Quest: A Summer's Freeze, Part 2 / Dm: Tesarikone

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Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/8/2016 9:10:38 PM ^v^
OnlineHost: P9Ja has entered the room.
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "A Summer's Freeze Part 2"
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---
OnlineHost: P9Ja has left the room.
grim expectation: Naaria Gladomain | Sapphire Adept |
Support/Bloodhound/Combat | 2d60 | 38 HP | 21 DDC | Bruise Easily,
Claustrophobia, Distinctive | Bludgeoning x 1.5 | CM Avian Agility: +2 qck
DaemianBerazalle: Achilles, Topaz Marshal, 2d48, Combat/Ranger, dc=15,
hp=28(2 end, 2 wil), Flaws: Critically Challenged, Grudge Keeper: Apollo,
Ponderous, No Weakness, Teamwork: Tag Team Fighting
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
RageofNocturne: :: Harlequin King/ Amber Adept/ 2d50/ HP-41/ DC-10/ Arcane/
Mage/ Heal others: 14/ Flaws: Narrow, Compulsively Honest, Phobia (Cold
Iron)/ Weakness: None/Teamwork: None//
DaemianBerazalle: (CM Active: Blitz: +1 to Quick for the adventure, DC for
Achilles is 16)
SwordOfAtrophy: Apollo - Amber Adept - Combat/Fighter - 2d50 - 28 HP (3 WLP)
- 17 DDC - No weakness - Flaws: Blind, Narrow, Individualist - Teamwork: Tag
Team Fighting
SwordOfAtrophy: *20 DDC
Tesarik One: Artemis, Amber Adept, 2d50, Combat/Brawler, 18hp, DC12, 12
Healing, Flaws: Beastly Instinct, Ponderous, Sickly, TS: Tag Team Fighting
psionic wanderer: Dashiell Grosvenor, Crystal Journeyman, 2d28, 14 hp,
support, dc12, caffeine addict, code of honor, reflex against magic, no
weakness
psionic wanderer: teamwork: concerted attack
Tesarik One: He / She rolls the dice.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 quick = 17, -10 Ponderous = 7
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
grim expectation: ( + 9 = 10 )
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: -8 = 9
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
SwordOfAtrophy: (10 qck = 27)
RageofNocturne: presence of mind +12= 19))
imperfect exhale: (( +12q 23 ))
psionic wanderer: 6
Tesarik One: Y'all hole a moment while I build the sb.
Tesarik One: Hold even.
Tesarik One: Connor is on his way.
psionic wanderer: (brb
Tesarik One: Apollo 0/28 [20] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || Harlequin 0/41 [10]
(0/14) || Naaria 0/38 [21] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [15]
|| Dashiell 0/14 [12]
Tesarik One: Mistakes?
grim expectation: ( Looks good )
Tesarik One: Apollo 0/28 [20] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || Harlequin 0/41 [10]
(0/14) || Naaria 0/38 [21] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16]
|| Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/?? [??]
Tesarik One: A portion of Kyngfeld deep in arctic winter in the middle of
summer? No way to teleport in? Our group in a carriage, fighting the storm to
get to the center. It's odd, to be sure, but they make it
Tesarik One: only to find a hellish scene inside the inne. This portion ends
with the disembodied arms stuck into the torch holders coming to "life" and
crawling towards them.... and poor Master Sergeant Donovan
Tesarik One: dead.
Tesarik One: -- I'll give a few minutes for anyone who was there last week
to give any information to Dan's char they think he needs to know to have
'been here all along'.
Tesarik One: Go for it.
grim expectation: You should be puking.
Tesarik One: Claw marks on the inside of the door.
Tesarik One: Bodies sucked dry of all moisture making them look like mummies
in a closet.
grim expectation: The cellar we went into had stairs covered in frozen
blood. The nearby firepit is full of internal organs (right?)
Tesarik One: Yes.
imperfect exhale: feelin of dread n starvation if you have magical/psionic
affinity
psionic wanderer: Not nearly enough coffee.
grim expectation: Everything looks like it was left in the middle of things.
Tesarik One: The sconces are full of cut off arms, they begin to move around
when we ended.
psionic wanderer: Also don't try to hold a conversation with Dash, it'll
only end in tears. But yeah, they sum it up pretty well.
Tesarik One: It's colder inside the inne than outside. And it's damn cold
outside.
grim expectation: We were given cold gear by the dodgy High Citizen
imperfect exhale: oh but we had the option for rings of .. cold resistance
or something
imperfect exhale: yeah
Tesarik One: Oh right, you were given cold clothing, snowshoes, etc if
needed.
grim expectation: Donovan was our driver who drove us this far and there is
a magically warded and locked box on the carriage with "alchemy" stuff
RageofNocturne: Harlequin now has the key)
Tesarik One: Also, Donovan is dead and his last movement was to pull the key
from around his neck into his hand then he died with it clutched in his hand.
I think , correct me if I'm wrong, Harlequin has it
Tesarik One: right.
grim expectation: Harlequin better not open it without us :-P
DaemianBerazalle: Hmm . . . sounds pretty neat. Achilles would've taken any
of the cold gear offered
psionic wanderer: He probably wasnt' gonna until you gave him the idea
DaemianBerazalle: True, he can be a bit dodgy
RageofNocturne: nope he wasnt. because he is more worried about being
outside alone now XD
Tesarik One: Alright!
Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/8/2016 9:30:38 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: So, all of you except Harlequin are down in the basement right?
imperfect exhale: yup
grim expectation: (( Fairly certain yes ))
DaemianBerazalle: His grip tightening on his bow, Achilles surveyed the
scene in the basement as his right hand hovered close to his quiver. A quick
look given to check up on Artemis and Apollo, gauging their reactions to what
their senses gave away
DaemianBerazalle: to them, staying quiet for the time being.
Tesarik One: Lemme give a quick descript again for Achilles: The stench is
horrible, enough to make you gag and even vomit. Half the basement, and about
waist high is piled up bodies in various states of frozen decay. torch
brackets have been
Tesarik One: stuffed with arms frozen blood hanging like icicles. Fireplace
is extinguished because buckets of internal organs are dumped into it, coiled
lengths of intestines drape over the sides and frozen organ mucus and slime
sparkle in the
Tesarik One: light. Then, you all start to hear dripping noises from all
around you, and then crackling sounds. The arms jammed into the torch
brackets are starting to move around and drip blood and grasp at the air.
DaemianBerazalle: (Ok, that sets a bit of a different scene, lol)
Tesarik One: Haha.
SwordOfAtrophy: Apollo was just standing there, listening to his sisters
pretty voice describe mutilated body parts in graphic descriptions. Of
course, when you literally knew what nothing looked like, even a horror scene
had a muted effect on your
SwordOfAtrophy: imagination. He was still mad he fell down the damn stairs.
"So.. what's that sound.. snakes?" He knew what a snake was.. mostly.. and
most crawly bits sounded just like that.
Tesarik One: Artemis was very sure to give an accurate description so that
her brother could join in the fun sight. She might have embellished it a
little, but with the sight in front of them really one did not need to
embellish.
Tesarik One: "The arms and coming to life.... and....uh I think they are
coming to get us."
Tesarik One: are*
psionic wanderer: Oh, right. The dripping. He pulled his pistol from its
holster at his hip, but of course his helmet light chose that moment to
flicker in and out, so he just turned it off. Hopefully there was another
light source somewhere or he'd
grim expectation: Naaria moved from holding a hand over her mouth to quickly
grasping at her arbalest so that it could load up. "I think perhaps we
should try to get back up those stairs. We're missing one." When you didn't
stay with the group,
grim expectation: you're likely to just die.
psionic wanderer: be a bit out of luck. Unless he knew what one of those
potions he'd been given did!
RageofNocturne: :: Speaking to the others through the insignia after he got
the key from Donovan he would look around then climb atop of the carriage--
Guys, Donovan is dead....and im not sure if im alone out here or not. --he
said as he looked aro
DaemianBerazalle: "Moving arms, brother. Without their bodies . . . as
you'd expect in a room like this." Major case of the willies going on,
trying to keep his breathing shallow. Not exactly a pleasant stench going
on. "I'm thinking the stairs
RageofNocturne: und taking hold of his spear and gripped it firmly in his
hands-D-
Tesarik One: Crawling Arm 1 0/?? [13] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || Crawling Arm 2
0/?? [13] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || CA 3 0/?? [13] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14)
|| CA 4 0/?? [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/?? [13] ||
Tesarik One: Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/??
[13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] || (Connor 0/?? [??])
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh, glorious.."
imperfect exhale: Smoke was still in favour of burning down the building,
but she supposed they had to get through this minor issue first. Hand crept
to the bone hilt at her hip, gripping it as a blade of shadowstuff formed
from its tip, looking
imperfect exhale: somewhat nervously at the approaching limbs. [d]
DaemianBerazalle: are calling our names." He'd move towards his siblings,
shaking his head as he fought to keep it together.
Tesarik One: If you wish to retreat for your turn, you need to roll an
Acrobatics DC20 to get up the frozen stairs. Otherwise you may attack the
crawling arms.
Tesarik One: CA 1-
grim expectation: "we're kind of under attack, Harlequin. You have to
wait." and joy the driver was dead.
Tesarik One: It used it's hand to swing on the bracket, swinging back and
forth and then let go to fly through the air and land on Naaria's shoulder.
