You don’t see much Holly, it’s just a gloomy corridor leading to a few steps up to a closed door. The door is solid stone. A wide basin is a few feet in front of the door. Directly either side of the door are two shoulder high pillars carved into ugly beasts. Your friends appear veiled in dark shadow; all you see are rough shapes.
The note, read with Gisard’s Light infused staff inches from where your nose used to be, reads:
“The key is in thee
eldest of components
will set you free.”
Gisard, you are blind, for now at least. You can’t succeed on a move if sight is vital. If you’re casting a spell, an ally will have to Aid you for it to succeed (point you the right way etc.)
Bran is the last man outside. Hao-Gou has just knocked everyone else six feet towards the steps.
Bitter wind cuts against your skin. Your, frankly dashing, desert outfit isn’t cut out for this. You’d better head in with the rest of the party.
Only Bran can read this.
These new people lead by Eliza are now in near range.
Take out your bow in sudden, twisted rage and fire at the vampire, or take -1 ongoing until you next Make Camp... which may potentially be after this adventure is over.
Whatever you choose, you can head in just the same, but you’ve shot first, and they’re your enemies.
The damage you deal counts as a Backstab and a Cheap Shot!
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Bran pulls out his Ivory Bow, and grinds his teeth. His grip on the bow tightens until his knuckles go bone-white.
With an anguished grunt, the rogue turns and enters the tower.
You enter a brightly lit corridor, just a few paces wide, and twenty or so feet long. You see... mostly the back of a divine stone guardian. You have to tap the rump of Hao-Gou, who’s usually floppy ears are perked to make up for his obscured vision, before he shuffles to the side.
Once your view is clear you see the floor is pitted with dents and swift cuts. There are several holes in the middle of the ceiling—spear trap. You’re good. There’s a pressure plate either side of it. It must work on a slight delay for maximum surprise.
Up some short steps at the other end of the corridor is a hound-sized chicken-scorpion statue facing an equally sized snake-lizard statue. Going passed them takes you to a bronze basin green with age. It’s ceremonial in use, with masterfully crafted imagery of some fellow fighting monsters. Looks too heavy to lift.
After that there’s a stone door. No lock, nothing to pick or break. That’s some Glamjin scale bullshit as usual, you think.
Your allies range from blind to near sighted, only you can see okay.
What do you do?
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Bran cautiously moves to the front of the group and its light source(s), and begins examining the trap mechanism.
(Is there a trap here (lol), and if so, what activates it?)
“By King Khobarani’s cloak! What’s that touching my leg?!”, roars Dooli.
“Oh. I think that is me, honoured giant. I am looking for a lever or button.”, says Hiroki as sheepishly as a frog can.
They huff, “You’re not the first person hoping to find out if I’ve got a lever or not, but I’ll thank you to look elsewhere.”
“That’s the problem,” Miguel sighs, “I can barely see a thing—don’t you step on me you flaming barghest, you knavish rock!”
Miguel all but squeals as he hops away from Hao-Gou, who whines apologetically. The shishi ends up standing with all four paws as tightly under his belly as possible; he does a poor job of taking up less space.
Bran, besides the spear trap, the two statues facing each other look dodgy. They must have a purpose, and it’s no doubt foul. You can’t see any obvious trigger for a trap in front of it. Looks like you’ll have to deal with the spear trap, get closer and look them over in more detail.
You’re pretty sure... how did that note go again?
“The key is in thee
eldest of components
will set you free.”
That basin is involved in getting you out of here, but it might also be a source of trouble too. You’re not too sure.
"'Key is in thee, Eldest of components,' and a basin you say? May needs be filled with water... or blood. Try water first. I'll just be back here, trying not to ssstep on any pressure plates."
"Oh yes, and before I forget again, Bran, pull my finger."
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"Uhhhhh, okay Gisard. But I'll have you know, where I come from, when someone says pull my finger, generally nothing pleasant comes of it."
