I walk toward the doors, and then try to open one of the doors. The ice one.
You run towards what you hope is salvation in the form of ice, you rip open the door and dash through it, running into what appears to be a winter wonderland. Large fir trees have a light dusting of the purest white snow, and the cold doesn’t seem to sting as much as it ought to. You barely have time to shout “It’s OK guys, we can go through thi...” before a sheet of snow, 13 feet thick crashes on you. You attempt to fire-breathe your way out, but you are not strong enough and simply start drowning now too.
Right, so, you said blaster, and my head went: “Blaster? What blaster? I didn’t say they had blasters did I? But that would be cool, imagine if they had like, magic water cannons that killed Wisps. Like some sort of ghost buster fire fighting!”
So, without further ado, THIS is what the gun thing described below is.
You whip around, with a Gatling gun type cannon with blue canisters where the bullets should have been. You back a lever on the top of the blaster and start firing at the Wisps, which one by one disappear in a puff of smoke. As the smoke dissipates, you are left holding a huge gun that has no use anymore and is now falling apart and turning to dust.
Right, so, you said blaster, and my head went: “Blaster? What blaster? I didn’t say they had blasters did I? But that would be cool, imagine if they had like, magic water cannons that killed Wisps. Like some sort of ghost buster fire fighting!”
So, without further ado, THIS is what the gun thing described below is.
You whip around, with a Gatling gun type cannon with blue canisters where the bullets should have been. You back a lever on the top of the blaster and start firing at the Wisps, which one by one disappear in a puff of smoke. As the smoke dissipates, you are left holding a huge gun that has no use anymore and is now falling apart and turning to dust.
This is awesome! I ment that I shot them with my bow, but, as they are dead now. I will edge along the side of the canyon.
You edge along the edge of the canyon, searching (I assume) for another way out. Instead of comfort, you find unease when looking upon the wall that you have now reached. Depictions of gladiators fighting many creatures, among which are, giant hounds, undead lions, and multiheaded hydras, and losing. All of these creatures appear to be in some kind of crystal, being manipulated by some skeletal figure with a smile full of wicked malice. You get chills down your spine.
The other wall depicts more of the same. Upon further inspection, you realise that the crystal is actually minuscule writing, reading:
”The only way out is through” over and over in multiple languages.
You edge along the edge of the canyon, searching (I assume) for another way out. Instead of comfort, you find unease when looking upon the wall that you have now reached. Depictions of gladiators fighting many creatures, among which are, giant hounds, undead lions, and multiheaded hydras, and losing. All of these creatures appear to be in some kind of crystal, being manipulated by some skeletal figure with a smile full of wicked malice. You get chills down your spine.
The other wall depicts more of the same. Upon further inspection, you realise that the crystal is actually minuscule writing, reading:
”The only way out is through” over and over in multiple languages.
Wow.... okay.... uh, I’ll try to push my way into the wall? If that doesn’t work I’ll make a rope belt thing, and, no that wouldn’t work. I will shoot a arrow with a rope tied to it across the canyon, to see how far it goes. What material is the wall? I’m thinking of stabbing a arrow into it and using a rope on the arrow........ then dropping into the canyon. I dunno.
You secure yourself with an arrow that you have placed near the canyon and begin to rappel down it. You get to the end of your rope when you see that the rope is snapping. The rope snaps and you fall, and fall, and stop, right back in the middle of the room.
also, was the creepy mural too much? I feel like it was too much?
I (half-orc barbarian) stand up from where I just appeared lying in the middle of the room. This definitely isn't where I went to sleep.
I see Korfi still stood by the doors and go over to him as a dragonborn promptly gets flattened by an avalanche through one of the doors.
"guess that's the room of death, then!" I say, reading the riddle. I notice Plopped land behind me with a scream of terror and a handful of frayed rope.
"oh, I get it" I say ,with absolutely no intention of explaining how, why or even what it is that I get. I light my own torch, open the "room of no return" and step through.
I (half-orc barbarian) stand up from where I just appeared lying in the middle of the room. This definitely isn't where I went to sleep.
