D&D II Act One Scene VI - City of Gods

Fourier

Jack Moore wrote: »

I wait to see what their reaction is and whether they see me.

Ooc does the injured man get brought inside, do more gaurds replac those that helped him in etc.

The injured guard is brought inside by another. Soon they are replaced by six more from the rooms within the walled enclosure and a powerful looking cleric about whose head a set of seven rocks orbit.

Fourier

Iuric wakes up in a stable feeling refreshed in every possible way.

Jack Moore

Fourier wrote: »

The injured guard is brought inside by another. Soon they are replaced by six more from the rooms within the walled enclosure and a powerful looking cleric about whose head a set of seven rocks orbit.

What race is the cleric? I retreat north and head back to the inn to tell my Dragon how stupid his idea is.

Evade

Iuric stretches and gets dressed and as he is about to leave has a flash of the strange dream he must have had "A sword with skeletal wings? Odd, but also appealing." he thinks to himself. If it's after the time in the morning businesses would be open Iuric heads to the merchant area if it's still night the tavern.

Fourier

Jack Moore wrote: »

What race is the cleric? I retreat north and head back to the inn to tell my Dragon how stupid his idea is.

The face of the Cleric is burned in Wade's mind, he only got a glimpse of the face when he turned as Wade retreated. An insectoid of some kind, with a mantis like face.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The biro does a little spin on her palm.

Retula can sense her full abilities returning, but not quite yet on this floor.

Ooc : Not saying I'm murdering them all but the eye rings a bell. Read too much tangential stuff. How many are there?

OldGoat

Mags, or Moggs as some of the others called him, was oddly subdued when they arrived at the tavern. He quietly asked for a room with food and drink to be brought up to him. He even forgoes the opportunity to hand out flyers for the Woodshock festival to Le Pétomane, the stage farter. He pays for his food and lodgings and leaves some coin with the barkeep asking him to forward it to the Bards Guild in his name.

Once in his room Mags flicks his hands to tentacles, forward and back, fascinated in a stomach churning way. He tries out using the tentacles to play and finds that though they make good hammers they are a bit cumbersome when it comes to play the flute or lute or even JoePaz.

He examines the beak on his back, trying to make it talk or sing, trying to see what control he has over it, trying to see how strong the beaks are, what they could cut through or crush. He even trys feeding it some of the mostly untouched bowl of brown that the barkeep sent up.

Finally, exhausted, he falls asleep though not before he resolves to ask JoePaz what it knows about the plane of demons before he attempts to planeshift.

OOC: Can I get a Level check please. Am I still at 3? Just want to know before I select the days spells.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric stretches and gets dressed and as he is about to leave has a flash of the strange dream he must have had "A sword with skeletal wings? Odd, but also appealing." he thinks to himself. If it's after the time in the morning businesses would be open Iuric heads to the merchant area if it's still night the tavern.

Iuric as he is heading out does some morning exercises, he can feel a notable improvement.

OOC: Level 4

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

Finally, exhausted, he falls asleep though not before he resolves to ask JoePaz what it knows about the plane of demons before he attempts to planeshift.

OOC: Can I get a Level check please. Am I still at 3? Just want to know before I select the days spells.

Joepaz knows little of the demon plane, except to keep away from it.

When Mags wakes and plays his practice tunes, in a flash of inspiration he realises another aspect of the celestial music, why it only involves some alterations of harmonics already known to him. Settling down to see if a minor version of it works he plays slowly.

OOC: The above reflects the extra spell of Level 4. You've gone up

Fourier

Jack Moore wrote: »

What race is the cleric? I retreat north and head back to the inn to tell my Dragon how stupid his idea is.

Vrakrash is getting dressed as Wade comes up the stairs. Over the night, something about the Valley has changed him. Maybe how much he pushed himself, maybe some workings of the valley. Regardless he notices a slight scorching to his pillow. Looking closer, it is not fire, but magic bleed. An off flow from his now increased reserves of energy.