Quickly skittering, it soon had it's hand around her throat, trying to
strangle her.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight has entered the room.
Tesarik One: Power Attack +7 = 9 Miss
Tesarik One: Connor, state to add.
SwordOfAtrophy: Bad touch, bad touch!
Tesarik One: Crawling Arm 1 0/?? [13] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || Crawling Arm 2
0/?? [13] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || CA 3 0/?? [13] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14)
|| CA 4 0/?? [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/?? [13] ||
Tesarik One: Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/??
[13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] || (Connor 0/?? [??])
Tesarik One: Apollo-
SwordOfAtrophy: His battle mind focused on the slithering sounds, the
dripping blood leaving a trail gave away the arms locale, even without sight.
He moved for the closest one, which happened to be CA 2, and he tried to jam
both sets of finger
Tesarik One: Also Harlequin if you wish to come down, it will take one round
and you will need to also roll an Acro to get down the stairs.
SwordOfAtrophy: claws into it. Like a skewer. (Blind fight)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: (10 qck, 3 fighters weapon) =25
Tesarik One: Hit
Connor Sleight: [ Connor Sleight | 2d62 | DDC 20 | 41 HP | Combat/Fighter |
Sapphire Defender ]
SwordOfAtrophy: (Dual Wield - Morghuth Iron Finger Claws (1d5) + Netherrack
Finger Claws (1d5) Venemous/Fire)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 50-sided dice: 47 46
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 14 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 5-sided dice: 1 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Fire dbl dmg.
SwordOfAtrophy: 18 + 10 qck (dex fighter) + 3 fighters weapon = 31,
venom/fire\
SwordOfAtrophy: 34 then
Tesarik One: It went up in flames and burned to a crisp.
Tesarik One: Crawling Arm 1 0/?? [13] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || Smoke 0/35 [24]
|| CA 3 0/?? [13] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/?? [13] || Naaria
0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/?? [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) ||
Tesarik One: Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/?? [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] ||
(Connor 0/41 [20])
Tesarik One: Smoke-
SwordOfAtrophy: Yes because burning flesh added a new lovely aroma. He
recoiled a little as he smelled it. "Oh.. uhhh.. sorry.. watch your noses."
grim expectation: Naaria actually let out a squeak as soon as she felt a
hand suddenly on her shoulder and she moved to keep it away from her throat
for as long as she could. "Just when I thought my nose was numb..."
OnlineHost: TheSmilingPool has entered the room.
imperfect exhale: Smoke wasn't entirely sure how to proceed .. but she
imagined that being in the center of the room surrounded by disembodied hands
was bad tactical wise surely? Maybe retreating would make things a bit
easier, least they'd know
imperfect exhale: they'd only be attacked from the front, right? Who knew,
she was an ex-pimp not a war general! Regardless she'd edge towards the
stairs as suggested by the other party members, trying to keep her eyes on
everything at once and
imperfect exhale: probably failing. (acro inc)
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
imperfect exhale: (( +14q +5 acrobatics = 27 ))
Tesarik One: You make it to the top!
Tesarik One: You can either head out of the inne, or make ranged attacks.
Tesarik One: Crawling Arm 1 0/20 [13] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35
[24] || CA 3 0/20 [13] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] ||
Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/20 [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) ||
Tesarik One: Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/20 [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] ||
Connor 0/41 [20]
OnlineHost: TheSmilingPool has left the room.
Tesarik One: CA 3-
Tesarik One: Creeepy hand went crawling towards Apollo, very quickly
climbing his leg and skittering around his back to try and get to his neck to
strangle him.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +7 = 23 Hit
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 40-sided dice: 23 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 10-sided dice: 3 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +7 = 20 dmg
SwordOfAtrophy: 11 def, mindsteel plated leather
Tesarik One: You are being strangled, you will need to attempt and escape
DC15 on your turn or take 1d4 strangle dmg no defense.
Tesarik One: Crawling Arm 1 0/20 [13] || (3)Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35
[24] || CA 3 0/20 [13] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] ||
Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/20 [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14)
Tesarik One: || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/20 [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12]
|| Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: Harlequin-
SwordOfAtrophy: Ack! He was grabbed. Not that he wasn't used to people being
rough with him, but it was a weird sensation for someone to be trying to
throttle him with nothing at the other end of the arm. "Gyfgjhgahjgdhasma."
Came the vulgar retort
RageofNocturne: :: Well he would be staying outside! Because well he couldnt
really stand the smell inside for one. So he would look to the key then over
to the chest as he answered the others-- Alright...uhh ill take care of the
carriage. --he sai
RageofNocturne: d and then went over to the chest and saw if the key fit
it-D-
Tesarik One: Yes, the key fits. Do you open the chest?
RageofNocturne: :: Well it fit and well he would shrug a bit as he released
his spear which floated around him and would turn and open the thing-D-
grim expectation: The chest that Donovan told them not to use .
OnlineHost: P9Ja has entered the room.
Tesarik One: The chest opened, the three wards on it of agony, alarm and
death not going off since it was the correct key. Donovan had said it was
alchemical items, and that was partially true. It was full of quite a few
things, all worth a good
Tesarik One: bit of gold. The High Citizen was not very wealthy and he
didn't want anyone to use the items (or steal the items) if they weren't
necessary. Inside Harlequin finds:
Tesarik One: 3 Wands of Firestorm 2d3 dmg, 10 charges each.
Tesarik One: 3 Light Crossbows 1d4 with 20 silver bolts each
Tesarik One: 9 Rings of Armor +5 DEF
Tesarik One: 1 very silvery key with the shape of a moon at the top
Tesarik One: 10 potions of healing (10hp each)
Tesarik One: 1 Flintlock 1d8 with 20 silver bullets.
P9Ja: lol
OnlineHost: *** You have ejected P9Ja from this room ***
OnlineHost: P9Ja has left the room.
Tesarik One: Crawling Arm 1 0/20 [13] || (3)Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35
[24] || CA 3 0/20 [13] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] ||
Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/20 [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14)
Tesarik One: || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/20 [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12]
|| Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: CA 4-
Tesarik One: The arms are all moving for you all, the #4 arm goes in for
Dashiell, crawling around on his "armor" and trying to find a way to get in
and strangle him.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 9 Miss
Tesarik One: Naaria-
psionic wanderer: Well, thankfully his armor was sealed at the moment,
though that didn't last long. It might not have gotten at him, but it did
rupture something, and there was a hissing air sound followed by Dash
babbling a bit of angry nonsense
psionic wanderer: and retracting the face shield so he could breathe
properly again.
grim expectation: She was still trying to keep Crawling Arm 1 from grasping
at her neck. Letting the arbalest fall at her side where it was attached to
her belt, one of the rings on her hand slowly transformed into her glassteel
thinblade. Trying to
grim expectation: keep it away from her she moved to pierce at the arm and
give it a good toss to the other side of the room.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
grim expectation: [ + 11 qck = 15 ]
Tesarik One: "I'm kinda thinking that idea about burning the place down
sounds good...." she was making fists with her gloved hands and keeping watch
on the boogies.
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 2 60-sided dice: 40 14
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
grim expectation: [ 10 + 11 qck (dex fighter) + 5 (combat sleeve) = 26 dmg ]
Tesarik One: Sliced and diced.
Tesarik One: (3)Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || CA 3 0/20 [13] ||
*Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5
0/20 [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA
Tesarik One: 6 0/20 [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: CA 5-
grim expectation: "If we kill what's doing this.. the building would be
safe..." Burn it down and that's someone's livelihood.
Tesarik One: Achilles was this one's target, and it jumped from the wall
onto his shoulder and tried to strangle him.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Crit!
psionic wanderer: The livelihood of a buncha corpses!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 40-sided dice: 10 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Ha.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 10-sided dice: 5 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +7 = 20 dmg Achilles
DaemianBerazalle: (+18 Chainmail, +5 Amulet of Armor, +3 Guardian's Gorget =
26 DEF)
Tesarik One: 0 dmg
Tesarik One: Artemis-
RageofNocturne: :: Ohh cool!. --he said as he looked over everything inside
then would remove one of the Wands of Firestorm and would slide it in his
boot then took the other key and would put it in his pocket before he locked
the chest back up and
RageofNocturne: went back to looking around-D-
Tesarik One: Moving in towards the one that jumped onto her brother, Artemis
reached out and grabbed #5 and pulled it away, then began to punch the
crawling hand over and over, with flaming fists as she was using the fire
elemental gemstone
Tesarik One: attached to her gloves!
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 power attack = 11 Miss
Tesarik One: (3)Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || CA 3 0/20 [13] ||
*Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5
0/20 [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA
Tesarik One: 6 0/20 [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: Achilles-
DaemianBerazalle: There was one trying to latch onto him, one latched onto
his brother. Having more skill with his bow, he tried to focus on his shot,
taking aim after nocking an arrow and letting loose to try and bring an end
to the one choking his
DaemianBerazalle: brother(Combat Marksman, Point Blank Shot, Point Blank
Master, Grudge Keeper).
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 quick, +2 Ranger's Boon, +1 PBS, -2 Grudge Keeper =
17)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 2 48-sided dice: 9 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 2 5-sided dice: 4 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 quick, +1 PBM, +3 Ranger's Boon = 15 dmg)
Tesarik One: 3 falls away from Apollo.
