(Welp....I guess you all get to meet the second act in my Menagerie of Madness. Am I rerolling? Are there details of this new realm (I assume the Shadowfell since I about aced the Arcana roll)?)
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
Oh no, you're not re-rolling. I'm not killing you, are you kidding? You have a date with your god. It's time for your annual review. I'm just thinking how I can make this as cool as possible for you, so stay tuned.
Meanwhile, the rest of you have a crazy girl to deal with. Make it fast, there's about 6 minutes left of safety, if you remain in the house.
(Well my performance has been solid, despite the occasional dip during hardships. I have shown an excellent potential for flexibility when I took on a second class. After a recent setback in losing my minion squad, I made several attempts to subvert a local lord and install party which would be much more accepting of Nerrul's Will. Due to unforseen, unassociated burdens, my plan was cut short. Given appropriate time, manpower, and resources, I believe I can fulfill my genocidal intentions and secure a sizeable foothold in this untouched realm.)
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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
You are dragged by the tentacle into a room identical from the room you were all just fighting in. It's exactly the same, except that it's completely dark - it's lightless. When your eyes adjust you can make out the same room, the same staircase, but there are no bodies, no inhabitants. You can hear whispers of...things...you can't make out what their saying, but they don't sound friendly. The tentacle is gone as well. Everything you can see swirls with black ropy shadows, everything is in shades of black - it's like you're in some twisted reflection of Barovia. Surprisingly, nothing reaches out to attack you, but as you climb the stairs up and head outside, the sight you see is nothing like the Shadowfell at all.
CARCERI
You step out of the Shadowfell into what you believe is Carceri, home realm of Nerull. There are millions upon millions of dead and undead either lumbering around or just standing around. Countless souls screaming in agony litter the sky - more than you can hope to count, while demonic creatures that defy description trying to consume them. There are so many inhabitants you are literally shoulder to shoulder with something every moment, every step you take. Demonic clerics, countless, perform various horrific rites and prayers. Something is drawing you towards the center. There, is a titanic citadel made of black ice. Just looking at it gives you a sense of awe. You are lurched toward it, and before you can comprehend, you find yourself in Nerull's court - the very walls appear to writhe, millions of souls trapped within the walls.
You dare not look directly at Nerull, or his court, but a cursory glance shows him as a black-robed skeleton with a rust red body and green ropy hair - holding a staff, sitting on his throne of ice. Just being in his presence and his court would involve using physics that are not native to Faerun, and would be enough to drive anyone mad, so from this point on, any description or conversation will be put into terms you can understand. You don't know how, but you are kneeling.
"I have pulled you from the Shadowfell for a reason, Grishkar." Nerull says, his "voice" in your mind. "I am here to give you another chance. I am not happy with you."
The room with the cultists is surprisingly calm, now, but Grishkar is currently indisposed, yanked away by a shadow tentacle into god knows where. In the meantime, there's a young woman outside who needs attention. She has clearly been mistreated, and is very messy and dirty. And she thinks she's a cat.
Kia lowers the horn after blowing. You did not hear anything. "If our own Briella cannot do it, then I do not know where to turn in this land. Even the ones we have found who purport to be Good fall short of the measure. I do not know that 'healing' of this sort is available in Barovia."
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
OOC: There is... one... Someone who we really don’t get along with
Martha looks around for a second, sees that nothings there, and bolts up the stairs, “Hey you guys can take care of the rest, I’m gonna go help Kia! Make sure Grish isn’t dead!”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Grishkar's mind floods with a pain that threatens to split his very soul as his head raises. He keeps his eyes closed, as it eases the pain slightly and out of reverence for his Lord. His words feel choked and speaking spreads a taste of blood, "Lord Nerrul, Master of Death and Undead, Despiser of-" the skeletal god tips his staff slightly and Grishkar's words are cut short. The necromancer is raised from his knees, too low for standing, too high for kneeling by some unseen force.
"Despiser, Reaper, Hater of Life, Foe of All Good, Bringer of Darkness, Wielder of Lifecutter," the skeleton clenches a hand on the arm of his throne and his robes flex as though flesh still rested within the sleeves. The room seems to stir with anticipation, "I did not bring you here to recite my titles like some sycophant!"
