D&D Act One Scene II - Temple District

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

OOC: What time is it Fourier?

OOC: It's about 2pm.

Necro

OOC: Fourier, I'm at work so don't have access to the rules. Can I check each individual passage for traps? I know I can only check an area once to the best of my knowledge. Will be home around 7pm Edit: Never mind, sKeith posted the rules into the other thread.

Bandylegs checks the centre passage for traps as he cautiously enters it.

Fourier

Dwarven Afterlife:
The central passage is lined with dwarven statues with large hammers, standing at the entrance to the passage BandyLegs spots no traps.

OOC: You got a 5 on the trap check, so if there is a trap, you wouldn't spot it.
Also, guys in the shadow, I'm getting to you and everybody else. I had to check a few facts about the Shadow first.

Necro

Bandylegs continues up the passage way carefully, paying close attention to the statues and trying to steer clear of them.

'Vergadain, give me strength so that I can repent!'

He moves towards the end of the passage, praying feverishly.

Fourier

Dwarven Afterlife:

Near the end of the passage one of the statues lunges forth at Bandylegs, smashing his mighty warhammer into the ground. Luckily Bandylegs had noticed the statue's first twitches and dodged in time.

He reaches the central chamber, an old dwarven long table spread with milk, honey and cheese and an old fishing rod, for mine shaft fishing, about 40 ft in length.

OOC: The statues were a trap. Due to keeping an eye on them you got -4 for the DEX check to avoid the statue's hammer. Result was 12, with the -4 then it was under your DEX of 10, so a success.

Necro

Bandylegs eyes up the food.

'It's been hours since I've eaten. But I trust nothing in this forsaken place.'

Bandylegs grabs the fishing pole and makes haste back down the passageway, carefully avoiding the trick statue on the way.

He comes back to the three entrances and looks nervously at the right passageway.

'Ah, I may as well look in here, might find something.'

He peers into the right hand passage and looks around.

OOC: I presume as I'm dead the usual having to eat rules don't apply? If not, can I use rations from my supplies or have they not travelled with me to the afterlife :P

Fourier

Shadow Plane:

Mollyb60 wrote: »

Elin looks to Saeros and Alexander. "I guess we should go with him?"

To the creature: "have you a name?"

"You could not pronounce it, it is a name of wind and smoke. Call me....Wispy, for now."

"Ahh bugger, another floating creature." I loosen my short sword in it scabbard and wipe the sweat from my spearchucking hand.

Alexander: Careful. That's how we got here. Whatever this thing is, wherever we've been sent, I trust very little. But for now, more violence can only beget violence.

"I understand your hesitance, this is a foreign place, your kind once walked this realm freely elf. It is pleasing to see another of your fair race."

I look closely around the area, checking for hidden areas and feeling a bit queasy at the sight of the rippling ceiling.

There is a room in Askit's mansion on the ground floor, left hand side, that didn't exist in the material realm.

The mansion doors are open and you can see out into the streets of the temple district. Thousands of ghosts and a few of Wispy's kind drift through the streets.

Fourier

Askit's Study:

robyntmorton wrote: »

“It did eventually, though had it reached me sooner things might have turned out differently.

My journey from the other country has been a long one, and three moons have passed. It seems your plight is more dire than I believed. I am surely needed here.”

"Indeed you are. This group's current warrior is an impulsive lunatic and the previous one perhaps had more self-preservation in him than most adventurers. They need a warrior who's the right combination of fool-hardy and level-headed.

Regardless, thank you for undertaking the journey, for you see..."

Askit explains the Tower and the party's mission there.

"...all for the good of Soetrard of course."

Fourier

Dwarven afterlife:

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: I presume as I'm dead the usual having to eat rules don't apply? If not, can I use rations from my supplies or have they not travelled with me to the afterlife :P

OOC: Yeah, no hunger in the afterlife.

The right passage is made of a smooth limestone, relatively featureless save a small pool of green liquid in the center of the floor halfway down.

OOC: Failed trap roll.

Digital Solitude

"Askit could you expand on the tower abit?

How long is the journey, and what should we expect to find? Worse yet, what may we face?"

robyntmorton

Xanthea listens intently to Askit's tidings, nodding occasionally.

