Quest: A Summer's Freeze, Part 1 / Dm: Tesarikone

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Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/1/2016 9:12:44 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "A Summer's Freeze, PART 1"
Tesarik One: SAPPHIRE and below, please.
Tesarik One: If you have questions IM me a Mod or a DM.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we actually BEGIN our
roleplay.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and I'm going to try and kill you
all or at least fuck you up.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your dossier
you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
Tesarik One: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you are
able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
Tesarik One: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice -
Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable
Tesarik One: FLAWS and your WEAKNESS and TEAMWORK SKILL. Keep up with your
own self-healing please. You can also state any spells or CM's that effect
the full quest if you wish.
Tesarik One: After you have given your state - please IM me with a link to
your dossier.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
grim expectation: Naaria Gladomain | Amber Shield | Support/Bloodhound |
2d58 | 35 HP | 17 DDC | Bruise Easily, Claustrophobia, Distinctive |
Bludgeoning x 1.5
imperfect exhale: "Smoke" Ksenija Ryzhkova; Sapphire Defender;
Combat/Swordsmaster, Support; 2d62; 35hp (4w); 24ddc (sharpened reflexes cm
+2 quick eoa); critically challenged, sunblind, vice (10% less gold);
weakness: light/prismatic; no teamwork
SwordOfAtrophy: Apollo - Topaz Marshal - Combat/Fighter - 2d48 - 26 HP (2
WLP) - 17 DDC - No weakness - Flaws: Blind, Narrow, Individualist
Tesarik One: Artemis, Topaz Marshal, 2d48, 26hp, DC12, 12 healing points,
Combat/Brawler, Flaws: Beastly Instinct, Ponderous, Sickly, Teamwork: Tag
Team Fighting
Connor Sleight: Sapphire Defender | Connor Sleight | Combat/Fighter | 2d62 |
41 HP | 20 DDC
Connor Sleight: Misfortunate | Dislike of Nobility | Distinctive
RageofNocturne: Harlequin King/ Topaz Champion/ 2d46/ HP-31/ DC-10/ Arcane/
Mage/ Flaws: Narrow, Compulsively Honest, Phobia (Cold Iron)/ Weakness:
None/Teamwork: None//
psionic wanderer: Dashiell Grosvenor, Crystal Cadet, Support, 2d24, 12 hp,
12 ddc, Caffeine Addict, Code of Honor, Reflex Against Magic, Teamwork:
Concerted Attack
Tesarik One: Roll for me.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Connor Sleight: [ Yay ]
grim expectation: [+7 = 18 ]
psionic wanderer: 22
Connor Sleight: [ 11 ]
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
imperfect exhale: (( +24 32 ))
RageofNocturne: +11 presence of mind= 29))
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
SwordOfAtrophy: +7 = 24
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Tesarik One: -7 = 3
Tesarik One: Hold while I build the SB.
Tesarik One: Smoke 0/35 [24] || Harlequin 0/31 [10] || Apollo 0/26 [17] ||
Dashiell 0/12 [12] || Naaria 0/35 [17] || Connor 0/41 [20] || Artemis 0/26
[12] (0/12)
Tesarik One: Mistakes?
grim expectation: ( looks good )
Tesarik One: Ok.
Tesarik One: So my low powered friends.....
imperfect exhale: (( that line concerns me o.o ))
psionic wanderer: (You? I'm more likely to die than anyone :P )
Tesarik One: Maria has gotten in a job in Kyngfeld, there is a portion of
the land that has been blanketed in winter and you've been called in to help.
The port mage has created a portal to the home of one of the Patricians of
Kyngfeld, who has
Tesarik One: hired you all. The portal opens in the man's parlor. (Begin RP)
psionic wanderer: Naturally, Dashiell was at the inne. He didn't go out
much, he was still working on fixing his shit so he could do a little better
in this strange land he'd found himself in. He knew there was a job, however,
as his friend was happy
imperfect exhale: In light of the fact that the intended location was said
to have been covered in snow, Smoke had taken it upon herself to liberate a
rather fetching coat from the household of some noble or another. Rather
plush and fuzzy, it had
SwordOfAtrophy: People always told him that snow was a thing of wonder and
beauty. ...Apollo had no idea. Instead he simply happened to be present when
the summons was issued (by default), and there he was. He draped a cloak over
him, like the one
psionic wanderer: to inform him, so well..he had to once again make do with
what he had on hand. He downed the mug of coffee he'd been working on, filled
up a good ol thermos as much as he could with what was left in his pot and
stuffed it into his
SwordOfAtrophy: thing he had to protect against the cold, and waited to find
someone to tag along behind. Hopefully there'd be at least one person he
knew, or remembered, or had a minor amount of faith in.
Connor Sleight: Eyes opened to reveal blue and green hues. Eyes that
searched out the detail as he listened for the signal that it was time to
leave. He hadn't really introduced himself to anyone just yet, sans accepting
the contract for working as
grim expectation: Yay she was going..."home." Kyngfeld being as close to
home as she had in this world anyway. Glad for the ring on her finger that
would make visiting a sudden winter wonderland that much easier, the winged
half-elf stood by the
psionic wanderer: pack, then checked his pistol to make sure it wasn't going
to explode in his hand or some nonsense. He wasn't too sure about snow, since
he didn't really have what one would consider warm clothes...on the other
hand, the clothes he
RageofNocturne: ::Harlequin would return to the inne because he was dropping
off the charm to the vault he didnt need for the time being and then saw
about the job and decided to stick around. Carrying his spear in its teddy
bear form he hugged it
Tesarik One: Dash's friend was more than happy to shove him out to do jobs.
It was her job - sorta.
psionic wanderer: did have protected him from conditions a hell of a lot
harsher than winter, so perhaps it'd be alright. Assuming the suit was
working. Oh well, no way to find out but to test it, right? Right. Through
the portal with him!
imperfect exhale: the potential to go some ways into keeping her warm -
she'd just have to remember to return it later - and was colourful to boot, a
change for her usual grayscale palette. Flask was removed from within the
coat, a quick nip of the
Connor Sleight: an employee for the Obsidian Heart. With only the clothes on
his back and the boots on his feet to his name, he had to do something to
develop revenue legitimately for the time being. And so, it was through the
portal he would go to
Tesarik One: Artemis stepped up behind her brother and tapped his shoulder,
"You sure you can handle this?" her tone was joking of course. She glanced
around at the others, giving them a look over, and then looked at the portal
before them.
grim expectation: portal as it was magicked into place, choosing to wait as
all the others went through before going through herself. Pale eyes taking
in the group that was going this time and one or two were easily recognized
from the last time she
RageofNocturne: as he watched as others began to come around and join them
for their mission. As for dealing with the cold...well he was actually up a
creek for that since he didnt own much of anything aside from a spell that
could help him though
Connor Sleight: do some investigation. Through the looking glass, the Rogue
came to stand in the parlor, waiting for others to join him.[d]
RageofNocturne: it was a non moving spell so it wasnt as helpful as he would
have liked it for this but....well he was sure he would figure something
out-D-
imperfect exhale: contents taken as she eyed up the portal skeptically. Cap
screwed back on and flask stowed away, she'd toss her head a little and then
pop her way through the portal once there was no one she was at risk of
stepping on or bumping
imperfect exhale: into, popping out into the parlor and stepping to one
side. [d]
Tesarik One: "Hey, I know you... and you..." she pointed to Naaria and
Dashiell and gave them half-smiles, and then grabbed Apollo's hand and tugged
him towards the portal. "Where's Achilles?"
psionic wanderer: At least he hadn't found out that what were univeral
gestures to him were grave insults around here! That would make things more
difficult than they already were. He waved and gave a thumbs-up and a smile
in response to the nonsense
grim expectation: had taken a job from Maria. At least they weren't all
complete strangers this time. A grin given to Artemis. "Naaria. I was
about to ask where your third was." She had noticed the familial connection
prior to her game of hide
RageofNocturne: :: And on through the portal he would go carrying along his
bear!-D-
psionic wanderer: that one lady gave him, then stepped on through the portal
and into the parlor, having a look around as he put his helmet on.
grim expectation: and seek with that Giant eagle.
SwordOfAtrophy: "I wish I knew. He said something about shopping, he hasn't
been back since. Probably just lost in the marketplace again." Good, his
sister was here, that made everything better. Oh and the lady from the other
day, she smelled nice
Tesarik One: "What a weirdo, but he is rather good looking," she whispered
to Apollo, about Dashiell, and then grinned back to Dash and thumbs up'd him
back. Right through the portal into the Patrician's parlor.
SwordOfAtrophy: too. Be easy to pick them out of a crowd. "I'll take a look
in a second." He said in response to his sisters swooning over some guy. Then
she was moving, and he was following.
Tesarik One: You step into the parlor, a small richly adorned room, and find
plenty of old but classy chairs to settle into if you wish. An older gray
haired gentleman who looks to be roughly 60 rises from a well
Tesarik One: upholstered chair and introduces himself as High Citizen Rodric
Ferguson, Patrician. After introducing himself, he sits down and begins to
speak in a voice that is firm, despite the man's apparent
Tesarik One: age.
Tesarik One: "Ladies and gentlemen, as you may have already heard by rumor a
freak storm has arisen in Kyngfeld, blanketing the town Calvert and
surrounding territory in several feet of snow. This, combined with
Tesarik One: nearly arctic temperatures has virtually cut the town off from
civilization. We of course evacuated the area but some residents were unable
or unwilling to leave. We lost contact with them three days
Tesarik One: ago. Our mages have confirmed this storm is not a natural act
of nature and is caused by supernatural means. We need you to go in there,
find out what's causing this tragedy and put a stop to it if
Tesarik One: you can."
