1. The Cloakwood

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Nov 6, 2023 3:52 am
The Cloakwood bears little resemblance to the Wood of Sharp Teeth, though they aren't far from each other in the Western Heartlands. While the Wood of Sharp Teeth is a sprawling tangle of a forest, the Cloakwood is considerably smaller - though far more dangerous. Wild beasts, sly fey, and creatures of shadow are all said to lurk under the Cloakwood's thick canopy. And despite being on the coast just south of Baldur's Gate itself, it's rather ignored by inhabitants of the city, for very few expeditions or ventures to procure resources have been successful over the years. It's never been mapped, and those who have tried swear that the dark forest is capable of shifting its features and locations.

(History: There have even been rumors that the wood is home to shifting portals to other realms, though confirming these tales has proved difficult.)

Thus, the party pauses to consider the treeline before entering. Reaching the Iron Throne mine somewhere within may require as much wilderness know-how as skill with blade or spell. While they linger and discuss how to proceed, it becomes apparent that they aren't alone...
Nov 6, 2023 4:11 am
A figure stumbles from the Cloakwood - a young human man. His clothes look like they must have once been those of a farmhand, but are now dirtied with mud, twigs, and bits of dead leaves. There are scratches on his face and arms.

On seeing the party, he approaches with shaking hands held high. He doesn't look to bear any kind of weapon, but there's the empty sheath of a hunting knife on his belt. "...help... Help! Please... Chelak..."

He falls to his knees well short of the group and puts his face in his hands.
Nov 6, 2023 4:47 am
Dieter approaches first waving his hand to suggest that he should investigate first before others approach. "Are you hurt? What’s your name?" Dieter asks uneasy. What little he gathered at the inn suggests someone alone and unarmed in these would be highly unlikely.

Rolls

perception - (1D20+2)

(8) + 2 = 10

Nov 6, 2023 5:08 am
(Perception: The scratches on his arms and face look like they could either be defensive wounds, or perhaps ones he sustained from tree branches while fleeing through the forest. Maybe both. He's also favoring one of his ankles; it might be twisted.)

He looks up with terror and shock in his eyes. "T-tiber... I'm Tiber. I'm fine, but Chelak..." He glances backwards at the forest. "...my brother... had to leave him..."

The young man shivers suddenly, slapping at his neck and back. "Spiders. Spiders!"

It doesn't appear as though there are any spiders on him, but on further inspection there are thick strands of cobweb in his hair and stuck to his clothes.
Nov 6, 2023 5:42 am
Dieter’s neck hair stands on end. The memory of the sword spider stabbing his chest flashes through his memory. "Big spiders?" Dieter says calmly though he can taste the bile forming at the back of his throat, Dieter waves the party an all clear.
Nov 6, 2023 1:49 pm
"Seems to me like our favourite drow must be set up here..." Moving to the man Aiwë hums soothingly.

"What does Chelak look like? Tell us quickly then run home. We'll look for him."
Nov 6, 2023 4:28 pm
Ida is wary of the stranger but after Dieter gives the all-clear Ida approaches "We will do all we can for your brother." Placing a hand on the stranger her necklace glowing, golden eyes reflecting in the dim light. A moment of warmth is felt in the cold dark wood as light spills into the treeline. "May Lathander guide you in these troubled times"

Tiber gains guidance for making his way out of the wood and regains 11 hit points
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Rolls

Cure Wounds - 1st level - (1d8+3)

(8) + 3 = 11

Nov 6, 2023 4:41 pm
Tiber doesn't get up. "He looks like me... We're twins."

When Ida heals him with the Morninglord's power, he blinks a few times and seems to come to himself. "We found an old sword in the attic, a magic one. Probably from our father's adventuring days, and made to kill giant spiders. We thought we could be heroes and make a fortune..."

He sniffs and wipes his nose on a cloth. "Chelak carried the sword... It wasn't enough. We were fools, and now I fear he's dead."

The young man looks up at Ida. "Please, if he's dead can you at least retrieve his body? I don't care about the sword anymore, if you find it you can keep it."
Nov 6, 2023 4:46 pm
Nodding at Tibers request "You have my word we will do what we can to bring back your brother in whatever state he may be in. If you so choose you may join us to guide us where the foul beast came upon you and your brother." Ida reaches out to help him Stand.
OOC:
Ida is a dwelf shes only 4'7
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Nov 6, 2023 5:22 pm
Giant spiders...perhaps whoever had planted the spiders in Beregost was involved here. She still had the magical bag that magically suspended, then hatched the spider eggs.

"Attic where? Which town? And if he's dead, where should we return his body?" Stella asks.
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Nov 6, 2023 7:25 pm
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"If you so choose you may join us to guide us where the foul beast came upon you and your brother." Ida reaches out to help him Stand.
Tiber accepts the help. Although Ida's short, she's sturdier than she looks. He glances back at the Cloakwood. "I... I can't go back in there. I just can't."
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"Attic where? Which town? And if he's dead, where should we return his body?" Stella asks.
"Home," Tiber answers. "We... I... live with my mother on a farm just a little ways north of here, closer to the Gate." He wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "That's where I'd like you to bring him, if possible."

He tests his ankle and finds it completely healed by Ida's magic. "I don't know what I'm going to tell my mother..."
Nov 6, 2023 7:52 pm
I move forward inspecting the forest for anything following the fellow.
Where did you last see your brother? Which direction and how long ago?

Rolls

Investigation - forest followers? - (1d20+1)

(20) + 1 = 21

Nov 6, 2023 8:00 pm
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"Where did you last see your brother? Which direction and how long ago?"
Tiber glances back at the forbidding treeline. "We went perhaps a mile or two straight in... It's hard to say, in there. The spiders appeared out of nowhere, huge things. I got stuck on some webbing, but Chelak freed me. I started to run, but they grabbed him. I heard his screams... I heard them stop..."

He shudders and turns away. "You'll know you're getting close when you start to see thick webbing."

(Investigation: Runeson can see the trail Tiber left through the forest, places where he scrambled and twisted and fell, or left behind bits of cloth, blood, or torn webbing. He's confident he can follow the trail back to where the attack happened. He doesn't seem to have been followed.)
Nov 6, 2023 8:09 pm
"Perhaps let us approach with caution..." Stella says.
OOC:
When they start to see thick webbing, Stella casts Pass Without Trace and suggests a slow pace so they can have a stealthy approach. If no one opposes this plan, everyone who stays near Stella gets +10 to Stealth checks.
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Rolls

Stealth (if everyone agrees to a stealthy approach) - (1d20+12)

(7) + 12 = 19

Portent - (1d20)

(19) = 19

Nov 6, 2023 8:10 pm
Shelur follows Runeson's gaze into the forest. "Caution is good, but time is of the essence. Let's go, team."
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Nov 6, 2023 8:14 pm
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The spiders appeared out of nowhere, huge things. I got stuck on some webbing, but Chelak freed me. I started to run, but they grabbed him. I heard his screams... I heard them stop..."
Sounds about right… Dieter rolls his shoulders

"that sounds good to me Stella. here’s what I think; Aiwë you stick close to Stella in the middle I’ll lead in front with Sheemish. Runeson, you and Ida bring up the rear but be careful they’ll probably try and grab you first unless… well we can talk about that later" Dieter suggests "Koveras and Aldous, stick with Stella"
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Nov 6, 2023 8:22 pm
I point the team in the right direction and then take the flank of the group as Dieter directed.
Nov 6, 2023 8:25 pm
The group begins moving forward at a fast pace, watching for webbing while discussing the plan.
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As discussed in Discord: When they find the webbing, they'll stop (or slow and find a nice patch of webbing). Stella will cast Pass without Trace, then ask Noctalia to get stuck in the webbing as bait (and get ready to dismiss her when spiders appear). Runeson will throw rocks into the webbing to make it seem like there are more victims, and the rest of the party will lie in wait, getting ready to ambush the spiders.
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Nov 6, 2023 8:45 pm
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Rolls

Stealth when applicable - (1D20+19, 1D20+19)

1D20+19 : (11) + 19 = 30

1D20+19 : (1) + 19 = 20

Nov 6, 2023 9:00 pm
Once we reach the webs I carefully cache myself at a place where I can see but stay unseen while also throwing rocks into the webbing.

Rolls

Stealth - w/ pass without a trace - (1d20+10)

(6) + 10 = 16

Advantage - (1d20+10)

(4) + 10 = 14

Nov 6, 2023 11:19 pm
The Cloakwood lives up to its name, thick canopy above cutting out nearly all sunlight. It's like entering another plane of existence, one of gloaming shadows and twisted tree limbs. Still, even in the darkness its easy enough to follow Tiber's hasty trail back to the scene of the attack. Cobweb strands as thick as ship ropes further hamper the meager light.

The party's plan works well! Their antics immediately draw the attention of a half-dozen spiders as large as oxen. One group skitters forward to seize upon the 'victims' caught in the webs, with a second group closing in more slowly...
Nov 6, 2023 11:20 pm
Round 1 Player Phase!
OOC:
Dim light for those of you without darkvision. It just means disadvantage on Perception checks.

The spiders marked with green diamonds are the closest group, the ones marked with red diamonds are further away.

Go ahead and roll a DC 16 Stealth check (if you haven't yet) to see how well you can ambush these guys. The DC is fairly high, representing their tremorsense/blindsight/websense/etc, but also takes into account that they're focused on something else entirely. If you succeed on the check, take 2 turns. If you fail, just take 1 turn. If you get 2 turns, anything killed on your 1st turn doesn't get to act this round.
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Nov 7, 2023 2:06 am
I catch the spiders by surprise, smashing my warhammer into the nearest sword spider. After I hit it then miss I decide to try for easier prey. My second and third hits combined with my divine smite completely overwhelm the giant spider, crushing it into the ground.


15 damage to sword spider 1
28 damage to giant spider 1

HP : 52/52
AC : 20
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Rolls

Attack 1 - turn 1 - sword speider - (1d20+8)

(16) + 8 = 24

Attack 2 - turn 1 - swored spider - (1d20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Damage 1 - attack 1 - turn 1 - (1d8+4)

(2) + 4 = 6

Divine smite 1 - turn 1 - (2d8)

(63) = 9

Attack 1 - turn 2 - giant spider 1 - (1d20+8)

(18) + 8 = 26

Attack 2 - turn 2 - giant spider 1 - (1d20+8)

(16) + 8 = 24

Damage 1 - turn 2 - giant spider 1 - (1d8+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Damage 2 - turn 2 - giant spider 1 - (1d8+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Divine smite - turn 2 - (2d8)

(47) = 11

Nov 7, 2023 4:33 am
As Runeson charges the spiders in the front, Stella focuses on the ones in the back.

"Fangs of the Auroth," Stella chants in druidic as the spiders approach. Spikes sprout from the ground beneath the rear spiders like hundreds of tiny fangs made of tree roots. (Spike Growth, centered on Sword Spider 2.)

Next, Stella raises Edwin's staff, and shouts an arcane word then flicks it forward, flinging a bead of flame that hits the Sword Spider in the back and erupts into flame. She had seen how deadly these spiders could be. If there was a time to use a fireball, now would certainly be a worthy time. (Fireball. Sword Spider 2 takes 21 fire damage. Giant Spiders 3 and 4 each take 10.) If the spiders had been climbing above the spike growth on any webbing, they'd have a hard time doing that now.

She then runs as far as she can get from the spiders.

HP 32 / 32
AC 14
Back lines
Concentrating on Spike Growth
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Rolls

Fireball - (8d6)

(24412521) = 21

Raw DEX Saves (Sword Spider 2, Giant Spider 3, Giant Spider 4) - (1d20, 1d20, 1d20)

1d20 : (2) = 2

1d20 : (19) = 19

1d20 : (17) = 17

Nov 7, 2023 6:20 am
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"...careful they’ll probably try and grab you first unless… well we can talk about that later"
Ida quirks an eyebrow as Deiter derails his own train of thought. Deciding not to press the issue she quickly and quietly follows the party in the formation Deiter suggested.

Coming upon the thick strands of web Ida lays in wait as the boys throw stones to try and get the attention of the monsters lurking in the shadows. A small shiver runs down her spine as the monstrous arachnids descend the web looking for another easy meal.

Summoning her spiritual weapon to ensure she doesn't become ensnared in the web She directs the weapon to attack the spiders further from the party.

Ida deals 13 damage to sword spider 2 and 8 damage to spider 3 in red group

ac 18
hp 48/48
back with stella
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Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+1+10)

(6) + 11 = 17

Round 1 Attack 1 - Sword Spider 2 - (1d20+6)

(7) + 6 = 13

Round 1 Attack 2 - Sword Spider 2 - (1d20+6)

(20) + 6 = 26

Round 2 Attack 1 - Spider 3 - (1d20+6)

(4) + 6 = 10

Round 2 Attack 2 - Spider 3 - (1d20+6)

(8) + 6 = 14

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Damage - Sword Spider 2 - (1d8+8+3)

(2) + 11 = 13

Damage - Spider 3 - (1D8+3)

(5) + 3 = 8

Nov 7, 2023 6:23 am
Dieter can’t see too well but he immediately recognizes the outlines of the spiders bulbous rear and the flashing motion of their skittering legs. He wants to draw his bow and maintain distance but that would be shirking in his duty. Grimacing he raises from his hiding position with sword and shield in hand and follows Runeson in.

Dieter deals lethal damage to sword spider 1 turn 1 and giant spider 2 turn 2

Ac 21
Hp 50/50
Green group
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Rolls

Turn 1 sword spider, - (1D20+8)

(18) + 8 = 26

Distracting strike - (2D8+5)

(32) + 5 = 10

Turn 1 sword spider - (1D20+7)

(14) + 7 = 21

Disarming strike - (2D8+5, 1D20)

2D8+5 : (88) + 5 = 21

1D20 : (13) = 13

Turn 2 giant spider 2 A1 - (1D20+8)

(4) + 8 = 12

Turn 2 giant spider A2 - (1D20+8)

(18) + 8 = 26

Turn 2 giant spider A1 lucky - (1D20+8)

(1) + 8 = 9

Turn 2 Giant spider A2 damage - (1D8+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Precision strike (1D6) turn 2 A1 - (1D6, 1D8+5)

1D6 : (2) = 2

1D8+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

Nov 7, 2023 7:26 pm
When the fireball clears Aiwë moves in to the back ranks of the spiders with a war cry and whirling clubs.

Aiwë deals lethal damage to sword spider 2 on her second turn and 9 damage to giant spider 3.
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Rolls

Stealth with advantage - (1d20+13, 1d20+13)

1d20+13 : (4) + 13 = 17

1d20+13 : (5) + 13 = 18

Turn 1 vs Sword Spider 2 - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (11) + 7 = 18

1d20+7 : (3) + 7 = 10

Bonus action vs SS2 - (1d20+7)

(14) + 7 = 21

Turn 2 v SS2 - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (6) + 7 = 13

1d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

Bonus action 2 vs SS2 - (1d20+7)

(20) + 7 = 27

Turn 1 damage - (2d6+4)

(61) + 4 = 11

Turn 2 damage - (2d6+10)

(33) + 10 = 16

Nov 7, 2023 10:11 pm
Round 1 (and kinda 2) Summary

Despite a slight hitch, the plan goes well! Sure, the Silvershield lordling nearly becomes a spider snack, but he manages to escape the party's trap at the last second (leaving his prosthetic leg hanging in the webs).

It would seem Aldous makes good spider bait, because the spiders are totally unaware of their impending doom. The first sword spider goes down before it knows what's hit it (various weaponry), and the other two spiders with it are squished shortly after.

Meanwhile, the second group of arachnids has met with serious trouble, namely Stella's powerful spells. With spikes below and fire all around, by the time they stumble close to the party, Aiwe and Koveras are ready for them. Squish, squish, splurght and suddenly the party is once again alone in the Cloakwood, with bits of burning webs drifting through the air, and the smell of spider guts... everywhere.
OOC:
End of combat. Flawless Victory!

Rolls

Koveras vs GS4 (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (11) + 8 = 19

1d20+8 : (3) + 8 = 11

Dmg to GS4 - (1d6+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Whoops Koveras stealth - (1d20+16)

(10) + 16 = 26

Aldous stealth - (1d20+9)

(1) + 9 = 10

Koveras vs GS4 (2nd turn, 2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (12) + 8 = 20

1d20+8 : (14) + 8 = 22

dmg to GS4 - (2d6+10)

(42) + 10 = 16

GS1 vs Runeson - (1d20+4)

(9) + 4 = 13

GS2 vs Dieter - (1d20+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

SS2 vs Aiwe (2 attacks, disadv) - (2d20+5, 2d20+5)

2d20+5 : (134) + 5 = 22

2d20+5 : (1319) + 5 = 37

SS2 vs Koveras (disadv) - (2d20+5)

(172) + 5 = 24

Nov 7, 2023 11:05 pm
Dieter hacks off a couple legs of a particularly fat spider then wipes the ichor off his sword with some foliage. He brings the legs over to Aiwë and mumbles something before turning away. He scans the woods suddenly very preoccupied with whatever might be out there
Nov 7, 2023 11:05 pm
Dieter hacks off a couple legs of a particularly fat spider then wipes the ichor off his sword with some foliage. He brings the legs over to Aiwë and mumbles something before turning away. He scans the woods suddenly very preoccupied with whatever might be out there
Nov 7, 2023 11:25 pm
Let’s hurry and find Tiber’s brother. I have a feeling that he may need our help!
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Nov 7, 2023 11:32 pm
Stella looks around, dumbfounded that it was already over. Their plan had worked exceptionally well! And not a scratch on anyone. She quietly squeals a bit, eye-stars a thrilled yellow. They were all definitely getting better at this.

While Dieter hacks off spider legs, Stella fetches Aldous' prosthetic one. She exhales deeply, dismissing her Spike Growth spell and calming herself and the adrenaline. As the root-like spikes retreat into the ground, she cuts the leg away from webbing with a dagger. She goes to hand it to Aldous, mind racing to come up with a leg-based pun, but nothing seemed to stick. Ah!

"I guess this is what happens when you stick around us," she grins at Aldous, shaking off a last bit of web. She hands the leg to him then holds his shoulder to steady him while he fits it back on.

"Agreed!" she says to Runeson, then points in the direction the spiders came from. "Let's keep an eye out for more spiders. And human-sized cocoons. Hunstman help us find him..." she adds in druidic. (Guidance)
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Rolls

Perception / Survival (Track where the spiders came from) - (1d20+4+1d4)

(13) + (3) + 4 = 20

Nov 7, 2023 11:38 pm
"Diets, I don't deserve you!" Aiwë cuts down the side of one of the legs then raises it over her head to suck the meat out. "Mm!" She prepares the second leg the same way and offers it around to the group.

"It really is good. Like crab! Besides, it's really cathartic to eat something that wanted to eat you."

While she talks she scans their surroundings, looking for man-sized cocoons.
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Nov 7, 2023 11:57 pm
Dieter hears the sucking sound behind him and can feel his knees giving way. Strength! Dieter thinks ordering himself to stand firm.

"Do you think they have rodents of unusual size here?" Dieter wasn’t above eating rat or any manner of rodent or amphibian.
Nov 8, 2023 5:03 pm
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"I guess this is what happens when you stick around us," Stella grins at Aldous, shaking off a last bit of web. She hands the leg to him then holds his shoulder to steady him while he fits it back on.
Aldous frowns at her as he reattaches the prosthetic. "A pun, really? That's what you're going with? I think you need to branch out!" He can't hold the frown and begins to chuckle.
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Aiwë cuts down the side of one of the legs then raises it over her head to suck the meat out. "Mm!" She prepares the second leg the same way and offers it around to the group.
Aldous accepts the limb. "It looks about as appetizing as anything lately..."

He sucks some of the meat out and forces it down his throat without chewing. "I... don't even know anymore."

He keeps hold of the spider leg. "In case the prosthetic comes off again," he winks.
Nov 8, 2023 5:07 pm
Koveras, also holding a spider leg, holds it up to sniff the squishy end. "I suppose Miss Melerelel's fire has already cooked it at least partially through..."

He slices at it the way that Aiwe demonstrated, and then digs out a sliver of meatstuff with the tip of his blade. Into his mouth it goes, and he chews it thoughtfully. He swallows. "That was disgusting. But maybe Dieter could make it taste better with his spices?" He waves the leg Dieter's way.
Nov 8, 2023 6:02 pm
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"Do you think they have rodents of unusual size here?" Dieter wasn’t above eating rat or any manner of rodent or amphibian.
"I certainly hope not...but most likely."
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"A pun, really? That's what you're going with? I think you need to branch out!" He can't hold the frown and begins to chuckle.
"No, stick, like sticky spiderwebs, not—" she facepalms and chuckles. "Nevermind, yes, I suppose I need to work on my puns...'" she grins sheepishly.

Stella gags and turns away as some of the others eats the mostly-raw spiderlegs.
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"In case the prosthetic comes off again," he winks.
She opens her mouth and lets out a laugh. "Snapple gobs...I simply knew there was a joke to be had there..." she mumbles.
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Nov 8, 2023 6:06 pm
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"That was disgusting. But maybe Dieter could make it taste better with his spices?"
Dieters head whips around as if a great and terrible secret has been uncovered. "It’s beyond saving, these spiders are unnatural, an abomination. I only entertain this as an exercise in self mastery" Dieter says a bit flushed, he wants to deny the existence of his secret blend of herbs and spices but he must not and will not lie.
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Nov 8, 2023 6:11 pm
"What baffles me," Stella adds, "Is that Aiwë knows a spell to flavor food literally any way she wants, yet she chooses to eat meat plain like that anyway."
Nov 8, 2023 6:30 pm
"She knows what she wants" Dieter says drawing attention away from the secret spices
Nov 8, 2023 7:05 pm
Aiwë beams as the newcomers try the spider.

"That I do, Diets! Why eat something the same every time when there are so many ways to prepare it? So many different notes to the flavours and textures? Why cheapen the experience with a mask over it?" She snaps the joint of the leg to make sure she isn't missing any meat. "I don't always eat things raw. I'd try this grilled next if we had the time." She sticks her tongue out at her cousin.

"What baffles me is why you never learned the spell, especially having to eat Uncle Zen's cooking on expeditions."
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Nov 8, 2023 7:37 pm
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"No, stick, like sticky spiderwebs, not—" Stella facepalms and chuckles.
Aldous puts the back of his hand to his forehead and feigns a heavy sigh. "Ah, as much as I'd like to continue this conversation, I'm afraid I'm stumped as to how." He holds out his leg stub for emphasis, and the prosthetic limb falls off again. "Get it? That was a triple pun! Kind of..."

He picks up the mechanical leg, inspecting it. "I thought Sheemish was an artificer? I don't mean to doubt the man, but I'm having an awful lot of trouble with this thing..."
Nov 8, 2023 7:50 pm
Stella, accustomed to leafy environs (and giant spiders, thanks to Halla), has little trouble discerning where the monstrous beasts came from - deeper into the web-filled forest.

They pass a number of large cocoons, but most of them look like deer or other animals. There are also nests infesting most of the trees, with eggs of various sizes. The group doesn't come across any other giant spiders, but there are thousands of the smaller varieties about, some creeping, and others just staring.

As the companions proceed, the thicker webs block more of the light... When they finally come across a big structure of bundled sticks and webs, its apparent the humans of the group won't be able to see anything inside without some kind of light source.

The... house? Nest? Cave? Whatever it is, it looks like the kind of place giant spiders would hang out. And who knows what else might make their home here with them...
Nov 8, 2023 8:11 pm
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"What baffles me is why you never learned the spell, especially having to eat Uncle Zen's cooking on expeditions."
"No amount of magic could save his cooking," Stella agreed. "One of the reasons I learned to actually cook instead."
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Aldous puts the back of his hand to his forehead and feigns a heavy sigh. "Ah, as much as I'd like to continue this conversation, I'm afraid I'm stumped as to how." He holds out his leg stub for emphasis, and the prosthetic limb falls off again. "Get it? That was a triple pun! Kind of..."
Stella grins and rolls her eyes exageratedly. "Excellent."
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He picks up the mechanical leg, inspecting it. "I thought Sheemish was an artificer? I don't mean to doubt the man, but I'm having an awful lot of trouble with this thing..."
"He only had a day to make it," Stella points out as they continue onward. "Maybe your tadpole keeps knocking it off? We can work on adding more straps and suspenders later...Anyone trained in leatherworking?" she asks idly.

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its apparent the humans of the group won't be able to see anything inside without some kind of light source.
Stella squints, trying to peer inside. She breaths out a druidic word and four dim, floating lights, like stars. (Dancing Lights.) Remembering how this spell winked out in Nashkel Mine when she was taken out, she ruffles through her pack and draws a couple torches, but can't find her tinderbox. She sighs and holds it up for Aiwë to magically light with prestidigitation. "Yeah, yeah..."

Most of the party used shields, so it made the most sense for the spellcasters to bear the torches. While she technically used a bow, she had been getting better at delivering her spells without it. She keeps one torch and hands the other to Aldous.
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Nov 8, 2023 8:59 pm
With a large grin, Aiwë makes a sound with her mouth like a flint striking stone and the torch ignites.
Nov 8, 2023 10:10 pm
The party enters the structure, their way lit by torches and magic. The passageway is lined with feathers, bones, spiders, and of course webs. It only goes about a dozen feet before opening up into a large chamber. Even the floor here is crisscrossed with webbing and bits of... everything.

But it's what's above that's more disconcerting.

The glittering eyes of eyes of too many arachnids, large and small, all over the 'ceiling'. And hanging suspended in the middle of the room is a person. It's most certainly not Chelak, but a corpulent, ogre-sized woman. Sparse hair hangs down from her scabbed head, and there seem to be spidery bristle-hairs all over her body. Her eyes are clouded over, a sharp contrast to those of the spiders about her, and her mouth opens sideways to reveal not teeth, but arachnid mouthparts. Still, she manages to speak in a hoarse whisper.

"Ihs dat you, ny dear?" She turns her lolling head towards the group, but her eyes seem sightless. "Ihs been hso long hsinhs your lahst vihsit..."

The spiders in the chamber remain motionless.
Nov 8, 2023 10:20 pm
He elbows Aiwë then points at the horror cave. He wishes at this moment he knew that spell Stella had used previously.
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Rolls

Mommy? - (1D20+2)

(10) + 2 = 12

Nov 8, 2023 10:34 pm
Red-glinting eyes wide, Aiwë nods at Dieter and then enters, soaking in every detail. Is she... a drider? On the surface? "So sorry, mistress," she answers in her best imitation of Viconia's accent, "we've never met before. I hope I'm not intruding. I'm Ginafae. What's your name?"
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Rolls

Performance - (1d20+6)

(7) + 6 = 13

Inspiration reroll - (1d20+6)

(18) + 6 = 24

Nov 8, 2023 10:37 pm
Dieter screams internally seeing Aiwë enter the den
Nov 9, 2023 12:34 am
The woman hangs at an angle, mostly wrapped up in webbing. She's about to answer Aiwe when she has a sudden coughing fit. Immediately a biggish spider scuttles across the ceiling, then down onto the woman, all the while dragging a small cocoon. When the cocoon comes within reach, the woman grabs it with a thick arm and bites into it, sucking out the juices of whatever poor thing is inside. The spider climbs back the way it came.

"Hsuuuupl..." she slurps, drowning her cough with the wet meal. Her eyelids flutter over her milky gaze, and she turns to Aiwe's voice. "Hzinafae? Why do you come to visit poor Hsenteol?" Her mouthparts clack, dripping juices.
Nov 9, 2023 12:42 am
"Actually, I didn't know you were here. I'm looking for someone I know, I think he might be in here somewhere. I'm glad to have met you though." There isn't an ounce of deception or performance in her tone. "Who were you expecting? I think I can be at least as good company as them for a visit."
Nov 9, 2023 2:42 am
"No one here bu Hsenteol and hspiderhs..." The creature's expression is difficult to read, marred as it is by chelicerae.

It takes another long suck from the cocoon. "I wai for ny hhhlove... dz... dzgaw. Dzgaw!" Her slurred speech seems to impede the name of her lover, much to her frustration. Centeol scratches at her scalp, drawing dark driblets of blood. "Nnnnnnn!!!"

Her meal falls to the ground with a splat. It looks to have been some small animal, like a rabbit. Two large spiders move quickly to replace it, bringing out a much larger bundle. From the shape, this one must have some sort of humanoid inside.
Nov 9, 2023 2:44 am
Watching with horror Dieter sees the larger cocoon being carried over, he doesn’t know what to do

Rolls

Chelak? - (1D20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Nov 9, 2023 2:49 am
At first Dieter can't tell at all who might be wrapped up in that cocoon, but then he notices the giant spider carrying it is injured; it's missing part of one of its many legs. What's more, there's a glint of something metal piercing through the cocoon's webbing. A weapon? A sword! As he squints, Dieter sees that the webs just don't seem to be able to adhere to the protruding sword blade... It's a strange sight.
Nov 9, 2023 3:11 am
"Oh no!" Aiwë croons. "Don't be upset. I'm sorry, I've never met someone like you before. Does your mouth hurt you? Or is it the way it's shaped for this language? I can heal a little, and orate even better. I'm a bard, you see. Maybe I can help you with your pronunciation? Imagine how surprised your lover will be when he comes to visit!"

Rolls

Persuasion? (Keep talking and Don't put anything in your mouth) - (1d20+6)

(14) + 6 = 20

Nov 9, 2023 3:12 am
Dieter recognizes the sword as the one mentioned by Tiber. He needs to act to save him but he can’t seem to take that initial step. He breaths deeply trying to squeeze the fear from his body but still nothing.
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Nov 9, 2023 3:33 am
Centeol pauses, clawed hands digging into her own flesh, and turns her head at an unnatural angle to stare sightlessly down at Aiwe. "Heahl...? You can... cannn'... can'k heahl ne. No ehven he. HE..."

She twists her bulk in the webs that hold her aloft, causing her to spin and sway. Several spiders reach out to the webs with chitinous limbs, evidently trying to orient her properly.

"A bard? You must wri'e ne a hsong. Our hsong. Dzgaw...nnn! and I." All that remain of Centeol's ears are nubs, but she emphatically cups a pudgy hand around one ear, beckoning eagerly with the other hand. "Our hlove ihs h'mmortal. Hsing it."
Nov 9, 2023 3:40 am
"Oh, I'd love to sing for you and Jon," Aiwë gushes, fishing out her lyre as quickly as she can. She starts singing before it's fully free.

"Sometimes when the night is deep true
Sometimes I can hear you singing to me."
She picks up on her lyre.
"But lately part of me just crumbles
Every time I hear that melody."


"Oo-oo-ooh Oo-ooh," She watches carefully as Stella-Spider creeps by, but her full emotion is in the music. "Our song."

"I feel it
Your true heart's devotion
It need not be spoken, no my dear
You'll be walking somewhere very far away
Where the sky is bright day
And I will hear..."


"Our song."

"And for a moment I can hold it!
And the colors all come back!
like the smell of spring on a shifting wind..

Our song."



Stella gets bardic inspiration.
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Rolls

Performance - what's that guy's name? - (1d20+6)

(14) + 6 = 20

Nov 9, 2023 4:02 pm
"Do you see Tiber?" Stella asks everyone quietly as Aiwë talks with the creature. Her mind was racing to conjure up a plan. She sees Dieter frozen and follows his gaze to the cocoon. Ah, there he was. "I'm going to distract the spiders, then go in to get the b—Tiber..." she tells the party, starting to tremble a bit.

She takes a deep breath, relaxes her eyes, and begins tapping out stars in a complex constellation in the air, visualizing one the enormous icy spiders she had seen on an expedition with Papa in the Icewind Dale—as big as the ones they had just fought. After a few moments the constellation expands and forms an Ice Spider Queen. (Conjure Animals)

"Wait for my signal, then go in to fight and draw away the other spiders while I get the cocoon," she whispers to the creature made of fey spirits.

Then, she starts tapping places on her own body, turning herself into constellation of stars. She falls onto all fours as her gear melds into her and her limbs each split into two. Her eyes, split into four, then again into eight, and her senses went wild. Spiders were among Mama's favorite forms, but this would be the first time she had taken one. It was...exhilarating! Like her first time shapeshifting all over again. She couldn't manage such a large spider, not yet, but she could take the form of a Giant Wolf Spider. (Wild Shape)

She tests her spindly legs crawls to the side of the cave entrance, then waves a leg towards the Ice Spider Queen to start, then tries to make her way to the cocoon once a commotion begins.
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Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+7)

(16) + 7 = 23

Nov 9, 2023 5:00 pm
Centeol sways in her webbing, enraptured by Aiwe's song. "Hnnnn..." She doesn't even seem to notice the ice spider intruder.

But her own spiders do.

It's a surprisingly quiet battle as spiders of all sizes scurry down their webs to attack Stella's conjuration. No battlecries, no screams of pain, just the scrape of chitin and a few audible hisses from the largest spiders. And so, Aiwe's song carries beautifully in the space.

