Can I just say that a halfling paladin tossing her friends across a pit is one of my favorite moments so far? @Nimran I'm not super familiar with 3rd ed. so I want to ask. Why are some of my saves so low? I don't have any stats under average.
Vaga, deep into death's oblivion, floating into the nether space, between life and death, wakes up abruptly. He feels the warm embrace of death.. no not death.. something else is clawing at him, ushering him back from the depths, into the light, far far away.. something stale, dry and stiff tucks around him and nourishes him back to life. He sucks the tit of life and as he does that, gains the momentum to plunge himself towards the light. As a drowning man suddenly getting the energy to swim towards the surface. He reaches consciousness just moments before the gnome Anduin ends his hug. 'Tis a weird, foul and loving embrace, all at the same time. Vaga wakes up, shaken, but not stirred. He tries to stand up again.. blood everywhere, and new scars littering his numerously before broken body. A few tattoo's got burnt away by lightning it seems. Ah well, you live. You learn. You break. You mend.
Vaga looks for enemies, mustering the meager energy he has to strike at the foes only to realize there are none left. He falls to his knees again. Broken. Mended. Broken again. He is but bones and blood, tusks and tasks, pistons and purpose. A man with a mission, but no longer capable to do anything but breath with heavy, blood-soaked breathes. He hisses and coughs and tries to catch his breath.
"let's.. go on. Push forward.. find... the sorceress.. "
Can I just say that a halfling paladin tossing her friends across a pit is one of my favorite moments so far? @Nimran I'm not super familiar with 3rd ed. so I want to ask. Why are some of my saves so low? I don't have any stats under average.
Well, in this case, it was because the roll was so low, mixed with the fact that wearing heavy armor raises the required number to pass the save. In previous cases, it was my fault. I didn’t take into account your Charisma mod like I should have, and I apologize.
And so Anduin heals the party, just as Harvey and Butter walk across the pit like it was solid ground. “Hello again!” Harvey cheerfully says to the party.
Druids in PnP are fun! They get a bunch of wacky stuff!
@Nimran You don't need to apologise. I'm not used to the extra complexity of this edition, so I never even considered things like equipment or terrain affecting rolls. I also didn't know about the CHA bonus myself until I hit level three. Oh, and am I safe in assuming Fiora wakes up with Anduin's heal? Do I need to worry about the uh, shape of my leg?
Vaga starts to feel as good as new again. Like a puppy dwarf, fresh from his mother's womb. Tis' an odd feeling to feel like a freshly squeezed out baby straight from death to life. Vigorous as ever.
*Fiora comes to with a start* "AHAHAHAHAHA, looks like I win our little bet, Cyrus is gonna be all grumbly again." *Fiora looks around, seeing the manticore corpses and injured companions* "WHAT DID I MISS!?"
*Fiora comes to with a start* "AHAHAHAHAHA, looks like I win our little bet, Cyrus is gonna be all grumbly again." *Fiora looks around, seeing the manticore corpses and injured companions* "WHAT DID I MISS!?"
Ignatius says to Fiora:
"You fell tumbling down into that hidden pit, And went unconscious when its bottom you hit. But the hand of the Divine brought you back, We'll explain this later, for now time we lack."
Then he asks the rest of the group:
"Know you of any concoctions that we can brew, Of the bodies of the monsters, we just now slew?"
Guston stands abruptly after he is healed, as though he had been burned. Once again, he saw his life flash before his eyes and it wasn’t pleasant. It consisted of the haunted, gaunt faces of dying children and mothers...
You know the reason we are down here is because we want to get the help of a mayor because we are going to be attacked by orcs... Instead WE are helping the mayor.
*sigh*
It's a bit like all the gods. You worship them for help and then they pick and choose. Then comes a battle with another god and it's like, "go die for me!"
After Emeril and Kaled cross the pit, the party, now a few people larger, continues on. A few moments later, Harvey speaks up and asks “So, where are we going?”
"We're going the right way. Get it, we''re going right.. but also the right way.. ?" Vaga's attempt at a joke is stale and awkward. He delivers the joke with the eloquence and aim as a blind man shooting an arrow at a target 500 leagues away.