Tesarik One: (3)Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || CA 3 15/20 [13] ||
*Harlequin 0/41 [10] (0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5
0/20 [13] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] ||
Tesarik One: CA 6 0/20 [13] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: CA 6-
RageofNocturne: brb))
Tesarik One: Connor would be the target of this one, it tried to skitter up
behind him and then crawl up to try and strangle him.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 17 Miss
Tesarik One: Dash-
SwordOfAtrophy: "Whihgfjush didjasj thakfnsk youshjnajdnms." He garbled out
before he managed to get enough air in his trachea to speak properly.
"Thanks.."
psionic wanderer: Well, trying to shoot something that'd just crawled on him
might be good for some revenge, but these things skittered like crazy. So he
took the chance, when one got knocked away, to take a shot at it. Hopefully
they'd all
psionic wanderer: remembered their earplugs, what with guns not exactly
being quiet. (Shooting at 3!)
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (+2 quick = 13)
DaemianBerazalle: "Any time, brother." He didn't sound his normal self.
The place was having its toll on him for certain. "Happy to help, of
course."
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 2 28-sided dice: 25 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 3 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ psionic wanderer scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: (9 + 2 quick = 11 damage, and yes Dash has combat
marksman)
psionic wanderer: (Also 5/6 shots remaining before reload is necessary)
Tesarik One: It stopped moving.
Tesarik One: Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10]
(0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/20 [13] || Artemis
0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] || CA 6 0/20 [13] ||
Tesarik One: Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: Connor-
psionic wanderer: He seemed vaguely surprised he'd managed to hit the thing
at all, with all of his usual assistance currently malfunctioning.
Connor Sleight: Keen eye and quick steps had him staying out of harm's way
from the sixth arm crawling. Eventually, he paused and took advantage to
simply stomp onto the wrist of the arm. (#6)
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ Connor Sleight scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
Connor Sleight: [ Well... ]
Tesarik One: Crit!
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 2 62-sided dice: 43 45
Tesarik One: ~*~ Connor Sleight scored 13 poynts damage ~*~
Connor Sleight: [ +10 (Dex Fighter) = 23 ]
Tesarik One: Stomped to (un)death.
Tesarik One: Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10]
(0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || CA 5 0/20 [13] || Artemis
0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] ||
Tesarik One: Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: Apollo-
Tesarik One: Actually that would have been 33 dmg since you got the crit.
Tesarik One: Still dead.
Tesarik One: 36*
SwordOfAtrophy: The one in front of him was zapped into space dust.. or
something, but there were still 2 crawling about that he could hear. Five
seemed to be the closest, so he moved to skewer it before it grabbed someone
else.
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Connor Sleight:
SwordOfAtrophy: 32
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 50-sided dice: 10 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: back))
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 5-sided dice: 3 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
psionic wanderer: It was just a bullet. He put a hole it in, he didn't have
a laser gun! This time.
SwordOfAtrophy: 5 + 13 = 18
SwordOfAtrophy: 20, with fire damage
Tesarik One: Burned to a crispy crisp.
Tesarik One: Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10]
(0/14) || CA 4 0/20 [13] || Naaria 0/38 [21] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) ||
Achilles 0/28 [16] || Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: Smoke-
imperfect exhale: She was glad that she'd decided to pick up the crossbow at
the last house, though she hoped that the disembodied hands weren't the
owners she was going to use it against! Hefting the heavy thing, she'd crank
it up and take aim as
imperfect exhale: best she could at the remaining hand; and fire it off. It
wasn't her favoured weapon, but hopefully it'd do some damage to the right
people. (2d4 heavy crossbow)
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
imperfect exhale: (( +14q 29 ))
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 2 62-sided dice: 60 53
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 2 4-sided dice: 3 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
imperfect exhale: (( +14q, 18, 3, 1 = 36 ))
Tesarik One: Bolt right through the disembodied arm.
Tesarik One: Apollo 9/28 [20] || ^Smoke 0/35 [24] || *Harlequin 0/41 [10]
(0/14) || Naaria 0/38 [21] || Artemis 0/28 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/28 [16]
|| Dashiell 0/14 [12] || Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: combat over
grim expectation: Seeing the last one done, she turned and gave a thumbs up
towards Smoke. "Let's get out of here before the intestines start crawling..
Watch your step!"
Tesarik One: Being that you aren't in combat, I'll allow you to go up the
stairs without an Acro roll.
imperfect exhale: "Hm. I like you, think i'll keep you." Crossbow was
appraised and patted slightly .. maybe she should get a strap or something to
keep it on her back; victory pose was flashed at Naadia, sailor moon style.
[d]
imperfect exhale: Naaria **
Tesarik One: All of you feel like you're being watched, and that there is
something very wrong with the place. Anyone who has any magical inclination
of any sort can feel that all these deaths in this building have caused a
haunting to
Tesarik One: develop.
psionic wanderer: Well then. He lowered his revolver, then nudged the
cylinder out to the side, tugged out the empty casing, then slipped in
another bullet from a box pulled from his pack, and stuck the spent casing in
its place, so as to not leave
DaemianBerazalle: He'd point out where the stairs were for Apollo's sake,
being nearby to help if it was needed for the ascent and would be more than
glad to put that room behind them. "I don't think I can ever unsee that." A
quick shake of his
Tesarik One: If you wish to search the dead bodies I'll allow that.
psionic wanderer: things like that just lying about. That done, he holstered
once more, put his ammo away, then looked at those damn stairs again. He
needed to get his proper weapon fixed so he didn't have to rely on his
backup.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Well I like you too snookums." He said, just because he was
a goober. He stepped carefully towards the stairs, trying to go up last in
case he had another.. accident.
DaemianBerazalle: head given, trying to dislodge the memory from his brain
to no effect.
grim expectation: The thinblade that had been in her hand quickly retreated
back into ring on her finger... and no she wasn't going to search the bodies.
This whole place was going to give her nightmares that alcohol might not
erase. Waiting to be
grim expectation: the last as she desperately tried to keep her wings close
and out of the mess.
RageofNocturne: :: Are you guys still alive in there? --he asked through the
insignia snce he hadnt heard anything from any of them since the fight
started-D-
grim expectation: "Why didn't you come try to help us?"
Connor Sleight: Eyes raised from the floor to the room around the lot of
them. He had no inclination to remain here any longer. And so after scraping
the bottom of his boot on the first step, the Rogue made his way up the
stairs to remove himself
imperfect exhale: She'd step back further into the inn so she wasn't
blocking the hallway, glad that there weren't any crawling limbs to worry
about .. her brain attempted to conjur up some other nasties though, the
oppressive feeling in the building
grim expectation: She was going to assume that he was busy with his own
crawling hands since she had said they were fighting after all.
DaemianBerazalle: (afk)
imperfect exhale: was not helping. She'd have to crack out something extra
strong later to numb herself .. maybe she'd stop by the 'spice merchant'
before turning in .. [d]
Connor Sleight: from the haunt. Without hesitation, he continued to the
front door to step back out into the weather and breathe fresh air. Only to
see Donovan laying slain and the chest unlocked.[d]
Tesarik One: "I agree, why the hell didn't you come help us! You abandoned
us and ran outside like a pussy!" she yelled far too loudly into her
insignia. Then she went to help Apollo up the stairs if he needed it.
RageofNocturne: :: Well duh, so noone would steal the carriage, i mean
something killed Donovan, we are lucky the horse is still alive. --he said in
it then blinked-- I told you all the moment we walked in there that i didnt
like the feel of the pl
psionic wanderer: Damn, that nice-ish lady was mad! He hadn't used his
insignia after wearing it caused him nothing but headaches, so he didn't
quite know who she was yelling at, but oh well. It didn't seem to be him.
He'd let the others go up the
psionic wanderer: stairs first so he didn't just slip back down and fall on
one of them.
RageofNocturne: ace. You all wanted to press on so i came back outside
instead. If my magic is telling me its a bad place, im not going to just
wander deeper into it when other things can be handled.-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: He grimaced. "Arty.. I love you.. but please.. yell in
another direction." Losing one sense made his others sharper, of course. He
managed the stairs ok, when he had the time to concentrate on walking.
grim expectation: "You realize that you're an adventurer right? The whole
job is going into places that feel bad to kill the bad things.." The yelling
had made her jump a little but she understood it. Artemis was awesome. "And
who would steal the
Connor Sleight: The Rogue had enough compassion to kneel by the dead man and
shut his eyes and soften the features so he wasn't frozen in terror for
eternal rest. "So the creature destroys humanoids and leaves the beasts..."
grim expectation: carriage? This place is deserted!"
Tesarik One: "You had no idea Donovan was dead, he was watching the carriage
and horses, so don't even lie to save face. Just say the truth- you were
scared shitless!" She snickered and headed up the stairs, and she did stop
yelling. She
RageofNocturne: :: As far as we know its deserted, but if it is. What killed
Donovan? And who cast this spell of winter over this place? See, so this
place isnt deserted. --he said in return and blinked a bit-- Now i never said
i wasnt scared becau
RageofNocturne: se. Yes i was, also a reason i came back outside. --he said
and sat on the top of the carriage--D-
Tesarik One: preferred cowards more than liars, to be honest, so when he
tried to make it out to be something other than what he did, that made her
face flush red with anger. "If you don't go into places that feel bad to you,
you won't make it
Tesarik One: as an adventurer. I'm done." She stopped talking and just
headed out of the place.