Bran, you briefly see a flash of Gisard as a toddler pretending to read his father’s spellbook to a group of soft dolls around a miniature table.
“T’daysss wizalling council meeting commencess! I’d firssst like to t’ank you all for—”
Then it’s over.
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"Hmmm, key is in thee... Bones? I'm bones." Holly pops a hand off and waves it vaguely at the others.
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The thief breaks out some tools and sets to disabling the spear trap, lest someone accidentally gets skewered.
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for Tricks of the Trade (Disable Traps, Dex, -1 ongoing)
You can disable the trap if:
- You expend the last use of your adventuring gear to pull out a small crowbar. It’s cheap, and in the process of cracking the pressure plate and messing with the workings it’ll snap off and half of it will stick there for good.
- You do much the same trick using all 3 of your throwing daggers.
OOC: I'm gonna retcon that I wagered prestidigitation on that counterspell earlier so I don't make a time paradox, gotta remember to check my spell prep list more
The statues stand facing each other with enough room for someone to pass between them to get to the large basin. They’re large, press back up either side of the walls, but you can see over the stop of them with a quick hop. They’re very well made statues. Every single feather is recreated on the chicken looking monster, and several droplets of blood from a cut are perfectly envisioned on the more snake-like statue.
Gisard picked up a homemade bestiary at the train station, perhaps that could tell you what they’re supposed to be statues of...
Beyond the statues a basin awaits. From here all you can tell is it’s empty. You’ll have to fill it with something to get a reaction.
Be on the lookout for another trap, one more subtle.
Sure, Bran will have to pickpocket it, but taking a book from a blind fellow is a simple task.
When you take the bestiary, roll+INT.
On a 10+, you find exactly what they’re portraying, and good detail.
On a 7-9, you’ll get an impression.
On a 6-, the author was out of their mind.
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Rather than rob the blind lizard, Holly simply asks him for it and, once he's fumbled about and found it, flips through the pages intently.
You flick through until you hit a pair of pages with shakily drawn chickens, snakes, and chicken-snakes.
The one on the left is a cockatrice, the right one is a basilisk.
The manual rambles on about unrelated conspiracies and morphs into a daily journal for a bit, but gets back on track at the end of the pages to explain how though different in look, they are related species, and that they both cause petrification with their gaze. Looking either such monsters in the eye will turn a creature to stone. They’re naturally quite resistant to such power, and can shake off petrification in the blink of an eye once another of its kin turns from it.
Looking back at the statues you size them up again. Only about the size of a big dog each. Between them a couple of feet back is the basin.
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"Ah-HAH! Clearly the trap triggers should anything block their view of each other!" She announces, limbo-ing under their locked gaze.
Dooli takes a tiny bite of their own arm. Two points on the top of their wrist begin to drip blood.
They saunter towards you, then scratch their chin. After a beat Dooli clambers over the back of the basilisk.
Dooli sniggers, “I’m not really built for limbo. I’m more of a volleyball player when I hit the beach.”
Holding their arm over the basin, they let their blood drip slowly into it a drop at a time.
It fizzles... then sparks! Arcs of green lightning dance from the blood, and the basin spins! It rises from a pole beneath it, and below the basin you see cogs at work.
The door opens, ascending into a gap above it.
Above the door glowing symbols appear...
The grey elf shouts in sudden shock!
“That’s High Elven! No one bothers with that these days! It says, well, best I can translate: ‘Two together, six apart, make a whole.’, but so much more flowery.”
He coughs and grips his throat. Scout pats him robotically on the back.
The basin is now descending in a slow spin back to the floor. The door could close again soon.
Holly, a good hard look at the next area reveals a few steps down onto a marble walkway. It’s well lit from simple wooden torches, as well as an queer ambient glow about the place. The area beyond is far more spacious than this, thankfully, with a very high ceiling. There are multiple exits you reckon, but you’d have to get a better look at the place to know more.
