You are in a dark room with a glowing circle on the floor. Runes fill the circle, glowing light blue. You see four other people in the room, this was the place you were told to g to accept the mission. The room is run down, filled with rubble. (Say what you are doing in the room, then it will start.
Zinna was the first to arrive, and has been checking her equipment, sharpening her weapons while they wait. She’s dressed in plate armor with the helm off for now. The gills, aqua skin, and deep blue hair put in a braid show her to be a Triton, while the enormous glaive she is sharpening show her to be an accomplished warrior.
As Petrichor stepped into the room--her naval uniform and armor on full display as well as her blue skin and strange black eyes that seemed to be shot through with blue swirls--she leaned slightly on her wooden staff. She seemed ever so slightly unsteady on her feet as she peered around the destroyed room. Spotting the triton, she gave a perfunctory nod, "Hi. Major Petrichor. I assume you're here for the same reason I am?" Not bothering to wait for an answer, she stepped closer to the runes. She thought briefly of putting on her helm to translate the runes, but she knew she would have to touch the symbols in order for it to work and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that. A healthy respect for foreign magic had been beaten into her at a young age.
Next an pale nearly grey skinned elf with silver hair and an athletic build enters. A large tattoo is stretching from his left hand up his arm and covering the left part of his neck and face. It looks like black feathers scattered in the wind and merged with his skin. He bows his head slightly in greeting: „Ah, it looks like i am at the right spot. My name is Runwial, it is nice to meet you.“
A fair skinned medium build human with deep blue eyes and curly blond hair enters the room a few moments after the elf. He wears a dark blue chain mail that has seen some battle, a pair of elegant scimitars dangle from the scabbards attached to a dark blue belt. An old, but well kept lyre is strapped on the back of his bright red cloak. He quickly glances around the room "I see, that I am not the first to arrive. I am called Gildas, a pleasure to meet you all." Gildas makes a solemn bow towards the rest of the party. "This place is a bit too dark, don't you think?", without waiting for a reply, Gildas takes from his pouch a silver coin murmuring some words (Light) causing the coin to shed a bright light. The bard smiles and throws the coin in the air chanting a little rhyme (Mage Hand). A spectral hand catches the coin and moves above Gildas's head. "Better, now, better indeed."
Zinna’s face seems to flicker in the shadows cast by the light cast from the coin, the image of a skeletal face appearing in the dark before she clenches her fist and the image could have been a trick of the light. “Need to settle a debt, and this is the best way to do it.”
"To make a name for myself." replies Gildas with a smile while walking towards the circle of runes. "And to tempt the fate". The light of the coin briefly illuminates a rose pendant with the symbol of Tymora hanging from Gildas's neck."
Suddenly, an 3d image appears of a tiefling wizard in red robes. "Hello, I am Syranna." The image is starts pacing, "If you are here you are ready to head into the doomvault! Now be wary in here, Szass has packed his lair full of monsters and warriors." The circle starts glowing brighter. "Ok when everyone gets on I will teleport you into the dungeon. Who's ready!"
Petrichor steps into the circle, helm on, mind whirling. Who knows what situation they are about to teleport into? She steadies herself with her staff and readies her mind for a potential fight incoming.
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The circle glows more and more as each of you step on, when the last of you stepped on, you see a sudden flash of light. When the light dies down. You are somewhere else. Trees crowd the walls of this turfed cavern. Trees fill this grassy 40 by 40 foot room, with a natural exit that opens into a bigger area, but also inside this room is two creatures, a wight and a helmed horror. Roll Initiative:
You are in a dark room with a glowing circle on the floor. Runes fill the circle, glowing light blue. You see four other people in the room, this was the place you were told to g to accept the mission. The room is run down, filled with rubble. (Say what you are doing in the room, then it will start.
Zinna was the first to arrive, and has been checking her equipment, sharpening her weapons while they wait. She’s dressed in plate armor with the helm off for now. The gills, aqua skin, and deep blue hair put in a braid show her to be a Triton, while the enormous glaive she is sharpening show her to be an accomplished warrior.