OnlineHost: faithinhavoc has entered the room.
Tesarik One: Anyone searching the bodies?
Connor Sleight: [Just Donovan's looking for clues of what might have killed
him.]
SwordOfAtrophy: "Either kill each other or get a room.. or both if the mood
strikes you." Ok, stairs handled, he made his way back outside, tagging along
behind his sister, even giving her a little snug hug to calm her down a bit.
"Well, what do
SwordOfAtrophy: his wounds look like?"
grim expectation: She moved up and out with the others and gave a look over
at Harlequin. "Have you thought that it's a what and not a who?. What if it
had been a spirit, sitting by the carriage just made you a bigger target
without
Tesarik One: The bodies are pretty much the same as in the closet, they look
like they've been mummified, and are frozen.
Tesarik One: These though did get ripped apart, their innards pulled out,
their arms cut off on a good portion of them.
Tesarik One: Very violent.
Tesarik One: Oops sorry, Donovan... he's mummifed as well.
Tesarik One: mummified*
Tesarik One: There's really no other clues on him except that he looks like
whatever happened to the people in the inne happened to him.
grim expectation: us then sitting in a bad place."
OnlineHost: faithinhavoc has left the room.
imperfect exhale: Fingers came up to scratch her head as she surveiled the
scene outside after following everyone. Did their caravan driver just get
mummified in the length of time it took them to get inside the inn and
ambushed by limbs? Surely they
imperfect exhale: hadn't been gone that long! What was going on? [d]
Tesarik One: He sure did. Everyone outside can make a Spot.
imperfect exhale: She hoped she didn't run into the thing that did it: she
liked her youthful complexion tyvm!
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Connor Sleight: "Dehydrated.. Preserved like the rest..." Spoken as Connor
accidently tore off the man's eyelids due to their state of being.
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ Connor Sleight scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Connor Sleight: [ 19 ]
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
RageofNocturne: :: I wasnt getting any bad feelings out here so it was
easier to concentrate. I dont expect some human to understand though. --he
said and crossed his arms over his chest then looked around-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: (a whole 8, Listen if it matters)
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
RageofNocturne: +5 alert= 10)
imperfect exhale: (( ya know .. i'm going to use rake's fortune: don't want
her eyeballs spontaneously bursting because i rolled a 1 ¬.¬ ))
psionic wanderer: After getting upstairs, he took a moment to get himself a
fresh thermos of coffee made, since he had himself his fancy portable coffee
maker and all, and it still worked! One of the few things he owned that did.
(Too busy to spot
psionic wanderer: much of anything, so I'll take 1)
Tesarik One: Outside she went, giving a shiver and not because of the cold.
There was something wrong with that inne, all that violence did not do it
very well. She began to look around, trying to ignore
imperfect exhale: (( but yush reroll any rol gotta take the second result ))
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: the man trying to still justify running away.
grim expectation: Naaria took really deep breaths a few times to try and
clear her lungs as she grasped at her staff of aspects to reactivate the
falcon (+3 perception) and then started to look around since Donovan was
dead.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
RageofNocturne: the human comment was meant for Artemis btw not Naadia)
Tesarik One: +7 = 18
imperfect exhale: (( ... least its not a crit fail. 7, +5 alert +5p = 17 ))
grim expectation: [ + 3 staff, + 4 per + 5 alert = +12 = 28 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: "Oh, I'm sorry.. I didn't realize out education was
different at 'human' school."
SwordOfAtrophy: *our
Tesarik One: 21+ catch a glimpse of something moving outside one of the
windows of a house nearby, something pale blue and humanoid but with the
storm it's hard to tell.
Tesarik One: 27+ you are very sure you saw something pale blue and humanoid
despite the storm.
Tesarik One: "Just ignore him, Apollo. It's good for us to know who will
watch our back and who won't." She narrowed her eyes and peered around, but
saw nothing. Then she moved over towards the dead man Donovan and sighed as
she looked down at
grim expectation: She made a curse under breath and grasped for her arbalest
as she whistled to the others and pointed towards the house that had the
creature. "Company.. we'll get back to the human-hating scaredy-cat later."
Tesarik One: him.
Tesarik One: Harlequin, you told everyone you had the key right?
DaemianBerazalle: (Back)
RageofNocturne: pretty sure he did at the end of last time)
grim expectation: ( I can't remember but it wasn't mentioned today.. or that
eh opened the chest and took stuff )
Connor Sleight: [Chest is open. He never closed it.]
Tesarik One: "Maybe we should put him in the carriage, or strap him to the
top so we can take him back home after this..." she wasn't sure she wanted to
ride with a dead corpse.
imperfect exhale: With Naaria's warning, she made sure she had a grip on her
spectral longsword and not the crossbow: it had been a handy thing, but she
preferred the feel of her melee weapon for sure. [d]
imperfect exhale: (( i thought he closed and locked it after taking a wand
of firestorm earlier ))
Connor Sleight: [Perhaps he did. I didn't see.]
grim expectation: (( yeah he said he took a wand & the other key before
locking it back up ))
RageofNocturne: he closed and relocked it actually)
Tesarik One: Yeah he closed and locked it. Just wanted to be sure people
knew he had the key.
Tesarik One: She stared over at the house that Naaria said there was
company, but only saw snow fall. "What did you see?"
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle has left the room.
psionic wanderer: Well, blissfully unaware of a pale blue humanoid, but at
least he had some coffee. He took a long drink of the hot beverage, which
felt quite nice in this weather, even if his suit protected him quite well.
He closed the thermos up
psionic wanderer: and stuck it into his pack, then well...waited for the
rest of them to do something so he could follow suit.
Tesarik One: It has gotten very dark, it was early evening when you all
arrived after all. The storm is getting worse. You all know you can't stay
outside too much longer. The house where the pale blue creature was seen has
some lights in the
Tesarik One: windows. A few other houses do as well.
Connor Sleight: It finally dawned on him that Donovan no longer had the key
around his neck. The fact that Harlequinn was the only one out here and then
Donovan was dead. "Did you kill him?" He asked pointedly towards King.[d]
grim expectation: "Pale Blue and people shaped moving just outside that
house." She moved closer so she could put it out specifically for Artemis as
she did.
Tesarik One: She sniffed and smelled the coffee that Dash had and sidled up
next to him, and pointed to his coffee, then to her mouth, then smiled real
pretty.
Tesarik One: It could not be seen anymore, it was just a brief glimpse.
SwordOfAtrophy: "I suppose it would be too obvious to assume they might be
friendly. But I would imagine it's the best lead we got." He could do very
little on his own. "At the very least we should get inside somewhere."
Tesarik One: Hearing Connor, her eyes narrowed and she looked over at
Harlequin. She hadn't considered that.
imperfect exhale: "Hopefully it's just a streaker full of regrets .." Vague
murmur; pale blue and people shaped, possibly behind the state of the
weather, or unrelated. [d]
Tesarik One: She snickered hearing Smoke, she couldn't help it.
RageofNocturne: :: He would remain on the top of the carriage as he looked
around over to the house in question and would take pack the key Donovan had
away in his pocket along with the moon handle key and then looked to Conner
and blinked-- Why wo
Connor Sleight: "The man had the key to that chest and something ripped it
from the chain upon his neck..." Connor stood up and shifted his stance to
narrow his body in direction of King. "You killed him for the key, didn't
you?"
RageofNocturne: uld I kill him? I had no reason to. When i got out here he
was already like that. All i did was take the key from him and then took a
couple things from the chest.-D-
grim expectation: Smoke got a snicker out of her and she was about to say
they should find a house that wouldn't give the wimp the willies when he
mentioned he took things from the chest. "Donovan said he didn't want us
taking stuff from the chest
imperfect exhale: "And mummified his corpse in the same manner as the
others, who were dead before we got here?" She sounded skeptical, but
honestly couldn't say whether or not he'd been the cause of death, just
didn't cause the state
grim expectation: because the High Citizen didn't have a lot of money.."
SwordOfAtrophy: "If he killed him with intent to steal the key, firstly..
why would he still be here, he's the only one capable of getting across the
gorge, and secondly, why would he bother to tell us he found it? He'd just
relock it and throw it
SwordOfAtrophy: into the snow."
psionic wanderer: Well, with her asking all nice like that, he produced the
thermos and handed it over to her. He didn't quite know how to warn her it
was hot, but well..she probably would figure that out easily enough!
imperfect exhale: afterwards. Nevertheless she'd squint in the other guys
direction in case she needed to assess his body language. [d]
Connor Sleight: [Motivate the Mob, Diplomacy]
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Connor Sleight: [ +10 Diplomacy, 27 ]
Tesarik One: Everyone except Harl roll PER.
Connor Sleight: "Sounds like an ideal situation once whatever killed these
townsfolk needed more to feed upon. Send up the cry, escort people across
because he was necessary, lure us into the inn, to try and weaken us. Kill
the only man that knew
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: +7 = 9
Connor Sleight: the truth and then keep us confused."[d]
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
imperfect exhale: (( would insight be added as well? ))
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
grim expectation: "We need to get indoors.." Even with cold resist, all the
little humans wouldn't survive this storm in the dark. She had her ring of
exploration and she wasn't even sure she would survive a night in this as it
got worse.
