D&D II Act Two Scene I - The Tower

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

Walking the entrance of the next dolmen Iuric notices a red skinned being with no eyes and a horned frill on its skull inside dragging an axe the size of Iruic himself.

"Hello there. Do you have any knoowledge of the runes in these islands?"

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

"Hello there. Do you have any knoowledge of the runes in these islands?"

"They lead to the other floor eight. Though I can't let you touch this rune"

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

"They lead to the other floor eight. Though I can't let you touch this rune"

"There is another floor eight? That seems rather confusing but fitting for this place. Can I reach the other floor eight without the use of this rune?"

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

"There is another floor eight? That seems rather confusing but fitting for this place. Can I reach the other floor eight without the use of this rune?"

"Yes"

He says the answer curtly enough that Iuric reads he doesn't want to talk more.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

"Yes"

He says the answer curtly enough that Iuric reads he doesn't want to talk more.

Iuric leaves and heads for the next island's dolmen.

Fourier

Arriving at the next dolmen, he sees that some kind of slime covers the entrance to the dolmen and the passage down.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

Arriving at the next dolmen, he sees that some kind of slime covers the entrance to the dolmen and the passage down.

Iuric pokes it with a javelin.

Banjo

Banjo wrote: »

Aaaanyway, hand me the rapier."

She sits down, paws through her tome, fishes her pearl out of her backpack and begins the ritual to get to the bottom of any of the Rapier's secrets.

"Ok, done. Hold on to your little orc socks, Mags, you won't believe what I'm about to say..."

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric pokes it with a javelin.

The tip of the javelin melts slightly with a hiss.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Ok, done. Hold on to your little orc socks, Mags, you won't believe what I'm about to say..."

It is simply a normal rapier.

Evade

OOC: Since we levelled up but haven't taken a long rest do we have our new abilities yet, spells specifically?

Banjo

"...you were screwed! Because it does nothing special good, and if it's cursed this ****ty ritual wouldn't tell me. I have made many questionable lifestyle choices but learning that ritual is definitely top 3. We could go kill the snake but I think I already have."

She goes to see if Mags' tune has made any prisoners cry

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

OOC: Since we levelled up but haven't taken a long rest do we have our new abilities yet, spells specifically?

OOC: You have them

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"...you were screwed! Because it does nothing special good, and if it's cursed this ****ty ritual wouldn't tell me. I have made many questionable lifestyle choices but learning that ritual is definitely top 3. We could go kill the snake but I think I already have."

She goes to see if Mags' tune has made any prisoners cry

Some of the prisoners weep openly.

Suddenly Retula feels something wet on her bald head.

OOC: Dex check

Banjo

Ooc 16

Fourier

Retula jerks her head back just in time as a massive worm extends from the ceiling and attempts to bite her head. It misses by a few inches, before retracting.

Evade

OOC: Does the stone under the slime look like its dissolving too?

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

OOC: Does the stone under the slime look like its dissolving too?

Iuric looks closely at the stone. Strangely it is not dissolving, though from the potency of this acid it by all reason should.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

Iuric looks closely at the stone. Strangely it is not dissolving, though from the potency of this acid it by all reason should.

Iuric looks around the island for any stones that look similar to the ones the dolmen is made of.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric looks around the island for any stones that look similar to the ones the dolmen is made of.

He finds a large flat stone, about the size of a shield, half submerged in the earth. It looks like a left over from the dolmen's construction.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Retula jerks her head back just in time as a massive worm extends from the ceiling and attempts to bite her head. It misses by a few inches, before retracting.

Retula sends a discouraging blast up at the worm.
(14 and 21 with 6 and 11 dmg if you want me to roll.)

She has a closer look to see what it came out of, then looks for more of them. With her eyes, she's not going wandering.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Retula sends a discouraging blast up at the worm.
(14 and 21 with 6 and 11 dmg if you want me to roll.)

