Quest: A Summer's Freeze, Part 3 / Dm: Tesarikone

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Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/29/2016 9:01:50 PM ^v^
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]
|| Connor 0/41 [20]
Tesarik One: It's been a few weeks so we'll do states again, but this is who
went last time, minus Dashiell who won't be joining us.
Tesarik One: If you want to trade out a char, that's fine, as long as you
are willing to rp you've been along the whole time or traveled in through the
snow mundanely.
Tesarik One: Or if you want to play someone who hasn't attended in the past.
Tesarik One: Sapphire and below.
Tesarik One: ---------------------------------
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "A Summer's Freeze, Part 3"
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 | Sapphire Champion |
Support/Bloodhound/Combat | 2d64 | 40 HP | 21 DDC | Bruise Easily,
Claustrophobia, Distinctive | Bludgeoning x 1.5 | CM: Avian Agility +2 Qck
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
DaemianBerazalle: Achilles, Topaz Marshal, Combat/Ranger, 2d48, DC=16,
HP=28(2 end 2 wil, 4 CM), Flaws: Critically Challenged, Grudge Keeper:
Apollo, Ponderous, Weakness: None, Teamwork: Tag Team Fighting, CMs: Blitz:
+1 Quick, Brawn: +4 HP
RageofNocturne: Ragnar Koda/Sapphire Champion/ 2d64/ HP-45/ DC-19/Combat/
Fighter/ Self Heal-18/Flaws: Code of Honor, Chivalrous Courtesy, Deep
Sleeper/ Weakness: none/ Immunity: Cold/Teamwork: Brilliant Inspiration
SwordOfAtrophy: Apollo - Amber Adept - Combat/Fighter - 2d50 - 28 HP (3 WLP)
- 20 DDC - No weakness - Flaws: Blind, Narrow, Individualist - Teamwork: Tag
Team Fighting
The Quiet Touch: Sun Feng , Amber Champion, 2d54, Monk, DC:23, HP 27, Flaws-
Ambitious , Arrogant, Favorite Target, Spells: Better Body- +1 Qck
Tesarik One: Artemis - Amber Defender - 2d52 - 29hp - DC12 - 14 Heal Points
- Flaws: Beastly Instinct, Ponderous, Sickly - Teamwork: Tag Team Fighting
DaemianBerazalle: (Hp should equal 32, forgot to adjust, sorry)
The Quiet Touch: (Sorry DC with spell is 24
OnlineHost: OnlyintheBx has entered the room.
Tesarik One: 7/8
Tesarik One: Scales?
OnlineHost: OnlyintheBx has left the room.
Tesarik One: Alright, roll for init.
scales change: [ Sorry. Just here for mod support if necessary. Trust me
Kythin doesn't fit the qualifications ;) ]
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
grim expectation: [ + 11 = 23 ]
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 quick, -5 Medium Armor = 15)
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
SwordOfAtrophy: (+10 = 17)
The Quiet Touch: (4 Lightining Init 10, Qck 12=27)
The Quiet Touch: (*13 Qck
imperfect exhale: (( +14 = 33 ))
RageofNocturne: +9 qck +10 lightning init= 35))
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: -8 = 12
DaemianBerazalle: (Ponderous, -10 = 5)
Tesarik One: Hold a moment. And I'd be one sorry Storyline mod if I wasn't
aware of Kythin being over Sapphire lol. I was inviting any of your other
chars. Sorry for the misunderstanding.
imperfect exhale: (( gonna put the kettle on, brb ))
Tesarik One: Ragnar 0/45 [19] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria
0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32
[16]
Tesarik One: Did I get everyone and correctly?
DaemianBerazalle: (Looks ok on my end)
The Quiet Touch: (Looks good to me(
OnlineHost: penumbric karma has entered the room.
OnlineHost: penumbric karma has left the room.
RageofNocturne: Good here))
grim expectation: ( Looks awesome )
Tesarik One: New folks, you've been given a +5 DEF ring for this quest only.
It can go above normal def limits.
Tesarik One: Here's what's happened so far....
Tesarik One: (Part 1) 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
Tesarik One: make it 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
Tesarik One: Donovan dead. (Part 2) A fight with the crawling hands, and
back up to discover the dead Donovan. The storm gets worse, they all take
shelter in a home when an old farmer named Jeremy shows up, tells his
Tesarik One: tale, then gets drunk. It ends with a sucker-lady stuck to the
front window....
Tesarik One: If anyone wishes to add anything, please do so now.
grim expectation: Staring right at their friend!
Tesarik One: Yep staring at Jeremy through the glass.
grim expectation: And he was murmuring in his sleep about his wife and the
dark crystal
Tesarik One: Right. He's drunk and sleeping.
SwordOfAtrophy: And David Bowie was watching through a window.
grim expectation: Anyone with magic would feel something in the air, wasn't
it?
Tesarik One: The lady is naked, with suckers on her toes and fingers, stuck
to the window. Her eyes are pupil less and solid gray like chips of ice, and
her expression is blank.
The Quiet Touch: (Sooo miley cirus is watching them?)
Tesarik One: Yes. If you can see auras hers is a swirl of colors streaked
with black and red, and magic users will feel danger from her.
Tesarik One: Those who passed Spots notice she is not breathing or at least
doesn't appear to be breathing.
grim expectation: Oh and the 2 10 HP heal potions that were given to Dash..
say they went to Artemis or Achilles?
Tesarik One: Yeah we can do that.
Tesarik One: Artemis can get one, Achilles can get 1.
grim expectation: And Dash also got a flintlock with silver bullets..
Tesarik One: Anyone want to use that? it's not a perma gear.
DaemianBerazalle: (Achilles will give it a try, if no one else wants it)
The Quiet Touch: (Sun is more,..hands on)
Tesarik One: Alright lets get this on the road. You all have pulled the
curtains aside in the house you are in taking shelter from the terrible
winter storm (in the midst of summer) and find sucker lady attached. Begin
RP.
grim expectation: ( there was a silver dagger I think left over too if Sun
wants that )
Tesarik One: Ok.
grim expectation: Nari had just thrown the last ring of defense as Ragnar
the bear joined them and then she turned towards what they found on the
window. A hiss came from her lips as she grasped at her own personal
arbalest. Fingers reaching for
Tesarik One: Artemis frowned as she stared at the grotesque naked lady
suckered to the window. She wasn't about to run out there by herself, but she
really did want to get rid of that nasty creature.
DaemianBerazalle: He had busied himself with familiarizing how the gun
worked before he'd take his eyes away. Until someone mentioned a naked
sucker lady. He looked over to Artemis with an arch of his brows. "Uhmm . .
. I'm guessing it's a safe
SwordOfAtrophy: He stood up slowly, stretching. Naked lady? Damned if he
knew what that actually looked like. "So, are we going to invite her in for
tea and a beating.. or trudge out there into the snow?"
DaemianBerazalle: bet that's not what normal people do, right? I mean, I've
never done it." Well, perhaps it was a good thing he'd studied the weapon.
"Probably best to not let the glass break, so outside is my guess, brother."
-d-
grim expectation: one of the silver bolts she'd just split with Smoke.
"Wow.. she's.. gorgeous." Her tone made it obvious she wasn't being serious
as she followed the woman's gaze to the farmer they had let it. Slowly she
moved over towards the
The Quiet Touch: The brow just arched some seeing the female attatched to
the window, "hm,..I have seen some curious things but that is one of the
top." He kept the wrapped hands tucked itno the sleeves of that silk jacket
worn, head tilted some
Tesarik One: She stepped forward and tapped on the glass a few times trying
to get the lady's attention, but that was to no avail.
grim expectation: farmer and let her wings spreadout a little bit so that
she was blocking the lady's view of him.
Tesarik One: Her eyes were still fixed in that direction.
The Quiet Touch: with a slight frown. Watching the one walking over tapping
the window he gave a slow blink, head tipped left and right slowly with a
muffled pop. *D
imperfect exhale: Fingers found themselves wrapping around the bone hilt at
her waist, free hand reaching up to rub at her eyes as she blinked at the
scene in the window .. nope .. still there; she wasn't on a bad trip. Well.
Not that kind of bad
RageofNocturne: :: He would catch the ring in his cub form thanks to the
gnomekind ring then removed it returning to normal form and put the other
ring on and nodded over to Naaria-- Thank you. --he said then slid the other
into his pocket and then
imperfect exhale: trip, certainly events so far hadn't led her to believe
this was what was known as a good little holiday. [d]
Tesarik One: "What should we do? The storm isn't nearly as bad as it was
earlier, should we go outside and try to get her off the glass? We'll freeze
tonight if we break this window, we've already got one broken window."
DaemianBerazalle: He just shrugged a bit, looking to see that Apollo was ok
before moving towards the door. He'd pause a moment, and take that time to
listen at the door to see if anything was lurking close by(Listen check).
Tesarik One: She paused, and tilted her head, "Or we could close the
curtains and just wait and see if she's there in the morning."
RageofNocturne: would reach back and pull his Frigid Spiked Decimating
Sledgehammer from his back and held it infront of him and growled-- Freezing
isnt something I must worry about...but i wont go breaking it because I know
not everyone can withst
Tesarik One: Go for it.
RageofNocturne: and the cold like me.-D-
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
DaemianBerazalle: (+2 PErception, +5 Alert = 27)
grim expectation: "She wants our new friend i think and I'm betting that
she's part of the reason the weather is like this." In a protective crouch
in front of the man, she tried to figure out if there was anything familiar
about the female that
The Quiet Touch: With one moving for the door he just turned and was walking
in the direction as well, "I am not fond of having an unknown
entity,..clinging to the window stalkerish."
grim expectation: would jog her memory. (Knowledge: Monster Lore?)
Tesarik One: Sure.
DaemianBerazalle: Well, good thing he was a member of the Heart. He spoke
through the insignia, not wanting to make a sound near thee door. Insignia:
"Something's out there. Can't tell what it is, but there's something else
nearby. If we're going
DaemianBerazalle: to do something, it needs to be soon." -d-
grim expectation: Grasping into her bag after checking out the woman, she
pulled out the Tome of World Memory and started to flip through the pages. (
Bonus of +5 to Knowledge check + 10 Monster Lore )
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
grim expectation: [ + 15 = 33 ]
DaemianBerazalle: (Going to roll a Stealth to remain near the door)
Tesarik One: Ok.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
grim expectation: There were more pages flipped through a couple times
before finally she closed the book and put it back into her satchel. "I
don't think I know what she is specifically but I'm thinking she's going to
be similar to undead creatures
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
RageofNocturne: :: Looking over to Naaria he looked back to the sucker woman
and then hearing through the insignia of something else being close by he
would growl a bit turning towards the door and stepping over in its direction
only to turn and ho
RageofNocturne: ld his hammer at the ready-D-
grim expectation: so no poisons, can't control her mind.. maybe a weakness
to holy."
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 Quick, +5 Stealth = 29)
The Quiet Touch: A single nod was given over to the explination of the
female then looked to the male at the door touching his own insignia using
it, "well if something is outside the door than maybe we should greet them?"
He would remain standing
The Quiet Touch: quietly there.
Tesarik One: You remain stealthily hidden.
grim expectation: She was betting the silver they all now had would help,
too but she stayed where she was and pulled her arbalest back around. Her
fingers going into her bodice like she was touching herself to fix the
location of her insignia so it
Tesarik One: (brb)
grim expectation: could be used. "Let us know if you find anything.."
DaemianBerazalle: He very carefully slid his bow from his back, readying an
arrow in his free hand as he waited to see what the others were doing.
"Pretty sure I can get the drop on whatever it is, if someone can get the
door for me." He was ready
SwordOfAtrophy: He stood there, his ears picking up movement all around,
equating footsteps with voices. His fingers twitched as he was ready for
battle, but without knowing where the danger was he could do very little.
DaemianBerazalle: to move, and to act, more focused than he'd been just
moments ago.
RageofNocturne: :: As he made himself reach he would also actually take a
second to shake himself fluffing up his fur a nice amount (Poofy Fur: +7
damage absorb)-- Maybe.......but it might just bust through the moment
someone goes over to it...-D-
The Quiet Touch: Another nod and he moved over for the door, looking back to
the one with the bow his hand moved out to the door."Ready?" Brow arched
staring at the man.