Speech slowly found its way back to Grishkar, but this new force still held his body in agonizing stasis, "Master, I have spread death and despair in your name. In my homeland, I am known by whispers in the night as a hand of your will. The Order of the Gentle Hand was purged from within on the day you annointed me with your Spirit. House Kane was stricken and the land corrupted by my own hand along with scores of lives over the years."
Pausing for a moment, Grishkar stuggles against the irresistable force to raise his arms, "Grant me use of my arms, Master, and I will draw my knife to open my neck at your feet. My life is an abomination to you and I have given countless lives as penance. Take my life, but let me do your will everywhere I find myself. This new land, Barovia, is hosted by a vampire who hold sizeable command over darkness and undeath. If you wish for him to serve you, let me act as emissary to his court."
(I will also take several level ups, a host of undead, mundane and otherwise, and Nightcaller, the special whistle that grants a 1/day use of Animate Dead, OR the process of becoming a lich)
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
(I did edit slightly for the process of Lichdom ;) I'd be a pretty wimpy lich at this point ig I converted. Also, why would I want to kill Strahd per se unless Nerull (spelling has been wrong this hold time! AHH!) wants to take over? As for the demiplane, it's hard to spread death with nothing to kill, and I'm not quite demigod status to be granted free access to come and go from one.)
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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
Nope. There's just the room where the cultists slept, and the room you guys are in now. And the stairway up.
Where could those vampire spawn have gone...?
OOC: They went on vacation, because their lives were “at stake”! Ha! I kill me.
HAHA! That was a good one.
(Inspiration? Trying to help you out Merlin!)
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OOC: Grish is going home! Come back and stay a while!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(Welp....I guess you all get to meet the second act in my Menagerie of Madness. Am I rerolling? Are there details of this new realm (I assume the Shadowfell since I about aced the Arcana roll)?)
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
Oh no, you're not re-rolling. I'm not killing you, are you kidding? You have a date with your god. It's time for your annual review. I'm just thinking how I can make this as cool as possible for you, so stay tuned.
Meanwhile, the rest of you have a crazy girl to deal with. Make it fast, there's about 6 minutes left of safety, if you remain in the house.
(Well my performance has been solid, despite the occasional dip during hardships. I have shown an excellent potential for flexibility when I took on a second class. After a recent setback in losing my minion squad, I made several attempts to subvert a local lord and install party which would be much more accepting of Nerrul's Will. Due to unforseen, unassociated burdens, my plan was cut short. Given appropriate time, manpower, and resources, I believe I can fulfill my genocidal intentions and secure a sizeable foothold in this untouched realm.)
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: But you diiiid get choked out by your boss earlier, so who knows really
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
THE SHADOWFELL - GRISHKAR
You are dragged by the tentacle into a room identical from the room you were all just fighting in. It's exactly the same, except that it's completely dark - it's lightless. When your eyes adjust you can make out the same room, the same staircase, but there are no bodies, no inhabitants. You can hear whispers of...things...you can't make out what their saying, but they don't sound friendly. The tentacle is gone as well. Everything you can see swirls with black ropy shadows, everything is in shades of black - it's like you're in some twisted reflection of Barovia. Surprisingly, nothing reaches out to attack you, but as you climb the stairs up and head outside, the sight you see is nothing like the Shadowfell at all.
CARCERI
You step out of the Shadowfell into what you believe is Carceri, home realm of Nerull. There are millions upon millions of dead and undead either lumbering around or just standing around. Countless souls screaming in agony litter the sky - more than you can hope to count, while demonic creatures that defy description trying to consume them. There are so many inhabitants you are literally shoulder to shoulder with something every moment, every step you take. Demonic clerics, countless, perform various horrific rites and prayers. Something is drawing you towards the center. There, is a titanic citadel made of black ice. Just looking at it gives you a sense of awe. You are lurched toward it, and before you can comprehend, you find yourself in Nerull's court - the very walls appear to writhe, millions of souls trapped within the walls.