She has a closer look to see what it came out of, then looks for more of them. With her eyes, she's not going wandering.

As the worm pulls up into the ceiling Retula's blast hits it square in the mouth, travels down its gullet and it bursts.

The worm clearly descended from a hole in the ceiling. Retula can see they are fairly common in this vast prison.

OOC: To be more clear, the roof of the prison hangs quite far over the top of the cells. Each cell is a cubicle as such about 8' high, but the ceiling is 40' up

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

"No crime Sarric I insist! I simply explored the tower as many others have, then fell victim to a foul spell guarding one of the rooms. When I awoke I was here"

Drokrash sees the Sarrics coming and knocks them back with a spell, they hit the prison walls, but are only a bit dazed.

"I'll see what I can do about finding your freedom, but for now, it seems your cage masters have me out powered, if i can find a way, i'll be back for you. Later my friend." And with that, Sarric turns and resumes following Vrakrash's brother.



"Who are you expecting an order to come from, if not me. Maybe i'll go talk to this person, as you clearly wont take orders from me seriously until they confirm. I'll have them inform you thats its okay to obey my orders, so you dont have to worry about getting into serious trouble." Sarric queries of Drokrash.

Evade

OOC: Is there anything on the island Iuric could use to make a big fire?

Banjo

"H, watch the skies for me. Hey, what the ****?"
She notices the Dragonborn shoving the Sarric's.
If she can, she fires an EB to push him without hurting him.
"Play nice, Dragonborn. Or I'll sing some more!"

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Who are you expecting an order to come from, if not me. Maybe i'll go talk to this person, as you clearly wont take orders from me seriously until they confirm. I'll have them inform you thats its okay to obey my orders, so you dont have to worry about getting into serious trouble." Sarric queries of Drokrash.

"My orders come from the staff of the upper floors. There will be some of them on the 10th floor where my living quarters are. Though they are quite inhuman"

As he turns, Retula's eldritch bolt hits him. Though he is undamaged, he quickly grabs Vrakrash and he and his brother vanish from sight.

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

OOC: Is there anything on the island Iuric could use to make a big fire?

Iuric finds the odd twig and some bushes, enough to make a sizeable fire should he wish.

sKeith

Sarric contiunes onwards, in the same direction that they were already heading, looking for the stairs that lead upwards, to the next level..

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Sarric contiunes onwards, in the same direction that they were already heading, looking for the stairs that lead upwards, to the next level..

Soon enough he clears the cells themselves, beyond which there is a courtyard, about half a mile wide. At the other end of the courtyard is a fortress, almost reaching to the roof (OOC: The roof is ~100' tall at this point).

Strewn across the courtyard are skeletons, the majority closer to Sarric's side than to the fortress.

In the middle of the courtyard is a dried up fountain.

sKeith

Sarric asks one of the sarrics to go check in the fountain and to return with a report. Sarric awaits for his return and observes.

Fourier

The Dumb Sarric agrees right away.

"Right away Sir!"

He runs toward the fountain, where upon a figure emerges to stand at one of the fortress's windows. She is bald with some sort of crown on her head.

Dumb Sarric gets about a quarter of the way to the fountain where upon he is nearly hit by a bolt. He hops out of the way and keeps running. At about halfway there he is not so lucky as another bolt hits him. The flash produced is near blinding, even at this distance.

When it clears there is simply a skeleton where Dumb Sarric once was.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

Iuric finds the odd twig and some bushes, enough to make a sizeable fire should he wish.

OOC: Time for another overly elaborate plan involving fire that almost certainly has a simpler solution.


First Iuric tries to summon a Celestial Warhorse by casting find steed, hoping he's not too out of favour with all the celestials. Then he ties his rope around the stone and the horse and has him drag the stone out of the water.


Next Iuric digs a pit about twice the size of the stone in every dimension near where the stone is now and from the pit digs a channel towards the water leaving it just short of water entering it and flooding the pit.