The Quiet Touch: *D
Tesarik One: (back)
DaemianBerazalle: (Wb)
The Quiet Touch: (Wb)
RageofNocturne: :: Looking to the one by the door and the one ready to open
it he would tighten his grip on his hammer and planted his feet while he
readied himself to strike if need be at whatever it was if it rushed in and
an arrow didnt put it d
Tesarik One: "Let's take care of the issue. I for one won't be able to sleep
tonight knowing there's a sucker undead lady on the window and possibly more
out waiting for us."
RageofNocturne: own first-D-
DaemianBerazalle: "Ready." He said. Arrow nocked to bowstring, some
tension applied as he signaled ahead. He'd move out once the door swung
open, ready to act depending on what he saw in his field of vision(Eyes of
the Dragon, Blindsense: 60 ft,
DaemianBerazalle: Darkvision: 120 ft). Ready to attack or to try and get to
whatever it was that was out here in addition to their peeping Jane. -d-
Tesarik One: Roll a Spot, Achilles.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
DaemianBerazalle: (+2 Perception, +5 Alert = 20)
The Quiet Touch: He geasped the handle and gave the door a tug to open it
for the male, as soon as he was out he was moving out as well.
DaemianBerazalle: (+5 Three-Faced Helm = 25)
Tesarik One: You can barely make it out, but about 20 feet from the door,
crouched behind a drift of snow, is another naked sucker undead.
DaemianBerazalle: A message sent through the insignia: "There's a second.
Engaging." Before he did just that, relying on his own stealth, he drew
sight on the creature and let loose with his bow, not wanting the noise of a
gun to give himself
DaemianBerazalle: away(Hidden Sniper: Remain Hidden once a combat after
attacking, Point Blank Shot, Point Blank Master, Combat Marksman).
The Quiet Touch: He had actually placed himself between where the window
sucker would be and the male with the bow.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 quick, +2 Ranger's Boon = 17 on the crouched sucker)
Tesarik One: Hit
DaemianBerazalle: (Sorry, +1 PBM = 18)
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 2 48-sided dice: 4 20
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 2 5-sided dice: 3 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 Quick, +3 Ranger, +1 PBS = 18 dmg)
Tesarik One: 0 DEF = 18 dmg
Tesarik One: As the creature is attacked, another naked sucker creature
appears from behind a snowbank further away and begins to run towards the
house.
Tesarik One: The lady on the window, doesn't appear to notice anything,
paying no mind to anything going on around her.
Tesarik One: Sucker Undead 1 18/?? [16] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] || Smoke 0/35
[24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Sucker Undead 2 0/?? [16] ||
Apollo 0/28 [20] || Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32
Tesarik One: [16] || Window Lady 0/?? [10]
Tesarik One: SU1 -
DaemianBerazalle: "Ah shit, make that a third." He let out a slight mutter,
shaking his head. He was committed to it now.
The Quiet Touch: He turned back watching the new one rushing up and slid
around in the snow placing himself once more between the creature and the
marksman, hands came from the sleeves, the the right bent at the elbow
slightly, angled with his palm
Tesarik One: Despite the grave wound from the arrow that was still
protruding from his body, he rushed forward towards Sun. He seemed a grand
target indeed. Those suckers on their hands were good for more than stickign
to glass. Aiming for any
The Quiet Touch: facing the ground, left crooked and aiming toward the one
rushing him now and grinned a moment.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Well, let them in.. we can't be rude." Well, that and he
knew this layout, he'd rather fight in here if it meant not going outside.
Tesarik One: bare skin if possible, if not shirts, pants, clothing of any
sort was fine too since it would rip them to shreds and expose the flesh, it
slapped its hand against Sun. (Sucker Slap)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +6 = 14
Tesarik One: Miss
Tesarik One: Ragnar-
RageofNocturne: :: Seeing the rushing one coming towards the house aswell he
would narrow his eyes and look to the pair with bows-- Cover me best you can.
--he said and the large ursa move his way through the door shoving Sucker1
and then lifted hi
RageofNocturne: s hammer high and brought it crashing down onto the thing-D-
(Absolute- no evades, reflects etc can be used. magic def only allowed)
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: +12 str +3 fighters weapon= 23)
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 2 64-sided dice: 51 61
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 4 10-sided dice: 3 9 4 3
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: TrueRedBlood has entered the room.
RageofNocturne: +12 str +6 two handed weapon +3 fighters weapon= 58 dmg))
TrueRedBlood: [ -plops her ass down, knowing she's late- ]
RageofNocturne: + frost + piercing + bludgeoning)
Tesarik One: State to add.
Tesarik One: If you wish. Someone can bring you up to speed in IM.
Tesarik One: That creature was now just blood and gore. Bits.
Tesarik One: Ragnar 0/45 [19] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria
0/40 [21] || Sucker Undead 2 0/?? [16] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || Artemis 0/29
[12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Window Lady 0/?? [10]
Tesarik One: Smoke-
TrueRedBlood: [ Jessica // Crystal Adept - Devout... 2d32 (not sure what all
to state XD )]
Tesarik One: I need HP, and DC at least.
TrueRedBlood: [ HP is 16, DC is 11 (10+Qck there) ]
Tesarik One: Someone mind letting Jessica mun know what's going on?
grim expectation: ( I can try.. )
TrueRedBlood: [ I'll harass Mark with a tickle attack maybe XD ]
grim expectation: ( or that )
Tesarik One: Smoke-
imperfect exhale: (( yeah foggy 3am brain sorry typing ))
Tesarik One: Np just wanted to state again since it got lost in the OOC :)
imperfect exhale: "The hell?!" Suddenly there was movement and undead and a
bear and just .. what? Shaking herself briskly, she'd observe as the first
critter went down almost without a fight, leaving open the second one who was
in the process of
imperfect exhale: running towards the house .. considering she wasn't made
of brawn she doubted it'd go down easy, but either way there'd be a poof of
black smoke and she'd reappear off to the side of the advancing undead, Spook
out and coming down
imperfect exhale: with its black blade itching for the nekkid persons
shoulder. Because why not? (( spook 2d11, +3 dance partner strike/dmg, dex
fighter ))
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: "Arty.. question."
Tesarik One: "Mm?"
imperfect exhale: (( +14q +3 = 24 ))
SwordOfAtrophy: "Does that window open?"
Tesarik One: "No, it's a big picture window."
Tesarik One: Hit
SwordOfAtrophy: "Damnit."
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 2 62-sided dice: 11 51
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 2 11-sided dice: 10 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
imperfect exhale: (( +14q, +3, 8, 10, 7 = 42 ))
TrueRedBlood: She blinked as she had fallen asleep (when all else fails,
pretend you were asleep the whole time!), which wasn't a hard thing to
believe considering the fact that this red dragon was rather weakened by the
cold. Her stamina was
The Quiet Touch: A touch to his insignia since he was outside, "you said our
friend was muttering about a dark crystal and his wife?" *D
Tesarik One: Cut down in its undead prime.
Tesarik One: Ragnar 0/45 [19] || Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria
0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] || Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32
[16] || Window Lady 0/?? [10] || Jessica 0/16 [11]
TrueRedBlood: gone, her cheerfulness depleted and she was groggily just
lifting her head up and blinking as she just sorta sat there, begging the
sandman to stop pulling her under the covers of slumber; and yes she had all
her clothes on.
grim expectation: "He was muttering at some point about a dark crystal yes.
Why?"
imperfect exhale: "WOOH!" Arms were thrown up over her head in victory,
before she'd then cuddle her weapon. Whoseagoodspookysword? You are! Yes you
are! [d]
Tesarik One: Both of the active critters were down, but there was still that
lady clinging, unmovingly to the big window.
The Quiet Touch: He moved around to where the clingy woman was and pointed
at her, "Wife possibly?" Brow arched some and he just walked over standing
behind the woman,...then reached out tapping her shoulder. "Pardon me, why do
you adhere to the
The Quiet Touch: window in such a fashion?" He was a fucking monk after
all,..so ask a question before he kicks her head off. *D
SwordOfAtrophy: He reached down to ruffle Jess's head a moment. "Wakey,
wakey sweetness.. we have trouble."
Tesarik One: Artemis grabbed her cloak she'd borrowed, and headed outside
with the others. They'd killed..destroyed..whatever it was, the ones that
were moving but the lady was still stuck to the window.
Tesarik One: The man was middle aged, the "woman" was young. Probably not
his wife. She made no movement when tapped, nor did she speek.
Tesarik One: speak*
DaemianBerazalle: He hadn't really moved from where he was, or generally
made a sound, still attempting to keep up his stealth while the fight was
happening. Through the insignia: "Nothing natural could be out in this
weather, naekd. Put it out of
DaemianBerazalle: its misery and lets go back inside already."
DaemianBerazalle: naked*
RageofNocturne: :: Looking around he hefted up his massive sledgehammer upon
his shoulder and looked around as the blood and gore froze and dropped off
his hammers body and spikes in clumps keeping alert for any other things
heading their way-D- (s
The Quiet Touch: His head tipped staring then a frown at no response, that
brow arched even more. "Alright."
RageofNocturne: pot?)
Tesarik One: She will not fight back, so you all can decide how you want to
end her. Depending on how you do it, you could break the large window.
Tesarik One: Sure.
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: +5 alert +5 three face helmet= 22)
Tesarik One: She walked over to the woman and then just reached around her
waist and started to try and tug her off the window.
Tesarik One: You see no other creatures out in the snow.
Tesarik One: Artemis, STR check. DC30.
imperfect exhale: As she put the blade back on her hip, she'd poof in and
out until she was back inside the house and staring at the drunk farmer guy
.. before reaching out and unceremoniously patting him down. (( stop and
frisk farmer for hidden
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
imperfect exhale: stuffs? ))
grim expectation: Naaria looked behind her a moment and then looked to the
window. "I have an idea." Turning towards the farmer, she tried to rouse
him awake enough to start moving him farther into the house."
The Quiet Touch: He stood watching the try and tug her off the window, "she
does not seem to be very menacing."
Tesarik One: Go for it Smoke.
grim expectation: Or wait for Smoke to get done touching him.
Tesarik One: +9 = Not Enough.
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Tesarik One: ~*~ imperfect exhale scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: "ARRRRRGH! She's stuck tight. Fuckin' suckers." She released
her, giving a shiver at how cold the woman was.
RageofNocturne: :: Looks like thats the last of them... Just out friend on
the window there...--he said and would turn and look to the woman trying to
tug the other off-- Uhh... want me to try? If not...we can just board over
the window.-D-
TrueRedBlood: She got up, she wasn't quite sure how she managed to be asleep
through all that and walking in boots as she used her own ability of fire to
have a small flame in the palm of her hand to keep her warm as she just sort
of looked and
imperfect exhale: (( +5p +5 investigator .. 20? ))
Tesarik One: You find an empty whiskey flask in one pocket, and what looks
like a dog collar in another. But that's really all of interest.
grim expectation: "She wants him right? Why not try to move him to another
part of the house and see what she does.." The arbalest was put away to hang
on her hip at the ready if they needed it but she would need two hands to
move the man on her ow
grim expectation: own*
imperfect exhale: She'd hold out the dog collar and squint at it, then wave
the flask and it around to see if the woman on the window reacted .. but
doubted she would, neither looked very dark crystal like! [d]
Tesarik One: She headed inside and nodded, "Sounds like a good idea. Or
someone could just go cut the bitch's throat and let her cling till the cows
come home." She grinned and moved to try and nudge the farmer fellow with her
booted foot.
Tesarik One: The woman did nothing but stare straight in the same as before.
DaemianBerazalle: "You all want me to try and track down some firewood or
something while I'm out here? I've a potion to keep me safe in the
elements." He offered it up, trying to help keep them comfortable while they
waited the storm out.
TrueRedBlood: noticed how the woman just clung there. "Um... should I use my
fire?" She almost wondered if it was just better to remove her ring and
instead go at this in her true form, she had not really expected such cold.
"That's a bit harsh,
Tesarik One: Although as the man was moved...her eyes followed the movement
slowly.
grim expectation: Naaria chuckled and then moved to squat down and get a
good grip on the man so that she could start pulling him down the hallway.
"We don't to put a whole in the window so we freeze."
grim expectation: hole*
RageofNocturne: :: Hearing Naaria he would shrug-- Give it a try....ill keep
out here and see if she moved...if she gets off the window...ill try and end
her before she sticks back onto the place.-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: He moved to the other side of the man to help Naaria drag
him, since he seemed to not doing anything else.
