"Let's make are way back up, to the secret room. Should we form the BEST formation possible?" Erven backpedals up the stairs to the floor they were on.
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Bertolt will keep his crossbow ready, frowning as they see the mist. When appropriate he will laugh or smile at comments made but for the most part seems weary, his age showing as he complains about his back being stiff. "In my next life I shall start my adventuring at an earlier age...."
Sho stared into the rolling mist, a fog that obscured vague and futile hopes, smoke steaming, the huge sword plunged deep into the floor shaking and glowing as if it was about to pull itself out and thrust itself into their chests in the next moment. He and his companions exchanged glances and slowly retreated upstairs. "Talion has a point..." he agrees, "let's rest on the stairs for now, then check out the secret room after."
Erven agrees, "Ok, stairs it is." He backs up to the third floor and hunkers down on the stairs. He rests as best as he can, binding and cleaning any wounds, then falling into a half sleep / half trance like state, clearing his mind and resting the best that he can, for an hour.
Hit die for rest (if allowed) : 3
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Erven agrees, "Ok, stairs it is." He backs up to the third floor and hunkers down on the stairs. He rests as best as he can, binding and cleaning any wounds, then falling into a half sleep / half trance like state, clearing his mind and resting the best that he can, for an hour.
Hit die for rest (if allowed) : 3
You can always use hit dice during a short rest, if you have them :)
Onyx grunts, taking a seat on the steps. Of the party, he is the closest to the floor below. He takes this moment to catch his breath, adjust his armor's fit, and say a short prayer to Lathander.
Hit Dice: 11
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You all huddle on the stairs like a bunch of sweetgrass fiends, Onyx keeping watch on the lower end. The mist swirls and continues to whoosh around eerily. The word "rest" doesn't come to mind because you hear strange sounds throughout your time of inactivity: scratches from within the walls, moaning, the crying of an infant, and you swear you saw the Dursts just standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at you with a snarl on their angry faces...
The time passes fitfully and those of you who can rest, do. The one saving grace is that nothing leaps, jumps, falls, or crawls on you during this time. The greatsword is still lodged in the wood, humming gently. It seems serviceable. Is there anything that anyone wants to do during this time? If no, where to next?
Talion feels he should try to raise the spirits of his companions, but the mist,, the baby crying -- knowing it's dead doesn't help -- and the various wounds that they have all sustained -- leave him at a loss for words. Briefly, he considers that they might not survive this 'test', but then he glances at his chest and smiles.
"Look on the bright side..." he says, patting the chest. "...if we get out of here -- when we get out of here -- we'll be wealthy. At least by my standards" he adds with a grin to the ageing scholar.
When everyone seems rested, he stands and carries the chest up the final few stairs before turning to the secret door, "The hidden areas are usually the most promising" he says. "but we should still explore everywhere, I think."
He looks at Onyx, clearly willing to follow whatever lead he takes.
Onyx gets up, ignoring the protest of his creaking knees. He wasn't that old, not really, but something about this place, and the awkward seating he had been in, was taking a toll. He heads up the stairs, knocking on the lid of the chest for good luck, and moves up to the secret door.
"This is it, right? Open it up and I'll head in,"
He felt better after their rest - telling himself that his mind was the target and not his body was oddly comforting. Unfortunately, the brief respite didn't seem to be enough to fully restore his friends. He would be on point for a little longer, it seemed. He readies his shield and blade, ready to step in once the way is made apparent to him.
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Talion waits until everyone is ready, then presses the panel to open it up, just a fraction, before stepping back behind Onyx with a sheepish look on his face. He studies the old man -- perhaps not so old, considering the way he moves -- from his position clear of the door. Nice to have someone like him on my side for a change. I could get used to this! His smile broadens as he glances at each of his companions. I could indeed!
Bertolt keeps the small cross ow laying on his lap as they rest on the steps, his hand on the trigger and a bolt in place. "This place seems as if it wishes to drive us mad..."