I see Korfi still stood by the doors and go over to him as a dragonborn promptly gets flattened by an avalanche through one of the doors.
"guess that's the room of death, then!" I say, reading the riddle. I notice Plopped land behind me with a scream of terror and a handful of frayed rope.
"oh, I get it" I say ,with absolutely no intention of explaining how, why or even what it is that I get. I light my own torch, open the "room of no return" and step through.
You step through and immediately find yourself in some kind of gladiatorial ring. The tall walls that trap you are made of a smooth stone and have multiple torches of green flames that illuminate the colosseum, and the skeletons littering the arena. Three large grates built into the walls start to clank and raise upwards, as you hear rattling of bones and growls of half-dead beasts. Six undead lions are now closing in on you.
Also, congrats on finding the right door. Also, thanks for describing your character roughly.
I (half-orc barbarian) stand up from where I just appeared lying in the middle of the room. This definitely isn't where I went to sleep.
I see Korfi still stood by the doors and go over to him as a dragonborn promptly gets flattened by an avalanche through one of the doors.
"guess that's the room of death, then!" I say, reading the riddle. I notice Plopped land behind me with a scream of terror and a handful of frayed rope.
"oh, I get it" I say ,with absolutely no intention of explaining how, why or even what it is that I get. I light my own torch, open the "room of no return" and step through.
You step through and immediately find yourself in some kind of gladiatorial ring. The tall walls that trap you are made of a smooth stone and have multiple torches of green flames that illuminate the colosseum, and the skeletons littering the arena. Three large grates built into the walls start to clank and raise upwards, as you hear rattling of bones and growls of half-dead beasts. Six undead lions are now closing in on you.
Also, congrats on finding the right door.
I draw my Dragon Greatsword (The Dequackenator, slayer of several potential ducks) and become immediately distracted by the torches. I quickly offer my normal torch to the green torch in an effort to pick up the green flames on the end, whilst keeping an eye on the undead lions.
I am pleased by the green torch. Keeping as much distance from the lions as possible (keeping them at bay with my green torch, if necessary), I look around the room to see if there are any other exits or interesting features.
Oh! The wisp gets pushed over to insert name! I get it.
"AGH. Frookity frick frack." Luckily, I'm a red dragonborn.
I try to open one of the doors. The ice one.
Cat cult is strong. Grammar cult is strong. Ni cult is strong. Sedge cult is strong. All cults are strong.
MilestoGo_24, Bubbub25 and SpeedyTabaxi_CatsForLife may or may not be my friends. Cynophobia almost definitely is.
Pronouns are she/her.
Here, have a thing I made.
You’re not by the doors.
I walk toward the doors, and then try to open one of the doors. The ice one.
Cat cult is strong. Grammar cult is strong. Ni cult is strong. Sedge cult is strong. All cults are strong.
MilestoGo_24, Bubbub25 and SpeedyTabaxi_CatsForLife may or may not be my friends. Cynophobia almost definitely is.
Pronouns are she/her.
Here, have a thing I made.
You run towards what you hope is salvation in the form of ice, you rip open the door and dash through it, running into what appears to be a winter wonderland. Large fir trees have a light dusting of the purest white snow, and the cold doesn’t seem to sting as much as it ought to. You barely have time to shout “It’s OK guys, we can go through thi...” before a sheet of snow, 13 feet thick crashes on you. You attempt to fire-breathe your way out, but you are not strong enough and simply start drowning now too.
I would also like to address the fact that his character said “Frookity frick frack”. Hilarious to imagine a huge hulking Dragonborn saying this.
Farewell.
Im going to walk parallel to the canyon until I find something, or, someone needs to be shot by a flaming arrow.
You are still being attacked by wicked fire ghosts
Farewell.
Ah, well. PEW PEW! I will start blasting.
Blasting what?! What are you blasting with?! Where did you get a blaster?!
WAIT! I have idea! No one post yet!
Farewell.
Uhhhhh.
