you kiss a girl in the Offsmelling Caves, and never again will you ignore your mother's counsel. I believe this place here may be worse.
As to your question, we will be heroes by helping Ireena, not by joining the cadre of ghosts that haunt this place.
Føpé attempts to push his attacker off with one hand, while with the other, pores a handful of maggots down his throat. He wants to ask why he would get in the way of his eating such a wonderful feast, but there's no time for breathing, talking, and eating all this wonderful food. Rot, overflowing his small mouth, pours onto his armor as grubs climb up his elbows.
Putrid meat stains his knees and shins as he crawls across the table.
Puddin, stumbles slightly away from Fope, but lunges at him again to try to restrain him. Just his smell alone made her gag.
Athletics: 11
Ok. Fope, please give us an Acrobatics or Athletics check. Whichever is higher. :)
Barnaby is going to use inspiration on an arcana check to try and figure out what the patootie is going on.
Arcana:11 22
Edit: If it should have been religion, it’s the same bonus.
Føpé attempts to doge Puddin's efforts to keep him from this wonderful feast 4 while at the same time grabbing a plumb strawberry weevil.
But, on account of being a halfling and getting to reroll 1's: 4
Woot!
Puddin successfully uses her greater size to force Fope away from the table. Kif only eats for a few seconds more before you can all see the proverbial scales come away from his eyes, and he can see what he's done.
Kif has the Poisoned condition until his next completed long rest. Fope, because you were stopped in Round 2 of the feast (instead of carrying it through to the end, in Round 3), you get a Constitution save at disadvantage to avoid having the Poisoned condition until your next completed long rest.
Barnaby, your studies of the arcane are sufficient to inform you that powerful illusion magic and powerful transmutation magic could have created this banquet. Nothing within your current skill set, but it is explained by the magical aura you've already noticed.
You can click on the little “I” in the top right corner on roll20 to look up many things in D&D, including what “poisoned” means.
what, no poison save? rigged I tell ya
Kif looks around in confusion and upon realizing what he'd been showing in his gullet he turns and barfs all over the corner of the dining room. He uses the cloak to wipe up any filth on his hands and clothes and takes a big swig of water from his canteen. Then he barfs again.
Uggh, that's almost as bad as the shit we had to eat during the siege of Kyrgaz Keep, but then we were in there for months before we were busted out . This place is ****ed up
Constitution save at disadvantage: 9
Føpé looks at the table, thoroughly washes his mouth out with a swig of water, burps of some of the nastiness, tastes it all again, and joins Kiff in the barf corner.
He then attempts to speak, and fails, but finally, As you all know, I have a knack for running away. Perhaps, now, we could practice this skill together. My sword can not cut incorporeal enemies.
While speaking, Føpé keeps an eye out to make sure Revenge doesn't take an interest in anything too nasty.
Barnaby, with that stupendous arcana check, I’ll give you one other thing. As you look around the room for clues, you notice that one deep scarlet tapestry has runes very subtly woven into it. At first glance it looks a solid dark red, but there’s something else to it.
Upon further examination you realize it is a cleverly concealed robe, and not a tapestry at all.
Føpé noticed that earlier, but got a bit side tracked.
We have to assume nothing here is as it seems, even the kids
Kif retches again, at this point his chest hurts from the thorough chundering that has gone on. He is glad that it hasn't become a brown pants alert, he hopes he got it all out of his system
Barnaby offers his flask to the barf brothers in case they want to cleanse the pallet. He will the attempt to take the robe down off the wall.
Bold: well guys, that was a brutal scene to watch...and smell. Whoever cast that illusion has made us look like fools and knows that it still has the upper hand. But I am not proud...I am inclined to Fope's suggestion of leaving. Aren't we already in a mission? If those kids are real, perhaps all we need to say is: "Hey Kiddos, sorry, this is beyond us. Just hold tight and someone else will be along."
Besides, what if our desire to help only leads to the death of our most important charge? Or, one of us?
So are the kids fiction, like this feast, or are their parents victims of this magic much like I was. I'd hate to leave anyone in the grasp of whatever is going on here.
The robe comes down easily enough. Its hanger appears to have been designed for easy removal.
You don't learn anything more about it from closer examination. It is deep scarlet, and appears at a glance to be solid in coloring. Closer examination reveals runes subtly woven into the fabric. Perhaps if you spent more time with it, you would understand more.
Puddin does not see Barnaby pull down the robe.
Bold: Well Kif, do you think you have the "stomach" to get through the rest of this house? Just look at how easily two of our small band went down. Whatever this is does not want us here - I'm happy to oblige.
She turns to Ireena. Bold: My dear, please allow me to escort you out of the house and find us a hiding spot until the rest of our party gets their senses about them. It is not safe for you or even for our party here.
Ireena looks out the windows. It is growing dark in the Svalich Wood. This is the rear of the house; the children, the porch, and the road are not visible. She is clearly considering the relative dangers of being in the house and being out of the house as night falls.
How are we to be heroes if we turn tail and run the first time we scrape our knees? A few of us are looking a bit green, but we are not hurt. Come, let us press on and slay the fearsome beast that haunts this home. If the family is an illusion, then they will surely return to the ether when we are victorious. And are you not fascinated by these wondrous circumstances? My curiosity alone feels reason enough to move on, never mind the growing dark outside and dangers that certainly come with it.
Put a beast in front of me, and I shall endeavor to slay it, but how are we to fight magic of this nature? Despite your fire throwing ferocity, Honored Elder, you did not rescue Kiff with a magic of your own. And so, should we meet the monster of this house, if it even has a physical form subject to the edge of an axe, our axeman is nearly incapacitated.
There is a story told by my people of a lone tent out on the Plains. It appears to the lost shepherd during the fiercest of storms. But whoa to he that enters, for it is the tent of Ulcer, shortest, and consequently fiercest, of all plains' elders. It is said that once you enter, he will teach you so much wisdom, that by the time the storm passes, never again will you get drunk off overripe bulge fruit, never again will you kiss a girl in the Offsmelling Caves, and never again will you ignore your mother's counsel. I believe this place here may be worse.
As to your question, we will be heroes by helping Ireena, not by joining the cadre of ghosts that haunt this place.