"ahem.. the gnome there " Vaga points at Anduin, the weird feeling of that hug still clinging softly to him "..is marking the way we came. So we keep to the right and whenever we hit a dead end, we trail back and take left, then right 'til the next dead end etc. Sooner or later we will find the right way.. the correct way."
Vaga turns around from Harvey, eyes towards target and continues walking, still actively searching. The pit and the illusionary ground has put him on the edge, looking for more traps and tricks.
"As many opinions, so many ways, Yet always same the destination stays. Our quarry be a sorceress vile, Masked in a manner that'll beguile.
In her possession is the soultaker dagger, In which she has entrapped the soul of the mayor. Thus in order to receive any of his aid, We must bring him back from the realms of the dead."
“Oh, I know all kinds of things,” Harvey says cheerfully. “It’s amazing what you can find out by asking around.” He points to the walls, floor, and ceiling, then says “Literally. Also, I don’t think there’s anyone else here but us. I mean, there was someone here, but they’re not here now. They were in the big room on the other side of the maze.” He points back to the way the party came.
Harvey shrugs and says “Not here. She’s gone now, if that was even her. Stones don’t have eyes, you know, so they can’t exactly see who is stepping on them. They just know they’re being stepped on.”
“Right...” says Guston. “Well, maybe you can help us cut through this little maze to its end. Perhaps we will find some clues as to her current whereabouts in the stereotypical evil lair on the other side... either that, or treasure.”
“Alrighty,” says Harvey as he immediately turns around. He and Butter lead the party through the maze, and they eventually end up in a large, well-lit chamber. Looking around, the party sees various tapestries lining the walls, each one depicting a different grisly death, mainly of humans, by a large, hulking monstrosity. It has four arms, two of which end with crab-like claws, and it is smiling as it tears its victims apart.
Also in the room are a bed and three large chests.
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Vaga looks for enemies, mustering the meager energy he has to strike at the foes only to realize there are none left. He falls to his knees again. Broken. Mended. Broken again. He is but bones and blood, tusks and tasks, pistons and purpose. A man with a mission, but no longer capable to do anything but breath with heavy, blood-soaked breathes. He hisses and coughs and tries to catch his breath.
"let's.. go on. Push forward.. find... the sorceress.. "
"Ok, with this settled. let's press on forward. "
"AHAHAHAHAHA, looks like I win our little bet, Cyrus is gonna be all grumbly again."
*Fiora looks around, seeing the manticore corpses and injured companions*
"WHAT DID I MISS!?"
"You fell tumbling down into that hidden pit,
And went unconscious when its bottom you hit.
But the hand of the Divine brought you back,
We'll explain this later, for now time we lack."
Then he asks the rest of the group:
"Know you of any concoctions that we can brew,
Of the bodies of the monsters, we just now slew?"
You know the reason we are down here is because we want to get the help of a mayor because we are going to be attacked by orcs... Instead WE are helping the mayor.
*sigh*
It's a bit like all the gods. You worship them for help and then they pick and choose. Then comes a battle with another god and it's like, "go die for me!"
*grumble grumble*
*Anduin continues marking the floor.*
"ahem.. the gnome there " Vaga points at Anduin, the weird feeling of that hug still clinging softly to him "..is marking the way we came. So we keep to the right and whenever we hit a dead end, we trail back and take left, then right 'til the next dead end etc. Sooner or later we will find the right way.. the correct way."
Vaga turns around from Harvey, eyes towards target and continues walking, still actively searching. The pit and the illusionary ground has put him on the edge, looking for more traps and tricks.
"As many opinions, so many ways,
Yet always same the destination stays.
Our quarry be a sorceress vile,
Masked in a manner that'll beguile.
In her possession is the soultaker dagger,
In which she has entrapped the soul of the mayor.
Thus in order to receive any of his aid,
We must bring him back from the realms of the dead."
"Which is the right way then? And how come you know the right way?"
Harvey, you know where the Lady of the house IS?
Also in the room are a bed and three large chests.
Guston finds no traps in his search. He does, however, find the three chests locked.
Guston sets to picking the locks and looking for treasure inside the chests.
"Can i help with anything Guston? Also what these stones tell you Harvey?"
Ignatius rechecks the chests once again, looking for any traps that might be overlooked by Guston.