(OOC As long as there are Possessed people under his control, he can use the bodies to do whatever he wants - dig, open a door, touch objects to interact, make beef jerky, move objects, whatever. If they get caught in the Sunlight, the demons are cast out).
Wait- beef jerky? Oh boy- you know I’m in. Ok, I make any surviving taken make me some food. I’m hungry. But please don’t actually transform me into food. I’ll roll to see how they understand: 7
Wait- beef jerky? Oh boy- you know I’m in. Ok, I make any surviving taken make me some food. I’m hungry. But please don’t actually transform me into food. I’ll roll to see how they understand. Dice roller is broken sorry
The Possessed, seemingly completely lost for any sort of cause, good, evil or survival related, begin pulling strips off meat from their own bodies and attempting start a fire to cook and then dry the meat. It appears to be impossible, and the Taken find themselves severally lacking in muscle structure after mutilating themselves.
Wait- beef jerky? Oh boy- you know I’m in. Ok, I make any surviving taken make me some food. I’m hungry. But please don’t actually transform me into food. I’ll roll to see how they understand. Dice roller is broken sorry
The Possessed, seemingly completely lost for any sort of cause, good, evil or survival related, begin pulling strips off meat from their own bodies and attempting start a fire to cook and then dry the meat. It appears to be impossible, and the Taken find themselves severally lacking in muscle structure after mutilating themselves.
The wind has dropped considerably and the dust is beginning to settle as the group of Taken continue to try and make jerky. The begin bursting into flames as the devil attempts casts fire down upon them, much to their chagrin.
The Split Suns begin their ascent into the sky, the planet's axis so skewed that one sickly red half-sun can be seen at the South end of the chasm before the Eastern half will even be seen in the East hours later. Reddish light begins shining down upon the ruined village of Safety, a name that has long sense expired in this place.
As the rays of sunlight warm the sand and break the shadows, the Possessed are caught in the beams of light, screaming and gurgling in pain. Their mutilated bodies begin steaming and their remaining skin bubbling, fire and lightning bursting from their throats as they attempt to breathe. As the South sun fully shines down into the valley, black, ashy shadows, laced with electricity arc from the bodies, streaking up the buildings and walls of the chasm, seeking flesh and shadow before dissipating into the purple and orange sunrise.
A roar of frustration fills the sky and booms down the chasm and across the desert wastes as the Great Demon's power retreats into his Hell, choked out of existence for another bright, sunny day.
The filthy crystal on the Lighthouse dully attempts to shine, so coated in sand that it fails to refract the light from the South Sun.
Flocks of desert birds begin stirring from the cracks of the rocks where they took shelter, diving for sunning lizards and snakes which are emerging to find warmth.
The party awakens (or pretends to, depending on how sneaky they are) from their slumber to the sounds of light wind wisping along the metal room in soft gusts. Sunlight is beginning to shine through the small holes in the tin above, filtering through the dusty air in the room. The strange shrieks of desert birds and low howls of daytime creatures can be heard bouncing through the chasm around them, amplified by the box they are all trapped inside of.
It is beginning to become quite warm and everyone would like to be free of the Great Hall.
Tunist has been up for hours and sniffs around the building, stopping here and there to bustle around the crates or dig at the sand. Nearby, Kat stretches and rises to her feet, her knees aching. She stiffly walks to the door and begins examining the "anchor" that Hadar has put in place. "How the hell are we going to get out of this one?" she wonders.
Eriana and several of the other villagers are preparing what little food and drink they have left, passing it out evenly among the survivors. She glances towards the party and heads over to offer them some morning sustenance as well. "Please eat and drink, my friends. I'm sure today will be hot and dry, so best to try and stay strong. I hope that we can get the sand and anchor moved back from the door before we begin running low on water. It does not stay cool in the Hall during midday. I believe there are some tools around here somewhere, though we may have to dig around for a while to find them. Feel free to look yourself if you feel so inclined." She gives a small bow and goes back to feeding to distributing food among the villagers.