His spells are also now more settled in his mind, the complex formulae no longer straining his memory so much. Had he tried to shove a third in there before, he may have feinted from the mental strain, but now he feels competent he could manage another.

He decides he needs to find a magic shop for the rote form of the spells, working one out himself is beyond his abilities.

OOC: Level 4

sKeith

Sarric acquirees a room in the tavern and retires for the night. He has a nice rest. After his rest, he decides to do some light meditation but stumbles upon a funny looking knot in his memory and becomes curious, he unravels this recent twist in his memories, as a result of the mend, he now remembers Jeremy, and his light meditation became a multi hour session.

He then says a few word about how pleasing his dreams were and how he was thankful to the dangerous underwater blackish multi mouth bearing god thingy for his dreams.

After eating a hearty breakfast, he ventures over to the temple district to meet with his newly acquired contractor, so he can lend some instruction and put together a plan for the next couple of months works.
He also shares details of the old god of dreams and what he has asked so that it can help guide the works too.

He sets up a bank account and deposits 500GP into it, and leave instructions to enable the foreman to get the wages from the bank at the agreed rate.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Vrakrash is getting dressed as Wade comes up the stairs. Over the night, something about the Valley has changed him. Maybe how much he pushed himself, maybe some workings of the valley. Regardless he notices a slight scorching to his pillow. Looking closer, it is not fire, but magic bleed. An off flow from his now increased reserves of energy.

His spells are also now more settled in his mind, the complex formulae no longer straining his memory so much. Had he tried to shove a third in there before, he may have feinted from the mental strain, but now he feels competent he could manage another.

He decides he needs to find a magic shop for the rote form of the spells, working one out himself is beyond his abilities.

OOC: Level 4

Vrakrash nods at Wade.

'You're up early. I need to visit a magic shop first, maybe cash in on a few items I have in my possession. Last night has left me... strapped for cash - but no matter.

Then we head for this temple?'

Vrakrash heads downstairs and approaches the barkeep.

'Friend, can you point me in the direction of the closest magic shop?

I... heh... don't suppose there's anything left from the monies I gave you last night? If so, consider it yours - in exchange for accomodation for as many nights as is possible. I have grown to like this place.'

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

He sets up a bank account and deposits 500GP into it, and leave instructions to enable the foreman to get the wages from the bank at the agreed rate.

Sarric does his practice workout after returning from the bank, now with the odd little cantrip thrown in. No doubt about it, fighting all those spidermen, their multilimbed attacks, their numbers, he's faster than before. More precise. Not just his physical attacks, but his ki reserves. He brings his ki into his finger tips and embeds them in the wall. If he focuses his ki like this, he could disrupt his opponent's.

OOC: Level 5

OldGoat

Needing guidance Mags decides that some future time he will ask Retula for information on the Demon plane.
"I'll get the answers straight from the horses mouth. Though, in retrospect, I might not use that particular phrase."

Feeling more at ease with the changes he's going through Mags scoffs a large breakfast. As the barkeep brings food he mentions seeing the priest in talks some of the gang. "Sounds like we got hired. Guess I should restock my gear."
He arranges with the barkeep to have replacement torches, rations and any other missing inventory left at the bar for him.

He heads out to talk with the local bard guild, catch up on news, learn of any jobs that might be going and hand out Festival flyers.

He also checks out the local armorers in the hopes of improving his musical leather.
"Ya see, the problem is that over time the leather loses tension and the tone changes. I need a way to keep a crisp shell on the exterior but light and supple beneath. Any ideas?"
As usual he's met with blank stares from tradesmen more accustomed to shodding ploughorses then crafting fine instruments.

OOC: Spells for the day.
Lvl 1
Bane
Healing Word
Thunderwave
Hideous Laughter

Lvl 2
Blind/Deaf
Enhance ability
Lesser Restoration

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

Iuric as he is heading out does some morning exercises, he can feel a notable improvement.

OOC: Level 4

Iuric uses some of his newfound energy to find a merchant that will buy some of the jewelry he's acquired.

