(10 of 27 Psi points. I can go for a few more fights, but then I'll just be a glorified archer with some parlor tricks and good non-combat utility support)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Going to move the game to the next phase. I will assume a short rest was taken, doesn't necessarily have to be an hour. Maybe just long enough for the characters to catch their breath, pack up the loot and tend to their wounds. I imagine the party won't want to go back through the death defying platforms. So the tunnel is the only obvious way to go. It leads to another false wall. When pressed, it slides into the rock and reveals:
That the tunnel was a shortcut leading back to the dungeon entrance. With the rightmost tunnel discovered, there are two more routes to go down. Up or left. While the party plans their next move, they hear the faint sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase and getting louder as they approach the corner. The party's location is on the square with the no. 2 on it.
OOC: Gah, let this get away from me. Sorry about losing focus there for a bit! Yeah, I'm good with at least a short rest. Could use some hit dice, and it wouldn't hurt to get my Channel Divinity back. I think I will go ahead and attune to it, too, if no one else minds (and in spite of Tell's trepidation below; it's so shiiiiny, and she's not as good as she'd like to think she is on holding out against shiny), and of course assuming I even can because I'm not lawful, either, lol. Not sure whether that's a requirement.
"Wait, you're— uh— what?" Tell's eyes go wide as Kevash hands the warhammer to her and Boresh turns it down. "Uh, you... you sure you don't want it, Boresh?" she says, eying it with some suspicion. "I mean, if you're sure... I am totally authoritative and all those other things you said, of course, but... of course! Of course. I should totally hang onto this. It's why I'm here, right? Right. Yes."
She takes Whelm and gingerly tests its weight in one hand. Much lighter than what she's used to, granted, but still pretty hefty, and well-made as best as she can tell (because she has totally seen powerful magical artifacts before, she is an expert, all of these things are 100% true). Still probably plenty satisfying to bash into something... "Well," she says, with a laugh that's still a little nervous, "I'll hang onto it and keep it safe. Maybe I won't use it. I probably shouldn't. Not even actually ours, right? It's that guy's. That guy back in town. Wouldn't want to scratch the finish before returning it! I'll just keep a really close eye on it... a really close eye, wow this is cool... um... make sure it doesn't fall into the hands of any more vampires, or, like, explode or anything! Sure!
"So!" She turns to Kielle as the dark elf finishes gathering her spoils. "Uh. Any idea where to head next after we've caught our breath?"
EDIT: Whoops, thought I'd refreshed the thread more recently than that. Tell's gonna move to stand between the rest of the party and the sound of footsteps, then ask whether they want to wait and see what's coming or forge ahead.
EDIT2: Using 2 hit dice during the short rest: 21 That brings me back up to full health, whoo.
"The hammer will need to be returned to the rightful owner once we leave from here. For now, though, it is a powerful magical artifact that may lend favor in obtaining the other two. Wield it now, Tellan, in the name of our own protection. Return it when we are no longer threatened...as we may be now" He finishes in a gentle his as he readies his staff for whom or whatever may now be upon them.
OOC: I have used Natural Recovery to regenerate my 3rd Level spell slot. Given that the rest was only half an hour, my Giant Bats are still around.
(Still have Psychic Focus on Precognition for advantage on Initiative rolls)
Shariel notices the faint steps approaching from the entrance and rushes to guard the approach. Posting up halfway down the hall, the elf waits patiently, not wanting an ambush after the solid start.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The sound of footsteps coming from the entrance would grow louder and louder as the figure grew closer, and as the party listened, it would become apparent the footfalls were a bit hurried. Finally, the figure would round the corner, revealing a lone water genasi. At a glance, she seemed to be rather well-kept, elegant even, wearing a fine, embellished set of robes. Yet upon closer inspection, the party would likely notice the chainmail she wore beneath it, or perhaps the tiny white gauntlet that hung from a chain at her neck. Regardless, they'd undoubtedly notice the mace, spear and shield she'd brought with her, and the bottle of rum she held in one of her hands.
As she came upon the group, the figure would come to an abrupt halt, offering them an unenthused wave with the hand that also carried her liquor. "So either you're the ones I'm meant to be meeting with or... I should probably get running." She didn't wait for a response, rolling her eyes at her own dumb joke. "I'm joking, of course. They told me who I'd be looking for. Sorry I'm late, I uhh..." She pauses, glancing at the bottle that remained in her hand. "Well, I got caught up. And then I had to refuel. And then I had to fix my hair. And then well..." She stopped, shaking her head. "Anyways, I was hired to help recover those stolen items. Riya, Cleric of Torm, ready to help."
