D&D II Act One Scene V - The Valley

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash heads towards the West exit in the room.

As he enters he sees Sarric slip out the South door. The sound of the door closing sets off the three beasts, who turn and rush him.

OOC: Init

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Retula takes a look at the east exit.
"Anybody see which way the monk went? I was busy not headsploding"

Ooc : would we have heard Mags? Or is he an hour ahead of us now?

OOC: Mags is an hour ahead

She enters a completely empty square chamber with no other exits.

A red line marks the perimeter of the room, about four feet thick. The rest of the floor is steel. She currently stands on the red line.

Necro

*Er... Rettie... might need a hand here*

Evade

If Iuric was in earshot he moves to help Vrakrash

EDIT: I just saw the telepathy quotes

Banjo

Retula runs to the aid of her mindbuddy

Fourier

The dog like beasts rush Vrakrash, biting at his leg.

They get a few nips in, but Vrakash wallops them hard with the flat of his weapons, pusing them back, before making gestures with his fingers, activating the magic locked in his brain and letting out a magically enhanced roar. The air pressure pops their eyeballs and they drop dead.

The last dog runs to the corner and whimpers.

Fourier

Ser Boros and Karinth enter. Karinth calls loudly.

"Where is the witch, I was wondering if this muscular bird of hers may be mounted..."

He sees the dead dog beasts.

"Hardly a challenge Vrakrash"

Banjo

Retula points her wand of genetic extraction at one of the corpses. If it doesn't work....heeeeere boy! Who's a good boy! (Zzzap!)

Necro

Vrakrash sheathes his weapons again.

'Nah. You can have the last guy there for your transmogrifying, or whatever you call it.'

He points to the corner.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Retula points her wand of genetic extraction at one of the corpses. If it doesn't work....heeeeere boy! Who's a good boy! (Zzzap!)

Some of the dog's blood rises out through its mouth and into Retula's wand. The beast cries on the ground.

"By the Nine!" Ser Boros exclaims, disgusted at the sight.

Karinth observes her closely and leans into Vrakrash.

"This Retula is surrounded by animals, is more powerful than she looks, erratic and wields vivimancy..."

He narrows his eyes, watching her with worry.

Fourier

From the western corridor in the room he stands, Iuric hears a loud stampede of some sort.

From where Sarric is standing, he sees several spidermen crawling North along the walls, ceiling and floor of the Southern Passage.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Ser Boros and Karinth enter. Karinth calls loudly.

"Where is the witch, I was wondering if this muscular bird of hers may be mounted..."

"Bitch, please! You lay a finger on my heavily muscled bird I'll have him **** you back to life so I can kill you twice."

Kakraaaw!

"Sorry, her. Ok it's less of a threat now. Thanks. Just buy him a bottle of wine while you're at it next time?"

Jack Moore

I examine the skull.

Fourier

Jack Moore wrote: »

I examine the skull.

The eyes glow dimly. Given the fine crystal construction Jeremy guesses a worth of around 80GP.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Karinth observes her closely and leans into Vrakrash.

"This Retula is surrounded by animals, is more powerful than she looks, erratic and wields vivimancy..."

He narrows his eyes, watching her with worry.

Vrakrash whispers back:

'You're probably right, she'd kill us all where she stands for her Queen, but all of those things you mention also make her a powerful ally. Safer she's on our side rather than against us, would you not say?'

Banjo

**I can read your mind numbskull. Hey! Brain's up here!**

Necro

**I said nothing insulting. Merely trying to assuade the vampire from seeing you as a problem, and vice versa probably given your... Queen**

sKeith

Sarric keeps a close watch on the spidermen
OOC: numbers

Banjo

**you hesitate to call her Queen. That's ok. Worshipping her is like necrophelia. No matter how distasteful you might find it in life, once your dead your acquiescence is sorta implied. When she calls him, he goes, like any of us. Might be by my hand, might be falling into a lava pit, might be some fool can't resist a button and... You know how it goes.**

Necro

**Gotcha, she ain't my Queen yet anyways, aim to keep it that way**

Vrakrash heads for the door he saw Sarric go through.

Banjo

Retula heads back to the skull room (assuming that stampede noise was us and that's where iuric is) and drags one of the headless bodies into the redline room, throwing it into the middle with Hetyaro's help

Evade

Iuric, with that pebble finally out of his boot, runs to find the rest of the group.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Sarric keeps a close watch on the spidermen
OOC: numbers

As they begin to close on him, he makes out about eighteen in total.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric, with that pebble finally out of his boot, runs to find the rest of the group.

Iuric runs into the room with the slain hounds. Ser Boros turns.

"Ah, Iuric, well met"

sKeith

"Hello spidermen, thats far enough now without letting me know your intent."

Evade

"Well, met" Iuric looks at the hounds "It seems I missed a good fight."

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Hello spidermen, thats far enough now without letting me know your intent."

