[Game Thread] Deep Thoughts: Getting There Is Half the Fun

[Corwin]

Gillerithan Taverner - Sorcerer 3 "Hey Gil, I have an idea. Do you think that pad by the door will open if this...thing touches it? Want to help me drag it over? ....Or should I just take a hand?" Gil couldn't believe he was even considering it, but after thinking it over, he had to conclude that he had no clue. Whatever, they needed the cash for Morgan. "Um, yeah, Tolan, if'n ya think that'll work. Yer the lock expert. Honest to Rillifane, I dunno how any of this works." He looked at the far door, feeling a complete and total lack of confidence. "I mean, if'n there were more brain-elves, they'd all have gone after us at once, right? So there ain't no more." It sounded reasonable. Nothing about this whole run had been reasonable though. "Mind ya, I'm not sayin' we ought not check the door first, fer all the damn lotta good it did last time." He skirted the fallen thing, not looking too closely at its hollowed-out and very leaky skull, and grabbed it by a clammy wrist. "Well, this is just dagnasty."

OOC Intending all possible skill checks to detect if there's anything behind the door before applying the elf to the door panel.

 

Actions Rolls: none Action Summary Bonus Action: Free Action: chatter Object Interaction: Action: drag the corpse Move: Reaction:

 

Stats Gillerithan Taverner character sheet Half-Elf | Sorcerer 3 | Outlander | Feats: none HP: 6/31 | HD: 0/3 d6 | Armor Class: 14 | Saves: Str +1; Dex +1; Con +6; Int +1; Wis +0; Cha +6 Senses: Passive Perception 10, Passive Investigation 11 Move: 30' | Conditions: none Languages: Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elvish, Orc Tool Proficiencies: viol Attack Bonuses: Melee +3 | Ranged +3 | Magic +6 Spell Save DC: 14 Ranged weapon: light crossbow - +3 to hit, 1d8+1 piercing, range 80/320 Melee: staff (quarterstaff/arcane focus) - +3 to hit, 1d6+1 bludgeoning, range 5 - versatile, 1d8+1 bludgeoning used two-handed Alternate melee: dagger - +3 to hit, 1d4+1 piercing, range 5 (thrown 20/60) Spells: Cantrips: 4 - Chill Touch, Fire Bolt, Mold Earth, Shocking Grasp Known Spells: 4 - Burning Hands (1), Shield (1), Sleep (1), Scorching Ray (2) Spell Slots: level - remaining/slots lv 1 - 1/4 slots lv 2 - 1/2 slots Sorcery Points: 0/3 Metamagic: Quickened Spell Twinned Spell Goodberries: 1

[BlackDragon0]

Storm Storm knew they chould not stick around. Storm saw and herd the others being fools. Planning to go on with Morgan dead and them injured. He decides they can stay and die if they want he's leaving. " It'syour funerals.", he said as he exited. " What next you gonna hack up Morgan too?" He decided he'd better not leave her near these two. Or she would be the next they canablize.

 

Search roll pls.
Perception & Investigation. Whichever works best here.
Insight on the sword and anything found.

ooc 2nd lv. tempest cleric. Dragonborn.(bronze)

 

St: 20. (+5) .............Ac: 16/18{with shield}
Dex: 8. (-1) ...............Hp: 18
Con: 14. (+2) ............M: 30ft.
Int: 12. (+1) ..............PP: 12.
Wis: 15. (+2) ............ST: wis+2, char+1
Char: 12. (+1) ..........SS: 12

[secretID]

The remaining explorers, split on the question of how – or whether – to proceed with their mission, split physically as well, Storm leaving the wreck while Tolan and Gil approach the last door. Gil’s search of the door area reveals nothing additionally interesting, though he wisely avoids focusing on the pain-inducing panel. The fallen elf-thing proves light enough to drag, so the two adventures find no need to engage in any butchering. They work together to prop the corpse up against the wall and twist one of the hands to touch the panel…to no effect.