TrueRedBlood: and colder than the weather," She looked in the direction the
woman was staring at.
grim expectation: Farmers had muscle so she was happy for the help trying to
keep her wings from knocking Apollo around as they got him around the corner
out of sight.
imperfect exhale: Stuffing her new toys in her pockets, she'd move out of
the way as Naaria and bandaged-guy proceeded to grab and drag the drunk. [d]
The Quiet Touch: "There is something about the male," he frowned a bit then
would give a shrug, "if you feel the need to end her bleak existence," he
would turn moving to head into the place. *D
Tesarik One: She helped drag Jeremy to another room, it wasn't a large
house, but there were a few other rooms!
grim expectation: It would help prove the theory at least!
Tesarik One: Jeremy awakens a little bit as he's moved, and catches a glance
of the lady at the window. His eyes go wide, "Would you take a look at that!
If'n I did that kinda thing when I was her age, my daddy woulda whipped my
ass till next
grim expectation: Right or wrong.. jeremy got a ride.
Tesarik One: week!" Then he passes back out.
grim expectation: "Ahh to be drunk and oblivious.. right ladies?"
grim expectation: "And Apollo."
RageofNocturne: :: He would remain outside as the cold didnt bother him and
holding his hammer ready for the moment the woman got off the window-D-
The Quiet Touch: "Well,..we know that there is no blood relation." *D
Tesarik One: The lady slowly begins to crawl along the window in the
direction they've taken Jeremy, moving to the outside walls of the house. She
will continue to crawl slowly around the house until she reaches the window
of whatever room he is
Tesarik One: put into. Where she sticks to the glass and stares, even if
curtain block her view.
RageofNocturne: :: Damnit...--he would use the insignia as she moved-- She
isnt getting off the house. --he said to the others then stepped around and
would shake his head using the insignia once more-- I suggest just boarding
up the window if it b
SwordOfAtrophy: "Obliviousness is not the godsend people make it out to be."
He'd like to know what a boob looks like, you know. Or a bear for that
matter.
Tesarik One: Once he'd been hauled elsewhere, Artemis shoved her hair behind
her ears and headed back into the main room. She noticed the woman was
moving.
RageofNocturne: others anyone and deal with it later...-D-
Tesarik One: Well, the window didn't go around the whole house. She'd be off
the window pretty quickly as she began to crawl her way around the outside of
the house.
TrueRedBlood: She shook her head at that, the 4'6" meek little red head
followed the others as they dragged someone, once inside she would call the
only real ability that she could put to use right now. A fireball the size of
a cantalope was
Tesarik One: So y'all decide, do you deal with the lady or do you leave her
till morning??
TrueRedBlood: summoned into the palms of her hands, more light and added
warmth as she stood away from the fire already going, with things having
already attacked; more light and fire wasn't a bad idea.
grim expectation: "We just saw two others of these things and they're
undead. You can't exactly make an undead thing un-undead. Do you really
want something undead hanging outside even if she's not doing anything?"
Tesarik One: "Fuck it, give me a knife. I'll slit her throat." She held her
hand out, or she could just punch her to death.
SwordOfAtrophy: "I hope those things are in order."
Tesarik One: She snickered.
grim expectation: Naaria nudged Jeremy up against a wall of the bedroom and
moved to stand in the hallway nearby so she could still see the others. "I
think there's an extra silver dagger in the chest, Artemis."
RageofNocturne: :: Do you want to risk breaking another window to the
place?--he asked-- Otherwise I can just use my hammer and leave another hole
in the house for the cold to get in.-D-
grim expectation: "You're a bear.. you could just maul her." You know..
like bears do.
Tesarik One: She moved to the chest that had caused all sorts of problems
between them and Donovan, and dug out the silver dagger. Moving outside, the
lady hadn't gotten all that far. She was slowly moving. Artemis slowly
approached, and then
Tesarik One: quickly grabbed her by the shoulders with one hand and with the
other, ran the dagger along her throat, slicing it open. She was expecting to
probably die doing this, and was extremely surprised when the lady just went
limp, still
TrueRedBlood: She was just glad that they didn't ask her to burn the woman,
might set the whole house of fire and Jessica had never... killed a person,
she'd killed animals for food but undead or a person like that; she was a
virgin to the act of
TrueRedBlood: murder
Tesarik One: suckered to the wood of the sideboard of the house. "Gods..."
She flicked her arms, getting the blood off as best she could, then wiped her
hands down along the cloak. It was borrowed after all, then headed inside
with the bloody
Tesarik One: dagger. She tossed it onto a table, "She's dead. Or re-dead.
Whatever happens to an undead."
SwordOfAtrophy: "Her blood smells like crap..."
grim expectation: Artemis just earned 10 cool points.
grim expectation: "So are we hunkering down for another hour or two of sleep
then?"
RageofNocturne: :: Im more than a bear thank you Naaria. But i do share my
ancestry with normal bears as you know them. --he said then let Artemis do
the deed and stepped inside himself.-D-
Tesarik One: "She wouldn't even come off the wall either, she's still stuck
to it out there like some bug's shed skin." She shivered.
TrueRedBlood: "Its the smell of undead, smelled it before but I always just
stayed away from it... does that mean even the undead fear something still
out there?"
The Quiet Touch: He just cracked a small smirk at what Naaria had said, his
head slowly shook before he moved over and stood looking out the window. *D
grim expectation: "I know I know and I'm not just an elf but you know the
basics are still there but my tits are bigger." The whole room just got
smaller with Ragnar there.
SwordOfAtrophy: "I don't think so. She seemed very interested in a
villager.. maybe they're just trying to add us to their collection." He
resumed sitting in the chair he'd left a little bit ago.
Tesarik One: You all hunker down in the house until morning. When you are up
and ready to go in the morning, Jeremy is awake as well, but he remembers
nothing of his drunken stupor the night before.
TrueRedBlood: "....." She didn't really touch on the subject of big tits...
nope, not going there
Tesarik One: The plan for the morning, is to travel to Jeremy's farm.
The Quiet Touch: At the tits comment he did glane over his shoulder a
moment, a thoughtful hm given. *D
TrueRedBlood: She looked to Apollo as he said that. "Interest in a
villager... I thought that meant Undead where attacted to something,
otherwise it's normally to eat flesh."
grim expectation: She wrapped herself back up in her wings and stood guard
outside Jeremy's room as best she could after that. The winged one waking up
with a groan and moving to check on him. "Hey look who is up. How you
feeling?" She
Tesarik One: Remember, Jeremy told you all that his wife and kids just up
and vanished, and then his farmland...swallowed his plow and started taking
over his farm so that is why he headed into town.
SwordOfAtrophy: He stood up, stretched, and looked around. Taking some dried
jerky out of his travel rations and nomming. "Well she didn't seem to even
try to get in. So if she wanted to eat him, she was very bad at it."
RageofNocturne: :: Well he didnt go into the same room as them! He had just
gone inside since he had still been outside. At Naarias words he would
chuckle and once morning came he would head back outside and would go check
on the horses and the car
RageofNocturne: riage which had been out in the barn all night-D-
imperfect exhale: As it was the morning after, Smoke would be a bit groggy
after a less than restful few hours .. if there was water around, she'd snag
some to swirl around her mouth before chasing it with something far more
palatable to keep her
Tesarik One: Jeremy rubbed his head and grunted. After a moment, he was up
and stretching, "Got a headache. Ready to head out to my farm?"
imperfect exhale: going through the crazy stuff they were about to partake
in. [d]
grim expectation: desperately needed to stretch out soon and she was aching
from the fact she'd had to sleep on a stool alone. Not that kind of ache,
pervs. "Yeah let's do that and see whats going on. Though.. I have a
question for ya if you're
grim expectation: feeling up to it.
grim expectation: "*
Tesarik One: Yes, there was water that wasn't frozen in the house, and a few
bottles of whiskey too.
Tesarik One: "Go for it," said Jeremy.
imperfect exhale: There'd be one less bottle of whiskey laying around, yup!
[d]
The Quiet Touch: He looked over to the roused Jermey then was moving for the
door,..yes he was ready to head out. When Naaria mentioned the questions he
halted and would wait. *D
TrueRedBlood: She didn't need to sleep, still once morning came she put out
her own fireball and just sorta dusted her hands as she pushed to stand up,
hearing their choice to press on. She kept quiet, she didn't seem to be
asking the right kind
TrueRedBlood: of questions and just wished for some warm fluffy cupcakes,
she sat nearby and just listened.
Tesarik One: She'd balled herself up in a corner and slept a little bit,
enough that she wasn't completely falling asleep. When it was time to be up,
she bundled herself up and got ready to face the cold.
RageofNocturne: :: Moving around to get the horses and carriage back outside
he would then remove the armor ring and put back on his gnomekind ring and
would climb up to be the driver since...well unfortunately theirs has
perished-D-
grim expectation: Offering the man a full waterskin from her pack, she
smiled at him. "We had a small incident last night. You know anything about
a crystal or something?" She was trying to act somewhat nonchalant but her
eyes were glued to him
grim expectation: beneath her lashes.
The Quiet Touch: He was used to going without sleep,..training and all at a
monastery!
Tesarik One: Everyone can either ride in the carriage, atop the carriage, or
walk alongside as it isn't too far of a ride. But, the carriage is heated,
and it's extremely cold outside even if the sky is still a clear, deep grey
color.
grim expectation: Naaria is going to do that cool winged-elf carriage
ornament routien again.
grim expectation: routine*
Tesarik One: "Ummm....the dark crystal moon?" He looked like he'd been
caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I ain't supposed to speak about
that."
SwordOfAtrophy: Inside the carriage for him, blindly walking in the snow was
a terrible idea.
TrueRedBlood: When it came time, Jessica would sit inside the carriage as
she was not really wanting to walk beside and in the snow in her dragon form.
The Quiet Touch: "YEs but why dont you speak about it with us?" He turned
the amber eyes to the man giving a blink.
grim expectation: He had her full attention then and Naaria moved to loop
her arm around his as she steered him towards the carriage so they could get
going. "Well.. we need to talk about that so either you need to speak about
it or I will give you
grim expectation: something to write it down."
Tesarik One: "Well my wife is a tad bit ... obsessed with what she calls the
dark crystal moon. Keeps saying she's gonna get the dweller beneath after me
too. Told me to keep my trap shut when I started complaining about her being
so obsessed."
The Quiet Touch: A nod given to Naaria and he was moving for the carriage
now, listening to every word as he walked. *D
Tesarik One: He shrugged and got up into the carriage, talking as the
carriage made its way down the road and out of the town towards his farm.
TrueRedBlood: "So it's a cursed item by some demon or god?"
RageofNocturne: :: Alright everyone climb aboard...lets get going. --he said
waiting for the others while his giant axe sat on the cub sized Ragnars back
the haft of it sticking way up in the air from the considerable size
difference between the pa
grim expectation: "Why.. is she so obsessed? What is a dweller exactly and
what does it do? Is it after others?"
Tesarik One: "I dunno."
RageofNocturne: ir at the moment. He then snapped the reigns once people
were abord or walking along side to get the horses moving-D-
grim expectation: "Does your wife have a problem with other people? People
she would curse perhaps?"
Tesarik One: "I really dunno, she just got really obsessed and talking bout
shit I have no idea about. She told me to shut my trap and I did."
TrueRedBlood: "I assume if she was obsessed about it, she kept books or told
stories about the crystal... like a poem about the dweller or what not?" She
tilted her head.
Tesarik One: "Nope, just said she'd sic it on me if I didn't shut my trap."
He glanced around, nervously.
grim expectation: "Could you repeat anything she said?"
TrueRedBlood: "So.... you basically were a whipped husband and ignored
everything she said about the crystal?"
Tesarik One: "Jer, if you don't shut your gods damned trap I'm going to sic
the Dweller Beneath on you and your sorry ass," he said in a high pitched
voice.
grim expectation: "I think your wife caused this travesty and whatever she
called ate your children and all your neighbors and is turning them into
undead creatures Jeremy.. if you don't want me to hand you over, you will
need to give me something."
imperfect exhale: Smoke would opt to stay outside of the carriage, walking
alongside it whilst occasionally blinking forward with puffs of smoke. Needed
to clear her head a bit, and the cold could go aways to help with that. If
she could hear the
Tesarik One: "....." he turned and frowned at the lady being rude to him.
imperfect exhale: conversation on the outside, she'd listen, but otherwise
trust that ears more sober than hers could handle it. [d]
Tesarik One: "Didn't ignore nothing little miss nasty."