Tesarik One: Artemis lowered herself into one of the fancy chairs, and
pretended to be as fancy as the chair by crossing her legs and putting her
hands just so, with an uptilt of her head. She spoke with a weird accent,
trying to be all noble,
Tesarik One: "Please go on."
RageofNocturne: :: Seeing the chairs and the man he would step over to sit
down and would in the meantime take a couple precautions. He would first have
a layer of moss grow over his body to absorb any damage he might take
tonight. Then grant himse
Connor Sleight: Connor pursed his lips together and raised one brow,
listening to the man speak and describe the situation. Whenever Artemis spoke
up, she gained the attention of the rogue but only for a short span of time.
"Is reality just an
psionic wanderer: Oh good. An introduction. He had heard enough people
talking that he was fairly certain he had figured out what part of that mess
was the man's name, at least. Well, he looked as if he was paying attention
and understanding to be
imperfect exhale: Eyes skittered around the interior of the parlor before
settling on the chairs: if this was going to take more than a moment it'd be
a good idea to rest up when she could, after all may not have a chance to sit
down for a
psionic wanderer: polite. Hopefully he wasn't going to be asked any
questions.
RageofNocturne: lf the ability to fly followed by tossing the bear from his
hands turning it into its spear form and animating it before he grasped it in
his hands and set the end of the spear on the ground between his feet-D-
(spells: Moss, Fly, A
grim expectation: None of the chairs in the room really would have been all
that comfortable with the large wings restings upon her back so Naaria chose
to stand as the Patrician started to speak. Her arms crossed over the
leather chestpiece she had
RageofNocturne: nimate used- 3 of 15 spells per quest used)
SwordOfAtrophy: He sat on the arm of the chair all creeper like, because
stumbling around a strange room would likely cause more of a distraction.
Though nearly falling over was pretty silly as well. Which he almost did.
Connor Sleight: unstable guideline for this world..? Have there been any
threats? Rumors of treasures lost or found centering around Calvert? Do you
believe this to be the work of a guild of mages or perhaps more so a creature
creating a nesting
imperfect exhale: while! Dropping down into the offered seat, legs were
thrown over the side as she relaxed back and listened to what the man had to
say, attempting to focus her full attention on his words. [d]
Connor Sleight: ground for itself?"[d]
Tesarik One: "No threats I am aware of, and no rumors of anything. It is a
farming community, and as wealthy as any other area of Kyngfeld. Due to the
severity of the storm we are unable to teleport you in,
Tesarik One: however we have made available winter equipment for you if you
need it. You will also be provided with a magic pigeon rings to send messages
back to me and a horse drawn carriage fully equipped to handle
Tesarik One: the winter conditions."
Connor Sleight: "Carriages in three feet of snow move nowhere... Or did you
mean sleds?"
Tesarik One: "I do not know, I am sorry I don't have more information, sir."
The Patrician bowed hsi head a bit to Connor, and sighed.
grim expectation: on while she waited for him to get to the point really.
Hearing one of her teammates speak up to ask questions, she decided to keep
her thoughts quiet for now so that the man wasn't bombarded. Was only
polite.
Tesarik One: "It is a carriage but has adjustments that can be made when you
hit the snow."
Tesarik One: A few of the maids haul in some boxes that contain cold weather
clothing, rings of cold resistance, snowshoes, goggles and hats and the like.
Connor Sleight: "Ah, well then... I know I will require outfitting for the
winter.." He had only but stepped off of a boat not five days ago.
grim expectation: When he seemed to be done, she turned towards the older
male. "Thank you for all that you are offering. Have you sent anyone else
that we should be looking out for or solely the cause?"
Tesarik One: "Now I am prepared to offer you a substantial amount of gold
each for your assistance in this matter as well as letting you keep all
equipment issued to you including the ring of cold resistance."
Tesarik One: "We have sent in the Citizen Guard, not all have returned. We
tried to evacuate as much of the area as we could. Our Guard are fine for
such things, but figuring out why...that is why we need you."
psionic wanderer: Oh hey, cold weather clothing! He looked through the boxes
and found some stuff that fit him. He didn't need goggles or a hat, so much,
but some sort of cloak in case his suit wasn't as protective as he'd want and
snowshoes would be
psionic wanderer: right proper. Hopefully that was why it'd been brought in.
The rings...what? He picked one up and eyed it a moment.
Tesarik One: "I assume you all are familiar with these type of situations,
but as an added measure of security I will be sending one of our Land Guard
with you, Master Sergeant William Donavan along to supervise
Tesarik One: the situation and report any major breakthroughs to me. He is
however only a advisor, and the best course of action will be left up to
you."
imperfect exhale: "So kind." Broad grin was flashed at the Patrician, ong
legs swinging back over the arm of the chair so that she could rise from her
seat and select gears necessary to keeping her ass from freezing off;
removing the plush coat and
grim expectation: Naaria eyed the snowshoes almost disdainfully. "Never
hurts to ask if we need to find someone." A nod given as she heard they would
have an escort. "Is it a storm - harsh winds and snow drifts or just an area
of cold?"
grim expectation: still a storm*
RageofNocturne: :: Ohh cool. --he said and got up letting his spear float
along beside him as he looked to the boxes and looked over them and well
ofcoarse the clothing was taken to be pulled over what he already wore then a
ring was picked out and
imperfect exhale: ensuring that she was fully equipped before shrugging it
back on, ears still taking note of the additional conversation flowing
around. [d]
Tesarik One: Artemis hopped up and went to the box and began to rummage to
find a winter cloak, and some fur to put over her shoes, and snowshoes and
some goggles just in case. She took the ring and held it up, then got another
for her brother.
Connor Sleight: Well, the sharkskin tunic and pants were tugged off right
after he slipped his boots off. The dragon encirlcing a sword tattooed upon
his back revealed his family's line, but not likely anyone knew of it.
Without hesitation he had
SwordOfAtrophy: Oh joy a handler. Ah well, he supposed it was better than
some he'd had. He snagged a ring, and a hat to cover his ears, his eyes were
already bandaged. The man mentioned snowshoes, but once he felt what they
were, he disregarded
SwordOfAtrophy: them. He.. wasn't going to get them on and off by himself.
Tesarik One: She saw Dashiell eyeing the ring and remembered from last meet
he could not speak to them so she pointed to the ring, and then made like she
was shivering, and then pointed to the ring and went "Ahhhh". Maybe he'd
understand.
RageofNocturne: he slid it on. Then a set of goggles and hat was picked out
which he put on aswell-- Alright! Nice and warm now! --he said and then
foated off the floor and would grab his spear and sit upon it to ride
along-D-
Tesarik One: "Apollo, want some snowshoes and a fur coat?"
Connor Sleight: acted. Don't worry, the Rogue believed in underwear.
Especially when wearing sharkskin. Fur-lined breeches, heavy cotton shirt and
fur-lined jacket adorned, goggles placed upon his head, ring set to his
finger and boots back on his
psionic wanderer: Well, everyone was taking a ring, so he figured they must
be important. He fiddled with his wrist until there was a click, then tugged
off his glove so he could put it on. He did catch Artemis pointing and
watched, then furrowed his
SwordOfAtrophy: "I suppose I'll take a coat.. I don't know how I'm going to
get those shoe things on..."
psionic wanderer: brow and gave another thumbs up. He didn't see what a ring
would do to help with the cold, but there were crazy new age types where he
was from, maybe this was one of those situations! He slipped the ring on his
finger, then affixed
imperfect exhale: Low whistle escaped as various of age people were
stripping down. Heck even if they weren't stripping down: no harm in
appreciating the scenery in a non invasive manner. [d]
Tesarik One: "MAKES YOU WARM" she said to Dashiell because raising your
voice made people understand better, right?
psionic wanderer: his glove back to the rest of his suit.
grim expectation: Naaria never knew when she was going to need to be on the
ground so eventually she grasped a pair to tie off to her waist. Snickering
as Artemis once again tried communciation with Dashiell. Obviously she
should have just given
Tesarik One: She brought the stuff back to Apollo, and pulled a hat down on
her head, the kind that covered one's ears. Cute.
Connor Sleight: feet, he was ready. His other clothes were tucked away into
his pack and a pair of snow shoes were picked up for use later. Connor moved
on out of the parlor and headed for the carriage to drop off what he toted
for the time being.
grim expectation: him a helmet of comprehend languages. If anyone ever
needed one.. it was that guy. Grasping everything but a jacket, she moved
over to the side to affix the various items over her head. Being careful of
her braided hair and ears
Tesarik One: "Donovan will meet you all out front with the carriage. If you
have no more questions, you are welcome to leave at your leisure."
RageofNocturne: :: Seeing Naaria also take some of the shoes he would shrug
a bit then took a pair just incase. Better safe than sorry right?-D-
psionic wanderer: It'd be funny, because he'd even confuse Raufak if they
tried to communicate. Probably send the poor half orc into fits trying to
figure out what the hell he was speaking.
Tesarik One: She slung the snowshoes over a shoulder, and then took the
cloak she'd put on back off. It was hot. They weren't in the snow yet. She
waited for Apollo to put on anything or grab his stuff and then led him
around the furniture and
Tesarik One: out into the big hall, and then out the front door where the
carriage awaited them.
grim expectation: as the strange goggled were placed upon her head and then
followed by a hat. It wasn't needed but precautions were always good.
Especially when one is being watched. Letting a shiver slide down her back a
little bit before she
grim expectation: moved towards the door with one or two of the others.
"Thank you for everything, High Citizen. We shall return soon... hopefully."

