With a torch lit, the rooms light up - but not much beyond what darkvision would give; about thirty feet of good light before extending out into flickering shadows. Both the line waning and dark vision stopping at 60 feet. The ground around the rotting planks seems... alive. Twitching. Moving. Tiny little feelers waiting for anything to step beyond the grates.
Discarded materials seem scattered about; a cesspit of rotten and spoiled... things.
The sound of swirling electricity comes from behind; back towards the entryway to the tunnel.
A humanoid figure stands there, but just seemingly out of sight. Only the brief zap of blue-white lightning giving away the outline of legs, arms, and four wiggling tendrils along the ribs.
"Not. Much. Time." it's voice raspy, staggered, but seeming to mimic ZZ's.
ZZ feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up at hearing her own voice. Haku clinks as his feathers ruffle in alarm. She moves closer to this humanoid figure, but not too close, hoping her dark vision will allow her to see more of what this creature is about. investigation10
As ZZ steps closer to get a better look, the creature just seems to smile. A cruel smile... something wicked. Tattered clothing is across it's body; rope like muscles bulging under the slashes and cuts. Pupils seem long gone; creating a unnerving solid color. Some kind of eyeball like...thing... is connected from a network of tubes that run from it to the creatures neck.
What seem to be dark lines extend down from the being's neck and over it's skin. The dozen or so tentacles are also sheer muscle; coiled and ready to strike. Each one ending in a dozen or so fine quill like needles.
Periodic ribbons of lightning flash across it's body; no discernable rime or reason for it. But it does light up it's Redhel Face.
"Surrender. Or Fight. Decide. Now."The voice changes to someone elses; another mimicry. Almost rote.
ZZ, you don't know what this is - or how it exists. But it's certainly dangerous.
"Well, I for one am glad we came down here. I have had a lot of fun, and learned a lot about myself..." Abigail remarks to the rest of the crew.
In a slightly louder tone she says, "I do not suppose there is a third option... Like, 'It's closing time, here is the exit, leave now?' Because I would definitely go for that option; that is the option for me."
Abigail eyes the lightning flickering across the horror in front of her; remembering the last time she tried to fight something with electrical power, she winces.
The creature is blocking the only exit you're aware of; the majority of the chamber behind the gates full of the weird hands that tried to dissolve Lafetha
Abigail, attempting to interpret the monstrosity's odd response to her question, assumes that there is only one option on the table for getting out of their immediate situation without conflict.
"Ya, ya, surrender, I suppose."
She turns to Tarak, ZZ, and Lafetha, "Unless you all had other plans?"
With everyone in agreeance to leaving, and there seeming not to be an exit, Lafetha casts Helm of Teleportation on the party to teleport them all back to the boat.
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Several sigils across the helmet Lafetha has had on light up. A silvery-nearly translucent cord connecting to each of those willing to go. There's a sound of a snap. Bright golden lights; followed by a eclipse like figure. Then a kaleidoscope of rainbow colors for just the briefest of moments...
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Something hiccups and the colors seem to repeat. The sound and the feeling of a cold metal slamming against you all (everyone take 16 Force damage).
Then as the colors of reality return; you find yourself on the deck of a ship....
But, it certainly is not the Maiden.....
There's confusion from the crew that are on hand. Shouting of witches and demons as they're grabbing arms quickly. There's barely enough time from the changing lights and sudden injury to know where you are.
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Tarak pushes himself to his feet and holds out his amulet as a sign of being a Paladin of the faith. “Peace unto you brothers we are not witches I am a representative of the Iron Queen and we mean you no harm.”
Tarak pushes himself to his feet and holds out his amulet as a sign of being a Paladin of the faith. “Peace unto you brothers we are not witches I am a representative of the Iron Queen and we mean you no harm.”
Persuasion 13
"That's exactly what a demon would say!"
The crowd doesn't appear to be moved; their superstition and distrust in magic that the Iron Queen somewhat promotes not helping to build the case in the moment.
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“A demon would simply try to kill you not try to reason with you. They lust after blood and destruction. All we need is information for where we ended up and a ride to shore if we are at sea. Well and my friend needs care which a demon also wouldn’t do.”
He indicates Abigail who is in desperate need of healing
With as great a show of paladinness as possible and a little flair he uses lay on hands and gives Abigail 30 hp
There's a pause, as a few of the members of the crew begin to cricle around.