Tesarik One: "Um." He blinked and stared at Naaria, then the others, and
back to Naaria. "She always did shit down in the basement. I'd look there."
TrueRedBlood: She blinked a bit, she had an item on her which was 'Monocle
of Revealed Curses' as she put it over her right eye and looked at the man.
grim expectation: She smiled to him as best she could. "I want to find your
kids, Jeremy. I'm a bloodhound by trade and I will do whatever I can but I
need to know more about this dweller or what she would have done to talk to
him. ... Thank you
Tesarik One: He was not cured.
Tesarik One: cursed*
grim expectation: Jeremy."
Tesarik One: "RUFF, RUFF!!" a dog came running up to the carriage, barking.
Tesarik One: Which was weird, as its the first animal you've all seen. Even
birds haven't been seen.
grim expectation: Naaria turned her head to look down at the dog.
The Quiet Touch: He had hopped up and caught the hand rail, while resting a
foot on the step of the carriage so he could hear better. At the barking he
looked to the dog staring at it. &D
grim expectation: "Is this yours, Jeremy?"
Tesarik One: "That's ma dog Rex!" Jer shouts as he peers out the window.
SwordOfAtrophy: Out habit, he broke off a piece of jerky he was eating and
threw it out the window for the dog.
Tesarik One: If you have Magical affinity or Psionic Affinity, IM me.
Tesarik One: The dog ignored the jerky.
grim expectation: Nari turned her eyes towards Smoke, tapping her nose at
the woman since she had been the one who found the collar.
Tesarik One: "Stop the carriage!" he was trying to get out of the carriage
even if it was still rolling. "That's ma dog!"
TrueRedBlood: She sighed, tucking it away, yep just a man afraid of his wife
cause she was acting creepy and odd. "Odd." Looked out of the wagon at the
dog and sniffed at the air a bit, that was damn odd to her that the dog.
"Don't... don't touch
imperfect exhale: "Ooooh .. puppy." Fingers reached for the dog collar she'd
snatched earlier because .. reasons .. and had considered waving it in front
of the dog asking if it was his but .. a dog that ignored jerky?! WTF kind of
messed up world
TrueRedBlood: it, I have a really bad feeling about it." Just a bad vibe.
imperfect exhale: was this? Yeah .. she'd be wary of the pup .. and uh ..
why wasn't it wearing the collar anyway? Rut roh. [d]
The Quiet Touch: He just would deliver a light thwap to Jer's forehead
knocking him back into the carriage. "Do not be an idiot, do you not see the
dog ignore the food?"
grim expectation: [ Spot on the dog? ]
Tesarik One: Sure.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
The Quiet Touch: He looked back to the dog and narrowed his eyes some
staring at it with a low grunt. "Stay away from the thing, it is a perverse
abomination.
The Quiet Touch: *"
grim expectation: [ + 5 alert + 4 per = 22 ]
grim expectation: "What do you mean abomination?"
Tesarik One: "Well, it's cause he's happy to see me!" but he sat back down
again and peered out of the window at his dog. "Aww who's a good pup, Rex is
a good pup."
TrueRedBlood: "It's undead... isn't it, the wife probably sent it to silence
her husband."
SwordOfAtrophy: "The dog ignored my food?" He leaned to the window. "Hey
jerky dog, I was gonna eat that, you go right back and pick that back up."
The Quiet Touch: "It has only taken the shape of the animal.: He stared
still frowning and turned on that step watching the animal. *D
The Quiet Touch: "Would you shut up, the creature is not your dog and if you
get it to leap up here I am going to hit you after I hit it." *D
The Quiet Touch: Was the famer getting on some nerves,..a little. *D
RageofNocturne: :: He would stop the carriage and would look over to the dog
and blinked a bit as he sat there looking at it and growled-- Its not a real
dog...-D-
Tesarik One: "Rex?" as he stares at the dog, he furrows his brow. The dog
shudders, its eyes turning coal black and the hair sucking itself inwards,
the dog blurring into a formless black blob that pulsates with evil energy.
The Quiet Touch: "Still want to call it a good boy?"
Tesarik One: "Eesh!" He pulls away from the window, wincing.
TrueRedBlood: She felt wrong, she stood up in the carriage and moved to peer
out the front as she looked up ahead of them. "I got a really bad feeling
like we're going into a trap..." She turned to look back at the form and the
hairs on the back
grim expectation: "Dont stop the carriage.. keep going to the farm." Naaria
moved to get off actually, taking to the air with her wings as she grasped
her arbalest. Placing one of the silver bolts into the slot, she narrowed
her eyes to aim and
grim expectation: took the shot.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
grim expectation: [ + 11 = 28 ]
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 2 64-sided dice: 34 28
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 7 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
The Quiet Touch: He looked up to tits with wings and raised a hand giving
the female a salute. *D
grim expectation: (Exit Wound )
RageofNocturne: :: He would growl and jump down from the carriage removing
his gnomekind ring returning to his normal size and pulled the hammer from
his back as he growled-- Someone else take over ill stick with Naaria to help
with this thing-D-
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 3-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
TrueRedBlood: of her neck stood on end. "I think it's best we circle the
farm.... to at least get a look at it, we could be walking right into the
heart of where a ritual was performed."
grim expectation: [ 7 + 3 = 10 + 11 qck + 5 combat sleeves = 26 with a
silver bolt ]
Tesarik One: As the bolt hit the black blob, it sizzled, and sank into the
creature.
SwordOfAtrophy: "This entire excursion has been a trap, the only way to deal
with it is to trip it, draw out what's behind it, and beat the ever loving
fluff out of it."
TrueRedBlood: "Fine.... I will." She would gladly take up the driver seat as
she lifted the reins, waiting to make sure. "Use fire on your bolts..." She
would suggest.
Tesarik One: +10 DEF Shifting Black Blob
Tesarik One: 16 dmg
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 16/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || ^Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Window Lady
Tesarik One: 0/?? [10] || Jessica 0/16 [11]
The Quiet Touch: "You do realize that,..she is flying correct?" But he just
shook his head a moment and leapt off. "My large friend go with the
carriage,..unless your weapons are more pure in nature." He had landed in a
crouch after dropping off the
The Quiet Touch: moving carriage. *D
Tesarik One: After it was hit, it dives into the earth, the earth shimmering
a moment, then disappears. Though you can see the ground shimmer on a
trajectory to the farmhouse in the distance.
imperfect exhale: Smoke shuddered as the pup was no longer pup; observed the
bolts sinking into the thing and realised that she wasn't sure if she wanted
to use her beloved Spook on it in case it sucked the blade in. But then it
vanished? Hm. [d]
TrueRedBlood: She still took the reins would drive on.
Tesarik One: Now that the Black Maggot of Death has been seen, anyone wish
to roll a Knowledge (Planes)?
grim expectation: Naaria chuckled at Feng's comment but watched as it was
moving towards the house. "Jessica you can stay here if you don't like it
but we're going into that farmhouse." And with that she started to fly in
that direction.
Tesarik One: I'll accept Monster Lore too, but the DC for info will be
higher.
The Quiet Touch: (Ok monster lore)
RageofNocturne: :: He would look to one who spoke to him and blinked-- Yes,
im well aware she can fly. But flying doesnt keep you away from all danger.
Besides she is a friend and i dont leave friends behind. --he said and looked
to the shimmer and
The Quiet Touch: (Creap dont have that either!)
grim expectation: ( I have Monster Lore )
Tesarik One: Go for it if you wish.
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
imperfect exhale: Wisps of smoke as she poofed out of existance, looking to
travel a far forward as her eyes could take her. [d]
grim expectation: [ + 10 ! = 15 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: Bamf
Tesarik One: You have no idea what the fuck that thing is.
grim expectation: She was more interested in killing than paying attention.
The Quiet Touch: "Yet you left others in the carriage are they not your
companions as well?" He gave a slow blink before just shaking his head and
turned and was moving for the farmhouse jjogging that way. *D
RageofNocturne: where it was headed then put his hammer away and would get
out his Tome of World Memory and looked through it as he walked looking to
see if he could find what it was-D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~Artemis
RageofNocturne: +5= nope)
TrueRedBlood: "Right... stay behind, like that's a good idea... I'm coming,
I won't like it and I'll be quiet... but I think I might just take my real
form, this place isn't very... nice." She would wait til they got to the
farmhouse before
Tesarik One: climbed out of the window, and hung on as she looked around.
Her ass sat on the window edge, she wanted to get a better look as they
approached the farmhouse. "What the hell was that thing....?"
RageofNocturne: :: Are those the words that came right from my mouth? And as
i count there are more in the carriage than were with her whoever you are. So
please donot put words in my mouth.-D-
grim expectation: "A black blob of gonna be dead soon." A shrug came from
the winged one over to Artemis as they got closer then she went up higher so
she could get a better look around the farmhouse. (Eyes of the Raptor?)
Tesarik One: Everyone who is looking out can do a Spot.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Good god, get a room you two.." He was simply riding along
in the carriage, because it was headed there anyway.
The Quiet Touch: "Something malevolent," he looked back at the bear. "I do
not think I did, had I put words in your mouth I would have said that you did
not consider them companions, it was a question. Now instead of trying to
argue with me why dont
TrueRedBlood: Jessica would take off her ring, tuck it into a little pouch
at her waist just before the effects of it faded and left a red dragon who
was probably the size of a pony in her place; she had a good many scars on
her scales as she
TrueRedBlood: stood there.
Tesarik One: Yep I'll allow raptor.
The Quiet Touch: you just focus on the task at hand." And he went on heading
for that farmhouse.
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
Tesarik One: ~*~ The Quiet Touch scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
The Quiet Touch: (Bleh 7 to busy arguing)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: :: Im not arguing. And im focusing well enough i think.--he
said as he put the book away not finding what he was looking for and began
looking around-D-
OnlineHost: TrueRedBlood rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Tesarik One: ~*~ TrueRedBlood scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
Tesarik One: ~*~ RageofNocturne scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
RageofNocturne: +10= 21))
grim expectation: She had to leave the others to get the altitude but Naaria
scouted up higher so she could get a better view around the farmhouse to see
what they were getting closer to. (Allows her to see up to 4 miles like it's
20 yards away )
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 1 poynts damage ~*~+7
Tesarik One: +7 = 13
SwordOfAtrophy: (23, Listen/Blindsense)
TrueRedBlood: [+1 to 12= 13 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: He hopped down out of the carriage, walking towards the
farmhouse, following the scent of wet napkins.. which he assumed was the
bear. Not that he knew what a bear was. Danger? Pfft. He feared nothing,
orphanity will do that.
Tesarik One: Spot 18+ notice a woman crouched behind a tree near to where
the carriage is passing by.
Tesarik One: Apollo, you can hear her softly crying.
The Quiet Touch: Fuck it he was just treking on for the hills have eyes
farmhouse,..or was this deliverance? *D
Tesarik One: Y'all hold a moment and let me give Naaria info.
The Quiet Touch: First strum of banjos,..he was throwing the bear to them!
TrueRedBlood: [ ok so +5 alert, +1 perception to my 12 = 17.... nope so
close dangit! ]
TrueRedBlood: [ wait no 18 ]
Tesarik One: Ok. Proceed.
RageofNocturne: :: He watched as the other silenced and continued on then
blinked and stopped looking over towards the woman behind the tree-- Found
someone....who is hopefully actually someone.-D-
imperfect exhale: Smoke would pop back out somewhere in the vicinity,
wherever she could have reasonably seen with basic eyes, though obviously
wouldn't have spotted anything whilst in transit. [d]
Tesarik One: Artemis did not notice the woman, she was just staring ahead at
the farmhouse and keeping her eye on her brother, and Naaria.
grim expectation: Naaria couldn't help the hiss that came from her lips
before she swooped back down towards the others. "That farmhouse is darkness
incarnate. The door is wide open and there's snow all around it. I think
we've found the source."
SwordOfAtrophy: Ears suddenly picked up.. weeping. He stopped, then turned
on his heel to cautiously step that way. "Hello...? Are you wounded?" He
called to said person, because.. fearless.