psionic wanderer: He slung the cloak over himself after affixing the
showshoes to his back, since it wasn't as if his rifle was working yet. He
really needed to drag his friend along with him on one of these things to
tell him what was going on. Just
imperfect exhale: Little wave was given to the old guy, Smoke following the
others as they moved on out. [d]
Tesarik One: Outside, at the back of the large carriage was a shaggy haired,
bearded blonde man who was checking an armored case. It was padlocked. He
looked over as people started to come out of Ferguson's home and gave them a
wave.
SwordOfAtrophy: Tromp, tromp, tromp, he followed Artemis around and outside.
Being that they weren't in the snow yet, he was starting to sweat a bit, but
nobody heard the grumble (brb a min)
psionic wanderer: the briefings from Maria were nice, but they didn't give
him the full picture! He waved to the fella who'd given them stuff, and
headed on out, then looked to the shaggy guy checking on some sorta case and
waved back when waved to.
psionic wanderer: (brb myself)
RageofNocturne: :: Yea, we will be back as soon as possible. Hopefully with
an answer as to why this is all going on. --he said then looked to the others
and followed them outside floating along on his spear moving over towards the
bearded guy-- He
RageofNocturne: y there.-D-
Tesarik One: "Go ahead and find a spot inside the carriage, we'll be leaving
as soon as we get everyone in and ready."
Tesarik One: He rechecked the armored case, before moving away from it.
Connor Sleight: Connor couldn't help himself but investigate the armored
case. Anything with a lock seemed like an unspoken challenge. Especially if
he could get into the chest with so many people around without being
noticed...
RageofNocturne: :: He would well then drop from his spear changing it into
its bear form and would climb in and take a seat waiting for the others-D-
Tesarik One: Donovan was keeping an eye on that box, but if you wanna try
some Stealth go for it!
grim expectation: Naaria looked at the armored case a moment and then the
man. "Is that something we should be worried about? And I wont' be riding
inside, mind if I ride on top?" Otherwise she would just fly. Reaching into
the bag on her side
Connor Sleight: It wasn't as if he was being direct in his study, either.. [
Stealth ]
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Connor Sleight: [ 26 ]
Tesarik One: "Alchemical equipment... if we need it..," he answered with a
furrowed brow towards Naaria.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
imperfect exhale: "As you say sweetling!" Rumerian tones were released with
a little wave, the woman taking the carriage based invitation and making
herself as comfortable as she could, given that she was dressed for cold
weather and all. Ah well. [d
psionic wanderer: He climbed on into the carriage and removed the snowshoes
from his back to just set them aside, since leaning on them wouldn't be fun.
And then he started looking for a seat belt of some sort. Poor guy.
Tesarik One: Donovan does not notice Connor checking it out. It's 4x2x3 and
has a padlock on it.
grim expectation: she pulled out a glass ball that looked like a grapefruit
to hold into her hand. The look she gave Donovan was one that said she
didn't believe him but she moved over towards Artemis anyway and held out the
glass orb. "Here.. take
grim expectation: this. Since I won't be riding inside, this will help you
see all that I see when we get closer to the area without you guys having to
be outside just yet."
Tesarik One: Donovan stared at her a moment, brow lifting, then shrugged,
"If you want to ride on top, that is your choice." He sounded a little ..
off.. as if he didn't quite trust the group as much as the High Patrician
did.
Connor Sleight: And he rightly shouldn't.
grim expectation: "I do.. having wings in a carriage is painful. Thank
you." The look she gave him said that should have been obvious.
Tesarik One: "Alright." She took the orb and then helped Apollo into the
carriage, and got in herself. She put her pack down between her feet, and
looked over at Dashiell, "What are you looking for?"
Tesarik One: He tilted his head, and then nodded. Yes, it should have been
obvious. He had a lot on his mind.
SwordOfAtrophy: "She has wings?" He said before he was shoved into a
carriage. Plop, he found a seat, hopefully one unoccupied.
Connor Sleight: [Knowledge: Arcane]
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Connor Sleight: [ 34 ]
RageofNocturne: :: Looking to the orb he would blink and tilt his head-- Ohh
cool we can see what she sees? --he asked staring at the orb with wonder-D-
psionic wanderer: Oh, was he being spoken to? He looked to Artemis and
tilted his head. He could tell it was a question. Probably 'what the hell are
you doing, idiot?' He didn't know how to mime what he was looking for, so he
just shrugged.
Tesarik One: "Yes, she's got wings. Lovely wings." She glanced over at
Dashiell again, and frowned, but then just sighed and leaned back, putting
her heels on the edge of the seat. She was young and flexible. "Let's get
this fucker moving!" she
Tesarik One: shouted out a window.
Connor Sleight: Connor finally loaded himself into the carriage once
everyone had found their seating. One hand rubbed idly at his chin as he
contemplated the situation before him.
grim expectation: The rest of her crystalline mask was put in place and the
goggles fit over it easily enough as she moved away from the group and then
pushed off the ground to hop up onto the top of the carriage where she
managed to find a spot she
grim expectation: could rest comfortably and have no fear of falling or
putting her foot through the roof. Though.. it was too bad she couldn't pick
a lock.
SwordOfAtrophy: "No wonder you were turned down for prissy boarding school."
Not that he didn't appreciate his sister's demeanor, but he was an annoying
little brother, annoying her was his job.
Tesarik One: Donovan hopped on the front of the carriage and picked up the
reins, waiting for everyone to get in and settle down. Once they were all
packed in, the door was closed by one of the servants and Donovan urged the
horses to begin to
OnlineHost: Kenshin Hiwitari has entered the room.
Connor Sleight: "They know more than what they're leading on with.." The
Rogue spoke softly. "That case is near inpenetrable with a three sigil
warding upon the lock..."
Tesarik One: move. It is in the middle of summer here... all packed into
the carriage you feel sweltering heat, perhaps even start to sweat a bit
(esp. if you are wearing those winter clothes!). You may even wonder how snow
can exist in weather
Tesarik One: like this in the middle of summer! You ride for about an
hour..... roll Spot.
imperfect exhale: Eyes widened slightly. She didn't know what 'three sigil
warding' meant precisely, but she could realise the implications. "...mmm."
[d]
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: "....Really." She rubbed her hands together, wanting very badly
to break into it as well. But magic wasn't her thing. She'd smash it if she
couldn't pick it.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Doesn't surprise me, the master rarely tells the hounds
everything about their hunt." Paranoid ramblings? Maybe.
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
imperfect exhale: (( 5, +5 alert, +5p = 15 ))
Connor Sleight: [ 25 ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
grim expectation: [ +3 per, + 5 alert = 27 ]
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
OnlineHost: Kenshin Hiwitari has left the room.
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
psionic wanderer: (+2 per, +5 alert = 22)
RageofNocturne: +5= 14))
SwordOfAtrophy: (2 per, 5 alert, blindsense) = 9 if Listen matters
Tesarik One: +6 = 8
RageofNocturne: :: Ohh boy was this kid sweating....and sweating alot! Maybe
he was a bit overly ambitious putting on the clothes but....it would pay off
later right?-D-
grim expectation: yeah when the sweat sticks to your body.
Connor Sleight: Elves don't sweat. They blame the stench on humans.
psionic wanderer: Not if all his sweat froze and encased him in gross ice.
Tesarik One: 17+ notice dark clouds looming on the horizon as if a
thunderstorm gathering force. But this is more whitish gray than black. 22+
notice that it is not moving at all. As in, it's centered over about a 50
mile area ahead of you all.
Tesarik One: Apollo doesn't really notice anything or hear anything of note.
psionic wanderer: He was a bit warm himself, but he usually was. Surely the
cloak wasn't making it too much worse, but neither was it helping, so he had
removed it and stuffed it next to the snowshoes. And then he saw the clouds
after a good while
psionic wanderer: and figured it wasn't a bad idea to put it back on!
RageofNocturne: :: As they continued with the ride he would lean against the
side of the carriage and shut his eyes yup falling asleep during the ride.
Heck he even would fall the other way leaning onto whomever had sat beside
him-D-
Tesarik One: The sky overhead of you all is bright and sunny, and the slight
breeze of the carriage moving fights the unending battle against the heat.
Heavy horse shoes, and oversized wagon wheels bump along the road at 12mph.
imperfect exhale: Smoke ended up being more interested in the contents of
her flask than anything going on outside, so she missed all the interesting
scenery. With any luck the temperature would drop gradually the closer they
got .. but until then
Tesarik One: "I like teleporting better," she mumbled.
grim expectation: Naaria saw the clouds from far away and took that as a
good sign for her to gain altitude. She wanted to know if she would be able
to fly up ahead and to do that she needed to scout a bit. Her feet pressed
against the carriage and
psionic wanderer: He reached into his pack and removed his thermos of
coffee, then opened it up and had a good drink from it as well, hot or no.
He'd started to feel sluggish about ten minutes after his last drink, after
all, but he was rationing it
psionic wanderer: in case he needed a hot beverage.
imperfect exhale: she'd be sweating her tits off. Metaphorically speaking.
"I completely agree ..." Words were spoken in response to Artemis' sentiment,
usually a lot more comfortable than this! She considered removing a few
layers but .. what if
Tesarik One: She sniffed and glanced over to the drink that the others had.
Smoke's she couldn't smell very much but she could smell the coffee. She
leaned over a little more and pointed to it, "Can I try?"
grim expectation: she pushed off to gain a few feet into the air so that
she could get a better view of what was to come. The projection orb turning
on inside the carriage as she took a better look. [Eyes of the Raptor : 3
miles as if they are
grim expectation: 20yds[
imperfect exhale: they reached their destination right then? Siiiiggh. [d]
Tesarik One: "HEY, this thing turned on!" She looked at the orb in her lap
and leaned back, forgetting about Dash's coffee. She held it up so that the
others could see.
psionic wanderer: He looked to the thermos, then the lady with a somewhat
wounded look. At least it wasn't a 'you'll need to pry it from my cold, dead
hands' look. He held his fingers just a wee bit apart, then offered it. And
then the orb turned on?
psionic wanderer: He looked.