In her own arachnid form, Stella makes good progress across wall and ceiling to where the humanoid cocoon has been left hanging...
Nov 9, 2023 5:00 pm
"Oh, she was saying Jon." Aldous smiles in realization as Aiwe's song nears its close. "What a coincidence! That's the name of the wizard who cured my disease. Jon Irenicus!"
Nov 9, 2023 5:00 pm
Quote:
"Jon Irenicus!"
Centeol's head snaps to fixate on Aldous. "You know him! You have hseen ny Dzgawn!" The spikey hairs on her body flare out. "Irenicuhs!"

She struggles against her webs, as though trying to twist through the air towards Aldous and the rest. "Ny hlove!"

Meanwhile the Stella's ice spider has succumbed to a particularly large sword spider. The magically conjured beast poofs into stardust. The remaining arachnids return to their positions on the ceiling, though a handful of them head to Centeol and secure her in more webs.

They don't seem to care that Stella's there, or that she's removing a certain cocoon. But Stella herself, this close to Centeol and in spider form, feels the magic of a spell begin to affect her mind:

SERVE, the magic compels.
OOC:
Stella must make a DC 21 Wisdom saving throw!
Nov 9, 2023 5:41 pm
Araklusta says:
"Oh, she was saying Jon." Aldous smiles in realization as Aiwe's song nears its close. "What a coincidence! That's the name of the wizard who cured my disease. Jon Irenicus!"
Dieter’s stony form slowly pivots towards Aldous. His exclamation sound like the loudest noise in the world. Dieters eyes pierce him as if he condemned all of dieters companions to a terrible spidery death…but the lady didn’t react with suprise at his outburst, could she see them? With this realization Dieter quickly looks behind him in a fluid motion as not to engage any predator prey reflexes. With the spiders all around his nerves are close to their breaking point, they could be behind him or above him even!

Why couldn’t Chelak been captured by butterflies… or trolls and gnolls.
Nov 9, 2023 6:37 pm
As Stella anxiously reaches the cocoon, she works her spider legs to get it free, then feels the compulsion.

Conscious thoughts started to fade and her legs slow. What was she doing with this again? She had a cocoon...Ah, of course, she was feeding her mistress...

She starts for just a moment to pull the cocoon towards Centeol, then she hears Aldous' voice and sees the barest glint of his torchlight on the sword in the cacoon. Aldous. The sword. Tiber. They were on a rescue mission. Her spider eyes spark briefly with orange starlight, angry at how she had almost been dominated and hadn't considered how Centeol controlled the spiders. They fade to icey blue, as she hurriedly scuttles around the ground, now once again dragging the cocoon towards the exit.
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Rolls

Wisdom Save - (1d20+7)

(8) + 7 = 15

Inspiration - (1d20+7)

(18) + 7 = 25

Nov 9, 2023 7:08 pm
"Such a small world," Aiwë gasps happily. "I'd love to write something more specific to Jon's accomplishments. Will you tell me about him, Centeol?" The slight emphasis on the spider-lady's name and a flash of her brown eyes says to Aldous, not you. All the while she continues with her lyre, playing a plucky yet elegant melody that one imagines could be played on spider strings.
Nov 9, 2023 7:41 pm
"Yehhss," the bloated lady breathes. "I wahs onhce a grea' hsorcerehhss, 'owerhful and beau'ful. I knew only Dzgawn wahs my match." She hisses through her chelicerae. "Bu' HE wahs maw... hmarried. To another! I 'roved my love... Proved it yehhss."

Spider-Stella has nearly made it back to the group with the cocoon.

"I go' her." Centeol pulls a clawed finger across her throat, a wheezing laugh coming from that horrible mouth. "Tanova! She died a' my hannd. And Dzgawn... JON!!! gave me thihs new hform." She lifts her hand, and the spiders all about begin to twitch. "He brough' me here, and hcommanded the hspiderhs to hcare for me. To hfeed me."

Stella makes it back to the group.

Her eyelids close over her blind eyes, and when they open, a number of other eyelids open on her face and head to reveal shiny black arachnid eyes. "And hnow I hunger."

As one, all the spiders in the chamber (except Stella) take one step towards the party.
Nov 9, 2023 8:09 pm
Stella's mind races as she races to get the cocoon out. Things sounded like they were going to escalate...How did the domination magic work? It sounded like Jon had commanded the spiders, not Centeol...was it an aspect of the location? Was it a recurring command? How often? Should she change back now?

In one of her eight eyes, She sees the large sword spider that slayed the Ice Queen Spider...Could she break the command by casting Dispel Magic?

She hadn't studied any form of enchantment...this was new ground to her. Experiments it was, then.
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Rolls

Arcana (How do the Jon spider magics work?) - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Nov 9, 2023 8:29 pm
[ +- ] Spider Bane
At the moment Stella finds it extremely difficult to focus. Whatever magic is at hand, it's beyond her knowledge. What she does know is the strength of it, and how it took so much of her willpower to resist it. Whoever enacted it must have been an immensely powerful spellcaster.
Nov 9, 2023 8:35 pm
Aiwë's playing doesn't slow or cease. "Centeol, there is plenty of food in here. Besides, didn't you hear? We are helping Jon run a very important experiment. If we die, all his hard work will be ruined. That is not a nice surprise to gift your love when he returns."

She gives Dieter a comforting smile.
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Rolls

How about no? (Persuasion) - (1d20+6)

(8) + 6 = 14

Advantage! - (1d20+6)

(17) + 6 = 23

Nov 9, 2023 8:54 pm
Centeol lowers her hand. "Helping Jon..."

She stares at Aiwe and the rest for a long time, apparently weighing the decision. Finally, the spiders lose their tension, and several of them bring her more cocoons to suck on.

"Go hnow. I hdon' wan' you here whenn Jon comes. When he comes..."
Nov 9, 2023 9:01 pm
"It was nice talking to you, Centeol. Goodbye." Aiwë tucks the lyre under her arm and takes Dieter's hand, leading him out of the lair.

When she and the party and their cocoon is safely away she bends down to help free Chelak, or what is left of him.

"Ah, I was really hoping she wouldn't be a problem," she sighs as she does, genuinely sad.
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Nov 9, 2023 9:09 pm
Not wanting to risk further domination, Stella turns back into stars and reverts to her regular, quarter-elven form. Her spider legs merge into arms and legs, her eight star-like eyes merging into four then two, and the segments of her body shrink and reshaping into a humanoid form.

Eye-stars blue and body trembling, Stella breathes quickly, ready to bolt away. She was used to spiders. And she was used to Giant Spiders. She was not used to so many on top of powerful magic threatening to dominate her mind.

She helps to cut away webbing from the face and check for a pulse.
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Nov 9, 2023 9:47 pm
Well done! I am glad to have such accomplished companions! Let’s get chelak out of here and back to his brother. And begin to help Stella remove the spiderwebs cocooning Chelak.
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Nov 9, 2023 11:25 pm
Working together, the group carefully works the body free from the web cocoon and sees that, as Tiber said, Chelak looks just like his brother. And despite all odds, the youth is alive! At least, he shows a slow heartbeat. It would seem the spiders wanted him fresh for Centeol to feed on, and so knocked the guy out with paralyzing poison. It's difficult to say when he'll be conscious and walking on his own.
Nov 9, 2023 11:29 pm
Dieter allows himself to be guided away from the monster cave. Once far enough away he looks down at Aiwë and gives her a small smile.
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Nov 9, 2023 11:59 pm
"He's alive!" Stella exclaims, relieved to feel a pulse. "We better hurry before grandma spider changes her mind..." She checks for wounds and points out the bite marks to Runeson. "Poison...paralyzing, I believe. I don't think I can help with that, but it should wear off...eventually?"
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Nov 9, 2023 11:59 pm
Once free from the cocoon I place my hand gently on Chelok’s head. Heal and rid yourself of the poison within!

I use 5 pts of lay on hands to heal him from the poison inflicting him.
Nov 10, 2023 12:07 am
Her eyes widen as Runeson cures the poison. "Ah, of course! Marvelous! She had seen Aiwë's mom, Allala, cure poisons with her paladin abilities, but had never seen Runeson do so. She now wondered if he could somehow cure the mineral poison, though she somehow doubted that.

Seeing he still has bad wounds, she works quickly to apply salves and bandage the wounds. (Healer. +7 HP, plus 1 per max number of Hit Dice)
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Rolls

Healer - (1d6+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Nov 10, 2023 1:15 am
With the poison magically neutralized by Hoar's power, Chelak wakes to find Stella binding his wounds. He's confused at first, but is very grateful when the party explains what's happened.

It takes some time, but the companions safely escort the young man back to his twin. They don't have anything to offer as thanks, but they acknowledge the family sword looks much better in Dieter's hands than in theirs. Resolved to never set foot in the Cloakwood again, Tiber and Chelak happily return to their farming life.

And so the companions find themselves once again just outside the Cloakwood, ready to continue their search for the hidden iron mine.
Nov 10, 2023 1:16 am
"Fear isnt failure," Aiwë murmurs to Dieter. "Without fear there is no bravery. No valour. But you don't have to push yourself so hard. You're one of us, and we've got you."
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Nov 10, 2023 1:21 am
While the group considers its next move, Aldous takes the opportunity to settle down on a nearby rock and fiddle with his prosthetic leg. "I'm not sure what the problem is... Maybe the little guy doesn't like it?"

The young noble sighs. "I keep thinking about that spider... thing. She said she was in love with Jon Irenicus, and what, murdered his wife?That's awful." He picks at some tall grass stems. "He didn't exactly strike me as the romantic sort, to have all these ladies interested in him. He seemed very intent on his research, and little else." He stops his fidgeting as a thought occurs to him. "You don't suppose my tadpole will turn me into something like that Centeol creature?"
Nov 10, 2023 1:24 am
"Ah, I just love a happy ending," Aiwë sighs. "Though Aldous," her accent takes on a slight clack of hard consonants. "I'm pretty sure you father was less upset about magic than he was about a particular mage and of the shameless advantage he would take of a desperate nobleman's son." She looks around at the group.

"Ten gold says that before this is over I end up having to introduce Jon Irenicus to my clubs. If I were reading this in an epic, I'd bet 20."
Nov 10, 2023 1:27 am
The party enters the Cloakwood once more, this time skirting around the spider-infested area. They travel for some time without incident under the great boughs, searching for any signs of Iron Throne activity.

(Perception: The more perceptive members of the party sense that something watches them from the forest's many shadows...)
OOC:
To continue exploring, let's see another Survival check with Advantage, plus Guidance and/or Bardic Inspiration or whatever else you guys want to tack on.

Rolls

Mystery Roll - (1d4)

Nov 10, 2023 1:35 am
"I-I just really don’t like spiders especially big ones, they’re unnatural"Dieter says sheepishly
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Nov 10, 2023 1:42 am
Koveras joins the pair, walking on Dieter's other side. "There are many unnatural things in this world, Dieter. Remember the gibberlings? Best to face it all with a cool head."
Nov 10, 2023 1:51 am
Aiwë squints and leans forward to look across Dieter at Koveras. "He knows that," she clips him in orcish. "Can't you see how hard he's working?"
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Nov 10, 2023 1:52 am
"I think I remember the gibberlings better than you do" Dieter says with a chuckle but inside he can remember the sounds of the guard dying just feet from him as he threw the other to safety "you’re probably right though I need to relax. Being hunted like this can take its toll. I don’t know about you Aiwë but your northern coming of age ritual is a bit absurd. Does every generation overthrow a shadow government? For me I had one of my eyebrows shaved and woke up halfway up a tree."
Nov 10, 2023 2:06 am
"It's not a ritual," Shelur retorts, rolling her eyes. "It was supposed to be a vacation, I told you." She lowers her voice. "Stella's dad was making her absolutely crazy and the alternative was being locked in a tower with a goblin wizard who actually is crazy. The Ten Towns aren't exactly comfortable destinations, so: Candlekeep, and the civilized south!"
Nov 10, 2023 2:11 am
"ah even better a vacation. Well when this is all over I think I’ll be ready to go home and kill what I would now assume is an evil wizard but after that I think I’d like to come north and see this tree Stella keeps going on about. Maybe you can show me what an Elk is…as long as it isn’t some kind of northern spider beast"
Nov 10, 2023 2:24 am
Koveras shakes his head and replies in Common. "I'm obviously not cut out for this kind of conversation. But I meant that when we encountered the gibberling horde, Dieter kept a cool head. It could be that the only reason some of us survived - and that horse, too - is because Dieter thought fast on his feet." He shrugs his thick shoulders. "He's capable of it, I mean to say."
Nov 10, 2023 2:34 am
"sorry Koveras I misunderstood. Thanks for coming back for us" Dieter apologizes
Nov 10, 2023 2:58 am
At Koveras' request explanation Shelur nods approvingly and leans back again. "Ah, the Kuldahar tree! She could keep a bard busy her whole life all on her own. And don't worry, Diets, an elk is just like a deer, but bigger. The giant bug monsters are called remorhaz." She chuckles. "Really though, remind me when we're settling down for the night. If the day hasn't drained me of magic I can show you elk, and moose too."
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Nov 10, 2023 7:37 am
Quote:
While the group considers its next move, Aldous takes the opportunity to settle down on a nearby rock and fiddle with his prosthetic leg. "I'm not sure what the problem is... Maybe the little guy doesn't like it?"
"Have you tried asking it? It seems telepathic to some degree," Stella notes. "Think to it. Maybe with ideas and visualizations, rather than words. Then feel how it reacts."
Quote:
The young noble sighs. "I keep thinking about that spider... thing. She said she was in love with Jon Irenicus, and what, murdered his wife?That's awful." He picks at some tall grass stems. "He didn't exactly strike me as the romantic sort, to have all these ladies interested in him. He seemed very intent on his research, and little else." He stops his fidgeting as a thought occurs to him. "You don't suppose my tadpole will turn me into something like that Centeol creature?
Stella remains quiet for a moment, sitting next to him. "The thought did cross my mind...If it's the same mage, he is...frighteningly powerful." She shivers. "While I was a spider, I was nearly dominated in there...Mind blanked and completely controlled. Nearly..."

She shakes her head. "But you wouldn't turn into a spider. It'd be either a mind flayer or slaad, which..." she grimaces. "Might be worse, honestly...But it definitely seems different than usual. Such a powerful mage probably already knows about typical slaadi or illithid propagation, so...this tadpole is likely different!" she turns and looks at Aldous, trying to appear hopeful. "Different enough to experiment with, at least. I don't really know..." she says honestly with a shrug. "We'll simply have to keep an eye on you and it. For now, try asking it about the leg," she says, nodding at the prosthetic.
Nov 10, 2023 6:25 pm
Despite the disappointment surrounding Centeol's character, Aiwë is feeling quite high after that successful encounter.
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Rolls

Survival - (1d20+2, 1d20+2)

1d20+2 : (15) + 2 = 17

1d20+2 : (19) + 2 = 21

Nov 10, 2023 7:35 pm
At Stella's bidding, Aldous squeezes his eyes and concentrates. "I think better out loud, if that's okay..." he mumbles.

"Right. Leg? Without it, I fall. With it, I can move much faster. I-" the prosthetic pops off again, and this time Stella sees a greyish something actually push it off Aldous' stump. It moves very quickly to hide within the stump, but it's obviously the tadpole.

Aldous seems to have recognized this too. He keeps his eyes closed. "Okay. So you don't like the leg. Well. How am I supposed to walk then? We're going to have to do a lot of walking about as adventurers. Do you want me to fall every ten seconds? Or get eaten by whatever monster we see next? I-"

Schlumpf

"Well would you look at that..."

And that's how Aldous grew a frog leg on the end of his stump. It takes some getting used to, walking with legs that have different bone structures, but after a bit of pacing around Aldous is confident he can keep up with the group.

"My father's going to hate this, but at least he'll see I can stand on my own two feet! Even if one's a bit longer than the other..."
Nov 10, 2023 7:43 pm
Dieter decides to take Aiwë’s advice seriously. Winding their way through the woods Dieter is anticipating danger around every corner but he makes the decision to put his mind to rest and allow some of the others to take lead, surely these northerners have survived worse conditions.

……………..

Dieter takes a deep breath and feels his muscles loosen. His mind does begin to wander though, he thinks about jumping from the wagon to escape into the woods and the lonely night that followed. In some ways it was similar to the night he left home, he remembered the monsters hunting him through the night. Dieter had used every trick he knew to evade them stretching his abilities and luck to the limit.

He remembered Tulfgar’s face when he found him hiding in a ditch on the side of a road wearing nothing but a tattered pair of shorts and covered in mud head to toe, It had taken Marianne at least an hour of scrubbing to get all the mud out of his hair.

Dieter snaps back to the present smiling, judging from the tree shadows and their pace he hadn’t zoned out for long. He quickly scans the surroundings for threats in case something had subconsciously alerted him bringing back to the present.
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Rolls

Perception - (1D20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Nov 10, 2023 7:44 pm
The party makes their way through the deep forest for some time, trying to keep track of their own movements, when Aiwe spots some obvious boot tracks in a patch of mud. Looking around more closely, she sees where branches and leaves have been hacked at with some type of blade - probably a machete or something similar. It would seem that a handful of humanoids passed this way!

The question is, does the group go off following the tracks forward or back? In the same direction the tracks lead, or back where they come from?

(Perception: Dieter spies movement in the trees - a man or woman in a brown robe with the hood raised.)
Nov 10, 2023 7:47 pm
He was right somebody was out there watching them

"Hey Aiwë, this is a great side trip. I could really go for some more of those spider legs but only one for right now though I know you’ll probably want more later." Dieter says in a relaxed voice Hoping she gets the hint.
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Nov 11, 2023 1:02 am
Aiwë thinks she understands. "If you're sure you only want the one then you can just go get it. Let me just figure where we're going first so we can meet up again." Aiwë looks around like she's trying to orient herself in the forest and nothing else, while trying to catch sight of whatever or whoever Dieter saw.
Last edited November 11, 2023 1:03 am

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Nov 11, 2023 1:19 am
"you know what, I need to pee. Keep going I’ll catch up" Dieter says crashing off into the woods like a tourist. Once he passes a big enough tree he tries to blend in. Once he’s satisfied he sets up his water bladder with some branches to slowly trickle out on some leaves before he circles around to flank their onlooker. Hopefully the watcher attempts to intercept him relieving himself.
Last edited November 11, 2023 1:20 am

Rolls

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (12) + 9 = 21

1D20+9 : (17) + 9 = 26

Nov 11, 2023 8:10 pm
Dieter's clever ploy pays off. As he stealthily circles around, he catches the party's observer unawares. Dieter can't see the person's features from behind, but he's pretty sure it's a human man. He's unarmed, but that counts for little in this world of magic and monsters. Still, the man has apparently followed the party for a couple of hours at least and hasn't attacked. What might he be up to?
Nov 11, 2023 9:19 pm
Dieter gets himself into a good position and gets low. He stops, looks, listens, and finally smells his surroundings. If he decides to act he will be entering the most dangerous portion of this excursion. If the watcher has friends they will definitely see Dieter making his move, they could even have planned for him to do what he is doing right now.
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Rolls

Perception - (1D20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Nov 11, 2023 11:35 pm
Dieter doesn't see any sign of the man's allies, if he has any. He isn't dressed like any member of the bandits or Iron Throne that they've seen so far.
Nov 12, 2023 12:42 am
Dieter pounces, For good measure dieter punches the man in the kidney before he grabs the man’s dominant pointer and middle finger and pulls them back then shoves a rag in his mouth. If that’s successful he will restrain him and bring him to the group for questioning.
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Rolls

Fist strike grappling strike bonus action maneuver - (1D20+6, 1D4+4, 1D20+1D8+7)

1D20+6 : (12) + 6 = 18

1D4+4 : (2) + 4 = 6

1D20+1D8+7 : (5) + (3) + 7 = 15

Lucky grappling. - (1D20+7+3)

(11) + 10 = 21

Nov 12, 2023 1:03 am
The man spasms as Dieter's kidney punch connects, and the rag stifles his groans. For a moment. Dieter feels his target quickly swell to a larger size, and suddenly he realizes he's holding onto an enormous grey bear.

"MROARR!!!"

Despite the ferocious roar, there's a glint of intelligence and humanity in the bear's eyes. It would prefer not to maul the young human trying to grapple it.
Nov 12, 2023 1:11 am
Dieter leaps off and makes himself as tall as possible waving his arms in the air just as the town elders had instructed him years ago to do "AAAAAAAAAAH" he yells half heartedly. Realizing that he is still alive and unmauled Dieter puts his arms down "truce?" Dieter says with a shrug
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Nov 12, 2023 2:03 am
At the sound, Aiwë hurries to Dieter with clubs raised.

"Speak your business, druid! If you're the guardian of this wood we have no quarrel with you."
Nov 12, 2023 6:44 am
Stella turns sharply towards the sound of the roar, reading her bow. "Now what has he done...?" she mumbles, then follows Aiwë. Oh. Another druid!!
Nov 13, 2023 8:10 pm
The bear relaxes, then reverts to his original form - that of a grey-bearded human man. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then looks the party over with piercing eyes. "I am Seniyad. I have a message for those of the Iron Throne. Would that be you?"
Nov 13, 2023 8:13 pm
Aiwë lowers her clubs. "Depends on the message."
Nov 13, 2023 9:58 pm
Seniyad frowns. "It does not. Answer me true, or face nature's fury."
Nov 13, 2023 10:00 pm
"We are here to remove the iron throne’s slavers from the region. Now stand and face us or put your secrets to rest" Dieter answers
Nov 13, 2023 10:31 pm
The druid relaxes and he nods solemnly. "The Iron Throne is a stain on civilization and the Cloakwood alike. I am glad to find you are not sympathizers to their cause."

He folds his arms into the sleeves of his simple brown robe. "Forgive my spying. I only sought to discover if you were threats to the forest. Since you are here to remove the Iron Throne, we have no need to be enemies."
Nov 13, 2023 10:39 pm
"Kish brun," Aiwë forgives. "Forgive our jumpiness. The Iron Throne has assassins after us. What information can you spare, to help us dismantle them?"
Nov 13, 2023 10:47 pm
Stella inspects Seniyad's clothing. She wondered if he belonged to a Druid Circle or was a lone traveler.

"What Circle are you from, if any?" Stella asks in druidic, once the party gets the answers they're looking for. Her eye-stars tinkle with specks of curious green.

Rolls

Druid Circle History - (1d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Nov 13, 2023 11:44 pm
Quote:
"What information can you spare, to help us dismantle them?"
Seniyad shrugs. "I know little of their workings, except that they butcher the forest and enslave men and women. I'm afraid I have little information to share, apart from where they are."
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"What Circle are you from, if any?" Stella asks in druidic
The druid gestures to the forest all about. "I greet you beneath the boughs, Druid. I am part of the Cloakwood Circle. There are not many of us, and we come from disparate backgrounds, but we are all united in purpose."

(Insight: Stella catches a hesitation in Seniyad's words. It would seem that not all druids in the Cloakwood are as united as he claims. Perhaps he's just unwilling to share any Circle troubles with an outsider.)

He turns back to the group and opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by... a squirrel. The little beast scurry-hops across the ground to Seniyad's leg, then quickly climbs up the druid's robe, chittering furiously.

Seniyad's frown, which seems to never leave his face, deepens. He speaks in Common: "My small friend says she has found another group of interlopers. As you travel with a fellow druid, I trust you to respect the forest and rid us of the Iron Throne. I must see to these newcomers and judge their intentions."
Nov 14, 2023 12:09 am
"Can you tell us where their mine is?" Stella asks. "I was planning to consult animals as we went, but if you could tell us, that would help us find and halt the operations there much faster." She opens her tome to a rough map of the Cloakwood.

"Or if you would prefer to show us, we could come with you to investigate the interlopers first?"
Nov 14, 2023 4:17 am
Seniyad's answer is interrupted by the squirrel's renewed chittering. The somber druid looks to Stella. "It would seem these intruders may be the troublesome sort. If you would accompany me, I could use your aid in being rid of them. After that, I will be free to show you the way to the mine."
Nov 14, 2023 4:32 am
And so the party sets off through the Cloakwood, following the druid Seniyad, who is in turn following an excitable squirrel.

During the trek, Seniyad remains his somber self. He answers questions, but with as few words as possible. He never comes across as rude, just kind of dour. Perhaps a bit like Aiwe's Uncle Xan, though without the flowery melodrama.

Within an hour or so they arrive at a clearing where several men have set up camp. Two of the men are dressed in hunter's leathers, while the third wears a fashionable nobleman's coat.

Seniyad doesn't slow his steps, but strolls on out and calls to the men. "You! I recognize you, Aldeth Sashenstar. You were warned never to enter these woods again. Tell me what reason you have to risk your life so."
Nov 14, 2023 4:32 am
The nobleman looks up from where he stands by the campfire. "Ah! I remember you as well, old man. And I see you've brought some friends with you."

He looks to the party members who have accompanied the druid. "I have come here on vacation to hunt some game, but Old Seniyad thinks he owns the whole of the Cloakwood, when he possesses no deed to even a single part of it. He seeks to enforce his wild laws with violence. Surely you see that I am in the right here!" He pats the large coinpurse hanging from his belt. "Remove the wildman from here, or convince him to leave well enough alone, and I'll see that you're compensated for your time."
Nov 14, 2023 4:44 am
Aiwë bows respectfully. "All well and good sir. Just as soon as we see proof that the one who does own these woods has given you permission to hunt here."
Nov 14, 2023 4:44 am
Dieter sees nothing wrong, the Druid is trying to evict a man who has just as much legal right to the woods as he does. "Why did Seniyad forbid you from returning?" Dieter asks.
Nov 14, 2023 4:59 pm
The nobleman scoffs. "Nobody owns land in the Cloakwood. Nobody wants to own land the Cloakwood. Except Seniyad and his fellows, apparently." He waves a dismissive hand. "The Gate often posts bounties on monsters and such that can be found here, and I happen to enjoy such sport."
Quote:
"Why did Seniyad forbid you from returning?" Dieter asks.
Aldeth rolls his eyes. "Last time I was here I cut down a few trees to build myself a simple lodge." He gestures to the nearby tent. "As you can see, I decided to go logless this year."
Nov 14, 2023 4:59 pm
Seniyad tilts his head. "Your logs last time came from the tree of a dryad. She died as a result. You do not belong here. You should not be here."
Nov 14, 2023 7:05 pm
Stella looks between Aldeth and Seniyad as they exchange.

He just chopped down a few trees? She looks to Seniyad, confused. Even Mama knew trees were a gift from nature, so long as it wasn't in excess, and the trees were replanted...Perhaps some circles were more extreme than oth—He MURDERED a driad?! She looks sharply at Aldeth, eye stars flashing orange.

Even if he decided to use a tent this time, his attitude implied callousness. Was the dryad the 'monster' you were hunting? She folds her arms and bites her lip as she almost voices the thought, eyes narrowed.

"What are you hunting this time?" she asks, as cooly as she can manage, though her distain is rather clear.
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Nov 14, 2023 7:10 pm
"Sneiyad, do you have a problem with Aldeth hunting monsters in the woods or just that he allegedly caused the death of a Dryad." Dieter asks trying to clarify
Nov 14, 2023 7:14 pm
Sashenstar raises an eyebrow at Stella. "Wyvern. Their growing population threatens the Gate's farms. I-"

The man looks past Stella and blinks several times. "Koveras? What are you doing wandering this forest? Surely you have better things to be about than harassing myself. Ah. Everything becomes clear to me now." He points an accusatory finger at the half-orc. "The Iron Throne has always been... creative in how it deals with its rivals. After you and your band assassinate me, what are you going to call it? A hunting accident?"
Nov 14, 2023 7:22 pm
Quote:
"Seniyad, do you have a problem with Aldeth hunting monsters in the woods or just that he allegedly caused the death of a Dryad." Dieter asks trying to clarify.
Seniyad turns his frown to Dieter. "Allegedly? Her name was Springstep, and he as good as murdered her. Was it to claim a bounty on a so-called 'monster'? I have no way of knowing, but in either case she died because of his actions. He was warned never to return!"

(Insight: Seniyad's eyes keep flicking to the treeline about the camp. Perhaps his words for Sashenstar aren't a direct threat from himself, but a warning that other forest denizens might seek vengeance against the noble.)
Nov 14, 2023 7:27 pm
Quote:
The man looks past Stella and blinks several times. "Koveras?"
The half-orc steps out from behind the rest of the party. "Aldeth. The Iron Throne's business is its own, but you can be sure they hardly care about a low-ranking member of the Merchants' League. Don't flatter yourself."
Nov 14, 2023 7:36 pm
"Allegedly means that you said he did it but I can’t confirm it personally, I wasn’t there so I can’t say "he killed the dryad" because that would mean I know he killed the dryad which I do not but I also am not calling you a liar either." Dieter explains.

"Aldeth, I would recommend you vacate the woods as it is no longer safe. I think that some woodland beings are actively conspiring to do you harm seniyad not being one of them." Dieter says matter of factly

"Seniyad, you need to reevaluate your claim on these woods. I’d recommend meeting Aldeth in a neutral location to discuss how you can better manage each others expectations. Life and death is natural but murder is not. We can see Aldeth has made some changes to prevent last times mistakes, I think he might be receptive to some regulation and guidance." Dieter suggests

Rolls

?? - (1D20+0)

(8) = 8

Luck - (1D20+0)

(9) = 9

Nov 14, 2023 8:10 pm
"Nobody is getting assassinated today..." Stella sighs.

Stella relaxes at Dieter's words, narrowed eyes relaxing and eye-starts shifting back to green. He...made a compelling case. And a reasonable suggestion. But words aside, the way he said it seemed almost as uncaring as Aldeth. She purses her lips.

Something went through her mind. They were vague sensations, of escalation, but she could feel tension rising, now and in the future.

"Seniyad, Dieter might be right..." she says quietly, but loud enough for Aldeth to hear she was trying to help find peace. "Any hostilities towards Aldeth, whether you force him to leave, or leave him to the forest, could lead to the Merchants' League or others producing more problems for the Cloakwood and its wardens. But if you can strike an agreement with one of its members, you might have a chance at peace for the forest."

(Using Portent to make my d20 roll a 19, with +1 CHA for a total of 20.)
Nov 14, 2023 9:23 pm
Quote:
"Allegedly means that you said he did it but I can’t confirm it personally, I wasn’t there so I can’t say "he killed the dryad" because that would mean I know he killed the dryad which I do not but I also am not calling you a liar either." Dieter explains.
"'Allegedly' denies the dozens of witnesses who saw his crime, and those who held Springstep while she died. Just because you weren't here, child, doesn't m-"
Quote:
"Seniyad, Dieter might be right..." Stella says quietly.
Seniyad seems to have more patience for his fellow druid, and listens carefully to her words.

"Peace..." he murmurs, and closes his eyes. "There will always be a struggle between civilization and the wilds. But such peace is the Balance we seek."

He nods. "Very well. If the merchant noble is willing, I will speak with him - outside the Cloakwood. For his own safety. Assuming we come to an agreement, I will try to sway those who live here to let him enter." He doesn't smile, but his frown lightens significantly. "The wyverns are a problem, after all."
Quote:
"The Iron Throne's business is its own..."
Seniyad's eyes flash when he overhears this exchange between Aldeth and Koveras, but the patient druid doesn't leap to conclusions. This group has already said they are here to rid the forest of the Iron Throne's presence.
Nov 14, 2023 9:32 pm
Aldeth Sashenstar rubs his fingers together as he listens to both Dieter and Stella. "You would have my doings be regulated by this man? He has no political or financial power to do so! The gods know if he's ever even wandered out of this forest before and seen the real world!"

He turns his head to one side and mutters under his breath, but eventually sighs and nods. "But I suppose that would make him an expert here... Very well! We'll learn and play by these 'rules'."

The merchant lord turns to his two retainers. "Break camp! We're leaving... for now. The wyverns will still be here when we return."
Nov 14, 2023 9:33 pm
Aiwë raises her eyebrows at Koveras. With a smirk and an elvish lilt she says, "Oh, the assassins were flattery?"
Nov 14, 2023 9:49 pm
Seniyad's eyes check the treeline once more. "And none too soon. The forest grows restless."

He turns to the party. "I said I would lead you to the mine, but my duty insists I remain with these... men. However, I will mark the location your map." He does so, assuming Stella's permission. He also notes several other places of interest. "Be wary of wyverns when you cross this river; they know beasts and people pass by there to drink. And stay away from the giant spiders here... A terrible being seems to guide their will."

Seniyad hesitates before giving his last warning. He points to an area near the middle of the Cloakwood. "There are... other druids here. Another Circle. You should have no trouble with them, and might even perhaps seek them as allies. But they are... extremists. Sashenstar thinks me dogmatic and uncompromising. The Shadow Druids would have ended him long before his crime, had they found him first. Take extra care if you encounter them, and be sure to tell them you hunt the Iron Throne."