 

name	ac	hp	PP	hands	status	notes
Morgan	16+2	0/30	15	shill&shield	dead	Acid res., Fav. foe 2/2, 1L 0/3, GB 0, HD 2/2, hd 1/1
Gil	14	4/31	10	staff&lantern	normal	Fey res., Sorc point 1/3, 1L 1/4, 2L 0/2, GB 1, HD 2/3
Storm	16	18/18	12	greatsword	normal	Ltng res., Breath 1/1, Chan div 0/1, Wrath 1/2, 1L 1/3, GB 4, HD 0/2
Tolan	14	17/21	10	xbow & dagger	Exhaust 1	Fright ADV, Lucky, GB 3, HD 3/3

 

When possible:
Morgan
Gil - Bern - Tolan
Storm

Single file:
Morgan
Storm
Bern
Tolan
Gil

[Cheshire]

Tolan ignored Strom's comment as the two dragged the body to the panel. "Don't want to touch those buttons with our bare hands. I guess this only works with one of those brain things in your head. Think we can get Storm to let it in? Maybe then he can stop making those dumb jokes. Not much of a team guy is he?" The halfling looked at the panel. "I wonder if I can get this panel off." Pulling a dagger out, he tried to wedge the blade behind the panel to pry it off.

The rogue grunted as he tried to pry off the panel. "This doesn't work, I have some pitons we can try to break the door in, see if hammering them in will do anything."

 

Stat Block Tolan | CLASS=Rogue | Level 3 HP: 17/21| AC: 14 | Speed: 25ft Stats: Str (8), Dex (17), Con (11), Int (12), Wis (10), Cha (18) Passive Perseption: 10 Languages: Common, Halfling, Tieves' Cant Currently wielding: Weapons: Dagger, Handcrossbow

[Corwin]

Gillerithan Taverner - Sorcerer 3 "Two seconds, Storm, that really too much?" He breathed a sigh of relief as the panel didn't react to the dead elf's hand at all, then backed up a step as Tolan kept messing with it. "Um, fer real, Tolan, I just kinda wanted ta be good with tellin' the Jarl honest that we tried, not so much open the thing actual-like. Wreck's a deathtrap, we oughtta scarper an' get Morgan back 'fore somethin' else tries to kill us all." Which reminded him that he wasn't far from keeling over himself. He ate his last berry and backed up a little more, stuck between leaving Tolan to mess with the door and following Storm who was like as not going to get eaten by a braincrab.

OOC Still watching for braincrabs.

 

Actions Rolls: none Action Summary Bonus Action: Free Action: chatter Object Interaction: Action: eat a Goodberry for 4 HP, look for danger Move: toward the exit Reaction:

 

Stats Gillerithan Taverner character sheet Half-Elf | Sorcerer 3 | Outlander | Feats: none HP: 10/31 | HD: 0/3 d6 | Armor Class: 14 | Saves: Str +1; Dex +1; Con +6; Int +1; Wis +0; Cha +6 Senses: Passive Perception 10, Passive Investigation 11 Move: 30' | Conditions: none Languages: Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elvish, Orc Tool Proficiencies: viol Attack Bonuses: Melee +3 | Ranged +3 | Magic +6 Spell Save DC: 14 Ranged weapon: light crossbow - +3 to hit, 1d8+1 piercing, range 80/320 Melee: staff (quarterstaff/arcane focus) - +3 to hit, 1d6+1 bludgeoning, range 5 - versatile, 1d8+1 bludgeoning used two-handed Alternate melee: dagger - +3 to hit, 1d4+1 piercing, range 5 (thrown 20/60) Spells: Cantrips: 4 - Chill Touch, Fire Bolt, Mold Earth, Shocking Grasp Known Spells: 4 - Burning Hands (1), Shield (1), Sleep (1), Scorching Ray (2) Spell Slots: level - remaining/slots lv 1 - 1/4 slots lv 2 - 1/2 slots Sorcery Points: 0/3 Metamagic: Quickened Spell Twinned Spell Goodberries: 0

[BlackDragon0]

Storm Storm Exited the ship entirely ( always watching for creatures.< Perception > ) . And heading up the beach towards the camp they had made and the tied up fish man thing. With dead Morgan in tow.

