Danger in the secret places; Magic from three different planes slam together and churn into a dangerous new world. An experiment in hospitality between three temperamental queens has resulted in the corruption of a magical meeting meetingplace. Violence and discretion will be required to bring peace and order to the shifting meeting place of Fey Wild and Shadowfell.
The the style & artwork I’m using (stealing) is Juan Miguel López Barea’s concept work for Blasphemous. I'll be primarily relying on theater of the mind and breaking out battle maps when boss fights go down
At level 20s, you are all at least somewhat familiar with portals and the different planes. You all know where you were pulled from, and where you should have ended. And (for the most part) it seems like the trip was a success.
What you don't know is that each of you should have ended up somewhere different. But instead you find yourselves a company of four. As your senses adjust to the dappled lighting and magic flowing through your new surroundings, how do you each appear to the new faces that see you?
(to the DM and other players - Do we want to go with a fresh reboot per the current post #2 or should we just take it up where we left off and just have the tower dissolve away and we find our selves pulled to where post #2 begins (kind of like a roller-coaster that pauses for a moment, and then continues as we did at the bottom of the hole and would then be thrust into this new point.
(Looks like we're starting fresh, so I can go ahead and begin by describing my character).
Akkron emerges from the portal between the worlds and shakes some dust off his gray robes. The ancient corpse takes a moment to let his senses, both mundane and paranormal, adjust to this place that he has found himself in. He still isn't sure what great threat the multiverse is facing, but his research has told him that whatever has happened, or is about to happen, this place is the epicenter.
The being that you see is fairly tall, though not exceptionally so. Much of his body has been reduced to dusty bones by the passage of time, with a bit of inky darkness wafting away from him in the form of a supernatural mist. All of you immediately know what you're looking at when you see him. It is a lich.
His gaze slowly pans around the room, and it takes him a moment to realize he isn't alone. When he does, the lich lets out a sigh.
"I was not expecting to find any others in this place," he says tiredly. "Before any of you decide to throw fireballs at me or call upon divine magic to smite me, my name is Akkron and mean to cause no harm... in fact, I am here because I have reason to believe that a calamity is to come... or perhaps has already started... and I felt it was my duty to intervene before things get out of hand."
From the darkness and the dream and into the nightmare Dabbert stepped. There was something foreign, alien about what was happening, about those around him, and yet so familiar. The warrior was well built, but not too much so. Old in his youth. Well armored and well equipped. His hair probably hadn't seen a blade in a couple of months, though the shadow of coarse fuzz on his face had been cut more recently; it was only long enough to show off the first signs of graying. He had his halberd in one hand, though he looked hesitant to brandish it as his eyes, and his mind, adjusted to his new reality. One moment there was empty space, and the next he seemed to emerge from a gap in the air itself.
The armor that can be glimpsed from beneath his cloak is a dingy bronze, partially from wear, partially to make it blend with his surroundings. A skull emblazons the front of it with a crack down the middle. A hole just above his heart that shows all the signs of a piercing attack has the words 'born again' stenciled around it.
He takes a moment to gauge what is around him. To look at the Tabaxi. The undead corpse. The shieldmaiden of faith.
His dreams. He remembers his dreams. And he looks at the zombie as it begins to speak and assure them all it means no harm. He holds his place, unwilling to start a fight that he doesn't understand.
"Calamity..." He whispers, digesting the word. "I've dreamed of this calamity. And I've prepared for it. But I still don't understand it."
At the mention of “calamity” a cold chill runs through the desiccated chapel. Wood and iron creak around you as memories from your individual journeys become clear.
*If you could each make a Perception and Religion check, (dc20)*
The Tabaxi, looks about at the new environment he finds himself in. He breaths smoothly, centering himself as he takes in the new sites, smells and sounds. Ears twisting to and fro. He turns to the others and says "Well, at least I.." pausing, "We, are not alone in facing this. My name is Slip Surefoot, a proud... a Cat person, studied in the way of the Open Hand. What are our next steps?"
As the sudden wind subsides, you all notice that the sounds of settling architecture momentarily continues from inside. Dirt crunches, floorboards creak, and for a split second you see the hem of a cloak disappear down a hole in the rotting floor.
(Looks like Lorlin is our only remaining hope of getting a good Religion check...)
Akkron approaches the hole as well.
"It looks like someone isn't eager to meet us," the lich say suspiciously, then adds with a chuckle. "Though in fairness, I can't say I necessarily blame anyone who decides to make themselves scarce when four people appear out of nowhere, three of whom look like they're ready for a fight and one of whom is a lich..."
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Dabbert, not sure of what is happening but not wanting to wait for surprises, follows Catman and Grave Robber to the edge of the hole and looks in.
"Someone uh...got something we can drop in? I've got a torch in my bag." He says as he starts digging. "Name's Dabbert, by the way. Dabbert Hahft. Guess I shoulda uh...said that sooner."
Danger in the secret places; Magic from three different planes slam together and churn into a dangerous new world. An experiment in hospitality between three temperamental queens has resulted in the corruption of a magical meeting meetingplace. Violence and discretion will be required to bring peace and order to the shifting meeting place of Fey Wild and Shadowfell.