OOC: Hey so as the post would suggest, I'm a late arrival. I asked Ridgeview if I could join, and we've been working out the details for the past couple days, as y'all had already gotten things underway by the time I asked. My character is a water genasi cleric of Torm, though she sure as hell won't be acting like one. I'll link my character sheet below, and can also go through my inventory if y'all would like, though it's all basic cleric and charlatan starter stuff, as well as some booze and an All-or-Nothing Coin. Anyways, I'm here to heal and have a rad time, looking forward to getting involved.
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Kielle shakes her head and smiles at Tel "I would use it, I mean he sent us in here to retrieve it I don't think he will ever use it anyways." Sneaks up and looks toward the stairs to see if she can see anything.
Stealth 27
Investigation 5
As she began to sneak in the shadows she noticed the girl and popped out of the shadows abruptly "I do not think I will need to hide from you" she says not sure if it was meant as an insult or a greeting as she smiled in the new comers direction.
Shariel lets her arrow clumsily slip and the projectile fires half-drawn, skittering along the floor. The elf drops her bow and rushes to the genasi with a pair of curved blades flashing from scabbards at her hips. The blades fall to rest inches from the newcomer and Shariel weighs the newcomer for a moment.
After close consideration, "You gonna share that or are you just getting drunk on your own?"
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
She turns toward Kielle, offering her a shallow nod of her head. "No... hiding from me would sort of defeat the purpose of me being here. But you can if you want, I guess." Riya uncorks the bottle, bringing it to her lips to take a swig, eyeing the group with little warmth as she did so.
Kevash regards the newcomer for a moment, but takes no further action. "Shariel, I do not think such animosity is necessary at the moment." His bats crawl on the walls and ceiling, one staying behind the group. " I am humbled to meet you, Riya, Priest of Torm. I am Kevash. We have already had success. Now that we are regrouped, let us move on."He scratches the head of one of the Giant Bats.
OOC: Whoops, didn't see your post before throwing up mine, Barlow.
She frowns at Shariel as she rushes forward, lowering the bottle from her lips, down to her side. "You gunna stab me or just..." She pauses briefly, furrowing her brow. "Hmm... I guess that one doesn't work both ways." Having aborted her attempt at a joke, she glances toward Kevash without answering Shariel's question. "Thanks. Ready to go when y'all are, though uhh..." She purses her lips, peering toward the bat whose head he scratched. "Keep them away from me, thanks."
Kevash looks at Riya curioiusly. "Do you fear bats?" He asks plainly. "You should not fear. They are not true beasts, but wild spirits conjured and taken form. All is well, Riya. " One of the bats gives a squeak as its ears twitch and turn, listening to everything around it.
Shariel shrugs and skips away, sheathing her swords and recovering her arrow and bow. As the passes the others, she turns back and winks at Riya before her form shifts and blurs. A sudden breeze seems to sweep away Shariel though the air was stagnant.
Ignore me if you like. Act like I don't exist. But I'll tell you now, too many have made the same mistake with tragic results. Cheers!
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Afraid of them?" This time, Riya laughs wholeheartedly, evidently finding what Kevash had said rather amusing. "My only concern is their filthiness. Just keep them away." Upon Shariel's response, Riya lofts a brow, allowing a few moments before a smile creeps upon her features.
OOC: Not sure if the spoiler was dialogue of some sort directed at Riya?
(Whoops, sorry. Yep that's a simplistic way of denoting the use of telepathy. I find it's good for stealth, but more frequently used as an RP device)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
With what time the group has spent together up to this point, Kevash had never expressed any strong emotion one way or another. So it would probably come as a shock to see the outright anger on his face. A harsh growl under a fanged sneer. "My bats are not filthy!" He whips out his jawbone scimitar, pointing it at Riya.
Riya blinks upon witnessing the dragonborn's sharp response, tilting her head to one side. After a few seconds, she'd raise a hand with a finger pointed upward. "One moment." With that, she'd take yet another swig of her rum, closing her eyes as she seemed to enjoy the sharp taste. After a few more moments, she'd open her eyes once more. "Now." She gestures to her own figure, her hair, her face, various points upon her body as she spoke. "You do not get to looking like this by hanging around a petting zoo. So please, stop with the dramatics, and allow us to focus less on the flying furballs and more on the job that will make us all extravagantly wealthy. Sound good Snaggletooth?"
Kevash winced with disgust. "I do not care about the gold!" With that, he snapped the scimitar back into its sheath. The dragonborn pushed his way back, passed Boresh and Tellan, and grumbled all the way. "I do not like her."