 

ooc 2nd lv. tempest cleric. Dragonborn.(bronze)

 

St: 20. (+5) .............Ac: 16/18{with shield}
Dex: 8. (-1) ...............Hp: 18
Con: 14. (+2) ............M: 30ft.
Int: 12. (+1) ..............PP: 12.
Wis: 15. (+2) ............ST: wis+2, char+1
Char: 12. (+1) ..........SS: 12

[secretID]

With neither regard for Gil's caution nor much success with his dagger, Tolan brings his crowbar and hammer to bear. In less than a minute of banging and grunting, he has separated two corners of the plate from the wall. Behind teh plate is nothing but the flat wall. The good news is that the abuse of the plate does not appear to have triggered any nasty effects.

OOC Just so we're clear: this door appears very much like the last one, so likely similarly vulnerable to brute force. BD0, the camp by the prisoner is about a 10-minute walk, so Storm may be on pause for a bit.

 

name	ac	hp	PP	hands	status	notes
Morgan	16+2	0/30	15	shill&shield	dead	Acid res., Fav. foe 2/2, 1L 0/3, GB 0, HD 2/2, hd 1/1
Gil	14	4/31	10	staff&lantern	normal	Fey res., Sorc point 1/3, 1L 1/4, 2L 0/2, GB 1, HD 2/3
Storm	16	18/18	12	greatsword	normal	Ltng res., Breath 1/1, Chan div 0/1, Wrath 1/2, 1L 1/3, GB 4, HD 0/2
Tolan	14	17/21	10	xbow & dagger	Exhaust 1	Fright ADV, Lucky, GB 3, HD 3/3

 

When possible:
Morgan
Gil - Bern - Tolan
Storm

Single file:
Morgan
Storm
Bern
Tolan
Gil

[Cheshire]

Tolan had a slight moment of victory as the panel came off the wall. It was followed quickly by a sigh of defeat. "Right, have it your way." He placed the crowbar at the center of the door and began pounding on it with the hammer. Without turning his head he called out to Gil. "Leave if you want, I don't blame you, but I feel like her death is in vain if I don't find out what is behind this door. To see what that....thing...was hiding."

 

Stat Block Tolan | CLASS=Rogue | Level 3 HP: 17/21| AC: 14 | Speed: 25ft Stats: Str (8), Dex (17), Con (11), Int (12), Wis (10), Cha (18) Passive Perseption: 10 Languages: Common, Halfling, Tieves' Cant Currently wielding: Weapons: Dagger, Handcrossbow

[Corwin]

Gillerithan Taverner - Sorcerer 3 The panel didn't seem to give up any secrets as Tolan pried it off the wall. "Well, shoot. I ain't leavin' til we've seen enough ta get paid. Dunno if Storm caught on ta what I was sayin'r not but we're gonna need that cash ta do somethin' for Morgan. Magic like that ain't free, ain't cheap neither. Won't do no good to get back an' not get paid." Gil scratched his head and stared at the door. "Ya think we c'n pry it open enough fer a peek? Let me give ya a hand. We don't see nothin' worth seein', then fine, we go. If it turns out we got ta bust it down, I got a handaxe."

OOC Still watching for braincrabs, and offering Help to jimmy the door open a little with the crowbar.