"It is fortunate for you, that in this case, what is good for my people, and good for me, is good for Soetrard too. I do believe you have a slightly less impulsive, slightly fool-hardy swordmaiden."

Necro

Bandylegs stands at the entrance to the passage way and eyes up the green pool. He looks at his new item, the fishing pole.

'Yeah, I'm not trying that.'

He shuffles around and heads back down the left passage, taking care to avoid the loose cobbles.

Bandylegs walks out towards the chasm with the pole. He examines the bridge on the far side.

Fourier

Askit Study:

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"Askit could you expand on the tower abit?

How long is the journey, and what should we expect to find? Worse yet, what may we face?"

"The tower is five levels high, or so I am told. The blood seems to be on the third floor...again so my prophetic visions tell me.

As for what to find. The owner was a wizard of the ancient world, I would expect magic of course, but also lethal traps, most likely instantaneous death. Wizards guarded their secrets closely in those days.

The journey I expect will be 11 days in total, if taken directly. Several beasts of course live in the forests and mountains. As for what you might face, I only know there is great danger on the fifth floor."

Fourier

Dwarven afterlife:

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs stands at the entrance to the passage way and eyes up the green pool. He looks at his new item, the fishing pole.

'Yeah, I'm not trying that.'

He shuffles around and heads back down the left passage, taking care to avoid the loose cobbles.

Bandylegs walks out towards the chasm with the pole. He examines the bridge on the far side.

The bridge contains a small hook at its top in the style of the hill dwarfs, the steps are wooden strewn across hemp rope.

Necro

Bandylegs spies the hook. He looks at the pole and shrugs.

'This seems like the only option. Lest I try and pole vault the chasm! If only someone was here to assist me at this time, I might even consent to being tossed.'

Bandylegs extends the pole out across the chasm, aiming to hook the bridge.

OOC: I presume I'll have to roll to be successful :P

Fourier

Dwarven afterlife:

OOC: Funnily enough not. You've all the time in the world to get it right, you would under pressure.

The pole fits the bridges hook and brings it down to Bandylegs's side with after a short tug.

robyntmorton

Xanthea feels something in the darkest recesses of her mind. A feeling of wanting to throw... no... toss something. She unconsciously jerks her hands, hoping it has an effect, and yet hoping nobody notices...

OOC: Best I can do :P

Necro

Bandylegs feel a sudden surge of being thrown but only moves a few inches.

'Aye, tossing may not be the best option.'

He examines the bridge carefully before tentatively taking a step onto it.

OOC: Might as well check it out.

Fourier

Dwarven Afterlife:
Bridge seems stable enough, the hemp rope is wound tight enough and the steps are solidly woven in. No traps to speak of.

OOC: Failed trap roll. This is the last trap roll I'll reveal.

Necro

Bandylegs takes a deep breath and slowly begins to edge his way across the bridge, watching for any frays in the rope or any loose boards.

'Vergadain, you have been my guide and light throughout. I have faith you will see me across.

Fourier

Dwarven Afterlife:
Luckily the bridge is stable and Bandylegs makes it across. The shack isn't lit up and its wooden door is currently closed.

Necro

Bandylegs walks all around the shack, examining it thoroughly.

'Normally I'd barge right in but something or someone is telling me to be cautious. Ah blast it. I'll never learn!'

Bandylegs draws his axe and attempts to kick the door open.

Fourier

Dwarven Afterlife:

An Ettin sits in the shack picking its nose, it responds in the orcish tongue.

"A bloomin' dwarf after five centuries a' been ere on ma own. Wa yaz lookin fer?"

Fourier

Askit mansion lower level

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard awakens.
He gets up, yawns and stretches.
He walks over to Bandylegs whom is deep in thought but very much alive, "Glad to see you are breathing again little man."
He says to the rest of the party who have not fled or been vanquished to another plane "Any of you find the kitchen yet? I'm peckish."
But without waiting for an answer he exits the study and ventures down the stairs.

There is currently a contingent of ten guards downstairs discussing an attack on the Clerics life, they pay Ekbard only cursory heed. A door lies on either side of the stairs, behind the stairs there is a third door to the gardens.

Necro

Bandylegs jumps back in shock.

'You. You're supposed to be dead! I have come for my ancestors shirt! What the hell are you saying? I don't speak that tongue!'