Jack Moore

Fourier wrote: »

Vrakrash is getting dressed as Wade comes up the stairs. Over the night, something about the Valley has changed him. Maybe how much he pushed himself, maybe some workings of the valley. Regardless he notices a slight scorching to his pillow. Looking closer, it is not fire, but magic bleed. An off flow from his now increased reserves of energy.

His spells are also now more settled in his mind, the complex formulae no longer straining his memory so much. Had he tried to shove a third in there before, he may have feinted from the mental strain, but now he feels competent he could manage another.

He decides he needs to find a magic shop for the rote form of the spells, working one out himself is beyond his abilities.

OOC: Level 4

“Good morn Dragon, I checked out that temple last night and we will need a thief at least and preferably a different target. “
I explain what I did and saw and what the reactions were.
“I can cause a distraction by shooting a few of the gaurds tonight and clear the way for a thief to sneak in but we need one .”

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Friend, can you point me in the direction of the closest magic shop?

I... heh... don't suppose there's anything left from the monies I gave you last night? If so, consider it yours - in exchange for accomodation for as many nights as is possible. I have grown to like this place.'

"Carrador's shop is near enough at the bottom of the main street of the temple district. It's inside the only tree there. Famous place. And no worries friend you're covered for a while"

Jack Moore

I chase after the Dragon.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric uses some of his newfound energy to find a merchant that will buy some of the jewelry he's acquired.

Iuric finds a large enough shop dealing in gems and jewels of all sorts just off the temple main street.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : Not saying I'm murdering them all but the eye rings a bell. Read too much tangential stuff. How many are there?

Looking in Retula sees about eight worshippers.

Behind her the door opens and a man in tattered clothes enters.

"Retula worshipper? Two floors up, but wow you're really going all out, I didn't think you guys did the whole emulation thing"

He heads on up the stairs.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Looking in Retula sees about eight worshippers.

Behind her the door opens and a man in tattered clothes enters.

"Retula worshipper? Two floors up, but wow you're really going all out, I didn't think you guys did the whole emulation thing"

He heads on up the stairs.

Retula follows him up.
"Retulapalooza, man! There's gonna be music and grilled meats and we're gonna explode so many different races it'll make your face melt! Yeaaaah! So what's your deal? Isn't it kinda hypocritical for the god of the homeless to have, you know, a home? What happened to 'do as I do?'"

She keeps her eyes open for any of that guy who's name I'm not going to spell right twice in the same thread's worshippers taking an interest or worse.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

Iuric finds a large enough shop dealing in gems and jewels of all sorts just off the temple main street.

Iuric enters the shop "Greetings shopkeep, I am here to sell" Iuric puts the 400GP of gold and jewels from the chests revealed by his divine sense and the more valuable looking sapphire necklace on the counter. As the shopkeep is looking over them "Out of curiosity, what would you say the value of this breastplate is?" He taps on the Dwarven jewel encrusted breastplate he's wearing.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Retula follows him up.
"Retulapalooza, man! There's gonna be music and grilled meats and we're gonna explode so many different races it'll make your face melt! Yeaaaah! So what's your deal? Isn't it kinda hypocritical for the god of the homeless to have, you know, a home? What happened to 'do as I do?'"

"Cantaillio isn't homeless, seriously read the second canticle!"

Banjo wrote: »

She keeps her eyes open for any of that guy who's name I'm not going to spell right twice in the same thread's worshippers taking an interest or worse.

As Retula continues up the stairs, she sees nobody following her.

"Well this is Cantaillio's floor, you're the next one"

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric enters the shop "Greetings shopkeep, I am here to sell" Iuric puts the 400GP of gold and jewels from the chests revealed by his divine sense and the more valuable looking sapphire necklace on the counter. As the shopkeep is looking over them "Out of curiosity, what would you say the value of this breastplate is?" He taps on the Dwarven jewel encrusted breastplate he's wearing.

"In total that would all come to 1,500 GP, the dwarven breastplate is old enough...probably back to their founding period...being honest you would probably get a better price with them"

Evade

OOC: Does the 1500GP include the breastplate?