There's a brief murmor before a few speak up.
"They came like a starfall. Why would anyone believe the mouth of them? Healer or not..." The colors you saw with the spell were very reminiscent of a starfall
Their weapons are certainly ready now. They aren't believing Tarak; leaving it up to the others to try and dissuade them or get them out of the situation.
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"Sorry Abigail, but hold on! Let's get out of here guys! Hopefully, this time we end up where we intended to be!" Lafetha cast Helm of Teleportation again hoping to land in THEIR ship this time.
bonus action-- Heal Abigail 10 also add 4 temp HPs
"Hello Morgan, Love. Yes, it is really us... It's been a bit of an evening." Abigail says as she attempts to steady herself from the violence of being ripped through space. She wobbles forward a bit, grabbing at a cabinet door, but misses the first time. She takes aim at the door and opens in with gusto, reaching in and pulling forth a bottle of brandy.
"Well, I am afraid your friend the beggar..." Abigail holds up a finger as she tips her head and the bottle back; gulping down one, two, three, four mouthfuls of brandy, before gasping for air, "...definitely got lucky getting out of that hornet's nest. But I am not sure there is much of anything we are going to be able to do for him, or his companions. There are things in there that appear to be far more powerful and malicious than our little party can handle." She glances over at Morgan, "Some sort of dark marriage of magic and technology."
Taking another swig, Abigail situates herself on a stool. "I am think we are just going to have to let this one go..."
Tarak nods in agreement. “Yes I think that is for the best. Now some of us need some rest it was an eventful evening. Only question is do we stay here or start moving out to put space between us and this town?”
ZZ rubs her hands together...."Agreed! Now to see what these scoundrels have done to my shop while away!" She bustles away, intent on checking the ship, her canon, and fixing anything needed. She is looking forward to a rest. She hmmss...trying to figure out if she should enchant an item in the meantime.
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With a torch lit, the rooms light up - but not much beyond what darkvision would give; about thirty feet of good light before extending out into flickering shadows. Both the line waning and dark vision stopping at 60 feet. The ground around the rotting planks seems... alive. Twitching. Moving. Tiny little feelers waiting for anything to step beyond the grates.
Discarded materials seem scattered about; a cesspit of rotten and spoiled... things.
The sound of swirling electricity comes from behind; back towards the entryway to the tunnel.
A humanoid figure stands there, but just seemingly out of sight. Only the brief zap of blue-white lightning giving away the outline of legs, arms, and four wiggling tendrils along the ribs.
"Not. Much. Time." it's voice raspy, staggered, but seeming to mimic ZZ's.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
ZZ feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up at hearing her own voice. Haku clinks as his feathers ruffle in alarm. She moves closer to this humanoid figure, but not too close, hoping her dark vision will allow her to see more of what this creature is about. investigation10
As ZZ steps closer to get a better look, the creature just seems to smile. A cruel smile... something wicked. Tattered clothing is across it's body; rope like muscles bulging under the slashes and cuts. Pupils seem long gone; creating a unnerving solid color. Some kind of eyeball like...thing... is connected from a network of tubes that run from it to the creatures neck.
What seem to be dark lines extend down from the being's neck and over it's skin. The dozen or so tentacles are also sheer muscle; coiled and ready to strike. Each one ending in a dozen or so fine quill like needles.
Periodic ribbons of lightning flash across it's body; no discernable rime or reason for it. But it does light up it's Redhel Face.
"Surrender. Or Fight. Decide. Now." The voice changes to someone elses; another mimicry. Almost rote.
ZZ, you don't know what this is - or how it exists. But it's certainly dangerous.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"Well, I for one am glad we came down here. I have had a lot of fun, and learned a lot about myself..." Abigail remarks to the rest of the crew.
In a slightly louder tone she says, "I do not suppose there is a third option... Like, 'It's closing time, here is the exit, leave now?' Because I would definitely go for that option; that is the option for me."
Abigail eyes the lightning flickering across the horror in front of her; remembering the last time she tried to fight something with electrical power, she winces.
The being's head cocks to the side in a unnatural angle.
"Exit," it's voice a crude imitation of Abigail.
"Surrender." again back to that other unknown person.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"Ahhhh....i vote to leave." ZZ starts looking around for exits.