In the back of the hall, a pained muttering can be heard. It appears that one of the older villager men is sick and feverish. A younger man is restraining him slightly, attempting to pour water across the older man's cracked lips into his mouth between the man's raspy moans.
Tunist has begin digging into the hill of sand, wood and debris at the door. It's doubtful that he'll be able to make much progress without opposable thumbs.
Leann finds a stash of rusty tools near the back of the building behind some of the smaller crates near the old man with the fever. There is pickax, a couple of shovels, an ax and other miscellaneous equipment such as hammers and saws.
The sick old man sputters and and shivers, staring at Leann with strange eyes. He is going in and out of seizures and the younger man sits at his side, very worried.
Leann also notices a symbol on many of the crates - a red stamp of a single sun with 11 rays emanating from it and an eye in the center. It seems that most of the crates with the symbol are the larger sized crates, 3 - 5 feet across.
The old man's eyes roll back in his head and he gasps, his fever seeming to subside. His eyes becoming sharp again, he nervously glances at Leann and skitters backward into the shadows.
The younger man looks from him to Leann and back again, seeming unsure of the situation.
"Thank you for helping my uncle m'lady. I am Rob, the keeper of the Well. Please excuse me, as I must keep tending to him."
The party hears a thunk and turns around. They see an aaracockra flying into the window inside. Leann says “What the hell just happened?” Oritari turns around and says “You saw nothing. Anyway, I’m Oritari, and I just found myself in here. I guess I’ll let you introduce yourselves, because I have no idea who you are.” Oritari is a very awkward person, (like me, because I don’t know how to act like a normal person) but nice when you get to know him. Was that meta gaming?
The party hears a thunk and turns around. They see an aaracockra flying into the window inside. Leann says “What the hell just happened?” Oritari turns around and says “You saw nothing. Anyway, I’m Oritari, and I just found myself in here. I guess I’ll let you introduce yourselves, because I have no idea who you are.” Oritari is a very awkward person, (like me, because I don’t know how to act like a normal person) but nice when you get to know him. Was that meta gaming?
(OOC - LOL wow. OK, so there is no window in this building, but we'll just roll with it and move on. You can't act or speak for Leann though, that ain't how it works. Anyway, I guess you're inside now. And yes, that is meta. Let's say those type of comments in the OOC side forum if needed.)
Hadar hadn't intended to sleep, but apparently he was far more tired than he realized. After checking to make sure everything on him was as it should be, he rises, offers thanks as he eats some of what has been offered, and washes up a bit. He doesn't necessarily feel rested, but it'll do.
Looking at the plug, he takes a moment to marvel that the contraption had actually worked. He could feel a bit of soreness in his limbs from ripping the door off, and hoped his planning worked both way.
He wanted out as much as anyone and he was willing to cut a hole in the damn wall, if needed.
First things first, he dislodges the pitons from the floor, then checks to see if the rope is still taut and the crates aren't about to crumble. Finding them serviceable, Hadar notices Leann coming over with a shovel. Nodding to her, he says, "My goal is to pull this thing into the room and gently let the sand spill around the edges. I many need your help to get it rolling, if it doesn't slide easy. After that, I have a spade and two strong arms to aid in your efforts." Trying to gauge her reaction, "Shall we combine our strengths?"
Suddenly, Hadar realizes there is a very obnoxious bird thing in the room. He shakes his head at not realizing it sooner, but turns back to Leann and waits for an answer. Quickly realizing it had spoken, he states over his shoulder, "Let's get out of here and into the sunlight before we make new friends. But, if you'd like to be of use, do you have a spade to help with directing the sand?"
Without the necessary strength to help opening the stuck door, Ashissa instead walks toward Kat the librarian asking if she has books on her possession she could borrow to read while having her breakfast that Eriana and the other villagers had offered.
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Leann shrugs and nods as she moves towards the blocked door. Seeing the glance over to the bird creature she shrugs. "I am not sure where that thing came from, but I doubt if it will be much help in this." She bends her back to help with the work. Her long blond braid falls down over her shoulder as she works, and she brushes it back behind her as she wipes sweat from her brow during the work.