He singles out Koveras. "I would make no more mention of your association with the Iron Throne, lest the Shadow Druids learn of it. Whether you played a part in the goings-on here or no, they will seek to avenge the wrongs dealt by your kind. You do not want to incur their wrath."
Nov 14, 2023 9:53 pm
Aldeth Sashenstar takes a moment to speak with the party before leaving. "I recognize what you've accomplished today, avoiding bloodshed." He also checks the treeline, a sign that his confidence is at least partly feigned. "Should you find yourselves in Baldur's Gate, please visit my estate! It is good to know reasonable people in the city. And..." He tosses the party his coinpouch. "As my thanks, and for your trouble."
OOC:
The party gains another 500 gold!
Nov 14, 2023 10:04 pm
Quote:
Aiwë raises her eyebrows at Koveras. With a smirk and an elvish lilt she says, "Oh, the assassins were flattery?"
Koveras' stoic expression turns into a wince. "I... did apologize for that..."
Nov 14, 2023 10:12 pm
"hey Stella, what’s a dryad?" Dieter asks in a low voice once they get a quiet moment.

Well after our encounter with Mr. smucky noble guy we probably have what..half a day before the iron throne knows we are here Dieter thinks to himself. With luck he will be too embarrassed to say anything but I won’t be counting on that from his paid help.
Nov 14, 2023 10:16 pm
Araklusta says:
Quote:
Aiwë raises her eyebrows at Koveras. With a smirk and an elvish lilt she says, "Oh, the assassins were flattery?"
Koveras' stoic expression turns into a wince. "I... did apologize for that..."
"Thank you for the apology by the way it was really thoughtful" Dieter says leaning in
Nov 14, 2023 10:34 pm
Stella is surprised at the sheer amount of coin. She hadn't been convinced he had meant what he said about being compensated. She just hated to see such hostility, especially due to misunderstandings, and...whatever it might have led to. She still felt uneasy, uncertain whether future dangers were abated, but for now, she felt like she had done her druidic duty.

Somehow, they now had inadvertently gained some connections to both the Silvershields and the Sashenstars. She sincerely hoped they wouldn't have to get into politics...from what Caliope had told her about Waterdeep and her family's involvement with the Faunfables and other nobility, it sounded like a royal mess. Er...noble mess?

Quote:
"hey Stella, what’s a dryad?" Dieter asks in a low voice once they get a quiet moment.
"Well, I...don't actually know," she admits. "But I'm pretty sure they're a sentient species with close ties to forests, as much people as any of us. If we have any in the Icewind Dale, I've certainly never seen them, and Mama rarely mentioned them."
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Rolls

Nature (Know 'bout da dryads) - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Nov 14, 2023 10:44 pm
"hmm, okay.Dieter says
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Nov 15, 2023 12:14 am
Aiwë slips between Koveras and Dieter and walks the boy off. "Don't punish the behaviour you want to see," she chides gently.
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Nov 15, 2023 12:42 am
"sorry, I ugh..got a bit carried away" Dieter says looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Nov 15, 2023 12:59 am
As the tension of the situation drains away, Aldous watches Aldeth Sashenstar go. The young noble has a confused frown on his face. He walks over and nudges Koveras' arm. "The head of the Sashenstar house and a prominent member of the Merchants' League recognized you, but not me?"
Nov 15, 2023 1:00 am
Koveras shrugs and responds with a half-smile. "Maybe it's the frog leg? Besides, there are only so many half-orcs in Baldur's Gate; I tend to stick out." His tone turns bitter there at the end.
Nov 15, 2023 1:04 am
Aldous looks down at his new limb and flexes it experimentally. "I bet I could jump really high if I had two of these..."

He pats Koveras on the shoulder and winks. "Maybe I'll grow a frog head sometime. Then nobody would give you a second glance!"
Nov 15, 2023 1:05 am
Koveras' eyes flick to Stella. "I'm not sure Miss Melerelel would appreciate that... though I'd pay gold to see it!"

The two carry on, and Koveras' bitterness melts away like fog on a bright morning.
Nov 15, 2023 2:38 am
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Rolls

Mystery Roll

Mystery Roll

Nov 15, 2023 5:31 am
Aiwë pats Dieter. "It's okay. We've got you."

Smiling at the boys cheering each other up, Aiwë drifts over to them. "I bet you could jump really high as is." Aiwë interjects. "C'mon, let's test it!" She lifts one leg then bends down and jumps with the other to test her own leg. She leaps up expertly and is able to reach a tree branch high above her head. She grabs onto it and swings there for a moment.

"Wow!" She laughs. "Stella did you see that! Look! You can jump really high when the ground is dirt and not ice."
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Rolls

One-legged hop! (Athletics) - (1d20+7)

(20) + 7 = 27

Nov 15, 2023 5:23 pm
The party consults the map and continues with their journey through the Cloakwood. By the time they arrive at a small river cutting through the forest, the dim light coming through the trees has darkened to orange; the sun beyond the boughs has begun to set. A narrow, moss-covered wooden bridge spans the gap between banks.

The light above darkens further for a moment, and then the group realizes that the shift was caused by something large flying overhead. Even at a distance there's no mistaking the wyvern for any sort of bird; its sinuous head and tail are a dead giveaway, not to mention its sheer size.

And then there's another. A second, slightly smaller wyvern joins the first. The draconic creatures' heads swivel as they make passes over the area, keen eyes seeking movement in the trees on either side of the bridge. They don't seem to have noticed the party yet.
Nov 15, 2023 5:27 pm
Inspired by Aiwe's jump, Aldous tries one too. He doesn't go nearly so high as Aiwe, but at least he doesn't fall on his face.

He chuckles and tries again. "Come on, Slimy, show me what you can do!" The tadpole seems to have heard and understood him, because Aldous' next jump lands him up in the tree.


(Arcana: Aldous has learned to cast Jump!)

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+1)

(12) + 1 = 13

Nov 15, 2023 5:41 pm
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Rolls

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (18) + 9 = 27

1D20+9 : (2) + 9 = 11

Nov 15, 2023 7:39 pm
Aiwë's grin is wide and tusky. "Ooh ooh," she grunts deep in her throat. "Now this will be a grand hunt!" she says quietly. She mimes beating on her shield in excitement. "Hide, teeth, a story to tell, and a feast tonight. You ready, Blood?"
Nov 15, 2023 7:42 pm
Shelur howls as Aldous leaps past her. "Amazing!" she says, scrambling up beside him. "Stella! Stella did you see that?!" She pauses.

"Can you get down?" she murmurs to Aldous.
Nov 15, 2023 7:46 pm
"Do you want me to shoot them down?" Dieter whispers from under a bush.
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Nov 15, 2023 7:52 pm
"Starting ranged makes sense." Aiwë whispers back. "Have you seen those guys though? We're not going to 'shoot them down.'"
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Nov 15, 2023 7:55 pm
"shooting things is my speciality, I can bring it down." Dieter replies. "If I wing it the fall will either cripple it or kill it outright"
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Nov 15, 2023 7:58 pm
"Ohhhh, down, but not like 'down." Aiwë grins. "Yeah, bring them down."
Nov 15, 2023 8:01 pm
"I mean…maybe" dieter says pulling his lo my bow out. "Could you..I don’t know.. give me a beat?"
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Nov 15, 2023 8:14 pm
Aiwë's grin widens. Any wider and the white of her teeth might flash in the moonlight and alert their prey.

She pats the dirt with her hands, making a slow, quiet, confident, inevitable beat. She whispers in time, an encouraging undertone to Dieter's focus.

"Hand steady, aim high/ prowess, hunter!/ let it fly!"

Dieter gets bardic inspiration!
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Nov 15, 2023 8:19 pm
Dieter takes a deep breath in and out. He inhales but stops halfway and in one fluid movement steps out of cover bow drawn.
OOC:
Side note. Added one to many on the hit rolls


They need to pass a DC 15 str check or go prone
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Rolls

Bodkin on the big girl - (1D20+9)

(13) + 9 = 22

Damage tripping attack - (2D8+4, 1D20)

2D8+4 : (15) + 4 = 10

1D20 : (9) = 9

Bodkin on little boy + tripping attack - (1D20+9, 2D8+4, 1D20)

1D20+9 : (7) + 9 = 16

2D8+4 : (55) + 4 = 14

1D20 : (12) = 12

Luck little boy - (1D20+9)

(14) + 9 = 23

Nov 15, 2023 8:44 pm
Quote:
"Wow!" She laughs. "Stella did you see that! Look! You can jump really high when the ground is dirt and not ice."
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"Stella! Stella did you see that?!"
Stella simply smiles fondly, watching her friends, old and new leap into the air. She remembered their simple athletics competitions back in the Icewind Dale. She was never very good. Papa tried to join in once, but cheated by summoning his aasimar wings. He ended up flat on his back after receiving a keg-sized snowball in the chest, courtesy of Aiwë and much to Stella's pleasure. After grumbling about aasimar wings being a boulder-magnet curse, he hadn't tried to join them again.

Aldous' leg was certainly bizarre. She could only hope that's where it would end. At least they seemed to be getting along; he even— Her smile vanishes. "Wait," she says, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "You named your slaad Slimy?! That's as bad as Papa naming his flumph familiar flumphy." She giggles and puts a hand to her face, trying to keep from smiling. "Well, at least if you ever meet him, I'm sure you'd get along."


...

Stella watches the wyverns with concern. Both Aldeth and Seniyad agreed they were a problem, but...why was their population growing so much? Had something abated threats to them? Was their food source growing? ...Where did they fit on the food chain? The more they traveled the forest, the more she wished he had studied local ecology while they were in Candlekeep. Still, she draws out her old tome and searches it and her mind for any notes she has about the creatures.
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Rolls

Nature (Possible reasons wyverns could be overpopulating?) - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Nov 15, 2023 9:24 pm
Stella recalls that unless there's a true dragon around, wyverns quickly reach the top of the food chain. Not true beasts, wyverns are well-known for their aggression, and their propensity for killing just for the sake of it. Without intervention, a population of wyverns can overgrow its territory. They either kill each other, or spread out. This population in the Cloakwood must be spreading, which spells death for much of the wildlife as the wyverns establish their domains.

It's likely that Baldur's Gate has put a bounty on them in an effort to keep them contained to the Cloakwood. Let the Cloakwood's problems be the Cloakwood's problems.

(Arcana: Now's hardly the time for it, but as Stella flips through her notes she finds another page covered in strange writing. Her own handwriting. It may be worth looking at later.)
Nov 15, 2023 9:32 pm
"A single arrow isn't likely to bring down a wyvern..." Koveras begins, but then trails off as Dieter's first shot does, indeed, take the larger wyvern out of the sky.

The wyvern doesn't quite manage to right itself before hitting the canopy, and the sound of shattered branches causes nearby flocks of birds to take wing. It hits the ground a short distance from the party, and quickly turns itself about to come after them. Its injuries seem only to make it more vicious and bloodthirsty!

Rolls

Branches - (4d6)

(5362) = 16

Ground - (4d6)

(6213) = 12

Nov 15, 2023 9:38 pm
Round 1 Player Phase!
OOC:
Big Momma is on the ground. Attacks against her have advantage this round as she recovers from falling!

Dieter's turn has kind of already happened, but he can use his Action Surge to take another action if he wants.
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Nov 15, 2023 9:49 pm
"Uh, like that..yeah" Dieter says calmly shooting off a few more shots before ducki mg behind a tree

Big momma takes 7 damage

Ac 18
Hp 50
Behind a tree
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Rolls

Action surge!! - (1D20+7, 1D20+7, 1D8+4)

1D20+7 : (3) + 7 = 10

1D20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12

1D8+4 : (2) + 4 = 6

Die die die - (1D20+7, 1D20+7, 1D8+4)

1D20+7 : (19) + 7 = 26

1D20+7 : (9) + 7 = 16

1D8+4 : (3) + 4 = 7

Nov 15, 2023 10:15 pm
Before Stella can so much as squint quizzically at the new set of strange writings, Stella hears the thrum of Dieter's bow, and looks up to see the larger wyvern fall.

She finds a tree to hide behind. "Do wyverns have a breath weapon?" she asks loudly, feeling a spike of adrenaline. "Split up just in case?" she adds, ducking behind the tree.

She knocks and arrow and peeks from behind the tree at the creature, then pauses. This thing could be extremely dangerous, she decided, gawking at its wingspan. She needed to disable it, not just shoot it.

She closes her eyes, visualizing the spot just behind the downed wyvern. She brushes the air with glowing fingers, strumming out stars like a harpist. Rather than stars appearing at her fingertips, however, they appeared behind the wyvern, slowly forming a massive constellation of Auroth the Ice Snake. The stars wiggle, then stardust washes over them, giving it physical form: a Giant Constrictor Snake.

The snake lashes out like a whip, wrapping itself around the fallen wyvern's wings and squeezing tight. (Big Momma takes 14 bludgeoning damage and is grappled (escape DC 16). Until this grapple ends, the creature is restrained, and the snake can't constrict another target.)

Stella (32/32 HP, 14 AC, behind a tree ideally 60 ft. away, concentrating on Conjure Animals)
Auroth (60/60 HP, 12 AC, grappling & restraining Big Momma wyvern)
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Rolls

Snaaaake Attack!! - (1d20+6, 1d20+6)

1d20+6 : (4) + 6 = 10

1d20+6 : (13) + 6 = 19

Constrict Damage - (2d8+4)

(64) + 4 = 14

Nov 15, 2023 10:41 pm
Seeing the wyvern come down I stride forward to deal with it.
I get a good thwack on it, smiting it with divine power.
Big momma takes 20 damage.

Right up front, baby!
HP : 52/52
AC : 20
Last edited November 15, 2023 10:45 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 - big momma - (1d20+8)

(4) + 8 = 12

Attack 2 - big momma - (1d20+8)

(11) + 8 = 19

Damage - 1 - (1d8+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Divine smite - (2d8)

(48) = 12

Attack 2 - advantage - (1d20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Attack 2 - advantage - (1d20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Nov 16, 2023 12:01 am
Aiwë hollers a war cry as the wyvern falls, then gasps as the snake appears. "Stella! Stella that is so cool!"

Aiwë moves in with her clubs, darting in between Runeson's strikes.

Big Momma takes 20 damage.

zone: front
HP: 33
AC: 18
Last edited November 16, 2023 1:34 am

Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

1d20+7 : (17) + 7 = 24

Attack 2 - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (11) + 7 = 18

1d20+7 : (14) + 7 = 21

Bonus attack - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

1d20+7 : (1) + 7 = 8

Damage - (3d6+8)

(156) + 8 = 20

Nov 16, 2023 2:40 am
Round 1 Summary

Runeson and Aiwe pounce on the fallen wyvern with heavy blows. It lunges for them, but gets wrapped up by Stella's summoned snake. Muscular coils intertwine with sinuous neck and tail, and it becomes difficult to tell where the wyvern ends and the snake begins.

A shadow passes over Dieter, and the second wyvern snarls as its claws rip at the young fighter's head and shoulders. It swoops past Dieter and continues on to Stella, long tail wrapping around her chosen tree to swipe at her with its deadly stinger (I assume she casts Shield! If not, a Con save is in order).

Aldous holds up his hands and shouts, "Fire! Or whatever!" And out from his hands shoot three fiery snakes that burn some of the scales off the smaller wyvern (Little Boy takes 15 fire dmg). He pumps a fist in victory, then pales (more) as the monster turns on him, fangs and claws and stinger ready to make short work of the young noble. But...

Koveras has something to say about this. Not bothering to draw his sword, the half-orc leaps up and catches hold of the smaller wyvern's wing. The wyvern twists powerfully, but Koveras' grip and stance seem made of steel as he hauls the creature away from the more vulnerable party members.

The fight seems well in hand, until the larger wyvern rips into Stella's conjuration in a whirlwind of snarls and fangs. When the wyvern's strength is played out, the giant snake barely holds on with the last of its strength.

Rolls

Momma vs Snake (2 attacks) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12

1d20+7 : (13) + 7 = 20

dmg to Snek - (4d6+8)

(4152) + 8 = 20

Snek DC 15 con save - (1d20+1)

(9) + 1 = 10

dmg to snek (poison) - (7d6)

(2666664) = 36

Boy vs Dieter - (1d20+7)

(11) + 7 = 18

dmg to Dieter - (2d8+4)

(42) + 4 = 10

Boy vs Stella - (1d20+7)

(9) + 7 = 16

dmg to Stella - (2d6+4)

(21) + 4 = 7

Koveras grapple vs Boy - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

Boy contested check - (1d20+4)

(18) + 4 = 22

Koveras shove vs Boy - (1d20+8)

(6) + 8 = 14

Boy contested check - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Aldous scorching ray vs Boy (3 attacks) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (17) + 5 = 22

1d20+5 : (3) + 5 = 8

1d20+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

dmg to boy (fire) - (4d6)

(2454) = 15

Nov 16, 2023 3:13 am
Round 2 Player Phase!!
OOC:
Big Momma is grappled and restrained, which means attacks against her have advantage!

Little Boy is jut grappled, so attacks are normal against him. But he IS within easy reach of melee.

Ida gets 2 turns!
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Nov 16, 2023 4:01 am
15 damage to big momma
Last edited November 16, 2023 4:03 am

Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12

1d20+7 : (9) + 7 = 16

Attack 2 - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

1d20+7 : (15) + 7 = 22

Damage - (2d6+8)

(16) + 8 = 15

Nov 16, 2023 4:22 am
Seeing my adversary weakened and grappled I take my advantage and beat it. Once, twice, wham, thwack, boom! To make sure the wyvern is finished I call upon Hoar’s divine retribution and add a smite to the mix.
20 damage to big momma. Lethal damage!


HP : 52/52
AC : 20
Last edited November 16, 2023 4:29 am

Rolls

Attack 1 - big momma - (1d20+8)

(4) + 8 = 12

Attack 1 - big momma advantage - (1d20+8)

(15) + 8 = 23

Attack 2 - big momma - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

Attack 2 - BM - advantage - (1d20+8)

(9) + 8 = 17

Damage 1 - big momma - (1d8+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Attack 2 - big momma - (1d8+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Divine smite - (2d8)

(53) = 8

Nov 16, 2023 5:45 am
Stella yelps, eyes wide as the smaller wyvern's tail comes for her. She sweeps here hand in front of her with two fingers folded in an arcane gesture, throwing up a shield of force to deflect the poisonous spike (Casts shield to avoid Little Boy's attack.) Her morning practice had paid off!
Quote:
"Fire! Or whatever!"
Aldous was much more impressive when he cast spells without attempting verbal components, Stella thought.

As Runeson harries the larger wyvern, Stella shouts in druidic to her snake. "Keep it away!" The enormous snake continues its stranglehold, and drags the wyvern away from the party, prepared to twist out of the way of any attack. (Moves 15 feet away, and Dodges.)

Stella knocks a shining arrow to her bow again and this time fires at the smaller wyvern as Koveras drags it away. The arrow strikes, scattering stardust across it and illuminating its form. (Guiding Bolt. Little Boy takes 18 damage. Next round, someone gets advantage on attack against it.)

Stella (32/32 HP, 14 AC, behind tree cover if possible)
Auroth (4/60 HP, 12 AC, Dodging, Restraining and grappling Big Momma)
Last edited November 16, 2023 5:48 am

Rolls

Guiding Bolt vs Little Boy - (1d20+7, 4d6)

1d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

4d6 : (4545) = 18

Nov 16, 2023 6:12 pm
Dieter drops his bow and draws his Longsword. Holding it with both hands he charges the smaller and probably far angrier wyvern

Dieter deals 20 damage to little boy


By little boy
40/50
Ac18
Last edited November 16, 2023 6:18 pm

Rolls

Chop chop - (1D20+8, 1D10+5)

1D20+8 : (10) + 8 = 18

1D10+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

Chop chop pt 2 - (1D20+8, 1D10+5)

1D20+8 : (13) + 8 = 21

1D10+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

Nov 16, 2023 6:44 pm
Round 2 Summary

Wrapped up by the enormous snake, the larger wyvern quickly falls to Aiwe and Runeson, with the paladin landing a final hit that shines with celestial power. Still, the conjured snake succumbs to its wounds, the constellations binding it in place broken by fang and venom.

The smaller wyvern fares little better as the rest of the party focuses their attacks on it. Between the might of spells and blades, the monster doesn't seem to have much fight in it - until it surges with sudden strength and spikes Dieter's thigh with its tail stinger (Dieter takes 9 piercing dmg). Deadly poison creeps through the young man's veins (Dieter takes 26 poison dmg, or only 13 if he can somehow turn that failed Con save into a success).

Rolls

Big momma vs Snek (disadv) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (4) + 7 = 11

1d20+7 : (3) + 7 = 10

Big Momma vs snek again (disadv) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (19) + 7 = 26

1d20+7 : (17) + 7 = 24

dmg to Snek - (2d6+4)

(45) + 4 = 13

boy vs Koveras - (1d20+7)

(4) + 7 = 11

boy vs Dieter - (1d20+7)

(13) + 7 = 20

dmg to dieter - (2d6+4)

(32) + 4 = 9

Dieter con save DC 15 - (1d20+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

dmg to Dieter (poison) - (7d6)

(2623463) = 26

Koveras vs boy (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (8) + 8 = 16

1d20+8 : (3) + 8 = 11

dmg to boy - (1d6+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Aldous scorching ray vs boy (3 attacks) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (12) + 5 = 17

1d20+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

1d20+5 : (2) + 5 = 7

dmg to boy - (2d6)

(41) = 5

Nov 16, 2023 7:07 pm
Round 3 Player Phase!!!
OOC:
The fight is nearly done!

Ida gets 2 turns if she wants!
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Nov 16, 2023 7:23 pm
Pain shoots across Dieters thigh with the sickly tendrils of poison creeping up his leg trying to reach his heart. Dieter grunts fighting the burning pain.

he deliver two quick chops in retaliation.

Dieter deals lethal damage to little boy.

Hp 18/50
Ac 18
By little boy
Last edited November 16, 2023 7:53 pm

Rolls

Last luck - (1D20+4)

(9) + 4 = 13

Bardic jam - (1D8)

(3) = 3

Attack!! - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (15) + 8 = 23

1D20+8 : (3) + 8 = 11

Attack again!! 2 - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (12) + 8 = 20

1D20+8 : (13) + 8 = 21

Damage 1 - (1D10+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Damage 2 - (1D10+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Nov 20, 2023 7:54 pm
(Stella Dodges.)
32/32 HP, 14 AC, behind tree cover if possible
Nov 20, 2023 9:29 pm
Round 3 Summary">

Despite the remaining wyvern's vicious attacks, Dieter ends the monster cleanly and without taking any additional wounds!
OOC:
Combat Over! Sorry that took so long lol

Rolls

Boy vs Dieter (2 attacks) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (1) + 7 = 8

1d20+7 : (3) + 7 = 10

Nov 20, 2023 9:34 pm
Stella hurries over to Dieter to treat the claw and festering stinger wounds with a poultice and bandages. Her poking and prodding stings with a sharp pain, but soon soothes some of it, as the herbs start neutralizing some of the potent poison.

(Dieter regains 13 HP)

"Ida, Runeson," Stella says to the divine servants, ignoring any protest by Dieter. "These wounds need some additional, magical aid." she tells them. "Unless we want to conserve magical resources and rest here for a bit before continuing on?" she asks the group.
OOC:
Try for a short rest or keep going?
Last edited November 20, 2023 9:38 pm

Rolls

Healer - (1d6+10)

(3) + 10 = 13

Nov 20, 2023 11:03 pm
Aiwë runs over to Dieter with a whoop. "Gnoll-death! Wyvern-bane!" She pats his back in congratulations.

"Lets rest, Sister-girl. Dieter's earned it and I have to dress this game if we want our bounty. Besides, I'm hungry!"

She lifts the smaller wyvern, resting its weight across her back and holding its jaw high and still with one hand.

"I promised you the honours Blood, but I can't rightly give it since it wasn't my kill." She sets her hunting knife against the wyvern's throat. "Well, Diets? A little blood will sit in your stomach just fine and put some hair on your chest." She grins encouragingly. "Quickly now!"
Nov 20, 2023 11:21 pm
Stella calls Noctalia from where the owl had been scouting ahead, re-summoned after their bout in the mercenary camp. "Keep out of sight, circle around, and keep watch around us for anyone approaching," she asks as they prepare to rest.

She would have summoned another sparrow or hawk, which would be less unusual to see in the daytime, but owls were far better at weaving in and out of a fight, if she was needed to help.
Nov 21, 2023 12:16 am
Dieter smiles weakly. He cuts the vessel and quickly holds his mouth open at the base of the wyvern’s neck trying to get the fountain of blood in his mouth but he seems to get the majority on his chin and shirt. Its warmth shocks him but he quickly swallows before he has a chance to truly process it.

Dieter plugs the cut with his fist allowing Aiwë to have her turn before the pressure is gone.
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Nov 21, 2023 12:48 am
"Ooh ooh!" Aiwë chants as Dieter makes his cut. "No, here, let me help aim it." Aiwë laughs, exuberant. "Good hunt, Diets! It strengthens you!"

She looks to Koveras. "Your turn, Blood. There's plenty to fill you." She grins at Runeson. "Then I'll help you with your beast."
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Nov 21, 2023 1:12 am
Koveras expression is grim as he steps forward, but there's a twinkle in his eye. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?" he asks, then fully displays his tusks as he opens his mouth to drink...

In the waning light his eyes glint an orcish red. He pauses to wipe his mouth and looks to Aiwe. "It... must be an acquired taste."

Rolls

Con save - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Nov 21, 2023 1:17 am
Stella watches for a moment, then looks away, stomach sick. She was used to blood, but drinking it? That still made her stomach church. (It once made Papa completely vomit.) Orcs certainly had the physiology for it, but she wasn't sure about humans and elves.

Runeson is immune to disease, and if Dieter gets sick, Runeson can cure him, she supposed. And at least they aren't being wasteful.

"Be sure to save the poison glands," Stella tells them. "They could be useful..."
Nov 21, 2023 3:19 am
"Gish maruhk, sharuhk," she agrees with a grin. 'Through struggle, strength.'

Aiwë's eyes shine the same colour as his as she waits eagerly for his reaction. At his statement she laughs. "Fair, but I'm glad you tried it wyvern-wrestler! It's a taste worth acquiring." She looks at Aldous with another grin as Stella turns away.

"Well, Lordling?"
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Nov 21, 2023 3:32 am
Quote:
"Gish maruhk, sharuhk," Aiwe agrees with a grin. 'Through struggle, strength.'
Koveras nods solemnly. "Gish maruhk, sharuhk."

(Performance: Koveras doesn't speak Orcish often, but the accent is actually closer to that of Aiwe's own people than one would expect this far south.)
Nov 21, 2023 3:42 am
Quote:
She looks at Aldous with another grin as Stella turns away.

"Well, Lordling?"
Aldous winces, then takes a deep breath. "Yes! I, too, would like to drink the innards of our slain foes!" He steps forward, mouth open... and then his stomach issues an enormous gurgle. He looks down at his frog foot. "This is what you want? This? Of all things. Fine."

He drinks up heartily, and seems to truly enjoy the drink - though he keeps his eyes squeezed tight the whole time. "It's... actually not so bad, you know?" He looks down at his blood-covered clothes and blanches, until Aiwe gets him properly cleaned up.
Nov 21, 2023 3:49 am
Shelur thumps her chest with a tusked grin as Koveras responds in Orcish. Until then she hasn't heard a single word of it out of him—she wasn't even sure if he spoke the language though he seems to understand it—but his accent doesn't seem like merely a repetition of hers, though very similar. Did Winski teach him? His mother? She lets him alone for now—she doesn't want to scare the poor thing—but makes a mental note to investigate later.
Quote:
"Yes! I, too, would like to drink the innards of our slain foes!"
"Then forsooth! Come and partake!" Aiwë chuckles. There's none left for her when he's finished, but there's a whole second wyvern.
Quote:
"This is what you want? This? Of all things. Fine."
"Its good food! Aha! A hearty, strong man!" she praises as she drinks, laughing all the time. "Careful, though, too much will make a human sick even if his own head doesn't. Maybe you don't quite count anymore, but we'd better stop you there and see how it sits." She helps Runeson if he's interested in trying it, then has her fill.

"Mmm! It's quite acidic." She hums a cheerful, droning rhythm as she lowers the wyvern down. As the song progresses the men find themselves clean of blood as the spatters in Shelur's own hair disappear. "I'll admit, it tastes better when it's below freezing, the wind is trying to knock you over, and the warmth burns on the way down. Still! Wyvern!" She licks her fingers happily, then rubs them clean with magic. "Who's looking forward to dinner?"

She gets to work with her knife separating skin and horn and offal from meat. "Sister-girl, show me where the poison glands are?"
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Nov 21, 2023 4:35 am
With Stella and Dieter's help, Aiwë butchers the wyverns and prepares it to cook. She samples various cuts raw herself and politely offers them around to the others, but doesn't push, having won her bloody victory that night.

She helps cook their meal and process more of the meat for rations for coming days, then sings an elvish feast song with native fluency as the others dig in.

Song of rest!
Nov 21, 2023 7:21 pm
Dieter makes sure to collect the stingers from the two wyverns before retiring to bed.
Nov 22, 2023 6:12 pm
The party settles down to camp a short distance from the river and the bridge. With wyvern steaks and pre-packed rations, the eating tonight is good. Koveras enjoys the meat, but after picking at the food Aldous eagerly asks for more blood. Apparently "Slimy" does indeed have a taste for the stuff.

Night falls entirely, and though the stars and moon shine above, their light doesn't reach the Cloakwood's floor. The group may as well be underground. Insects, frogs, and night birds sing their songs, and every so often there's the crack of a branch or the rustle of leaves as various animals move about in the dark, but nothing approaches the party as they rest... until dawn.
OOC:
Long rest achieved!

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Nov 22, 2023 7:31 pm
A man moves through the trees towards the party. He makes no effort to hide his approach, and even gives Noctalia a sardonic wave as he passes by the familiar. He seems unbothered by the darkness all about.

"Bold you are, to delve so deep into this forest," he calls to the group. "Bolder still to survive long enough to do so. Why have you come? What benefit do you hope to reap from disturbing this sacred place?"

He's dressed much like Seniyad, but his voice carries a menace that the peaceful druid's did not.
Nov 22, 2023 7:51 pm
"we have come to kill the slavers at the mine and free the slaves. Do you seek to aid us?" Dieter calls back un alarmed.
Nov 22, 2023 7:56 pm
Aiwë leans and whispers to the group. "I think he's one of that other Circle Seniyad warned us about."
Nov 23, 2023 6:19 pm
Quote:
"Sister-girl, show me where the poison glands are?"
"I don't know anything about wyvern biology, but..." Stella tries to identify where the glands are by starting with finding poison on the tail and dissecting back through it. Even if they can't find the glands, they could hopefully extract some poison.

Rolls

Medicine / Survival? - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Nov 23, 2023 6:23 pm
"Greetings, guardian," Stella says in druidic with a bow and defers to Dieter and his question. She was tempted to say 'friend', but he seemed like the distinctly unfriendly type. The sardonic wave made her smile, though.
Nov 24, 2023 1:02 am
The man openly looks over the companions' visible equipment with obvious disdain. His nostrils flare as he sniffs heavily. "You say you wish to purge the rot from these woods, but you bring more rot with you. Begone from this place, or I will strike you down with nature's wrath!"
Nov 24, 2023 1:23 am
"We did not say that," Aiwë smiles, her voice easy in unaccented common. "I will repeat, we are here to kill slavers and free slaves. I understand your concern, but metal gear is not a rot. After all, it may be carried out of the woods at will without leaving any taint behind." She leans back, tapping gently on her hand pan. "A mine however, grows and grows, scarring the land and spreading ore far and wide. 'Rot' definitely seems apt." She shakes her head over minor chords.

"We are under the impression that our skill would be of use in closing the mine, and then we would be on our way. If we cannot be allowed temporary passage here... I suppose we will have to leave it be."
Last edited November 24, 2023 1:25 am

Rolls

I mean, we can just go I guess (you want our help) ((persuasion)) - (1d20+6)

(18) + 6 = 24

Nov 24, 2023 7:52 am
Stella looks over the druid's gear in turn. Was he wearing leather, hide, or something else? She didn't wear much metal either, save for coin, a steel knife, arrowheads, and the metal reinforcements of the buckler she occasionally used—she found that too much meal, such as armor, interfered with her powers. But treating it as a rot? She had seen both the beauty and horror of forged metal—the good and ill it could bring. It was using the minerals of the earth, just like one might use the bone or hide of a felled beast.
OOC:
@Mr. DM, Above is my estimation of Stella's pragmatic perspective, but I'm curious, what would Halla have taught Stella about druids and metal?
To this druid, was it what the gear represented to him, rather than the material itself? The rot of industrialization, of humanoid encroachment on natural cycles. If so, she could support that. Or perhaps it was simply deeply-drilled traditions of his druidic circle.

Or...perhaps it wasn't about the metal.

"When you say rot, do you speak of iron, or...do you sense mineral poison? If the latter, is it...contagious?" she asks, growing worried. She didn't want to directly admit knowing the plate armor of her companions was made of iron affected by the Iron Crisis. But if it were related, perhaps this druid knew something important that they didn't. Apparent ignorance would be better than apparent indifference, she hoped.
Last edited November 24, 2023 8:05 am

Rolls

Insight (What's this guy's real problem with metal?) - (1d20+7)

(8) + 7 = 15

Perception (Also is he wearing leather, hide, or ironwood or something?) - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Nov 28, 2023 1:23 am
"All metal has a foul stench about it, but the one you call iron... It disrupts our connection to the primal energies of this world."