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(10 of 27 Psi points. I can go for a few more fights, but then I'll just be a glorified archer with some parlor tricks and good non-combat utility support)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Going to move the game to the next phase. I will assume a short rest was taken, doesn't necessarily have to be an hour. Maybe just long enough for the characters to catch their breath, pack up the loot and tend to their wounds. I imagine the party won't want to go back through the death defying platforms. So the tunnel is the only obvious way to go. It leads to another false wall. When pressed, it slides into the rock and reveals:
That the tunnel was a shortcut leading back to the dungeon entrance. With the rightmost tunnel discovered, there are two more routes to go down. Up or left. While the party plans their next move, they hear the faint sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase and getting louder as they approach the corner. The party's location is on the square with the no. 2 on it.
"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake." -Henry David Thoreau
OOC: Gah, let this get away from me. Sorry about losing focus there for a bit! Yeah, I'm good with at least a short rest. Could use some hit dice, and it wouldn't hurt to get my Channel Divinity back. I think I will go ahead and attune to it, too, if no one else minds (and in spite of Tell's trepidation below; it's so shiiiiny, and she's not as good as she'd like to think she is on holding out against shiny), and of course assuming I even can because I'm not lawful, either, lol. Not sure whether that's a requirement.
"Wait, you're— uh— what?" Tell's eyes go wide as Kevash hands the warhammer to her and Boresh turns it down. "Uh, you... you sure you don't want it, Boresh?" she says, eying it with some suspicion. "I mean, if you're sure... I am totally authoritative and all those other things you said, of course, but... of course! Of course. I should totally hang onto this. It's why I'm here, right? Right. Yes."
She takes Whelm and gingerly tests its weight in one hand. Much lighter than what she's used to, granted, but still pretty hefty, and well-made as best as she can tell (because she has totally seen powerful magical artifacts before, she is an expert, all of these things are 100% true). Still probably plenty satisfying to bash into something... "Well," she says, with a laugh that's still a little nervous, "I'll hang onto it and keep it safe. Maybe I won't use it. I probably shouldn't. Not even actually ours, right? It's that guy's. That guy back in town. Wouldn't want to scratch the finish before returning it! I'll just keep a really close eye on it... a really close eye, wow this is cool... um... make sure it doesn't fall into the hands of any more vampires, or, like, explode or anything! Sure!
"So!" She turns to Kielle as the dark elf finishes gathering her spoils. "Uh. Any idea where to head next after we've caught our breath?"
EDIT: Whoops, thought I'd refreshed the thread more recently than that. Tell's gonna move to stand between the rest of the party and the sound of footsteps, then ask whether they want to wait and see what's coming or forge ahead.
EDIT2: Using 2 hit dice during the short rest: 21 That brings me back up to full health, whoo.
"The hammer will need to be returned to the rightful owner once we leave from here. For now, though, it is a powerful magical artifact that may lend favor in obtaining the other two. Wield it now, Tellan, in the name of our own protection. Return it when we are no longer threatened...as we may be now" He finishes in a gentle his as he readies his staff for whom or whatever may now be upon them.
OOC: I have used Natural Recovery to regenerate my 3rd Level spell slot. Given that the rest was only half an hour, my Giant Bats are still around.
(Still have Psychic Focus on Precognition for advantage on Initiative rolls)
Shariel notices the faint steps approaching from the entrance and rushes to guard the approach. Posting up halfway down the hall, the elf waits patiently, not wanting an ambush after the solid start.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The sound of footsteps coming from the entrance would grow louder and louder as the figure grew closer, and as the party listened, it would become apparent the footfalls were a bit hurried. Finally, the figure would round the corner, revealing a lone water genasi. At a glance, she seemed to be rather well-kept, elegant even, wearing a fine, embellished set of robes. Yet upon closer inspection, the party would likely notice the chainmail she wore beneath it, or perhaps the tiny white gauntlet that hung from a chain at her neck. Regardless, they'd undoubtedly notice the mace, spear and shield she'd brought with her, and the bottle of rum she held in one of her hands.
As she came upon the group, the figure would come to an abrupt halt, offering them an unenthused wave with the hand that also carried her liquor. "So either you're the ones I'm meant to be meeting with or... I should probably get running." She didn't wait for a response, rolling her eyes at her own dumb joke. "I'm joking, of course. They told me who I'd be looking for. Sorry I'm late, I uhh..." She pauses, glancing at the bottle that remained in her hand. "Well, I got caught up. And then I had to refuel. And then I had to fix my hair. And then well..." She stopped, shaking her head. "Anyways, I was hired to help recover those stolen items. Riya, Cleric of Torm, ready to help."