SwordOfAtrophy: (17)
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
grim expectation: [ + 12 = 15 ]
Tesarik One: no just per vs the diplomacy, though insight would make sense
so I'll consider that for the future
psionic wanderer: (18)
imperfect exhale: (( kk then just 5p, 8 total ))
Tesarik One: Anyone that got 26 or below... your opinion of Connor goes up a
step, so if you were friendly with him you now consider him much more helpful
and trustworthy.
Tesarik One: If you barely knew him then you are more friendly towards him.
Tesarik One: I will allow you to rp that out how you see fit as far as
believing him about Harlequin.
psionic wanderer: Well..on the one hand, that one guy seemed like he was
giving a good speech. On the other, he didn't understand a word of it, but
well..everyone liked a good speech giver, right?
Connor Sleight: [::chuckles::]
RageofNocturne: :: He looked to Connor as he continued to make accusations
but as he did he himself would clap his hands together then would pull them
apart in the form of a circle forming his Tiny Hut (1 of 17 spells per
quest)-D-
Connor Sleight: ["I bet that guy kisses babies... I'll vote for him."]
Tesarik One: She took the thermos and took a little sip, she could tell it
was hot from the steam of course. then she handed it back with a wink, "Needs
a little whiskey, but it's pretty good."
SwordOfAtrophy: "That still doesn't answer why he's still here."
psionic wanderer: Couldn't speak his language but he'd shoot someone who
came after him! He took the thermos back and gave his usual 'i have no idea
what you're talking about' thumbs up to Artemis.
grim expectation: She listened to the little speech about King being the
thing that lured them over this way. Her head seemed to move from side to
side a little as she argued with herself over it. "Give everything back you
took from the chest to
imperfect exhale: Well he had a convincing argument, she couldn't deny that,
it left her scratching her head and reaching for a small pouch at her side, a
cube removed and dropped onto her tongue as she considered things. [d]
grim expectation: put it back inside and give us the key to the chest."
RageofNocturne: if winds exceed 75 miles per hour the hut is destroyed. The
interior of the hut can fit up to 9 medium creatures and remains at 70 degree
F if external temp is between 0 and 100. if below zero or over 100 climbs or
lowers 1 degree
RageofNocturne: for 1 degree)
Tesarik One: She thumbs upped right back, and then looked around again, "We
need to get out of this cold." She saw Harlequin make himself his own tiny
little dwelling and frowned, "He's really not a team player is he?"
RageofNocturne: hes actually ontop of the carriage so the hut actually was
formed over and around it))
imperfect exhale: The creation of a mini home perked her interest: if she
could do that she wouldn't have to 'borrow' other peoples attics! But then,
exploring other houses was more fun .. it did have that going for it. [d]
Tesarik One: "I say let's go find a house, we can give it a good search and
see if there's anything that will tell us what's going on. If we are lucky,
there's still townspeople alive and hiding."
RageofNocturne: :: Alright. --he said and unlocked the chest and put back
the wand then the other key and locked it back up. He would then hold the key
out towards them as his spear floated around above him-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: "I agree with that. Any place to buffer against the wind. I
am interested about that figure though." He was fearless, he wasn't afraid of
no ghost.
Tesarik One: "I think maybe we should look and see what is in the chest in
case there is a need for it, we'll know."
imperfect exhale: "Anyone on form with noticing things probably should scout
them out first .. In case there's more than one blue human shaped dancing in
the cold?" A wriggle of her nose, hopefully there was only one and an entire
army hadn't merged
imperfect exhale: with the wicked blizzard. [d]
grim expectation: "C'mon. It's getting cold..." She had been about to say
that she would hog-tie the man when he handed over the key. Flying up a
little bit, she grasped it and then poitned to the house with the lights.
"That's where the.. thing
Tesarik One: There are enough rings of armor in the chest for everyone to
have one for the quest. They give +5 DEF and that can go over your normal def
just for this quest.
grim expectation: was. But I'm thinking this place is a ghost town." She
hoped not literally.
Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/8/2016 11:05:20 PM ^v^
Tesarik One: Storm is getting quite bad. You've all got about 5 minutes to
take shelter.
Tesarik One: "Let's haul the chest inside a house with us." She was already
moving with Apollo towards the house that Naaria pointed out, maybe there was
a naked person there.
RageofNocturne: the Tiny Hut is large enough to shelter 9 medium people so
excluding himself and the horse there is room for others inside of it though
not all of the carriage is gonna fit in it.) But if the winds exceed 75 mph
it will be destroyed
Connor Sleight: Connor closed the lid on the chest and then picked it up
with both hands. "Let's move.. We'll divy up what's necessary out of this
frozen shit hole." And then he started marching towards the house after Artie
and Pollo.[d]
Tesarik One: I will allow you to use the hut over the two large horses if
you wish.
Tesarik One: They are still alive after all. But shivering.
grim expectation: "Connor.. help with the chest..?" She looked to the
trustworthy male but he had already grabbed it and she just moved to follow
him towards the house that had been chosen. Her arbalest made at the ready
just in case. This
RageofNocturne: ok. im also saying this for the others since if Harlequin
leaves the hut it is also destroyed)
grim expectation: place made her feel like her neck hairs were standing on
end.
imperfect exhale: She'd be a bit leery about getting into a house created by
a guy who'd just been accused of masterminding this whole slaughter by the
man with a silver tongue; so she'd wrap her arms around her as the storm got
worse, moving in the
psionic wanderer: It was getting bad, but he wasn't in a good position to
remove his suit and try to patch up the air line. He could rerout it to pull
outside air, however, which ought to help. He fiddled with a few things, then
activated the face
Tesarik One: Ok well OOC that's fine, IC wise they will not know that he has
to remain there unless he tells them.
Tesarik One: The two horses are large size so it'll probably be big enough
for both and Harlequin and not much else.
imperfect exhale: direction the group went and hoping that it wasn't a
literal ghost town. [d]
psionic wanderer: shield to see how his breathing worked. Cold air, but
breatheable, and his suit felt a lot warmer without his face out in the open!
Seemed they were checking out a house? He'd go along, he was usually okay at
spotting stuff.
SwordOfAtrophy: Tromp, tromp, tromp behind his sister. Frickin snow.. he
hated it in season, he hated it twice as much out of season. "I hope it is a
streaker, I could use some good news."
Tesarik One: That is how Artemis felt as well... the same as Smoke. She
hurried across with her brother towards the house and when she got there,
gave a knock on the door. It was only polite. Right?
Tesarik One: There are a few small barns outside homes, if anyone wishes to
put the horses in there if they don't get into the hut.
Tesarik One: As the knock was made on the door, the door opened a little as
if it was unlatched.
RageofNocturne: :: He would sigh and would move out of the hut causing it to
immediately shatter into nothingness once more. Fine the house it is then,
perfectly good waste of a hut though. --he said and moved to follow them with
the horses and on
Connor Sleight: Connor caught up to and then passed the pair as he hip
checked the door further open so he could step in, carrying the chest in an
awkward motion. "Come in, make yourself at home.. Light a fire."
Tesarik One: She shoved it open with her foot then moved so that Connor
could get inside with the chest, then followed after him.
Connor Sleight: And got a boot to the ass. "Thanks, I needed the help."
Tesarik One: There is a fire in the fireplace, and a light scent of home
cooking. The interior is actually rather warm and cozy but a bit small. A
full meal is set on the table, some of it partially eaten. A poorly painted
portrait of a family
RageofNocturne: seeing the barn he would take the horses in there with the
carriage if it would fit since well he was no expert on releasing the horses
from it. After that was done he would then put his hands at the side of one
of the horse heads
Tesarik One: with two children and a dog hangs over the fireplace. Anyone
who has felt the evil in the town already can still feel it, but it feels
more like it's coming from the town, not this particular house itself.
RageofNocturne: forging a Telepathic bond with the thing so the horse could
communicate with him if anything began to happen at the barn. After that was
complete he would head to the home and go inside-D-
Tesarik One: "Oops sorry, darlin." She didn't MEAN to boot Connor in the
ass, but he was kinda cute and she did like cute asses. She moved on in and
began to look around the immediate area.
Tesarik One: The carriage will fit in the barn with the horses. There is
even food for the horses, but all water is frozen.
Connor Sleight: Connor was purdy. Elven Heritage and all.
psionic wanderer: He stepped into the house and had a look around as well,
looking for anything untowards that might well stand out. Given the state of
this place he wasn't sure what would be untowards, though. Corpses seemed
expected.
imperfect exhale: "Cute place." Assessment of the interior was made; and she
was gratified to find that it wasn't filled to bursting with skinned corpses!
Yay! Already things were looking up! [d]
Tesarik One: So he had a little elfy ass.
grim expectation: Naaria looked to make sure Smoke was close by and that the
others were there. Waving for Dash who didn't seem to get much knew to
follow them inside, hopefully soon. Her nostrils flaring. "Wait.. is there
food cooking?" That's
grim expectation: odd considering how they keep finding these places.
