Hunger and desire is written plainly on the Count's face as he sees so many willing to offer themselves to him. Looking to Lok and Delmon he murmurs: The willing always taste finer than the reluctant, but no, it is NOT all the same to me. Despite your willingness, I sense in him (pointing to Hatch) a truly virtuous soul, and the blood of the righteous is the sweetest of all. As for the willing righteous... the Count smiles and a small shiver of excitement seems to ripple through his shoulders.
Rising from his chair, he approaches the kneeling figure of Hatch. Reaching out one hand he places it on the paladin's head between the horns, slowly caresses down the side of the face until his fingers rest under the chin, after which a gentle upward pressure prompts Hatch to rise to his feet. The Count leans in toward Hatch's neck, eyes closed as he inhales deeply through the nose, and then stops abruptly. Withdrawing slightly, he stares the tiefling in the eye with an open look of curiosity and quietly murmurs, What are you? but leans in again before Hatch can answer.
To the horror of all looking on, the Count bares his teeth, revealing oversized canines that seem to visibly elongate. With a sudden thrust of the head, the Count plunges his fangs into Hatch's neck, and bright red blood spurts forth, splashing Hatch's chin and shoulder and dripping down onto the wooden dais. Hatch screams in pain and his muscles tense, but he makes no effort to resist, gallantly accepting his fate on behalf of the others.
After what seems like an eternity of slurping and gulping, the Count lifts his head. Blood is smeared all around his mouth and pours down his face. He wears a countenance of pure ectasy and lets out a moan of delight as he shouts: Ah! Such pleasure! Never in all the ages have I tasted blood such as this! I know not what manner of creature you are, or what ichor flows through these veins, but it is devilishly good! Again the Count bites down on Hatch's neck, and the brave tiefling's legs start to convulse with renewed agony. Another excruciating minute passes, and the appalled onlookers are ready to retaliate until they remember Hatch's covenant with the Count, that help was conditional on his drinking until satisfied.
Again the Count comes up as if for breath, and this time he laughs in elation. Hatch hangs weakly in his arms as the Count again shouts in his rapture: Vigor! Vitality! Strength such as I have never felt! A cocktail of celestial and fiendish - I must have it all, every precious drop. Ah, the bliss! Sinking to his knees with the now helpless and limp tiefling in his embrace, for the third time the Count sinks his fangs into the pale flesh. Groaning in his rhapsody, sobbing in euphoria, the Count drinks on. Most in the helpless crowd turn their faces away in sorrowful disgust, others cry out for mercy or scream in rage, but the Count is deaf to all, senseless to everything but the jubilant feast in which he is engaged.
As the strongest and hardiest onlookers witness the gruesome scene and listen to the gleeful moans, they notice something new. A single drop of blood issues from the vampire's eye and rolls slowly down his cheek to mingle with the flowing blood of the unconscious paladin. The indulgent Count is in such a transport of pleasure, that he has shed his first tear of elation. Another follows, and then another, and within moments the room begins to swirl and spin as before.
Fighting the vertigo and disorientation, the distressed heroes wait and watch as the scene resolves and the view of the tavern emerges once again, similar but with new changes. The tables and chairs are still in place, but they are all set with plates and goblets. The bar seems to have moved into a new section, visible through a doorway which stands in the place where the bar used to be, and sounds of some kind of commotion can be heard. A second balcony can be seen above the first, evidence of a third floor, and more doors issue from the walls along the balconies, and more loud noises are heard from somewhere upstairs. Than man that Grog punched still lays on the floor, rubbing his jaw. The Count is gone, but the pale prostrate form of Hatch lays in the middle of the room. Althoris the elf hunter looks down at the body and blandly comments: Spiders don't actually have blood anyway, did you know?
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Delmon looks around for Kardinya and noticing how she looks now he walks over to her and says "Hey honey do you need help? You look amazing, like always. Did you do something to your hair?" She doesn't remember Delmon correct. When she looks at Delmon and is like "Who are you?" Delmon says "You don't remember me? I'm your husband!"
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A collective Medicine check from the group reveals that Hatch is NOT dead ... but very close to it. He is unconscious, has just 1 hit point, and his hit point maximum is also 1 until he finishes a long rest.
The riddle is "One buys, Two cries, Three lies, Four buys, Five cries".
First Floor
Kardinya
Althoris
Carnation
Lok
Delmon
Second Floor
Lia
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A collective Medicine check from the group reveals that Hatch is NOT dead ... but very close to it. He is unconscious, has just 1 hit point, and his hit point maximum is also 1 until he finishes a long rest.