Tesarik One: Naaria sees the storm ahead, never moving, centered over a
large area. She can also see down the road, that the fields have begun to
die. It takes a good 20 or 30 minutes before those in the carriage can look
out and see the change
RageofNocturne: :: At the yell of HEY he would sit up-- I was Awake!! --he
shouted and looked around at the others then looked to the orb-D-
imperfect exhale: Attention shifted to the orb in the other woman's lap
curiously in case anything interesting was going on within the glass.
Marvellous item that. [d]
psionic wanderer: (brb)
Tesarik One: though, but you can see it in Naaria's globe. The grass changes
from green to an unhealthy yellow, the fields showing sign of frostbite. The
once sweltering air turns to the coolness of a late autumn breeze. Naaria,
after
Connor Sleight: Connor shed his jacket, she his shirt and shed his boots.
The ring would provide long enough for him to redress.
Tesarik One: about 10 minutes you can see snowflakes starting to fall down
the road.
Tesarik One: She waved off Dash's thermos for the moment, too intent on
watching the stuff going on in the ball.
grim expectation: For a brief moment they would notice her checking on them
and then she would move forward once she was at a good height to get closer.
Allowing them to see the damage from on high as she got closer to the storm.
Her fingers
Tesarik One: When you all reach the snow falling, the oil heater rigged up
to the carriage turns on and begins to heat the inside of the carriage.
Donovan yells to you all to close the windows, because the cold is bitter and
biting suddenly. The
grim expectation: reaching for the insignia hidden on the inside of her
boustier. "Its' a different world out here.." Naaria happy for her Ring of
Exploration as it kept her warm in the high elevation.
Tesarik One: road ahead, Naaria, is obscured by an all-out blizzard. The
carriage's speed is reduced to a crawl as the carriage is buffeted by harsh
arctic winds. Donovan stops and soon the carriage is moving a bit faster,
he's done something to
SwordOfAtrophy: It was definitely getting nippy inside the carriage, so at
least he would stop sweating. He had little choice but to sit in reflection
as everyone eyeballed the wonder. He didn't need anyone to describe what was
being seen, only
SwordOfAtrophy: inform him of things he needed to know.
Tesarik One: the wheels (magic carriage, wheels are now sleds).
RageofNocturne: :: Well with the heater coming on he would make a face and
would well scramble. Yes he did scramble over the others to the door to well
rush outside! Because the heater coming on was the last straw for him he
would rather face it ou
RageofNocturne: tside!. Once outside and flying he would close the door
again then would fly up onto the top of the carriage and looked around-D-
Tesarik One: Naaria, and Harlequin, you'll need to make Fly checks in the
blizzard.
Tesarik One: Unless you have a spell that allows you to fly in harsh weather
without checks.
imperfect exhale: "Careful darling!" Partially amused at the sudden dash out
the door, she'd nevertheless reach over and close the nearest window to her
as asked by Donovan. Didn't want to get stuck with the bill for wrecking the
interior of the
Tesarik One: Fly would be an Athletics check.
Tesarik One: STR based.
imperfect exhale: carriage if any snow got in, even though the cold winds
were refreshing .. up until the point they got nasty anyway. [d]
Connor Sleight: Well, it was time to get dressed again. Once his boots were
back on, he did his part to close one of the windows before pulling on the
shirt and jacket once more. Well, he had to do one more thing. Connor opened
the door and shouted
grim expectation: As soon as she got on the edge of the blizzard, Naaria
hissed through her teeth and finally let go of her advantage. Just before
the orb turned off they would notice her intent on coming back to the
carriage and then the sound of
Connor Sleight: up at the man driving the carriage. "HOW FAR DO YOU INTEND
TO TAKE US?"
grim expectation: her landing on top as she wrapped her wings back around
her and nodded to King. "You should get off that thing and just sit!"
Tesarik One: "All the way if I can..." Donovan shouted down to them. "What
the hell...." He tugged the horses to a stop and tried to peer ahead of them.
He looked over to Naaria, "Can you see what's going on ahead?"
RageofNocturne: :: He would look to Naaria because well his spear was back
in bear form from when he had entered the carriage and he was standing on the
roof right now but at the words he would sit down and would grab onto the
railing while he held
Tesarik One: Naaria roll a Spot, Harlequin you can as well if you didn't fly
off into the nether from the wind.
RageofNocturne: his bear in the other-D-
grim expectation: She looked over to Donovan with a chuckle. "You mean the
lovely blizzard weather we have going on?" Then she let herself take another
look so she could tell him true without sass.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
grim expectation: [ + 10 = 21 ]
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
RageofNocturne: +5= 23))
Tesarik One: "Well, there's supposed to be a bridge ahead of us, but
...something isn't right. I can't tell if it's there."
RageofNocturne: :: As he sat there he would look around and narrowed his
eyes straining the use of his eyes of the dragon-- Hey there is a Ravine up
ahead!-D-
Tesarik One: "No shit. But is there a bridge?" He glanced back at them,
through his goggles he'd lowered.
Tesarik One: She was getting restless. Too much time cooped up in the
carriage. She lowered the window and knelt on the seat and stuck her head
out, "What's going on?"
RageofNocturne: :: I dont know. --he said looking to the man and blinked a
bit-D-
grim expectation: "I don't see the bridge.. only the ravine. One second."
And with that she pushed off to get a little higher again. Fighting the snow
around here as she took a second to look a little harder with the vantage
[Eyes of the raptor}
Tesarik One: "It's damn cold." she poked herself back in, and slammed the
window shut, shivering. Cloak was put back in about then.
psionic wanderer: (Sorry, nieces are here, I'm still afk)
Tesarik One: (awwww tell them I said hi!)
Connor Sleight: The door was closed after hearing the bits of conversation
they were having. Only now, the Rogue pulled himself up on top of the
carriage to get a view of what the man was talking about. "Are you off
track?"
psionic wanderer: But if it was getting cold, Dashiell not only put his
cloak back on, but he hit a thing near his neck and with a little whoosh
noise the mask part of his helmet snapped into place! Safe. (I will!)
grim expectation: Naaria flew back down a little faster than she had wanted
to and then came to a rough stop, not her most graceful landing. "There is
NO bridge. Lots of snow on the edge but NO bridge."
Tesarik One: Donovan looked down at his compass, and checked his map, and
shook his head, "No." He jumped off the carriage, and began to trudge ahead
through deep snow, and against biting wind.
Tesarik One: "There's supposed to be a bridge," he shouted over the wind.
Tesarik One: (If anyone would like to get out and do a search to see if you
can find the bridge / what happened to the bridge, you may)
grim expectation: Seeing him go trudging off, she turned on the orb for the
carriage and then went with the driver towards the edge. Grabbing her
Windcaller's Compass to make the wind around them decrease significantly so
it would be easier to see.
grim expectation: Then she took a look around because she wanted to see what
happened too.
grim expectation: [ Roll for Search? ]
Tesarik One: "Apollo, stay in this carriage..." she gave him a kiss on the
cheek, then worked her way out of the carriage.
Tesarik One: Yes please.
RageofNocturne: :: He would climb down and would get the snowshoes on then
would walk around to go looking for the bridge aswell. -D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
grim expectation: Reaching into her bag she grasped the staff of aspects to
activate the Falcon (+3 per checks) and then began to look down into the
ravine.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
SwordOfAtrophy: Well he didn't want to end in a ravine, but he still made a
smartass remark to her. "Yes, master."
imperfect exhale: Smoke remained focused on the orb, trying to make sense of
what was going on within the glass before she sat up a little. The bridge was
gone? That .. obviously wasn't good. She'd slide out of the carriage and
bolster herself
RageofNocturne: +5 investigator= 21 search))
grim expectation: [ +11 = 21 ]
grim expectation: ( 3 per, 3 staff 5 investigator )
imperfect exhale: against the winds, peering through the goggles as she
moved to try and figure out .. what exactly? Where the bridge used to be,
what might have happened to it .. anything that stood out really. [d]
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
imperfect exhale: (( 14, +5p, +5 investigator = 24 ))
Tesarik One: One moment, IM's coming.
Tesarik One: Ok.
imperfect exhale: "Oh .. well this clearly isn't good." Vague mutter was
released from her lips as mittened hands worked the snow, pushing it aside
and trying to keep it gone. A bit of tugging and she'd have some wood in her
hands, clearly burned,
imperfect exhale: lifted up to illustrate. "BRIDGE BURNED." In case she
needed to shout over the winds .. if not well .. she'd apologise later maybe.
[d]
grim expectation: Naaria saw the same piece as Smoke and moved to try to
help before she heard the scream. Letting out a chuckle, she turned towards
Donovan and just gave him a meaningful look. "It looks like there is more
going on than you let us
grim expectation: know. Now would be a good time to share."
RageofNocturne: :: Hmm.... --he would pick up bits of the burnt wood then
would look at the Ravine and would think then would use his Insignia-- Maybe
i can use a spell to get us over. I know one called Moonbridge-D-
imperfect exhale: "Mmmm .. is that so darling?" She'd speak up as she moved
closer to Naaria, eyeing up the carriage driver. She'd wait as the winged one
engaged him, attempting to read the mans bodylanguage as well as she could
given that he was
imperfect exhale: heavily dressed, likely muffling any of his 'tells' if he
had any. (( insight check if allowed? ))
psionic wanderer: (okay back)
grim expectation: ( wb )
psionic wanderer: (ty)
Tesarik One: "I am not sure what you mean. I honestly have no idea what is
going on. That is apparently why the High Patrician hired you all." He
frowned, and took the bit of wood and then tossed it down and looked left and
then right.