TrueRedBlood: She shook her scales a bit, looking over towards the woman who
was crouched by a tree as she had a pouch hanging from her right arm, wings
twitched a bit as she tilted her head and looked around then back to the
farmhouse as she
grim expectation: She moved to softly land in the ground near the carriage
as her head turned towards where people were going for a woman. "Careful she
could be one of them!"
TrueRedBlood: followed Apollo since he approached the woman, but she was
more behind him than anything.
grim expectation: Naaria went from super kind to extremely suspicious quite
quickly.
The Quiet Touch: He moved forward halting beside Naaria and tilted is head a
single nod was give to TwW. Looking over to the farmhouse, his head tilted
some. "Darkness incarnate? What do you mean?" (D
SwordOfAtrophy: He almost yelled out 'So could you!' just to be an ass, but
that wouldn't have helped anybody.
Tesarik One: The lady peeked out from behind the tree, and seeing actual
people, she let out a cry of fright and ran towards whoever was closest.
Probably Apollo since he was talking to her. She wrapped her arms around him
and cried into his
Tesarik One: shoulder.
imperfect exhale: "S'colder than a witches tit ...." She'd notice the
drastic drop in temperature the closer she got, but had no intentions of
actually going inside because didn't they have an issue with bodies and hands
and nastyness the last time
imperfect exhale: they ventured into a pitch black doorway? Yeah no she'd
wait till one of the bruisers went on ahead. [d]
grim expectation: "I mean inside the door is pitch black. No light
whatsoever even through the doorway."
grim expectation: the open*
grim expectation: And yes.. last time they had hands attack them! Good
memory smoke!
The Quiet Touch: "Are you able to fight in the dark?" He looked over towards
Naaria and threw the woman a wink before looking to the one rushing over to
the other fellow. *D
Tesarik One: She began to talk while clutching Apollo, "I'm so glad to see
you. I've been hiding in my home during this freak storm...till my cat turned
into a puddle of black ink and oozed through the floor. Then I ran from that
accursed home
The Quiet Touch: Well with all the females,..couldnt expect them not to get
handsy!
grim expectation: She snickered and started to play with one of the rings on
her fingers. "Oh if you only knew!"
imperfect exhale: Keen Memory ™
TrueRedBlood: "Likely the source of the place that this Dweller was
summoned, I can only gather the dark crystal likely held it's key power to
bring it from below to the surface to cover all in cold and darkness... at
least that is my assumption.
TrueRedBlood: Please... I hope I am wrong and it isn't that."
The Quiet Touch: That drew out a grin, "oh well then you will have to show
me soon then,..or well,..not so much as show but let me experience that." He
turned and continued on walking for the farmhouse,..why? Because he was about
to go everybody was
Tesarik One: to the general store and hid there for a few days. " She
glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of Jeremy in the wagon and tsked,
"That Jeremy in there? He's harmless, even if his wife is a witch." she
whispered to Apollo.
The Quiet Touch: kung fu fighting on this place!
TrueRedBlood: Yep.... small dragon went un-noticed, the woman had other
things to worry about, Jessica could only sigh in relief and listened to what
the woman said, that wasnt comforting.
SwordOfAtrophy: He was a bit taken aback by the person suddenly flinging
herself at him, but he kept her standing straight, hands on her shoulders,
half comfortingly, half to keep her at a bit of a distance. "As much as I
should make a joke about
Tesarik One: So, when you all get to the house, it's colder here than
anywhere you've been and it's like the wind is icy claws ripping at you. The
door is wide open, and there's a darkness beyond it.
SwordOfAtrophy: pussy I don't know any. But yes, that is Jeremy, go hide in
there with him, let us handle this whole sordid mess."
RageofNocturne: :: Hmm.... so that house must be the source of it all..--he
said to himself and would retrieve his hammer-- Time to clear out a house
then...--he said and would proceed towards the house-D- (Elemental Immunity:
Cold)
grim expectation: She turned her eyes towards Jeremy to Jeremy and gave Feng
the symbol that she would be right back as she headed over in his direction
to check on him since they were at his home. "Welcome home Jeremy. You
coming inside or staying
grim expectation: out here?"
DaemianBerazalle: (Back, sorry)
grim expectation: ( wb! )
TrueRedBlood: [wb]
The Quiet Touch: (wb)
Tesarik One: "Staying out here!"
The Quiet Touch: He looked to Naaria and gave a nod then was turning back to
the door heading on forward and gritted his teeth against the cold. But still
he moved on, hands shook out then curled into tight fists. *D
Tesarik One: She whispered, "He's a bit touched in the head if you know what
I mean. One time someone mentioned that his wife was worshipping demons and
he flew into a rage and beat the man up, saying he knew she loved the Six
because the Six
Tesarik One: loved him." She pulled away and climbed into the carriage, and
sat in the warmth eyeing Jeremy.
TrueRedBlood: She had to be a dragon, only way she could use the weapon she
had.... Dragons Breath, she sighed as it seemed some were moving in. "Come on
Apollo, time to go ask the witch for a cup of sugar." She'd make a joke.
grim expectation: "Miss... if your cat turned into goo. What made you come
this way?"
grim expectation: "Why didn't you head to town?"
Tesarik One: "I was in town, hiding in the general store. But things started
happening weird there, I kept seeing things move after a couple days. This
morning I thought I'd try to get out of town and see if anyone was still out
at any of the
Tesarik One: farms outside of town. Didn't make it too far, until I saw more
black goo going in and out of the ground and hid."
grim expectation: "Why didn't you come to the house with the fire last night
when all the wind died down?"
RageofNocturne: :: Having reached the house and all well he let Sun head
right on in but he would stop and look back to Naaria hearing her question to
the woman and listened to her answers.-D-
Tesarik One: "I didn't see it. I had the windows boarded up and was hiding
in a closet!"
grim expectation: It's not that I don't believe you.. I just don't believe
you.. but she did it with a smile.
DaemianBerazalle: Achilles was just trying to take it all in, his guard
always up when folks he didn't know were around his siblings. Left hand held
his bow, the right straying near his quiver occasionally.
grim expectation: (Insight check?)
RageofNocturne: :: So you hid ina closet throughout the night and this
morning decided to try and leave?-D-
Tesarik One: The carriage is stopped outside the farmhouse. Meg (the pretty
young lady) and Jeremy are staying in the carriage.
Tesarik One: Go for it.
Tesarik One: "Yes. I was getting food and saw the walls rippling."
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
The Quiet Touch: Oh he halted and was listening, glancing back to the female
and Naaria for the moment. *D
Tesarik One: "So I ran out."
grim expectation: [ + 4 perception +5 investigator = 27 ]
SwordOfAtrophy: Apollo didn't disbelieve her, but he wasn't sure she was
telling the absolute truth either. Honestly, if they found the source, not
much mattered. Unless Jeremy or the girl might end up dead because the other
is actually a jerk.
grim expectation: "Alright.. you stay here with Jeremy and keep the doors
shut." A bottle of whiskey was pulled from her bag and given to the two of
them. "Scream really loud if something attacks."
grim expectation: Through the insignia she sent them all a message. "She's
telling the truth and scared to death.. let's kill this thing."
Tesarik One: She nodded, and took the bottle.
Tesarik One: Artemis scrambled out of the window and landed on the ground,
and slowly began to approach the door. She grabbed Apollo's arm, though, on
her way.
imperfect exhale: Smoke's teeth were chattering as she waited just outside
the pitch black doorway of doom. [d]
RageofNocturne: :: Hmmm....--he would nod and think to himself and used the
insignia-- Didnt the original driver of the carriage die because he was left
alone outside?-D-
SwordOfAtrophy: "Stay outside if you like." He was walking, half dragged by
his silly sister, ready to just walk on into the darkness. He lived life in
the dark, like any of this made any difference.
DaemianBerazalle: Seeing Artemis on the move, he followed after, sticking
close to her and Apollo, nodding once or twice if she looked his way so she'd
see he was keeping an eye on their surroundings. -d-
grim expectation: "Yes but there's two of them..and last time we went in a
dark doorway there were hands that came to life. Neither place is good for
civilians and we shouldn't split up." Naaria flew towards the door and
landed beside it
The Quiet Touch: He nodded to Naaria then turned and since the tank was
waiting for him to walk in first? He did just that,..he was movng for the
door and stepping on through. And with the darkness he did have those eyes of
the dragon to help him. *
The Quiet Touch: *d
Tesarik One: It is not magical darkness, so if you have darksight it works.
Any lantern or wall sconce that once held any sort of lamp or light has been
destroyed.
grim expectation: with a nod to Smoke and Feng. Then the ring on her thumb
slowly turned into a pearl-like longsword in her hand and a wicked little
smile came onto her face.
TrueRedBlood: Jessica stood, she was quiet, she listened to the others since
they were using something to talk to others, her tail twitched a bit and just
waited to see what they all decided on. She moved in after the few moved into
the house as
TrueRedBlood: she moved in, noting the destroyed things. "This thing doesn't
like light or fire."
The Quiet Touch: Well with the darksight granted he was moving into the
house looking around and slowly,..and silently heading for the way to the
basement. *D
Tesarik One: Please tell me how you are seeing in the farmhouse.
Tesarik One: If you haven't.
imperfect exhale: Well that was useful at least; eyes were keen in the dark
as long as it was natural and not evil incarnate or anything like that. A nod
to Naaria, Spook finding its way into her hands before she'd move on after.
[d] (deepsight)
RageofNocturne: :: He would nod and then stepped to the carriage and opened
the door-- Dont worry just me....here...if anything tries to get into the
carriage please use this. --he said and put his hammer Mukumdiva down between
the two-- It can cre
The Quiet Touch: He just continued,..unarmed and all.
Tesarik One: (Eyes of the Dragon - darksight)
DaemianBerazalle: He had a few options available to him in terms of vision.
Low-light if someone sparked a torch, darkvision and blindsense(Eyes of the
Dragon: Darkvision 120ft, Blindsense 60ft, Low-Light from Ranger).
SwordOfAtrophy: (Advanced darkness)
RageofNocturne: ate a portal to take you somewhere else you have been
before...maybe somewhere outside of all this. --he said and nodded to them
then closed the door once more-- Lock the door until we return otherwise.
--he said and headed inside-D
The Quiet Touch: (Hes going ray charles on us!)
RageofNocturne: -(Darkvision)
TrueRedBlood: She was in dragon form, so... yeah since dragons did tend to
live underground in darkness as it was.
The Quiet Touch: Leading the pain train for the basement still!
grim expectation: ( Naaria's Fizz sword will alert if there are enemies with
harmful intent nearby) Using her blindfight and her Fizz sword, Naaria
banished (1/3 uses) enough darkness to get close to one of the windows to
start yanking at boards to
Tesarik One: Ok so unless I'm wrong, everyone but Jessica can see with
darkvision.
grim expectation: let some light in so they could see the place better.
The Quiet Touch: (Correct)
Tesarik One: And with Naaria's movements, light from outside rushes in
enough to see at least a little bit around the house for those without
darkvision.
TrueRedBlood: Starts playing the song 'Ironic' by Alannis Morissette,
humming it really.
Tesarik One: Ok -
Tesarik One: Let me give a little description before we go further.
The Quiet Touch: (Cool)
The Quiet Touch: ( ::Gets popcorn:: )
Tesarik One: Once inside, you find yourselves in a short hallway with winter
cloaks hung along the wall. The hallway leads to the kitchen, there you find
a lot of dirty dishes. Naaria has pulled boards away for light to filter in.
As you enter
Tesarik One: the kitchen, the pump for the water begins to move and
something black oozes out, a fragment of the maggot, but before you can do
anything it sinks through the wooden floor. As you all proceed to the living
area, the dark blue
Tesarik One: carpet ripples. There's a bookcase filled with books and a
rocking chair, and the fireplace is PACKED with snow, as if carried in by the
shovel full and packed solidly inside perhaps even up in the chimney. There
are stairs going up
Tesarik One: and a door going down into the basement. Which do you choose?
The Quiet Touch: Well basement of course,..its the only sensible choice!
Tesarik One: The door is not locked.
DaemianBerazalle: He eyed the stairs going up, inclined to check them out,
but he'd stick with wherever the group went.
The Quiet Touch: Anyhow he was, moving on over he reached out grasping the
handle and was opening it slowly. Hopefully it was well oiled. *D
TrueRedBlood: If that door opens... que the Jason Meyer's theme song... yep.