The riddle is "One buys, Two cries, Three lies, Four buys, Five cries".
First Floor
Kardinya
Althoris
Carnation
Lok
Delmon
Second Floor
Lia
OOC: I totally thought I was dead, what a relief. I was prepared to have my corpse looted and everything.
IC: Hatch was unconscious and completely helpless, obviously from blood loss. Unless someone actually carried or dragged him he wasn't going anywhere for a little bit.
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Lia was very much ripped from her daze by what just happened. She draws a deep breath in, steadying herself, before looking around at the people in the room. "3 to go?" is all she says. She notices the man standing by the door and smiles. "Welcome to hell. Make yourself comfy, because you're not going anywhere until we resolve this curse." Saying that, she notices she hasn't seen Bentley since the first tavern setting and scans the room for him.
Lia puts her hand out in a handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Andree. Lia Dewtail. Currently, no, but I assure you, something will present itself soon enough."
OOC: I totally thought I was dead, what a relief. I was prepared to have my corpse looted and everything.
It would have been a heroic death too. For the moment Hatch can rest, but I'll see if I can't get him back in the action promptly...
Andree takes a seat and waits for service, hoping to quench his thirst for drink if not for vengeance. Presently a well-dressed halfling approaches with a napkin on his arm. He greets Andree cordially saying: Hello guv'nor! Normally we don't serve drinks in the restaurant without a meal, but with all the racket going on in the bar just now, I think I'll make an exception. What'll it be then? Andree doesn't recognise the halfling, but Lia and several of the others in the room know this to be Bentley, the clumsy chap that precipitated this whole fiasco.
Delmon assumes that Willagee will be at the bar as before, and he crosses the restaurant and passes the doorway. The sight in the bar-room is chaos! On one side of the room, a small group of goblins and one bugbear have amassed a large pile of fruits, such as cut melon, whole stonefruits and bunches of grapes and berries. On the other side of the room are a half-dozen gnolls with three large bowls of pastries - a wide variety including chocolate or sugar coating and cream, jam or custard filling. Both sides attempt to shelter behind chairs or tables while throwing their edible ammunition across the room at the other group. Fruit and pastries lay strewn around the room, splattered on walls and furniture, or smeared on the floor. Delmon notices Willagee and Kardinya taking shelter behind the bar. Several other patrons crowd into one corner watching the food fight progress with mixed expressions of disgust and amusement. The only individual who seems oblivious to the brawl is an elderly dwarf with a golden beard seated at the bar sipping a glass of wine. Delmon hurries over to Kardinya and Willagee and greets them. As before both don't appear to recognise him, but Willagee admits that he does have a problem with spiders in the cellar.
Lok returns from carrying Hatch to his room and enters the bar to find the same scene, with Delmon also behind the bar talking to Willagee. He avoids the missiles and makes his inquiry to Willagee. The barman has nothing magical to offer, but reaches up cautiously and pulls a dusty brown bottle from the shelf and hands it to Lok, claiming it contains a potent liquor that has impressive medicinal qualities. Put hair on your chest that will, sir, I'll say!
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"better than nothing." Lok muttered looking down at the brown bottle in his hands.
"Thanks Wilagee." The barbarian said over his shoulder as he rushes back, avoiding the chaos as much as possible and continues back into his room.
"Hopefully this helps." Lok pours some of the liquid down Hatch's throat, making sure he does not choke on it.
Placing the bottle on the desk, there was nothing else Lok could do for Hatch.
"Now to deal with this tavern again" The barbarian sighed as he left his room and continues into the bar room. Taking in the sight of the bar room food fight.
Lok makes his way over to the Dwarf with a golden beard. "Hey Dwarf." raising his voice over the chaos of the room "Any idea whats going on?"
Hunger and desire is written plainly on the Count's face as he sees so many willing to offer themselves to him. Looking to Lok and Delmon he murmurs: The willing always taste finer than the reluctant, but no, it is NOT all the same to me. Despite your willingness, I sense in him (pointing to Hatch) a truly virtuous soul, and the blood of the righteous is the sweetest of all. As for the willing righteous... the Count smiles and a small shiver of excitement seems to ripple through his shoulders.
