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[IC] Odam: Names of Old (dungeon crawl and tea party)
Horseshoe
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The Lost Chronicles of Odam:
Names of Old
It has been many years since the reckoning of the black days... and the ages before seem as but a memory to all but the oldest and wisest. That which was lost is being slowly regained, like fields that remember their vitality in the dawn. Words thought forgotten are once again heard... as though it were a dream awakening, whispered by the land itself.
Chapter 1 - Fire
"GET DOWN!"
The young elf battered away another torrent of burning books. He shielded his face from the flames, in a full sweat. It had been such a fine morning, too... and yet somehow here he was, surrounded by fire with a human and a gnome, of all things. Everywhere they turned it seemed they met another wall of flames. Had anyone else made it out? They shielded their eyes and faces from the intense heat.
"Stay calm! The hallway may still be intact... it's our only chance!"
---
Laycirra's fingers gripped the fur of her companion tightly as they barreled through the glade. Her eyes teared from the smoke as they rushed onward toward the source of what was most certainly a large fire. But something was odd about the smell. It wasn't the scent of burning trees and brush. She had hoped that her arrival might aid the escape of a few creatures... but if her nose was leading them where she thought it might be... they would find more than just imperiled deer and birds.
Names of Old
It has been many years since the reckoning of the black days... and the ages before seem as but a memory to all but the oldest and wisest. That which was lost is being slowly regained, like fields that remember their vitality in the dawn. Words thought forgotten are once again heard... as though it were a dream awakening, whispered by the land itself.
Chapter 1 - Fire
"GET DOWN!"
The young elf battered away another torrent of burning books. He shielded his face from the flames, in a full sweat. It had been such a fine morning, too... and yet somehow here he was, surrounded by fire with a human and a gnome, of all things. Everywhere they turned it seemed they met another wall of flames. Had anyone else made it out? They shielded their eyes and faces from the intense heat.
"Stay calm! The hallway may still be intact... it's our only chance!"
---
Laycirra's fingers gripped the fur of her companion tightly as they barreled through the glade. Her eyes teared from the smoke as they rushed onward toward the source of what was most certainly a large fire. But something was odd about the smell. It wasn't the scent of burning trees and brush. She had hoped that her arrival might aid the escape of a few creatures... but if her nose was leading them where she thought it might be... they would find more than just imperiled deer and birds.
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Laycirra was a little confounded. She hadn't been in the area long, but she definitely didn't understand how she'd manage to pass over something like this altogether. Still... if it was on fire, that meant someone was nearby.
Someone was nearby and starting fires.
The priestess approached the wall cautiously, and plucked the whip from her belt. "Stay back," she whispered to Lidalla in the smooth halfling language. "Keep your eyes open," she added.
He raised a booted heel as the gnome waved his hands, performing the his strange arcane gestures (he never got the gist of what all the magicking was about when you had blackpowder) and gave the door a swift kick. The door stood defiantly.
"Nipjack," Tyr elf-swore.
1d20+5=24, 1d3+2=3 damage for be-booted foot
(EDIT: Arcane Lock'd)
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GM of Monsterhearts: Blackwood
"Its locked, we may have to break it open" Ill see what i can do. Neil continues to concentrate to see if he can find anything else out.
Elvish. She might has suspected as much... no wonder she hadn't seen it before. Her suspicions had been confirmed... there was something different in this part of the woods.
But for all the chaos of the fire, there seemed to be not a soul running about within the stone walls. And above the roar of flames she could occasionally hear the wailing of voices... whoever was here, it seemed that they must be trapped.
---
The young elf knocked himself flat on his back as his boot rebounded from the locked door. Neil couldn't help but suppress a slight giggle as Tyr scrambled to his feet.
She approached closer to the hole in the wall, and let the coiled whip fall from her hands, ready to lash out at the first sign of danger. "Hello?" she called into the building. "Is anyone in there?"
Something in her head told her not to make her presence so obvious, but...
Alternatly, we can hide for 3 hours safely. Though i doubt the fire will burn out by then.
Water, where was the damned water when you needed it?
listen check (1d20+3=10)
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She straightens up, shouting cheerfully. "Hiiiii, is someone there?"
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"Where are you?" she called out into the flame-licked hallways. "Are you alright?"
Same action readied as before.
He began tapping on the walls. "Is someone out there?"
As the flames slowly crept their way to the door, breathing heat onto Tyr's back like a dragon (he didn't like this extreme heat dammit), his voice grew in intensity, pitch, and volume.