OOC: Hey so as the post would suggest, I'm a late arrival. I asked Ridgeview if I could join, and we've been working out the details for the past couple days, as y'all had already gotten things underway by the time I asked. My character is a water genasi cleric of Torm, though she sure as hell won't be acting like one. I'll link my character sheet below, and can also go through my inventory if y'all would like, though it's all basic cleric and charlatan starter stuff, as well as some booze and an All-or-Nothing Coin. Anyways, I'm here to heal and have a rad time, looking forward to getting involved.
Character Sheet
Ref:
Kielle shakes her head and smiles at Tel "I would use it, I mean he sent us in here to retrieve it I don't think he will ever use it anyways." Sneaks up and looks toward the stairs to see if she can see anything.
Stealth 27
Investigation 5
As she began to sneak in the shadows she noticed the girl and popped out of the shadows abruptly "I do not think I will need to hide from you" she says not sure if it was meant as an insult or a greeting as she smiled in the new comers direction.
OOC: To be clear, the footsteps Ridge described y'all hearing was the character I just introduced.
(Glad to have you!)
Shariel lets her arrow clumsily slip and the projectile fires half-drawn, skittering along the floor. The elf drops her bow and rushes to the genasi with a pair of curved blades flashing from scabbards at her hips. The blades fall to rest inches from the newcomer and Shariel weighs the newcomer for a moment.
After close consideration, "You gonna share that or are you just getting drunk on your own?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
She turns toward Kielle, offering her a shallow nod of her head. "No... hiding from me would sort of defeat the purpose of me being here. But you can if you want, I guess." Riya uncorks the bottle, bringing it to her lips to take a swig, eyeing the group with little warmth as she did so.
Kevash regards the newcomer for a moment, but takes no further action. "Shariel, I do not think such animosity is necessary at the moment." His bats crawl on the walls and ceiling, one staying behind the group. " I am humbled to meet you, Riya, Priest of Torm. I am Kevash. We have already had success. Now that we are regrouped, let us move on." He scratches the head of one of the Giant Bats.
OOC: Whoops, didn't see your post before throwing up mine, Barlow.
She frowns at Shariel as she rushes forward, lowering the bottle from her lips, down to her side. "You gunna stab me or just..." She pauses briefly, furrowing her brow. "Hmm... I guess that one doesn't work both ways." Having aborted her attempt at a joke, she glances toward Kevash without answering Shariel's question. "Thanks. Ready to go when y'all are, though uhh..." She purses her lips, peering toward the bat whose head he scratched. "Keep them away from me, thanks."
Kevash looks at Riya curioiusly. "Do you fear bats?" He asks plainly. "You should not fear. They are not true beasts, but wild spirits conjured and taken form. All is well, Riya. " One of the bats gives a squeak as its ears twitch and turn, listening to everything around it.
Shariel shrugs and skips away, sheathing her swords and recovering her arrow and bow. As the passes the others, she turns back and winks at Riya before her form shifts and blurs. A sudden breeze seems to sweep away Shariel though the air was stagnant.
Ignore me if you like. Act like I don't exist. But I'll tell you now, too many have made the same mistake with tragic results. Cheers!
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Afraid of them?" This time, Riya laughs wholeheartedly, evidently finding what Kevash had said rather amusing. "My only concern is their filthiness. Just keep them away." Upon Shariel's response, Riya lofts a brow, allowing a few moments before a smile creeps upon her features.
OOC: Not sure if the spoiler was dialogue of some sort directed at Riya?
(Whoops, sorry. Yep that's a simplistic way of denoting the use of telepathy. I find it's good for stealth, but more frequently used as an RP device)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
OOC: Ah okay, a bit new to the whole PbP scene so I was unaware. Anyways, I assumed it was something like that so my response stands as is :P
With what time the group has spent together up to this point, Kevash had never expressed any strong emotion one way or another. So it would probably come as a shock to see the outright anger on his face. A harsh growl under a fanged sneer. "My bats are not filthy!" He whips out his jawbone scimitar, pointing it at Riya.
Riya blinks upon witnessing the dragonborn's sharp response, tilting her head to one side. After a few seconds, she'd raise a hand with a finger pointed upward. "One moment." With that, she'd take yet another swig of her rum, closing her eyes as she seemed to enjoy the sharp taste. After a few more moments, she'd open her eyes once more. "Now." She gestures to her own figure, her hair, her face, various points upon her body as she spoke. "You do not get to looking like this by hanging around a petting zoo. So please, stop with the dramatics, and allow us to focus less on the flying furballs and more on the job that will make us all extravagantly wealthy. Sound good Snaggletooth?"
Kevash winced with disgust. "I do not care about the gold!" With that, he snapped the scimitar back into its sheath. The dragonborn pushed his way back, passed Boresh and Tellan, and grumbled all the way. "I do not like her."