Tesarik One: She went to the chest that Connor had and waited for him to
find a place to put it, she was curious as to what was inside. She was also
curious about the house, but she'd do a search shortly. "Ok, so what sort of
'alchemical items'
Tesarik One: is in this chest?"
imperfect exhale: She breathed in deep, and found the home cooking scent,
though it failed to inspire hunger given the horrifying stench was still
messing with her stomach. "Huh .. That .. set's a strange timeframe." Though
considering how quick
RageofNocturne: :: Ohh the water was frozen. Well in that case he would stay
out with the horses forming a new Tiny Hut within the barn to ensure the
survival of the horses and the temperature within the hut would indeed allow
the water to thaw and
imperfect exhale: Donovan was killed and mummified, this kind of confirmed
things a bit in her mind. [d]
Tesarik One: You all make it in the house before the worst of the storm
hits. The snowstorm is very bad and it doesn't take long for the snow to pile
up outside the door and around the house. You can feel the wind buffeting the
small house, but
Tesarik One: you are protected inside.
RageofNocturne: melt for the horses to drink once more. He meanwhile climbed
into the carriage turning his spear into its pillow form and would lay on the
seat to remain there just him and the horses-D-
Connor Sleight: Next to the fire place was the chest released with a squat
and drop. He didn't have the key so he stepped back for the person that did.
Hopefully the fire light was enough to show what was in the damn thing. "Be
careful. The thing
Tesarik One: If anyone would like to search the house, you may do so, and
roll search. There is a kitchen, a living room, parent's room on the 1st
floor, and then two small bedrooms on the second floor. Please state which
room you are searching.
Connor Sleight: IS warded. Hopefully, King didn't give you the wrong
key.."[d]
SwordOfAtrophy: "That's definitely food." Was about all he could add as he
tromped inside. He couldn't comment on the decor or Connors ass. He fumbled
about for a chair of some sort, then plopped down in it,
psionic wanderer: Well sure, he'd search around the house while he was in
there. Search search.
Tesarik One: "Oh dear..." she trusted Connor quite a bit, and now he put bad
things in her mind. She glanced around towards Naaria to see if she was going
to open it.
psionic wanderer: Kitchen!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
grim expectation: She looked to the key for a few moments. "Seems to be the
right one. I think he put the other one inside." A nod was given to Connor
anyway and she moved kneel as best she could while keeping her wings from
being toasted as she
psionic wanderer: (+2 perception, +5 investigator, +5 environmental scanner
= 16)
imperfect exhale: While they examined the chest, her own curiosity got the
better of her despite the horrifying supply closet of doom experience
earlier, and she'd wander off in search of .. clues? Yeah .. let's go with
that. Either way she found her
grim expectation: put the key inside the lock. "If I die.. I'm going to
haunt the little shit and then tell a very angry man who to go after." She
was half kidding of course.
imperfect exhale: way into the parents room on the first floor. [d]
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
imperfect exhale: (( +5p, +5 investigator = 16 .. maybe kept getting
distracted ))
Connor Sleight: With the assisted heat from the flames, the Rogue pulled his
gloves off first, stuffing them into the pockets of the coat before he
removed his goggles and then the fur-lined jacket. "..Well.. Don't be subtle
about it."
RageofNocturne: :: Yea....i dont need them....im fine out here with you two.
--he said out the window to the horses and smiled a bit only to sigh as he
got hungry. Stepping out of the carriage and around he would use his boots to
cause a lush area
Tesarik One: The key clicks with ease when used and the box opens.
grim expectation: "Not a fan of being betrayed.." Meaning if she had gotten
the wrong key, she was fairly certain it would work and moved to open the
chest completely so they could see. Surprised by the supplies inside.
"Huh."
RageofNocturne: of edible plants and fruit bearing ones to sprout all within
the barn more so within the area of his hut so he didnt have to leave it to
get some food to eat. And as for water well he had his flash of endless water
to drink from.-D-
Tesarik One: Ok Dash searches the kitchen yes? You find all the normal
kitchen stuff in there, but in one of the drawers of the china cabinet you
find something wrapped in cloth. It's a silver knife.
psionic wanderer: A silver knife, you say? Well, that was fancy. He picked
it up and gave it a little examination to try and tell how sharp it was
without y'know..slicing his glove open.
Tesarik One: Smoke searches the parent's room. It's a very simple room, with
a double bed and other bedroom furniture. Under the mattress, you find a
leather pouch filled with 3 platinum pieces.
Tesarik One: "It looks like Harlequin isn't joining us, that just seems odd.
He already knows we aren't sure we trust him." But, she watched as the chest
was opened and peered inside.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Simply ask if he's still actually around."
Tesarik One: Just so everyone remembers - there's 3 wands of firestorm 2d3,
10 charges eac, 3 light crossbows with 20 silver bolts each, rings of armor,
10 potions of heal (10hp) and a flintlock with silver bullets.
Tesarik One: Did Harlequin keep the silver moon key?>
RageofNocturne: no he put it back in)
Tesarik One: She used her insignia, "Harlequin, where are you?"
grim expectation: "Maybe he's one of those types that prefers horses.. He
did seem sure he wasn't human unlike you." She wouldn't have assumed any of
them were anything though.. having wings gave away a few things about what
she was.
Tesarik One: Ok so the silver moon key is inside as well.
Tesarik One: Did anyone else do a search of the house?
imperfect exhale: She was a little surprised at the hidden stash, but
reasoned that if it was really hidden and she wasn't meant to find it, then
she wouldn't have found it! She debated keeping it all for herself, but
figured that she wanted to stay
RageofNocturne: :: Out with the horses because they are the only ones who
dont judge me. --he said in a very childish manner because well he still was
a child really.-- Im making sure they stay alive and have water to drink
throughout the night bec
RageofNocturne: ause I dont want them to die because you guys were so intent
on getting yourselves inside and forgetting about them. --he said and took a
bite of the apple he had just picked-D-
imperfect exhale: on everyone's good side .. and if the owners of the house
were alive and well, they could get it back later! So she'd pocket the pouch
yes, but touch her insignia briefly. "Think Maria would divvy up 3 platinum?"
And send down a
imperfect exhale: message. pd[
imperfect exhale: [d] *
Tesarik One: "Well, alright. Just seeing if you were plotting the death of
all humans. I'm sure the horses will be fine in the barn if you do wish to
join us though. There is food in here, and it's nice and warm."
Tesarik One: "I'm sure Maria would if needed."
SwordOfAtrophy: "Well technically we were intent on getting inside to do our
job while Donovan took care of the horses."
RageofNocturne: :: I created another hut in the barn, the water out here
otherwise will freeze since my spell keeps it nice and warm on the inside of
it. So if i leave and go inside their water freezes and the temperature for
them drops more and mo
Tesarik One: So after about 30 minutes......
imperfect exhale: "Wonderful." She would hand Maria the pouch when they got
out of this and back to the considerably less corpse filled OH Inn then! [d]
RageofNocturne: re. So ill just stay out here with them-D-
psionic wanderer: Hey now. He didn't judge the guy. Just because he hadn't
expressed his lack of judgement didn't mean anything! His mind was wandering
a bit, but he figured he might be able to use the silver in that knife, so he
tucked it into his
psionic wanderer: pack for now. If somehow the owners were alive still, he'd
give it back.
Tesarik One: btw that knife is very sharp.
Tesarik One: So after about 30 minutes inside the house, there is a knock at
the door.
Tesarik One: Knock, knock, knock.
grim expectation: Naaria looked at all of the items within the chest. Her
fingers touching the key and then she closed it back up without relocking it.
They hadn't talked about what to do with all the stuff but the knock on the
door brought her out
imperfect exhale: By this point Smoke was back in the living room area with
the others .. and would be side eyeing the door with a vengeance. ".... Thats
the kid ... right?" [d]
psionic wanderer: Well that got his revolver out of its holster in a hurry.
He didn't aim at anything yet though, since that tended to put people even
more on edge.
grim expectation: of her thoughts as she listened to the storm around them.
One hand grasping at her arbalest on her side. "Harlequin.. that you
knocking?"
RageofNocturne: ::
Tesarik One: She was crouched in front of the fireplace warming herself,
drinking any liquor she found in the house. There was some liquor somewhere
right? Surely there was. She stood up rather quickly at the knock.
Tesarik One: Knock, knock, knock!! The knocks were more urgent.
RageofNocturne: :: Well the message would wake him up by this point- I was
awake!! --he yelled into the insignia-- Huh? Knocking? I was sleeping out
here.-D-
Connor Sleight: "...Finally... They brought the snow I ordered.." Up on his
feet he rose making his way to the door. He was agile enough, he thought.
Hopefully, no one was standing directly behind him. Once he had reached the
door, he took in a
grim expectation: Snort. Cute, Connor. Real Cute.
Connor Sleight: deep breath and swung it open, cocking back a fist as if he
was going to knock whatever abominable back into the first century.[d]
Tesarik One: Shivering, nearly frozen to death, a man that looks to be in
his late 50's stands at the door. He has thinning brown hair streaked with
gray and a badly trimmed beard. "C-c-can I s-s-stay here for the night?It's
c-c-c-cold as a
Tesarik One: witch's tit out here."
Connor Sleight: "My god man, get in here before that crazy guy with a spear
sees you!" Connor all but grabbed the man and jerked him inside to slam the
door shut.[d]
Tesarik One: "Huh?" He looked over his shoulder with concern, then was
grabbed and jerked inside. "Ahh warmth." He went to the fireplace and tugged
off his frozen gloves and began to warm himself up."
Tesarik One: She lowered her fists and stared at the old guy as he came near
her by the fire, looking him over and then back to his face, "You from the
town?"