 

Actions Rolls: none Action Summary Bonus Action: Free Action: chatter Object Interaction: Action: offer Help to Tolan trying to open the door Move: toward the exit Reaction:

 

Stats Gillerithan Taverner character sheet Half-Elf | Sorcerer 3 | Outlander | Feats: none HP: 10/31 | HD: 0/3 d6 | Armor Class: 14 | Saves: Str +1; Dex +1; Con +6; Int +1; Wis +0; Cha +6 Senses: Passive Perception 10, Passive Investigation 11 Move: 30' | Conditions: none Languages: Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elvish, Orc Tool Proficiencies: viol Attack Bonuses: Melee +3 | Ranged +3 | Magic +6 Spell Save DC: 14 Ranged weapon: light crossbow - +3 to hit, 1d8+1 piercing, range 80/320 Melee: staff (quarterstaff/arcane focus) - +3 to hit, 1d6+1 bludgeoning, range 5 - versatile, 1d8+1 bludgeoning used two-handed Alternate melee: dagger - +3 to hit, 1d4+1 piercing, range 5 (thrown 20/60) Spells: Cantrips: 4 - Chill Touch, Fire Bolt, Mold Earth, Shocking Grasp Known Spells: 4 - Burning Hands (1), Shield (1), Sleep (1), Scorching Ray (2) Spell Slots: level - remaining/slots lv 1 - 1/4 slots lv 2 - 1/2 slots Sorcery Points: 0/3 Metamagic: Quickened Spell Twinned Spell Goodberries: 0

[secretID]

Gil surprises himself by suddenly jerking the doors apart with the crowbar – the two sections move in opposite directions to slide into the wall, as if some spring mechanism has activated. The light from the sorcerer’s lantern on the floor partially illuminates the chamber beyond so that Tolan can see within too. Past the doors is a c.40' diameterhuge circular chamber dominated by what appears to be another basin, but this one c.25' diameterquite large, and levitating a few inches off the ground. The sight of the alien architecture of the room, formed from some unnatural mixture of molten rock and metal, makes both explorers’ skin crawl. The whole chamber gives off an aberrant malignancy.

OOC This chamber appears intact from the current vantage. No other exits are visible.

 

name	ac	hp	PP	hands	status	notes
Morgan	16+2	0/30	15	shill&shield	dead	Acid res., Fav. foe 2/2, 1L 0/3, GB 0, HD 2/2, hd 1/1
Gil	14	4/31	10	staff&lantern	normal	Fey res., Sorc point 1/3, 1L 1/4, 2L 0/2, GB 1, HD 2/3
Storm	16	18/18	12	greatsword	normal	Ltng res., Breath 1/1, Chan div 0/1, Wrath 1/2, 1L 1/3, GB 4, HD 0/2
Tolan	14	17/21	10	xbow & dagger	Exhaust 1	Fright ADV, Lucky, GB 3, HD 3/3

 

When possible:
Morgan
Gil - Bern - Tolan
Storm

Single file:
Morgan
Storm
Bern
Tolan
Gil

[Corwin]

Gillerithan Taverner - Sorcerer 3 Gil froze as the door slid away, chills running up and down his spine. A tiny corner of his mind absently wondered about the size of the chamber, how far they were into the wreck compared to how big it looked from the outside, how there wasn't any damage here, and how anybody had gotten a tub that size through the door. The majority of his thoughts were much more focused on the two most reasonable courses of action, which were back away slowly and run away quickly. There was a sense of something he instinctively rated as unnatural, malevolent, and all-around really really bad. Nothing moved that he could see, but he hadn't seen anything in the last room either until it was too late. There were certainly places to hide, like behind the basin, or in it. He checked along the walls for compartments and niches, then slowly crouched down, trying to look under the floating basin for any sign of anything on the other side, musing that maybe the levitation would have been some kind of hint as to how the wreck flew if only he had any idea how to to make a basin fly. He stood up and whispered to Tolan, quietly handing him the crowbar as he did. "Awright, we seen it. I hate it. Betcha a lotta maggots fit in that tub, or one big one. Howsabout we leave?" He backed away a bit. Leaving or not, a little extra distance couldn't hurt if something popped up.

OOC Gil's first priority is Perception +0 looking for anything alive and hiding places, second is Arcana +1 in case he can get any kind of sense of what the feeling in the round chamber means.