Tesarik One: (You may roll insight)
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
imperfect exhale: (( 17, +5p, +5 incredible insight, +5 investigator = 32 ))
grim expectation: "Are you sure? You obviously thought we might need
alchemical supplies which means something is going on that wasn't explained
to me at least. Unless that's standard issue for all High Patrician carriages
these days." It hadn't
grim expectation: been when she lived here.
Tesarik One: "Oh... " he frowned, "is that what is bothering you? It is very
expensive supplies, that the High Patrician does not wish to be used unless
absolutely necessary. He is not as wealthy as he might seem. You might have
noticed, the
psionic wanderer: Well if the carriage was stopped, he wasn't staying cooped
up in it. He climbed out of the carriage as well, and then there was a pop
and a brief hiss from his side. He let out a curt, one-syllable noise that
didn't sound quite
Tesarik One: things in his home are not ..new... he is stingy, I say that
with respect of course."
grim expectation: Naaria reached for her insignia to signal to King they
would be with him in a moment. And yes she was aware it just looked like she
was playing with her own breast considering the thing was hidden but she was
waiting for Donovan to
grim expectation: explain himself.
psionic wanderer: right, mostly because it was emitted from somewhere
between his throat and his chest, then tugged off his pack and rifled through
it a bit.
imperfect exhale: I think he's telling the truth darling, I could be wrong
but that's my feeling .. Message was sent via the OH Ring she forgot she had!
RageofNocturne: :: Well....if everyone is good at heart we should be find
with my bridge. But if any of you are bad and evil, well just let me know
otherwise...well you might fall to your death. --he said and would decide to
use his spell to create
Tesarik One: (So you all need to decide what to do. Harlequin has offered a
spell to get across. You can also roll Knowledge (Geography) or (local) or
(Kyngfeld region) if you like to find an alternate route.
imperfect exhale: insignia**
Tesarik One: She was outside, thankfully the ring of cold resistance made it
easier to deal with the cold and the cloak was nice too. She just stood
there, staring, arms folded.
SwordOfAtrophy: He was in the carriage, twiddling his thumbs. Ho hum.
RageofNocturne: a bridge made of moonlight-D- (Spell: Moonbridge: any of
good alignment may pass. Neutral alignment must stay in direct contact with
Harlequin to pass. Evil cannot pass. 5 of 15 spells used)
Tesarik One: "I'm definitely not good at heart." She grinned. (chaotic
neutral)
Tesarik One: (If you stay in contact with the carriage, I'll allow it to
pass regardless of anyone's alignment)
Connor Sleight: [Chaotic Neutral] "Suppose we just strap him to the
carriage?"
RageofNocturne: :: Alright...well the bridge is up....maybe if i sit on the
carriage as it passes we should be fine. --he said and would go back to the
carriage and climb up and sat upon it putting his bear inside his coat then
would grab the raili
Tesarik One: (how long is your moonbridge?)
Connor Sleight: [ Knowledge Geography, untrained, Loremaster and Voracious
Reader ]
grim expectation: Naaria looked at the moonbridge andthen at Donovan with a
nod of her head. "Fine.. then why in the seven hells did someone burn this
bridge I wonder."
RageofNocturne: ngs with both hands-D-
Connor Sleight: [Locked up?]
RageofNocturne: well his spell range is 50 feet but the spell itself does
not give a distance it can cover)
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Connor Sleight: [ 14 ]
psionic wanderer: He produced a roll from his pack, scraped at part of it
until it peeled off, then tugged a strip free, pinched it at the end close to
the roll and tore it off, then slapped the lighter side to his side and
rubbed his hand along it
psionic wanderer: and the greyish stuff stuck down. He put the roll down,
then lifted his arm and tapped at his wrist, which lit up with some readings.
He made sure they seemed okay, then put the duct tape away and shouldered his
pack again, slowing
psionic wanderer: his breathing down a bit to try and calm himself.
imperfect exhale: Smoke kind of smirked a little and shrugged her shoulders
in a non commital fashion. She wasn't about to incriminate herself, a wink
given as she slipped back to the carriage, though waited until the others
were ready before she
Tesarik One: Connor, you aren't quite sure which would be a good alternate
path. But that's ok because if Harlequin is on the carriage, everyone can go
across the moonbridge. Donovan hops back on and waits for everyone to get
back on (or walk
imperfect exhale: made a move to get inside. With the storm being as wild as
it was, she wasn't completely confident in her ability to get across. [d]
Tesarik One: across) and gets ready to go across. He's a little hesitant....
magic.... "Well, here goes nothing. If it doesn't work we'll all end up dead
in the ravine I guess."
grim expectation: Naaria was flying..
SwordOfAtrophy: "Wait... what?"
RageofNocturne: :: We shouldnt so long as im holding onto the carriage
aswell.-D-
Connor Sleight: Connor was standing on top of the carriage, ready to jump
off at any time.
psionic wanderer: Well then. What was going on? They were about to go across
a bridge of moonlight? He...wasn't quite sure of the idea of getting back in
the carriage. He'd wait and see what happened, then follow it, maybe? If the
moonlight
psionic wanderer: disappeared, however, then what? Hm.
Tesarik One: She was back in the carriage, not sure about all that "good at
heart" nonsense the boy was spouting about the bridge. She huddled up next to
Apollo and began to pray to Rao. It was a good thing Rao was handsome, she
wouldn't mind
psionic wanderer: Well...may as well try it. He hopped onto the back of the
carriage and hung on, he wasn't getting back in.
Tesarik One: meeting him. "Rao, I may be coming to you, so get ready for
some lovin'..." she prayed.
grim expectation: Artemis.. was such an interestin person.
Tesarik One: He got the poor horses to start moving again, and began to move
across the moonbridge. The horses... as expected ... weren't quite happy
going on the moonbridge but they were very well trained and with urging from
Donovan, began to
Tesarik One: slowly go across. The wind blasted at the carriage, rocking it,
as they went across.
SwordOfAtrophy: He instinctively put his arm around his sister. He didn't
believe in Rao, for his own reasons, nor did he care about meeting him, but
well, she did, so he said nothing.
imperfect exhale: Smoke fervently hoped that the carriage wouldn't get
knocked off the bridge .. flask was attained and nearly drained, taking the
edge off for the time being. [d]
RageofNocturne: :: Comeon....work this time.. --he said to himself as he
held onto the carriage-D-
imperfect exhale: She would be rather glad she couldn't hear Harlequin at
the moment, professing doubt in his own spell wouldn't have helped her nerves
any! [d]
Tesarik One: ........ Did anyone hear that? Maybe someone outside.
Thankfully, Donovan did not hear it, he was too busy yelling at th ehorses to
keep moving. And across the moonbridge they went, and soon were on the snowy
ground on the other
Tesarik One: side.
grim expectation: Naaria made sure that she was close enough to the carriage
that the effect of the Windcaller's Compass would work for the carriage too.
That should help with the horses.. right?
Tesarik One: Yes, yes indeed!
grim expectation: She'd hate to have to go back and be like.. I watched them
die.
RageofNocturne: :: Once they were off the bridge he would lift his hands off
the carriage-- Yes! I cant believe it worked!!-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: "....Wait... what?"
Tesarik One: You all travel along the road slowly even with the sled wheels,
but soon enough there might be something to see up ahead. Everyone looking
outside roll a Spot.
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
Connor Sleight: [ Nine. ]
Tesarik One: "...." Donovan looked over at the kid and frowned.
grim expectation: At which point, Naaria pointed at the kid. "You! That's
so not.. nice." She pointed at him again and then moved to look around.
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
psionic wanderer: They got off the carriage? Then he climbed up to the top
of the carriage so he could have a better view.
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
grim expectation: [ + 11 = 19 ]
RageofNocturne: +5= 9)
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
imperfect exhale: (( 16, +5p, +5 alert = 26 ))
psionic wanderer: (18)
Tesarik One: +6 = 24
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
SwordOfAtrophy: (9, Listen)
RageofNocturne: :: What? --he asked Naaria-- I said i knew a spell...not
that i was a master of it or anything like that.-D-
Tesarik One: 20+ notice a log cabin set about 50 or so feet off the road.
there is smoke curling from the chimney.
grim expectation: "If they ask me to drag you by your neck really high.. I
just might.. Not cool." And then she went back to looking around.
psionic wanderer: Well sometimes it was good to not understand their
language.
Tesarik One: 25+ notice the door to the cabin is hanging open connected by
one hinge.
Tesarik One: "Hey, a cabin! Should we stop?" She peered out the window and
then looked to the others.
grim expectation: "A cabin?" She hadn't seen the cabin but it may have been
her distraction with the boy. Moving a little higher she looked to see what
was going on. "Donovan do you know the people who live around here?"
RageofNocturne: :: For what? I didnt do anything wrong. If i didnt help we
would still be on the otherside right about now. We are just....very lucky we
didnt only make it half way like what happened before when i used that
spell.-D-
psionic wanderer: He didn't see it. He did smack the side of his helmet a
few times, then sighed. At least he turned his speaker off so they wouldn't
hear the sigh unless their hearing was stupid good.
imperfect exhale: "Mmm .. no harm in it." Perhaps there would be further
information to be had inside, people or traces or if they were extra lucky,
the perpetrator to be caught red handed in the act! [d]
Tesarik One: "No, not personally. It is probably one of the many farmhouses.
Do you all wish to stop or keep pushing to the town?"