Dooli will be right beside you when you want to head in. Due to his size Hao-Gou will take up the rear.
For the rest of you, make your way safely to the door and depart for a place unknown!
[OOC: For some reason I have to refer to you as if the NPC adventurers are members of the party. Stop me if I ask Scout for a Spout Lore roll.]
Gisard follows behind Bran and Holly. "Well done, well done! Why, you two are practically junior probationary trainee archaeologists already! If this is the level of obstacle Glamjin can come up with, we'll reach him in no time at all, hah hah hah."
You pass through the door with the grey elf, Prince Margulis. He is a dab hand in a fight, and though has little faith in his skills, could be called a paladin.
Before you an ornate temple spills into view. You shield your eyes until you are accustomed to the unnatural ambient glow of the place.
You are stood on a high platform made of green stone overlooking a peach-coloured lagoon. There are no ladders or stairs down, merely a progression of treacherous slopes that eventually meet the waterline. Once you descend you won’t be able to climb back up.
The source of light emanates from below the water, and it dances playfully, almost hypnotically as the current washes over it. You track it to the far corner of the area. There’s something down there... is it a sunken ruin? Could be.
Margulis whistles, and points in awe. As if lounging in a bath, a humongous statue rises from the water—undoubtedly a god—part elephant or tapir, part man. One of its hands is held below its double chin, and in the palm of the god’s hand is a brilliant orb that flickers with shapes you can’t quite make out.
Have you heard of this god Gisard?
If so, what is their domain?
Moments later your contemplation is put aside by the sound of rowing, the grunting of sailors, and the terrible cracking lash of a master. You don’t know if they’ve seen you yet.
So much to take in. You take a deep breath and look up for inspiration. Aw crap, you think.
Physics of the Die
The area you are in is an internal six-sided impossible space. Each area, a face of the Die, is beholden to its own rules. Don’t stare to long at those moving upside down or sideways, you’re likely to lose it!
If you reach a connecting edge you can attempt to leap or pull yourself into the adjacent area by Defying Danger in the manner of your choice. Expect the worst should you fail! I’ll tell you when you’re close enough.
Besides that, the various doors (there are more than you can see from the maps) each lead to different points in the Die. They might open to another face (an area on the Die), or let you out elsewhere on your current face.
Rule of the Die
At the ‘middle’ face of the Die stands a powerless, locked portal.
You must find and collect enough orbs to turn it on to finally arrive at the mysterious and sinister Glamjin, Duke of Ways, Maester of the Planes. You don’t know how many you need yet, or anything else about this place for that matter.
Pomme and Hiroki are together, and pinned down by their own problems. Hao-Gou is alone and covering ground swiftly to find anyone else. You can’t make out what they’re dealing with over there.
Your jaw drops. Dooli picks it back up for you. As you’re well aware, Dooli is a mighty showboating gladiator, and it looks like they’re your only amiga for now.
The area is aglow with torches on brass stands, but this place is far more advanced that that. It’s damaged, in disrepair, but it’s obvious that once this was a place of true wonder. Platinum strips crisscross over every surface, and looking over the precariously handrail-less walkway you’ve stepped onto you see it goes down for miles.
Maybe high elves built it. That must be it.
Across the way a massive gem catches your eye sockets, and far in the distance drawn by thick shadows that flicker in the fire, a gleaming orb held behind a... glass dome?
Holly, the fight has started without you.
Dooli has taken a crude arrow to the knee! They let out a crocodilian rumble and pull it recklessly. Blood cascades from their leg.
There are nasty little bastards crawling and vaulting their way into range—but strictly not so you can melee them. Ten, no, twelve, thirteen... Plenty. They’ve got hooks, rope and pockets full of spiky things.
Kobolds.
Holly, if you plan on getting close to some, roll+DEX.
On a 10+, you do, and deal your damage with a technique.
On a 7-9, you can attack them now, but choose one.