Tesarik One: "Got a farm outside of town," the more he talked the more it
became clear that he was a little bit on the slow side mentally.
imperfect exhale: The first living creature they'd seen since getting here,
he'd be examined with interest by the smoky eyed woman: he didn't look like
an adventurer at first glance, and the bit about the farm just confirmed
that. Looked like he'd
imperfect exhale: been outside for a while .. though how had he survived the
walk, when they barely managed it with the fancy gear on loan by the guy
hiring them? Curious .. [d]
RageofNocturne: :: Wait? Why did you ask if I was knocking? --he asked as he
made himself comfortable once more with his pillow-D-
psionic wanderer: He'd retracted his face shield once again since they had a
fire going. In fact, he took the helmet off entirely so he could tinker with
it some more, since he'd brought a few tools in his pack. Since it seemed to
just be a poor old
psionic wanderer: cold guy and nobody was hitting him, he went back to his
tinkering.
grim expectation: Naaria moved a little with a jerk of her wings but then
they wrapped back around her frame as she watched the man with a seemingly
sweet smile on her angelic elven features but she didn't get as comfortable
as she had been before
grim expectation: just yet. "Why didn't you go with the evacuation?"
Tesarik One: "What's going on with the town that you can tell us?" Since no
one else seemed to be asking questions, the chatty Artemis would ask. She
offered him some of her whiskey from the bottle.
Tesarik One: "Didn't have no place to go," he shrugged and answered Naaria.
SwordOfAtrophy: He didn't trust this random guy who suddenly showed up.
Blizzard outside yet he managed to find the home with people in it?
Inherantly suspicious. So he sat in his chair, like he was asleep, but his
battle mind keeping the heavy
SwordOfAtrophy: steps in track.
Tesarik One: "As for the town, I can't rightly say, but about two..maybe two
and a half weeks ago things started getting cooler. Kinda chilly even. People
blamed it on a freak summer storm. But it kept getting
Tesarik One: colder and colder till one day snow started falling! Snow,
right here in the middle o'summer!" He took a drink of the whiskey and
grinned. "Ahh that's the stuff." He did not give the bottle back. "Some folks
they did leave in a big
Tesarik One: hurry, saying the next ice age was comin', others claimed
demons did it. Some folks with fancy armor and weird ass mages came and poked
into stuff. Ordered everyone out till they could fix the problem. Like I
said, I didn't have no
imperfect exhale: While the others asked the questions, she'd be watching
him as he replied. Sure there'd be some difference in bodylanguage, regional
and all, but she hoped if there was anything to doubt, her gut instinct would
kick in. It wasn't
Tesarik One: place to go so those of us that stayed just bundled up and
dealt with an early winter. Lots a kids playing out in the snow, farmers like
myself didn't
imperfect exhale: infallible, but it had kept her out of some trouble in the
past .. and got her into others. Details. (( insight check into the honesty
of this guy if acceptable! ))
Tesarik One: know what to do. Our crops and livestock's what we make money
offa. We were told by those fancy folks that we'd be paid for our losses so
we just were sittin nice and tight. Cept this mornin I git up and find
Tesarik One: ma wife n kids all vanished, not a trace to be found. Like they
just got up and left without a goodbye." He drank more whiskey.
Tesarik One: Yes.
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
imperfect exhale: (( +5p, +5 investigator, +5 incredible insight = 23 ))
Connor Sleight: Didn't they stop at a farm outside of town..? And no one was
there? Head canted towards the man, studying the means of his build. "Who
were these fancy folks? They give a name..? Carry a crest?" Connor had some
knowledge on the
Tesarik One: "They musta gone bare ass naked though cause none of their
clothes were missin, so I go out to the barn thinking they's all hidin on me
and playing a trick, and I find all my cattle and pigs and sheep torn wide
open
Connor Sleight: nobility of the land.
grim expectation: "Where were you when they disappeared?" So far the thing
they had been dealing with didn't seem selective. She felt for the guy really
but a random man outside of town finding them in the house was odd. And this
was the first
Tesarik One: like someone shoved a keg o liquor down their throats and
shoved a tindertwig up their asses. Guts everywhere, blood and bones."
Tesarik One: As far as you can tell he's being honest.
grim expectation: they'd heard of the animals being hurt. Oh yeah and
someone should answer Harlequin "We have a guest in the house. Go back to
sleep."
Tesarik One: "Yep, carry the crest of the Kyngfeld Patricians. Said we'd be
paid for what we lost."
Tesarik One: "I was in my bed sleepin when they disappeared."
Connor Sleight: "Where did these Patricians stay? In town? And if so, where
in particular?"
imperfect exhale: She winced when he got to the livestock, that was
gruesome. And his family disappeared .. why was he spared? She'd watch him in
case anything popped up that was obvious. Ancient magical birthmark of crazy
immunity, stone he picked
Tesarik One: "So..." He turned a little more pale than he was and drank more
whiskey, "I am telling you this ...I saw a patch of my field ripple and slide
over
imperfect exhale: up one day and wore as a necklace that was actually an
ancient protective talisman .. anything really. [d]
Tesarik One: quiet as a mouse fart and swallow up my plow. Then it came
slidin towards me. So I hopped on my horse and rode it like a bat outta hell
till it died a couple miles outside town. Then I just walked the rest of the
way, banging on
Tesarik One: doors. Do I smell food?"
Tesarik One: "I dunno where they stayed. They wer eon fancy horses and just
were going house to house telling us all that the High Citizen wanted us to
eva...evacate or something like that." He had more whiskey.
SwordOfAtrophy: "We are not cooking anything. But yes, you do. Take that for
what you will."
imperfect exhale: "Your farm .. ate your plough." Was that some kind of
revenge for being ploughed all the time? Did his field eat his family too?
This didn't make any sense, and she was getting a headache! But it would
explain why he was here: maybe
Tesarik One: "They weren't the actual patricians, don't imagine they'd come
out and get their hands dirty, was their servants or something." He shrugged.
You all would remember that the High Citizen did say he'd sent troops in to
evacuate people
imperfect exhale: wife and child hopped outside for water or something and
then: nom. [d]
RageofNocturne: sorry brb gotta take care of something in the house)
Tesarik One: before calling for Maria's aid.
Tesarik One: "Uh huh the farm ate my plow and I hadn't even been drinking
yet."
Connor Sleight: "...What is this ? Soviet Russia?"
Tesarik One: "Maybe we should go out to his farm in the morning?" She
glanced around, and then found some food and handed it to the man.
Connor Sleight: [Kidding, ex that.]
Tesarik One: Haha.
imperfect exhale: "Shame." Probably would've been easier to handle if
everyone involved was drunk, least till it came down to refllexes anyway. [d]
psionic wanderer: The one joke Dash would get!
Tesarik One: "Well I ain't going out to that place tonight, it's haunted! I
ain't never going back to that place alone!"
grim expectation: "Might be a good idea.. Just get warm, friend. There are
things about that no one seems to understand yet. Assuming the kid and
horses survive the night."
Tesarik One: "Tomorrow, in the light. What's your name?"
Tesarik One: "Jeremy Hartland." He finished the bottle of whiskey. "Got
anymore of this stuff?"
Tesarik One: He started looking for the supply of alcohol in the house. Who
could blame him?
Tesarik One: "Where's the other people in town that you said disappeared?"
she asked while watching him search for the alcohol. She finally pointed to
one of the cabinets where he'd find the stash.
Tesarik One: "I dunno, maybe they up and vanished like ma family."
Connor Sleight: "Well... There was... a very grim scene we stepped into at
the inne... I'd suggest you drink all the whiskey in the world before you
step a single foot into it... There are people there... Eviscerated much akin
to your livestock...
grim expectation: Or parts of them were in the Inne attacking people.. A
shudder went through the winged half-elf before she settled on the stool she
was on again. "You're either very lucky to be alive.. or very unlucky,
Jeremy."
Connor Sleight: Though they seemed.. Mummified, dried out from the cold
but... How it happens so quickly seems to speak a supernatural origin.."
Tesarik One: The storm rages outside, beating against the house, snow piles
up around the area. Jeremy wasn't happy to hear what Connor had to say about
the people at the inne, and just drank more. He found a spot to sit that was
warm and
Tesarik One: unless spoken to directly just stared into the flames and
drank.
Tesarik One: Two hours later......
Tesarik One: CRACK!
Connor Sleight: DRUNKEN FRAT PARTY!
Tesarik One: A broken branch from an overhanging tree smashes open a window
in the living room, which puts out any candles or lights you've all had going
except the fireplace. The light from the fireplace
Tesarik One: causes crazy and demonic looking shadows across the halls. In
the silence, all that you can hear is the howling of the wind outside, and
the far off wail of a dog.... or maybe a wolf.
Tesarik One: A few minutes later, all wind outside dies down. Anyone that
looks outside will see that the storm has stopped, and the sky is coal black,
the moons peeking up over the horizon casting a pale hue over the dead town.
Tesarik One: An occasional gust of wind rattles the house you are all in,
making old timbers creak in protest.