Tesarik One: He pulled the horses and began to move towards the cabin,
stopping as soon as he spied the door. He hopped off, and began to comfort
the horses, so that the others could check it out.
grim expectation: Naaria flew along side the carriage and then moved to get
closer towards the cabin itself, looking for any signs of recent activity.
Tesarik One: You all may get out / get off and explore the cabin if you
wish.
grim expectation: ( Spot/search? ]
Connor Sleight: Well, since the door was already open to the cabin, there
was no need for Connor. So he joined Donovan with thoughts of retrieving the
key to the lock box in the back. He'd wait until the wind blew back up, bump
and snag if he could
Tesarik One: The snow has blown too much on the outside to notice any tracks
or anything like that... but as you approach the front door, or what was the
front door, it now hangs on one hinge, you see claw marks on the inside of
the door. Please
Connor Sleight: but that was all in the timing.pd[
Tesarik One: roll a Search when you get inside.
RageofNocturne: :: He would look to the cabin and would pull out his bear
turning it back into spear form and would then hop down from the carriage and
would step away from it as he got closer to the cabin-D-
imperfect exhale: Once the carriage stopped, she'd swing herself out and
proceed to treck through the storms and to the cabin, slightly hunched over.
It was when she got closer that she saw the fact that the door was .. off its
hinges, which was
psionic wanderer: He went along with the others to go check out the cabin.
And upon seeing claws and the door on one hinge, he pulled his pistol before
stepping inside, and smacked the side of his helmet a couple more times
before having a look
psionic wanderer: around the place.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
imperfect exhale: never a good sign, then there were the claw marks .. hand
would hover around her hip in case she needed her sword, the woman stepping
inside hesitantly. [d]
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
imperfect exhale: (( 10, +5p, +5 investigator = 20 ))
grim expectation: Seeing nothing that would give them a clue beyond the
messed up front door. Landing down into the snow and letting her wings wrap
around her as tight as they could. Then she took one look inside and shook
her head. Her
psionic wanderer: (+2 perception, +5 investigator, +5 environmental
scanner/lens of scrutiny = 17)
Tesarik One: If you are Psionic, or Magical in any way, please IM me.
grim expectation: claustrophobia taking over as she backed away from the
door just continuing to shake. no no no.
Tesarik One: As far as the cabin goes, it's pretty small. Four rooms. One
bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen/living room and a pantry.
RageofNocturne: :: As the others entered he would then step inside and would
look around-D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Tesarik One: Anyone who wishes may also roll a Listen.
RageofNocturne: +5= 18 search)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
SwordOfAtrophy: (24)
grim expectation: LIsten.. listen she could do..
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
grim expectation: Or not.. [ +11 = 13 listen ]
RageofNocturne: Also Magical Affinity))
psionic wanderer: (+2 perception, +5 alert = 20)
grim expectation: ( king is magical.. *gasp* :D )
Tesarik One: Ok so Smoke got a 20 Search yes?
Tesarik One: You already saw the claw marks, but Smoke you notice the door
has definitely been busted from the inside. Everything inside the house seems
to be undisturbed though and in order. You do notice a heavy crossbow and a
quiver of bolts
Tesarik One: hanging on the wall between a set of deer heads.
Tesarik One: Dashiell you got 17 Search?
Tesarik One: And Harlequin got 18 search? making sure I got the rolls right.
psionic wanderer: (Yes)
psionic wanderer: (17 search here, 20 listen)
Tesarik One: Dashiell you find the pantry is stocked with fresh and dried
food, fully stocked in fact.
imperfect exhale: Eyes were squinted as she looked closer at the door,
tilted her head and finally pulled back. "Someone .. broke out in a hurry."
Which was .. weird .. why would you need to bash your door in from the
inside? Couldn't you just open
Tesarik One: Harlequin, you find a quarterstaff in a corner of the bedroom.
Tesarik One: Listen's...... 17+ hear howls of wolves in the distance through
the harsh winds.
psionic wanderer: "Food." Hey, it'd been a while, of course he learned more
than just 'no Common' in that time! He pointed. And then realized he hadn't
turned his external speaker back on. He hit the switch inside his helmet with
his chin, and then
psionic wanderer: came his slightly mechanically distorted voice. "Food."
imperfect exhale: it? She'd pull at the door a bit to see behind it better
in case it had been barred on that side. Otherwise .. why? Owners had keys!
And the fact that everything seemed completely undisturbed, plus the
weaponry. [d]
SwordOfAtrophy: "Do you hear that?" He asked Artemis. "The wolves are out.
Which is odd.. since it's so cold."
RageofNocturne: :: He would see the staff and step over and would reach out
and grab it before he would stop and swallow a bit-- Im
feeling.....unease....fear and hunger here....we shouldnt linger in here
long.-D-
Tesarik One: "Wolves? Oh dear." She was ponderous.... she was just kinda
looking around, and not really making any progress. She did step into the
cabin and hear "Food" come from Dashiell's mouth. She went and looked in and
grabbed some jerky
Tesarik One: and began to eat it. "Any whiskey?"
Tesarik One: Smoke are you taking the crossbow? Harlequin, you taking the
quarterstaff?
RageofNocturne: yes)
Tesarik One: "I'm feeling hunger myself."
psionic wanderer: Well it came from his speaker, anyway. Whoever designed
that should've mounted it closer to his mouth, but oh well. Maybe he could
rig something up when he got more funds for it! He thumbs upped her in
response to the question,
psionic wanderer: which hopefully she'd realize by now meant "I have no idea
what you said, but sure!"
imperfect exhale: (( mmm .. may as well carry it for now, if she finds the
owners maybe she'll return it :x ))
Tesarik One: She gave him a thumbs up in response and just grinned.
Tesarik One: Ok.
Tesarik One: You've been traveling all morning. It's about 2:30 or so in the
afternoon now. You all have a choice, you can stay here overnight, or keep
heading for the town.
Tesarik One: If you ask Donovan, he suggests to keep moving. But it is
ultimately up to you all.
RageofNocturne: :: No not just feeling hungry! Im saying this place those
senses are lingering in here along with fear and unease. -D-
RageofNocturne: brb)
Tesarik One: "Oh." She offered some of the jerky to P
Tesarik One: *to Apollo by waving it under his nose. She did like to
aggravate her brothers.
Tesarik One: "The place besides not having a door is pretty nice. The storm
is bad, though I doubt it's going to get better. Should we keep moving or
stay here for a bit?"
Connor Sleight: Connor was already sitting inside the carriage by now,
utilizing the onboard heater.
SwordOfAtrophy: He had no idea how bad any storm is, so he didn't bother to
add his two cents, he'd let Artemis decide. Though he gave her elbow a pinch
as he took the jerky she was waving about.
imperfect exhale: The thought of wolves on the prowl did not fill her with
confidence; she was more of a city person, and with that in mind she chose to
'borrow' the crossbow on the wall in case she was in a position to shoot
something and not have
Tesarik One: Well, he could feel the icy wind and hear it blowing so that
would tell even the blind man it was a bad storm!
grim expectation: "It's not night yet.. I say we get closer and we will
either find what we're looking for or maybe a better.. larger spot." Nari
added her two coppers worth to the room while she stayed outside. Small
cabin was not good for large
grim expectation: winged people! There were 8 of them after all
imperfect exhale: the bolt swallowed up by the monster storm. As for staying
or going .. she was on the fence, and would probably lean towards the
majority given that she felt as if she could keep going. [d]
Tesarik One: If they were leaving, she'd hop into the pantry again and take
some of the dried food, stuffing it into her pack. Who knows, it might save
their lives. She also absconded a bottle of whiskey. Then she grabbed Apollo
and dragged him
Tesarik One: towards the door. If Donovan thought they should leave, and
Naaria did as well, that was enough for her. Plus, Connor was already in the
carriage!
Tesarik One: Donovan was sitting on the carriage waiting for them. He'd
heard the wolves as well, and the horses were getting antsy. He stared at the
cabin as if willing them all to come out and get moving.
imperfect exhale: On she went to the carriage!
Tesarik One: So, keep moving!
psionic wanderer: He didn't take any of the food. Someone else might need
it, and he had a stash of his own! He went back to the carriage and got
inside this time, then retracted the mask part of his helmet long enough to
have another drink of coffee
Tesarik One: Good call, just to let you all know if you'd stayed the night,
the wolves would have killed the horses... stranding you.
grim expectation: Yes.. this she was happy with.. even though she hadn't
heard wolves or seen anything.. just the thought of finding finding a bigger
barn or something was enough to keep her wanting to go.
psionic wanderer: before whooshing it right back to keep the cold out.
RageofNocturne: back)
RageofNocturne: :: He would head back outsde and would then get to the
carriage and climbed back ontop of it-D-
Tesarik One: So, about 7:00pm ... yes the storm gets that bad... you all
pull into town. As you drive through Calvert, you'll see a few houses with
lights visible, but the street is absolutely deserted. The snow is very deep,
but as you pull to
Tesarik One: the inne, the lights inside seem bright and cheerful.
Tesarik One: (brb)
Tesarik One: (back)
Tesarik One: She'd fallen asleep, curled against Apollo, or whoever she'd
sat beside, or a mix of the two as the hours passed. She also downed the
entire bottle of whiskey in between sleeps before they arrived, and was
giggly. But warm, oh she
Tesarik One: was warm. In her sleep, she mumbled naughty things to Rao. She
had a thing for that god of death.