When he speaks they become enraged and begin to move faster. A few drop from the ceiling to the ground and run on what remains of their humanoid legs.

Necro

Vrakrash enters the door Sarric went through.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

"Well, met" Iuric looks at the hounds "It seems I missed a good fight."

Ser Boros nods.

"Worry not Iuric, it was unpleasant to watch its end"

Karinth laughs.

"I perform vivimancy as well Ser Boros, you'll have to get use to it"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash enters the door Sarric went through.

He sees the spidermen rushing toward Sarric up the Southern corridor.

Necro

Vrakrash launches a Firebolt at the spidermen.

sKeith

Sarric shouts at the top of his voice in infernal. "Don't just ignore me and continue approaching me, that makes me jittery and likely to shoot at you. Not too long ago, a spider folk thanked me for saving all his children, you wont even communicate with me"

Fourier

Everybody hears the explosion outside as a firebolt detonates.

OOC: Everybody init

Fourier

The spidermen descend on Sarric and Vrakrash, some jump to the ceiling as others swipe at their faces with grotesque over grown claws. A fast melee begins between them, Sarric blurring with speed pummeling the Spidermen, Vrakrash swinging. The spidermen aren't very successful as the two dodge their strikes, returning with blows that cave in skulls, crack necks or cause lethal internal bleeds.

Karinth and Ser Boros find themselves confronted with spidermen bursting from the floor as Retula and Iuric rush to their aid. Retula, running toward Ser Boros, releases a stream of energy that floors some of the spidermen as Ser Boros leaps into the air, bringing down his huge BlackMoor blade into two who have fallen prone.

Vrakrash and Sarric race to Jeremy, who has seen two jump from the ground. They bring down one, before Jeremy, studying the layout of the room and the ambient magical energy, manages to work out a slight modification of his incantation that results in a small star, the size of a pin head, forming between his fingers. Vrakrash and Sarric close their eyes as the intense light threatens to blind them. Jeremy flicks the tiny star at the spiderman, instantly atomising him.

The whole gang then regroups where Sarric slides to a halt in front of three spidermen. He takes a deep breath, focusing. He can feel their movements, slight changes in the air. Without even opening his eyes he runs his spear through ones throat before he leaps into the air and kicks the other two's hearts out. As he lands he sees Jeremy concentrating and Vrakrash bringing his weapons through the necks of the last two.

Ser Boros walks over to Retula.

"Thank you Witch, we worked well together" He brings his hands together in the BlackMoor salute.

Then, slowly, a wheel appears in the room, salt water springs from the air above it. Jeremy concentrates, looking at Iuric's symbol on his plate. A meticulously crafted image of Mesharum, enough to bring tears to the devoted.

Then a goat appears. Slowly at first, the basic form, then the surface detail and finally anatomic finery. At first the two images are separate.

Karinth leans in. "What is the purpose of the..." Then the goat is brought to the wheel. Karinth nods at the creativity.

"To stimulate the goat twixt rim and sack, I would not have perceived it myself, I would have seen such a god as being beyond crude acts, but you have found a way...and yet even now I did not see it all, the relief of the cooling water refreshes the goat for more. As each spoke heats him, thus is he cooled. It could continue indefinitely..." Karinth laughs a hearty laugh and wipes tears from his eyes "...Iuric you wouldn't..."

He is cut short as a golden glowing sword, white hot with the rage of Mesharum, splits Jeremy's skull and continues to open his chest half way.

Jeremy falls to the ground, bits of lung and brain splattering on the floor. Mesharum is pleased with the act. Iuric feels the approval of his god.

Ser Boros immediately breaks the spell controlling his subservience to Iuric. His sacred knightly code is stronger.

Ocky crawls over to Jeremy.

*Bud?*

For once he speaks.

"Bud?"

Ser Boros lifts the demon up to his shoulder and kneels, prying his sword into the rock he lifts the floor slabs and buries Jeremy beneath them.

"Thanks knight" Ocky says as he vanishes. Ser Boros nods, before rising.

"I will stand vigil over the grave for an hour, as is right"

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

"Spidey must have come from somewhere. Wonder if there is a spidycave." muses Mags to himself and starts to backtrack a little way back checking for any missed or unexplored doors or passages.

Tracing the spider sheddings, it is clear it came up the slide the others had descended.

OldGoat

Mags resists the urge to say "Weeeee" and then dawdles around at the bottom of the slide checking already scoured rooms for about an hour. (Timeywimeywibbleywobbley - Doctor Mags adds the title 'Timelord' to his Bardcamp profile).
Eventually he moves on to find the gang.

Fourier

OOC: Mags is the one an hour ahead, so if I have the others rest we'll be synced. I know I'm forcing rest, but just to sync Mags.

Mags walks in to find the others relaxing or eating and reading.

Ser Boros stands over a slab which he has etched 'Jeremy' into.

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Mags is the one an hour ahead, so if I have the others rest we'll be synced. I know I'm forcing rest, but just to sync Mags.