Tesarik One: What will you all do?
imperfect exhale: Smoke was startled from the half asleep daze she'd settled
into, something along the lines of whattheeverlovingfuckshit when the branch
game through the window. Then the wolves. Same wolf as before? Who cared:
still creepy. She'd
SwordOfAtrophy: He nearly fell off the chair when the window shattered, but
barely moved otherwise. Instead, he listened, was something coming? He had to
pick it out over the road and howl of the wind.
imperfect exhale: not dare to go to the window itself, but if anyone
reported the status of the outside at first she'd feel relief that the storm
was up, but then the rest made her want to curl up under a blanket somewhere
and wish she didn't have to
Tesarik One: Artemis had found a spot to curl up and sleep, humans needed
sleep after all, and the breaking window startled her awake. She jumped up,
giving a little startled cry, and looked around as she rubbed her eyes. "What
the hell is going
Connor Sleight: "Well..." Peeking outside through the front door as he had
cracked it open in it's calm. "Something terrible is about to happen..." He
just knew it. And so, he went to the chest and flung it open. The flintlock
was taken and tossed
Tesarik One: on?" she asked sleepily.
imperfect exhale: pull up her big girl pants and deal with it (as she was
being paid to do). [d]
Tesarik One: Everyone roll a Listen.
Connor Sleight: it at Dash since he managed to wield something similar.
"Take what you can use and start heading back towards the Inne.."
psionic wanderer: Thankfully he was well caffeinated so he hadn't been
startled awake. He was already awake! He did quit fucking with his helmet,
however, and stuck it back on his head and let it clamp itself in place. He
also pulled his handgun once
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Connor Sleight: [ 21 ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: 19
grim expectation: Naaria had been keeping watch as best she could when the
branch happened. She jumped up from her stool with her arbalest out and then
looked around. She agreed with Connor.
imperfect exhale: (( +5p 11 ))
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
grim expectation: [ + 11 = 28 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: (14)
psionic wanderer: again. And then a flintlock was tossed at him? He caught
it instinctively and well..was fairly certain he'd get better use out of his
own weapon, but perhaps in a pinch!
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
psionic wanderer: (15)
Tesarik One: 18+ hear something outside one of the other large windows in
the living room. The curtains are drawn tight across the windows, but
something is definitely making a little bit of noise outside.
grim expectation: "You really think this stuff is going to help us?" She
looked at the random stuff that was withint he chest and grabbed for the moon
key which seemed odd and made sure to pass out the rings to everyone. She
was no good with the
grim expectation: wands. "Harlequin.. you still alive?"
Tesarik One: Jeremy, by the way, has drunk himself into a stupor during the
few hours they'd been waiting for the storm to pass. In his half sleeping,
half drunken stupor he does babble something about his wife's obsession with
the dark crystal
RageofNocturne: sorry the female parental unit was having a bitch fit whats
going on?)
Tesarik One: moon and how she should leave past sins buried. If anyone
speaks to him though he responds with curses directed at the moon and the
cold. Then he passes out.
imperfect exhale: "Thanks darling." She'd look at the ring curiously, then
shrug and figure that as it had been locked up all nice and safe it must be
useful, popping it on her finger before stuffing her gloves on in preparation
to go outside. [d]
imperfect exhale: A blink at the drunk farmer. That wasn't portentous at
all. Nope nope.
Tesarik One: She put the ring on, and didn't take anything else in the chest
unless they wanted her to carry some of the potions. At the sound, she crept
towards the curtains and quickly pulled them open.
RageofNocturne: :: Huh? Yea, im still alive, why wouldnt i be? --he asked to
the insignia and would lift a brow as he drank some water-D-
Connor Sleight: "I think the silver bolts fired through that cross brow
might come in handy... Silver makes for quite the universal killer of the
supernatural..." The ring he received was slipped on. The healing potions
were divied up... Two to
Tesarik One: Window cracked open from a branch, wolves howl... it's been two
hours.
grim expectation: "Anyone else... Artemis.. whatcha see?" She had been
about to ask if anyone could hear the noise. "Come to the house.."
Connor Sleight: Naaria, two to Artie, two to Dash, two to Apollo and two to
Smoke.[d]
Tesarik One: As the curtains were drawn aside.... there was something very
odd outside.
RageofNocturne: :: You want me to walk through the storm to the house? You
are insane, im not going out into that.-D-
imperfect exhale: Securing the heavy crossbow to herself some how (it had to
have a strap or something right?), she removed her spectral sword and kept it
ready, glancing over as the guy brought up silver bolts .. good plan. She'd
move to the chest
Connor Sleight: [Storm is over. Clear dark sky.]
grim expectation: She took the potions and put them in her pack. "The storm
that isn't going anymore? Get over here."
Tesarik One: Clinging to the window is a pale, naked form of a young lady,
she looks to be roughly early twenties, with an athletic build and her skin
silky smooth and tinted a light bluish purple, almost glowing
SwordOfAtrophy: He was handed things. "What are these?"
imperfect exhale: and secure the bolts, though if anyone was better with
ranged weaponry she'd definitly loan out the crossbow for efficiency
purposes! Potions were eyed and accepted, a grin flashed in his direction.
[d]
Tesarik One: in the light of the moons. You notice also that there are
sucker like cups growing out of her fingertips, toes and heels which stick to
the glass like glue. Her eyes are pupil-less, and solid gray like chips of
ice, the expression
Connor Sleight: "Go juice. You get hurt, you drink these, you go."
RageofNocturne: :: He would look out of the barn then would sigh and would
take his pillow and would pat the horses and then leave them shattering the
tiny hut then would float out of the barn hugging his pillow formed spear as
he flew over for the
RageofNocturne: house-D-
grim expectation: Naaria grabbed some of the silver bolts that she could use
with her arbalest and then turned towards Artemis. "That.. That' might be
what I saw earlier. How cute. Can I shoot it?"
Tesarik One: on her face is blank, like a statue given life, her naked form
pressed grotesquely against the window. She doesn't appear to be breathing or
give any outward signs of life. She's just suckered to the glass.
imperfect exhale: That woman on the window was very unsettling. [d]
Connor Sleight: The form in the window made him give a double take. Details
seen, his brain started tumbling over the vast array of knowledge he had
accumulated over the years. [ Monster Lore ]
SwordOfAtrophy: He was used to people treating him like he was simple. He
was just blind. "Oh, ok then.." He tucked them away with the other potions.
"So.. whats everyone all gasping about?"
OnlineHost: Connor Sleight rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Connor Sleight: [ Frackin... 22 ]
psionic wanderer: "...." He didn't even have words in his head for that
sight. Suction cup naked lady? That would make a very strange car ornament.
imperfect exhale: "Naked woman on the window."
grim expectation: "Like a tree frog."
Connor Sleight: "She is a risen... Transformed, somehow... I'd avoid letting
her suck you."
imperfect exhale: She resisted the urge to quip about her lack of suitable
equipment, instead just nodding slightly. [d]
Tesarik One: She giggled, and stared at the woman. Giggling at Connor's
warning, that's all. She moved to the window and tapped it to see if the
woman would tap back.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Uhhh neat, whats a tree frog?" He knew a naked woman. Well
not really what they looked like, but the general concept.
Tesarik One: "Kinda blue, and yes like a naked lady tree frog. She looks
dead." She glanced to Connor and back again. "Undead."
Tesarik One: "She's got suckers on her fingertips and feet and she's stuck
to the glass with them."
Tesarik One: Everyone, roll a Spot that wishes.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: 27
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
grim expectation: [ + 11 = 21 ]
grim expectation: [ err +12 = 22 * I can math ]
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
OnlineHost: psionic wanderer rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
RageofNocturne: +5= 12)
psionic wanderer: (14)
RageofNocturne: :: Getting to the house he would blink-- What the hell is
that?? --he said about the suction cuppy woman and then knocked on the door-
Let me in then!-D-
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: 17+ can tell that her eyes are focused on one thing and one
thing alone. Nothing you all do will make her look away or even react in any
way. She's staring at the passed out farmer, Jeremy.
imperfect exhale: (( +5 alert, +5p - 19 ))
Tesarik One: Dun dun dun.
Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/9/2016 12:17:18 AM ^v^
grim expectation: Wifey's home!
Tesarik One: And that is where we end tonight! Next week we finish this
quest line!
imperfect exhale: socreepy
Tesarik One: If everyone that has something out of the chest will IM me so I
can make sure I have it down, that would be helpful.
Tesarik One: I have the potions listed.
Tesarik One: and that Dash has the flintlock.
Tesarik One: Didn't catch anything else.
Connor Sleight: Naaria passed out the rings.
Tesarik One: Right, the rings. got that
grim expectation: Harlequin would get one chucked at his head when he joined
the fun party :D
Connor Sleight: Smoke and Naaria grabbed some bolts as well.
psionic wanderer: I think like one more quest after this and Dash will have
his translator fixed
Tesarik One: Ok got it.
grim expectation: from listening to everyone talk around him like the 13th
warrior? -kidding-
Tesarik One: I think Harl wanted a wand right?
psionic wanderer: No from getting his space man tech fixed :-P
RageofNocturne: he would have taken one but as he was told to return what he
took he wont take anything from the chest anymore)
Tesarik One: he's such a brat lol
grim expectation: if it's handed out.. he should take it and not be a child
Tesarik One: The chest is open and the items were distributed, he would
still refuse?
RageofNocturne: yup he would!)
Tesarik One: Ok
Tesarik One: even the ring then right
psionic wanderer: let's just be thankful he's not Gar or we would've never
seen what was in the chest
RageofNocturne: yup even the ring.)
imperfect exhale: ohgod so true >.<
RageofNocturne: lol)
Connor Sleight: ...I would have CRPed and killed Gar.
Tesarik One: that's true.
Tesarik One: lol