Bertolt keeps the small cross ow laying on his lap as they rest on the steps, his hand on the trigger and a bolt in place. "This place seems as if it wishes to drive us mad..."
(( Assuming this happened while resting on the stairs ))
Talion looks around, then down at the mist, "I think it's just toying with us, like a cat with a rat. Who- or what-ever is behind this wants our deaths to be entertaining" then he shrugs. Been there, done that. "Either that, or it's a test, with a great reward for those who succeed!"
Sho sat quietly on the stairs, his hands folded, elbows propped on his parted knees, his deep, dark eyes staring at the mist that swept down the steps, gathering and dispersing, he stayed calm as if he was thinking about something, or simply staring out - it was hard to find a position to relax in that didn't press against the wound. Long, dark hair cascaded down and fell past his ears. Whereas other men with their hair down always looked a little arrogant, in his case it was tame and graceful. His gaze rested on the greatsword stuck deep in the floor, hidden in the fog, reflecting the sharp glare of the blade. The fact that the sword had not perished with the armour was a strange clue indeed. "The sword..." He finally opens up, "it might be magical."
He let that sit for a second. It was just a guess, after all, an unrealistic one at that. After the overwhelming results from the detect magic ritual last time, he is not keen on attempting it again. Other than that, he doesn't say much, letting Talion's chatter fill the silence. Strangely comforting. As their rest concluded, he got up slowly and followed the rest of group up the stairs again, staying behind Onyx as he can.
Sho moves closer to the sword on the stairs, playing close attention to the way the blade hummed and vibrated, and the way it etched into the wood. "One would have to spend more time with it. A short ritual can reveal its magical essence, to study its property would take longer." He turns to Bertolt to see if the scholar has any advice to offer, if Bertolt agrees, Sho will proceed to cast the ritual for detect magic.
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“Ok, let’s take stock of what we have. I have a potion of healing, some holy water (that I’m saving for the caped creature’s eyeballs) and an iron key, I don’t know what it opens.” Erven sits with his back against the wall. “I couldn’t rest at all in this place. I still feel like I have just woken up from death.” He stands up, puts away his short sword and pulls out his whip. “I can use this to reach the monster that might be in front of you, Onyx. I think I’ll stand behind you until I’m a little stronger.” He drags Talion away from his chest of goodies and says “Help me search this secret door for traps ...”
@Sho You take the time to cast your spell and once again, the magic of the house threatens to overwhelm your senses. However, when you focus on the sword, you can tell it is definitely magical and you can sense that it is transmutation and enchantment magics that are most obvious...
@Erven Looking at the door with Talion, you don't sense any traps.
@all Did any of you want to study the Priests of Osybus stuff during the short rest or no? It's an arcana check if you want to and it would be an hour of studying it. You can help each other if you want.
The book is not really of interest to Talion (unless bound in gold and gems), so he would look on with occasional curiosity if someone studies it, but otherwise take little interest. The sword, on the other hand, would perhaps keep drawing his attention, and if Sho shares her knowledge, he would suggest someone pull it out of the wood when the rest is ended.
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At the end of the brief ritual, magical energies came rushing in from all around in a flash, forming a dazzling, colourful spectrum in front of Sho's eyes. Focusing on the sword, Sho rubbed his aching temples and opened his eyes briefly with a somewhat weary sigh. "It is unquestionably magical... transmutation would be what it had given the blade its power, transforming it, strengthening it from ordinary steel. Enchantment however..." He paused hesitantly and resettled his gaze onto the sword. Enchantment usually comes with mind-altering properties. But he didn't want to say it out-right. "...it depends on how it was used." He continued.
"Let us retrieve the sword out if we want to study it further." He suggested. It was hard to resist the urge to study the sword a bit more. Reaching over and holding onto the hilt, he slowly pulled the sword out, before he puts it onto his lap and examines it more closely.
"The sword if it is magical would be a great boon. Although I think what we should be finding a way to do is rest. We are all low on our magical abilities and at this point sleep would do us all a favor." Bertolt says as he returns to his feet.