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

"Cantaillio isn't homeless, seriously read the second canticle!"


As Retula continues up the stairs, she sees nobody following her.

"Well this is Cantaillio's floor, you're the next one"

"Thanks dude! Every day is a school day - Hit me up with those carbuncles some time, I will definitely give them a once over, wanna be a good neighbor!"

She waves and heads up stairs

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

OOC: Does the 1500GP include the breastplate?

OOC: Yeah, without the breastplate 700GP

Evade

Iuric removes the breastplate and places it on the counter "That seems a fair price" he takes the 1500GP "Would you know of a reliable armourer in town?"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Thanks dude! Every day is a school day - Hit me up with those carbuncles some time, I will definitely give them a once over, wanna be a good neighbor!"

She waves and heads up stairs

Stepping out from the stairs she sees the next floor is taken up by a shrine to herself.

Three large stylistic drawings of her, one on the back wall and one each on the side walls, frame the room.

The alter is made from bones with a large stuffed effigy of Hetyaro.

Fifteen Osinzirite immigrants pray in front of the altar, offering raven feathers.

A copy of "The Story of Retula" lies on the altar.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric removes the breastplate and places it on the counter "That seems a fair price" he takes the 1500GP "Would you know of a reliable armourer in town?"

"You want swords, armour, anything adventuerman like of that sort, ye should head to Donnie the Discount Elf's Weaponoporium just off Temple main street"

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

"You want swords, armour, anything adventuerman like of that sort, ye should head to Donnie the Discount Elf's Weaponoporium just off Temple main street"

"My thanks" Iuric nods and leaves for Donnie's. When he gets there and enters and says to the shopkeep "Greetings, Donnie I presume. I am in the market for a suit of plate armour."

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

"My thanks" Iuric nods and leaves for Donnie's. When he gets there and enters and says to the shopkeep "Greetings, Donnie I presume. I am in the market for a suit of plate armour."

An elf entering his old age looks up.

"Heh, plate I've got alright boy, just browse over in the armour section"

OOC: Donnie has basically everything in PHB and the supplements with a few exceptions which I'll mention if they come up. His prices are the same as the books'

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Stepping out from the stairs she sees the next floor is taken up by a shrine to herself.

Three large stylistic drawings of her, one on the back wall and one each on the side walls, frame the room.

The alter is made from bones with a large stuffed effigy of Hetyaro.

Fifteen Osinzirite immigrants pray in front of the altar, offering raven feathers.

A copy of "The Story of Retula" lies on the altar.

She checks the floor for exits - specifically stairs up and down, balconies, windows- then approaches the altar, checking out the pictures (what is she doing and where?) and the Effigy

"Wow, that thing is pretty much life size. Wait...

**H... You still alive and uh... Not taxidermised? This whole building seems reeeeeally anti-corvid!**

Retula pauses to look at the fourth wall.
"Don't try to tell me you wouldn't!"
She picks up the book and skims for highlights.

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

Sarric does his practice workout after returning from the bank, now with the odd little cantrip thrown in. No doubt about it, fighting all those spidermen, their multilimbed attacks, their numbers, he's faster than before. More precise. Not just his physical attacks, but his ki reserves. He brings his ki into his finger tips and embeds them in the wall. If he focuses his ki like this, he could disrupt his opponent's.

OOC: Level 5

Sarric goes of in search of an avdventurers store, somewhere to pick up a new rope, hammer and a few pitons.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Sarric goes of in search of an avdventurers store, somewhere to pick up a new rope, hammer and a few pitons.

Virtually everybody directs him to Donnie's, where he sees Iuric browsing the armour section.

sKeith

"Hello Donnie. I'm looking for a few simple items, a light rope, a few pitons, rations for 10 days, a hammer, and some personal contraption so i can flap my arms and fly.
Thanks."

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

An elf entering his old age looks up.