- You don’t take damage.
- They don’t steal something from you.
- You’re not put in a tight spot.
Scout dims their lights and speaks barely audibly against your ear, “Sensors indicate multiple targets stationed throughout, some patrolling. A damping effect has reduced my capabilities by 78.9%. This unit cannot confirm in greater detail.”
This is all wrong. There’s grass under foot and thick bushes growing up against a building made of... is that painted wood? It’s not stone at any rate. The buildings have fine architecture, with sloped roofs that look like they could take your weight easily.
Torches line the walls at various points, but there’s plenty of shadow inbetween for a thief to hide in.
You hear a door close up ahead.
What do you do?
[OOC: You and Scout are in area 1. Name the numbered area you’re heading to, and I’ll describe what you find. Unlike the others you don’t see or know a thing about orbs.]
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Bran immediately ducks down into some long grass, pulling Scout down with him as best he can. If you could read his mind, even the most low-brow gods would be embarrassed by the string of expletives you'd hear.
"Alright, Glamjin's tower split us up, that's obvious. We need to find our companions as fast as we can. But quietly! First rule of getting through a place unseen and unheard, is assume there are eyes and ears everywhere, and act accordingly. C'mon."
In a hoarse whisper he turns to you and says, “That’s was my half-human brother’s name. My father slew him, as he does all his bastard children. I’m Margulis.”
He goes into a long monologue about the troubles of his home world, only stopping when a pang of pain hits him. He clutches his throat and points at the orb.
“We’ll need that. I can swim fine, yet... How do we get up there?”
If you’re taking a dip, just say where you’re headed, no need to roll.
Bran
The door is something like strong paper, and opens by being pulled sideways against the adjacent wall. It’s already open a crack when you get there.
The room is sparse, just a covering of dust and straw for a floor, and no furnishings.
You see two figures guarding a red painted wooden chest with an iron lock on it, and one other leans against the wall mere inches from the door. Hm... three foes and something Glamjin wants locked away.
What’s the word? For assassins that are born that way into a clan? They’re them.
You can’t see their skin, so they might not be people. In fact on average you guess there are more ‘other things’ than say, a human or lizardfolk.
If you’re heading in there, pick your first target—they’re dead; describe how. Now roll+DEX.
On a 10+, make a Cheap Shot against another one, and the last is getting ready to fight.
On a 7-9, deal your damage against another one, then choose:
- You don’t take damage.
- Scout doesn’t take damage.
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Holly's jaw distends (though it doesn't fall off this time) and a reverberating howl spills forth. "COME, PUNY SOULS, WHO WANDER IN THE DARKNESS
THERE IS A LIGHT FOR THE CRAVEN AND WEAK"
She draws a simple blade that warps and glows until it is a huge jagged glaive.
A bundle of kobolds scatter and knock a archer’s aim off. An arrow flies into the air.
You can attack them now, though the archers are falling back fast. Dooli stumbles, and their stumbling turns into a barrelling charge! They bulldoze a couple, and are mobbed by several more, but keeps running.
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Geth, roll 2d6+1 for Discern Realities
How does that Simon & Garfunkel song go?
The note, read with Gisard’s Light infused staff inches from where your nose used to be, reads:
“The key is in thee
eldest of components
will set you free.”
Gisard, you are blind, for now at least. You can’t succeed on a move if sight is vital. If you’re casting a spell, an ally will have to Aid you for it to succeed (point you the right way etc.)
Bran is the last man outside. Hao-Gou has just knocked everyone else six feet towards the steps.
Bitter wind cuts against your skin. Your, frankly dashing, desert outfit isn’t cut out for this. You’d better head in with the rest of the party.
Only Bran can read this.
Take out your bow in sudden, twisted rage and fire at the vampire, or take -1 ongoing until you next Make Camp... which may potentially be after this adventure is over.
Whatever you choose, you can head in just the same, but you’ve shot first, and they’re your enemies.
