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[DnD 4E PbP] Keep on the Shadowfell (IC)

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  • RedDawnRedDawn Registered User regular
    Panmorn thanks the Sister and starts to head his way back to Lord Padraig's.
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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    As the sun sinks towards the horizon and the square begins to quiet at day's end, Cordarek makes his way to the castle.
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  • HenslerHensler Registered User regular
    Dire arrives back at the house. His skin is several shades whiter than when he departed - no small feat considering how sallow it already was from his years in prison - and eyes wide. Whatever he found in the sage's tower did not set well with the tiefling. He takes a seat at that table as the servants are still preparing, and stares vacantly into the corner, lost in thought without saying a word.
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    edited May 2012
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    The adventurers make their way back to Padraig's keep, excited for the promised feast. Music, laughing, and the sweet aromas of decadent food fill the halls, and Padraig's boisterous laughter echoes far past the confines of the modest keep.

    "Come in! Come in!" Padraig yells as he waves them over to seats at a head table. "Take your places. Please, consider yourselves at home. My servants are at your beck and call!"

    The adventurers take their places, elaborate and delicate glassware clutters the table in front of them, and serving wenches quickly swoop in with strong smelling wine. Dire looks around the room and takes a quick inventory: the head table at which he now sits includes his four companions and Padraig's wife. An empty seat beside her invites the Lord himself, now pacing back and forth in front of them and spreading tales of their adventures (none of them true); two long tables seat another four dozen nobles, merchants, and notable townspeople; no less than eight servants duck and weave amongst the flailing arms and writhing bodies of drunken guests; and a four-piece band plays in the corner of the room, their enticing music almost completely drowned out by the laughter and merriment of Lord Padraig's hall.

    "Tell me, adventurers," says Padraig as he composes himself and addresses them over the roaring crowd. "What plans have you of ridding my town of the kobold menace?"

    The room goes suddenly quiet at his question.

    "You have proven yourselves of great worth, and I grow eager to know your next move."

    His smile widens as the expressions on the townspeople grow steadily more somber.

    "I am paying you, aren't I?"

    At this, Padraig's wife stands and addresses the room with a surprising air of authority.

    "Please sit, dear. Let us continue to honour our guests in the manner to which we are known, not in that of a riotous drunk, hmm?"

    Padraig turns instantly sheepish and takes his seat, bowing an apology for his outburst.

    "I'm sure our friends will reveal their plans soon enough, but for now let us enjoy the night's celebration!"

    The crowd cheers at the Lady's call, and the band continues its desperate attempt to somehow play string instruments louder than over fifty people, hollering and carrying on without a care in the world.

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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    Cordarek joins in the merriment, laughing and chatting with the rest. Not a tray goes past without leaving a leg of quail or a fried snout of pork or some crispy horker skin at the halfling's plate, and not a toast is made without his goblet being raised in salute. Despite the outward merriment, however, Cordarek's mind is working, and he's careful not to get so drunk that he'll suffer for it on the morrow.

    A plan, eh? I guess we should have given that some thought today. On the other hand, that'd have meant that I missed the glorious afternoon in the square. The halfling grins at a 'humorous' limerick from one of the local barons. The man's poor bard must have laboured half the afternoon on that one, and the great buffoon still bungled the delivery.

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  • RedDawnRedDawn Registered User regular
    Panmorn sits uncomfortably in his chair, he wasn't the center of attention too often in his hometown, and the last time he was, it didn't turn out well for him. Still he puts on a brave face, and figures he may as well eat while he can. He eyes the rest of his group trying to figure out what they are thinking.

    He finds an opening to talk to Dire and says under the din, "I don't think Lord Padraig understands how we operate, but I imagine we aren't going to get out of here without telling him something." He asks very quietly to make sure he isn't overheard "Do you think you can come up with our "plan" when the time comes? I've never been very good at this sort of thing."

  • DenadaDenada Registered User regular
    "A plan?" Halvard says, "We will find them, then kill them. That is our plan."

  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    At the goliath's words Cordarek leaps to his feet and hammers his goblet against the table.

    "Hear hear! We'll drive the kobolds into their dens and burn them to the ground! No man nor beast can stand against us! Here stand -- here sit -- arrayed the finest group of heroes I've ever met, ready to do the bidding of their liege and their duty to Winterhaven! We shall not fail! We can not fail, not with your support! Those who stand with us stand with heroism! With justice and peace! With all of the civilized races of the world! Hurrah!"