Then Iuric gathers up enough flammable material to fill the pit, builds a fire filling about half the depth, and lights it. Once the fire is in full blaze he has the horse has the horse pull the stone into the fire. Iuric tends the fire until he thinks the stone is as hot as it can get and at that time he quickly finishes the channel so water rushes into the fire pit and hopefully rapidly cooling and shattering the stone.

OldGoat

Banjo wrote: »

"Ok, done. Hold on to your little orc socks, Mags, you won't believe what I'm about to say..."

"Dammit, it's a dud right? My negotiating skills are as dull as the edge of this blade."
Mags takes out his notebook and strikesthrough the snake on the list of greenroom VIP's.
After watching Rets deftly dismiss the worm he whispers to Steerpike,
"Hope that wasn't your ma."
Mags goes after Retula to 'help' interrogate the prisoners in the cells.

Banjo

Looking over her shoulder, Retula cautions
"Keep an ear out - I don't think that Dragonborn means us any harm but if he's turned invisible he might try to clock one of us."

With Hetyaro on watch duty (psychic warning to Retula if the worms try any further ****, a loud "ka-kaaw" and if necessary body-block on Mags if he's following) she addresses the cells.

"Listen up, Jailbirdarinos! I.... am Death. No, no I'm not here to open your cells and let you loose, what kind of guest would I be if I go messing up my host's cupboards? Now, most of you are probably not due to meet me for a while, I haven't checked my diary, but meet indeed we will, eventually. After you've spent a few decades rotting in that cell and a few more being experimented on upstairs, and who knows, maybe a few more after that running around trying to drown hapless adventurers in your slobbering drool which is also acid or some kind of crazy eye-watering organic micro-frog spawn **** that'll swim up their peepee hole and eat them from from the inside.

But why wait? Why sit there, miserable, while a minotaur watches you **** in a bucket for the rest of your life? (you do have a bucket dontcha? You don't???) Take your destiny in your own hands - Check out now! I'm offering you priority boarding for the Ever-After here. Come over to the bars and offer your throat, I can promise you a swift end and then an eternity in any one of 157 afterlives depending on your preferences and peccadilloes. Not only that! If you're a twisted piece of **** who doesn't want to be dead alone, I can hunt down your friends and family and bring them to join you! Parties every night, kite flying trips to the beach every day.

All I ask in return is no more than about 5 years in my service doing awesome **** and taking all your frustrations out on others. And that you let me kill you, but like, you're already dead, right? What say you? What do you want to be doing first thing tomorrow morning? Staring out these bars waiting to die, or be the blade that carves open the guts of those that keep you here?"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

As he turns, Retula's eldritch bolt hits him. Though he is undamaged, he quickly grabs Vrakrash and he and his brother vanish from sight.

'Wha - Rettie - what are you...'

Vrakrash looks around at his brother and tries to gauge where they are.

'Why would Rettie attack you, brother?'

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

"Dammit, it's a dud right? My negotiating skills are as dull as the edge of this blade."
Mags takes out his notebook and strikesthrough the snake on the list of greenroom VIP's.
After watching Rets deftly dismiss the worm he whispers to Steerpike,
"Hope that wasn't your ma."
Mags goes after Retula to 'help' interrogate the prisoners in the cells.

The prisoners seem hesitant, though some clearly tempted by Retula's offer.

Mags spots four in particular who've crawled near their bars to get a closer look at the voice offering some kind of freedom.

Banjo

**Where did you go to, my scaley chum? Tell your bro to stop beating up the Sarrics! Those boys don't know any better**

(In contacting Vrakrash, Retula tries to gauge whether or not he's still in the room and hidden rather than teleported to another floor based on response latency, echoes, or him thinking "Holy crap, I'm invisible!")

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Wha - Rettie - what are you...'

Vrakrash looks around at his brother and tries to gauge where they are.

'Why would Rettie attack you, brother?'