The damage you deal counts as a Backstab and a Cheap Shot!
With an anguished grunt, the rogue turns and enters the tower.
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Once your view is clear you see the floor is pitted with dents and swift cuts. There are several holes in the middle of the ceiling—spear trap. You’re good. There’s a pressure plate either side of it. It must work on a slight delay for maximum surprise.
Up some short steps at the other end of the corridor is a hound-sized chicken-scorpion statue facing an equally sized snake-lizard statue. Going passed them takes you to a bronze basin green with age. It’s ceremonial in use, with masterfully crafted imagery of some fellow fighting monsters. Looks too heavy to lift.
After that there’s a stone door. No lock, nothing to pick or break. That’s some Glamjin scale bullshit as usual, you think.
Your allies range from blind to near sighted, only you can see okay.
What do you do?
(Is there a trap here (lol), and if so, what activates it?)
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for Trap Expert (Dex, -1)
“Oh. I think that is me, honoured giant. I am looking for a lever or button.”, says Hiroki as sheepishly as a frog can.
They huff, “You’re not the first person hoping to find out if I’ve got a lever or not, but I’ll thank you to look elsewhere.”
“That’s the problem,” Miguel sighs, “I can barely see a thing—don’t you step on me you flaming barghest, you knavish rock!”
Miguel all but squeals as he hops away from Hao-Gou, who whines apologetically. The shishi ends up standing with all four paws as tightly under his belly as possible; he does a poor job of taking up less space.
Bran, besides the spear trap, the two statues facing each other look dodgy. They must have a purpose, and it’s no doubt foul. You can’t see any obvious trigger for a trap in front of it. Looks like you’ll have to deal with the spear trap, get closer and look them over in more detail.
You’re pretty sure... how did that note go again?
“The key is in thee
eldest of components
will set you free.”
That basin is involved in getting you out of here, but it might also be a source of trouble too. You’re not too sure.
"Oh yes, and before I forget again, Bran, pull my finger."
Bran pulls Gisard's finger.
"... Uh... ok great, carry on."
OOC: lol I thought I had prepared telepathy but I didn't whoops
“T’daysss wizalling council meeting commencess! I’d firssst like to t’ank you all for—”
Then it’s over.
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for Tricks of the Trade (Disable Traps, Dex, -1 ongoing)
- You expend the last use of your adventuring gear to pull out a small crowbar. It’s cheap, and in the process of cracking the pressure plate and messing with the workings it’ll snap off and half of it will stick there for good.
- You do much the same trick using all 3 of your throwing daggers.
Once cleared, he moves forward toward the statues, eyeing every detail and surface he can.
(What should I be on the lookout for?)
Geth, roll 2d6 for Discern Realities (WIS, -1 ongoing)
Gisard picked up a homemade bestiary at the train station, perhaps that could tell you what they’re supposed to be statues of...
Beyond the statues a basin awaits. From here all you can tell is it’s empty. You’ll have to fill it with something to get a reaction.
Be on the lookout for another trap, one more subtle.
When you take the bestiary, roll+INT.
On a 10+, you find exactly what they’re portraying, and good detail.
On a 7-9, you’ll get an impression.
On a 6-, the author was out of their mind.
Geth, roll 2d6+3 for Book Learning
The one on the left is a cockatrice, the right one is a basilisk.
The manual rambles on about unrelated conspiracies and morphs into a daily journal for a bit, but gets back on track at the end of the pages to explain how though different in look, they are related species, and that they both cause petrification with their gaze. Looking either such monsters in the eye will turn a creature to stone. They’re naturally quite resistant to such power, and can shake off petrification in the blink of an eye once another of its kin turns from it.
Looking back at the statues you size them up again. Only about the size of a big dog each. Between them a couple of feet back is the basin.
You’re at the basin. What’s the plan chief?
The gladiator turns to Scout and holds up a claw.
“Hss. I know what that is, don’t start.”