Tesarik One: If you wish to go upstairs and take a peek around and make a
search I'll allow it. There's not much up there.
Tesarik One: It was apparently well oiled, the door made no sound. There are
wooden stairs going down into the basement, which is also dark. There are no
windows.
DaemianBerazalle: "Gonna go look around upstairs quick, back in two shakes."
He said it more for Artemis' sake than anyone else's, but he said it softly
enough a few others might hear.(Going for that search check)
Tesarik One: She clutched Apollo's hand, and glanced around for Achilles,
feeling a shudder run down her spine. After what they found in the tavern,
she was afraid of what they'd find here.
Tesarik One: Ok
grim expectation: Naaria hated small houses.. Hated them. Her wings were
too big for all of these cramped spaces and having the bear and dragon wasn't
helping her claustraphobia any at all.
Tesarik One: "Be careful."
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
The Quiet Touch: He glanced over to naaria since she did seem the closest
then to smoke before he turned and was moving for the first step and easing
down them. Dropping into a low crouch, he would lower down enough to look
more into the basement. *
The Quiet Touch: *D
Tesarik One: Those who go down into the basement will find all manner of
devices of torture hanging from hooks, and an old wooden chair stained with
blood with metal shackles affixed to it. If you go down into the basement, I
need a search if
Tesarik One: you can see.
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
DaemianBerazalle: (Bah, +2 Perception, +5 Investigator, +5 Three-Faced Helm
= 16)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
The Quiet Touch: (BLarghbubble!)
The Quiet Touch: (2)
imperfect exhale: A little on edge, she'd likely puff in and out at the
slightest unexpected noise, so would be greatful for the fact that the door
at least, made none. Hopefully it the joints were well lubricated with oil
and not .. liquid evil. [d]
TrueRedBlood: The dragon was the size of a pony, maybe a large dog.... she
wasn't exactly taking alot of room and would look around to check out the
place as best she could and wished she could use her dragon breath... but
since she was going to
Tesarik One: PER 2, Investigator 5 = +7 = 14
SwordOfAtrophy: He held his sisters hand, moving about as she looked around.
He was ready to go into the basement and just get this shizzle done, but
running ahead would just get him yelled at.
Tesarik One: Liquid eeeeeevil.
TrueRedBlood: be blind down there, the dragon stayed at the top of the
stairs. "Let me know if I need to breath fire down the stairs for you guys."
The Quiet Touch: Cool,..does it give a good buzz if drank!
OnlineHost: imperfect exhale rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: It kills you instantly, no save. Wanna do it?
Tesarik One: Lol
The Quiet Touch: Pass,.. hey bear comere got a cocktail!
TrueRedBlood: [ why does that sound like something Willy Wonka would ask ]
Tesarik One: No one in the basement has found anything of note yet.
imperfect exhale: (( +5p, +5 alert, 15 ))
The Quiet Touch: And he was just poking around in the basement,.. "I knew a
woman that had a room like this once,..a nephandi." D
imperfect exhale: (( ** investigator ))
RageofNocturne: :: He would look around and see the one head upstairs and
would nod to him only to head down to the basement with the others-D-
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
TrueRedBlood: Decides to poke her head down the stairs, she was blind so she
wouldn't really be able to see shit, right? Right.
RageofNocturne: +5 three faced helmet for search= 19)
OnlineHost: TrueRedBlood rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
grim expectation: Naaria stayed in the main part of the house, just holding
onto her sword in case something wanted to come for them!
TrueRedBlood: Yep... blinder than a bat.
The Quiet Touch: He headed out of the basement since there was nothing there
and shook his head. "Well,..his wife was either fairly evil, or into some
interesting,..and kinky play." *D
Tesarik One: Smoke has found the "item".
grim expectation: "The basement is where Jeremy said his wife did everything
there has to be something down there."
TrueRedBlood: "Kinky... what did you find... fluffy handcuffs or something?"
imperfect exhale: "Uhhhh..." Her poking around had revealed something
interesting, fingers tapping onto that oh so handy insignia. "Hidden door.
Don't make me open it darlings .." [d]
DaemianBerazalle: Well, that was a fruitful, if not completely disturbing
find as he'd gone upstairs. He moved as quickly as he dared while trying to
remain silent as he sought to rejoin his allies and siblings. He handed the
journal over to
grim expectation: "If Feng will lead me down, I'll come open it."
OnlineHost: KaBoom n Ks has entered the room.
RageofNocturne: brb))
Tesarik One: Anyone have any way to sense traps?
The Quiet Touch: At the hidden door he was giving a nod, "seems we found
it," and he was moving on back down, leading Naaria by the wrist he looked
over. "I can open if you prefer." *D
DaemianBerazalle: Artemis as soon as he returned, shaking his head with a
weird look in his eyes. "That woman was not in her head."
The Quiet Touch: No but a very fast little fucker!
KaBoom n Ks: Wazzup?
SwordOfAtrophy: He moved a little closer to smokes voice.. and dropped to
the ground, putting his ear there and checking to see if there was anyone
lurking on the other side. (Ear to the ground)
OnlineHost: *** You have ejected KaBoom n Ks from this room ***
OnlineHost: KaBoom n Ks has left the room.
The Quiet Touch: She was a freak,...supa freaky!
DaemianBerazalle: (Not I)
Tesarik One: "Oh?" She glanced over to her brother and lifted an eyebrow,
and then proceeded to help her other brother if needed down the stairs.
"Secret passageway found."
TrueRedBlood: [ I don't think I do.... at least nothing effective ]
Tesarik One: There is nothing lurking on the other side.
Tesarik One: You do hear a faint tinkling sound though. Like chimes.
The Quiet Touch: "I will open if you guys wish to stand back incase it is
trapped." He led on down the steps and was moving over to where the door was.
*D
imperfect exhale: The door was behind an old cabinet, but she'd not have
touched anything beyond the poking around that revealed its location: after
all, didn't want anything nasty jumping out at her. She'd gladly step to one
side to let any
imperfect exhale: one else take point. [d]
SwordOfAtrophy: "Hmm.. Nobody moving over there.. Something sounds like a
wind chime.. maybe a warning bell.. be careful just pulling that open." He
stood up. Ew... dirty floor.
grim expectation: Naaria followed Feng down towards the door and waited
until she was nearby. Her wings wrapped tightly around her as she joined the
total darkness and her swords magic abilities would kick in. (Fizz item:
Alerts to hostiles in
Tesarik One: "Go for it, I'm right behind you," she grinned to Sun.
grim expectation: total dark)
Tesarik One: Nothing hostile at the moment.
Tesarik One: Well, except that damnable maggot that keeps going all over the
place.
TrueRedBlood: The dragon hung back at the top of the basement stairs, moving
for Daemian so he could follow the others. "Careful... I heard there was
possibly kinky things and freaky stuff down there." She was after all still
rather young.
The Quiet Touch: "I need some room to move and if it is
explosive,..well,..it might reach out." He was moving to get to the door
after moving the cabinet. Grasping the way to open he then wedged his foot to
the wall. "Ready?" *D
DaemianBerazalle: "Rantings and ravings, mostly. Something about some Black
Maggot of Death." Achilles gave a shrug of his shoulders, the woman in the
journal was clearly cuckoo. He was hanging well back from the door that was
found, keeping his
OnlineHost: Gemmed Wings has entered the room.
DaemianBerazalle: eyes and ears open, confident in the magic of his helm to
keep him from being prone to sneak attacks.
The Quiet Touch: And then well,..he just at the same moment he yanked the
door open twisted and kicked off the wall throwing himself into a diving
roll. Landing on shoulder, body tucked, knees to his chest before coming up
ina twist. *D
Tesarik One: As the door opens, the wind from the movement causes chimes
that seem to line a passageway all along the ceiling to move and tinkle. Even
the slighest glance you realize every chime is made of bones.
RageofNocturne: :: Well he didnt like the idea of singed fur one bit so he
moved back just incase-D-
Tesarik One: "Black Maggot of Death, people....we've got a Black Maggot of
Death," she said into her insignia.
The Quiet Touch: No bomb,..no smoke,..no flame,..he peeked around and stared
down the hall. Looking to the chimes he would tip his head more, "I want one
of those." Then at the message he gave a grunt, "lovely." D
grim expectation: "Anyone know what that actually is?" She was going to
assume the thing she'd struck but
TrueRedBlood: "Black maggot.... the dweller is a giant worm?"
grim expectation: she still had no idea what that meant either.
Tesarik One: The passageway is large enough for all of you to follow, though
those of you Large size will find yourself pressed to the walls and hitting
the chimes. Will you follow it?
The Quiet Touch: "No clue,..just sounds so pleasent though."
Tesarik One: "No," she said into the insignia. "Achilles found a journal or
something and she's a raving lunatic."
The Quiet Touch: He was moving for the hall, that hidden blade he carried
was pulled out and he reached up snicking one of the chimes off the wall and
was tucking it away. *D
DaemianBerazalle: (Knowledge: Mythology on said Black Maggot of Death?)
Tesarik One: I'll accept it, or Planes.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Tesarik One: Ha.
TrueRedBlood: Would... but she'd have to have someone help, if there was no
light or if there was any torch to be lit by her breath, sure.. otherwise
Jessica was stuck waiting at the top of the basement stairs and listening to
them all.
grim expectation: "Doesn't mean what she believed isn't a real thing
though.. obviously." (No one knows what the fuck this thing is )
DaemianBerazalle: (Heh. Not that it matters, but +10 for Knowledge:
Mythology = 11 for states)
Tesarik One: Not enough, sorry.
RageofNocturne: :: He would move into the hall and would stop-- Hmm... im
going to end up hitting these damn things...--he said and move dout using his
gnomekind ring once more to shrink down and walked through like no
problem!-D-
imperfect exhale: "Sounds accurate." Eyes slipped up to the chimes and she
shuddered .. she'd seen some quirky shit invading other peoples houses, but
this really beat all. [d]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck has entered the room.
Tesarik One: Seeing that Jessica wasn't going with them, she paused and then
headed up the stairs and pulled her lantern that was on her belt off and
handed it to her. "If you can light this lantern, you can use it. I don't
have any tindersticks
Tesarik One: with me."
The Quiet Touch: (GOing out on a limb on this,..just doing a random
knowledge,..well no knowledge roll on that bugger)
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: You know nothing either.
The Quiet Touch: (5 + 2 Voracious Reader, +4 Intel is so not enough)
SwordOfAtrophy: "Bring it down here, Arty, I'll take care of it."
DaemianBerazalle: He sat and thought about it for some time, but just
shrugged his shoulders as he came up with nothing conclusive. "Can't
remember it being spoken of in anything I've read." -d-
grim expectation: A whole group of Jon Snows.
Tesarik One: Yep.
Tesarik One: "Or my brother said he'll light it..." she waited for Jessica.
The Quiet Touch: He just kept on moving down the hall, the dagger of entry
back hiden beneath the overcoat. *D
DaemianBerazalle: He started on down the hall, making sure Apollo was close
by so he could guide him along the path, warning him of the chimes if any
were close to being struck as they moved.
The Quiet Touch: Yes well one of those chimes was missing,..cause you
know,..he wanted it!
Tesarik One: Those who follow the passageway find that after quite a ways it
opens up into the middle of an icy glade in the nearby forest. Immediately
visible is a small stone altar with a boy about 12 years old from the look of
it sacrificed
SwordOfAtrophy: When the lantern was close, snkt, the claws on his left hand
emerged. They were netherrack, so once on fire, they'd remain on fire, and
he had a blazing sun ring so poof, they were on fire, and he touched the oil
to light the
SwordOfAtrophy: lantern for her. That being done, he hustled down the hall,
because he didn't want to miss any of the fun.
Tesarik One: upon it, his body looks to be slit down the middle and his
heart removed, frozen blood still covers the corpse and stains the snow
around the altar. There are small footprints in the snow leading off to the
west.
RageofNocturne: :: One through the passage he would move out of the way and
remove the ring to return to normal and would look to the boys body and would
shake his head-- Must be Jeremys son. --he said then looked to the footprints
and would pull h
Tesarik One: She returned the lantern to Jessica once her brother lit it,
handing it to her so she could see to follow, then darted down the stairs and
through the passageway with the others. "Come on!"