Stella recalls from her mother's words that there is a strong connection, an overlap, between the magic of nature and that of the Feywild - and that many fey creatures are repelled or hurt by some kinds of iron. It could be that druids, who are generally more in tune with nature's magic than most people, are similarly affected. Or, in this man's case, perhaps he just hates what the metal represents, the exploitation and damage that civilization can wreak upon the natural world. He seems to have forsaken metal entirely, wearing hide armor beneath his robes.

His snarl reveals teeth filed to points. "We have heard of this 'Iron Crisis' affecting the city-folk. Perhaps it is the work of Silvanus, a divine retribution against those who would dare to defile nature."

The druid hangs his head for a long moment, eyes darting this way and that, nostrils flaring as he thinks. "If you truly are here to stop the Iron Throne, you must destroy the mine," he reasons. "How do you plan to do this?"
Nov 28, 2023 5:00 am
Stella frowned. How did something that blocked primal energies make it a defilement of nature? Fallen trees could dam up a stream. Clouds could obscure the stars of the night sky. They could cause disruption, but both were part of nature, not defilements of it.

Still, Stella didn't dare contradict him, especially as he bares his teeth.

She purses her lips at his assertion. "I suppose that could be true..." Stella admits, putting a finger to the corner of her mouth. "If we simply free the slaves and drive away the slavers, it could be only a short time before it is made productive again. " She turns to Koveras and Aldous for confirmation, and the other party members for their thoughts. "We could use thunderwaves and shatterings to collapse tunnels, perhaps?" she continues, uncertain.
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Nov 28, 2023 5:43 am
As the druids have their exchange, Aiwë puts away her steel instrument as though she is bored of it and taps instead on her elk-skin drum.

"I will repeat for the third time," Shelur interjects, tone and posture still relaxed and mild. "We are here to kill slavers and free slaves, to shut down the mine. More than that is beyond us. Once it is cleared though, you and the others that care for these woods will be free to do as you like."

Aiwë leans forward with a grin, bearing her small tusks. "I like your teeth," she admires genuinely. "You did all that with a bone rasp?"
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Nov 28, 2023 5:53 am
Dieter pauses for a moment being covered head to toe in steel.

What an idiot. I’m glad Stella isn’t like these bumpkins.

"We don’t need to explain ourselves to him. If he wants to destroy the mine he can. Our job is our own unless he wants to pay us for additional services" Dieter murmurs to the group.
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Nov 28, 2023 6:00 am
"Our job is our own unless he wants to feed us to the trees," Aiwë murmurs back, lips completely still. She pats him reassuringly.

To the druid she speaks up. "So, will you allow us to assist you in clearing the mine? We are ready to move out."
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Nov 28, 2023 9:06 pm
The druid tongues one of his sharpened teeth. "Our ways are our own."

He finally nods. "You will do what you will, and we will allow you. But! You must take her with you." He gestures behind the group to shadowed patch of woods. One of the shadows breaks off from the rest and materializes into a vaguely-canine form, its edges a jagged blur. "She will show you the way to the mine and accompany you inside."

The druid's stare is hard. It's not likely he'll accept 'no' for an answer.
Nov 28, 2023 9:14 pm
Dieter eyes the spectre with distrust.

"let’s move" He says sharply waving the dog to take point with his index and middle finger.

Hopefully this is the last "distinct" circle of Druids to impose their law on him Dieter thought to himself. For guardians of the woods they did little to enforce their will. By his ancestor’s and his own blood were his laws made and maintained.

Of course what these people do is none of Dieter’s concern, all men are free according to their flesh.
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Nov 29, 2023 6:22 am
Aiwë stands. "Sir, yes, sir." She puts herself between Stella and the dog... thing.
Nov 29, 2023 6:25 am
As the party begins their rest, munching peacefully on wyvern, Aiwë ponders Koveras' Orcish.

"Hey, Lordling," she calls to Aldous over the soft sound of lyre strings, her accent lightly Elvish. "What languages do you have?"
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Dec 8, 2023 6:06 pm
The dread wolf lopes forward to lead the way to the mine, peering back every so often to make sure the party follows. Those who follow too closely, however, are met with an chilling aura and a warning snarl. The group remembers the rumors about the Cloakwood containing bridges to the Shadowfell, and this strange wolf appears to confirm them.

(Dieter Insight: Something about the wolf - its appearance, its mannerisms, the vibes it gives off - stirs Dieter's memories. A time before the kind family of dwarves who took him in. A dark past that is mostly forgotten: ...a harrowing chase through nightmare woods, with shadowed monsters all around. Baleful eyes in the darkness, slavering jaws. The terror of being prey...)

The journey takes the better part of the morning, and the distant sun must be close to its peak when the wolf slows its pace. Before the group, mostly hidden in by the surrounding trees and vegetation, is a wall of distinctly hand-crafted wooden planks: the wall of a tall palisade.

The dread wolf sits on its haunches, the dead orbs of its eyes on the party. They've arrived at the mine.
Dec 8, 2023 6:18 pm
Dieter looks into the dark depths of the wolf’s eyes, The hair on his neck begin to stand on end. He feels lost for a moment or a bit turned around.
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Rolls

Insight (is this the place?) - (1D20+2)

(10) + 2 = 12

Dec 8, 2023 7:46 pm
Dieter's past is filled with phantoms; it's hard for him to concentrate on those suppressed memories. However, these are the most haunted woods he's encountered since being adopted by Tulfgar. With those rumors of areas of the Cloakwood being affected by the Shadowfell, perhaps the secrets of his past are nearby. And perhaps the Shadow Druids might know more.
Dec 8, 2023 8:18 pm
Dieter gives a small huff as if he might need to do something he doesn’t wish to do. Rolling his shoulders he limbers up before climbing quickly up a tree to look into the walls
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Rolls

?‍♂️ - (1D20+7)

(12) + 7 = 19

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (13) + 9 = 22

1D20+9 : (11) + 9 = 20

Dec 9, 2023 12:44 am
Stella sends Noctalia to join Dieter and survey the area and try to find a safe way in.

While fairly well-hidden, the tree cover would likely be at a cost. Perhaps there would be some taller trees that could provide entry. She wished they had Sheemish's miraculous ladder...Perhaps she could become a spider again and help them climb? No...she did not want to risk become possessed again. She couldn't be certain how far-reaching the magic was.

She closes her eyes and sees through Noctalia's vision and waits for her and Dieter's report. Hopefully each of them might pick up something useful.

Rolls

Noctalia Perception (Adv. from Keen Hearing and Sight) - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)

1d20+3 : (11) + 3 = 14

1d20+3 : (2) + 3 = 5

Dec 9, 2023 4:38 pm
The palisade surrounds an area the size of a small village. There are perhaps half a dozen large cabins, a scattering of tents, and what looks to be a large lift - presumably the entrance to the mine.

There's only one entrance to the mining camp, a gate around to the west from where the party is, but there are plenty of tall trees within and outside the camp; finding a way to climb inside shouldn't prove too difficult.

Dieter and Noctalia note about a dozen well-equipped guards, three groups of four: one group by on a wooden walkway by the gate, and the other two groups patrolling between the cabins and tents.

To Stella's surprise, the guards notice Noctalia, nudging each other and pointing up at the owl. Several of them ready crossbows. It occurs to her that, given the tension between the Iron Throne and the local druids, perhaps the guards have been instructed to kill or scare off any wildlife.
Dec 9, 2023 5:43 pm
Aiwë crouches in the brush as they wait for the results of the reconnaissance, patting the dirt in a barely audible rhythm. "Hey, Blood, what are the chances of you being able to use the Anchev name to get us in there?"
Dec 9, 2023 6:10 pm
Koveras rolls his shoulders uneasily. "These men and women will almost certainly know of my family, but I doubt my f... I doubt Rieltar will have publicized my current status."

He absently reaches out to touch the grain of the wooden logs that make up the palisade, then tilts his head. "We could always try it, and be ready for a fight if it fails." A scoff leaves his lips. "We wouldn't want to leave guards alive behind us anyway while we're in the mine. I imagine it will be too easy for us to get cornered down there..."
Dec 9, 2023 7:36 pm
Eyes still closed, Stella gasps and bares her teeth in both surprise and frustration. She mentally kicks herself for not having Noctalia follow Deiter's lead and try to stay out of sight.

She instructs Noctalia to casually glide down to a lower branch away from the palisade, then glide out of sight in a direction where the group wasn't, ready to avoid any projectiles (Dodges, if that's allowed). An immediate flight away would confirm their suspicions—normal owls likely wouldn't recognize the threat crossbows represented. An owl simply hunting in the daytime wasn't normal either, but it was possible.

"Crossbowmen have spotted and aimed at Noctalia..." she informs the others with a grimace.
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Rolls

Animal Handling? (Only +1 if a Charisma check would be required instead.) - (1d20+4)

(13) + 4 = 17

Dec 9, 2023 7:54 pm
Noctalia's exit comes at just the right time, and she's gone before any of the guards can set up a good shot. A few moments later, though, a cry of alarm goes up as one of the guards, now carefully watching the trees, spots Dieter!

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Dec 9, 2023 8:08 pm
Aiwë stands quickly. "Sounds like Dieter needs a rescue. Let's try it," she tells Koveras.

"Quickly everyone, stand sharp and follow orders. We're Anchev's mercenaries, and he's come to inspect. If anyone asks, Dieter is part of their test."
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Dec 9, 2023 11:35 pm
Stella falls into line and clutches her tome and staff of fire, trying to look as mercenary-like as possible. She's stands too stiffly, increasingly nervous. She hoped she would just look like she was just nervous due to being a new mercenary.

She eyes the shadowy Dread Wolf. Perhaps Aiwë could just claim it's her own summon.

Should she transform into something? Some kind of trained hound, perhaps? Then she couldn't bet asked any questions and mess things up even more...but then if she needed to talk or cast a spell...?
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Rolls

Portent after last long rest - (1d20)

(14) = 14

Dec 10, 2023 12:38 am
Dieter sees them shift their attention from the owl to his general area, they begin pointing near him…at him. Seeing the part March in formation towards the camp Dieter pauses for a moment then decides to act. He climbs down into the camp. "You caught me! We thought you’d have gotten lax out here but you proved us wrong, good work now open the gate" Dieter says motioning towards camp entrance.
Dec 18, 2023 2:07 am
The dread wolf lets out a low snarl and fades to invisible. Those who know what to watch out for can still feel a faint chill from her direction.
Dec 18, 2023 2:19 am
Dieter's words are enough to keep him from being instantly shot, but the camp is mobilized for trouble.

Koveras' crisp psture returns instantly as the group makes its way around to the camp entrance, and he calls out to the guards in a formal recitation: "We shall rule them from an Iron Throne..."

Several of the guards seem to recognize the half-orc, or at least suspect who he is. There are some quick whispers, and then one of the guards replies: "...built of the weapons of our trade."

The guard who spoke out keeps his hand near the hilt of his longsword. "Thought you might have been some of those troublesome Shadow Druids. What brings you here? We received no word of your coming." He frowns at the rest of the group, obviously trying to place them.

Koveras glares at the guard. "Rieltar suspects the mine may be attacked soon." He drops his foster father's name into the conversation like an anvil. "My entourage and I are here to make sure my father's commands are carried out to the letter. I don't mind making a few heads roll to ensure this position remains secure, but hopefully it won't come to that."

The guards flinch appropriately, and their speaker makes a quick bow toward Koveras. "Of course, sir! I will let Davaeorn know at once!" The gate swings open.

The guard turns to leave, but Koveras' barked command freezes him in place. "Stop! You will not speak of me to Davaeorn. If I am to properly assess the camp's vigilance, it must be without the wizard looking over my shoulder." The half-orc clasps his hands behind his back, broad chest thrust forward and head high. "I suggest you double the patrols out in the Cloakwood, that you might be forewarned if an attack does come. Now stay out of my way." His voice sharp enough to cut stone, he gives a final command: "Dismissed!"

The group of guards pulls away, shouting orders and organizing more patrols. Koveras turns his head slightly towards Aiwe and winks without letting his pose sink in the least. "The ruse works thus far..." he whispers, then cocks his head, listening for further instructions.

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Dec 18, 2023 4:36 pm
Quote:
"We shall rule them from an Iron Throne..."
"...built of the weapons of our trade."
Stella mentally facepalms. She never stopped to consider why it was called the Iron Throne. Apparently, it was as unsubtle of a metaphor for the organization's mission statement as one could get. And she hadn't noticed. Perhaps it was because she was used to dramatic, inaccurate metaphors like "The Spine of the World", a mountain range was nowhere close to where a planet's spine would actually be, and not business empires that were also secret militaristic organizations.

She dismisses Noctalia from wherever she ended up in the trees. Then, she holds her breath and follows the lead of the others as best she can.
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Dec 18, 2023 7:09 pm
Aiwë glances at Stella. "Quite the mission statement," she murmurs to her cousin. She had, of course, stopped to consider why it was called the Iron Throne. She imagined the steel grip the merchants had on their operations, the power their goods had over the region's stability. She had not imagined they sought true rule with the weapons created from their ore. Perhaps it is because she is used to dramatic, illustrative metaphors like "Spine of the World", a mountain range with sharp peaks like an beast's vertebrae, so grand that it demanded the world arrange itself around it's centering line, and not business empires that are also secret militaristic organizations.

Aiwë looks around at the scuttling soldiers with a look of confidence that would suit someone under the command of Koveras Anchev, gestures for Dieter to fall in, then steps in as though to give her quiet report.

"Sheruhk brun," she admires. 'A strong blow'—well done. "We need to head in and confront Daevorn as soon as possible, before he catches wind of us."
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Dec 18, 2023 7:42 pm
Koveras nods curtly, eyes sweeping the camp. "It's probably best we procure a map, then."

He strides forward and calls out to the guard with whom he spoke earlier. "I don't plan on wasting my time getting lost down in the mine. I will need a map of the current operations here."

The guard salutes. "Understood, sir! Unfortunately, we have no maps up here. Our operations room is a couple levels down. But if you find it acceptable, I can assign a guard to accompany you, or even give you a tour myself."

Koveras boldly steps around the guard, making a show of looking him up and down and examining his equipment. For his own part, the guard remains still, eyes focused straight ahead. When the half-orc is in the guard's blind spot, he glances at Aiwe with a raised eyebrow.
Dec 18, 2023 8:04 pm
Aiwë glances at a less experienced guard that would make a good escort, then meets Koveras' eyes again. Better they don't have someone with them that can be an impediment.
Dec 19, 2023 12:03 am
Koveras waves away the guard's offer to accompany the group, and instead points at the guard Aiwe indicated. "You! You're with us. Let's get a move on."

The new guard jumps to attention. "Yes, sir! Right away!" He leads the group to the wooden lift in the middle of the camp. "Down we go!"
OOC:
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Dec 19, 2023 12:20 am
With everyone in place on the lift, the guard throws a lever and the group begins its descent. "First level's the biggest, it's the mine itself. Sprawls everywhere! Next one down is the citadel. Leastways, that's what we call it. It's where the dwarves who built the place used to live. We've refitted it all for operations, and also a prison to hold slaves what need a reminder of who's in charge." He chuckles at that and pats the club that hangs opposite his sword from his belt. "And below that? Well, that would be Davaeorn's own place. Never been down there myself!" He scratches his chin. "Not many do, and even fewer come back up."

The lift reaches the first level down, the mine itself. A large cavern opens up here with torches placed every so often. Numerous tunnels spider out from here. Some haggard slaves, most of them human, look with open fear at the newcomers on the lift, then throw themselves into their tasks in an effort to look as busy as possible.

The guard pulls the club off his belt and rests it casually on his shoulder. He seems to enjoy the way the slaves shrink away from him. "Well, sir! Do you want to examine our work force yourself? I think you'll find we've conditioned them pretty good, but they can always use some more... encouragement." He smirks and flips the club around in his hand, offering the handle to anyone in the group who wants to try it out.
Dec 19, 2023 1:03 am
Aiwë takes the club with a small smile. "You misunderstand," she says with quiet Elvish tone that demands attention. She tucks the club into her belt. "We're here as your... encouragement." She pats the club as he had.
Dec 19, 2023 1:44 am
Dieter gives a small smirk standing in the rear corner of the lift. He had been robotically following Aiwë like a good soldier until now, he was relaxed against the guard rail of the elevator though from an outside view he was probably about as stiff as ever.

"How are you finding your duties here? Are you confident in your chain of command?" Dieter ask.
Dec 19, 2023 11:19 pm
The slaves glance at each other in confusion at Aiwe's use of the club. Though they try not to show it, some of them edge closer to listen to these odd newcomers.

Meanwhile, the guard pales at Aiwe's casual threat, then stares at Dieter. "Um yes, sir... Quite enjoying my... duties! And confidence in my chain of command has never been stronger!" He coughs and splutters. "Not that it was ever weak, no. Erm..."

The guard's eyes dart over the various tunnel passages, and then he brightens as he finds a way to take attention off of himself. "Of course you'll want to see the Plug! It's a bit of a wonder, and completely secure! Come, it's just up this way here..." He takes a few steps towards one of the tunnels, then looks back with a weak smile. "Coming?"
Dec 20, 2023 3:16 am
With the guard flustered and focusing on Dieter, Aiwë walks around him as though inspecting, then winks at the slaves with a finger to her lips when behind his back.

As the guard encourages them toward the 'Plug', Aiwë raises her eyebrows. "You are not a tour guide, you are an escort. You will ask Lord Anchev what he would like to see, and you will take him there."
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Dec 20, 2023 2:08 pm
The guard swallows hard. "Uh, Lord Anchev... Where might I take you and your party? If you don't want to see the slaves or the Plug, then there's our operations room, the prison... Perhaps the mess hall, if you're feeling hungry? Or I can take you straight down to Davaeorn..."

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Dec 20, 2023 8:33 pm
Koveras rubs the stubble on his chin. "I'm sure we'll want to look at the operations room at some point. But first..." His eyes flick to the group, looking for a cue.

Catching the group's expressions, the half-orc looks back at the guard. "Take us to Davaeorn."
Dec 21, 2023 1:08 am
The guard's eyes widen and he nods shakily. "To the wizard himself then!"

He sweeps his eyes over the group to make sure everyone is safely on the lift, and then he pulls the lever again. The group descends to the next level.

Where the mine walls were lined with rough-hewn stone and thick wooden beams, this level of the Iron Throne's operation is nearly breathtaking in its craftsmanship. The dwarves who created the place weren't a numerous underground kingdom, but a small clan of artisans. The entryway here isn't large, but the carved columns lend the place a solemn and respectable dignity. Or at least they would, if not for the Iron Throne mercenaries who have made the place their home.

Coarse laughter echoes off the finely-worked stone, accompanied by the rattling of dice and clink of coin. Humans outfitted in chainmail and leather sit at several tables placed between the room's columns. A few hobgoblins and other humanoids are scattered among the rest, and everyone seems to either be eating on tin plates or participating in one of the various games set up. Everyone except the the two guards who approach the lift, halberds in hand.

The guards seem to take in the newcomers' purpose with a glance, and they fumble for just a moment before snapping to attention. They don't ask the group any questions, and the rest of the room's inhabitants don't seem to be paying much attention.

The party's escort nervously clears his throat. "As you can see we take the recreation of our mercenaries very seriously. They don't exactly have a city to traipse off to when off-duty, so..." He coughs into his fist. "Well, let's be on to the big wizard boss, aye?"

He leads the party across the room and into a hallway of similar craftsmanship. As the noise of the previous room grows distant, the companions notice a handful of doors on either side, an open one indicating that these are all living quarters.

The end of the hallway opens up into a spacious chamber; the operations room, apparently, judging from the tables and desks covered in sheaves of paper and large maps. A handful of men and women wearing officers' badges look up from their work, and-

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Dec 21, 2023 1:10 am
A foul oath leaves Shar-Teel's lips as she makes eye contact with Dieter. There's no hiding the surprise on her face. The other officers in the room turn to her with questioning looks as she clenches her teeth in a force grin. "Just..." She stares at the party. "...still sore from the tussle with that dire boar. You know how it is..."

(Insight: Shar-Teel's wide eyes and small shake of the head seem to indicate she's not going to alert the rest of the Iron Throne forces at the moment, and doesn't want the party to make any drastic moves either.)
Dec 21, 2023 2:27 am
As they descend, Stella gapes at the grand artisanship, then draws her lips to a line at the mention of mercenaries.

Stella had a feeling they would meet Shar-Teel again—she just didn't know when or where—and the Iron Throne Secret Mine wasn't on the list. (She kept a list for nearly everyone they met.)

Despite nearly killing Deiter, it seemed she wanted some kind of cooperation...What was she here for if not regular mercenary business?

She lets the others handle the talking. Drawing open her tome, she steps behind as if she were some kind of scribe taking inspection notes for Koveras. She takes the opportunity to look at the papers and maps and tries to take notes and sketch as much as she can of some of the most relevant maps. Between glances, she makes sure to look at other locations around the room, as to not be too suspicious: the guards and their uniforms, the furniture, Koveras and his expressions.

Rolls

Insight (Anything else Stella can tell about Shar-Teel - (1d20+7)

(6) + 7 = 13

Investigation (Check out the maps and write down interesting info) - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Dec 21, 2023 2:38 am
No way the guards were buying her story, with her eyes glued to Dieter. "Relax, old friend," Aiwë drawls to Shar-Teel. "Settling grudges is for when we're off duty." She pats Dieter's shoulder and glances at Koveras as though nervous their distractions might incite their commander's ire.
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Dec 21, 2023 9:48 am
Dieter isn’t suprised to see Shar-teel though he would like to think few things do suprise him these days. He meets her gaze, his stare is long and hallow as if he is looking through her showing no emotion or comfort. He waits for her to look away first before returning to Koveras’ side, he was on the job.
Dec 21, 2023 8:01 pm
Shar-Teel gives the smallest of nods. She follows Aiwe's gaze to Koveras and cocks her head slightly at the sight of him. "Right! I imagine you're here to see Davaeorn. Well, when you've finished with him, maybe we can catch up."

(Insight: She's glued to her seat at a desk, but it seems like she's waiting for the right moment to up and leave. Clearly she expects something bad to happen, and doesn't want to be around when it does.)
Dec 22, 2023 3:55 am
The guard ushers the group through the room and down a descending staircase. At the bottom is a sturdy door. "This is Davaeorn's suite. I've heard him call it is Sanctum, which is fine; as far as I'm concerned, whatever he says, goes."

The guard uneasily shifts his weight. "Shall I accompany you, my... lords and ladies? Or maybe I should return to my duties...?" He nods quickly, as though the companions have already given an answer. "Yes, my duties! But if you should need of my services again, you have but to ask. Erm... farewell!" He takes the stairs up two at a time, leaving the party alone in front of Davaeorn's door.

(Perception: Several in the group notice the lack of a certain cold shiver. Wherever the invisible dread wolf has gotten to, it doesn't seem to be in the near vicinity.)
Dec 22, 2023 5:14 pm
Sanctum. Stella frowns at the word. Was that just so the wizard could feel grand, or did that have arcane significance?

"He might have traps and wards..." Stella whispers to the others. "Are we sure we want to engage him here? I might be able to disable one or two, but only if I can see them...but if we can get him out, that might be better. Keep an eye out for runes, at the very least..." she says, feeling a sinking pit in her stomach.

Rolls

Arcana / Investigation (Same bonus. Any glyphs in sight? Or where might be places to watch out for?) - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Dec 22, 2023 9:47 pm
On one of the nearby tables Stella notes several maps that seem to detail districts of a major city - most likely Baldur's Gate. One large building stands out to her with the label "Seven Suns Trading Coster" circled in red ink.

Warily checking for traps and magical glyphs, the young druid does perceive a spell on the door. It doesn't seem to be harmful, fortunately, and is likely just a simple alarm in place to alert Davaeorn to the comings and goings of people through the door.

Thinking on the matter of "sanctum", Stella just isn't sure of the word's significance is to Davaeorn. True, there is a spell that allows a powerful wizard to magically secure a room or dwelling, but stereotypical wizards are sometimes known for their grandiose attitudes. Still, can you really expect an evil spellcaster not to have some form of trap or warding within his lair?
Dec 23, 2023 12:48 am
OOC:
Stella casts Dispel Magic on the door.
Dec 23, 2023 2:56 am
Stella's magic subtly unravels the alarm spell on the door, and under Aiwe's magical influence the area becomes cloaked in silence. From there, it's a simple matter for Dieter and Runeson to beat the door down without giving the group's intentions away. And just like that, they're in.

The corridor before them is even finer than the floor above, and not just for the stonework. Lavish rugs run the floor, and large paintings hang on the walls. The room before the group looks to be some kind of foyer complete with some sitting chairs, a small table, and a suit of ornate armor. Off to the right is a small but ornate bedroom. The corridor continues on the far side of the foyer and runs a fair distance, with a small handful of branching passages.

There's no immediate sign of Davaeorn, but the party is not alone. The suit of armor in the foyer begins to emit an ominous red light. It brandishes its longsword, which silently bursts into magical flame, and takes a threatening step towards the group!
Dec 23, 2023 2:56 am
Round 1 Player Phase!
OOC:
We have a battlemap! You can access it here. After clicking the link, you might need me to "accept" you, but then after that you can view the map whenever is convenient for you, and it should work on mobile devices!

It's not a perfect representation, but it should get us all playing in the same ballpark. We're not really counting squares, but you should be able to move the tokens around, and also measure rough distances with the ruler tool. You can even draw shapes on there if you want, to show areas of effect, or show the route your token traveled this turn (if that's important).

I've included for at-a-glance convenience the state of the battlemap at the beginning of this round. It's just a static image, you can't move your tokens on it or anything. Do that using the link I provided above!

I drew a red arrow indicating where the battle horror intends to move this turn, so you can choose to either stand your ground and let him come to you, move up to meet him halfway, or even move right up to where he is to lock him down! Just make your intentions known, and I'll form the narrative around that.

I believe Aiwe's still concentrating on Silence.

As always, questions are good!
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Dec 23, 2023 3:45 am
With the area of silence around them preventing the majority of spells, and so many bodies in the way in the hall, Stella's resolves simply help those in front.

Clutching her tome, she raises her hand and prepares to cast Minor Illusion to try to briefly distract or disrupt the armor's figure's sight when it attacked—if it even relied on sight.

At the same time, she wracks her brain trying to determine if she knows anything about the imposing figure that could help them. If it could light swords on fire...she feared what else it could do.
OOC:
Hoping to impose disadvantage on one of its attacks next round or something by creating a bunch of images of the party members in front of its face. Do what you will with that nat 1 on the Arcana check, though, haha
32 / 32 HP
AC 14
Last edited December 23, 2023 3:50 am

Rolls

Arcana (What does Stella know about this thing, if anything?) - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Dec 23, 2023 5:33 pm
Aiwë continues a steady beat on her shield, but instead of sound radiating outward, all sound within her magical reach is drawn inwards and smothered.

She moves forward behind Dieter, then plants herself in the opening of the hallway, helping to cover Stella and their magic users. Shifting smoothly between her club and her feet, she continues the beat as she throws her club at the Horror. It strikes it square in the head with a resonant clang that could not be heard but the musician could feel in her soul. She followed quickly with her second club, but this one bounced off with a full thud (she imagined) that told her it likely had no effect.

Helmed Horror takes 15 damage. Ignore the second damage roll.

HP: 33/33
AC: 19
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Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+7)

(20) + 7 = 27

Attack 2 - (1d20+7)

(7) + 7 = 14

CRIT DAMAGE - (1d6+10)

(5) + 10 = 15

Attack 2 damage - (1d6+4)

(5) + 4 = 9

Dec 26, 2023 8:10 pm
Dieter rushes in to tie the fiend up. He aggressively attacks the new foe but to no avail.

Dieter deals no damage and expends no superiority die

Hp 50/50
Ac 21
Intercepting the fiend
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Rolls

Disarm - (1D20+8, 2D8+5)

1D20+8 : (9) + 8 = 17

2D8+5 : (74) + 5 = 16

Second attack - (1D20+8, 1D8+5)

1D20+8 : (2) + 8 = 10

1D8+5 : (5) + 5 = 10

Dec 26, 2023 10:49 pm
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Rolls

Koveras vs helmed horror (2 attacks) - (1d20+8)

(9) + 8 = 17

whoops, 2nd attack - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

dmg - (1d6+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Aldous scorching ray vs helmed horror (3 attacks) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (11) + 5 = 16

1d20+5 : (11) + 5 = 16

1d20+5 : (3) + 5 = 8

HH vs Dieter - (1d20+8)

(13) + 8 = 21

dmg to dieter (slashing, fire) - (1d8+5, 2d6)

1d8+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

2d6 : (13) = 4

HH vs Koveras - (1d20+8)

(20) + 8 = 28

Protection Fighting Style disadv - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

dmg to Koveras (slashing, fire) - (1d8+5, 2d6)

1d8+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

2d6 : (34) = 7

Minor Illusion disadv on atk vs dieter - (1d20+8)

(19) + 8 = 27

Dec 26, 2023 11:28 pm
Round 1 Summary

In uncanny silence Dieter and the helmed horror clash! The young fighter's magical sword cuts swiftly through the air at what he believes could be an opening, but the horror's shield tucks up to turn the weapon aside. The air above the animated creature's blade quivers with heat, and Dieter feels that burn as his opponent's counterattack slams home (Dieter takes 15 dmg). The brief flash of Stella's illusory magic does little to hinder the thing's attack - this time.

With tusks bared, Koveras slips out of the hallway to circle around and strike at the horror's back. His first thrust scrapes off the fine plate armor, but his second sinks into a gap. The horror hardly seems bothered (It takes only half-damage from non-magical weapons), and spins around to impale the half-orc through the chest... and it would have succeeded, too, if not for Dieter's timely shield bash. Aim thrown off, the creature's fiery blade slices across Koveras' ribs (Koveras takes 16 dmg).

At that moment, Aiwe's thrown club collides with the horror's helmet with enough force to snap the neck of a normal opponent (Crit! But only half damage from the non-magical weapon). The companions are coming to see that this is no ordinary animated armor. It moves not like a mindless construct, but with the skill and experience of a true warrior. It doesn't flinch as Aiwe's second club bounces off its breastplate, and even Aldous' three fire snakes can't seem to get through its armor.

A deadly opponent. But where is the wizard? The party can only hope their intrusion is kept quiet while they deal with this helmed horror.
Dec 26, 2023 11:44 pm
Round 2 Player Phase!!
OOC:
This guy's nasty! Good luck!
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Dec 26, 2023 11:49 pm
Dieter feels the fire racing across his flesh, some say that pain is weakness leaving the body but those people probably haven’t experienced a lot of it. Dieter screams with hate and anger in the silent void.

Dieter deals 42 damage to the fiend

Hp 36/50
Ac21
In front of the fiend.
Last edited December 28, 2023 8:04 am

Rolls

Attackkkkkk - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (8) + 8 = 16

1D20+8 : (20) + 8 = 28

Precision strike - (1D8, 1D8+5)

1D8 : (8) = 8

1D8+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

Crit disarming strike - (2D8+21)

(57) + 21 = 33

Disaem - (1D20+8)

(15) + 8 = 23

Disaem - (1D20+8)

(19) + 8 = 27

Dec 27, 2023 12:29 am
Seeing Dieter land an incredible blow on the horror with his magical sword, Stella's jaw drops slightly, surprised and impressed.

As it tries to retaliate against the party, Stella waves her hand again, trying another Minor Illusion, this time of Dieter's tower shield in multiple places around the construct, trying to lure it into a missing blow or get it to hesitate long enough for her fiends to safely dodge.

Once they finished this off, then they could find the wizard, and she wanted everyone in one piece as much as possible.

32 / 32 HP
14 AC
Dec 27, 2023 2:25 am
Aiwë grits her teeth. This has to end, fast. She moves in to strike, but can't keep her concentration on the spell and hit its narrow openings.

Big ol' miss.

HP: 33/33
AC: 19
Last edited December 27, 2023 2:27 am

Rolls

Attack - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (6) + 7 = 13

1d20+7 : (1) + 7 = 8

Dec 27, 2023 7:14 pm
I step forward to deliver a blow to the creature.



9 damage

HP : 52/52
AC : 20
Last edited December 27, 2023 7:53 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 - - (1d20+8)

(18) + 8 = 26

Attack 2 - - (1d20+8)

(9) + 8 = 17

Secret Roll

Attack 1 - - (1d8+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Smite - (2d8)

(68) = 14

Dec 27, 2023 9:20 pm
Round 2 Summary

Dieter rises to the occasion with a stunning display of martial prowess, blocking with his shield and striking with his enchanted sword. The one hole that appears in his defenses is quickly hidden by Stella's illusions, while Runeson's shining hammer crunches apart the horror's pauldron. Dieter cleverly severs the animated construct's swordarm, and then finishes it off with six inches of blade through the front of the helmet.