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"Let's make are way back up, to the secret room. Should we form the BEST formation possible?" Erven backpedals up the stairs to the floor they were on.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Bertolt will keep his crossbow ready, frowning as they see the mist. When appropriate he will laugh or smile at comments made but for the most part seems weary, his age showing as he complains about his back being stiff. "In my next life I shall start my adventuring at an earlier age...."
Sho stared into the rolling mist, a fog that obscured vague and futile hopes, smoke steaming, the huge sword plunged deep into the floor shaking and glowing as if it was about to pull itself out and thrust itself into their chests in the next moment. He and his companions exchanged glances and slowly retreated upstairs. "Talion has a point..." he agrees, "let's rest on the stairs for now, then check out the secret room after."
Erven agrees, "Ok, stairs it is." He backs up to the third floor and hunkers down on the stairs. He rests as best as he can, binding and cleaning any wounds, then falling into a half sleep / half trance like state, clearing his mind and resting the best that he can, for an hour.
Hit die for rest (if allowed) : 3
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
You can always use hit dice during a short rest, if you have them :)
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Onyx grunts, taking a seat on the steps. Of the party, he is the closest to the floor below. He takes this moment to catch his breath, adjust his armor's fit, and say a short prayer to Lathander.
Hit Dice: 11
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
18.
You all huddle on the stairs like a bunch of sweetgrass fiends, Onyx keeping watch on the lower end. The mist swirls and continues to whoosh around eerily. The word "rest" doesn't come to mind because you hear strange sounds throughout your time of inactivity: scratches from within the walls, moaning, the crying of an infant, and you swear you saw the Dursts just standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at you with a snarl on their angry faces...
The time passes fitfully and those of you who can rest, do. The one saving grace is that nothing leaps, jumps, falls, or crawls on you during this time. The greatsword is still lodged in the wood, humming gently. It seems serviceable. Is there anything that anyone wants to do during this time? If no, where to next?
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Talion feels he should try to raise the spirits of his companions, but the mist,, the baby crying -- knowing it's dead doesn't help -- and the various wounds that they have all sustained -- leave him at a loss for words. Briefly, he considers that they might not survive this 'test', but then he glances at his chest and smiles.
"Look on the bright side..." he says, patting the chest. "...if we get out of here -- when we get out of here -- we'll be wealthy. At least by my standards" he adds with a grin to the ageing scholar.
When everyone seems rested, he stands and carries the chest up the final few stairs before turning to the secret door, "The hidden areas are usually the most promising" he says. "but we should still explore everywhere, I think."
He looks at Onyx, clearly willing to follow whatever lead he takes.
Onyx gets up, ignoring the protest of his creaking knees. He wasn't that old, not really, but something about this place, and the awkward seating he had been in, was taking a toll. He heads up the stairs, knocking on the lid of the chest for good luck, and moves up to the secret door.
"This is it, right? Open it up and I'll head in,"
He felt better after their rest - telling himself that his mind was the target and not his body was oddly comforting. Unfortunately, the brief respite didn't seem to be enough to fully restore his friends. He would be on point for a little longer, it seemed. He readies his shield and blade, ready to step in once the way is made apparent to him.
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Talion waits until everyone is ready, then presses the panel to open it up, just a fraction, before stepping back behind Onyx with a sheepish look on his face. He studies the old man -- perhaps not so old, considering the way he moves -- from his position clear of the door. Nice to have someone like him on my side for a change. I could get used to this! His smile broadens as he glances at each of his companions. I could indeed!
Hit Die: 7
Bertolt keeps the small cross ow laying on his lap as they rest on the steps, his hand on the trigger and a bolt in place. "This place seems as if it wishes to drive us mad..."
(( Assuming this happened while resting on the stairs ))
Talion looks around, then down at the mist, "I think it's just toying with us, like a cat with a rat. Who- or what-ever is behind this wants our deaths to be entertaining" then he shrugs. Been there, done that. "Either that, or it's a test, with a great reward for those who succeed!"