 

Actions Rolls: none Action Summary Bonus Action: Free Action: chatter Object Interaction: Action: skill checks Move: drop Prone to look under the basin, stand, move away 15 feet Reaction:

 

Stats Gillerithan Taverner character sheet Half-Elf | Sorcerer 3 | Outlander | Feats: none HP: 10/31 | HD: 0/3 d6 | Armor Class: 14 | Saves: Str +1; Dex +1; Con +6; Int +1; Wis +0; Cha +6 Senses: Passive Perception 10, Passive Investigation 11 Move: 30' | Conditions: none Languages: Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elvish, Orc Tool Proficiencies: viol Attack Bonuses: Melee +3 | Ranged +3 | Magic +6 Spell Save DC: 14 Ranged weapon: light crossbow - +3 to hit, 1d8+1 piercing, range 80/320 Melee: staff (quarterstaff/arcane focus) - +3 to hit, 1d6+1 bludgeoning, range 5 - versatile, 1d8+1 bludgeoning used two-handed Alternate melee: dagger - +3 to hit, 1d4+1 piercing, range 5 (thrown 20/60) Spells: Cantrips: 4 - Chill Touch, Fire Bolt, Mold Earth, Shocking Grasp Known Spells: 4 - Burning Hands (1), Shield (1), Sleep (1), Scorching Ray (2) Spell Slots: level - remaining/slots lv 1 - 1/4 slots lv 2 - 0/2 slots Sorcery Points: 1/3 Metamagic: Quickened Spell Twinned Spell Goodberries: 0

[Mindsiege]