The helmed horror crumples without a sound into a heap of battered armor.

The companions look around quickly to judge if their silent scuffle has been noticed, and find a second helmed horror stepping into the long hallway, flaming sword splashing the nearby walls with flickering orange light.

Stella suddenly feels raking claws on her calf and the burn of insidious poison. An ugly little fiend appears behind her, its bulbous black eyes savoring her pain. A long, forked tongue darts from its misshapen mouth to taste the blood on its nasty little claws, and it grins up at Stella with pointed, crimson-stained teeth.

Rolls

HH vs Dieter (disadv) - (1d20+8)

(6) + 8 = 14

whoops (disadv) - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

HH vs Dieter (2nd attack) - (1d20+8)

(5) + 8 = 13

Mystery Roll

Attack vs Stella (adv) - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)

1d20+4 : (8) + 4 = 12

1d20+4 : (14) + 4 = 18

Dmg to Stella - (1d4+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Stella Con save DC10 - (1d20)

(10) = 10

sneak attack dmg to Stella - (2d6)

(14) = 5

Dec 27, 2023 10:20 pm
Round 3 Player Phase!!!
OOC:
Nice job taking out the Helmed Horror! A second one has arrived in the hallway. Also, note the ugly little fiend over by Stella.

Silence is still in effect.
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Dec 28, 2023 12:32 am
Aiwë curse at the newcomers is unheard beneath her spell. She drops it as she runs back to Stella.

"Bring the fight in as far as you can," she says as sound rushes into the party's ears. "Maybe we can avoid alerting everyone else." With distaste she grabs the morningstar, and the next sound that can be heard is the crunch of it against the little fiend.

"I've got you, sister-girl."

Fiend takes 14 damage. Stella gets bardic inspiration.
Last edited December 29, 2023 2:43 am

Rolls

Fiend attack - (1d20+7)

(7) + 7 = 14

Damage - (1d8+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Fiend attack 2 - (1d20+7)

(10) + 7 = 17

Damage 2 - (1d8+4)

(2) + 4 = 6

Dec 28, 2023 4:38 am
Stella cries in pain, eyes tearing up at the stinging poison, then grows. Right after Aiwë smashes the fiend away from her, she drops Edwin's staff then draws her scimitar and slashes into the creature. The slash isn't as nearly as effective as she was expecting. She scowls as she remembers that fiends are only barely susceptible to nonmagical weapons.

"Gah! Stinking clouds..." she mutters, letting the blade clatter to the ground. "Why do I even bother?"

Her eye-stars flare orange and her body shifts into fiery stars. She lets her tome (held by a strap) fall to her hip, then snaps her bow into position and blasts the thing with a fiery orange arrow.

(Lethal Damage to Little Fiend: 6 nonmagical slashing plus 7 radiant.)

22 / 32 HP
14 AC
Last edited December 28, 2023 4:52 am

Rolls

Scimitar - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Damage - (1d6+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Starry Form Attack (Dis) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d8+4)

1d20+7 : (9) + 7 = 16

1d20+7 : (12) + 7 = 19

1d8+4 : (3) + 4 = 7

Dec 28, 2023 7:59 am
Dieter brings his tower shield up and begins moving down the hallway blocking the helmed monster from getting past him.

Dieter deals 41 points of magical damage to scary armour guy

Hp 35/50
Ac21
Down hallway
Last edited December 28, 2023 8:04 am

Rolls

Attack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (19) + 8 = 27

1D20+8 : (20) + 8 = 28

Crit disarming strike - (2D8+21, 1D20+8)

2D8+21 : (22) + 21 = 25

1D20+8 : (10) + 8 = 18

Distracting strike - (2D8+5)

(47) + 5 = 16

Dec 28, 2023 6:26 pm
I step up next to dieter(if the corridor allows and back him up with my shield and warhammer against the second helmed horror.

Rolls

Attack 1 - wham bam - (1d20+8)

(9) + 8 = 17

Attack 2 - slam splat - (1d20+8)

(8) + 8 = 16

Dec 29, 2023 9:31 pm
Round 3 Summary

Dieter barely seems to slow as the first helmed horror falls, and he sprints down the hallway to assault the second, Runeson and Koveras at his sides. While the helmed horror fends off attacks from those two, Dieter delivers an angled slash that connects at the base of where the thing's neck would be. His enchanted sword rips down through the plate armor, a wound that would have immediately slain an ordinary foe. Lightning crackles along the slice as the construct's magic, nearly dissipated, barely manages to hold the thing together.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the party Stella and Aiwe do their best to rid themselves of the troublesome little fiend. It darts quickly forward to scratch again at Stella, but Aiwe's mighty swing of her morningstar stuns the quasit long enough for Stella's radiant arrow to pierce it through. Motes of starry light float up as the little monster turns into a smear of dark goo.

It's at this moment that Aldous attempts to throw a fire bolt at the helmed horror. The young noble's obviously still getting used to his spellcasting, for he fumbles the fire and it falls from his hand to the ground, where it blackens and flashes across the floor in every direction. Those closest to Aldous feel a tug on their souls as a bit of their life energy is collected by the black flame (Stella and Aiwe each take 3 necrotic dmg), and then the spell pulses back toward Aldous. He gasps as he's filled to the brim with stolen vigor, then looks around in panic at his friends. "I am SO sorry..."

From down the hallway comes the sound of powerful chanting. A robed wizard that can only be Davaeorn steps around the corner, hands raised before him in intricate gestures. And then another, identical wizard rounds the same corner, also engaged in spellcasting. And then a third. The trio of spellcasters are oddly in sync with each other as they step in intricate circles, sometimes one moving in front of the others, sometimes another. Lightning flickers at each Davaeorn's fingertips, no doubt a promise of destructive energy to come!

Rolls

Koveras vs HH2 - (1d20+8)

(7) + 8 = 15

Koveras vs HH2 again - (1d20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Aldous firebolt vs HH2 - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

wild magic surge - (1d100)

(84) = 84

necrotic dmg - (1d10)

(3) = 3

HH2 vs dieter (disadv from Minor Illusion) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (18) + 8 = 26

1d20+8 : (7) + 8 = 15

HH2 vs Dieter again - (1d20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Little Fiend vs Stella - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Dec 29, 2023 10:57 pm
Round 4 Player Phase!!!!
OOC:
Davaeorn/s has/have arrived! As you can see, each of him has 9,999 hit points. Just kidding. I can't put a '?' in the hit point range, so just understand that you can't see his hit points at this time.

Helmed Horror 2 is marked with a green diamond to indicate he's in melee range, and the Davaeorns an marked red to show they're further away, about 30 feet from the party's frontline (Dieter, Runeson, Koveras) and 60 feet from the backline (Aiwe, Stella, Ida, Aldous).

(It's a little bit of a puzzle what's going on with the Davaeorns right now. I bet you'll probably figure it out pretty quickly though!)
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Dec 29, 2023 11:10 pm
I yell, "there’s three of him!" While also swinging at the helmed horror.

Rolls

Attack 1 - - (1d20+8)

(1) + 8 = 9

Attack 2 - - (1d20+8)

(5) + 8 = 13

Dec 30, 2023 12:20 am
Dieter grits his teeth, seeing the new foe he quickly dispatches the helmed horror.

Mediocre

Dieter dives to the side getting out of the hallway. "Clear the hallway!" Didn’t know what was about to happen but if they couldn’t see him they probably couldn’t kill him…hopefully.

Hmm.. where does this room lead to

Dieter deals lethal damage to helmed horror and uses second wind to heal 13 hp

Hp 48/50
Ac21
Hiding in the sideroom and Investigating
Last edited December 30, 2023 12:32 am

Rolls

Attack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (13) + 8 = 21

1D20+8 : (15) + 8 = 23

Damage - (1D8+5, 1D8+5)

1D8+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

1D8+5 : (7) + 5 = 12

Second wind - (1D10+6)

(7) + 6 = 13

Dec 30, 2023 6:02 pm
Stella's confidence grows as she lets out her anger on the fiend. She turns around to see Davaeorn enter the hallway, then another and another with crackling lightning and her heart sinks. The orange stars covering her indigo form flicker to a fearful blue.

The names of possible spells and effects flash through her mind. She couldn't stop the lightning...but perhaps she could cripple his defenses.

The stars across her body flare a determined violet as she draws her bow and runs forward into the room, leaping to the side to avoid the lightning.

"Lady of Silver, dispel this trick!" She fires a flaring shot of radiant purple that streaks down the hall at the wizard and bursts into a constellation of a woman's face bathed moonlight. (Dispel Magic on Davaeorn, plus 12 radiant damage assuming mirror image is dispelled and not all of them are illusions.)

HP 19 / 32
AC 14
Will cast Absorb Elements if hit by lightning
Last edited December 30, 2023 6:07 pm

Rolls

Starry Form Archer Attack - (1d20+7, 1d8+4)

1d20+7 : (19) + 7 = 26

1d8+4 : (8) + 4 = 12

Dec 30, 2023 10:45 pm
Whatever that wizard is up to does not look good. Aiwë whistles sharply. The sound draws all others into it, and the wizard's chanting ceases. Aiwë casts silence.

"Don't stand too close together!" she calls to her friends, then dives into a side room.
Last edited December 30, 2023 10:47 pm
Dec 30, 2023 11:05 pm
Round 4 Summary

The second helmed horror falls to Dieter's cunning blade, and then the air in the hallway begins to tingle with electricity as Davaeorn's spell intensifies.

Purple starlight shines from the eyes of Stella's conjured constellation, revealing truth and dispelling falsehood. As she ducks into the small bedroom, Stella's gratified to see the three Davaeorns succumb to her spell (Mirror Image is dispelled). However, the real Davaeorn does not appear.

Then blinding lightning tears through the corridor, shattering stone and igniting the costly rugs. Some of the companions, having sought cover, manage to avoid the brunt of it (Dieter and Stella take 13 lightning dmg, or Stella takes 6 if she casts Absorb Elements). Runeson seems frozen in place, however, until Koveras manhandles the paladin into a side passage (Runeson takes 13 lightning dmg). The crackling evocation strikes the half-orc full on, hurling him a dozen feet back down the hallway to land sprawling alongside Aldous, who similarly failed to escape the spell (Koveras and Aldous each take 27 lightning damage). Koveras, tough warrior that he is, gets to his feet with smoke rising from his broad shoulders, and he gives Aldous a hand up as well. The young noble grits his teeth in pain, but seems surprisingly fine for having just been struck by lightning.

Aiwe, busy working her own magic, reacts too slowly to the lightning. She dives for the small bedroom near the lift, but is slammed into a wall by the crackling bolt (Aiwe takes 27 lightning dmg). The tough young bard refuses to stay down, however, and continues casting her silence spell.

Seeking cover and a better understanding of the battlefield, Dieter slips into a parlor of sorts just as Davaeorn releases his lightning bolt. He barely enters the room when a magical glyph appears on a rug in the middle of the room. A trap! It glows an arctic blue, then explodes outward in a ring of frost, rolling over Dieter and sapping the warmth from his body (Dieter takes 26 cold dmg). As quickly as it appeared the frost ring dissipates, and shivering Dieter sees a second hallway leading out of the parlor. It appears to slant back towards where Davaeorn cast his lightning spell.

After being pushed into a small study by Koveras, Runeson quickly finds his bearings. The study is opposite the parlor Dieter entered, and Runeson sees the young fighter get frosted over by the arcane trap in that room. But another movement catches Runeson's eye - a third helmed horror animates within the study! The construct's sword bursts into flame.

Clever Stella, peering down the long hallway now marred by scorched walls and singed rugs, notes that though the three Davaeorns are dispelled, there is the briefest shifting flicker of light folded in on itself - a person cloaked by some kind of invisibility? She fires a radiant arrow at the disturbance, and at the last moment a shining blue barrier pops into place to deflect the projectile (Shield spell). The barrier disappears, and in the confusion Stella loses detection of the invisible wizard.

Aiwe's magical silence once again falls into place, this time enveloping the far end of the hallway. If Davaeorn is still there, invisible, he will have a hard time casting more spells.

Seeing his friends hurt, and hurting plenty himself, Aldous Silvershield runs up to the edge of the silence spell. It's still strange to see him run - and with that one frog leg, no less! He thrusts forward both hands and releases a powerful stream of fire into the next room. It flares silently, but all around can feel its heat. The young noble holds the pose and the spell for a long moment, and the stone walls begin to glow a molten red (Invisible Davaeorn passes the save but still takes 10 fire dmg... and fails his save for concentration). And then, silently in the intense heat, Davaeorn's spell of greater invisibility is devoured by the flames, and the wizard appears for all to see.

He doesn't look happy.

Rolls

HH2 vs Dieter - (1d20+8)

(8) + 8 = 16

HH2 vs Dieter again - (1d20+8)

(10) + 8 = 18

Dieter dex save DC 16 - (1d20+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Cold dmg to Dieter - (5d8)

(63872) = 26

Mystery Roll

Stella starry archer form attack disadv - (1d20+7)

(13) + 7 = 20

Dieter dex save DC 16 vs lightning bolt (adv) - (2d20+3)

(317) + 3 = 23

Runeson dex save DC 16 vs lightning bolt (adv) - (2d20+2)

(171) + 2 = 20

Koveras dex save DC 16 vs lightning bolt (adv) - (2d20+1)

(108) + 1 = 19

Aiwe dex save DC 16 vs lightning bolt (adv) - (2d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 6

Stella dex save DC 16 vs lightning bolt (adv) - (2d20+2)

(1410) + 2 = 26

Aldous dex save DC 16 vs lightning bolt (adv) - (2d20)

(76) = 13

Lightning bolt dmg - (8d6)

(45135414) = 27

Davaeorn Dex save vs Aganazzar's Scorcher (adv) - (1d20+2, 1d20+2)

1d20+2 : (8) + 2 = 10

1d20+2 : (18) + 2 = 20

fire dmg - (3d8)

(488) = 20

Davaeorn concentration - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Jan 3, 2024 1:37 am
Round 5 Player Phase!!!!!
OOC:
There were a lot of saves the past round! If you've got Inspiration/Lucky or something and want to reroll a failed save, go for it. I gave everyone advantage on the save vs lightning bolt, so if you reroll that one, do so with advantage again!

Very risky move by Aldous, but it's paid off!

Blue circle on the map is Aiwe's silence spell.

Runeson has Helmed Horror 3 next to him.
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Jan 3, 2024 2:52 am
Stella deflects the lightning with a swipe of her hand (Absorb Elements), but Noctalia vanishes in a burst of sparks and stardust.

Hearing Aiwë cast Silence, and trusting Ida to help Koveras and Aldous if they went down, she steps back into the hall, determined to pin the wizard down. She sincerely hoped this was the right use of their resources...

Visions of her own strange readings in her tome flash through her mind and she starts to see figments of motion around everyone, acting shortly before their physical body does. "The stars align!" Taking advantage on the opportunity, she uses all of her glowing fingers to weave the constellation of Auroth the Ice Snake. A giant version of the constellation materializes in the air by Aldous. "Bind the wizard in the silence!" she requests of the snake. It slithers into the silence, sees the stardust fragments and lunges at the wizard, wrapping around and binding him fast.

(Conjure Animals. Portent to make the attack roll for Constrict a 19 on the die for 25 to hit. Davaeorn takes 15 bludgeoning damage and is grappled and restrained. Escape DC 16)

She then fires a radiant arrow past Aldous and into the silence to strike the mage. (Davaeorn takes 6 Radiant damage)

Stella (13 / 32 HP, 14 AC)
Auroth (60 / 60 HP, 12 AC)
Last edited January 3, 2024 2:58 am

Rolls

Giant Constrictor Snake Damage vs. Mr. Wizard - (2d8+4)

(56) + 4 = 15

Starry Form Archer (Advantage due to Restrained) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d8+4)

1d20+7 : (7) + 7 = 14

1d20+7 : (18) + 7 = 25

1d8+4 : (2) + 4 = 6

Jan 3, 2024 11:43 am
Dieter slinks around the corner and sees Daveron appear. He decides to try and subdue him as well. Dieter smacks him in the kidney with his pommel before attempting to subdue him.

Dieter uses a luck roll to pass his trap dex check and deals 11 damage to the mage then rolls a 23 for grappling. (It’s supposed to be a d8 for damage and d6 for this superiority die.)

Hp idk/50
On top of the mage ideally.
Last edited January 3, 2024 11:53 am

Rolls

Lucky dex save - (1D20+3)

(19) + 3 = 22

Grappling strike! - (1D20+8, 1D6+5, 1D20+1D8+7)

1D20+8 : (4) + 8 = 12

1D6+5 : (5) + 5 = 10

1D20+1D8+7 : (11) + (6) + 7 = 24

Jan 3, 2024 3:20 pm
"We’ve got another one in here!"
As I try to thwack the third helmed horror.

9 damage to helmed horror 3

HP : 39/52
AC : 20
Last edited January 3, 2024 3:34 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 - - (1d20+8)

(5) + 8 = 13

Attack 2 - - (1d20+8)

(18) + 8 = 26

Damage - 2 - (1d8+4)

(2) + 4 = 6

Divine smite! - (2d8)

(33) = 6

Jan 3, 2024 6:12 pm
Aiwë shakes her hands out, trying to soothe the feeling of electrical numbness in her fingertips. Even through it the lilting elvish tune in her throat continued.

Creeping along the wall to avoid being seen, Aiwë takes stock. Koveras seems to be doing okay—better than her after that lightning bolt at least—but Aldous less so. With Stella tied up, or tying the wizard up, that left what healing could be done to her. Stepping into the open, however, risked being targeted, and risked losing her spell.

"Aldous!" she cried around the corner. "Well done! Now get over here so I can keep you up!"

Aiwë will ready a Cure Wounds at level 3 for when Aldous comes around the corner.
Last edited January 3, 2024 6:16 pm
Jan 3, 2024 7:06 pm
Round 5 Summary

Stella's summoned snake snaps out at Davaeorn, biting deeply into the wizard's shoulder while wrapping him tight in starlit coils. Dieter's sword dives in at the same time, sending out multicolored sparks as it bites through any remaining magical wards on the wizard and his robes. Last of all, another radiant arrow from Stella takes Davaeorn heavily in the shoulder.

For a moment it seems like Davaeorn might meet a quick and untimely end, but there's a sudden flash of light... and then the cunning wizard once again disappears, only to reappear at the very end of the long hallway (Contingency triggered + Dimension Door). From his new position, Dieter clearly sees that the hallway ends in... another lift! This one is much smaller, likely able to hold only a couple of people at a time. And Davaeorn is standing in it, his smile both pained and smug.

The wizard raises both hands before him and claps them firmly together. Tiles and chunks of stone tear themselves from the floor and the wall behind him, coming together piece by piece and merging to form a wall of stone before him.

Unwilling to let this dangerous foe escape, Aldous unleashes several glowing darts of force that zip down the hallway, around pieces of the forming stone wall, and onward to strike at Davaeorn. But that blue barrier appears again, absorbing the magic missiles at the last moment and then dissipating (Davaeorn casts Shield).

The stone wall is nearly complete; in a moment, the last chunks of stone will fly into place and close access to Davaeorn.

But there's a sudden blur in the hallway as Koveras, his feet moving impossibly fast, races down the hallway. He drops into a slide, passing through the entryway just before the last pieces of masonry fly into place.

And then both Davaeorn and Koveras are hidden from view as the completed wall of stone comes into being.

The fight isn't over; a cry from Runeson warns the others of the third helmed horror. In the small study, the paladin is pressed hard by the construct (Runeson takes 30 slashing/fire dmg).

Cursing, Aldous stumbles back to Aiwe for healing.

Rolls

HH3 vs Runeson (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 120+8)

1d20+8 : (14) + 8 = 22

120+8 : () + 128 = 128

whoops, 2nd attack again - (1d20+8)

(16) + 8 = 24

dmg to Runeson (2 hits - slashing, fire) - (2d8+10, 4d6)

2d8+10 : (47) + 10 = 21

4d6 : (5112) = 9

Magic Missile dmg to Davaeorn (x3) - (3d4+3)

(333) + 3 = 12

Koveras vs Davaeorn (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (2) + 8 = 10

1d20+8 : (4) + 8 = 12

Jan 3, 2024 8:23 pm
Round 6 Player Phase!!!!!!
OOC:
Davaeorn and Koveras are out of sight beyond a big wall of stone.

Aiwe's silence is still in effect.

Aiwe: pls roll healing for Aldous. He appreciates it!

Helmed Horror 3 is smacking on Runeson pretty hard.
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Jan 3, 2024 9:04 pm
Stella poke herself out from behind the corner and grits her teeth, seeing the wizard teleport away.

Aiwë's words and beats echo in her mind, giving her focus, however. She weaves another spell into a radiant arrow and fires it. "Centaur! Let nothing block your path!" The arrow streaks through the air towards the stone wall, then becomes a charging Centaur. It raises a hammer and swings as it crashes into it, sending it exploding into chunks and bits that fly around and dissipate into stardust. (Dispel Magic with Bard Inspiration. The Wall of Stone is gone.)

Auroth the Ice Snake darts forward lunging at the mage in another attempt to constrict him. It's powerful body crushes through his magical shield and it starts to drag him back into the silence. (Daerevorn takes 16 bludgeoning damage and is grappled and restrained. Escape DC 16)

The centaur then crashes into Daerevorn dealing a radiant blow. His shield seems like it's about to hold, but Stella focuses more of her energy into it, allowing it pierce through just barely. (He takes 11 radiant damage. Unless the DM rules that my bonus action can't be taken after the snake's attack, which would be perfectly fair.)

Stella (13 / 32 HP, 14 AC)
Auroth (60 / 60 HP, 12 AC)
Last edited January 5, 2024 10:10 pm

Rolls

Dispel Magic Wisdom Check vs Wall of Stone (DC 15) - (1d20+4)

(10) + 4 = 14

Auroth Attack - (1d20+6, 2d8+4)

1d20+6 : (18) + 6 = 24

2d8+4 : (48) + 4 = 16

Starry Form Archer Attack - (1d20+7, 1d8+4)

1d20+7 : (12) + 7 = 19

1d8+4 : (7) + 4 = 11

Starry Form Archer Attack Adv. (from Restrained) - (1d20+7)

(16) + 7 = 23

Straining to hit him past the half cover from Koveras. Wild Magic Surge! - (1d100)

(89) = 89

Jan 4, 2024 6:52 am
Aiwë pulls Aldous in beside her as he appears, and the thrumming in her throat seems to pulse down her hand and into him, filling him with energy. (Aldous heals 18hp, and Aiwë gives him bardic inspiration last round.)

With the explosion of stone and stardust, Aiwë glances back out, and sees Koveras and the wizard beyond the confines of her spell. She abandons it.

"Blood!!" she shouts down the hall in Orcish, "keep him off the lift!" Then she groans in a determined song as she ducks back into her hiding place, and silence falls around Koveras and the wizard once more.

(Aiwë casts Silence and gives Koveras bardic inspiration.)
Last edited January 4, 2024 6:43 pm

Rolls

Heals for Aldous - (3d8+3)

(861) + 3 = 18

Jan 5, 2024 12:51 am
Round 6 Summary

Wrapped tight again by the giant snake, Davaeorn recognizes he's in dire peril. The wizard keeps the presence of mind to fight not against the snake, but its conjurer. And so he works a mighty spell of his own, shaping from the Weave an enormous disembodied hand just behind Stella. The giant hand seizes the young woman around the legs and gives her a violent shake, squeezing her hard and trying to disrupt her spellcasting (Stella takes 14 bludgeoning dmg). But despite the pain and disorientation, Stella's mind remains firmly focused, and the giant snake endures, gripping Davaeorn all the tighter.

Aldous, reinvigorated by Aiwe's healing magic, tries to help the party. He looks to Stella, being whipped about by the arcane hand, and starts to shift his weight towards her. But what can he even do against such a conjuration, able only to guess at its nature?

Aiming carefully, Koveras slips his blade between the snake's coils and is rewarded with a gasp of pain from the wizard (Davaeorn takes 8 piercing dmg). "Rrrggah! You dare!" Davaeorn's face reddens with strain. "You're dead, Anchev. You and your friends. Dead!"

And then, once again, Aiwe's magical silence descends on the wizard, cutting off further threats.

Within the study, Runeson's battered form hits the floor. The helmed horror, sword ablaze, steps over the paladin and into the hallway. It turns toward the party's back line and takes deliberate steps toward them...

...and then Aldous steps forward.

The young noble throws up both his hands, making a pushing gesture and a mass of air seems to ripple toward the helmed horror. The construct staggers, but then braces itself and moves forward through the quivering air several more steps. Aldous groans and digs deeper into his magical reservoir, throwing as much force as he can into the spell. And it works! There's a deafening crack of thunder, and the helmed horror is thrown a dozen feet back down the hall (Aldous casts Thunderwave and spends 3 sorcery points to inflict disadv on the save, HH3 takes 10 thunder dmg and is pushed back).

Rolls

HH3 vs Runeson (disadv) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (6) + 8 = 14

1d20+8 : (17) + 8 = 25

HH3 vs Runeson (2nd atk, disadv) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (14) + 8 = 22

1d20+8 : (20) + 8 = 28

dmg to Runeson (slashing, fire) - (1d8+5, 2d6)

1d8+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

2d6 : (42) = 6

Bigby's Hand Athletics to grab Stella (adv) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (19) + 8 = 27

1d20+8 : (7) + 8 = 15

Stella contested Acrobatics - (120+2)

() + 122 = 122

sigh Stella contested Acrobatics again - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

dmg to Stella - (2d6+3)

(65) + 3 = 14

Stella concentration - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Koveras vs Davaeorn (2 atks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (12) + 8 = 20

1d20+8 : (16) + 8 = 24

dmg to Davaeorn - (1d6+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

helmed horror con save vs Thunderwave (disadv) - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)

1d20+3 : (19) + 3 = 22

1d20+3 : (8) + 3 = 11

dmg to HH3 (thunder) - (2d8)

(73) = 10

Jan 5, 2024 9:50 pm
Round 7 Player Phase!!!!!!!
OOC:
This fight is nearly done! But Runeson's down, and the wizard and his helmed horror are still kicking.

Stella is currently grappled by the giant hand.

Silence is in effect around Davaeorn! He might just be out of tricks...
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Jan 5, 2024 10:02 pm
As Stella goes limp Aiwë darts out of cover. She folds Stella's hand between hers and squeezes it gently. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump like a heart. As soon as Stella's eyes flicker open Aiwë runs back to her spot.

"It's now or never! Finish this!"

Stella gains 18hp and bardic inspiration.

AC: 20
HP: 6/33
Last edited January 5, 2024 10:14 pm

Rolls

Cure wounds level 3 - (3d8+3)

(258) + 3 = 18

Jan 5, 2024 10:14 pm
Stella feels her ribs crack for the second time this tenday and screams out in pain as the wizard's magical hand snatches her from behind. Her vision blurs as she goes limp in its grasp. Her constellation snake lunges for a bite, but disintegrates right before it strikes.

Almost as soon as it fades, her vision returns as Aiwë's magic surges through her.
Quote:
"It's now or never! Finish this!"
Tears of pain run down her face, blurring the image of her allies, burnt, bloodied, and bruised. She squirms and fumbles with her bow but can't line up a good shot, even if she could see clearly. She tries a self-guiding shot, but even that is useless as it disperses around the mage's magical defenses. She was useless here. And they all might very well die.

Her eyes settle on the flaming Helmed Horror and she sees the limp, bloody, and gauntleted hand of Runeson sprawled around the corner.

"S-sleep not, Knight!" she stammers in druidic, gritting through the remaining pain.

(Runeson regains 5 HP.)

18 / 32 HP
14 AC (Grappled and Prone)
Last edited January 5, 2024 10:35 pm

Rolls

Healing Word - (1d4+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Davaeorn DEX Save (Adv. 'cause he's crazy) vs Sacred Flame - (1d20+2, 1d20+2, 2d8)

1d20+2 : (20) + 2 = 22

1d20+2 : (6) + 2 = 8

2d8 : (65) = 11

Jan 6, 2024 8:18 pm
My eyes shoot open as Stella heals me. I clutch my chest and where I touch beams healing. (I use the rest of my lay on hands points on myself)
I place myself in front of our backline between them and the helmed horror once more.

I heal 25 health from lay on hands

HP : 30/52
AC:20
Last edited January 6, 2024 8:21 pm
Jan 6, 2024 11:53 pm
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Rolls

HH3 vs Runeson - (1d20+8)

(4) + 8 = 12

HH3 vs Runeson (2nd atk) - (1d20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Koveras vs Davaeorn (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (13) + 8 = 21

1d20+8 : (4) + 8 = 12

Dmg to Davaeorn - (1d6+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Magic missile dmg to Davaeorn - (3d4+3)

(231) + 3 = 9

Jan 7, 2024 9:26 am
Angry that his prey has gotten away dieter turns to give chase but sees his party in mortal danger. He moves to engage the helmed horror

Dieter deals 29 damage to helmed horror

Hp idk
Behind helmed horror.
Last edited January 7, 2024 9:31 am

Rolls

Turn 1 - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (7) + 8 = 15

1D20+8 : (10) + 8 = 18

Luck x2 - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (10) + 8 = 18

1D20+8 : (9) + 8 = 17

Action surge - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (19) + 8 = 27

1D20+8 : (3) + 8 = 11

Damage - (1D8+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Turn 2 - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (16) + 8 = 24

1D20+8 : (17) + 8 = 25

Damage - (1D8+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

DamGe - (1D8+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Jan 11, 2024 5:39 pm
Round 7 Summary

Davaeorn's chest heaves for breath as Stella's giant snake vanishes into motes of starlight. The wizard has little time to recover, however, as Koveras presses the attack (Koveras deals 7 dmg to Dav). At the same time, Aldous gathers the last of his magical reserves an launches a trio of magic missiles at the wizard (dealing 11 force dmg to Dav).

Back in the hallway, healing light flows from several of the companions. The helmed horror advances to once again face Runeson, but suddenly staggers as Dieter unleashes a whirlwind of attacks from behind. The construct's animating force is nearly depleted, but it has just enough left to stay in the fight.

Davaeorn manages to fend off Koveras long enough to reach into a pocket of his robes and produce a wand. Instead of pointing it at one of the companions, which likely would have required a futile command word within the zone of silence, the wizard desperately grips the wand at each end and snaps the spellcasting implement in half... and chucks the sparking pieces at Koveras' face!

The half-orc just barely ducks away from the improvised projectiles, which leave pockmarked craters in the wall behind him. He levels his sword at Davaeorn's throat and prepares to move in for the kill.

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Mystery Roll #2

Koveras Dex save - (1d20+4)

(13) + 4 = 17

Jan 11, 2024 5:53 pm
Round 8 Player Phase!!
OOC:
Whew! 8 rounds of combat is a lot! Let's finish this thing!

The map is basically as it was last round, except Dieter's now behind the Helmed Horror. So probably not worth updating the map at this point.

Silence is still up!
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Jan 11, 2024 5:56 pm
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Rolls

Atttttttaaaaaaack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (3) + 8 = 11

1D20+8 : (9) + 8 = 17

Jan 11, 2024 10:17 pm
As the arcane hand crushing her dissipates, Stella drops to the ground, then rises to her feet, driven by the echos of Aiwë's rhythms and words. Seeing the helmed horror stalk forward, she picks up her bow and knocks an arrow of radiant stardust. Her arms tremble, but all seems to go quiet except for the heartbeat of Aiwë's drums. She breaths deeply, allowing her to hold her bow steady, then takes the shot.

The arrow tears through the horror's helm, blasting it off and sending it rolling and clattering down the hall.
(Guiding Bolt. Helmed Horror takes lethal damage.)

HP 18 / 32
AC 14
Last edited January 11, 2024 10:28 pm

Rolls

Guiding Bolt vs. Helmed Horror - (1d20+7)

(11) + 7 = 18

Bardic Inspiration - (1d8)

(2) = 2

Damage - (4d6)

(2525) = 14

Jan 12, 2024 9:56 pm
Aiwë looks around, assessing her friends. Alive. All alive, for now. Koveras doesnt look like his head is in a good place, but she has no time to do anything about it. It's too close, everyone is too wounded.

Maybe, maybe she can take the kill from him. She breathes deep and darts from her corner, scooping up her mallets as she goes.

Only one hits its mark. Wizard takes 6 bludgeoning damage.

HP: 6/33
Last edited January 12, 2024 9:58 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+7)

(1) + 7 = 8

Attack 2 - (1d20+7)

(14) + 7 = 21

Damage - (1d6+4)

(2) + 4 = 6

Jan 12, 2024 10:03 pm
Round 8 Summary

Dieter manages to occupy the helmed horror long enough for Stella to finish it off with her spell, and the construct clatters to the floor.

Koveras, tusks bared in a silent snarl, chops at Davaeorn with his sword, but the wizard's remaining wards seem to be enough to deflect the blows.