Rising from his chair, he approaches the kneeling figure of Hatch. Reaching out one hand he places it on the paladin's head between the horns, slowly caresses down the side of the face until his fingers rest under the chin, after which a gentle upward pressure prompts Hatch to rise to his feet. The Count leans in toward Hatch's neck, eyes closed as he inhales deeply through the nose, and then stops abruptly. Withdrawing slightly, he stares the tiefling in the eye with an open look of curiosity and quietly murmurs, What are you? but leans in again before Hatch can answer.
To the horror of all looking on, the Count bares his teeth, revealing oversized canines that seem to visibly elongate. With a sudden thrust of the head, the Count plunges his fangs into Hatch's neck, and bright red blood spurts forth, splashing Hatch's chin and shoulder and dripping down onto the wooden dais. Hatch screams in pain and his muscles tense, but he makes no effort to resist, gallantly accepting his fate on behalf of the others.
After what seems like an eternity of slurping and gulping, the Count lifts his head. Blood is smeared all around his mouth and pours down his face. He wears a countenance of pure ectasy and lets out a moan of delight as he shouts: Ah! Such pleasure! Never in all the ages have I tasted blood such as this! I know not what manner of creature you are, or what ichor flows through these veins, but it is devilishly good! Again the Count bites down on Hatch's neck, and the brave tiefling's legs start to convulse with renewed agony. Another excruciating minute passes, and the appalled onlookers are ready to retaliate until they remember Hatch's covenant with the Count, that help was conditional on his drinking until satisfied.
Again the Count comes up as if for breath, and this time he laughs in elation. Hatch hangs weakly in his arms as the Count again shouts in his rapture: Vigor! Vitality! Strength such as I have never felt! A cocktail of celestial and fiendish - I must have it all, every precious drop. Ah, the bliss! Sinking to his knees with the now helpless and limp tiefling in his embrace, for the third time the Count sinks his fangs into the pale flesh. Groaning in his rhapsody, sobbing in euphoria, the Count drinks on. Most in the helpless crowd turn their faces away in sorrowful disgust, others cry out for mercy or scream in rage, but the Count is deaf to all, senseless to everything but the jubilant feast in which he is engaged.
As the strongest and hardiest onlookers witness the gruesome scene and listen to the gleeful moans, they notice something new. A single drop of blood issues from the vampire's eye and rolls slowly down his cheek to mingle with the flowing blood of the unconscious paladin. The indulgent Count is in such a transport of pleasure, that he has shed his first tear of elation. Another follows, and then another, and within moments the room begins to swirl and spin as before.
Fighting the vertigo and disorientation, the distressed heroes wait and watch as the scene resolves and the view of the tavern emerges once again, similar but with new changes. The tables and chairs are still in place, but they are all set with plates and goblets. The bar seems to have moved into a new section, visible through a doorway which stands in the place where the bar used to be, and sounds of some kind of commotion can be heard. A second balcony can be seen above the first, evidence of a third floor, and more doors issue from the walls along the balconies, and more loud noises are heard from somewhere upstairs. Than man that Grog punched still lays on the floor, rubbing his jaw. The Count is gone, but the pale prostrate form of Hatch lays in the middle of the room. Althoris the elf hunter looks down at the body and blandly comments: Spiders don't actually have blood anyway, did you know?
Congratulations! Stage 2 complete. Characters can be upgraded to Level 7.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Delmon looks around for Kardinya and noticing how she looks now he walks over to her and says "Hey honey do you need help? You look amazing, like always. Did you do something to your hair?" She doesn't remember Delmon correct. When she looks at Delmon and is like "Who are you?" Delmon says "You don't remember me? I'm your husband!"
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(Well, we didn't have to clear out the spiders after all. Is Hatch dead?)
Hatch buys right. Ohhhhh!
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Wow great job Zorg!
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Could you quickly say who has what room and tell us the riddle again thanks!
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A collective Medicine check from the group reveals that Hatch is NOT dead ... but very close to it. He is unconscious, has just 1 hit point, and his hit point maximum is also 1 until he finishes a long rest.
The riddle is "One buys, Two cries, Three lies, Four buys, Five cries".
First Floor
Second Floor
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
OOC: I totally thought I was dead, what a relief. I was prepared to have my corpse looted and everything.
IC: Hatch was unconscious and completely helpless, obviously from blood loss. Unless someone actually carried or dragged him he wasn't going anywhere for a little bit.
A man is thrown through the door, gets up, and looks around. he looks back at the black door. "what the..."
Only in death does duty end.
Throm sees the newcomer fly through the door.