    The halfling sits again, and mumbles under his voice. "Donations welcome."
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    edited May 2012
    Some of the townspeople in the crowd raise their glasses and cheer at the halfling's speech. The excitement is cut short, however, when a large orb comes flying into the room, knocking food, drink, and everything else off of the the head table and landing perfectly in front of Padraig's seat.

    "Everyone get ou--"

    Padraig's words are cut short by the simultaneous slamming of the doors in the dining hall. A curious buzz can be heard from the other side of the closed doors, very faintly, right before panic breaks out amongst the crowd. Several villagers rush to open the doors and are sent flying back by an unknown force--their hands blackened with soot.

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  • RedDawnRedDawn Registered User regular
    Wasting no time, Panmorn jumps to his feet, draws his sword and shield and prays silently "Pelor give me strength."

  • El SkidEl Skid The frozen white northRegistered User regular
    Barran is caught leaning way back in his chair, and in the middle of drinking his wine.

    Shrugging, he downs the rest of the wine before leaping to his feet, hand reaching for his flute...

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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    "What in the hells?" Cordarek's on his feet before he even realizes he's moving.
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  • DenadaDenada Registered User regular
    "This is why I wear my armor to dinner," Halvard says, kicking away his chair as he picks up his halberd.

  • HenslerHensler Registered User regular
    Dire actually looks relieved to see a fight begin. He has no experience with parties, but fighting has always been a way of life for him. The tiefling pulls a wand from within his robes and grins.
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    An Uninvited Dinner Guest - Round 1

    Shortly after the sphere comes to a complete stop, it begins to shudder. Glasses and other dinnerware rattles violently as the strange object sends bursts of unknown magic through the oaken table. Suddenly, it begins to float several inches and emits an eerie, purple light.

    Dire and Cordarek exchange glances. They both recognize the object immediately as a Necrotic Sphere. Powerful necromancer often use such devices to bind the souls of lesser demons. Upon activation, the souls of the entrapped are released, understandably angry. At any moment, the dining hall will be overrun with all manners of evil.

    This sphere must be deactivated!
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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Cordarek gapes in horror at the spinning, hovering sphere. He knows, with the certainty of experience, that his rather elemental understanding of Arcane forces will not be up to the task of defusing this horror. He immediately sets about creating a small arcane construct that, while it will have no effect on its own, ought to allow Dire or Barran to more easily bore into the Necrotic Sphere with his own powers.

    There is a brief purplish flash as the webbing comes into being, and the slight clink of crystallizing energy.
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  • HenslerHensler Registered User regular
    Dire wishes he had more time to study the orb, but he recognizes the danger within it. Using Cordarek's construct as a focus, Dire reaches out with his arcane senses and tries to dispell the magical energy.
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    Dire's magic begins to break down the sphere's arcane workings. It shudders slightly.
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  • RedDawnRedDawn Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Panmorn studies the orb intently, never having seen anything like it before, he proceeds with great care. After a tense few moments, he believes he can discern some things about it, and begins to cautiously work on it's mechanics.
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  • DenadaDenada Registered User regular
    Halvard points his weapon at the sphere, then suddenly feels quite helpless. Magic spheres and intricate spells were the arena of his allies, not his. Without any way to influence the object directly, he instead turns his mind toward helping the others.

  • El SkidEl Skid The frozen white northRegistered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Barran turns his memory back to other, similar devices he had heard about in his travels, and thinks he remembers a contraption like this being used before, and that it was stopped...

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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    An Uninvited Dinner Guest - Round 2

    The sphere continues to float above the table's surface, emitting a maddening hum that grows steadily louder. The efforts of the adventurers seem to be slowing it down, however.

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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    "Uh, gentlemen -- time may be of the essence!"

    Cordarek glances sideways and notices Halvard glaring fixedly at the sphere. The Goliath's eyes seem to be tracking a small roughened area of the orb's surface, and Cordarek's brows knit in confusion for an instant before he figures it out.

    Of course. It's so simple!