The Quiet Touch: He just moved out into the glade and saw the boy. Moving on
over he would look the alter over for any sort of religious paraphernalia!
TrueRedBlood: She would nod and lifting her head, she breathed her fire into
the latern. "I don't need flintsticks.... but thank you, for that." And was
soon following the woman.
DaemianBerazalle: Normally, Achilles wasn't the sentimental type, but what
he saw before him was just wrong. He spent as little time describing it to
Apollo as he could, spying the trail and knowing he wouldn't be able to lose
sight of it, he
Tesarik One: Nope, just a stone altar, no sigils, nothing. And a dead boy
without a heart.
RageofNocturne: is goggles down and looked around-D- (Using Treasure
Seekers Goggles to locate 100gp stache around)
Tesarik One: There is nothing of worth there.
imperfect exhale: Well .. that sight was just depressing, and perhaps all
the other gruesome sights had hardened her stomach so she'd not feel a sense
of nausea welling up over the body. Otherwise, probably feel sick to her
stomach. [d]
DaemianBerazalle: began to follow the trail, staying in sight if any were to
follow(Track: Ranger).
RageofNocturne: was worth a try)
The Quiet Touch: He just shook his head and was turning and began to follow
the trail of little foot prints. "Hmm,..anyone notice how small the
footprints are?" *D
grim expectation: "I wonder if that's Jeremy's son." It was all she could
think of when they finally move dinto the room to get a look around.
RageofNocturne: :: With Achillies tracking he would move along with the
others following them-D-
Tesarik One: There are footprints in the snow, blood stained, and travel
west. After a short walk, you find the gaping entrance to a cave. The cave
tunnel leads you all down a short ways, there is only one way to go. As you
find the large cavern
Tesarik One: you also find a large black blob pulsing in the back of the
cavern, fading in and out of existence as well as an altar carved of ice,
which has a girl no more than 16 years old bound to it in silver chains. She
is shivering visibly
Tesarik One: and crying. Standing behind her crouched with a sacrificial
dagger is the woman - Jeremy's wife - staring at you all with an evil grin.
Tesarik One: She clapped her hand over her mouth at the site of the boy, and
pulled away from her brothers, her worship of the death rites god Rao causing
her to desire greatly to give the death rites to this boy and have him
buried. In fact, if
The Quiet Touch: And on they went to the cave,.. and he just stared."one
timeI wished it was a opulent mansion filled with bare chested harem girls."
Tesarik One: someone did not pull her away in some way, she would stay there
and do so, even if it took a while to dig into the frozen ground.
Tesarik One: Then we need to go to erotikas again.
grim expectation: As soo as Achilles went tracking, she turned to watch as
Artemis didn't follow and moved to tug on her arm. "We need to finish this..
come. We need everyone to do what they can."
The Quiet Touch: But on down he went into that cavern and then tilted his
head seeing the female and the girl. "Hm,.I think we are crashing her party."
*D
SwordOfAtrophy: He wasn't going to leave Artemis behind, considering she was
always dragging him places. "Later Arty, Ach is on to something."
grim expectation: soon*
DaemianBerazalle: He would definitely pull his sister away from the boy's
body, with promises of returning with her. He worshipped Rao in his own
ways, but he'd definitely help to bury the body.
Tesarik One: The woman shrieks, "You will be slain, so that I may continue
with my ritual to bind the Maggot Mother to our world!!" She falls to her
knees, praying it looks like, suddenly enveloped in an impenetrable shroud of
dark energy
Tesarik One: emanating from the Black Maggot of Death.
grim expectation: "Can I shoot her??"
The Quiet Touch: "Maggot mother? That does not sound pleasent,..yes shoot
her."
TrueRedBlood: "Bared.. chested harem girls... sadly doubt I could get a job
as one." She blinked at the footprints then the sight, the girl looked as
young as she did in human form!? The dragon, if only for the scales, paled at
the sight and she
Tesarik One: "The boy, he hasn't been given his rites," she said pitifully,
but she knew she was right and sighed. "I will be back, little one," she
whispered and followed after Naaria.
Tesarik One: Between Naaria and her brothers, she left the boy till later.
TrueRedBlood: heard it and simply wasn't sure what to do.
The Quiet Touch: And he was moving on forward towards that alter now,..as
Naaria was going to shoot the bitch he was going to get the girl free. *D
RageofNocturne: :: He would once finding them would growl and grip his
hammer firmly and moved to rush her but she was down on her knees praying. He
would growl as he saw the shroud cloaking her and looked around for the
source of the thing-D-
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 16/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || ^Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Window Lady
Tesarik One: 0/?? [10] || Jessica 0/16 [11] || Old Bitch I mean Witch 0/??
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 16/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || ^Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Jessica 0/16
Tesarik One: [11] || Old Bitch I mean Witch 0/??
DaemianBerazalle: He just stood and took it all in, eyes never leaving the
crazy Maggot loving woman.
grim expectation: What was one more bolt in the pursuit of justice because
there was no way she was going to let this bitch I meant Witch sacrifice any
of them. She was quick to make the shot and then there was a very clear
curse that fell from her
Tesarik One: Suddenly, several "maggots" burst out of the black pulsing blob
and advance upon the party!
grim expectation: lips when the shroud around the woman caught it before it
could do any damage to either one. "Black shit first.. then the crazy
woman."
Tesarik One: (All maggots are attached to the one baby black maggot of
death, so you can attack any tendril they all damage the main creature. if
you do dmg mwahahah)
grim expectation: ( evil DM laugh is evil )
Tesarik One: Black Shit First-
grim expectation: ( LOL )
The Quiet Touch: "My furred friend, break the girl free and get her back.
Your strength would be more valuable there for the moment." Spoken through
the insignia.
OnlineHost: Gemmed Wings has left the room.
Tesarik One: Three of the maggots lunged forward, going for Sun, Naaria, and
Apollo. It latched onto their body, engulfing what it could and began to suck
the blood right out of their bodies. If they survived, they'd find themselves
Tesarik One: bruised all over. (Bloodsucker. Only magic def allowed)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 20-sided dice: 6 12 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +8 = 14 Sun, 20 Naaria, 21 Apollo - Miss Sun, Miss Naaria, Hit
Apollo
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 3 76-sided dice: 11 6 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 2 10-sided dice: 4 2
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: [Betrayal.]
The Quiet Touch: (Rain of Flowers when the time comes)
Tesarik One: +12 = 18 (magic def)
SwordOfAtrophy: (Fighter's Defense?)
TrueRedBlood: She was frozen by fear, dangit, she hated this.. she had to
snap out of it and gods she was going to have nightmares of black maggots
crawling on her by the end of this.
Tesarik One: Evade? Ok.
Tesarik One: Go Sun, counter.
SwordOfAtrophy: Some little black thing jumped at him, and in reflex he
punched it. "Down boy."
The Quiet Touch: As that maggot flew at him he twisted his upper body to the
side, the right hand raised in a quick strike, followed by the left with an
equally lightining fast blow to that maggot.
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 2 54-sided dice: 20 37
Tesarik One: ~*~ The Quiet Touch scored 7 poynts damage ~*~
The Quiet Touch: (Golden leaopard than crushing blow)
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 8-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ The Quiet Touch scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 5-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ The Quiet Touch scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
The Quiet Touch: (7 + 4 + 5 + 13 Qck, and +3 Holy unarmed ki straps if they
are allowed even if the +3 isnt than its still holy = 32 with ki straps, 29
without)
Tesarik One: You do absolutely nothing to the Black Maggot of Death.
Invulnerable.
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 16/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Jessica 0/16
Tesarik One: [11] || Old Bitch I mean Witch 0/??
Tesarik One: Ragnar-
The Quiet Touch: "Well,..that is interesting." He gave a slow blink, his
head tilted some. *D
RageofNocturne: :: Hearing Sun he would look over to the girl and then would
look back to the maggot thing then would run over to the ice alter and the
girl-- Dont move...--he said and lifted his mighty hammer and would swing it
to either shatter t
Tesarik One: "Interesting good...or interesting bad?" she too was goign to
be punching things. Maybe.
The Quiet Touch: "Well,..just interesting, it seems to have had no effect,
so I am guessing that devout and,..I suppose you could call it holy does not
effect this creature." *D
RageofNocturne: he metal or the part of the alter she was chained
to...whichever really it didnt matter to him which one so long as he got her
free-D- (Fizzwinken Frigid Spiked Decimating Sledgehammer can instantly
destroy any item it hits under 30
RageofNocturne: hp)
RageofNocturne: DM's call on the hp of the item)
Tesarik One: Shattering the silver chains? Done. She is no longer chained to
the ice altar.
Tesarik One: Smoke-
The Quiet Touch: So grab the girl and haul furry tail!
TrueRedBlood: "Light as in things that light the area, or as in actual fire
might though... " Which meant likely it would come down to her dragon breath
but she wanted no one in the way.
RageofNocturne: :: And with her free! He would pick her up to get moving to
get her out of there so she couldnt be used for the ritual-D-
imperfect exhale: Smoke was utilising her fast
imperfect exhale: (( damn buttons ))
Tesarik One: You can take her outside of the cave and leave her or stay with
her.
grim expectation: "There has to be a reason that old fart had silver
everything.. " Meaning she thinks the old man knew more than he was letting
on about what was happening. It's why they split up all the silver gear.
DaemianBerazalle: He was more than willing to attempt the usage of silver,
he just had to wait for the right opening. That pistol was already in his
right hand, taking aim on the maggoty blob.
imperfect exhale: Smoke was utilising her fast blinking to shift in and out
of view leaving wisps of smoke in her wake, and on one rentry she'd be
holding Spook and attempt to send the blade down with the edge bared for one
of the nasty maggoty
TrueRedBlood: "Anyone got a silver dagger os silver bullets then?" She
wondered.
imperfect exhale: things .. making sure to keep a good strong grip on the
hilt as she didn't want to use it; maybe the blade of shadowstuff would do
what the mans fists couldn't? Or not.
imperfect exhale: (( spook 2d11, +3 dance partner strike/dmg, +2 dmg weapon
alteration, dex fighter .. it has cold, phantom, forces shapeshifts out of
shapeshift and such ))
Tesarik One: Invulnerable.
imperfect exhale: (( aw ))
Tesarik One: It hits it, it cuts it, but it oozes back together.
RageofNocturne: :: He would once he had her outside would give the girl the
knife he had somewhere in his pocket along with putting an amulet around her
neck-- Stay right here...we will be back shortly. --he said and put a hand on
the girls head th
RageofNocturne: en would head back in-D-
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 16/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Jessica 0/16
Tesarik One: [11] || Old Bitch I mean Witch 0/??
Tesarik One: Sun-
The Quiet Touch: "It also hated light, the wall scones, the fireplace, all
those were destroyed." Gotta love that insignia!@
Tesarik One: "I think the dragon has it right, not light so much as fire.
The torches were destroyed, and that fireplace was stuffed with snow."
grim expectation: "The wands of firestorm were in teh chest too."
Tesarik One: "Ah right."
The Quiet Touch: So with that he was pulling the red gemstone from his pouch
as he was moving. That was shoved into the wrappings that covered his left
fist. And when that happened the left fist blazed to life and he smashed it
for the black maggot
The Quiet Touch: itself!
OnlineHost: The Quiet Touch rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Tesarik One: ~*~ The Quiet Touch scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
TrueRedBlood: "So... guessing I need to breath fire on the thing? Or light
other people's weapons, like arrows with fire?"
The Quiet Touch: (4 + 13=17,..really?)
Tesarik One: Miss
Tesarik One: Naaria-
grim expectation: "Breathe fire.. " Naaria gave her a thumbs up.
Tesarik One: "Yes, breathe fire!"
The Quiet Touch: (How can I miss a big black writhig mass of blobby stuff!)
Tesarik One: It's maggoting around.
Tesarik One: Yes, that is a new word.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Love yourself!"
SwordOfAtrophy: He felt the need to join in.
The Quiet Touch: Well,...he was making himself a target again,...hey he was
good at being a tank!
grim expectation: Pulling out another one fo the silver bolts since it had
worked earlier, she placed it onto her arbalest once more and took a moment
to focus on the the creature as it went maggotting about. Then when she
thought she had the
grim expectation: best shot, she pulled the trigger. [Heavy Arbalest 2d6,
Exit wound 1d3, Executioner's Shot for Qck x 2 ]
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: HornsOfOblivion has entered the room.
grim expectation: [ + 11 qck = 17 ] Too much maggoting.