Dooli takes a tiny bite of their own arm. Two points on the top of their wrist begin to drip blood.
They saunter towards you, then scratch their chin. After a beat Dooli clambers over the back of the basilisk.
Dooli sniggers, “I’m not really built for limbo. I’m more of a volleyball player when I hit the beach.”
Holding their arm over the basin, they let their blood drip slowly into it a drop at a time.
It fizzles... then sparks! Arcs of green lightning dance from the blood, and the basin spins! It rises from a pole beneath it, and below the basin you see cogs at work.
The door opens, ascending into a gap above it.
Above the door glowing symbols appear...
The grey elf shouts in sudden shock!
“That’s High Elven! No one bothers with that these days! It says, well, best I can translate: ‘Two together, six apart, make a whole.’, but so much more flowery.”
He coughs and grips his throat. Scout pats him robotically on the back.
The basin is now descending in a slow spin back to the floor. The door could close again soon.
Everyone can see properly again!
Dooli will be right beside you when you want to head in. Due to his size Hao-Gou will take up the rear.
For the rest of you, make your way safely to the door and depart for a place unknown!
[OOC: For some reason I have to refer to you as if the NPC adventurers are members of the party. Stop me if I ask Scout for a Spout Lore roll.]
"... I just jinxed it didn't I."
You pass through the door with the grey elf, Prince Margulis. He is a dab hand in a fight, and though has little faith in his skills, could be called a paladin.
Before you an ornate temple spills into view. You shield your eyes until you are accustomed to the unnatural ambient glow of the place.
You are stood on a high platform made of green stone overlooking a peach-coloured lagoon. There are no ladders or stairs down, merely a progression of treacherous slopes that eventually meet the waterline. Once you descend you won’t be able to climb back up.
The source of light emanates from below the water, and it dances playfully, almost hypnotically as the current washes over it. You track it to the far corner of the area. There’s something down there... is it a sunken ruin? Could be.
Margulis whistles, and points in awe. As if lounging in a bath, a humongous statue rises from the water—undoubtedly a god—part elephant or tapir, part man. One of its hands is held below its double chin, and in the palm of the god’s hand is a brilliant orb that flickers with shapes you can’t quite make out.
Have you heard of this god Gisard?
If so, what is their domain?
Moments later your contemplation is put aside by the sound of rowing, the grunting of sailors, and the terrible cracking lash of a master. You don’t know if they’ve seen you yet.
So much to take in. You take a deep breath and look up for inspiration. Aw crap, you think.
Physics of the Die
The area you are in is an internal six-sided impossible space. Each area, a face of the Die, is beholden to its own rules. Don’t stare to long at those moving upside down or sideways, you’re likely to lose it!
If you reach a connecting edge you can attempt to leap or pull yourself into the adjacent area by Defying Danger in the manner of your choice. Expect the worst should you fail! I’ll tell you when you’re close enough.
Besides that, the various doors (there are more than you can see from the maps) each lead to different points in the Die. They might open to another face (an area on the Die), or let you out elsewhere on your current face.
Rule of the Die
At the ‘middle’ face of the Die stands a powerless, locked portal.
You must find and collect enough orbs to turn it on to finally arrive at the mysterious and sinister Glamjin, Duke of Ways, Maester of the Planes. You don’t know how many you need yet, or anything else about this place for that matter.
Pomme and Hiroki are together, and pinned down by their own problems. Hao-Gou is alone and covering ground swiftly to find anyone else. You can’t make out what they’re dealing with over there.
Your jaw drops. Dooli picks it back up for you. As you’re well aware, Dooli is a mighty showboating gladiator, and it looks like they’re your only amiga for now.
The area is aglow with torches on brass stands, but this place is far more advanced that that. It’s damaged, in disrepair, but it’s obvious that once this was a place of true wonder. Platinum strips crisscross over every surface, and looking over the precariously handrail-less walkway you’ve stepped onto you see it goes down for miles.