As Petrichor stepped into the room--her naval uniform and armor on full display as well as her blue skin and strange black eyes that seemed to be shot through with blue swirls--she leaned slightly on her wooden staff. She seemed ever so slightly unsteady on her feet as she peered around the destroyed room. Spotting the triton, she gave a perfunctory nod, "Hi. Major Petrichor. I assume you're here for the same reason I am?" Not bothering to wait for an answer, she stepped closer to the runes. She thought briefly of putting on her helm to translate the runes, but she knew she would have to touch the symbols in order for it to work and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that. A healthy respect for foreign magic had been beaten into her at a young age.
Stormdevil | Gnome Druid/Circle of the Stars | 4
Nur | Changeling Rogue/Soulknife | 5
Next an pale nearly grey skinned elf with silver hair and an athletic build enters. A large tattoo is stretching from his left hand up his arm and covering the left part of his neck and face. It looks like black feathers scattered in the wind and merged with his skin. He bows his head slightly in greeting:
„Ah, it looks like i am at the right spot. My name is Runwial, it is nice to meet you.“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]A fair skinned medium build human with deep blue eyes and curly blond hair enters the room a few moments after the elf.
He wears a dark blue chain mail that has seen some battle, a pair of elegant scimitars dangle from the scabbards attached to a dark blue belt. An old, but well kept lyre is strapped on the back of his bright red cloak.
He quickly glances around the room "I see, that I am not the first to arrive. I am called Gildas, a pleasure to meet you all." Gildas makes a solemn bow towards the rest of the party.
"This place is a bit too dark, don't you think?", without waiting for a reply, Gildas takes from his pouch a silver coin murmuring some words (Light) causing the coin to shed a bright light. The bard smiles and throws the coin in the air chanting a little rhyme (Mage Hand). A spectral hand catches the coin and moves above Gildas's head. "Better, now, better indeed."
((Just curious if we're waiting for 5th player? They never did reply to that group PM.))
Stormdevil | Gnome Druid/Circle of the Stars | 4
Nur | Changeling Rogue/Soulknife | 5
Runwial studies the magic circle while waiting: „How did you end up here if i may ask?“, he asks no one in particular.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]"When the fleet admiral tells you to report to shore for assignment, you go," Petrichor said absentmindedly, still studying the runes.
Stormdevil | Gnome Druid/Circle of the Stars | 4
Nur | Changeling Rogue/Soulknife | 5
Zinna’s face seems to flicker in the shadows cast by the light cast from the coin, the image of a skeletal face appearing in the dark before she clenches her fist and the image could have been a trick of the light.
“Need to settle a debt, and this is the best way to do it.”
"To make a name for myself." replies Gildas with a smile while walking towards the circle of runes. "And to tempt the fate".
The light of the coin briefly illuminates a rose pendant with the symbol of Tymora hanging from Gildas's neck."
Suddenly, an 3d image appears of a tiefling wizard in red robes. "Hello, I am Syranna." The image is starts pacing, "If you are here you are ready to head into the doomvault! Now be wary in here, Szass has packed his lair full of monsters and warriors." The circle starts glowing brighter. "Ok when everyone gets on I will teleport you into the dungeon. Who's ready!"
„How will we be able to return?“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]"After the phylactery has been destroyed Szass will lose enough power that I could teleport you out."
“All or nothing huh? Fine with me.”
Zinna finishes off the blade she was working on and puts on her helm, before walking to the circle and planting the butt of her glaive on the ground.
Runwial will step into the circle.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Petrichor steps into the circle, helm on, mind whirling. Who knows what situation they are about to teleport into? She steadies herself with her staff and readies her mind for a potential fight incoming.
Stormdevil | Gnome Druid/Circle of the Stars | 4
Nur | Changeling Rogue/Soulknife | 5
Gildas, unsheathes one of his scimitars and smiling steps into the circle "Let's do this."
The circle glows more and more as each of you step on, when the last of you stepped on, you see a sudden flash of light. When the light dies down. You are somewhere else. Trees crowd the walls of this turfed cavern. Trees fill this grassy 40 by 40 foot room, with a natural exit that opens into a bigger area, but also inside this room is two creatures, a wight and a helmed horror. Roll Initiative:
Helmed Horror: 18
Wight: 12
I used the attack roll instead of just a normal dice for the helmed horror.
19
Stormdevil | Gnome Druid/Circle of the Stars | 4
Nur | Changeling Rogue/Soulknife | 5