Morgan Morgan's penultimate thought was on Umberlee. While the primordial woman hadn't found her way into Westhaven for the sake of her faith and accepting the Order of the Gauntlet's quest hadn't happened for any pious reasons, the daughter of the waves would always feel herself beholden to the greatest being in the ocean, and not even her connection to Silvanus would dull how fervent a follower Morgan was at the end of the day. Her tribe of primordial undines had always raised a single speaker to perpetuate the tribe's wisdom to the younger generations, to remind them that without the Wavemother's favor, even the warm coastal waters of their home would have to fear the dwellers of the deep sea. That all of them were to maintain the rites, traditions, and worship to Umberlee as it allowed them to prosper in their simple way of life. Morgan had never been a very traditional girl. In fact, since birth she had always struggled to connect with her brethren, even though she would have wanted to do so badly. In her youth, the genasi girl had turned her feelings of isolation into developing an untypically inquisitive spirit compared to the other children. And although she had always struggled to express the things she experienced and learned on the little explorations that she started to venture on, it helped her grow in different ways that soon got noticed by the previous speaker. As much as Morgan stood out as the odd one in their small tribe, she had the sort of dedication, interest, and care that was needed to absorb all knowledge that one chose to teach her. Later in life Morgan learned how small her world had been at the time and how the lore of her tribe covered so very little of what there was in existence, even within the ocean alone. But not at that time. In her youth, the teachings of the speaker had been so precious to her. Although the young undine had always felt that her brethren were commonly afflicted with narrow-mindedness, when the previous speaker had sat her down and taught her the wisdom of bowing to the Wavemother, Morgan had easily understood. Learning the ceremonies and rites gave her a way to fit in with the others, and taking on the role of a healer for her people got her desire to care for others noticed very easily, even if she struggled to express herself in more interpersonal interactions. Morgan trained to become the next speaker, and she did so gladly. To protect her tribe from all harm and to help them earn the fickle mercy of Umberlee, Morgan took her role very seriously. She took those prayers to the Wavemother just as seriously as everything else that she did with her life. Umberlee valued being worshipped unconditionally, but as the queen and the strongest being in the ocean, she also valued raw strength. So even as Morgan strove to become a teacher and healer for her tribe, she also strove to grow strong. In their tribe, only the warriors got to wear the rare armor that the oreshaper forged in his submarine, ever-glowing chamber that rested deep beneath their bay, but Morgan trained incessantly to earn the warriors' respect so that she was able to wear one of their armors as she more frequently began to scale the cliffs and travel deeper into the forest. That had been the time during which Morgan had grown most comfortable with who she was and who she wanted to be for her tribe. But now, all of that was no more. Their coastal bay, Morgan's home, the smokers, the reefs, the wrecks further out, or even a large stretch of the surrounding forest. The follower of Umberlee had always known that there was always someone bigger, that her tribe had to be careful, and that they weren't even close to the top of the ocean's food chain. But their tribe had been safe for a long time. Until the warmth of their waters and the seafloor itself turned against them and the bay simply exploded in all but the matter of a single day. Morgan had grieved, not understanding how it could have happened in her absence, or why she was the only one who had survived. Umberlee obviously hadn't had a hand in it. She was the goddess of storms, not the goddess of fire, smoke, steam, or molten rock. And so Morgan had found her way into the West Marches and Westhaven in particular. She couldn't accept that her tribe had been simply wiped out, and all the care that she was left to pay as tribute to her people was to keep them in her memory. It had been hard. Morgan didn't know if she could live like this, but she knew that the Wavemother still knew of her, and that her prayers still reached. She had been raised to be both wise and strong as her tribe's speaker, and she was still serious in everything that she did. Morgan decided what would be her life's purpose. It wasn't to aid the people of Fishbark, but it still led her that way. There was no way that she would turn around before she had uncovered all that she could learn about that very strange, organically grown wreck on the shores of their island. Like that, Morgan had arrived at its breached entryway together with her pack. She still struggled to understand these three male adventurers that completed their pack and she didn't know how to make herself understood, but she knew that she would look out for them and that in their own ways, they promised to have her back in return. Morgan knew where she wanted to go, and in the spirit of exploration and duty, so she did. The undine priestess had always known that there was always a bigger fish. Yet as she fervently strived to prove herself to the Queen of the Deep Sea, Morgan had never imagined that her nemesis would be so small, so slender, and lithe. Never before had the primordial woman witnessed anybody use their blade like that. Was it because she had been irritated by her pack? That she had grown complacent? Had she simply been careless? Or was this simply the difference in their levels of skill? Morgan's staff of the speaker and the magical roil surrounding it descended on her foe, but it never struck. Instead, the enemy's blade sliced through the pious woman's armor and abdomen like butter, and after a split-second of awe and surprise, Morgan found herself being the one that was felled. There wasn't really enough time to comprehend how it had happened as the genasi already crumpled in on herself. Her sight faded to black and even her thoughts of earning Umberlee's favor grew faint. As the spark of Morgan's life was extinguished, only two brief thoughts remained. I failed... Now I can be with the others... to be just like them...

 

Actions Movement: - Action: - Bonus Action: - Reaction: - Notes: - Rolls: Lady Luck