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The creature is blocking the only exit you're aware of; the majority of the chamber behind the gates full of the weird hands that tried to dissolve Lafetha
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail, attempting to interpret the monstrosity's odd response to her question, assumes that there is only one option on the table for getting out of their immediate situation without conflict.
"Ya, ya, surrender, I suppose."
She turns to Tarak, ZZ, and Lafetha, "Unless you all had other plans?"
With everyone in agreeance to leaving, and there seeming not to be an exit, Lafetha casts Helm of Teleportation on the party to teleport them all back to the boat.
(47)
Several sigils across the helmet Lafetha has had on light up. A silvery-nearly translucent cord connecting to each of those willing to go. There's a sound of a snap. Bright golden lights; followed by a eclipse like figure. Then a kaleidoscope of rainbow colors for just the briefest of moments...
(Mishap: 24 due to 4)
(48)
Something hiccups and the colors seem to repeat. The sound and the feeling of a cold metal slamming against you all (everyone take 16 Force damage).
Then as the colors of reality return; you find yourself on the deck of a ship....
But, it certainly is not the Maiden.....
There's confusion from the crew that are on hand. Shouting of witches and demons as they're grabbing arms quickly. There's barely enough time from the changing lights and sudden injury to know where you are.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Tarak pushes himself to his feet and holds out his amulet as a sign of being a Paladin of the faith. “Peace unto you brothers we are not witches I am a representative of the Iron Queen and we mean you no harm.”
Persuasion 13
ZZ groans as she lands, ignoring those around her she reaches into her pack and grabs a potion of healing...
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"That's exactly what a demon would say!"
The crowd doesn't appear to be moved; their superstition and distrust in magic that the Iron Queen somewhat promotes not helping to build the case in the moment.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
“A demon would simply try to kill you not try to reason with you. They lust after blood and destruction. All we need is information for where we ended up and a ride to shore if we are at sea. Well and my friend needs care which a demon also wouldn’t do.”
He indicates Abigail who is in desperate need of healing
With as great a show of paladinness as possible and a little flair he uses lay on hands and gives Abigail 30 hp
Performance 21
There's a pause, as a few of the members of the crew begin to cricle around.
There's a brief murmor before a few speak up.
"They came like a starfall. Why would anyone believe the mouth of them? Healer or not..." The colors you saw with the spell were very reminiscent of a starfall
Their weapons are certainly ready now. They aren't believing Tarak; leaving it up to the others to try and dissuade them or get them out of the situation.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"Sorry Abigail, but hold on! Let's get out of here guys! Hopefully, this time we end up where we intended to be!" Lafetha cast Helm of Teleportation again hoping to land in THEIR ship this time.
bonus action-- Heal Abigail 10 also add 4 temp HPs
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Again; a series of colors. The bright white light changing to gold. The unknown eclipse. The rainbow and then...
You find yourself on the deck of the Maiden. A very surprised Morgan wheeling around with a Rapier in their hand.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"Hello Morgan, Love. Yes, it is really us... It's been a bit of an evening." Abigail says as she attempts to steady herself from the violence of being ripped through space. She wobbles forward a bit, grabbing at a cabinet door, but misses the first time. She takes aim at the door and opens in with gusto, reaching in and pulling forth a bottle of brandy.
"Well, I am afraid your friend the beggar..." Abigail holds up a finger as she tips her head and the bottle back; gulping down one, two, three, four mouthfuls of brandy, before gasping for air, "...definitely got lucky getting out of that hornet's nest. But I am not sure there is much of anything we are going to be able to do for him, or his companions. There are things in there that appear to be far more powerful and malicious than our little party can handle." She glances over at Morgan, "Some sort of dark marriage of magic and technology."
Taking another swig, Abigail situates herself on a stool. "I am think we are just going to have to let this one go..."
Tarak nods in agreement. “Yes I think that is for the best. Now some of us need some rest it was an eventful evening. Only question is do we stay here or start moving out to put space between us and this town?”
ZZ rubs her hands together...."Agreed! Now to see what these scoundrels have done to my shop while away!" She bustles away, intent on checking the ship, her canon, and fixing anything needed. She is looking forward to a rest. She hmmss...trying to figure out if she should enchant an item in the meantime.