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Hadar grunts in agreements at Leann and focuses on the task at hand.
Using his feet to swipe as much sand from his path as he can, the half-orc plants his feet (making sure to bend his knees) and grabs the rope to pull the plug.
Athletics check to do a controlled pull of the plug, trying not to send sand everywhere = 18
(OOC As long as there are Possessed people under his control, he can use the bodies to do whatever he wants - dig, open a door, touch objects to interact, make beef jerky, move objects, whatever. If they get caught in the Sunlight, the demons are cast out).
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Wait- beef jerky? Oh boy- you know I’m in. Ok, I make any surviving taken make me some food. I’m hungry. But please don’t actually transform me into food. I’ll roll to see how they understand: 7
15
The Possessed, seemingly completely lost for any sort of cause, good, evil or survival related, begin pulling strips off meat from their own bodies and attempting start a fire to cook and then dry the meat. It appears to be impossible, and the Taken find themselves severally lacking in muscle structure after mutilating themselves.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
I will try and cook them myself 4
Well I probably won’t burn because since tieflings have fire resistance and I’m the devil.
The wind has dropped considerably and the dust is beginning to settle as the group of Taken continue to try and make jerky. The begin bursting into flames as the devil attempts casts fire down upon them, much to their chagrin.
The Split Suns begin their ascent into the sky, the planet's axis so skewed that one sickly red half-sun can be seen at the South end of the chasm before the Eastern half will even be seen in the East hours later. Reddish light begins shining down upon the ruined village of Safety, a name that has long sense expired in this place.
As the rays of sunlight warm the sand and break the shadows, the Possessed are caught in the beams of light, screaming and gurgling in pain. Their mutilated bodies begin steaming and their remaining skin bubbling, fire and lightning bursting from their throats as they attempt to breathe. As the South sun fully shines down into the valley, black, ashy shadows, laced with electricity arc from the bodies, streaking up the buildings and walls of the chasm, seeking flesh and shadow before dissipating into the purple and orange sunrise.
A roar of frustration fills the sky and booms down the chasm and across the desert wastes as the Great Demon's power retreats into his Hell, choked out of existence for another bright, sunny day.
The filthy crystal on the Lighthouse dully attempts to shine, so coated in sand that it fails to refract the light from the South Sun.
Flocks of desert birds begin stirring from the cracks of the rocks where they took shelter, diving for sunning lizards and snakes which are emerging to find warmth.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
The party awakens (or pretends to, depending on how sneaky they are) from their slumber to the sounds of light wind wisping along the metal room in soft gusts. Sunlight is beginning to shine through the small holes in the tin above, filtering through the dusty air in the room. The strange shrieks of desert birds and low howls of daytime creatures can be heard bouncing through the chasm around them, amplified by the box they are all trapped inside of.
It is beginning to become quite warm and everyone would like to be free of the Great Hall.
Tunist has been up for hours and sniffs around the building, stopping here and there to bustle around the crates or dig at the sand. Nearby, Kat stretches and rises to her feet, her knees aching. She stiffly walks to the door and begins examining the "anchor" that Hadar has put in place. "How the hell are we going to get out of this one?" she wonders.
Eriana and several of the other villagers are preparing what little food and drink they have left, passing it out evenly among the survivors. She glances towards the party and heads over to offer them some morning sustenance as well. "Please eat and drink, my friends. I'm sure today will be hot and dry, so best to try and stay strong. I hope that we can get the sand and anchor moved back from the door before we begin running low on water. It does not stay cool in the Hall during midday. I believe there are some tools around here somewhere, though we may have to dig around for a while to find them. Feel free to look yourself if you feel so inclined." She gives a small bow and goes back to feeding to distributing food among the villagers.
In the back of the hall, a pained muttering can be heard. It appears that one of the older villager men is sick and feverish. A younger man is restraining him slightly, attempting to pour water across the older man's cracked lips into his mouth between the man's raspy moans.