Maybe high elves built it. That must be it.
Across the way a massive gem catches your eye sockets, and far in the distance drawn by thick shadows that flicker in the fire, a gleaming orb held behind a... glass dome?
Holly, the fight has started without you.
Dooli has taken a crude arrow to the knee! They let out a crocodilian rumble and pull it recklessly. Blood cascades from their leg.
There are nasty little bastards crawling and vaulting their way into range—but strictly not so you can melee them. Ten, no, twelve, thirteen... Plenty. They’ve got hooks, rope and pockets full of spiky things.
Kobolds.
Holly, if you plan on getting close to some, roll+DEX.
On a 10+, you do, and deal your damage with a technique.
On a 7-9, you can attack them now, but choose one.
- You don’t take damage.
- They don’t steal something from you.
- You’re not put in a tight spot.
Here we go.
Scout dims their lights and speaks barely audibly against your ear, “Sensors indicate multiple targets stationed throughout, some patrolling. A damping effect has reduced my capabilities by 78.9%. This unit cannot confirm in greater detail.”
This is all wrong. There’s grass under foot and thick bushes growing up against a building made of... is that painted wood? It’s not stone at any rate. The buildings have fine architecture, with sloped roofs that look like they could take your weight easily.
Torches line the walls at various points, but there’s plenty of shadow inbetween for a thief to hide in.
You hear a door close up ahead.
What do you do?
[OOC: You and Scout are in area 1. Name the numbered area you’re heading to, and I’ll describe what you find. Unlike the others you don’t see or know a thing about orbs.]
Anyway, Gisard thinks that statue resembles depictions of Mishan-Ur Yari, a god of freshwater rivers and lakes.
[OOC: Edited! Not sure where I plucked that name from. It’s Margulis!]
"Alright, Glamjin's tower split us up, that's obvious. We need to find our companions as fast as we can. But quietly! First rule of getting through a place unseen and unheard, is assume there are eyes and ears everywhere, and act accordingly. C'mon."
(Bran checks the door to area 3)
... Miguel?"
In a hoarse whisper he turns to you and says, “That’s was my half-human brother’s name. My father slew him, as he does all his bastard children. I’m Margulis.”
He goes into a long monologue about the troubles of his home world, only stopping when a pang of pain hits him. He clutches his throat and points at the orb.
“We’ll need that. I can swim fine, yet... How do we get up there?”
If you’re taking a dip, just say where you’re headed, no need to roll.
Bran
The door is something like strong paper, and opens by being pulled sideways against the adjacent wall. It’s already open a crack when you get there.
The room is sparse, just a covering of dust and straw for a floor, and no furnishings.
You see two figures guarding a red painted wooden chest with an iron lock on it, and one other leans against the wall mere inches from the door. Hm... three foes and something Glamjin wants locked away.
What’s the word? For assassins that are born that way into a clan? They’re them.
You can’t see their skin, so they might not be people. In fact on average you guess there are more ‘other things’ than say, a human or lizardfolk.
If you’re heading in there, pick your first target—they’re dead; describe how. Now roll+DEX.
On a 10+, make a Cheap Shot against another one, and the last is getting ready to fight.
On a 7-9, deal your damage against another one, then choose:
- You don’t take damage.
- Scout doesn’t take damage.
"COME, PUNY SOULS, WHO WANDER IN THE DARKNESS
THERE IS A LIGHT FOR THE CRAVEN AND WEAK"
She draws a simple blade that warps and glows until it is a huge jagged glaive.
Geth, roll 2d6+2 for Konomi no Buki
- two-handed, forceful, messy, +1 weight
- +1 armour
You can attack them now, though the archers are falling back fast. Dooli stumbles, and their stumbling turns into a barrelling charge! They bulldoze a couple, and are mobbed by several more, but keeps running.
Do your thing Prince of Blades.
...
Gisard, you hear a distant plop in the water.