"If someone's out there we'd really appreciate some help before we're cooked like a Morningtide Gabbroc," his voice a tiny-bit anxious.
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Tyr continued to grope at the wall. His throat was starting to dry up so he cleared it.
"I think I can hear you! There's three of us trapped in here! Our magicker says the door is locked magically!"
He was yelling and after the shout his throat hurt. He swallowed hard and tried to wet his lips. No dice.
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The stone of the walls was getting warmer, and there was a torrent of flame coming from most of the windows... something was different about it... the flames had odd colors here and there... but then again, nothing she'd ever heard about elves was all that normal.
The voices seemed to be coming from near a large door at the front of the building. It was large, solid wood... and apparently the only wooden thing that wasn't on fire.
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As Neil glanced around the room, the vision granted him by his spell picked up a few more flickers from here and there... there was some sort of shelf across the room that gave off a certain light.
Scampering through the falling embers, the gnome darted to the shelf, which held a simple leather case. Fanning the flames from it, he found several scrolls... a few of which were still intact.
She was pretty certain this was it, and when voices from behind gave their response, she first grabbed the door and pulled. Then she pushed. When she was certain it really was locked, she pressed her tiny palm against the door and mumbled something under her breath. She hoped this would work; it usually did, but it wasn't often she had to break through magical wards.
"that should do it, no sense staying in here, lets get going" the Gnome says as he stores the rest of the scrolls in his case.
Neil thumbed through the scrolls with a gleam in his eye... surely he had found the way out of their predicament! But enthusiasm waned as he looked into the flames gathering on the floor nearby... and saw an impish face looking back at him...
He licked his lips before speaking. "Ever cooked a meal? If we let the fire burn, this will be our crock-pot."
His point was slightly detracted from by the sudden twang of magick in the air that was focused on the now-warped door. As the rush of cool air hit him he couldn't help but grin. "Thank the Elf-father! Not a moment too soon!"
Initiative (1d20+3=11)
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GM of Monsterhearts: Blackwood
You lucky folks have come across a Fire Mephit.
Initiative Order
Tyr 24/24 - 11
Fire Mephit 13/13 - Initiative (1d20+5=9)
Christine 15/15 - 7
Laycirra 20/20 - 6
Lidalla - 5
Neil 11/11 - 2
Tyr goes first!
The two blank rectangles are the double-doors. There is a halfling-sized hole in the door between Laycirra and Tyr (everyone is marked with their first initials save for Lidalla, who is marked with a W... for... y'know... wolf)
He quickly made a stab at the little craven creature, but it beat its wings and rose up defiantly, out of the path of Tyr's blade. It cackled wickedly and Tyranithilamatar elf-swore for the second time today.
(Moving diagonally up and right, then up to engage the mephit)
Attacking the imp, FAILED (1d20+7=14, 1d8+2=5)
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GM of Monsterhearts: Blackwood
Gettin' slit up by a mephit (1d20+10=11, 1d20+10=13)
Gettin' slit up by a mephit (Dmg) (2d3=4, 2d4=4)
(Horseshoe our dice suck)
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GM of Monsterhearts: Blackwood
Damage roll (1d10=10)
She moved up and past the girl with the exploding wand until the beastie was in sight, but she was absolutely certain it was somethin' she'd never seen before. Still, it was lighting things on fire in her woods... so she had to do something about it!
She lashed out with her whip, but only struck the warm stone floor near the thing. It was quicker than she'd expected.
Dex Check vs 6 (Mephit's Average Trip Roll)(1d20+3=15)
"Kill it, quick"
"Shoot the little trigger-flit, Christine!" Tyr was quite fluent in elf-swears.
Kill the fucking mephit, MEGAFAIL goddamn these dice (1d20+7=8, 1d8+2=7)
Mephit makes another mephit, fail (1d100=85)
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GM of Monsterhearts: Blackwood
"We should get out of here while we can." Christine said, somewhat less enthusiastically than before.
Attack roll (1d20+4=7)
Hits for 0 damage
Neil steps 5 feet towards the door and draws one of the scrolls from his case. He reads it as the scroll burns up in his hands and a series of lights shoot out in a swirling pattern towards the mephits, but they are unaffected. This is getting bad, kill the first if you can, the second has been summoned!
Hypnotic Lights or whatever, for 9 hit die total and an attack of 10
Spellcraft to determine summon (1d20+7=16)