Stat Block Morgan | Ranger / Cleric (Life Domain) | Level 3 | Inspiration [x] HP: 0/30| HD: 2/2d10 1/1d8 | AC: 18/16 | Prof Bonus: +2 | PP: 15 | INI: +2 | Speed: 30 ft Attributes & Saves: Str 14 (+2), Dex 14 (+2), Con 17 (+3), Int 10 (+0), Wis 16 (+3), Cha 7 (-2) Skill proficiencies: Athletics (+6), Insight (+5), Medicine (+5), Perception (+5), Survival (+5) Other proficiencies: Common, Primordial, Sylvan, Gnomish, DruidicLanguages | All armor, shieldsArmor Proficiencies | Simple weapons, martial weaponsWeapon Proficiencies | Chimes (instrument)Tool Proficiencies Racial abilities: Acid Resistance | Swim speed: 30 ft | You can breathe air and waterAmphibious | You know the Shape Water cantrip. When you reach 3rd level, you can cast the Create or Destroy Water spell as a 2nd-level spell once with this trait, and you regain the ability to cast it this way when you finish a long rest. Constitution is your spellcasting ability for these spells.Call to the Wave 1/1 Class abilities: Whenever you use a spell of 1st level or higher to restore hit points to a creature, the creature regains additional hit points equal to 2 + the spell's level.Disciple of Life | This 1st-level feature replaces the Favored Enemy feature and works with the Foe Slayer feature. You gain no benefit from the replaced feature and don't qualify for anything in the game that requires it. When you hit a creature with an attack roll, you can call on your mystical bond with nature to mark the target as your favored enemy for 1 minute or until you lose your concentration (as if you were concentrating on a spell). The first time on each of your turns that you hit the favored enemy and deal damage to it, including when you mark it, you increase that damage by 1d4. You can use this feature to mark a favored enemy a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest. This feature's extra damage increases when you reach certain levels in this class: to 1d6 at 6th level and to 1d8 at 14th level.Favored Foe 2/2 | You learn two cantrips of your choice from the Druid spell list. They count as ranger spells for you, and Wisdom is your spellcasting ability for them. Whenever you gain a level in this class, you can replace one of these cantrips with another cantrip from the Druid spell list.Fighting Style (Druidic Warrior) Feats & Background: Recall all maps and geography, find fresh water and food for 5 other people per dayOutlander Equipment: Coral amulet (holy symbol) | Shillelagh: Attack bonus (+5), magical bludgeoning damage (1d8+3)Seashell staff (druidic focus) | Attack bonus (+4), bludgeoning damage (1d8+2), Versatile (d10)Warhammer | Javelin: Attack bonus (+4), piercing damage (1d6+2), Thrown (30/120)Harpoon | Nacre shield | Instrument of Illusions: While you are playing this musical instrument, you can create harmless, illusory visual effects within a 5-foot-radius sphere centered on the instrument. If you are a bard, the radius increases to 15 feet. Sample visual effects include luminous musical notes, a spectral dancer, butterflies, and gently falling snow. The magical effects have neither substance nor sound, and they are obviously illusory. The effects end when you stop playing.Holographic chime | Healing kit (10) | Goodberry (currently all at the Journey5*) Spell stats: Spell DC (13) | Spell Attackbonus (+5) Spell slots: Level 1: 0/3 Spells: Guidance Light Sacred Flame Shape Water Shillelagh Thorn Whip Cantrips | Absorb Elements Bless Cure Wounds Detect Magic Goodberry Healing Word Purify Food and Drink Sanctuary Level 1

[Cheshire]

Tolan looked into the open doorway. He didn't blame Gil from backing away a little bit. Any other time he would have turned around without a second thought. He knew if they were attacked again, both of them would certainly be killed. A strange calm came over the halfling. "For Morgan. We need to bring he back. Her work is not done yet." Without taking his eyes off of the open door Tolan spoke softly to Gil. "Hey Gil, do me a favor. You hold on to this for me." The rogue pulled out a bag of coins from under his coat. "Put this toward bringing her back if I don't make it. Head toward the entrance just in case."

With that he moved into the chamber, making sure to look above him. Trying to be as stealthy as he could. The quick moving rogue made his way around to room, circling the large basin to see what he could see.

 

Stat Block Tolan | CLASS=Rogue | Level 3 HP: 17/21| AC: 14 | Speed: 25ft Stats: Str (8), Dex (17), Con (11), Int (12), Wis (10), Cha (18) Passive Perseption: 10 Languages: Common, Halfling, Tieves' Cant Currently wielding: Weapons: Dagger, Handcrossbow

[secretID]

As Tolan announces his daring – or fatalistic – intentions, Gil is still searching the room, from a safe distance, for possible ambushers. He finds none, but…something is wrong in there. The longer he looks, the more disturbing becomes the look of the room. His eyes scan the walls and the ceiling, the light from his lantern passing over the hieroglyphics and other carvings that adorn them. They seem to fold and writhe over one another, as if it is the walls that are moving, not just the lantern’s shadows. For a moment, Gil thinks there is something living on them, then that the walls themselves live. He hears his heart pounding, and still, in the background, the arrhythmic slapping echoing down the chamber from the beached tadpole yards away… Gil tears his eyes away and reflexively throws an arm out to pause Tolan. The sorcerer can’t say that any specific danger lies within, and he does not even believe that magic is at work, beyond the levitation of the basin. But he knows that anyone entering, or even looking within for more than several seconds, would put their sanity at risk.