Right, so, you said blaster, and my head went: “Blaster? What blaster? I didn’t say they had blasters did I? But that would be cool, imagine if they had like, magic water cannons that killed Wisps. Like some sort of ghost buster fire fighting!”
So, without further ado, THIS is what the gun thing described below is.
You whip around, with a Gatling gun type cannon with blue canisters where the bullets should have been. You back a lever on the top of the blaster and start firing at the Wisps, which one by one disappear in a puff of smoke. As the smoke dissipates, you are left holding a huge gun that has no use anymore and is now falling apart and turning to dust.
Farewell.
This is awesome! I ment that I shot them with my bow, but, as they are dead now. I will edge along the side of the canyon.
You edge along the edge of the canyon, searching (I assume) for another way out. Instead of comfort, you find unease when looking upon the wall that you have now reached. Depictions of gladiators fighting many creatures, among which are, giant hounds, undead lions, and multiheaded hydras, and losing. All of these creatures appear to be in some kind of crystal, being manipulated by some skeletal figure with a smile full of wicked malice. You get chills down your spine.
The other wall depicts more of the same. Upon further inspection, you realise that the crystal is actually minuscule writing, reading:
”The only way out is through” over and over in multiple languages.
Farewell.
Wow.... okay.... uh, I’ll try to push my way into the wall? If that doesn’t work I’ll make a rope belt thing, and, no that wouldn’t work. I will shoot a arrow with a rope tied to it across the canyon, to see how far it goes. What material is the wall? I’m thinking of stabbing a arrow into it and using a rope on the arrow........ then dropping into the canyon. I dunno.
You secure yourself with an arrow that you have placed near the canyon and begin to rappel down it. You get to the end of your rope when you see that the rope is snapping. The rope snaps and you fall, and fall, and stop, right back in the middle of the room.
also, was the creepy mural too much? I feel like it was too much?
Farewell.
I (half-orc barbarian) stand up from where I just appeared lying in the middle of the room. This definitely isn't where I went to sleep.
I see Korfi still stood by the doors and go over to him as a dragonborn promptly gets flattened by an avalanche through one of the doors.
"guess that's the room of death, then!" I say, reading the riddle. I notice Plopped land behind me with a scream of terror and a handful of frayed rope.
"oh, I get it" I say ,with absolutely no intention of explaining how, why or even what it is that I get. I light my own torch, open the "room of no return" and step through.
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You step through and immediately find yourself in some kind of gladiatorial ring. The tall walls that trap you are made of a smooth stone and have multiple torches of green flames that illuminate the colosseum, and the skeletons littering the arena. Three large grates built into the walls start to clank and raise upwards, as you hear rattling of bones and growls of half-dead beasts. Six undead lions are now closing in on you.
Also, congrats on finding the right door. Also, thanks for describing your character roughly.
Farewell.
I draw my Dragon Greatsword (The Dequackenator, slayer of several potential ducks) and become immediately distracted by the torches. I quickly offer my normal torch to the green torch in an effort to pick up the green flames on the end, whilst keeping an eye on the undead lions.
Make your Artificer work with any other class with 174 Multiclassing Feats for your Artificer Multiclass Character!
DM's Guild Releases on This Thread Or check them all out on DMs Guild!
DrivethruRPG Releases on This Thread - latest release: My Character is a Werewolf: balanced rules for Lycanthropy!
I have started discussing/reviewing 3rd party D&D content on Substack - stay tuned for semi-regular posts!
Congratulations, you now have a green-flamed torch and a duck-slaying sword. What now?
Farewell.
I am pleased by the green torch. Keeping as much distance from the lions as possible (keeping them at bay with my green torch, if necessary), I look around the room to see if there are any other exits or interesting features.
Make your Artificer work with any other class with 174 Multiclassing Feats for your Artificer Multiclass Character!
DM's Guild Releases on This Thread Or check them all out on DMs Guild!
DrivethruRPG Releases on This Thread - latest release: My Character is a Werewolf: balanced rules for Lycanthropy!
I have started discussing/reviewing 3rd party D&D content on Substack - stay tuned for semi-regular posts!