Aiwe's mallets come twirling in, and one of them hits Davaeorn hard in the shoulder. The other bounces off a wall. Koveras uses the opportunity to close in, crowding Davaeorn into a corner of the small lift. With one hand gripping the wizard's robes, he raises his blade high...

...and a flash of fire sears down the hallway, under Koveras' swordarm, and strikes Davaeorn squarely. The fire erupts, consuming cloth and flesh in one horrible instant. Though Davaeorn's screams are lost in the void that is Aiwe's silence spell, it doesn't take long for the smell assault everyone's senses.

Aldous falls into a sit in the hallway, finger still outstretched from where he fired off his spell. His face is grim, but his wide gray eyes betray a fair amount of shock as well.

The wizard and his metallic minions are defeated.

Rolls

Koveras vs Dav (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (4) + 8 = 12

1d20+8 : (2) + 8 = 10

Aldous firebolt vs Dav - (1d20+6)

(18) + 6 = 24

dmg to Dav - (2d10)

(108) = 18

Jan 12, 2024 10:19 pm
Dieter drags the helmed horrors away from the immediate line of sight of the door.
Jan 12, 2024 10:21 pm
Koveras lets go of the wizard's robes and watches the body burn for a moment, then turns calmly to look down the hall at Aldous. There's something dark in his eyes, and in the set of his tusked jaw. The eeriness of the silence spell doesn't help.

Then the half-orc shakes his head and seems much more his stoic self. He toes Davaeorn's body to make sure the wizard truly doesn't have any tricks left, then walks down the hall and out of the area of silence.

"Silvershield, that was some spell! I didn't know you had it in you!" He chuckles and pulls Aldous to his feet. "You managed yourself very well in this fight. Well, except for when you sucked the life out of some of us..."
Jan 12, 2024 10:25 pm
Some of the shock seems to leave Aldous' eyes as Koveras helps him up, and he even manages to grin sheepishly. The mention of his necrotic backfire elicits a wince though. "I... Well. Just goes to show that no matter how mighty your magic, if you haven't got true friends to watch your back, you'll still lose!"
Jan 12, 2024 10:43 pm
It looks Stella a few moments to realize the fight was over, and a few more to process Aldous' words. She nods slowly, feeling drained. She had never used that much magic in such a short time. Not to mention nearly dying.

She blinks a few times, then assesses her companions and pulls out her Healer's Kit and gets to work.

"The silence spell damped a lot of the noise, but we still made a lot of noise, not to mention the lightning bolt...we best find a place to recuperate, or at least get in a better position...What's our next step?" she asks, glancing at Dieter. He tended to be the most tactical-centric one among them, but her question is to everyone.
OOC:
Assuming we have about a minute, everyone regains HP.

Koveras: 9 + his max number of HD
Aldous: 7 + his max number of HD
Aiwë: 11
Runeson: 16
Dieter: 14
Stella: 13
Last edited January 12, 2024 10:48 pm

Rolls

Healer's Kit on Koveras, Aldous, Aiwë, Runeson, Dieter, Stella - (1d6+4, 1d6+4, 1d6+10, 1d6+10, 1d6+10, 1d6+10)

1d6+4 : (5) + 4 = 9

1d6+4 : (3) + 4 = 7

1d6+10 : (1) + 10 = 11

1d6+10 : (6) + 10 = 16

1d6+10 : (4) + 10 = 14

1d6+10 : (3) + 10 = 13

Jan 12, 2024 10:47 pm
Aiwë wants to sit down, but they are far from safety.

"You okay, sister-girl?" Between words and breaths Aiwë mutters an elvish lullaby about dark skies and their stars as she looks Stella over. She keeps up her awful Silence spell, just in case.

She also keeps an eye on Koveras, watching to see how stable his mood is.

"I've got some more boosts left in me, but I don't think we'll find a place or the time to rest properly, even for a little while." She sighs with relief at Stella's aid.

"What do you think, Blood? Will the mercenaries go running now that their boss here is dead, or are they loyal higher up?"
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Jan 12, 2024 10:59 pm
Quote:
"You okay, sister-girl?" Between words and breaths Aiwë mutters an elvish lullaby about dark skies and their stars as she looks Stella over. She keeps up her awful Silence spell, just in case.
Stella applies a salve to some of Aiwë's burns then staunches and bandages some of her wounds. "Mmm?" Oh...I think so. I just...really pushed myself. And had my ribs crushed again." She forces a smile. "Thanks for...you know, keeping me alive. And your words and music. It helped."
Quote:
"I've got some more boosts left in me, but I don't think we'll find a place or the time to rest properly, even for a little while."
She nods and continues working.
Jan 12, 2024 11:12 pm
(Perception: As she's working over the various injured companions, Stella notices movement down the hall, from within Aiwe's spell of silence. Someone else is down here.)

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Jan 12, 2024 11:17 pm
Quote:
"What do you think, Blood? Will the mercenaries go running now that their boss here is dead, or are they loyal higher up?"
Koveras grunts as he cleans his sword off with a rag. "Probably depends on the mercenary. I wouldn't count on most of them being overly loyal. Shar-Teel certainly wanted out. But there are bound to be some who stick around, at least until they learn that Davaeorn is dead."
Jan 12, 2024 11:36 pm
Dieter grimaces "we’ll have to finish the job, we should find a spot to rest before we finish the rest of them"
Jan 13, 2024 1:37 am
"Hole up in here for an hour or more?" Aiwë frowns. "I don't think that's possible. I think we need to either break the news that Daevorn is dead, or try to fake him telling everyone we are."
Jan 13, 2024 4:10 pm
Quote:
(Perception: As she's working over the various injured companions, Stella notices movement down the hall, from within Aiwe's spell of silence. Someone else is down here.)
Stella freezes for a just a moment. "Company!" She drops her bandages and whips out her brow, knocking an arrow and aiming it at the figure.
Jan 13, 2024 4:59 pm
Aiwë readies her hammer and walks toward where Stella's arrow is pointing, scowling as she enters her Silence spell.
Last edited January 13, 2024 5:00 pm

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+1)

(8) + 1 = 9

Jan 13, 2024 5:04 pm
Dieter whips around in time to see Aiwë enter the silence zone. He notices she didn’t check a corner he would have which causes his neck hair to stand on end. He runs over to follow her in and in his haste he also doesn’t check that corner
Last edited January 13, 2024 5:04 pm

Rolls

Perception - (1D20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Jan 13, 2024 5:34 pm
Having been spotted by the party, a young man dressed in the robes of an apprentice wizard steps into the open. Intricate, swirling tattoos creep up above his collar, and appear to continue all the way down to his wrists. He raises his hands in obvious surrender, shaking his head and mouthing 'don't shoot!'
Jan 13, 2024 5:45 pm
Dieter restrains the acolyte, binding his hands and fingers. He does so with authority but not roughly.
Jan 13, 2024 6:42 pm
The apprentice doesn't put up any struggle. Indeed, his eyes keep drifting back to the charred pile that was Davaeorn. It's obvious he doesn't want to meet the same fate.
Jan 13, 2024 6:54 pm
Dieter brings him to his knees then face down to the ground with care. With his subject now unable to resist he pats him down looking for an arcane focus or anything of interest.
Last edited January 13, 2024 6:57 pm

Rolls

?‍♂️? - (1D20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Jan 13, 2024 6:59 pm
Following Dieter's lead, Stella searches Davaeorn's remains, grimacing as she does. He had some powerful defenses on him...perhaps he had some additional arcane foci as well.
Last edited January 13, 2024 7:00 pm

Rolls

Investigation if applicable - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Jan 13, 2024 7:00 pm
Dieter finds a palm-sized glass orb in the apprentice's robes. He also notices that the robes are particularly fine; they probably cost several hundred gold pieces, at least.
Jan 13, 2024 7:08 pm
Meanwhile, Stella's search of Davaeorn's... pile... yields a couple of interesting discoveries.

For one, after removing some ash, she finds Davaeorn's robe is mostly unharmed by the fire, or by the numerous wounds she knows he took in his last battle. It must have a powerful enchantment.

Second, she discovers a dark leather envelop of sorts, embossed with the Iron Throne's crest. A line of small, interlocked metal rivets on one end seems to keep the thing closed.
Jan 13, 2024 7:22 pm
Dieter holds the ball up for the group to see then puts it in a pouch. He stares at the back of the young apprentices head for a moment as he works, he could have been him numerous times before Dieter thought. If the attack had gone wrong it could have been Dieter lying face down being searched. but he would be dead Dieter thought lying in his own blood unrestrained.

"I guess we are not so alike you and I, my story will continue where yours will most likely end...soon.

Dieter pulls the mage up to his knees to make him ready for questioning. He stands beside him with a knife ready to dispel any magic the boy might attempt to conjure.
Last edited January 13, 2024 7:23 pm
Jan 13, 2024 7:28 pm
With the robes draped over one arm, Stella holds up the envelope and steps out of the silence. "Correspondence?" she says. She hands the robes to Aldous to hold on to for now, then examines the envelope for any sign of magical glyphs and tries to open it if she finds nothing.

Rolls

Investigation (investigate envelope) - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Jan 13, 2024 9:15 pm
Finding no magical protections, Stella easily opens the envelop and finds two letters written in the same hand.
[ +- ] Letter to Davaeorn (1)
[ +- ] Letter to Davaeorn (2)
A large key also tumbles out of the envelop.
Jan 13, 2024 9:35 pm
"Looks like the Seven Suns may not be as helpful of an ally as you thought," Stella remarks, showing Koveras the letter. "I saw it circled on their maps back there too..."

She picks up the key in inspects it for any familiar designs or symbols and shows it to the others as well. "Now what does this go to...? Keep an eye out for locks around here."

She looks around nervously, glancing at Aldous a few times but doesn't say anything more as Dieter begins interrogating the acolyte.
Last edited January 13, 2024 9:39 pm

Rolls

History (if applicable) - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Jan 13, 2024 11:19 pm
Koveras frowns at the letter. "The parchment looks fairly old. They've had their eyes on the Seven Suns even longer than I'd assumed. I wonder how high in the organization their agents have spread..."
Jan 13, 2024 11:21 pm
Stella finds a few wavy lines engraved on the key. It looks like a depiction of... water?
Jan 13, 2024 11:29 pm
Aiwë guides the apprentice right to the edge of the Silence spell, his face just crossing the barrier.

"What's your name?" She stands ready to shove him back into Spell.
Jan 14, 2024 12:05 am
The young man blinks. Apparently being right on the edge of the silence spell is disorienting. But his lips quiver into a weak smile and he answers. "Uh... Stephan. You know, with a 'p-h'?"
Jan 14, 2024 1:33 am
Aiwë cocked her head, feeling out the name and it's spelling.

"Nice. I like it. I'm Aiwë, like a bird. We're here because we don't like slavers or plans to start wars for personal gain. What's your opinion on those things?"
Last edited January 14, 2024 1:36 am
Jan 14, 2024 5:35 pm
Stephan's eyes grow even wider, if possible. "Look, I wasn't part of anything, I swear! I was just supposed to be studying magic with Master Davaeorn. I'm rarely even allowed out of this suite of rooms down here!" He swallows hard. "I just did as I was told and didn't ask any questions. Honest! Please don't kill me like you did Master Davaeorn!"
Jan 14, 2024 5:41 pm
Aldous walks gently up to Aiwe and whispers, "I didn't recognize him at first, but I think he's the son of some minor nobility in the Gate. I can't imagine anyone living in this mine and not knowing anything about the goings-on here. Even if he claims not to be involved, he must know something about the Iron Throne's plans."
Jan 14, 2024 6:14 pm
"You didn't ask questions or poke around? Ever?" Aiwë raised her eyebrow. "Why not?"

Rolls

Insight - (1d20+1)

(11) + 1 = 12

Insight adv - (1d20+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Jan 14, 2024 7:23 pm
Dieter tightens his grip on Stephan’s collar giving it a small tug.

Dieter gives the help action to Aiwë
Jan 14, 2024 7:44 pm
Stephan winces at Dieter's treatment of him, but doesn't complain out loud. He looks around at the companions' faces. "Did you even know Master Davaeorn? He wasn't the type to take questions, much less give answers. He-"

The apprentice stops as he gets a good look at Aldous. "You're Duke Entar's son! I saw you once at a ball. Do you..." Stephan clears his throat and adopts a more formal tone. "Lord Aldous, surely you can assure these fine folk that I'm telling the truth and will be no trouble at all! Please, tell them to let me go!"
Jan 14, 2024 7:52 pm
Aldous takes a deep breath, then offers Stephan a small smile. "Of course! Why, you and I are practically cousins, aren't we?" He spreads a hand toward the party. "These men and women are no mere sellswords. Why, they're on the path to become the Gate's greatest heroes in ages!"

The young Silvershield taps his lip thoughtfully as he regards Koveras. "Except that one. Half-orc, you know." He holds a hand up beside his mouth and stage-whispers. "He can... get a little upset when things don't go smoothly for us. What happened to your master was practically a garden walk compared to the bloodbathes that he's- Well. Do you... know of anything about this place that might make our stay not go... smoothly?"

Rolls

Aldous deception - (1d20+6)

(15) + 6 = 21

Jan 14, 2024 7:55 pm
Koveras leans forward, letting the hallway's shadows fall across his face. Without breaking eye contact with Stephan, he cracks his knuckles thunderously and then crosses his arms over his broad chest. "You don't want to know what happened to my last prisoner."
Jan 14, 2024 8:02 pm
Stephan's eyes flick back and forth between Aiwe, Aldous, and Koveras. He feels Dieter's grip on his collar. And he sees the way Stella shies away from what's happening.

"Uh. Uhhh..." He glances again at Davaeorn's remains. "The key! You found Davaeorn's key, the one he keeps in that leather envelop? It's to the Plug!" He licks his lips. "Davaeorn said the mines used to be flooded and the Plug keeps that from happening again. I think there's a prisoner in the cells who knows more. Yalsick, or something, an old dwarf!"

He leans down as low as he can get given his ropes and starts shaking. "That's all I know! That's all I know, I swear!"
Jan 14, 2024 8:36 pm
Aiwë frowns first at Koveras, then at Aldous. "Cool your blood. You, don't encourage him." It's hard to tell if she's joining in the deception or not.

"Peace, Stephan. We won't hurt you unless you hurt us." She gestures for Dieter to put his knife away. "Are there evacuation protocols for the mine?"
Last edited January 14, 2024 8:38 pm
Jan 14, 2024 10:06 pm
"Um, well there's a big bell by the Plug. Everyone knows that's bad and to get out. But other than that... Um. Master Davaeorn and I just always used that lift over there, so I don't know what the other people do."
Jan 14, 2024 10:25 pm
Dieter loosens his grip on the boy as he expertly sheaths his knife, it’s a long piece of hard steel with a dull cross guard and pommel devoid of the flair and pomp of other knives. His is a hard tool, an instrument of death in dark and quiet hours.
Last edited January 14, 2024 10:25 pm
Jan 15, 2024 7:53 pm
Stella watches the exchange, studying Stephan and impressed by Aldous' act...or...well, she was pretty sure it was act. She honestly couldn't tell how much of it was. That alone was both impressive and...well, a bit unsettling. She was usually pretty good at reading people.
Last edited January 15, 2024 7:55 pm

Rolls

Insight - (1d20+7)

(7) + 7 = 14

Jan 15, 2024 8:15 pm
From what Stella can tell, this young man is exactly what he says: an apprentice wizard who had an unfortunate choice of master. He's obviously in over his head with these criminals. At the very least, he's probably smart enough to know when to quit.

A part of her wonders what kind of reward the party might get from his family. He is from a noble house, after all.

As for Aldous, she knows him well enough by now to see the twinkle in his eye.
Jan 15, 2024 8:42 pm
Dieter releases his grip on the boy

"I’ll go for the bell"
Last edited January 15, 2024 8:44 pm

Rolls

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (7) + 9 = 16

1D20+9 : (19) + 9 = 28

Jan 15, 2024 8:43 pm
"That bell can help us clear the mine and let us free the slaves before we pull the Plug." Aiwë guides Stephan free of the Silence spell as Dieter releases him. "Oh! Looks like Dieter's on it." She cuts his bonds free.

"Anything valuable or sentimental down here? Now's the time to get it, this will be underwater soon."
Last edited January 15, 2024 8:48 pm
Jan 16, 2024 7:13 pm
Dieter carefully goes back the way the party came, up some stairs, to the office level. With elvish magic to help him, combined with his carefully honed skills, he passes through the level without anyone truly noticing him.

Boarding the lift unnoticed is the trickiest part of his mission. Many minutes pass while he observes the comings and goings on the lift, but then opportunity strikes...
OOC:
I think it'll be more fun to have Dieter explain how he manages the lift, so just put that in purple sometime!
As he moves into the mine itself, the young man's able to pick up his pace. Here the light is dim and flickering, and neither guard nor slave notices his passing. Still, it takes some time wandering the tunnels to find the Plug's location.
OOC:
Everybody except Dieter can have a short rest, if they wish. Dieter gets Inspiration though!
About an hour after leaving the group, Dieter steps silently into a rough-hewn passage. This tunnel is much darker than the others, but the young man can barely make out several torch sconces on the walls. Unlit. A quick test with his fingers tells him that the torches are still warm...

A little worn out from the battle with Davaeorn and the subsequent sneaking, Dieter shifts his weight... and one of his boots makes the smallest of splashes in an unseen liquid on the ground. And then he smells it: blood. A lot of it.
Jan 16, 2024 7:16 pm
No longer held so tightly, Stephan shrugs. "I'm sure Davaeorn has some valuable things around. Spell scrolls and the like. Or his spellbook! But I don't want any part of it." He shivers. "I just want to put this place behind me."
Jan 16, 2024 7:18 pm
As Stella finishes tending to wounds, she perks up at the mention of scrolls and a spellbook. Even if she couldn't use it, they could be sold for a lot.

"Where?" she asks simply.
Jan 16, 2024 7:20 pm
Stephan points to a side chamber. "Probably in his creepy altar room. I... never went in there..."
Jan 16, 2024 7:23 pm
"Creepy altar room?" Aiwë goes to look, gesturing for Stephan to follow her. She abandons the silence spell with relief.
Jan 16, 2024 7:31 pm
Stephan groans stiffly as he rises, still with arms bound. "Okay..."

The altar room reminds Aiwe a bit of Mulahey's lair. That same sense of unease, of something lurking. Of evil. It would seem that Davaeorn was a devout follower of an awful deity. One entire wall of the chamber is painstakingly carved to resemble a grinning skull with a river of blood droplets swirling about it. The black altar in the middle of the room is adorned with the same motifs.

Resting on the altar is a closed tome.
Jan 16, 2024 7:46 pm
"So it IS a cult!" Stella mutters with a mix of satisfaction and disgust peering inside. Her eyes briefly tinkle between a curious green and a sickened green.

She started to wonder whether the robes were cursed...She glances to Aldous, whom she had given the robes to. "We might want to avoid putting those on..." she says, eyeing them. "They might be cursed...Unlikely, but perhaps we should wait until we find a cleric or more powerful wizard who can remove it, if needed."

She turns back to the chamber and tilts her head towards the book. "I can see why you don't want it," she says to Stephan. "Maybe we should just destroy it? With the kind of enhancements he has, it might survive the flooding...though it could have some answers too..."

She studies the room for glyphs and possible traps.
Last edited January 16, 2024 7:47 pm

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Jan 16, 2024 7:53 pm
Dieter watches the lift for a while, he notices a younger guard make his way to the lift. The guard is a bit disheveled and clearly has been crying. Dieter knew his type, Dieter used to be him. the guard was lower on the pecking order and at an establishment like this that meant hazing. The difference between Him and Dieter is that Dieter wouldn’t work for these people which in turn meant he didn’t work with people that hazed him… at least not anymore. seeing no one else coming Dieter simply climbs on the lift with the guard.

Through careful application Dieter has learned that the best place to hide is sometimes right in front of the subject themselves. The guard doesn’t see him, he doesn’t want to see him. Nobody wants to see a 6’2" fully armoured thing glide out of the darkness especially in his moment of weakness. Besides the whole thing was an oxymoron, an impossibility.

When the lift reaches the bottom the guard comes to his senses and turns to look at the intruder..but he’s gone, like he was never there.
He wanted to go home, he was too deep and his dad was right. He didn’t care anymore about the iron throne’s benefits or pension plan, his armour didn’t fit right and his socks are damp. He doesn’t get off the lift like he should he simply activated the lift back to the surface and hopefully home.
Jan 16, 2024 8:15 pm
Dieter pauses for a moment A thousand scenarios playing out in his mind. Was he alone? What spilled this blood? He couldn’t see, could his opponent see? Who would be advantaged by the light? He formulates a plan.

Dieter puts his hand in the blood and presses his hand prints into each of his breasts then he draws a trail from each eye slit down like tears flowing then joined by three fingers down where his mouth would be. Satisfied he lights a torch then draws his Longsword with both hands

They would fear him, and he will win.

Rolls

Intimidation - (1D20+3)

(18) + 3 = 21

Jan 16, 2024 8:38 pm
"Stunning iconography," Aiwë says, only a little sarcastic. "I think you're right, Stella. Definitely a cult." She looks at Koveras. "Good money says Rieltar's part of it. This display ringing any bells, Blood?"
Jan 16, 2024 9:02 pm
Ready for a fight, Dieter does his best to see through the darkness surrounding him, looking for any clue as to what he faces.

After a long moment, he can hear the soft click of claws on stone. The barest rattling of a growl. The two dead-gray eyes staring at him.

It's the dread wolf that accompanied them into the mine.

It's a heavy moment, looking into that empty stare. Once again, Dieter can feel the repressed memories surfacing of the desperate escape from his first home...

...the claws of branches whipping across his face as he runs... the snarls of pursuit... the wailing of a scared child... "HELP!!!"

Dieter comes back to himself in the dark, sweat-slicked hands gripping his longsword. The eyes are gone! Is he even facing in the same direction as before his memories took hold?

Rolls

Mystery Roll - (1d20)

(13) = 13

Jan 16, 2024 9:04 pm
Then a dim light blossoms before him, held in the hand of a human woman dressed in bark and bone. A dark green tattoo weeps from her left eye down her cheek. Her eyes, glowing dimly with magic, peer intently at Dieter. "Painted with blood..."

It's then that Dieter notices two corpses in the passage. Both wear the insignia of the Iron Throne, and both have their throats ripped out.

The human holds the magical light a little higher. "Who are you?"
Jan 16, 2024 9:09 pm
"I am you by another name" Dieter replies. His grip on his sword doesn’t change but he doesn’t make any aggressive moments.
Jan 16, 2024 9:11 pm
Aldous holds the robes up to his neck as though checking the fit. "Cursed? Cool!" He winks at Stella to show he's joking. "Actually, I was wondering why you handed these to me. I figured it was just to hold them for a minute. Isn't that what gentlemen do, hold stuff for ladies?"

He gives the robes a more serious look. "They don't exactly give off an aura of nice, you know?"
Jan 16, 2024 9:13 pm
Koveras stares grimly at the morbid designs. "It seems Davaeorn shared an interest with Rieltar beyond the Iron Throne. This is the symbol of Bhaal. The god of the man who murdered my mother."
Jan 16, 2024 9:18 pm
Aiwë puts a hand on Koveras' arm briefly, then walks around examining the room.

"I'm wondering if there even is a distinction between the Iron Throne and this cult of Bhaal, at least for the uppers."
Last edited January 16, 2024 9:19 pm

Rolls

Religion (Who Bhaal?) - (1d20)

(15) = 15

Jan 16, 2024 9:18 pm
The woman flinches as if slapped. There's confusion in her eyes. And fear.

(Insight: Dieter gets the impression that this woman isn't used to dealing with either emotion. If he strikes now, she's probably too distracted to defend herself.)
Jan 16, 2024 9:21 pm
Seeing her eyes off him for a moment he steps into the shadow

Rolls

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (15) + 9 = 24

1D20+9 : (3) + 9 = 12

Jan 16, 2024 9:26 pm
(Religion: Bhaal is the Lord of Murder, god of assassins and ritualistic killings. Or, at least he was. He was killed during the Time of Troubles, an era of upheaval in which the gods were cast from their thrones down to the mortal realms and forced to walk the earth as men and women.

These days, only the most dark-hearted and secretive dare to revere the Dread Lord. Dead as he is, they receive nothing from him in return for their debased murders.)
Jan 16, 2024 9:31 pm
Quickly, silently Dieter slips out of sight. Peering from the darkness, he sees the woman's eyes refocus, then widen in surprise. It lasts only a moment, and then she growls low in her throat. It's a dark, primal sound, and Dieter watches her form quickly melt into that of the dread wolf.

The light goes out.

The growl does not.
OOC:
Roll initiative!

If you get an 11 or higher, you can act first.

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Jan 16, 2024 9:34 pm
Unburdened by his shield Dieter cuts aggressively at the She-Wolf.

"I am death"

Dieter deals 48 damage to the wolf

Hp 36/58
Ac 18
Last edited January 16, 2024 10:22 pm

Rolls

Initiative!!! - (1D20+3)

(18) + 3 = 21

Attack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (17) + 8 = 25

1D20+8 : (19) + 8 = 27

Damage - (1D10+5, 1D10+5)

1D10+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

1D10+5 : (10) + 5 = 15

Action surge! - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (8) + 8 = 16

1D20+8 : (9) + 8 = 17

Damage! - (1D10+5, 1D10+5)

1D10+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

1D10+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

Jan 16, 2024 10:23 pm
"We shall rule them from an Iron Throne built from the weapons of our trade," Aiwë sings. "It does sound a fair bit like a group that would revere a dead god of murder and assassins." She runs her hand across the relief on the wall.

"Folk will stick to even a dead god, if they feel like he justifies them. That's all they need. But still, does Bhaal have a pantheon he left behind? Like how Gruumsh left Luthic and Shargaas?"
Jan 16, 2024 10:47 pm
Each of Dieter's swings would have slain a normal wolf, but had his sword not been magical, it would have done little to hurt this unnatural creature. But magical it is, and it bites deeply into the dread wolf's flesh! Under the onslaught, the growl turns to a whimper of pain, and then finally to a human grunt.

Dieter can't see her, but from her gasping breaths he knows she's back to her human form. Her bare footsteps splash in the blood from the two corpses as she retreats a short distance down the passage, the sound of hands slapping stone a sign that she can no longer see in this darkness.

Then she stops.

"If you are death... you are a failure, Dieter!"

She begins chanting, and there's a dim glow of light from her fingers as she casts her spell. Enough light that Dieter can make out the large bell hanging from the ceiling. And a large circle of wood protruding from the wall.

On the far side of the Plug, the shadow druid causes roots to grow out of the floor, ceiling, and walls. They slip into the smallest cracks around the Plug's edge and then surge with growth. A magical rune appears on the Plug's surface, and for a moment it seems that even this druidic magic won't be enough to pop it open. But then the woman's eyes glow with nature's pure wrath, and under her outstretched hands the roots swell even larger...

...and the Plug breaks.
OOC:
Let's have two saves from Dieter, a Str save and then a Con save! DC 16 for both.
Jan 16, 2024 10:49 pm
Koveras shakes his head. "I never wanted to know anything about Bhaal." He turns away from the room. "I still don't."
Jan 16, 2024 10:50 pm
oh no.

Rolls

Saves str then con - (1D20+7, 1D20+4)

1D20+7 : (3) + 7 = 10

1D20+4 : (14) + 4 = 18

Luck - (1D20+7)

(7) + 7 = 14

Jan 16, 2024 10:57 pm
Aldous pipes up. "Well, from my studies I know that Bhaal was one of the Dark Three, now known as the Dead Three. Alongside Bane and Myrkul, that is." He tilts his head as he regards the foreboding symbols. "Mortality, to godhood, to whatever gods become when they die."

He turns to Aiwe and shrugs. "I don't know that the Dead Three ever had much in the way of company beyond each other. Bhaal least of all. I suppose Bane probably lorded over a number of other gods... What that might have to do with our cultists here, I've no idea."
Jan 16, 2024 11:01 pm
A surge of water blasts from the Plug, strong enough to hurl Dieter back down the tunnel. He careens and scrapes against the rock walls as he goes, no doubt scarring his fine armor, but manages to get his feet back under him and stand (Dieter takes 13 bludgeoning dmg, but in the end isn't prone). This far down the passage, there's no sign of the druid woman.

As he struggles to take in what's happened, Dieter realizes that soon this entire mine will fill with water.

And his friends are at the bottom of it.

Rolls

dmg to Dieter - (4d8)

(5512) = 13

Jan 16, 2024 11:10 pm
No no no no no no

"WATER! GET OUT!" Dieter yells at the top of his lungs. He screams it until his throat is raw.

He runs to Daveron’s lift. If the lift isn’t on its way down he starts sending it down all the while screaming down the hole "GET OUT!"
Jan 16, 2024 11:11 pm
"I want to know as much as I can, if it keeps more victims from his hands." Aiwë folds her arms with a frown. "Myrkul was resurrected. If he can be... Well. We better figure out what the Iron Throne is really up to." She looks at Stephan.

"Who is your family? Where do they live?"
Jan 16, 2024 11:16 pm
As loud as Dieter yells, as fast as he runs, the water surging past his ankles gets their first. It doesn't take long before the tunnels are filled with shouts of alarm from guards and slaves both!

Locating Davaeorn's personal lift isn't easy. By the time Dieter finds it, a lot of water has already poured down the shaft. The lift itself is at the bottom, as Davaeorn was home when the party found him.

Dieter's one consolation is that his friends must be aware of the situation by now!
OOC:
We'll come back to Dieter in a bit.
Jan 16, 2024 11:19 pm
Stephan's about to answer, when the sound of falling water comes from the direction of Davaeorn's personal lift.

Stephan immediately pales. "...we're all going to die..."
Jan 16, 2024 11:23 pm
"GO! GO!" with a voice that booms too loud for her frame, Aiwë herds everyone out the door.
Jan 17, 2024 3:05 am
The group rushes towards their best bet for a quick escape - Davaeorn's lift. It wasn't made to comfortably hold more than a couple people at a time, but Aiwe, Stella, Runeson, Aldous, Koveras, and Stephan manage to squeeze in. With cold water pouring down the shaft, they set the lift in motion.

Up, up, up. The lift is meant to bypass the other levels of the mine and go straight up to the top. Ropes creak, wood groans, and water roars. It makes for an unnerving, uncomfortable, long trip.

It's also dark.

The lift hasn't ascended more than a couple dozen feet when a section of the wooden floor of the lift suddenly gives way. Ancient wood bearing too much weight. It's unlucky Runeson who is atop the section when it breaks, and the heavily-armored knight nearly falls away into the darkness below. Fortunately he gets his strong hands around one of the lift's beams and manages to halt his fall with only his lower half dangling out the bottom. For the moment.

The paladin's grip on the wet, old wood is slipping even as the beam bends threateningly.

Rolls

Mystery Roll - (1d6)

(3) = 3

Runeson Str save DC 16 - (1d20+6)

(10) + 6 = 16

Jan 17, 2024 3:42 am
Dieter lets out a yelp of elation and stress as the lift starts to go up. He looks around if there’s a manual crank to assist it with.
Jan 17, 2024 5:29 am
Quote:
"Actually, I was wondering why you handed these to me. I figured it was just to hold them for a minute. Isn't that what gentlemen do, hold stuff for ladies?"
She smiles, her stiff demeanor finally softening for the first time since entering the compound. "Yes, it was just to hold them for now. But I just wanted to make certain."
Quote:
"They don't exactly give off an aura of nice, you know?"
She puts a finger to her lips as she purses them. "Mmm, you're quite right. Not very fitting for you at all."

She grows solemn as the discussion turns to discuss dead gods and cultists.

When the sounds of alarm come, her face pales and her eyes widen in panic, scoops up her fallen bow and staff and joins the group in their sudden escape.


Stella screams as the floor breaks and she clings onto Aiwë. She draws a brief constellation, then tries her best to give her some room to help Runeson. "Strength of the Centaur..." (Guidance for +1d4 on a check to help Runeson)
Last edited January 17, 2024 5:31 am
Jan 17, 2024 3:44 pm
With the crack of wood and Stella's scream, Aiwë grabs her immediately, but it wasn't her who needed the help. "Runeson!" With a sudden surge of cosmic strength, she grips the backplate of his armour and hauls him onto the unbroken part of the platform.

"Don't stand up!" She shouts over the rushing water. "We need to spread our weight, like on weak ice!"
Last edited January 17, 2024 3:51 pm

Rolls

No you don't! (Athletics) - (1d20+1d4+7)

(19) + (3) + 7 = 29

Jan 17, 2024 4:03 pm
Aiwe's advice is fitting. As they group spreads their weight out as best they can in the cramped conditions, water continues to pour down on their heads. The cold darkness seems unrelenting, and at times the companions can't even tell if the lift is moving, or how much progress it's made. But as more wood splinters and falls away, they realize that standing will soon not be an option.

to make things worse, from the whimpers heard between splashes, someone in the group is close to panicking.
Jan 17, 2024 4:06 pm
Dieter does find a crank. Wooden spokes with leather-wrapped grips jut out from a nearby wheel on the wall. the good news is that it's moving, so it's likely that someone is coming up the lift. The bad news... it looks like the wet rope coiled around the wooden wheel is slipping rather than catching properly, no doubt slowing down the progress of whoever's in the lift.
Jan 17, 2024 5:30 pm
In the cramped conditions and sound of the water, Aiwë can't tell who it is that's upset, except she knows they're all upset.