"Heh, plate I've got alright boy, just browse over in the armour section"

OOC: Donnie has basically everything in PHB and the supplements with a few exceptions which I'll mention if they come up. His prices are the same as the books'

Iuric browses the armour section until he finds a slightly intimidating looking blued suit of plate. He points it out to Donnie, "That one would be ideal, however I require some engraving be done on breastplate. IS that a service you can provide?"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

She checks the floor for exits - specifically stairs up and down, balconies, windows- then approaches the altar, checking out the pictures (what is she doing and where?) and the Effigy

Besides the stairs, there is a window on the back wall. The pictures depict in idalised scenarios. Holding skulls, flying on Hetyaro and forming an Eldritch blast.

The effigy of Hetyaro depicts him as much more agressive looking than in reality. Large teeth and a foot claw, close to a massive raptor.

Banjo wrote: »

Retula pauses to look at the fourth wall.
"Don't try to tell me you wouldn't!"
She picks up the book and skims for highlights.

The fourth wall is bare.

As she takes the book those present shout "RETULA?!!"

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric browses the armour section until he finds a slightly intimidating looking blued suit of plate. He points it out to Donnie, "That one would be ideal, however I require some engraving be done on breastplate. IS that a service you can provide?"

"Yes, an additional 150GP"

Necro

Vrakrash waits for Wade to catch him up.

'Hire a thief? Interesting. Maybe there's a way we could breach the walls to cause a distraction. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.'

Vrakrash heads for the tree the barkeep told him about.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Hello Donnie. I'm looking for a few simple items, a light rope, a few pitons, rations for 10 days, a hammer, and some personal contraption so i can flap my arms and fly.
Thanks."

"Hempen or Silk rope?"

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

"Hempen or Silk rope?"

"Lighter is preferrable, but not if it makes it a weaker product."

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

As she takes the book those present shout "RETULA?!!"

"WHERE??!

Oh yeah. Sorry, you gave me a fright. Hey, hi, what brings you to Bandysia? More to the point, what brings me here?"

She continues thumbing through the book.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"WHERE??!

Oh yeah. Sorry, you gave me a fright. Hey, hi, what brings you to Bandysia? More to the point, what brings me here?"

She continues thumbing through the book.

The book has Retula crudely inserted into the Osinzir creation myth. Some time after the creation of the Osinzir jungles by the God's and the arrival of the first Osinzir couple as refugees from the empire that preceded Zassan to the North, the Gods petition the "Distant Dwelling Death" for an experienced God of Death to aide them in building up the afterlife.

Stranger still is that Retula is beginning to remember these events a bit.

Evade

Iuric proceeds to sketch out the symbol he wants on the breastplate, a downward pointing sword with skeletal wings coming out of it from the crossguard, and will buy a dungeoneer's pack while he's at it.


OOC: Is that 1662GP in total?

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Oh yeah. Sorry, you gave me a fright. Hey, hi, what brings you to Bandysia? More to the point, what brings me here?"

"We moved here a few years ago on the temple construction projects and well...we noticed that previous Oszinir people had never set up a temple for you, so we pooled our money to buy this....do you like it?"

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric proceeds to sketch out the symbol he wants on the breastplate, a downward pointing sword with skeletal wings coming out of it from the crossguard, and will buy a dungeoneer's pack while he's at it.


OOC: Is that 1662GP in total?

OOC: Yeah

Donnie nods and smiles at the design.

"Recently in possession of some mythic sword then? I know the type. Two hours and ye'll have yer armour"

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Lighter is preferrable, but not if it makes it a weaker product."

He looks Sarric in the eye.

"Wait a high elf, haven't seen one of you in ninety years, what's making you grace the physical world with your presence?

Oh...11GP...but the flying device, that'll cost ye...plenty of coin, 100GP?"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash waits for Wade to catch him up.

'Hire a thief? Interesting. Maybe there's a way we could breach the walls to cause a distraction. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.'

Vrakrash heads for the tree the barkeep told him about.

The bark retracts and a portal opens up.

Necro

Vrakrash looks at Wade.

'You coming? Just want to top up my spells - then we'll go find a thief for our plans.'

He steps through the portal.