You dare not look directly at Nerull, or his court, but a cursory glance shows him as a black-robed skeleton with a rust red body and green ropy hair - holding a staff, sitting on his throne of ice. Just being in his presence and his court would involve using physics that are not native to Faerun, and would be enough to drive anyone mad, so from this point on, any description or conversation will be put into terms you can understand. You don't know how, but you are kneeling.
"I have pulled you from the Shadowfell for a reason, Grishkar." Nerull says, his "voice" in your mind. "I am here to give you another chance. I am not happy with you."
Imryll to Kia: “We need a healer to rid this poor girl of her mind sickness. Any idea who has powerful enough magic to complete such arcane healing?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Sparks fly as Bors' sword strikes the floor in a futile attempt to cut the tendril.
FIVE MINUTES LEFT
The room with the cultists is surprisingly calm, now, but Grishkar is currently indisposed, yanked away by a shadow tentacle into god knows where. In the meantime, there's a young woman outside who needs attention. She has clearly been mistreated, and is very messy and dirty. And she thinks she's a cat.
Kia can relate! =P
OOC: And there’s one more door ahead of us, right?
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Nope. There's just the room where the cultists slept, and the room you guys are in now. And the stairway up.
Where could those vampire spawn have gone...?
Kia lowers the horn after blowing. You did not hear anything. "If our own Briella cannot do it, then I do not know where to turn in this land. Even the ones we have found who purport to be Good fall short of the measure. I do not know that 'healing' of this sort is available in Barovia."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
OOC: There is... one... Someone who we really don’t get along with
Martha looks around for a second, sees that nothings there, and bolts up the stairs, “Hey you guys can take care of the rest, I’m gonna go help Kia! Make sure Grish isn’t dead!”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Turning to her animals, she issues a command for them to try to search nearby for the vampires.
The Boars Investigation:-2
Butterscotch sniffs around the area for any signs of the undead. (Keen Sense)Investigation: 15
While they do that Briella is going to examine the place that Grishkar disappeared.
Investigation:3 (or Arcana:2)
Grishkar's mind floods with a pain that threatens to split his very soul as his head raises. He keeps his eyes closed, as it eases the pain slightly and out of reverence for his Lord. His words feel choked and speaking spreads a taste of blood, "Lord Nerrul, Master of Death and Undead, Despiser of-" the skeletal god tips his staff slightly and Grishkar's words are cut short. The necromancer is raised from his knees, too low for standing, too high for kneeling by some unseen force.
"Despiser, Reaper, Hater of Life, Foe of All Good, Bringer of Darkness, Wielder of Lifecutter," the skeleton clenches a hand on the arm of his throne and his robes flex as though flesh still rested within the sleeves. The room seems to stir with anticipation, "I did not bring you here to recite my titles like some sycophant!"
Speech slowly found its way back to Grishkar, but this new force still held his body in agonizing stasis, "Master, I have spread death and despair in your name. In my homeland, I am known by whispers in the night as a hand of your will. The Order of the Gentle Hand was purged from within on the day you annointed me with your Spirit. House Kane was stricken and the land corrupted by my own hand along with scores of lives over the years."
Pausing for a moment, Grishkar stuggles against the irresistable force to raise his arms, "Grant me use of my arms, Master, and I will draw my knife to open my neck at your feet. My life is an abomination to you and I have given countless lives as penance. Take my life, but let me do your will everywhere I find myself. This new land, Barovia, is hosted by a vampire who hold sizeable command over darkness and undeath. If you wish for him to serve you, let me act as emissary to his court."
(I will also take several level ups, a host of undead, mundane and otherwise, and Nightcaller, the special whistle that grants a 1/day use of Animate Dead, OR the process of becoming a lich)
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: Oh is that all? You don’t want to add Lichdom? Finish off Strahd? Maybe a demiplane to call home? I mean, if your asking, go big ;D
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
(I did edit slightly for the process of Lichdom ;) I'd be a pretty wimpy lich at this point ig I converted. Also, why would I want to kill Strahd per se unless Nerull (spelling has been wrong this hold time! AHH!) wants to take over? As for the demiplane, it's hard to spread death with nothing to kill, and I'm not quite demigod status to be granted free access to come and go from one.)
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
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