Mags walks in to find the others relaxing or eating and reading.

Ser Boros stands over a slab which he has etched 'Jeremy' into.

OOC: Forcing rest is no bad thing from the perspective of the magic users. Legging it after the martial types having no magic left to fire is risky and ultimately lethal.

Mags nods to the gang, notes the makeshift grave and beats a muted funeral dirge to honour the fallen.

Fourier

As Mags's tune comes to an end, Ser Boros greets him.

"A fine dirge bard. How have you fared?"

Banjo

OOC : Don't know about you but I'm not ready to sit down just yet on account of the ground being a bit sticky with the insides of a former party member. Who the **** sits down for a kit kat after that? Come on the ****.

"What did you do?"

OOC : Eldritch Blast push Iuric 20 ft from the body. If that requires a to-hit and damage roll, well **** it that seems to be on the table now doesn't it? And I still have my move this turn. In which case move my hex to him too, Wisdom

"WHAT THE **** DID YOU DO???"

OOC: Seriously, what the **** did you do? The following assumes I'm not embroiled in combat.

As Hetyaro moves to stand between her and the paladin, Retula cradles the 2 halves of Jeremy and tries holding them together, then muttering a prayer (OOC: Spare the dying, for the laugh) and when it doesn't work, drops them unceremoniously on the ground.

"Check his face for hairs, H. He's one of them, he's turning! Featherplucking Werespider!"

Fourier

Ser Boros watches Retula closely. Karinth shrugs.

"Witch, this is Iuric he must have had good cause. He was a pleasant man but the mighty Iuric has spoken via his sword"

Karinth goes back to grape munching.

Banjo

"Reasons? You're cool with 'reasons' as an excuse for this?"

Create bonfire under Karinth.

"As you already know, I have my reasons."

Fourier

OOC: Mags hold there until this resolves, it would have happened before you arrived.

Fourier

Karinth leaps back grinding his teeth in pain.

"Witch you are very emotional for some mage we just met. Regardless I will let your attack go as you are in grief"

He pauses.

"And yes I am fine with 'reasons'....though I am not sure why"

He holds his head confused.

Banjo

"It's not the man, it's the principle, deadtard! You think you'd still be partially alive without me? No. You think every second of your continued existence doesn't make every fibre of my being want to technicolour yawn? Of course it does. But gangs before fangs, dude! That little pipsqueak was harmless, he couldn't have hurt a fly. I saw him try, it was ****ing pitiful. You want me to sleep in the same room as that psycho dickweed, waiting for him to come up with more reasons, so I can wake up with a greatsword where the other half of my face used to be? As if! Ah you know what, **** you, **** you all."

Retula dismisses the fire. Muttering a short prayer - "Sana malia en'sina er. Ro karna sai-rashwe " - she grabs Jeremy's spell book and the crystal skull, then goes back to the Red Line room to see what happened to the body her and hetyaro threw there way back in post 772, and if it's nothing interesting, will take her short rest in the comparative safety that the remove offers.

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

As Mags's tune comes to an end, Ser Boros greets him.

"A fine dirge bard. How have you fared?"

"I had a nice rest, beefed up some magics and then shot my load almost immediately on a not so friendly neighbourhood spiderman. Turns out that he used to be an elf but something in here causes people to turn into spiders over time."
Mags looks around trying to see if anyone is growing any extra hair or limbs.
"Anyone feeling itchy in the hands, or feel a tingling where mandibles might grow?" he asks those in the room.
"Also, has anyone got that feeling
that they need musical healing?

I got a single shot of musical healing for whoever is the worst for wear."

Necro

Vrakrash surveys the damage and looks at Retula leaving the room in a rage.

'This doesn't seem right... I... I... was supposed to protect Jeremy... but why do I not feel rage?'

He retreats to a corner of the room and slumps down.

Necro

**Rettie, Rettie! Why am I not angry about this??? I was supposed to protect Jeremy, yet... I feel sorrow, but no rage**

sKeith

Sarric joins Ser Boras at the slab.
Sarric meditates long and hard on the happenings between Jeremy, Iuric and Retula, trying to come to term with why he doesn't fault Iuric for slaying his new friend and why everything Retula was right and made prefect sense.


'had good cause?'
'Reasons'
'had good cause?'
'Reasons'

Neither of these things seem worthy of the actions.......



OOC: long rest with heavy dose of meditating and contemplation on resolving this hold over his mind by Iuric, no such attempt is made to break any influence the others present at the time have over him.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

**Rettie, Rettie! Why am I not angry about this??? I was supposed to protect Jeremy, yet... I feel sorrow, but no rage**

**Thank you for contacting Nomorwien's Field Grief Counseling Services.
Your psychic transmissions are important to us , Please hold.

...

What do you want me to tell you, Vrak-Vrak? Maybe you're just a bad person? And a worse bodyguard?**