"My mother says I have Orcish eyes," she begins with the first song that comes to mind. "Orcish eyes!" her cry echoes into the shaft. "Orcish eyes. My mother says I have Orcish eyes. They're as strong as the sun in the cloudless sky, but they're never so strong as when I let them cry."

Her song has a strong beat, drawing the others into it and encouraging their beating hearts and heaving breaths to align. ((Aiwë casts Calm Emotion))

"My father says I have Elvish hair, Elvish hair! Elvish hair.
Brown like the bark of the Oak so fair,
Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows,
Like the thorn in the stem of a blooming rose.

I'm a map of the world and the ones before, one foot in sea and one on shore, every step every hope held high! Im a map of them all with my Orcish eyes."


Last edited January 17, 2024 5:32 pm
Jan 17, 2024 5:49 pm
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Dieter attempts to assist the machine

Rolls

Athletics - (1D20+7)

(4) + 7 = 11

Luck - (1D20+7)

(20) + 7 = 27

Jan 17, 2024 7:07 pm
As the floor continues to disappear into the void below, the companions grab whatever with cold-numbed fingers to keep themselves aloft. Stephan's whimpers come more strongly as he struggles to keep from falling.

And then Aiwe's song reaches the ears and hearts of those around her. Despite the seemingly odd circumstances, all the distractions work to her advantage. The pouring water creates a percussive backdrop, and the lift sways idly in time. They're not hanging, they're floating in a calm, empty space for a timeless moment as Aiwe sings through her verses.

In the darkness, arms wrapped tightly around an overhead beam, Koveras is motionless as he listens to Aiwe's song. The half-orc's red-glowing eyes are mirrored in Aiwe's own as he watches and listens. Even Stephan ceases his cries.

They all feel a noticeable change as Dieter re-engages the winch and gets cranking. It's exhausting work for all involved, but when the lift reaches the top and the party is reunited, Dieter hardly seems winded.
OOC:
DC 16 con saves from everyone except Dieter! Remember Runeson gives you a +2 bonus to saving throws just by his paladin-self existing! If you fail, you get 1 level of exhaustion (which basically means disadvantage on ability checks until you take a long rest).

Rolls

Aldous con save - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Koveras con save - (1d20+6)

(19) + 6 = 25

Stephan con save - (1d20+1)

(5) + 1 = 6

Jan 17, 2024 7:15 pm
Seeing the party Dieter is elated. He quickly rubs his hands against his visor and chest to wipe off whatever of his daubing still remains before anyone sees.

He assists everyone off the lift. "We need to go! The wolf, it betrayed us!"
Jan 17, 2024 7:26 pm
"My uncle says I have travelling feet." Aiwë throws her hair back with a performers flourish when stabilizing Stephan looks her way. "Travelling feet! Travelling feet. Slippers for princesses don't fit me, but I dance to my own drum bright and bold, and my travelling feet always get me home!" She meets Koveras' eyes with a smile, and in her glinting red gaze there is steel determination. Her arm tightens around her own hold and Stella's waist. She will get everyone home.

As they arrive at the top of the lift Aiwë passes Stella and Stephan across then bends to help Runeson stand. "What about the slaves and prisoners?"
Last edited January 17, 2024 7:30 pm
Jan 17, 2024 7:32 pm
"They’ve already gone ahead, we are probably the last ones left"
Jan 17, 2024 7:51 pm
After making sure everyone else is across, Aiwë exits the lift. "You think the druid or guards let them out of their cages?"
Jan 17, 2024 8:02 pm
"I wouldn't trust any Iron Throne henchman to give a prisoner the time of day, much less think to free one in an emergency like this." Koveras checks his weapons and armor while he talks. He moves methodically, by rote. His voice is as hard and emotionless as stone. "But I'm more concerned about what's happening by the entrance. Will the slaves make a run for it? Will the guards cut them down? Is there anyone left who might care about our group?"
Jan 17, 2024 8:05 pm
Stephan's once-fine robes, now swollen with water, seem to weigh the young wizard heavily down. He looks at Aiwe with incredulity. "So what if there are prisoners down there? There's nothing we can do for them!"
Jan 17, 2024 8:11 pm
Aldous looks grimly down the lift shaft. The young noble's lips are blue with cold, but his eyes burn with anger. "Imagine being captive to these louts and cultists for gods know how long, only to drown alone in a dark cage..."

He looks at the others, eyes now pleading. "What can we do for them?"
Jan 17, 2024 8:12 pm
Dieter gets in Stephan’s face "watch yourself, boy. You’re alive by her graces."

Dieter turns to Aiwë and Stella "can Stella turn into a fish or something, if I or Runeson go down there we’ll surely drown"
Jan 17, 2024 8:18 pm
Stephan's had enough. "Boy?! I'm probably older than you! And what about your graces? You're the one who went to the Plug, and now the place is flooded."

His fingers spark with arcane energy as he glares into Dieter's visor. "Maybe you should watch yourself, so you don't get any more innocents killed."
Jan 17, 2024 8:23 pm
Quote:
Dieter turns to Aiwë and Stella "can Stella turn into a fish or something, if I or Runeson go down there we’ll surely drown"
Shivering, Stella draws her lips to a line then nods, her eye-stars flashing fierce violet with determination. "I...haven't done it before, but I think I can do it. How do I get there from here?" She turns to Stephan who probably knows the layout better than anyone, then begins tapping out a constellation.
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Jan 17, 2024 8:24 pm
Aiwë steps between Dieter and Stephan, glaring hard at each of them. "Quit wasting air, it's becoming precious," she scolds, voice low. Where once her loud voice filled them with courage now it's quiet drains their energy and heat. She looks to Dieter.

"Get them out," she orders, jerking her head at their friends. In that moment, something about the angle of her jaw or the set of her brow echoes her uncle in a startling way. She looks to Stephan.

"Where are the cages?"
Last edited January 17, 2024 8:39 pm

Rolls

Focus! (Intimidation) - (1d20+6)

(17) + 6 = 23

Con save - (1d20+2)

(14) + 2 = 16

Jan 17, 2024 8:25 pm
"I think I’m quicker than you, I also think you know a lot more about your master than you let on" Dieter calmly whispers back. His dagger is suddenly in his hand and pointing at the wizards groin

Rolls

Intimidation - (1D20+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Last luck - (1D20+3)

(1) + 3 = 4

Last luck - (1D20+3)

(20) + 3 = 23

Jan 17, 2024 8:28 pm
As Dieter and Stephan starts bickering, Stella growls and her eyes-stars flare red for a moment. She's about to shout some sense into the boys, but Aiwë beats her to it. The constellation fades away as she loses focus. She huffs and begins again.

(During the elevator ride, Stella will cast Shape Water to direct the water flow away from herself and those crammed next to her, to give advantage on the CON save.)
Last edited January 17, 2024 9:21 pm

Rolls

CON Save vs Brrrrrrr Exhaustion (Adv.) - (1d20, 1d20)

1d20 : (19) = 19

1d20 : (20) = 20

Jan 17, 2024 8:30 pm
Dieter looks away as Aiwë restores order.

"let’s move, we need to secure the entrance. Everyone else with me"
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Jan 17, 2024 10:37 pm
Stephan scowls at Dieter, but moves away to answer Stella's question.

He holds his hand up horizontally as he explains, moving it to show the relative levels of the mine's layout. "There are three levels. The top level is where the mining happens. Next one down is what they call the citadel - barracks, operations, mess hall, and the prison."

The mageling looks down at the lift shaft and shivers. If you go down this way, you'll end up at the bottom level, Master Davaeorn's suite. Swim down the long hallway, out the far door, and up the stairs. That'll put you on that middle level, in operations. I think if you turn right from that main room, that hallway leads to the prison."

Stephan shakes his head. "Better you than me. Not all the money in the world would get me back down in that hole."
Jan 17, 2024 10:48 pm
Dieter, who's now more familiar with the mine's twisting tunnels than the rest of the party, easily leads to a nearby exit - no doubt Davaeorn's preferred way to get in and out.

The group steps out into daylight. Or, at least as much daylight as penetrates the Cloakwood's thick canopy at this time of day. It's still brighter than the mine's meager light, and far more welcome.

A quick glance around shows they're still within the mining camp's palisade, on the far side of one of the cabins from the mine's main entrance. The air's thick with yells of panic, confusion, and possibly even violence. From what they can see, it looks like many of the slaves are having a run for it, sprinting for the palisade's gate.
Jan 17, 2024 10:56 pm
Aiwë grabs Stella's hand. "I can't go with you," she says, pained at that unarguable fact. "You don't have to go. But if you do, I'll be waiting and ready, for you and any others."

Stella gets bardic inspiration.
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Jan 17, 2024 11:20 pm
Stella pauses and meets Aiwë's red-tinted eyes with her own, calm, sparking violet ones. "I'm a Melerelel. There might be people who need me, and I have the power to help." She grins, cold water dripping down her face. "Besides, we need more heroic tales to tell!"

She turns away, checks to make sure he has rope on her pack, then finishes tapping out her constellation in the air...a walrus. She gestures uncertainly. It wasn't the prettiest of creatures, Stella thought, but it was the only coastal wildlife she was really familiar with, it was accustomed to the cold, and it could move about on land, if needed. They had spotted a shark when infiltrating the gnoll castle, but never got a good look at it.

She takes a step back, shifting nervously, then glances back at Aiwë and Aldous. "See you soon!"

She draws her lip to a line then runs forward and leaps through her constellation. She hovers in the air for a moment, as her body shifts into stars that swells into the shape of a walrus. Then she plumets, diving into the depths below.
Jan 17, 2024 11:27 pm
Dieter draws his sword and shield.

"We need to hold the gate for the slaves to escape."
Jan 17, 2024 11:54 pm
Stellrus falls nearly fifty feet before hitting the water, her new coat of blubber protecting her from the impact. Relying as much on memory as her senses, she follows Stephan's instructions and swims straight down the shaft.

Davaeorn's suite is nearly completely submerged, apart from small air pockets near the ceiling of some of the rooms. It gives her hope that similar pockets will be available in the rest of the mine - particularly the prison. She nearly gets a scare from one of the battered helmed horrors that was displaced by the flooding.

Upon arriving in the operations chamber, she noses past drifting chairs and hundreds of soaked pages, then swims down the hallway to the right... and comes to her first real obstacle.

A closed door.
Jan 18, 2024 12:13 am
The water must have pushed it closed, Stella reasons. She swims up to it to examine the handle and find a way to pull it open. A semi-ornate round iron handle, likely one with a spring latch. For being mere secret base, the Iron Throne didn't spare many expenses when it came to operations...

She tries to grip it with both flippers and turn it, but she finds her new body awkward to move and her skin slides off. She reorients herself, swirling around the water as she does. She lines herself up, opens her mouth, and swims forward then clamps her mouth down on the handle between her tusks, then twists her body trying to turn the handle and pull back, but slips again.

Frustrated, she swims back into the operations room to look for anything that might help her turn or break the handle before she just tries to ram it open.

She finds and bites onto some books—they might provide her some better purchase on the handle. She swims back to the door and maneuvers one book face on side of the handle, holding it in place with one flipper, then places the other book face on the other side. Then she presses her flippers together as hard as she can, moving one up and one down, trying to get the handle to turn.
Last edited January 18, 2024 12:56 am

Rolls

Deterity ? - (1d20-1)

(8) - 1 = 7

Investigation (Subtract 3 if Perception fits better) - (1d20+7)

(19) + 7 = 26

Strength? - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Jan 18, 2024 12:55 am
Quote:
"I'm a Melerelel. There might be people who need me, and I have the power to help." She grins, cold water dripping down her face. "Besides, we need more heroic tales to tell!"
With a massive grin, Aiwë kisses their joined fists and pumps them into the air with an exuberant howl. Then she releases Stella for her dive (she'll be upset later when she learns the spectacle she is missing) and takes off down the mine for the main lift.
Jan 18, 2024 2:39 am
Walla's trick with the books works! The knob turns, there's an echoing *snick*, and the door opens.

There are a half-dozen prison cells in the next chamber, each lined with metal bars. Five of them are empty, save for the water filling them. One of them holds a dwarf. His blonde hair and beard billow in the water as he presses his face against the ceiling, desperately sucking air from a small pocket there. The pocket's so small, there's no way the air there is still fresh. Indeed, as Stellrus approaches, she sees the dwarf begin to drift in the water. If he's not unconscious now, he must be on the verge.

There is, of course, the matter of the dwarf's cell door (also made of metal bars) being shut and locked...
Jan 18, 2024 2:51 am
Dieter leads the party to the palisade gate, where a number of guards stand in a line in front of the gate. Obviously this lot wasn't part of the panic underground. They wave their drawn weapons and yell at the approaching stream of unarmed slaves, obviously ready to spill blood.

At the sight of the approaching party of adventurers, these guards set their shields in place and hold their swords at the ready. Behind them on the palisade walkways, a second group of guards raises crossbows.
Jan 18, 2024 2:53 am
Round 1 Player Phase!
OOC:
Easy setup: Front Rank is 6 guards with sword and shield, on the ground in front of the gate. They're grouped close together. Back Rank is 4 guards with crossbows, they're up on the palisade walkways, reasonably spaced out.

Each of the guards has 10 hp, so for every 10 dmg you do, you take out one guard! Dmg from a single attack spills over to the next guard. So if your sword swing does 15 dmg, you kill 1 guard and the next guard is half dead. Make sense?
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Jan 18, 2024 2:58 am
"we’ll kill you as we killed your masters!"



Dieter kills three guard and should probably stop trying to do intimidation checks
Hp 23/58
Ac21
Last edited January 18, 2024 6:40 pm

Rolls

Intimidation - (1D20+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Attack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (11) + 8 = 19

1D20+8 : (9) + 8 = 17

Damage - (1D8+5, 1D8+5)

1D8+5 : (2) + 5 = 7

1D8+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

2nd turn attack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (7) + 8 = 15

1D20+8 : (19) + 8 = 27

Damage - (1D8+6)

(8) + 6 = 14

Jan 18, 2024 3:11 am
Koveras breaks off from Dieter's group to jog through the running water alongside Aiwe. "You shouldn't go off alone, cousin. I'm coming with you." His expression doesn't give any room for compromise.

The orc-blooded pair make their way through the dark, wet tunnels towards the main lift. With just the two of them, strong and able to see in the dark, they make good time. It gets easier when they can follow the screams.

With water up to their waists now, Aiwe and Koveras enter the chaos of the large chamber with the lift. The lift itself has broken from most of its ropes and floats as a raft atop the water. Light from the large opening above shines down on a mass of guards and slaves climbing over each other like rats in an attempt to grab hold of ropes, beams, whatever they can to get out of the rushing water.

Even as Aiwe watches, a guard on the raft swings his sword around wildly, desperately trying to rid himself of the people grabbing his legs to pull themselves up. One man, a fellow guard, gets sliced with the wayward sword and falls backward into the water. Dead or dying, his body is quickly swept away down a dark tunnel.

Koveras wipes water from his eyes with one hand, his other gripping the wall. "This madness... They're killing their own!"

Jan 18, 2024 3:24 am
Aiwë looks at Koveras in surprise as he joins her, but gives a tusky grin and no argument.

At the sight of the chaos, Aiwë frowns. "They're scared, and we're the only ones who will help them. Come on." She howls, guttural and commanding—an entirely different sound than the screams and shouts of terror.

"Listen or drown!" She shouts when the surprised group looks her way. "You!" She points to those armed. "Weapons away!" She points to those trying desperately to climb the raft. "You! Stay as you are! There is air for all of us if we act now, and none at all if this continues."
Last edited January 18, 2024 3:31 am

Rolls

Cool it and listen!!! (Intimidation) - (1d20+6)

(4) + 6 = 10

Help from Koveras - (1d20+6)

(10) + 6 = 16

Jan 18, 2024 3:40 am
Koveras joins Aiwe in her howl, then stands calmly (and imperiously) beside her as she gives instructions. His glare travels specifically among the armed guards.

As Aiwe speaks, she sees the mad terror leave the eyes of most of the people. They're still riled, but at least with her present they might be reasoned with.

An older slave, one obviously overworked, underfed, and beaten all too often, clings weakly to the side of the raft-lift. His voice rings out just fine though: "You would have us work with our oppressors? They'll never let us go home."
Jan 18, 2024 3:42 am
Stella doesn't bother looking for a key. She swims over to the lock, then braces herself for the cold as her form changes to stars that rearrange and fade back into her girl form. The cold clutches at her, seeming to suck away her held breath. With a flick of her wrist, she freezes the water inside the lock, expanding it. The lock bursts with a crack that reverberates through the churning water. She puts one foot on the bars next to the door and heaves it open, then kicks furiously to get to the dwarf.

Next, Stella draws out her bag of holding—the one containing the iron ingots from Beregost; it would have at least a bit of fresh air in it. Fresher air at least.

She sculpts a small cylinder of ice, places her mouth on one end, slides the other end into the bag, then blows air through the straw. She then slides her thumb over the straw's opening to prevent water getting in and freezes where the straw meets the bag, creating a seal.

"Mmmm!!" she grunts, trying to get the dwarf's attention, then guides the straw into the dwarf's mouth, keeping her other hand tightly around where the straw enters the bag and treading water with her legs. If she could just get him enough air to hold on...
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Jan 18, 2024 3:48 am
"And if you fight them here you will drown. As will you," Aiwë looks sharply at the guards. "A pyrrhic victory, not worth retelling, not worth your lives. First, we live."

She wipes water from her face and looks around.

"You," Aiwë points at some guards on the raft, "grab that rope and toss it here. When we have a good hold, start pulling." She looks at those clinging to the raft. "The rest of you make room for others to hold on. On my mark, start kicking. Now, act or die!"
Jan 18, 2024 3:54 am
The dwarf's mouth instinctively closes on the ice straw and he begins breathing through the tube. His emerald-green eyes flicker open as he comes to himself, and then there's a moment of near-panic as he sucks hard on the straw, hungry for more than the small amount of air permitted passage by the straw.

But this dwarf is more patient and disciplined than most folks. He turns his head to one side and coughs a stream of bubbles into the water, clearing out whatever liquid might have found its way in, then carefully and deliberately steadies his breathing through the straw. In the matter of a minute he seems to be lucid, in control, and breathing well. And inquisitive! His green eyes search Stella's features and attire. Whatever he sees seems to satisfy him, and he gives her a small nod.

Whatever the plan is, he's ready to follow along.
Jan 18, 2024 3:58 am
Both guards and slaves heed the young woman. One of them tosses the indicated rope, and Koveras moves quickly to snatch it from the water.

Behaving as he wants the rest to, he focuses all his attention on Aiwe. "What next, cousin?"
Jan 18, 2024 4:11 am
As the dwarf steadies himself, Stella feels her lungs screaming for air as the coldness pressing inward. She uncoils her rope and ties one end around the dwarf, then swims out of the cage and ties a much larger loop. She can hear Awie's encouraging words in her mind, but it only goes so far as her chilled fingers still refuse to work right. It'd have to be enough.

She traces in the water, leaving faintly glowing words in her finger's wake. "EXIT WHERE" (Just flavoring the color effect of Shape Water)

After seeing where he points, she closes her eyes, her hair loose from its usual ponytail and flowing around her. Her body dims then gleams into stars that rearrange and rematerialize back into a walrus. She swims through the loop, filling the loop and dragging the rope along when it reaches her chest and she turns her back to the dwarf for him to grab on. She turns her head baring one of her tusks to give him another handhold if he really needed it.

Once he grabs hold, she makes for the exit.
Last edited January 18, 2024 4:25 am

Rolls

Dexterity to Tie Knots - (1d20+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Bardic Inspiration - (1d8)

(4) = 4

Jan 18, 2024 4:16 am
Aiwë thumps Koveras on the back. "You pull towards the exit, and I'll keep them in line and watch for stragglers."

Then she beats three times on her shield for their attention. "We don't have time to fix the lift, and it won't carry all of you. We want out as much as you, so trust us when we say there's another way, and we can make it if we hurry. Now. At the ready!" She points down the corridor with her mallet and cries, "Go! Pull, pull, kick, kick!" She marks each encouraging command with a beat on her shield, keeping everyone coordinated and in time.
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Jan 18, 2024 4:39 am
The dwarf's eyes twinkle in understanding, and he makes some basic gestures to indicate the best way out: the main lift's shaft.

Finding it isn't difficult; it's the same way Stella and her friends came down to this level. She pulls the dwarf back into the previous operations room, and then to where the lift is meant to be. It's not currently on this level, but the shaft above seems clear.

Up they go, walrus and dwarf, until they come to the mine's top level.
They surface, gasping for breath, just off to the side of where Aiwe and Koveras are directing the lift-raft full of guards and slaves.
Jan 18, 2024 4:45 am
"Ah! Sweet air at long lest." The blond dwarf gives Stellrus a friendly pat on the back as he treads water. "Lass, ye saved this old dwarf's life and kept him from the fate what stole his kin long ago. May every god ye favor, favor ye in return."

The dwarf straightens his hair and beard as best he can in the water. "The name's Yeslick o' Clan Orothiar. Pleased to make yer acquaintance."

He looks at the scene around him, the broken lift and the struggling people. "Bah! I telled them the doom o' this place. 'Tis only fitting the river end the Iron Throne's business here..."
Jan 18, 2024 4:56 am
"Stella!" Aiwë cries with delight. "Can you help push? We need to make it to the exit!"
Jan 18, 2024 6:00 am
"Ooorrooo!!" Stella exclaims, still a walrus.
Quote:
May every god ye favor, favor ye in return.
Stella didn't favor any gods, though Selûne's constellation had helped save them today...still she appreciated the gesture of thanks. She jerks her head at Aiwë and then to the bag of holding. She did not want to lose all of that iron.

Stella soon gets into position, shoving some people aside, but lets them hold on to the rope around her if they needed it as she begins swimming and pushing with her powerful body and flippers.
OOC:
If it matters, she has a swim speed of 40 ft., her size is Large and she has 15 STR, which means a carrying capacity of 450 lbs. and a pushing capacity of 900 pounds.
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Jan 18, 2024 5:27 pm
With water flooding down the various tunnels and down into the lower chambers, progress for the raft has been difficult, but with Walla's walrus bulk helping to push, the whole group starts making notable progress across the large chamber. Soon the mass of adventurers, guards, and slaves is moving back down the tunnel Aiwe and Koveras came from, and the water rushing in that direction helps to move everything along.

But of course, once things start looking a little better, some of the Iron Throne guards start acting up.

"Out of the way, slave!" A guard shoves an emaciated man off the raft and into the water, then reaches down to pull another guard up onto the relative comfort of the raft. "Push harder, you maggots, or you'll feel my club. You think mining was bad? If you don't get us out of here, I'll drown you myself!" Some of the other guards speak up with similar threats.

Face grim, Koveras puts a hand on his sword hilt but looks to Aiwe before drawing.
Jan 18, 2024 5:35 pm
Aiwë is already on hand watching for such events. When the guard reaches down to help up his friend, she grabs the back of the friend's armour.

"Quit wasting air that might be your last," she snaps at the guards. "You'll get out faster if you move your arms as fast as your mouth." She fixes the guard in the water with a glare. "Kick faster." She releases him and fishes the slave out of the water and returns him to the raft. "Keep hold of the rope," she instructs him, "and pull."

Rolls

Don't be stupid (intimidation) - (1d20+6)

(16) + 6 = 22

Jan 18, 2024 5:44 pm
With complaints muttered under their breath and dark looks snuck in Aiwe's direction, the guards go back to their assigned roles.

The slave Aiwe helps back up gives her a weary, grateful smile, but his teeth chatter with cold. Very few of the slaves look like they're in better condition.

The group keeps moving, and the water level rises.
Jan 18, 2024 5:50 pm
Hauling a rope in each hand, Koveras shuffles through the water to Aiwe's side. It's almost easier to swim now than walk. He gestures towards the low ceiling with his head. "We're nearly there, but the passage narrows ahead. We have to abandon the raft."

Sure enough, the water is picking up speed here, churning through a smaller space.
Jan 18, 2024 6:32 pm
Aiwë speaks quietly in Orcish to avoid snooping guards. "We'll have to handle it carefully." She looks at the rope. It looks just long enough. "We'll hang onto the rope so no one gets swept off and our swimming can work together. Guards first, so they don't trample anyone, you as a buffer, then the slaves, and I'll watch our rear."

She takes the rope and approaches Stella. "Can you pull us, sister-girl?" At her consent she ties a loop and puts it around her chest.

"Listen up!" Aiwë calls over the water. "Its swim or die time! You argue, you drown. You fight, you drown. I won't be your judge but the water will. Now, quickly!" She points at the heartiest looking guard. "You! Grab this here." She goes down the line with a drummer's speed, assigning positions until she takes her position at the end of the rope.

"Now, swim and don't let go!"
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Jan 18, 2024 6:37 pm
Ida steps out from behind Dieter and Runson as they rush to take down the guards in an attempt to save the slaves from a brutal and panic-filled death. In the commotion around her, it almost feels like time slows down. Ida reaches for the holy symbol around her neck grasping it in both her hands and yelling "Lythander save us!" a tear streaking down her face. As those words leave her mouth she feels a breeze around her her and she sees angelic figures burst past with weapons in hand. The sounds of panic and battle seem to return and time regains its normal passage.

OOC:
DC 14 Wisdom Dave - Ida Casts Spirit Gaurdians - Concentration spell lasting up to 10 minutes in a 15-foot radius when the creature enters the area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there, it must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 3d8 radiant damage. On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage
Last edited January 18, 2024 6:38 pm

Rolls

Spirit Gaurdians - (3d8)

(677) = 20

Jan 18, 2024 6:44 pm
With characteristic determination, Dieter hurls himself at the front line of guards, longsword a blur in his hands. His momentum serves him well, and three of the guards drop. But the other three, cautious now with this skilled fighter, carefully encircle him...

Aldous and Stephan fling spells of fire and ice at the crossbowmen, with Aldous' fire consuming one of the guards. The crossbowmen return with a volley of their own, and Stephan takes a bolt to the chest (Stephan takes 9 dmg and is bleeding out). The young wizard flops onto his back, breath sputtering as he clutches at the bolt with trembling hands.

Before the trio of guards can close in on lone Dieter, angelic figures burst into being around Ida and charge forward. Their blades and spears of light pierce the Iron Throne swordsmen to their souls, and the unfortunate guards perish as they're cooked from within by divine power (The guards passed their save, but even half damage is enough to take them out!).

It's a short fight. With only the three crossbowmen remaining, the survivors lose their nerve and abandon their posts. And just in time, for the stream of slaves has just reached the gate. Energized by their prospective freedom, they charge through the gates and out into the woods!
OOC:
End of combat!

Rolls

Aldous fire bolt vs Back Rank - (1d20+6)

(17) + 6 = 23

Stephan ray of frost vs Back Rank - (1d20+5)

(14) + 5 = 19

fire bolt dmg - (2d10)

(86) = 14

ray of frost dmg - (1d8)

(3) = 3

Secret Roll

Front Rank wis saves vs Spirit Guardians - (1d20+1)

(17) + 1 = 18

Front Rank vs Dieter - (3d20+4)

(134) + 4 = 12

Back Rank vs Ida, Aldous, Stephan - (3d20+4)

(2616) + 4 = 28

dmg to Stephan - (1d8+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Jan 18, 2024 7:18 pm
The people are disheartened at the loss of the raft, but with Aiwe pushing them on (and Stellrus pulling!) the group presses forward.

The tunnel narrows, and at the very end the passage is completely submerged... but it's a short test of faith to take that swim, for the tunnel quickly rises back above the water line. With Walla, Koveras, and Aiwe urging the group on, soon everyone makes it to the other side, shivering but exhilarated, for daylight shines from a side passage...

The group stumbles from the mine's exit into a small muddy pool created by the flood. Most of the people lie flat on their backs, staring upward with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude.

There's little time to rest for the companions, however, for nearby is the sound of combat. A quick look shows Dieter's group defeating the guards at the gate.

"Now get in your cabins!" One of the nearby guards drags a slave to his feet and gives the man a push toward one of the cabins. "Go on! This is no time to make a run for it. We're watching you!" Several more guards join in with threats and pushes.
Jan 18, 2024 9:17 pm
What began as a show of authority to get a job done is now true anger. "You of the Iron Throne!" She stares down the guards. "Daevaeorn is dead and your operation destroyed. Look around you!" Aiwë gestures to the ending battle at the gate. "Release your unlawful captives and surrender. Now."

Rolls

Intimidation - (1d20+6)

(5) + 6 = 11

Help advantage - (1d20+6)

(6) + 6 = 12

Jan 18, 2024 10:00 pm
"Bit of bad luck, Stephan" Dieter says calmly leaning over the dying mage. "It’s a good thing the others want to keep you around." He adds

"Ida! This one is dying, we need him alive"

Dieter then joins Aiwë ready to back her up.
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Jan 18, 2024 10:02 pm
The guards are no longer so easily cowed. "You're not with the Iron Throne? I knew it!"

Another shakes his head. "I'll believe the boss is dead when I see his body with my own eyes!"

A third pulls out his sword. "It's all a mess, but I know a chance for promotion when I see one!"

The guards move in to attack!
Jan 18, 2024 10:03 pm
Round 1 Player Phase!
OOC:
Aiwe and Stella are up! With Koveras, of course!

Edit: And Dieter! And whoever else wants to join in!
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Jan 18, 2024 10:07 pm
walking over to Aiwë the scene devolves into a brawl. With a deep sigh Dieter wades in to perform his bloody duty.

Dieter kills one and deals 9 damage to another
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Rolls

Attack - (1D20+8, 1D20+8)

1D20+8 : (11) + 8 = 19

1D20+8 : (14) + 8 = 22

Damage - (1D8+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Damage - (1D8+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Jan 18, 2024 10:32 pm
Stella scowls, wishing she had held onto the robes. If Dieter was here, hopefully Aldous wasn't too far behind.

As the battle breaks out, Stella scoots back then transforms back into her girl self. She shivers, realizing she and her equipment are still soaked and freezing. Her sopping, mop of loose hair covers part of her face. She flicks it aside and tries to draw her bow and forming an arrow of stardust, but her trembling hands throw her aim, sending the arrow shooting above the guards' heads.

Fear begins to rise in her chest as she sees the chaos of the prisoners and guards. It would take a miracle for all of the prisoners to survive this.

32 / 32 HP
AC 14
Rear
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Rolls

Guiding Bolt vs Guards - (1d20+7, 4d6)

1d20+7 : (2) + 7 = 9

4d6 : (2356) = 16

Jan 18, 2024 11:19 pm
Aiwë grits her teeth. "You have chosen."

5 damage!

AC: 20
HP: 33/33
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Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+7)

(15) + 7 = 22

Attack 2 - (1d20+7)

(2) + 7 = 9

Damage - (1d8+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Jan 19, 2024 12:38 am
Round 1 Summary

There's very little fancy fighting here; it's a crude, dirty scrum in the mud.

Aiwe takes 6 dmg
Koveras takes 11
3 guards are killed

Rolls

Atk1 vs Dieter - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Atk2 vs Aiwe - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Atk3 vs Koveras - (1d20+4)

(16) + 4 = 20

Atk4 vs Stella - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Atk5 vs Aldous - (1d20+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

Atk6 vs Dieter - (1d20+4)

(2) + 4 = 6

Atk7 vs Aiwe - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Atk8 vs Koveras - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

dmg to aiwe - (1d8+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

dmg to Koveras - (2d8+4)

(52) + 4 = 11

Koveras vs guards (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (1) + 8 = 9

1d20+8 : (15) + 8 = 23

dmg to guards - (1d6+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Aldous fire bolt vs guards - (1d20+6)

(8) + 6 = 14

Jan 19, 2024 12:48 am
Round 2 Player Phase!!
OOC:
5 of them left! There's a chance they could flee or surrender if this round does not go well for them.

Ida can have 2 turns this round if she wants!
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Jan 19, 2024 12:51 am
Stella takes a deep breath to steady herself and fires again. (Guiding Bolt. 16 damage and an attack roll next round will have advantage.)

32 / 32 HP
AC 14
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Rolls

Guiding Bolt - (1d20+7, 4d6)

1d20+7 : (18) + 7 = 25

4d6 : (5461) = 16

Jan 19, 2024 12:53 am
Aiwë's fighting is weary and half-hearted. Fools. Such fools.

9 damage!

HP: 27/33
AC: 20
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Rolls

1 - (1d20+7)

(8) + 7 = 15

2 - (1d20+7)

(4) + 7 = 11

Damage - (1d8+4)

(5) + 4 = 9

Jan 19, 2024 1:06 am
The spirits round her dissipating as dieter breaks her concentration. The immediate threat abated Ida looks at Stephan choking on his own blood, arrow sunk deeply in his chest "I apologize this is going to hurt". She snaps the arrow shaft and sits Stephen up as best as possible pushing the rest of the shaft through. "With that out of the way we can actually get started"

Laying Stephan back down Ida gently places her hands over his gaping chest wound, her hands quickly becoming soaked in blood. Soothing words of prayer and healing drifting from her mouth akin to a hymn.