”This just gets weirder and weirder. I’ve never seen anyone bounced into a bar”
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”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
”I’ve suffered a great many catastrophes in my life. Most of them never happened.” - Mark Twain
”I am not young enough to know everything.” - Oscar Wilde
"hello everyone, I guess. why can't I leave? I have someone to kill." he says.
Only in death does duty end.
Lok looks around as the tavern changes around him once again.
his eyes stop on the unconscious form of Hatch, laying on the ground.
"I told you this would not end well, friend." the barbarian sighed.
After spending a few moments inspecting the unconscious Hatch
Lok was relieved to find the Tiefling still held some life.
"He is still breathing. I will put him in my room until he recovers."
He picks up the Tiefling in his arms, and begins carrying him towards his room, room #4.
Lok lays Hatch on his bed, in a comfortable position and leaves.
The barbarian will then attempt to track down Willagee and ask about healing potions or medicine.
Lia was very much ripped from her daze by what just happened. She draws a deep breath in, steadying herself, before looking around at the people in the room. "3 to go?" is all she says. She notices the man standing by the door and smiles. "Welcome to hell. Make yourself comfy, because you're not going anywhere until we resolve this curse." Saying that, she notices she hasn't seen Bentley since the first tavern setting and scans the room for him.
Investigation: 15
"alright. anything I can do to help? names Andree, by the way."
Only in death does duty end.
Lia puts her hand out in a handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Andree. Lia Dewtail. Currently, no, but I assure you, something will present itself soon enough."
"okay, lia." he walks away, and sits down at a table, and orders a drink, waiting.
Only in death does duty end.
Delmon walks over to Willagee and asks him casually about the spiders, mostly to see if he has lost his memory again.
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It would have been a heroic death too. For the moment Hatch can rest, but I'll see if I can't get him back in the action promptly...
Andree takes a seat and waits for service, hoping to quench his thirst for drink if not for vengeance. Presently a well-dressed halfling approaches with a napkin on his arm. He greets Andree cordially saying: Hello guv'nor! Normally we don't serve drinks in the restaurant without a meal, but with all the racket going on in the bar just now, I think I'll make an exception. What'll it be then? Andree doesn't recognise the halfling, but Lia and several of the others in the room know this to be Bentley, the clumsy chap that precipitated this whole fiasco.
Delmon assumes that Willagee will be at the bar as before, and he crosses the restaurant and passes the doorway. The sight in the bar-room is chaos! On one side of the room, a small group of goblins and one bugbear have amassed a large pile of fruits, such as cut melon, whole stonefruits and bunches of grapes and berries. On the other side of the room are a half-dozen gnolls with three large bowls of pastries - a wide variety including chocolate or sugar coating and cream, jam or custard filling. Both sides attempt to shelter behind chairs or tables while throwing their edible ammunition across the room at the other group. Fruit and pastries lay strewn around the room, splattered on walls and furniture, or smeared on the floor. Delmon notices Willagee and Kardinya taking shelter behind the bar. Several other patrons crowd into one corner watching the food fight progress with mixed expressions of disgust and amusement. The only individual who seems oblivious to the brawl is an elderly dwarf with a golden beard seated at the bar sipping a glass of wine. Delmon hurries over to Kardinya and Willagee and greets them. As before both don't appear to recognise him, but Willagee admits that he does have a problem with spiders in the cellar.
Lok returns from carrying Hatch to his room and enters the bar to find the same scene, with Delmon also behind the bar talking to Willagee. He avoids the missiles and makes his inquiry to Willagee. The barman has nothing magical to offer, but reaches up cautiously and pulls a dusty brown bottle from the shelf and hands it to Lok, claiming it contains a potent liquor that has impressive medicinal qualities. Put hair on your chest that will, sir, I'll say!
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"better than nothing." Lok muttered looking down at the brown bottle in his hands.
"Thanks Wilagee." The barbarian said over his shoulder as he rushes back, avoiding the chaos as much as possible and continues back into his room.
"Hopefully this helps." Lok pours some of the liquid down Hatch's throat, making sure he does not choke on it.
Placing the bottle on the desk, there was nothing else Lok could do for Hatch.
"Now to deal with this tavern again" The barbarian sighed as he left his room and continues into the bar room. Taking in the sight of the bar room food fight.
Lok makes his way over to the Dwarf with a golden beard. "Hey Dwarf." raising his voice over the chaos of the room "Any idea whats going on?"
Delmon readies his sword and prepares for a fight.
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