Tesarik One: Yep. Miss. It was a slinky maggot.
Tesarik One: Apollo-
Tesarik One: It did physically shy away from the silver as it came close to
it though.
SwordOfAtrophy: Fire? Sure. There was a reason he chose the metal for his
left hand. But the ring of the blazing sun was nice, and both his hands lit
up. He went to cut the one that tried to eat him into goop, cuz vengeance!
(Combat +1d)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: (10 Qck, 3 Fighters weapon) = 18
Tesarik One: Hit
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 3 50-sided dice: 23 8 29
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
TrueRedBlood: This was one of those times... she hated waiting but she had
to make sure that no one got hit with her breath of fire.
SwordOfAtrophy: (Dual Wield - Morghuth Iron Finger Claws (1d5) + Netherrack
Finger Claws (1d5) Venemous/Fire)
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 2 5-sided dice: 2 5
Tesarik One: ~*~ SwordOfAtrophy scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
SwordOfAtrophy: 12 + 10 + 3 = yay 25
Tesarik One: +10 DEF = 15 dmg. Fire did damage it, as did silver. The
Venomous not so much, not that anyone would know that.
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 31/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Jessica 0/16
Tesarik One: [11] || Old Bitch I mean Witch 0/??
Tesarik One: Artemis-
Tesarik One: She had that Elemental Gemstone too, attached to her gloves.
She'd forgotten like the dummy she truly was. Her hands burst into flames and
she darted after one of the maggoting things, and began to
Tesarik One: punch into it's gooey black body with her fiery hands. (Combat
Bonus Extra 1d)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: +9 Power Attack = 15
Tesarik One: Miss
Tesarik One: Achilles-
Tesarik One: She was punching at the air, it had maggoted its way out of
Artemis' line of sight. She grumbled low.
The Quiet Touch: "It is a slippery fellow isnt it?"
DaemianBerazalle: He'd spent more than enough time aiming, hoping he had the
right of things as he activated the pistol, hoping his calculations helped
him as he shot the silver bullet at the Baby Maggot(Combat Marksman, Point
Blank Shot, Point Blank
DaemianBerazalle: Master, Combat: extra 1d on rank dice).
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
DaemianBerazalle: (+2 Ranger, +6 Quick, +1 PBM = 18)
Tesarik One: Hit
TrueRedBlood: Artemis, Apollo and Achielles.... did their mom work for
triple A or something? That was just a tad odd.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 3 48-sided dice: 48 30 30
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 15 poynts damage ~*~
grim expectation: They're the A-Trips.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 8-sided die: 6
Tesarik One: ~*~ DaemianBerazalle scored 0 poynts damage ~*~Their mom was
dead. I
Tesarik One: kill you.
TrueRedBlood: [ xD ]
The Quiet Touch: NEver get the ST to say I kill you!
The Quiet Touch: It does not bode well!
SwordOfAtrophy: She says it all the time.
DaemianBerazalle: (+6 Quick, +3 Ranger, +1 PBS = 31 dmg, silver)
The Quiet Touch: True,..but in some instances it doesnt bode well.
Tesarik One: +10 DEF = 21 dmg
Tesarik One: Baby Black Maggot of Death 52/?? [18] || Ragnar 0/45 [19] ||
Smoke 0/35 [24] || Sun 0/27 [24] || Naaria 0/40 [21] || Apollo 0/28 [20] ||
Artemis 0/29 [12] (0/14) || Achilles 0/32 [16] || Jessica 0/16
Tesarik One: [11] || Old Bitch I mean Witch 0/??
Tesarik One: Jessica-
TrueRedBlood: Well it was her turn, she glanced at the maggots and would
take a step forward as the dragon would focus on her flames within her then
in a way, burp out the fireball. [Dragon Breath - Cone of Fire ]
DaemianBerazalle: Now the arduous task of reloading the weapon, which he
immediately set about doing. Silver seemed to do the trick, and he let it be
known in case they didn't already.
OnlineHost: TrueRedBlood rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Tesarik One: ~*~ TrueRedBlood scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
TrueRedBlood: [+1 qck ]
TrueRedBlood: [ 1+15=16 ]
Tesarik One: Miss
Tesarik One: BBMoD-
RageofNocturne: :: I doubt ill be much help with this. I have no silver or
fire to use.-D-
Tesarik One: Silver....fire..... it wasn't happy, and it was wounded.
WOUNDED!! It could not believe it, and it blamed the Old Bitch. Suddenly, it
surged upon the witchy woman who dared try and summon the Mother Maggot to
this world only to be
Tesarik One: harmed, and the darkness around her gets even darker and
thicker. The woman emits a horrific shriek, and seconds later a tentacle
squirts out white bones across the floor, and then fades from existence,
leaving behind a small black
TrueRedBlood: "I could light someone on fire for you, maybe?"
grim expectation: In her head, Naaria is pointing and laughing.
Tesarik One: stone that glimmers and glitters evilly. Slowly the ice around
the cavern begins to groan and crack, melting quickly as the hold on this
world is broken and summer attempts to break through.
TrueRedBlood: "I mean something... not someone."
DaemianBerazalle: "Sounds like our queue to leave." He called out as the
ice started groaning and cracking. They were in a cave, after all, who knew
what bad shit could happen if they stayed!?
The Quiet Touch: "Well,..piss it off and it eats you,..or something to that
effect." As shit started hitting the fan he was moving to grasp the stone up.
"Maria will know what to do with this!"
The Quiet Touch: And he was moving, "everyone out." He was already moving
for that door. *D
Tesarik One: The girl is cold but unharmed, and only remembers that her
mother tried to kill her. She is indeed Jeremy's daughter (and the dead boy
is his son) and Jeremy will be glad to see her.
TrueRedBlood: "Um.... guys.... I think we should be getting out of here..."
She moved to scramble out as best that the dragon could.
DaemianBerazalle: He stuck close to Artemis and Apollo, making sure they got
out safe and sound, plus, he had to help Artemis with burying the boy.
SwordOfAtrophy: He had to help Arty bury the boy, but he would at least
convince her to bring the corpse to the surface before attempting so.
The Quiet Touch: That stone found the pouch,..cause touching it just felt
wrong. *D
Tesarik One: As you exit the cave you feel immediately a change in the air,
as the magic aura has faded and within 4 hours the entire area will become a
hot summer day, though the rapid thawing is going to cause flash floods in
other areas.
Tesarik One: Nature of the beast.
grim expectation: She watched in horror as their opponent tried to get away
after killing the woman and moved to aim her weapon once more on the beast to
keep it here without letting it get away. Unfortunately she as unable to
stop it from getting
RageofNocturne: :: Hearing the creaking he knew what it meant-- Out fast.
--he said and would move out himself and returning to the girl he would take
back the knife put it back in his pocket. He would then escort her back to
the carriage and to he
RageofNocturne: r father. And once there he would also reclaim his other
hammer.-D-
Tesarik One: She grabbed her brothers and began to run away from the cavern
that was melting and would possibly be very dangerous very quickly. Once out,
she breathed a sigh of relief and headed for the clearing. She still had to
give death
grim expectation: through the portal. A group of expletives muttered under
her breath as she look around the cave.
imperfect exhale: If it looked like everyone would be safely on their way,
she'd poof back on outside, figuring she'd digest those horrific sights in
one of her safer locations and a few helpful home remedies .. for now though,
it was time to out. [d
Tesarik One: rites to the boy. She would, though, not bury the boy until
they'd brought him to his father once the girl informed them that the boy was
her brother. But she would not leave this town until the boy was buried.
grim expectation: until it started to melt around them and then she moved
with the others. She had a key... and she wondered if she would find what it
was good for.
Tesarik One: Naaria if you'd like to search the carriage you may.
The Quiet Touch: He looked to Naaria he would tilt his head then looked
around with a slight frown. *D
grim expectation: Then she would do that. Keys were meant to be used on
something!
OnlineHost: grim expectation rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Tesarik One: ~*~ grim expectation scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
grim expectation: [ + 5 investigator, +4 per = 22 ]
DaemianBerazalle: A look given over to Artemis and Apollo, nodding slightly.
"Guns . . . who knew?" A slight chuckle given, he'd have to invest in some
extra gear soon, it seemed.
Tesarik One: Under the seat where Donovan had sat in front of the carriage,
there is a box with a keyhole in the shape of the moon like the key you have.
grim expectation: Oh well let's put the key in the hole, shall we? She just
wants to look!
Tesarik One: BOOM!
Tesarik One: Just kidding.
grim expectation: LOL
TrueRedBlood: ....
Tesarik One: Inside are a great number of platinum pieces.
grim expectation: Oh.. well then. Now she seriously had to wonder what
those were for. "Don't forget to put the stuff back in the chest guys. You
know the old cheapskate High Citizen wants his stuff back." But would he
miss the platinum. Maybe
Tesarik One: Your task done, you are free to return home, though it would be
nice if someone did return the carriage and items in the lockbox to the
Patrician.
grim expectation: it was their payment for doing this? A bonus perhaps?
Tesarik One: Perhaps!
Tesarik One: "Right." She dumbed the healing potions she didn't use, and the
ring into the box.
grim expectation: Where was that faerie boy and his moonbridge to get them
back across the ravine!
Tesarik One: dumped.
Tesarik One: They could go the long way around it wouldn't be near as
terrible now that summer had come back.
Tesarik One: Do you all return the borrowed items??
DaemianBerazalle: He wasn't too upset over having to part with the gun.
They were handy tools of destruction, but he much preferred the bow to them.
He made sure the gun was unloaded and all the shot was returned to the chest.
Anything else he'd
Tesarik One: Just say yes or no please.
imperfect exhale: Could be a test of their trustworthiness, the patrician
would hand it over if he'd meant them to have anything later on. Either way,
she'd drop in the silver bolts she hadn't used, the ring, and with the cold
disappearing she'd
grim expectation: Yes.
DaemianBerazalle: taken that the mun was forgetful about he'd return as
well.
imperfect exhale: wriggle out of her cold weather gear. [d]
RageofNocturne: :: Ill get this thing back to the guy...ill see you guys
back at the inne when im done. --he said and would look to them-D-
RageofNocturne: yes))
imperfect exhale: (( yup ))
DaemianBerazalle: (Yes)
Tesarik One: yes
The Quiet Touch: (yes)
SwordOfAtrophy: He didn't need any of the stuff he was simply thrown, so he
put it back in the chest.
TrueRedBlood: She walked alongside the carriage, not likely she'd be able to
fly the carriage over, sadly Jessica wasn't big enough to do that. She would
return any items she borrowed of course and would travel with the wagon all
the way.
The Quiet Touch: The ring was put back!
grim expectation: "I'm going with Big guy." Mostly to keep her eyes on the
platinum pieces. The group would know if she stole some for all their
troubles! She would share!
Tesarik One: Well, you've all brought summer back to the area! Well done.
But, the Black Maggot of Death still lurks somewhere, perhaps merely in your
dreams!
grim expectation: The man had sent them to have hands crawling on them, dead
children, sucker womens, snow in crevices and maggot of death.
Tesarik One: ^v^ 7/30/2016 12:37:34 AM ^v^
Tesarik One: (Ok officially over)
grim expectation: (( Thank you.. loved it ))
RageofNocturne: :: He would nod to Naaria and Jessica-- Thank you for the
company. --he said as he snapped the reigns to get the horses moving to
return the horses and carriage to the Partician-D-
imperfect exhale: (( thanks for running ^.^ ))
SwordOfAtrophy: (love your face)
Tesarik One: (Thanks y'all for attending)
DaemianBerazalle: (Thanks for running Pam!)
RageofNocturne: ty for running Pam))
Tesarik One: We will see the maggot of death another time.
grim expectation: Yay?
grim expectation: Keen Memory.. she'll know what to kill it with nxt tiem.
TrueRedBlood: The dragon would nod, she was just glad it was all over and it
didn't bother her as much as she thought it would but then she was a dragon.
She stayed as the pony sized dragon to travel on her own feet.
grim expectation: next time* My keyboard hates me today.
Tesarik One: Is Sun keeping the crystal or taking it to maria?
The Quiet Touch: He is taking that sick thing to maria
grim expectation: Oh good.. we can have a maggot in the basement.