The the style & artwork I’m using (stealing) is Juan Miguel López Barea’s concept work for Blasphemous. I'll be primarily relying on theater of the mind and breaking out battle maps when boss fights go down
These words are smaller than the other ones.
At level 20s, you are all at least somewhat familiar with portals and the different planes. You all know where you were pulled from, and where you should have ended. And (for the most part) it seems like the trip was a success.
What you don't know is that each of you should have ended up somewhere different. But instead you find yourselves a company of four. As your senses adjust to the dappled lighting and magic flowing through your new surroundings, how do you each appear to the new faces that see you?
[individual backstories coming soon]
These words are smaller than the other ones.
(Ooc awesome opening!)
(WOW! Agreed, great opening. Thank you!)
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(Great opening! Thank you again for helping our characters take life!)
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(to the DM and other players - Do we want to go with a fresh reboot per the current post #2 or should we just take it up where we left off and just have the tower dissolve away and we find our selves pulled to where post #2 begins (kind of like a roller-coaster that pauses for a moment, and then continues as we did at the bottom of the hole and would then be thrust into this new point.
I'm good either way)
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(Hmmm... I kind of think it would be simpler if we start fresh and blank slate everything)
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(Either fine!)
(Looks like we're starting fresh, so I can go ahead and begin by describing my character).
Akkron emerges from the portal between the worlds and shakes some dust off his gray robes. The ancient corpse takes a moment to let his senses, both mundane and paranormal, adjust to this place that he has found himself in. He still isn't sure what great threat the multiverse is facing, but his research has told him that whatever has happened, or is about to happen, this place is the epicenter.
The being that you see is fairly tall, though not exceptionally so. Much of his body has been reduced to dusty bones by the passage of time, with a bit of inky darkness wafting away from him in the form of a supernatural mist. All of you immediately know what you're looking at when you see him. It is a lich.
His gaze slowly pans around the room, and it takes him a moment to realize he isn't alone. When he does, the lich lets out a sigh.
"I was not expecting to find any others in this place," he says tiredly. "Before any of you decide to throw fireballs at me or call upon divine magic to smite me, my name is Akkron and mean to cause no harm... in fact, I am here because I have reason to believe that a calamity is to come... or perhaps has already started... and I felt it was my duty to intervene before things get out of hand."
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From the darkness and the dream and into the nightmare Dabbert stepped. There was something foreign, alien about what was happening, about those around him, and yet so familiar. The warrior was well built, but not too much so. Old in his youth. Well armored and well equipped. His hair probably hadn't seen a blade in a couple of months, though the shadow of coarse fuzz on his face had been cut more recently; it was only long enough to show off the first signs of graying. He had his halberd in one hand, though he looked hesitant to brandish it as his eyes, and his mind, adjusted to his new reality. One moment there was empty space, and the next he seemed to emerge from a gap in the air itself.
The armor that can be glimpsed from beneath his cloak is a dingy bronze, partially from wear, partially to make it blend with his surroundings. A skull emblazons the front of it with a crack down the middle. A hole just above his heart that shows all the signs of a piercing attack has the words 'born again' stenciled around it.
He takes a moment to gauge what is around him. To look at the Tabaxi. The undead corpse. The shieldmaiden of faith.
His dreams. He remembers his dreams. And he looks at the zombie as it begins to speak and assure them all it means no harm. He holds his place, unwilling to start a fight that he doesn't understand.
"Calamity..." He whispers, digesting the word. "I've dreamed of this calamity. And I've prepared for it. But I still don't understand it."
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[Thanks for starting fresh.]
At the mention of “calamity” a cold chill runs through the desiccated chapel. Wood and iron creak around you as memories from your individual journeys become clear.
*If you could each make a Perception and Religion check, (dc20)*
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Dabbert Perception and Religion Checks-
Perception- 27
Passive Perception- 19
Religion- 17
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Perception: 23
Religion: 13
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(Looks like we're pretty perceptive... but apparently we need to go to church more often lol)
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The Tabaxi, looks about at the new environment he finds himself in. He breaths smoothly, centering himself as he takes in the new sites, smells and sounds. Ears twisting to and fro. He turns to the others and says "Well, at least I.." pausing, "We, are not alone in facing this. My name is Slip Surefoot, a proud... a Cat person, studied in the way of the Open Hand. What are our next steps?"
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Perception: 16
Religion: 9
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As the sudden wind subsides, you all notice that the sounds of settling architecture momentarily continues from inside. Dirt crunches, floorboards creak, and for a split second you see the hem of a cloak disappear down a hole in the rotting floor.
These words are smaller than the other ones.
Slip looks to the others and then moves over to the hole to cautiously have a peek
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(Looks like Lorlin is our only remaining hope of getting a good Religion check...)
Akkron approaches the hole as well.
"It looks like someone isn't eager to meet us," the lich say suspiciously, then adds with a chuckle. "Though in fairness, I can't say I necessarily blame anyone who decides to make themselves scarce when four people appear out of nowhere, three of whom look like they're ready for a fight and one of whom is a lich..."
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Dabbert, not sure of what is happening but not wanting to wait for surprises, follows Catman and Grave Robber to the edge of the hole and looks in.
"Someone uh...got something we can drop in? I've got a torch in my bag." He says as he starts digging. "Name's Dabbert, by the way. Dabbert Hahft. Guess I shoulda uh...said that sooner."
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