He pauses and thinks for a moment. Then in the kobold language he tries to communicate:

'Can you understand me now?'

sKeith

Ekbard, addressing no guards in particular, walks very slowly in the direction of the left door, and points in the direction of the right door and has a slight throat clearing moment "ahem", and exclaims "Kitchen??", eagerly seeking any signs of any non vocal cues from any of the guards.

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

Goodie looks around, where am i at the monent and where amhave all these crazy fools gone

Goodie finds himself at the base of the stairs, he sees Ekbard approach.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard, addressing no guards in particular, walks very slowly in the direction of the left door, and points in the direction of the right door and has a slight throat clearing moment "ahem", and exclaims "Kitchen??", eagerly seeking any signs of any non vocal cues from any of the guards.

"Door on the right lad, good luck eating the crap Askit eats though"

The guards continue their conversation, seemingly undisturbed by Ekbard's presence.

sKeith

Ekbard does a quick turnabout and enters the door on the right.

robyntmorton

Xanthea, weary from her travels, and waiting for the motley crew to reassemble, finds a quiet corner of the study. Forgoing bedding, which she considers too much of a luxury, she lies back against the wall, letting her eyes close, yet remaining just alert enough to wrap her fingers around her dagger, a habit forged in the wilderness, where sleep was known to be rudely interrupted.

Necro

robyntmorton wrote:

Xanthea, weary from her travels, and waiting for the motley crew to reassemble, finds a quiet corner of the study. Forgoing bedding, which she considers too much of a luxury, she lies back against the wall, letting her eyes close, yet remaining just alert enough to wrap her fingers around her dagger, a habit forged in the wilderness, where sleep was known to be rudely interrupted.

In the centre of the floor Bandylegs is still deep in thought. He lets out a loud bellow as if in pain. And then is quiet again.

Fourier

Askit kitchen:

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard does a quick turnabout and enters the door on the right.

Ekbard finds himself in less a kitchen than a laboratory. Vials and funnels and tubes work their way around what used to be a standard nobleman's kitchen.

Fires of multiple colours erupt from the stoves in intermittent bursts and what seem to be little devils, smaller versions of Xestes, sit motionless in glass beakers.

On the table at the end of the room two vails sit with labels in the common tongue:

"Elixir of calamitous expungence"
"Concoction of peristaltic shifting"

sKeith

Ekbard looks for other exits to the kitchen.

Fourier

Askit study:

robyntmorton wrote: »

Xanthea, weary from her travels, and waiting for the motley crew to reassemble, finds a quiet corner of the study. Forgoing bedding, which she considers too much of a luxury, she lies back against the wall, letting her eyes close, yet remaining just alert enough to wrap her fingers around her dagger, a habit forged in the wilderness, where sleep was known to be rudely interrupted.

Askit approaches her.

"My dear Xanthea, maiden of the desert sands, blade of Qwartim, would it be possible for you to assemble this band of indolent savages, so that they may make haste to the tower. With the exception of my fellow Cleric..." he gestures at Moy "...they are difficult to control and prone to death I think.

The Medium, the Elf and the Thief are possessed of a clear mind, but they are...well, lost. For only a while I hope. The mission requires them I fear. Gather the others in the hope they return."

Fourier

Askit kitchen:

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard looks for other exits to the kitchen.

A door to the basement lies concealed behind the pantry.

sKeith

Ekbard examines the contents of the pantry.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs jumps back in shock.

'You. You're supposed to be dead! I have come for my ancestors shirt! What the hell are you saying? I don't speak that tongue!'

He pauses and thinks for a moment. Then in the kobold language he tries to communicate:

'Can you understand me now?'

"I cud understand ye before az well. All can understand eachother in the afterlife, itz a metaphor for the commonality of all peoples innit.

And yeah I wuz decapitated but I haz two heads and like itz the afterlife. We Ettin's have one too, overlaps with ye dwarfs one maybe"

He stands now...

"I'm over me dwarf hatin' ways, can I help yiz?"

robyntmorton

Fourier wrote: »

Askit study:


Askit approaches her.

"My dear Xanthea, maiden of the desert sands, blade of Qwartim, would it be possible for you to assemble this band of indolent savages, so that they may make haste to the tower. With the exception of my fellow Cleric..." he gestures at Moy "...they are difficult to control and prone to death I think.

The Medium, the Elf and the Thief are possessed of a clear mind, but they are...well, lost. For only a while I hope. The mission requires them I fear. Gather the others in the hope they return."

Alas, it appears I have miles to go before I sleep yet.

The dwarf is accounted for, though he looks to be troubled in his sleep, and is not likely to move from here before I return.

I must locate your hot headed warrior, whom muttered something about food earlier. The pantries may be a good start for him.

The halfling? I haven't caught wind of him since my arrival. He could take some finding.

Still, if I can round up one first, that is a good start. Pray tell, Askit, where are the food stores?

Fourier

Askit kitchen:

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard examines the contents of the pantry.

A lot of lizards and reptiles in general, even slices of python. Arranged on plates in slices, clearly for meals.

Fourier

robyntmorton wrote: »

Still, if I can round up one first, that is a good start. Pray tell, Askit, where are the food stores?

A murmur comes from under his hood and then "Downstairs, my dear on the right."

sKeith

Ekbard takes two plates of the food slices and proceeds out of the kitchen back the way he came.

robyntmorton

Xanthea sets off to find the rest of the group, heading for the kitchen as a good starting point to find the hungry Ekbard. Pushing through the door, she almost sends two plates of... something... flying, that was being carried by the warrior.

"Ekbard, my good man. I hope you have found adequate sustenance. That looks *wrinkles nose* appetising. Now, let us gather back upstairs in the study. Askit is a kind man, but it is not wise to go wandering around the mansion. There have been tales that have reached my people of happenings. I can't say they're true, but you can never be too sure."

sKeith

"Hail big warrior woman, what name do you go by? I'm on my way back to the study now, carry one of these plates for me and let us nourise ourselves while we listen to this Askin' lad. You'd swear he has never entertained guests before."

robyntmorton

Hail and well met master warrior! I am Xanthea, Princess of Warrior Ancestors (and not to be confused with Warrior Princesses of a similar name - I'm an original creation like Ricky Rouse or Monald Muck).

You're right, Askit is not used to the entertaining of us mere mortals. Always think he is too much of a big picture kinda guy to notice the small details like feeding guests.

Say, you haven't seen a halfling about, have you. You know the type. Small, could get lost in a cupboard. *Calls out the name "'Arry"*

sKeith

"No, but I just seen the little fellow, goodenough, hanging around the mansions foyer. "

sKeith

Ekbard swiftly returns to the study and places the plate stacked high with delicious food stuff onto the small desk. "dig in folks"
He sits back down in the armchair and enjoys some pyton slices washed down with mulled wine whilst waiting for the gang to reassemble.

robyntmorton

Xanthea sighs: "It can be a full time task to keep track of these little folk, but sure, if I can round one up I'll be happy"

Xanthea approaches the halfling...

"My dear halfling, come to the study! There is nourishment being brought up and I believe there is a barrel of wine there too. I would be honoured to hear he tale of how you end up in the house of Askit."

Necro

Bandylegs looks at the creature oddly.

'If that's the case, I came for me ancestors shirt. You wouldn't happen to have seen it? I was told it would be here. Why are you out here all alone anyways?'

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

Shadow Plane:...
There is a room in Askit's mansion on the ground floor, left hand side, that didn't exist in the material realm.

Looking at my situation I realise that I am the tank of the party and that can't be good. There is no fighting solution out of this situation.

I quietly speak with Elin. Did you notice yon room? I'd be interested in knowing what's in there if you manage to get a sneaky peek.


Turning to Whispy I bow ever so slightly in acknowledgement of the creatures diplomacy and speak with him.

I may not have given my full attention to our Elvin history lessons, I was always too easily distracted betting on the footraces and so I ask you to forgive me if my poor education causes offence.
I, we, have many questions. What are you? And how do we get back to our own plane? Do you know of the Devil who sent us here and of it's plans? Is the hooded cleric Askit of your race perchance?

Mollyb60

Elin nods at Saeros and quietly slips away while Wispy is distracted by questions. She heads over to check out the new room on the left hand side.

[OOC: do I need to roll to slip away from the party?]