    The Sorcerer's will lashes toward the Necrotic Sphere and there's an audible click.
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  • HenslerHensler Registered User regular
    edited June 2012

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  • HenslerHensler Registered User regular
    After his earlier success in overpowering the orb's magic, Dire feels confident in his ability to do so again. Perhaps a little too confident... he is much less successful this time, and he grabs his head in pain as the magical feedback staggers him.
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  • RedDawnRedDawn Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Panmorn throws down his shield and grabs hold of the orb, in hopes of drawing some of the power from the orb into his body.

    He can feel the energy coursing through him, he can feel it making him weaker, but he holds fast and knows that some of energy has dissipated.

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  • DenadaDenada Registered User regular
    Halvard reaches for the orb, but stops as Panmorn grasps it first. He looks around at the room, wishing there was a way for him to help these people directly. Spotting the locked door, he grasps his weapon. "Stand clear!" he yells, and waits only a moment for the frightened crowd to get away from the door before charging it, pouring all of his frustration and anger into the strike.
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    As Halvard hurls himself at the doors, they momentarily bow inward. The wood creaks in agony at the barbarian's weight, and the rattle of chains echoes from the other side. Suddenly, the doors snap to their original position and send Halvard flying back into one of the dining tables. The villagers rush over to help him up.

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  • El SkidEl Skid The frozen white northRegistered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Barran racked his brain for the details he was now sure he had heard. The thing had to be encased... encased in... fire? No...Ice? Something about some sort of force... It was on the tip of his tongue!

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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    An Uninvited Dinner Guest - Round 3

    The sphere continues to shudder and hum, yet it is clear its progress is weakened.


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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    "Keep it up, gentlemen!"

    A fine mesh of coruscating energy drops from nowhere onto the sphere, and flickers through a few million configurations in the second or so that it takes to align itself with some hidden pattern of energy being generated by the construct. Once correctly aligned, the mesh snaps tight around the necrotic sphere, further hampering its movement.
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  • HenslerHensler Registered User regular
    Still reeling from his failed attempt to negate the orb magically, Dire doesn't feel up to using magic again yet. While not an exact match, the orb looks very similar to one faced by a party of adventures hundreds of years ago - Dire had thought reading through their journals had been a waste of time, but... perhaps not. He is able to remember a few syllables of the ancient dialect that was used to shut down such orbs in the past. He calls them out, and the orb seems to spin slower and the hum becomes lower in volume.
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
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  • RedDawnRedDawn Registered User regular
    Feeling a little weak after soaking up the energy from the orb, Panmorn tries to shout out encouragement to his companions. His mind is fuzzy from the orb's energy though, and he is unable to find the right words to help.
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  • DenadaDenada Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Seeing Panmorn falter, he grabs hold of the sphere to finish what his ally started. Though difficult, he manages to draw in more of the spheres' energy, hopefully buying enough time for the others to finish their work.
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  • El SkidEl Skid The frozen white northRegistered User regular
    edited June 2012
    Barran was out of ideas on how to help. He was pretty sure the thing was almost contained, but needed to delay it just a bit longer. Maybe confusion would work...

    Barran runs up to the contraption and puts his face right up to it. "Hey fellows! Are you sure you're in the right place? I think you're supposed to be in the next settlement over, down at Lord Pandraig's place. This is Lord Bituman's keep, and we're totally on your side-why don't you go ask your boss why you're trying to kill the wrong side RIGHT NOW?!"
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    An Uninvited Dinner Guest - Round 4

    The sphere shakes violently. It is clearly much, much weaker.

    What is not clear is whether or not that is a good thing.


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  • GrimmyTOAGrimmyTOA Registered User regular
    Barran's seemingly insane entreaty to the hovering deathsphere seems to make it pause in its spinning for an instant, and Cordarek takes the opportunity to rap it sharply with the end of his staff. The world seems to hold its breath as the halfling waits for the results of his meddling.
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  • FiggyFiggy Registered User regular
    edited June 2012
    The sphere's humming ceases immediately, and it falls with a thud onto the dinner table. A collective sigh of relief spreads throughout the hall, and Padraig rushes over to the adventurers.

    "I can scarcely believe it!" he cries with joy. "You have saved our town yet again!"

    Cheers of applause ring from the townspeople, now gathering themselves up and trying to look at least slightly less terrified. From the northern set of doors, several guards rush in.

    "My Lord!" yells the man in front. "What is going on in here?"

    Behind them, several more guards writhe in pain on the ground, covered in soot. It looks like they have been trying to get in from the other side as well.
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