Tesarik One: Donovan jumps down and feeds the horses, dealing with them for
the time being. He figures the team will go in the inne and figure out if
anyone knows anything.
psionic wanderer: He finished off his thermos of coffee during that ride,
and by the time they got to the inne he was jonesing for some more! He felt
groggy, and it was a good thing he didn't know what anyone was saying or he'd
probably find it
imperfect exhale: A five hour or so carriage ride wasn't the most engaging
thing, and Smoke was glad when they arrived at what seemed to pass for
civilization, eyes brightening somewhat. A yawn released, she stretched out
her limbs as much as she
grim expectation: Naaria had decided to attach herself to the roof and
helped with seeing as best she could when Donovan needed it. Her compass and
her keeping the worst of the winds around them to a minimum but it was still
bad. Even the magic of
psionic wanderer: annoying. He found the fact that he couldn't understand
anyone annoying, for that matter. He climbed out of the carriage once it
stopped and stretched with a grunt. Being cooped up that long was no fun,
there wasn't any room to move
psionic wanderer: around in a vehicle that small, after all!
SwordOfAtrophy: He was used to his sisters naughty obsessions, so he didn't
say anything, except keep it all on a backburner to taunt her about later if
need be. Time passed, but didn't seem to phase him at all, I mean, how would
anyone know if he
SwordOfAtrophy: was sleeping. He nudged Artemis with his elbow when the
carriage came to a halt and he felt people move about as they were getting
off. "Rise and shine."
imperfect exhale: could after she wriggled out of the carriage, cricking her
back and getting the circulation going again in her legs. She'd stay outside
for a moment, enjoying the space, fresh air and ability to stand up straight
before she'd
grim expectation: the compass wasn't effecting the storm. Once they were at
the Inne, she wondered about what they had been told. She had thought it
would be less people than this about when there had been an evacuation.
Checking out the buildings
Tesarik One: She coughed, and then sat up and rubbed her hands together.
"Oh, we're here?" She was soon out of the carriage, with Apollo in tow, and
heading for the door of the inne.
imperfect exhale: proceed to move towards the inne. The bright lights were
inviting for sure. [d]
Tesarik One: Despite the inne looking bright and friendly, as you enter you
will be assaulted by an odd, musty odor that smells faintly sour and rotten
along with bitterly cold air --- colder than even outside.
Tesarik One: Those who felt the unease at the cabin, now feel a sick sense
of absolute dread and terror inside the building. The front desk of the inne
is abandoned, with parchments scattered and half a sweet roll
Tesarik One: partially dunked in a cup of frozen tea. The chair behind the
desk is knocked over. (Roll Search)
grim expectation: she looked around at the streets to see if there was any
foot traffic to be discerned beyond them. And just what do you find at an
inne in the middle of this weather on the 1st of Late stock anyway.. it was
only a moment before
grim expectation: they all found out.. foul odors apparently.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
grim expectation: [ +11 = 13 ] Nari gives up looking around for details
apparently.
RageofNocturne: :: He would look to Naaria and would then look to the inne
and would climb down and head over to go inside now. But once he did he would
look around and would swallow once more as his spear remained by his side and
the staff he had
Tesarik One: She was happy to go in, but not happy once she stepped inside,
"Gods above, what the hell is that.... " She let go of Apollo and began to
move around, looking for anything interesting. There certainly weren't any
people and it was
Tesarik One: damn cold inside here. "Is it just me or is it colder in here
than out?"
RageofNocturne: found remained in one hand for now as he looked around-D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
RageofNocturne: +5= 14))
Tesarik One: +6 = 8...
grim expectation: "I can't tell but it might be." Good old magic rings were
nice weren't they?
imperfect exhale: "....gods damn it." So much for a respite: things looked
worse in here than they had at the cabin, and the odour .. ugh. Scrunching up
her nose, she'd give the place a look over. [d]
psionic wanderer: He went on into the inne and should probably feel happy he
had yet to break his environmental seal since his last coffee drink. Although
he didn't know what anyone was talking about, so he retracted the face shield
anyway and got a
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
SwordOfAtrophy: Apollo didn't fear anything, life had driven that out of
him. But even he couldn't shake the sense of foreboding this place held,
though outwardly he gave no sign. "I thought it was just me, but it certainly
feels colder. Like ice
Connor Sleight: The Rogue followed up the rest of them, stepping out of the
carriage at last and into the dread-cast inne. He started to believe there
weren't going to be any survivors. None except either the resourceful or the
rich and from what
imperfect exhale: (( 10, +5p, +5 investigator = 20 ))
SwordOfAtrophy: knives all over."
psionic wanderer: terrible aroma flooding him. He promptly got the shield
back into place to try and let his suit filter that out of it. Hopefully he
didn't just trap it in with him. He also pulled his pistol again and looked
around more!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
psionic wanderer: (Damn you search)
psionic wanderer: 14
Tesarik One: Good thing Smoke can find what's needin to be found!
imperfect exhale: A frown, eyes squinting in the light .. "...Blood." What a
surprise! Tentatively she'd follow the blood trail towards the supply closet
door, bite her lip and have a quick listen to see if she can hear anything on
the other side. [d
imperfect exhale: (( rol another check or take as given? cuz i worry about
jumpscare ))
grim expectation: If there is blood.. in this cold.. the thing wasn't
moving!
Tesarik One: "Blood?" Eyes lit up and she began to follow Smoke down the
hallway. She paused at the door as well, and looked between Smoke and the
door and back again.
Connor Sleight: he had seen in Calvert, there were none. But the man had
some hope. Something to recognize, perhaps. Unnatural weather, abominable
chill within... [ Knowledge: Planes ]
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Connor Sleight: [ 24 ]
RageofNocturne: :: Im feeling absolute dread and terror in here....way worse
than what i felt at the cabin.-D-
Tesarik One: You can't hear anything on the other side, you may open the
door if you wish. No roll needed.
imperfect exhale: Gritting her teeth, she'd open the door! [d]
SwordOfAtrophy: Once someone said the B word, he knew what that lingering
smell was, tagging along behind his sister as her steps carried her down the
hall.
Tesarik One: As the door opens, six bodies fall out, they'd been stuffed
into the closet....
Connor Sleight: "Everyone... do not move... Do not breathe, do not --- The
dead have risen in this place... I know it.. I've seen it before..."
grim expectation: She didn't like the sound of blood being something that
someone noticed so she just stuck near Smoke to make sure that she had backup
just in case. "I used to like this country.." And then bodies were falling
and Connor was saying
grim expectation: don't move and well.. shit.
Tesarik One: Their skin is shrunken, almost mummified, the blood drained out
of them completely. Closer inspection will reveal looks of horror on their
shrunken faces.
imperfect exhale: "Fuck!" She'd twitch backwards, spurring an involuntary
blink. A burst of shadow and she'd reappear several paces away, likely
banging her hip on a table and encouraging another dropped curse, followed by
more cursing. [d]
Tesarik One: "Eww...undead...ewww shriveled dead people!" She moved back,
having jumped when the bodies fell out of the closet. Then hearing Connor,
she wanted back in the carriage. Though she just stood there now.
RageofNocturne: :: He would look around and would look to his spear and
would look around the main room which he was still in!-D-
Tesarik One: The smell, while hideous, is lessened to a large extent by the
freezing temperature but is putrid none the less. Anyone near the door will
also see more blood drops leading to another door down the
Tesarik One: hall, this one the Inn cellar.
imperfect exhale: "Gyeeeeee...." She'd creep back on over, peering over the
others with eyes partially shut. She'd be thankful for the cold lessening the
stench once she was capable of coherent thought again. [d]
Connor Sleight: The rogue moved to the discovery and studied the corpses
over, searched his mind over once more. Something was going to pop into
place, something was going to trigger a memory of old. The climate, the cold,
the undead and the
Connor Sleight: victims... What tied them together? [ Knowledge: Monster
Lore ]
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Connor Sleight: [ Natty Light ]
grim expectation: One of Naaria's bracelets reformed into a glassteel elven
thinblade at the bodies dropping down onto the ground. Her eyes searching
the area. "There's another blood trail.. do we follow it or stay still?"
Her eyes turning towards
grim expectation: Connor.
imperfect exhale: Hand lifted with a little twitch. "I suggest a motion to
burn the inne to the ground." [d]
psionic wanderer: He moved on over towards the corpses that'd fallen out and
crouched down to have a closer look, but you can bet your ass he wasn't
touching them. Just looking!
imperfect exhale: She was only half joking. [d]
RageofNocturne: :: He would swallow and look around floating off the floor
and would then move off the ground with his spear now infront of him down the
hall the others were in-D-
grim expectation: "Burning the inne may not fix what's going on...." Sad but
true
SwordOfAtrophy: Honestly, not moving or breathing sounded like a way to pass
out and be zombie food, but he doubted the man meant it literally. Then he
was bumped by his sisters booty jumping back into him. "Well, if people can't
protect against
imperfect exhale: Otherwise, if no one was in favour of cracking out torches
and eradicating this place off the face of Kyngfeld, investigating further
was probably the smart thing to do. The woman eyed up the suggested blood
trail with trepidation,
imperfect exhale: fun times. [d]
SwordOfAtrophy: cold, it's no wonder they died. Maybe they went mad and
started eating one another."
Tesarik One: "We need to check it out in case someone is alive before we
burn it down." She began to move down the hall towards the other door, they
needed to search before making any decisions, she felt.
Tesarik One: "Maybe. Though it looks like just the innards got eaten, not
the bodies. I'd eat the flesh if I was that hungry, not suck someone dry."
grim expectation: And there went Artemis so Naaria followed her carefully.
Trying to keep her wing feathers out of the nasty trail. "Yes.. like the
life was literally drawn out of them if you can imagine." She wasn't sure
what he could imagine..
Tesarik One: She threw the door open to the basement, she liked to be right
up close to the excitement, but paused. It was pitch dark down there.
grim expectation: since she didn't know if he could see.
grim expectation: ever.*
Tesarik One: As the door opens, a miasma of smells resembling a slaughter
house will flood the corridor. Please roll an Endurance vs vomiting.