Sho sat quietly on the stairs, his hands folded, elbows propped on his parted knees, his deep, dark eyes staring at the mist that swept down the steps, gathering and dispersing, he stayed calm as if he was thinking about something, or simply staring out - it was hard to find a position to relax in that didn't press against the wound. Long, dark hair cascaded down and fell past his ears. Whereas other men with their hair down always looked a little arrogant, in his case it was tame and graceful. His gaze rested on the greatsword stuck deep in the floor, hidden in the fog, reflecting the sharp glare of the blade. The fact that the sword had not perished with the armour was a strange clue indeed. "The sword..." He finally opens up, "it might be magical."
He let that sit for a second. It was just a guess, after all, an unrealistic one at that. After the overwhelming results from the detect magic ritual last time, he is not keen on attempting it again. Other than that, he doesn't say much, letting Talion's chatter fill the silence. Strangely comforting. As their rest concluded, he got up slowly and followed the rest of group up the stairs again, staying behind Onyx as he can.
(( Again, assuming prior to heading to secret door ))
Talion's interest would be piqued by the mention of magic, and he would examine the sword more closely. "How can I tell if it is?"
Investigation: 5 (if advice from Sho counts as help: 5)
"Looks like a normal sword to me", he says.
Sho moves closer to the sword on the stairs, playing close attention to the way the blade hummed and vibrated, and the way it etched into the wood. "One would have to spend more time with it. A short ritual can reveal its magical essence, to study its property would take longer." He turns to Bertolt to see if the scholar has any advice to offer, if Bertolt agrees, Sho will proceed to cast the ritual for detect magic.
“Ok, let’s take stock of what we have. I have a potion of healing, some holy water (that I’m saving for the caped creature’s eyeballs) and an iron key, I don’t know what it opens.” Erven sits with his back against the wall. “I couldn’t rest at all in this place. I still feel like I have just woken up from death.” He stands up, puts away his short sword and pulls out his whip. “I can use this to reach the monster that might be in front of you, Onyx. I think I’ll stand behind you until I’m a little stronger.” He drags Talion away from his chest of goodies and says “Help me search this secret door for traps ...”
Perception, with help : 23
(Passive perception is 15.)
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
@Sho
You take the time to cast your spell and once again, the magic of the house threatens to overwhelm your senses. However, when you focus on the sword, you can tell it is definitely magical and you can sense that it is transmutation and enchantment magics that are most obvious...
@Erven
Looking at the door with Talion, you don't sense any traps.
@all
Did any of you want to study the Priests of Osybus stuff during the short rest or no? It's an arcana check if you want to and it would be an hour of studying it. You can help each other if you want.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
The book is not really of interest to Talion (unless bound in gold and gems), so he would look on with occasional curiosity if someone studies it, but otherwise take little interest. The sword, on the other hand, would perhaps keep drawing his attention, and if Sho shares her knowledge, he would suggest someone pull it out of the wood when the rest is ended.
At the end of the brief ritual, magical energies came rushing in from all around in a flash, forming a dazzling, colourful spectrum in front of Sho's eyes. Focusing on the sword, Sho rubbed his aching temples and opened his eyes briefly with a somewhat weary sigh. "It is unquestionably magical... transmutation would be what it had given the blade its power, transforming it, strengthening it from ordinary steel. Enchantment however..." He paused hesitantly and resettled his gaze onto the sword. Enchantment usually comes with mind-altering properties. But he didn't want to say it out-right. "...it depends on how it was used." He continued.
"Let us retrieve the sword out if we want to study it further." He suggested. It was hard to resist the urge to study the sword a bit more. Reaching over and holding onto the hilt, he slowly pulled the sword out, before he puts it onto his lap and examines it more closely.
Strength (??): 20
"The sword if it is magical would be a great boon. Although I think what we should be finding a way to do is rest. We are all low on our magical abilities and at this point sleep would do us all a favor." Bertolt says as he returns to his feet.