Tunist has begin digging into the hill of sand, wood and debris at the door. It's doubtful that he'll be able to make much progress without opposable thumbs.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Leann will thank the woman for the food and drink. She then will start poking around the area for tools to help dig out of the bunker.
Perception: 20
Leann finds a stash of rusty tools near the back of the building behind some of the smaller crates near the old man with the fever. There is pickax, a couple of shovels, an ax and other miscellaneous equipment such as hammers and saws.
The sick old man sputters and and shivers, staring at Leann with strange eyes. He is going in and out of seizures and the younger man sits at his side, very worried.
Leann also notices a symbol on many of the crates - a red stamp of a single sun with 11 rays emanating from it and an eye in the center. It seems that most of the crates with the symbol are the larger sized crates, 3 - 5 feet across.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Leann will use Lay on Hands and cure the man of one disease afflicting him.
The old man's eyes roll back in his head and he gasps, his fever seeming to subside. His eyes becoming sharp again, he nervously glances at Leann and skitters backward into the shadows.
The younger man looks from him to Leann and back again, seeming unsure of the situation.
"Thank you for helping my uncle m'lady. I am Rob, the keeper of the Well. Please excuse me, as I must keep tending to him."
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Leann will shrug and take a shovel towards the sand-filled front door and get to work.
Alright my cleric is ready
The party hears a thunk and turns around. They see an aaracockra flying into the window inside. Leann says “What the hell just happened?” Oritari turns around and says “You saw nothing. Anyway, I’m Oritari, and I just found myself in here. I guess I’ll let you introduce yourselves, because I have no idea who you are.” Oritari is a very awkward person, (like me, because I don’t know how to act like a normal person) but nice when you get to know him. Was that meta gaming?
(OOC - LOL wow. OK, so there is no window in this building, but we'll just roll with it and move on. You can't act or speak for Leann though, that ain't how it works. Anyway, I guess you're inside now. And yes, that is meta. Let's say those type of comments in the OOC side forum if needed.)
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Hadar hadn't intended to sleep, but apparently he was far more tired than he realized. After checking to make sure everything on him was as it should be, he rises, offers thanks as he eats some of what has been offered, and washes up a bit. He doesn't necessarily feel rested, but it'll do.
Looking at the plug, he takes a moment to marvel that the contraption had actually worked. He could feel a bit of soreness in his limbs from ripping the door off, and hoped his planning worked both way.
He wanted out as much as anyone and he was willing to cut a hole in the damn wall, if needed.
First things first, he dislodges the pitons from the floor, then checks to see if the rope is still taut and the crates aren't about to crumble. Finding them serviceable, Hadar notices Leann coming over with a shovel. Nodding to her, he says, "My goal is to pull this thing into the room and gently let the sand spill around the edges. I many need your help to get it rolling, if it doesn't slide easy. After that, I have a spade and two strong arms to aid in your efforts." Trying to gauge her reaction, "Shall we combine our strengths?"
Suddenly, Hadar realizes there is a very obnoxious bird thing in the room. He shakes his head at not realizing it sooner, but turns back to Leann and waits for an answer. Quickly realizing it had spoken, he states over his shoulder, "Let's get out of here and into the sunlight before we make new friends. But, if you'd like to be of use, do you have a spade to help with directing the sand?"
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Without the necessary strength to help opening the stuck door, Ashissa instead walks toward Kat the librarian asking if she has books on her possession she could borrow to read while having her breakfast that Eriana and the other villagers had offered.
Leann shrugs and nods as she moves towards the blocked door. Seeing the glance over to the bird creature she shrugs. "I am not sure where that thing came from, but I doubt if it will be much help in this." She bends her back to help with the work. Her long blond braid falls down over her shoulder as she works, and she brushes it back behind her as she wipes sweat from her brow during the work.
Athletics: 9
Hadar grunts in agreements at Leann and focuses on the task at hand.
Using his feet to swipe as much sand from his path as he can, the half-orc plants his feet (making sure to bend his knees) and grabs the rope to pull the plug.
Athletics check to do a controlled pull of the plug, trying not to send sand everywhere = 18
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods