D&D Act Two Scene II - Well met in Clayton

OldGoat

Digital Solitude wrote: »

"What can you see?"

"**** all at the moment. Don't crowd me, I may be running back anytime soon."

Fourier

The trio see the Nerosian appear out of thin air behind some kind of living gem or rock. He smashes through the creatures legs. As the rock reassembles, Goodie blasts the pieces away from each other with an arrow that also blows open the beasts torso.

It swings aimlessly as Khalem steps over and shatters it with his twin axes.

"Thanks boys, couldn't have done it without you. At last that witch is mine"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"A poker? Dont you have something more dramatic? This damned town!"
She whistles for Aria.
"If you don't fancy waiting the 30 years, would you mind rubbing your neck against my mouth?"

She jabs the poker into Othegre's back, but to no avail.

"Here maybe"

The armour holds.

"How do you get into this thing?......Wait, do you never get out?"

Fourier

Khalem looks at the elemental's corpse.

"A solid gem, worth 30,000 GP I'd wager".

sKeith

Ekbard checks out the double doors for traps.

Tigger

i check the doors for traps

OldGoat

I move into the room and take cover behind a pile of rubble from where I can see the doors Ekbard is studying. I ready an arrow.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

She jabs the poker into Othegre's back, but to no avail.

"Here maybe"

The armour holds.

"How do you get into this thing?......Wait, do you never get out?"

"Henshin"
The faceplate sniks closed.

"I can get out, but right now I can't do anything, so you'll have to forgive me, I'll show you another time. So, what's the deal? You can't die but you have to go to a tomb if you...uh...pass? That sucks. If it's any consolation I'm sort of stuck in my own between-life-crisis."

"Oh, be a dear and invite me in before my wolf gets here and saves you about three decades of knitting"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Oh, be a dear and invite me in before my wolf gets here and saves you about three decades of knitting"

She looks up to see a wolf bounding toward her.

"Eeehhhh, Welcome to my home my gracious guest!"

Othegre returns to full strength.

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

i check the doors for traps

The doors have poison needles on the handle.

Banjo

"who's a good girl! You are, yes you are!"
Before she leaves she turns back "I'm sorry, I'm going through.. stuff. If you don't fancy a lonely wait, I can still, y'know, make it quick?"

Fourier

"No, I'm good. I've an active social life, don't want to miss next years festivals. So you are?"

sKeith

Ekbard kicks the double doors open.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"No, I'm good. I've an active social life, don't want to miss next years festivals. So you are?"

"Me? I'm dead. And the dead go to the tomb. Is there a secret handshake or ticketing system, or will they just let me in?


Is it nice?"

Fourier

Within the double doors is a cavern, with a forest on its ceiling. Suspended above (rather below) the forest floor is Scarata, a woman in her mid-thirties by the look of it. Eight coloured rivers of magic power flow into her from all around the cavern.

She opens her eyes and drops to the ground.

"Khalem? You have returned to kill me then"

He grits his teeth.
"You escaped me in Zassan witch. All those people, how could you. Others aren't mere tools for you."

She laughs.

"The power I have amassed thanks to my immortality. A few more decades and I will be as strong as the ancient Ursula was. Then I will reconquer the lands of the old empire."

She stands, hands at her sides. Flame in each hand.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Me? I'm dead. And the dead go to the tomb. Is there a secret handshake or ticketing system, or will they just let me in?


Is it nice?"

"Bit boring, but you are 'undead' right. I just don't die. Far more sophisticated."

Tigger

i drink my protectionnfrom fire potion

sKeith

Ekbard runs at and attacks Scarata.

Tigger

i shoot an exploding arrow atvone of her rivers of power

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"Bit boring, but you are 'undead' right. I just don't die. Far more sophisticated."

"Sophisticated? Sounds pretty straight forward to me."
If she's still holding the poker, she walks out. If not she rips her throat out and burns the body, then walks out.

Either way, she'll jog back to the mausoleum and head back to where she wigged out, pick up the torch if still burning, then follow the Carnage to the witch's chamber. Aria will guard the mausoleum

Digital Solitude

Hearing the bang of Ekbard booting the doors open, I run through the lowered slab and into the room with them.

Seeing Scarata in the middle of the room, I draw my staff and rush her.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Sophisticated? Sounds pretty straight forward to me."
If she's still holding the poker, she walks out. If not she rips her throat out and burns the body, then walks out.

Either way, she'll jog back to the mausoleum and head back to where she wigged out, then follow the Carnage to the witch's chamber. Aria will guard the mausoleum

The woman's body burns up in the fire and rises as soot into the air.

As Othegre runs back, she hears her call out.

"Oy, thanks a lot, you know how much I had planned next year? You're a psycho seriously." The woman is running behind her without a scratch.

Othegre continues to Scarata's chamber parting ways with the woman and enters seeing the witch.

OldGoat

I shout at Ekbard:" Death said her magic was linked to the forest. Drink your plant potion. Interrupt the flow!"

I cast Sleep on the Warlock in the hope that even a momentary pause will give Uncle Insane an advantage.

Banjo

"Hi! Sorry, I can see your busy but I came to ask about maybe getting a place here?"

Hold person on witchypoos

OldGoat

I back out of the room and out of sight.

Fourier

Scarata erects a wall of fire tightly around herself. Then slowly it begins to expand throughout the room. Othegre gestures at the Warlock freezing her hands in place. She tries to keep working the spell, but can't, the hand gestures are impossible with paralyzed arms. The wall collapses.

"Nooooo!!!" she screams. "I am Ursula reborn!!!" She opens a gateway beneath her feet and falls out through the ceiling again. "Passed to a plane without magic, ha!" She is able to move once more. Flak attempts to put her to sleep but she shrugs it off. "Not so easy to beat me boy."

Khalem leaps at her, "Easy with these witch", she erects a stone wall in response "Doton!!!" she shouts, his blades shatter the wall, then she gestures and he is teleported onto the ceiling and falls down with a hard crack.

Ekbard flies toward her, but plants descend from the ceiling and wrap around him, crushing his ribcage slowly. She prepares lightening in her hands and grabs Ekbard slowly burning him electrically. The Nerosian doesn't flinch, but stares hard.

"You are all dead, hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" she cackles.

However, a white light glows from Moy, the calming light of Nír. "NO MORE!" booms a divine voice. All magic within the room fails. The rivers of power, now just tree branches. The vines fall from Ekbard and he pulls her hands from his smoking ribcage. The smell of burnt flesh in the air. A single shove sends her to the ground.

She crawls backward..."No, I had a destiny, please please...."

Ekbard walks forward and says....

sKeith

"Your destiny ends here!"

Fourier

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" she bites into her arm, her blood ignites. "Furson's shunning of external volition" she shouts erecting a shield of raw magic about herself as Ekbard brings down his sword, a bubble of protection her last desperate hope.

But a shield, magic or not, is no match for raw Nerosian might. The bubble shatters and Ekbard's sword reduces her face to pulp and bisects her body.

Fourier

Goodie's arrows, suspended within the altered flow of time within the rivers of power, now explode. Goodie himself vanishes, death has reasserted itself, he and BandyLegs are nothing more than smears. Hopefully the Reaper will keep his word.

Scatara's body begins to glow, the decades of magical power from the river are about to be released in an explosion that could take out the whole town.

Flak estimates ten seconds until the blast.

sKeith

"give us more time." ekbard runs out of the mausoleaum avoiding pits and traps he know already about.

Fourier

The fire from the arrows blast now instantly ignites the forest. The power here is much more than that within Scatara's body. No it too will be freed. Flak cannot even guess at the power.

Banjo

"TIME to go!" Othegre shouts, legging it for the way out.

OldGoat

I read from the scroll, freezing time.

Fourier

The entire crypt explodes just as they exit the mausoleum, the blast is greater in power than anything Flak could ever imagine. It lights the sky.

He looks around, the party is frozen in time. Only he moves between the ticks of the clock. The explosion stopped an inch from his face.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab3NscEJ80s

OldGoat

10 seconds is not enough. I continue to read the entire scroll. As I read I place the portalbox on the ground between me and the magic force hoping that the force will head into the temple at the far end. Then I turn and leg it.

Fourier

Flak's mind is crushed under the weight of the computations he is performing in his head, but he sets each note in place at the right pitch. He has this.

OldGoat

Seeing that I now have a few minutes I quickly search the librarium and body of the warlock.

Fourier

Moving through the explosion by swimming, gravity now having no effect, he swims to the center of the blast. Almost all is atomised, save an amulet, which he grabs. Swimming back to the party he has three minutes left.

OldGoat

I snatch the rope from the entrance pit and rope the gang together then I leg it as far and as fast as I can away from the entrance, hauling the time frozen warriors along the ground like sadly deflated helium balloons.

Fourier

Flak feels for the Amulet, he sees three locations fill his mind, a Desert, a Grassland and a city with buildings of some metal. The strain of using the amulet is immense combined with the song, his nose begins to bleed, but he powers through.

The metamathemagical symbols align in his mind, he sings the final crescendo note of the song to restore time without damaging the world and activates the amulet.

He and the gang vanish.

And the continent of Kyrtas is marked with an explosion whose violence has not been seen in a thousand years.

Fourier

The party appear in a desert, next to an old statue and ruined buildings. The night air is pleasant. The night sky seems red far in the distance.

Flak rolls out onto the sand and falls asleep. A hero's work done.

Death, now thirty feet tall appears before Ekbard.

"Choose five, any five you have ever known who have died, no matter how long ago. I will restore them. Merely give me the names. This much you have earned."

sKeith

Ekbard looks at the statue with a contempt.

Banjo

Othegre clears her throat.

"He didn't do it alone you know. I contributed. Con. Trib. Yooted! Don't I at least get a badge or something? This ****ing team...."

She stalks off to look at the statue, calling for her doggie who was definitely at the entrance where the roping was done.

sKeith

ooc: the current party in the desert is Othegre, Ekbard, Moy, Flak, Kal .

OldGoat

OOC: I'm a Naturey kind of character, I would have looped the rope over the dog. But I'm a Neutral character so I only do it just to have you Graciously allow me to pet it.

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

The party appear in a desert, next to an old statue and ruined buildings. The night air is pleasant. The night sky seems red far in the distance.

Flak rolls out onto the sand and falls asleep. A hero's work done.

Death, now thirty feet tall appears before Ekbard.

"Choose five, any five you have ever known who have died, no matter how long ago. I will restore them. Merely give me the names. This much you have earned."

"Oh, hi there Death. .. anyone who i have ever know, no matter how long ago... ahh deary.. that really throws a dagger in the works..."
Ekbard paces back and forward in deep thought.

Several minutes later Ekbard shakes himself out of his daydream of flying on the back of the dragvil.

"You're one for changing deals after the deal has been agreed on, aren't you. I'd spend my whole life pondering that little doozie you gave me, but i don't care much for pondering, I just want my friends from the foundry back.

There was Goodie, i think he was Ilberic Goodenuff, then there was Bandyleg McGillicuddy, then there was Ash his personal limbsmith, and the adventourous dwarf mud, kildunli mudshoulder, and Barikhek the dwarf who goodie beat up in the tavern fight.

There five for you, If its possible to restore the limbs of the robodwarf , bandy, during the process, can you do that, and if he doesn't want them restored, i'll gladly chop them off again for him."

Ekbard smiles, chuffed at his decision, he then turn and begins smashing the statue.

Fourier

Death regards EKbard for a moment.

"A simple task"

He gestures at the ground and all five appear clothed in simple shawls asleep on the desert sand. BandyLegs once more has his limbs back as they were before Thurmunton, though Goodie is surprisingly still young and giant (for a halfling). Kidunli wakes first, his warhammer in his hands.

"Thank you Nerosian, I fear I had passed, you have rescued me in some way." He looks around clearly not seeing Death.

"The deserts north of Zassan?"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"He didn't do it alone you know. I contributed. Con. Trib. Yooted! Don't I at least get a badge or something? This ****ing team...."

"You get a warning. Know what truly matters to you before Dwacatra"

He turns back to Ekbard.

"We will meet again at the end."

He blows away like sand in the desert wind.

In the distance a caravan can be seen, three miles away.

Tigger

Thanks Death
glad we could be of assistance

OldGoat

/Snores quietly