Connor Sleight: "Something has breached this realm, truly sinister... It's
feeding.... on this city... Whatever it is, it likes everything cold... The
feeling inside this inne.. Is separate from the force the chills the world...
imperfect exhale: Smoke would hang back, she wasn't planning on opening any
doors for a while, so she'd follow at a slight distance, peering over to se
whatever she could. [d]
Connor Sleight: "
SwordOfAtrophy: (Strong Stomach?)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: +1 = 20
Tesarik One: Strong Stomach works.
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
grim expectation: "Oh..." Her stomach turned a bit when Artemis opened the
door. Nasty.
psionic wanderer: (Strong Stomach!)
Connor Sleight: [Something tells me I didn't make it.]
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
imperfect exhale: (( well hells ))
SwordOfAtrophy: His tummy grumbled at the smell, but he kept lunch down.
"...Who let the cow die then decide to eat it?"
grim expectation: [ +5 push to the limit, +3 end = 12 ]
Connor Sleight: [You know... The first mission my first character went on
had a bout with vomitting..]
Tesarik One: 15+ doesn't blow chunks. Anything below though, your stomach
twists and you vomit.
grim expectation: Naaria moved back a bit and tried to move away from the
others before losing what food she hadn't eaten.
imperfect exhale: Well she felt it come up as she saw and smelled and
imagined .. and it wasn't pretty. No sir, no ma'am. If she had enough time to
blink back outside and empty the contents of her stomach she most certainly
would, otherwise .. well
imperfect exhale: what came up wasn't pretty either. [d]
Tesarik One: She rubbed at her nose, thankfully she didn't vomit but she
felt like it. She dry heaved a few times though, and felt her eyes water.
"Fuckin.....hell...... I may be afraid to go down there." Not really.
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
RageofNocturne: 9)
Tesarik One: There is a faint moaning come from the basement... only heard
once the door is opened!
psionic wanderer: Well, his suit seal was perhaps not as good as he'd
thought, considering the worst smell ever just got through it. He cringed,
and his stomach turned a bit, but he'd been thrown back and forth many a time
by gravity and knew how to
psionic wanderer: keep things down, which he did.
RageofNocturne: :: As he came down the hall he was hit by that smell and
stopped in his movements only to heave and blow chunks all over the floor
below him-D-
Tesarik One: No torches are lanterns are lit down there, it's pitch dark.
grim expectation: She got done with one more dry heave before reaching into
her satchel for a waterskin. "Burn the inne.. let it come after us.." until
there was you know a moan.
Connor Sleight: Connor could tongue fuck the mouth of an asp and savor the
poison. But the scent of the carnage was strong enough to surpass even the
frigid air. It hit him and hit him hard and instantly, chunks of lightly
fried fish were r
SwordOfAtrophy: "Well.. something is down there. Alive or dead, only time
will tell." He rubbed his sisters back as she heaved.
Tesarik One: Darksight will work. Otherwise you need to find a light source,
or go in blindly.
imperfect exhale: If she'd made it outside, she'd pop back in as soon as her
stomach was stable, knowing that there wasn't anything left to bring back up.
Thankfully, she could see as clear as day (( deepsight racial )), so she at
least wouldn't fal
Connor Sleight: regurgitated* in a spit-splatter gush. Once and only once
did it occur. When he wretched, it was done in a single upheaval.[d]
imperfect exhale: on her ass .. unless she slipped on someone elses stomach
contents oh gods please no. [d]
RageofNocturne: :: After he was done he would look ahead and float along
then would stop at the door and would look to his spear-- Chastie, Form 4
Luminosity--he commanded as the spear formed into a small ringed planet which
illuminated like a torc
Tesarik One: "God, all this throwing up around me is enough to make me throw
up. I'm out of here." She stepped down the stairs, her hands setting on fire
using that gemstone she'd put into her gloves.
RageofNocturne: h and then he wen moved it forward to go through the door
with a pushing hand gesture-D-
Tesarik One: The stairway down to the basement is bathed in dried and frozen
blood, making travel on it hazardous and slippery. Roll an Acrobatics to come
down the stairway. DC18 needed to not fall.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: +8 = 22
imperfect exhale: (( where were you earlier 20 when i had no stats or skills
to buff my roll?! ))
Tesarik One: Ha!
SwordOfAtrophy: He tried following his sister, taking care with steps to
determine if his foot was on solid ground before putting weight on it.
grim expectation: She didn't like the sound of anyone getting sick either
but soon she was going to follow the others because that seemed like a good
idea. Though she hated walking.. walking in nastiness even more.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
psionic wanderer: Oh dear, stairs? Wasn't there like.. a rail or something
to hold on to? It looked far too treacherous. He'd let them all go first so
he'd have a pile of people to fall into if he fell.
SwordOfAtrophy: (+7, +5 acro = 17... really)
grim expectation: [ +7 qkc, +5 acro = 21 ]
Tesarik One: There's a rail, but it's still hazardous to step down.
imperfect exhale: She didn't slip on blood, frozen or otherwise, or another
persons puke. So that was nice! Didn't make up for anything else but it
helped. [d]
Tesarik One: Apollo, you slip and slide and fall on your ass as you make
your way down. You take 1d4 undefendable dmg.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 4-sided die: 1
SwordOfAtrophy: Thump, thump, thump. Owwww....
grim expectation: He's obviously got cushion to break some of his fall onto
frozen blood stairs.
Tesarik One: Smoke has no trouble at all. Perfect in fact.
psionic wanderer: And the stairs just had to be wood, one would suppose.
Tesarik One: Yes.
psionic wanderer: Well, oh well. He gave it a try, he didn't want to be the
only person staying up there.
Connor Sleight: Well, Connor shook his head clear of the feeling and simply
followed after the rest of them. His was a run though, angling his feet to
skip down the frozen blood much akin like a sledding feat.
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Tesarik One: Perfect!
Connor Sleight: [ Pass ]
psionic wanderer: Slow and steady for the win.
Tesarik One: Everyone down there? Mwahaha....
imperfect exhale: (( rut roh ))
RageofNocturne: :: Well he was still at the top of the stairs but looks like
he had a choice join the other outside or go down and so! He chose! Go back
outside! with his weapon in tow-D-
grim expectation: Pause till next week?
Tesarik One: So once down into the basement, the stench is still terrible
and if you wanna vomit you can! Your light sources reveal quite the scene.
imperfect exhale: She'd dry heave, but thankfully already empty so nothing
came up but despair. Her throat was gonna be rough in the morning! [d]
Tesarik One: Numerous bodies in various states of frozen decay are piled
waist high in half of the basement. The moaning sound is coming near a large
unlit fireplace. All the torch brackets have been smashed, and arms... yes
cut off arms have
Tesarik One: been jammed into the holders, frozen blood hanging in long
icicles from them. Anyone who inspects the fireplace will find two things...
the fireplace is extinguished because buckets of internal organs have been
dumped into the
Tesarik One: opening, coiled lengths of intestines drape over the sides,
frozen organ muscus and slime covers the area in a thin coating that sparkles
underneath the light sources you have. The mysterious moaning seems to just
be the wind
Tesarik One: howling in the chimny.....
psionic wanderer: He chinned himself another button and turned on the
external lights on his helmet, mounted at the sides of the face shield to
project some light around. Of course they only stayed lit for a second or two
before they died with a
Tesarik One: chimney*
psionic wanderer: little fizzle. He almost put his fist through the wall.
Tesarik One: As far as outside goes.............
imperfect exhale: "The fuck is wrong with people?!" Arm was pushed across
her face in a futile attempt to block out the stench, frozen as she took in
the gods awful scene that she never would have been able to imagine in a
billion years. Not that
imperfect exhale: she'd ever want to, gods no!
Tesarik One: Harlequin, you find Donovan laying on the frozen ground, his
guts hanging out of his stomach, blood all around him... almost dead.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Do you really want an answer to that?"
Tesarik One: He has enough strength to tug the key off his chest and clasp
it in his hand before he dies.
grim expectation: "I've officially seen the most horrifying thing I've ever
seen." She just nodded to all of them as her mouth was covered by a pale
hand. "I don't see anything bad.. maybe we should go back upstairs."
imperfect exhale: "More rhetorical than anything else, appreciate the
thought though." Muffled muttering.
Tesarik One: Before you all can go upstairs........ you all hear dripping
sounds all around you.
grim expectation: Oh of course.
imperfect exhale: She did not look up. Nope. Nope. Nope.
imperfect exhale: In fact her shoes were suddenly VERY interesting.
Tesarik One: Then dozens of small crackling sounds. the lights with the arms
jammed into the torch brackets are starting to move and drip blood, as well
as fitfully grasp for air. They begin to crawl out of the torch brackets.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Maybe I'm missing the horror.. but what exactly is going
on?"
Tesarik One: She explained in full graphic detail to her brother.
imperfect exhale:
"armscrawlingoffthewallsbodieseverywhereintestinesinfireplace." Oh dears.
Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/2/2016 12:15:25 AM ^v^
Tesarik One: And with that....... we will end for the night!!
imperfect exhale: i feel like i'm stuck in silent hill ffs
RageofNocturne: :: He would see Donovan and would blink-- Donovans dead!
--he shouted through the insinia and would rush over to the body and would
well take the key!-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: Unfortunately a lot of it was still lost on him since he'd
never seen any of it. But he appreciated the sentiment. "Thank you ladies,
you're both wonderful."
Tesarik One: So next Friday you can all decide to fight the arms, or try to
run up the icy stairs mwahaha!
imperfect exhale: oh joy x.x
SwordOfAtrophy: Attacked by thing, from the adams family.
Tesarik One: Lots of them.
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