OOC Pausing Tolan, but feel free to reinstate his actions. There's no mechanical effect on the PCs - yet. Gil can't say exactly what might happen, or how severe any issue will be.

 

name	ac	hp	PP	hands	status	notes
Morgan	16+2	0/30	15	shill&shield	dead	Acid res., Fav. foe 2/2, 1L 0/3, GB 0, HD 2/2, hd 1/1
Gil	14	4/31	10	staff&lantern	normal	Fey res., Sorc point 1/3, 1L 1/4, 2L 0/2, GB 1, HD 2/3
Storm	16	18/18	12	greatsword	normal	Ltng res., Breath 1/1, Chan div 0/1, Wrath 1/2, 1L 1/3, GB 4, HD 0/2
Tolan	14	17/21	10	xbow & dagger	Exhaust 1	Fright ADV, Lucky, GB 3, HD 3/3

 

When possible:
Morgan
Gil - Bern - Tolan
Storm

Single file:
Morgan
Storm
Bern
Tolan
Gil

[Corwin]

Gillerithan Taverner - Sorcerer 3 "That's real generous, Tolan, but, uh..." There was something about the walls of the chamber, the way that they...wriggled, pulsing in a rhythm echoed by the movements of the maggot behind behind them. Gil's head throbbed in time with the wet smack of the tadpole against the floor. He started to lose track of where he was. "Uh-uh, hells no, no way!" He hid his eyes with one arm and blocked Tolan's path with the other. "Don't go in there, don't even look at it!" The down side of being a sorcerer was never knowing how anything you did worked, you could only go by instinct. Everything last thing here felt wrong, weird, alien, and genuinely evil. "Don't mean ta be grabby, Tolan, just that if'n we set foot in there, we ain't comin' back. Trust me on this. Whole room is alive, it's a, uh, big damn brain-eatin' somethin' kinda, um, thing. Wants into our heads. Literal-like." He scrambled farther back, averting his eyes from the door, scanning the corners for whatever had crawled out of the elf's skull. "We gotta go, like now. This is priest business, need gods or somethin' ta deal with it. Why's this place gotta be so wet, it's just beggin' fer a fire."

OOC Keeping up Perception, moving out at whatever pace doesn't run ahead of Tolan.

 

Actions Rolls: none Action Summary Bonus Action: Free Action: chatter Object Interaction: Action: skill checks Move: out! Reaction:

 

Stats Gillerithan Taverner character sheet Half-Elf | Sorcerer 3 | Outlander | Feats: none HP: 10/31 | HD: 0/3 d6 | Armor Class: 14 | Saves: Str +1; Dex +1; Con +6; Int +1; Wis +0; Cha +6 Senses: Passive Perception 10, Passive Investigation 11 Move: 30' | Conditions: none Languages: Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elvish, Orc Tool Proficiencies: viol Attack Bonuses: Melee +3 | Ranged +3 | Magic +6 Spell Save DC: 14 Ranged weapon: light crossbow - +3 to hit, 1d8+1 piercing, range 80/320 Melee: staff (quarterstaff/arcane focus) - +3 to hit, 1d6+1 bludgeoning, range 5 - versatile, 1d8+1 bludgeoning used two-handed Alternate melee: dagger - +3 to hit, 1d4+1 piercing, range 5 (thrown 20/60) Spells: Cantrips: 4 - Chill Touch, Fire Bolt, Mold Earth, Shocking Grasp Known Spells: 4 - Burning Hands (1), Shield (1), Sleep (1), Scorching Ray (2) Spell Slots: level - remaining/slots lv 1 - 1/4 slots lv 2 - 0/2 slots Sorcery Points: 1/3 Metamagic: Quickened Spell Twinned Spell Goodberries: 0