Looking around Vrakrash sees the room they were in, but everything wispy and blackened.

"I do not know, though I suspect merely as a cautionary warning for attacking those elves. Perhaps she was right and I was over zealous with them, so I shifted us here instead of attacking"

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Then Iuric gathers up enough flammable material to fill the pit, builds a fire filling about half the depth, and lights it. Once the fire is in full blaze he has the horse has the horse pull the stone into the fire. Iuric tends the fire until he thinks the stone is as hot as it can get and at that time he quickly finishes the channel so water rushes into the fire pit and hopefully rapidly cooling and shattering the stone.

The stone shatters just as Iuric had hoped. When it does so a small amount of magical energy is released, slightly rumbling the earth of the island, but nothing too severe.

Banjo

Standing back from the bars, Retula asks
"ok, you four. I know what I can do for you but what can you do for me?"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Standing back from the bars, Retula asks
"ok, you four. I know what I can do for you but what can you do for me?"

"I was but a lowly warrior miss, but I yearn to be free" one responds.

The others do not answer.

Banjo

"I have no use for a warrior. Or the weak, easily subdued silent type. Ah well. I guess I'll see you all on the top floor eventually.

Hey worms! Any of you fancy swapping head nibbling for catching fireballs with your teeth? No? Ok, never mind."

Retula jogs after Sarric

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"I have no use for a warrior. Or the weak, easily subdued silent type. Ah well. I guess I'll see you all on the top floor eventually.

Hey worms! Any of you fancy swapping head nibbling for catching fireballs with your teeth? No? Ok, never mind."

Retula jogs after Sarric

She soon finds herself at the courtyard with hundreds of skeletons.

Banjo

She sends her shadow to keep an eye on the Sarrics.

sKeith

"Some bald woman over there in that fortress over there spots people moving through this courtyard and blasts them with some magic incenerator flash spell. I think we need to blind her vision of this courtyard in order to get across it. I was thinking some big illusion field or smoke from a big fire, any thoughts."

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

"Some bald woman over there in that fortress over there spots people moving through this courtyard and blasts them with some magic incenerator flash spell. I think we need to blind her vision of this courtyard in order to get across it. I was thinking some big illusion field or smoke from a big fire, any thoughts."

"Better not be another me. I'm such a bitch. We don't stand a chance. Hmmm. I can make it dark, so she can't see us, but then we can't see either. And the suspicious black sphere creeping across the courtyard might be a bit of a giveaway. Hmmm. Oh wait, I have and idea!"

She runs back towards the cells. "Hey simple warrior! Good news!" And hits him with both barrels. If he dies, bind him as sight beyond sight, for seeing through magical darkness. If he doesn't... Legger!

Ooc sorry, missed dumb Sarric's fate earlier

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Better not be another me. I'm such a bitch. We don't stand a chance. Hmmm. I can make it dark, so she can't see us, but then we can't see either. And the suspicious black sphere creeping across the courtyard might be a bit of a giveaway. Hmmm. Oh wait, I have and idea!"

She runs back towards the cells. "Hey simple warrior! Good news!" And hits him with both barrels. If he dies, bind him as sight beyond sight, for seeing through magical darkness. If he doesn't... Legged!

When Retula arrives, the warrior is gone from his cell.

Banjo

"....and I'm back. Never mind." Retula laughs jogging up and reattaching her shadow.
"Ok, new plan. I'm going to make myself invisible and fly across there really fast. And it was great meeting you, I wish you all the best in your future endeavours. "

Ooc : How big is the window.

sKeith

"Can you make a signal of a troop of elephants roaring to say its safe to cross the courtyard."

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"....and I'm back. Never mind." Retula laughs jogging up and reattaching her shadow.
"Ok, new plan. I'm going to make myself invisible and fly across there really fast. And it was great meeting you, I wish you all the best in your future endeavours. "

Ooc : How big is the window.

Looking at the window from a distance Retula estimates it is twice the height of an elf.