Rolls

Cure Wounds - Lvl 2 - (2d8+3)

(37) + 3 = 13

Jan 19, 2024 2:16 am
Round 2 Summary

Koveras takes 6 dmg
Stella takes 9 dmg
Aldous takes 8 dmg


Several more guards are struck down, and the remaining two throw down their weapons.
OOC:
End of combat!
A cheer erupts from the watching slaves, who are slaves no longer!

Rolls

Atk1 vs Dieter - (1d20+4)

(12) + 4 = 16

Atk2 vs Aiwe - (1d20+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

Atk3 vs Koveras - (1d20+4)

(18) + 4 = 22

Atk4 vs Stella - (1d20+4)

(18) + 4 = 22

Atk5 vs Aldous - (1d20+4)

(10) + 4 = 14

dmg to Koveras - (1d8+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

dmg to Stella - (1d8+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

dmg to Aldous - (1d8+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Koveras vs guards (2 attacks) - (1d20+8, 1d20+8)

1d20+8 : (9) + 8 = 17

1d20+8 : (5) + 8 = 13

dmg to guards - (1d6+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Aldous fire bolt vs guards - (1d20+6)

(8) + 6 = 14

dmg to guards - (2d10)

(410) = 14

Jan 19, 2024 2:26 am
Stephan's eyes flicker open as Ida tends his wounds. "Whoa... I didn't know.... Lathander had... pretty clerics..."
Jan 19, 2024 2:43 am
Koveras nudges the two surrendered guards to kneel, then stands near them with blade drawn. He looks to Aiwe, and she remembers back to a somewhat similar situation in Candlekeep...
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Aiwë lifts each man by the back of his shirt and sets them kneeling in front of Koveras. She unties their gags, then steps aside. She unsheathes her longsword and levels it just below their throats about a foot away.

"I am your executioner. This man is Koveras Anchev, agent of the Iron Throne. He is your magistrate. This is your chance to explain to him why you should be allowed to live, and what you will do with your second chance."
Koveras seems to also remember that day. "I am your executioner." He says it without malice, but with grim promise. "This woman is Aiwë Shelur Blacksheaf of the Cagebreakers. In her flows the blood of warriors, heroes, and the power of the gods. She's also a hero in her own right. She is your magistrate." He levels his sword to just below their throats. "This is your chance to explain to her why you should be allowed to live, and what you will do... with your second chance."
Jan 19, 2024 2:58 am
Ida feels the heat in her ears and it rise in her face at Stephan's unexpected comment. "Oh… Just doing my part in all this…" Ida puts her hand out awkwardly to help him up her eyes quickly darting to the side to find where her party members had gone.
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Jan 19, 2024 2:59 am
Aiwë looks at Koveras sharply as he speaks. She glances at Stella, Dieter, then forces her eyes forward. She can't protest. The group has the authority to mete judgement here, and Koveras has placed the responsibility on her shoulders. She can't ask Dieter—heavy with blood—or Stella—so light and free—to take it from her. Besides, she's made such calls before to spare them. She can do it again. That it was in a hurry on the road while Stella wept should make no difference.

Koveras' proclamations did little for her discomfort. Such drama—she is supposed to be the bard here!

Making sure not to glance at Stella again, Aiwë looks at the prisoners. "Speak."
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Jan 19, 2024 1:47 pm
Stephan gratefully accepts Ida's help getting on his feet. "Ah! Err... What I mean to say is thank you!" A flush creeps up his own cheeks and he releases her hand suddenly. "My name's Stephan. I'm a pretentious lizard. I mean an apprentice wizard!" He offers his hand for a shake, then reddens more as he realizes he'd just let go of her hand.
Jan 19, 2024 1:53 pm
The two guards kneel there before Aiwe. One of them speaks up. "I have a wife and kids... I send them money every month! I don't want their husband and father to die a failed mercenary in the mud. Let me free, and I'll return to them!"

The other rolls his eyes. "You haven't sent any gold in ages. You're too in debt with with me and the boys from our game nights." He glares up at Aiwe. "You don't scare me, girl. Kill me now, and I'll be sure to haunt you until the end of your days!"
Jan 19, 2024 3:27 pm
Aiwë looks at the second man levelly. "You use this chance for spite, and try to drag your fellow with you? I see. You have made your choice." She nods at Koveras to proceed, then turns her gaze to the first man.

"You may try again."
Jan 19, 2024 3:42 pm
The order's given, and Koveras carries it out efficiently.

The first guards stares at the muddy, bloody ground. "I... I'll join..." He swallows hard and tries again. "Pick a temple, a deity. I'll join the clergy, even if it's just as a groundskeeper. I... just might need a letter of recommendation. My crimes are many..."
Jan 19, 2024 3:44 pm
Aiwë considers. "Where does your family live?"
Jan 19, 2024 3:45 pm
With some of the group busy handling the Iron Throne guards, Aldous puts a gentle hand on Stella's shoulder and directs her away from the scene.

"So... This has all been crazy. How are you holding up?"
Jan 19, 2024 3:47 pm
The guard tilts his head just enough to look at Aiwe out of the corner of his eye. "The Gate. Docks District."
Jan 19, 2024 3:52 pm
"You can travel with us. Prove you mean what you say, and we can write you a letter to the temples of Torm, Ilmater, or Lathander. We'll write to another if you prefer, but our word will go farthest there." She nods at Koveras.

"Let him up."

Turning away from him, Aiwë looks to the freed captives and wrings water from her braids. When she tosses them back they are completely dry.

"Where are you all from? How far do you have to travel?" She moves through the group, drying and warming their clothes as she hums and listens.
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Jan 19, 2024 4:11 pm
Trying to be polite despite the palpable discomfort in the air she shakes Stephans hand trying for a small courteous smile"I’m Ida." releasing his hand she asks "how did you end caught up in all this mess?"
Jan 19, 2024 4:15 pm
Koveras pulls his sword away and starts cleaning it.

The man, the former Iron Throne guard, doesn't get up. He pivots slowly into a cross-legged sit and puts his head in his hands, obviously exhausted and overwhelmed by the recent events.
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"Where are you all from? How far do you have to travel?" She moves through the group, drying and warming their clothes as she hums and listens.
There are murmurs of gratitude as Aiwe passes among the former slaves and tends to their wet clothes.

The elderly man who spoke up down in the mine takes the chance to do so again. "Most of us were merchants, from all up and down the Sword Coast. I hail from Daggerford, but many come from farther than that." He points out a handful of folks. "Others were simply swept up in local bandit raids, I believe."
Jan 19, 2024 4:18 pm
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With some of the group busy handling the Iron Throne guards, Aldous puts a gentle hand on Stella's shoulder and directs her away from the scene.

"So... This has all been crazy. How are you holding up?"
Trembling from cold, nerves, and a grazing cut from a bloody, lifeless guard lying directly in front of her, Stella allows herself to be led away. She runs a hand through her loose, wet hair, then flicks her wrist downwards, magically flinging all the water from her body.

She then leans into Aldous for comfort, closes her eyes, inhales deeply, and breaths a heavy sigh.

"...Surprisingly well, but...exhausted..." she says. She puffs a laugh. "And disturbed. But that's nothing new..." She opens her eyes, a calm violet, and looks up at him. "And you?"
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Jan 19, 2024 4:21 pm
"Will you all have what you need for your trips home with the supplies in the camp?" She looks at Stella. Maybe they can spare some funds for their journey...
Jan 19, 2024 5:57 pm
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Trying to be polite despite the palpable discomfort in the air she shakes Stephans hand trying for a small courteous smile "I’m Ida." releasing his hand she asks "how did you end caught up in all this mess?"
"Poor choice of teacher, I'm afraid." He magically cleans and dries his robes. "I've been apprenticed to the wizard in charge of this place for the past year or so."

He looks at Ida's clothes and gear, dirty from travel (and possibly from the flood too!) and holds out his hand. "I can take care of that, if you'd like. Not that you look dirty! Far from it. I just feel rude cleaning myself up and not offering, so...?"
Jan 19, 2024 6:10 pm
Aldous is about to put his arms around Stella, but then draws back as he notices something. "But I'm all wet! And you just got dry... and I'm afraid I don't know that trick. I don't suppose you could teach me sometime?"
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She opens her eyes, a calm violet, and looks up at him. "And you?"
Aldous smiles. "I'm actually feeling quite well! It's been quite an adventure, and I feel like I've actually contributed! My magic is progressing, and that feels good."

He looks over to nearby Yeslick, who seems to want to speak. "And this is the prisoner you went to such lengths to rescue? Might you introduce me to him?"
Jan 19, 2024 6:49 pm

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Aldous is about to put his arms around Stella, but then draws back as he notices something. "But I'm all wet! And you just got dry... and I'm afraid I don't know that trick. I don't suppose you could teach me sometime?"
"Oh!" Stella blushes, then clears the water off him too with a flick of her wrist, then puts a hand on his chest and leans into him again. "I do it more druidically than wizardly...but I've a habit of mixing the two, so I could certainly try and teach!"
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Aldous smiles. "I'm actually feeling quite well! It's been quite an adventure, and I feel like I've actually contributed! My magic is progressing, and that feels good."
"Definitely! That Burning Hands was especially helpful. And now we can both say we've been hit by a Lightning Bolt and lived!"
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He looks over to nearby Yeslick, who seems to want to speak. "And this is the prisoner you went to such lengths to rescue? Might you introduce me to him?"
"Oh!" Stella steps away, turns to Yeslick, then brushes her hair out of her face and straightens her travel skirt. "Uh, certainly!" She gestures to the dwarf to introduce him. "Aldous, this is Yeslick o' clan...I'm sorry, I've already forgotten!" She smiles and cringes sheepishly. "He was extraordinarily level-headed for someone who was nearly drowning. Yeslick, this is Aldous Silvershield. He came to help us shut down the mine."
Jan 19, 2024 7:18 pm
The freed prisoners shrug. "There's food to last us a good while. The hard part will be getting out of this cursed forest without being eaten by wyverns. Or worse!"

Another speaks up, a middle-aged woman. "Money for a change of clothes would be appreciated, but I don't see how you might provide that for all of us..."
Jan 19, 2024 7:32 pm
Here in the light, Stella can see that Yeslick's got a fair amount of gray in his blond hair and beard. The dwarf bows low. "O' Clan Orothiar, kind lass. 'Twas a well-known name in the land long ago, until we drowned ourselves out."

He regards Aldous. "Silvershield, eh? I think I knew a Silvershield or two back in me time." He strokes his beard. "Hmm, yes. Cap'n Silvershield was one o' the most feared pirates on the Sword Coast. Named himself after some shiny piece he plundered."

At Aldous' obvious surprise, Yeslick holds up his hands. "Now don' ye get offended. Nearly all the noble families 'round here started off as pirates. S'just the history."
Jan 19, 2024 7:36 pm
Aldous chuckles. "Oh no, good dwarf. I'm aware of my family's history. The title "Grand Duke" was taken practically in jest back in the day. However, I feel we've grown into our station a fair bit since then."

He tilts his head. "No, I was surprised by the specific mention of plunder. I didn't know there was actually a specific silver shield. Huh. I didn't expect to learn something new about my own family today."
Jan 19, 2024 7:42 pm
Yeslick grins with large, square teeth. "So ye have, lad! Takin' down the Iron Throne here makes ye noble in me book." He huffs and blows out his considerable mustaches. "I can't believe I let Rieltar an' his thugs suss the location out o' me. Usin' me family home for such evil purposes! Clangeddin strike me down for a fool, but 'twas never me intention."

The old dwarf rests his hands on his belly. "But perhaps we're needin' a good meal, an' then we can trade stories, eh?"
Jan 19, 2024 8:01 pm
"We'll escort you out, don't worry about that." Aiwë looks around the group, counting. "Clothes? Yes, we can manage that. For everyone?" She tries to calculate how much that would cost. "I believe so. Ten... twenty... How? Oh, well we hunted some wyverns and... forty-five?" She holds up her hands.

"I don't count our money," she says apologetically. "But I'm sure we have enough to be helpful! For now, let's settle in to rest here for the night and take stock of supplies. In the morning we'll give what we can and escort you out of the forest."
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Jan 19, 2024 9:31 pm
The party and those they rescued set themselves up to spend the night in the Iron Throne's deserted camp. Many of the former slaves expected to die down in that mine. And the rest already considered themselves dead. But now they all go about their preparations with light spirits and grateful hearts. There are food and blankets enough for all, and once fed they begin to open up about their pasts, speaking of the lives left behind. And for the first time, they consider the possible futures before them, ones free of oppressive overseers and dark tunnels.

It's a satisfying change to watch, and the companions feel their weariness slip away. It's a time for reflection. A time to offer prayers to their gods. A time to recuperate from the stress of it all, and take confidence in what they've accomplished.
OOC:
LEVEL UP! I believe you're 7th level now!
Long rest achieved!
If there are any conversations you'd like to have, feel free to post those here in the color of your choice. I'll soon open up another thread for the adventure to continue!
Jan 19, 2024 9:35 pm
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"I can't believe I let Rieltar an' his thugs suss the location out o' me. Usin' me family home for such evil purposes! Clangeddin strike me down for a fool, but 'twas never me intention."
Stella's expression softens and her shoulders drop. "Oh, this was your family home? I'm sorry it turned into what it was...Do you have a history with Rieltar? Is there anything you can tell us that might help us if we confront him?" she asks.
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Later, Stella will go around to tend to any injuries as well as help with food preparations, once that's done.
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Rolls

Portent - (1d20)

(3) = 3

Cosmic Omen - (1d2)

(2) = 2

Jan 19, 2024 10:03 pm
With the attention of the refugees diverted, Aiwë looks around the camp. The rhythm tapped on her drum gets faster and faster until she finds what she's looking for. A shovel.

Just outside the walls of the mining fort she throws herself into the work of digging graves for the dead, her muscles working in time to the guttural dirge hummed in her throat.
Jan 19, 2024 11:57 pm
Yeslick's mustaches droop. "Rieltar Anchev is one mean mage. After the mine flooded, I went me own way for many years. Ended up in Sembia, workin' as a smith. Came into the employ o' Rieltar. He was all honeyed words an' friendship... 'til one night a few years ago. Deep in me cups, I telled him about what happened to me home. Next thing I knew, I was chained up in his personal prison. Bah!" The dwarf spits. "He tortured me home's location outta me. Had me lead him to it. Magically drained the place, an' then he locked me up down there, just as ye seen. I was there ever since."

The old dwarf shakes his hairy head. "I'd tell ye to stay away from the evil dog, but ye seem set in yer path. When ye sees him, don't believe a word outta his mouth. He didn't need a single spell to get what he wanted from me, though he be a mighty powerful spellcaster. If'n he offers any kind o' truce or parlay... watch yer back." He holds up a scarred, crooked finger. "I've seen his collection o' knives. Hells, I made half o' them. Don't let him take ye alive. He'll kill ye anyway, eventually. After he's had his fun."

A mighty sigh leaves him, and he meets Stella's eyes with his vibrant green ones. "But today's been a good day! Let's not have any more talk o' the rat Anchev. There be food to eat!"
Jan 20, 2024 12:01 am
It doesn't take long for Koveras to join Aiwe. The half-orc seems to have little to occupy him, other than being by her side. He doesn't say anything, just stomps his shovel into the dirt and gets to it. He doesn't quite join her quiet song, but every so often his throat rattles with aimless bass tones.
Jan 20, 2024 12:55 am
Aiwë doesn't look up when Koveras gets to work, but after a few minutes she starts singing loud enough for him to hear. It's the sort of song meant to be repeated and echoed, and she gives space for Koveras to do so, if he wants.

"My breath/ Is lost./ My breath/ Is lost./ It falls (It falls)/ Onto (Onto)/ The ground.

My blood/ Is spilt./ My blood/ Is spilt./ It pours (It pours)/ Onto (Onto)/ The ground.

My strength/ Is gone./ My strength/ is gone./
They're put (they're put)/ into (into)/ the ground."


When the bodies are settled and covered Aiwë breaks out into a last verse, replacing the rhythm of her shovel with beats on her chest.

"Let Torm give them mercy,
And grant them his justice,
That they might have peace
In the ground."


Silence stretches over the graves for a time, but not for long.

"There's no 'power of the gods' in me, you know? Flowing or otherwise."
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Jan 20, 2024 1:19 am
Koveras seems content to drone some deep notes. Perhaps the half-orc doesn't have much of an ear or talent for singing. His shovel strikes do end up falling in concert with Aiwe's, though.
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"There's no 'power of the gods' in me, you know? Flowing or otherwise."
"That you know of." He shrugs. "You've at least two mighty paladins in your family tree, as well as a cleric. Who's to say there's not something divine in your lineage? Not like Miss Melerelel, perhaps, but something."

The half-orc lays the shovel over his broad shoulders and stretches sore muscles. "All the same. I find you a special, rather intriguing, woman."He inclines his head toward her, a nod of respect. "Aiwë Shelur."
Jan 20, 2024 1:29 am
"Paladin and cleric oaths aren't hereditary," Shelur scoffs, somewhat winded as she leans on her shovel, "and I haven't made any." At his compliment—she thinks—and nod of respect she raises an eyebrow.

"A fine change from Candlekeep, Blood Koveras." She inclines her head in turn, then changes the subject.

"Ive been meaning to ask—What will you call yourself, now? Will you take Anchev for your own, or abandon it for something else?"
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Jan 20, 2024 1:34 am
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"I've seen his collection o' knives. Hells, I made half o' them. Don't let him take ye alive. He'll kill ye anyway, eventually. After he's had his fun."
Stella goes pale. She bites her lip and nods. "Thank you for the warnings." She perks up a bit at the mention of food and forces a smile. "Yes! I think we're all rather hungry here and have much to be thankful for. Thank you, Yeslick."

She turns to Aldous and smiles. "After that, I can try to teach you Shape Water!"

...

Late that night, Stella stays up to study under the stars, lying serenely in some grass, casting her violet, stary-eyes between her tome and the vastness of the stars above. She casts Comprehend Languages to read more of her strange writings in her tome, feeling the fabric of possibilities open up to her, getting premonitions and divining, even more than she had before. She compares her star charts to the stars above. They were the same as they always were...but somehow conveyed new meaning to her. Things looked favorable for her companions, though something loomed over...someone. She hoped it was a misfortune for a foe, rather than her companions.
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Jan 20, 2024 1:52 am
As Stella ponders, Aiwë slips in beside her. "What do you see?" she asks quietly, almost in respect for the song of the crickets and frogs accenting the night.
Jan 20, 2024 2:46 am
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"A fine change from Candlekeep, Blood Koveras." She inclines her head in turn, then changes the subject.
Is that a wince on his face? Yes, definitely a wince.
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"I've been meaning to ask—What will you call yourself, now? Will you take Anchev for your own, or abandon it for something else?"
He swings the shovel down and plants its tip in the dirt, leaning on it. "The Anchev name carries power. I've often considered what I might do with it. But." He leaves the shovel and comes to stand in front of Aiwe. "That power isn't what I desire. My whole life that name, that power, has felt lacking. I want something more."

Koveras looks into Aiwe's eyes, and she realizes how much time has passed since she began her burial task. Long shadows lie across the ground. The sun's last rays dip beyond sight, and Koveras' eyes take on a subtle red hue - the onset of darkvision. Aiwe's eyes must be doing the same.

He doesn't break eye contact. "Your uncle's book. I want the life it describes. I feel like... it's what my life should have been, had I not ended up with Rieltar." When had his face gotten so close? "I see it in you, Aiwe. I see it in you, Shelur. You make me want to be... more."

The half-orc gently takes her forearms. "What must I become, that you might consider such a life... with me?"
Jan 20, 2024 3:54 am
Aiwë had tried to avoid his eyes, but when he meets hers she doesn't look away. When he takes her arms she takes his in turn.

"You can have that life. You're welcome to come North with us, when we leave. The tribe will be happy to have you. You can listen to my uncle's speeches, and Chaide will nitpick your Orcish, and my parents will initiate you into the Cagebreaker order of paladins themselves if that's what you want." As she speaks she gains confidence, and the firmness in her grip and stare become rather more... confrontational than it's likely he hoped.

"You don't need me for that." She releases him and steps backwards.
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Jan 20, 2024 4:28 am
The two women hear Aldous long before they see him. It would seem that the young nobleman hasn't mastered the subtleties of his new limb. Sure, he can walk well and even run on it. But move stealthily? It would probably help if he didn't also talk out loud to himself.

"Now where'd she go? I thought I saw her- Ouch! I swear, sometimes I think the only thing you're good for is finding tree stumps in the dark. Magic foot, indeed!"

He stumbles into view and, upon seeing Stella and Aiwe, gives a friendly wave. "I suppose you two can actually see in this light. Maybe I should get a frog eye next time! I wonder though, would it protrude from the top of my head? I'd probably bump the blasted thing on every tree branch, stone, or ceiling! And imagine the birds... Ugh, or don't. Hello!"

Aldous clears his throat and looks at the two. First one, then the other. And back. "Um, so sorry to intrude, but might I borrow Aiwë for a moment? I need to... speak with her. It's a matter of some privacy, I'm afraid." He offers the orcish elf his elbow.
Jan 20, 2024 5:01 am
gardensun says:


"You don't need me for that." She releases him and steps backwards.
Oof Dieter thinks to himself that was a pretty smooth line…maybe Aiwë has a boyfriend or something. He was accidentally eavesdropping on them he told himself. He was writing in his book up in a nearby tree when darkness fell and they happen to start talking nearby.
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Jan 20, 2024 5:08 am
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"You don't need me for that." She releases him and steps backwards.
Koveras' head drops as Aiwe moves away. His chest expands as he takes a deep breath. But instead of a curse or a sigh, Aiwe hears the man start to... sing? It's soft and low.

But who would sing with a voice so fine?

It's not perfectly in tune, but instantly familiar.

A voice so fine, a voice so fine
Who would sing with a voice so fine?
A beauty who’d make e’en a siren sigh,
A little bird with a song for the evening sky.


He takes a step forward and bows low, then offers his hand to Aiwe.

And who else would dance with a beast like me...?

The musical line hangs in the air, a question awaiting an answer.
Jan 20, 2024 5:36 am
"You're not a beast," Aiwë replies impassively. She doesn't accept his hand. "You know that, and if you don't, having me to dance with and sing in your ear won't change that." She shakes her head as she takes more steps backwards toward the camp.

"I don't judge you or your struggles—you've certainly earned them—but I'm not your magic wand to fix them. You're looking at it wrong. You're looking at me wrong." She looks down at her hands, still covered in grave dirt, and an exasperated laugh escapes her throat. The fading light seems to play tricks with Koveras (and Dieter's) vision, and Aiwë becomes hard to focus on.

"You don't see me at all." And indeed he does not as Aiwë vanishes before his eyes, invisible.


....

Aiwë seems to deflate as Aldous becomes audible, but at his wave she chuckles good-naturedly.

"Good evening, Lordling."
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Um, so sorry to intrude, but might I borrow Aiwë for a moment?
Sidled up next to her as she is, Stella definitely feels Aiwë stiffen.

"Oh, sure Aldous." She stands and takes Aldous' arm. As she walks away with him, does the look she casts back at Stella say 'help'?
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Jan 20, 2024 6:55 am
Stephan says:

"Poor choice of teacher, I'm afraid. I've been apprenticed to the wizard in charge of this place for the past year or so."

"I can take care of that, if you'd like. Not that you look dirty! Far from it. I just feel rude cleaning myself up and not offering, so...?"
"Ah a good mentor makes a world of difference for sure." A few memories pass through Idas mind a far away look in her eyes momentarily before coming back to herself wotb a smitk "The clergy at the temple would have an aneurism if they saw my clothes in such a state. If its not too much trouble some clean clothes would be very much appreciated." thinking again for a moment Ida adds "I know my companions can be rough sometimes, but surely you couldn’t have been ignorant to all that you saw today... how are you feeling about everything?"
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Jan 20, 2024 7:04 am
With such a simple question and her lifelong friend right beside her, the near-death experiences and heaviness of the day melt away like snow in the warmth of Kuladhar. She smiles and sighs contentedly. It felt just like home, just with different stars.

"We'll always be under the same stars." The written words from Papa enter her mind.

Different angle of stars, she corrects herself.

"The World. Time. The Weave." she says with awe for the endless expanse above. Her eye-stars whiten as she speaks. "I don't understand how I understand it, but I...do!"

She closes one eye and holds a hand out at arms length, sticking four fingers sideways, kept close together. She moves her arm so her hand looks like it's just beneath the bottom of the Sleepless Knights, a constellation of five stars: a square plus one in the middle. It was one she knew Aiwë could spot. "Nine finger widths down from the bottom two Sleepless Knights." she says, accounting for the fact that Aiwë had bigger fingers than her own. "The Eyes of the Watching Woman. I can swear they're brighter tonight. And I can...sense something. Things that might happen better tomorrow if I keep my eyes open. Lately I've been seeing figments of things before they happen. And it's getting stronger!"

She lowers her hand picks up her old tome off her chest, flips a few pages, and holds it over Aiwë to see. "I don't remember writing this. But this is my handwriting," she says, pointing to the strange text in her handwriting that surrounds Lily's doodle of a flower. She starts flipping through pages, showing increasingly cramped sigils wrapping throughout all of her already-stuffed pages. "And there keeps getting more! I can translate it, but...not into words...just...ideas. 'Tis...well, bizarre" she says, eyes widening with wonder. "And beautiful," she continues, relaxing again.

She lowers the book back to her chest and continues gazing at the stars above. "I'm going to have Noctalia keep an eye on me each night now and let me know in the morning if she catches me sleep-writing or something. Maybe I could—"

She cuts off at the sound of Aldous unintentionally announcing his presence. She looks sideways to Aiwë and grins fondly, a few of her eye-stars twinkling to pink.
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"Maybe I should get a frog eye next time! I wonder though, would it protrude from the top of my head?"
Her brow lowers, turning her grin into an uncertain cringe. She faces upwards then tilts her head back and props herself on her elbows, arching so she can see Aldous upside down. "Do NOT do that." Stella says, then giggles.

She pushes herself up to a sitting position and turns around to face him, still sitting.
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"Um, so sorry to intrude, but might I borrow Aiwë for a moment? I need to... speak with her. It's a matter of some privacy, I'm afraid."
She shakes her head slightly. "I am not an Aiwë library, but I suppose?" she says as seriously as she can manage, then smiles.
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As she walks away with him, does the look she casts back at Stella say 'help'?
Stella raises and eyebrow, bites her lip, and gives a helpless shrug. "How?" she mouths back as they head away. If Aldous wanted to talk to Aiwë, stalling him wouldn't accomplish much.

She turns back to her tome, trying to figure out what they would be talking about. She could send in Noctalia to eavesdrop! But he said it was private...and she didn't like the idea of breaking his trust like that, whether he found out or not. If it were important enough, Aiwë would tell her.
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Jan 20, 2024 2:37 pm
Aiwë listens with rapt attention, watching the stars and looking at her notebook. Now here is godly power, celestial at the very least, and it is soothing and uplifting to hear Stella talk about something that excites her so. She is coming into herself, and it makes Aiwë happy.

And Aldous... Aldous seems to make Stella happy. Aiwë glances at him as they walk.

"You did well in the mines today. We'd have been a lot poorer off without your help. And Davaeorn—it's better for Koveras that his rage was cut. Thank you for your help."
Jan 20, 2024 3:17 pm
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"The clergy at the temple would have an aneurism if they saw my clothes in such a state. If it's not too much trouble some clean clothes would be very much appreciated."
Stephan flashes a smile. "Oh, I can understand that. Master Davaeorn was a clean-freak. But he did teach me a few tricks..." He holds out his hand and flushes slightly. "I just need to... Pardon me..." He hesitantly taps her shoulder, and instantly her clothes are as clean as ever.
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"I know my companions can be rough sometimes, but surely you couldn’t have been ignorant to all that you saw today... how are you feeling about everything?"
The mageling glares over at Dieter for a moment. "Rough? I guess you could say that."

He shakes his head to clear it and refocuses on Ida. "Ignorant? No... just determinedly indifferent, I suppose. I mean, slavery is an outright crime here, unlike, say, Calimshan. So the Iron Throne was obviously doing something illegal. But I wasn't really part of the Iron Throne! Just sent by my parents to study with this strange guy, and not even given many opportunities to write home." He runs a hand through his hair. "According to the stories, wizards always live in secluded places, you know? An old tower, at the top of a mountain, in the middle of a swamp... I just figured this old mine was one of his eccentricities, not that he was actually planning to start a war with Amn!"
Jan 20, 2024 3:22 pm
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"You're looking at it wrong. You're looking at me wrong.

"You don't see me at all."
Koveras lets his extended arm fall as Aiwe vanishes. He puts a hand on his face and exhales. He kicks a rock. He looks up at the sky and sighs. And then he sits down right there in the dirt, cross-legged, and becomes lost in his own thoughts.
Jan 20, 2024 5:04 pm
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"You did well in the mines today. We'd have been a lot poorer off without your help. And Davaeorn—it's better for Koveras that his rage was cut. Thank you for your help."
Aldous grins in triumph. "Honestly, the whole thing was quite fun! But, um, there's something I need to discuss with you..."

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Jan 20, 2024 5:25 pm
As Stella studies her notes and enjoys the evening, she's caught up in a celestial vision...

A glowing ring made up of four stars. One of them is consumed by darkness, then replaced with an ominous red star that corrupts the other three. The stars swirl in a circle, becoming many swimming droplets of blood. A grinning skull materializes in the center of the ring, accompanied by the screams of thousands of people dying.

When she comes back to herself, Stella finds a sketch of the skull and surrounding blood droplets on a page in her book. Only... as she peers at the new sketch, the drawn blood droplets turn red... and dribble wetly down the page. She doesn't need to touch the liquid to know it's real blood.
Jan 20, 2024 5:33 pm
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The peace Stella had been feeling is swept away like a page in an icy wind.

She yelps and drops the book to the ground, its bloody pages facing skyward. Her breathing quickens and her heart races. She examines her hands and her arms for cuts, then scrambles to her feet and turns in circles to look around and see if there was anyone nearby. Was it her blood, or was it simply a conjuration?

Her mind races, trying to discern the meaning.

Four stars. One consumed by a corrupting red one...leading to Bhaal torturing and killing thousands...Who or what were the stars? Leaders? Factions? Organizations? ...Heroes?

Logic told her to find someone from the Baulder's Gate and ask. One of the prisoners, like Yeslick. Or find someone more experienced with the divine and visions, like Ida perhaps. With the tightness and coldness in her chest, however...the logic in her mind was fleeting as fear took over.

She folds her arms tightly to her chest and heads to the exit of the compound.

She needed to walk. The trees would help.

She looks up as she walks and sees the stars as white, malevolent eyes staring down at her rather than the comfortable friends she was used to. She stares down at her feet.

She needed to walk. The trees would help.

Part of her hoped nobody would see and stop to talk to her while another part desperately wished that they did.
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Jan 20, 2024 10:24 pm
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The Cloakwood is dark.

Stella easily finds refuge from the piercing gaze of the stars above under the tall boughs. In the darkness is freedom from the starlight. In the darkness... is absence. A cloaked void of security, free of feelings and fears.

It's almost palpable, like being wrapped in a sable blanket.

"Only in darkness do we see clearly."

The words come whispered on the breeze, but they sink into Stella's mind and occupy her thoughts.

"Embrace the shadows."
Jan 20, 2024 11:03 pm
It's Aiwe who hears Stella's distant yelp.

Aldous nods. "Yes, those are great questions. And I'm going to talk with her about all of those. But-" He cocks his head at Aiwe. "What? What is it?"
Jan 20, 2024 11:09 pm
"Stella." Aiwë races to where Stella had been lying and finds the bloody book—and no Stella.

"Stella! Aiwë searches for any sign of her. "Stella where are you?!"
Jan 20, 2024 11:13 pm
Aldous is right on Aiwe's heels.

He carefully lifts Stella's notebook. "This is the same symbol we saw in Davaeorn's altar room. The symbol of Bhaal..."

The young man lightly touches the bloody tears, then rubs his fingers together. His eyes lift to find Aiwe's, and she sees in them the same fear she feels. "Aiwe... Is this her blood...?"
OOC:
Aiwe can make a check to look for additional clues/tracks/etc. Investigation, Perception, Survival...
Jan 20, 2024 11:15 pm
"I don't know." Aiwë searches the area. She isn't as good at tracking in dirt and grass, but she's been practicing. "There's no good reason for blood, and it's not like her to leave her book..."

(I always forget about Jack of All Trades so that's actually a dirty 20.)
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Rolls

Survival - (1d20+1)

(18) + 1 = 19

Jan 20, 2024 11:23 pm
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"Stella! Aiwë searches for any sign of her. "Stella where are you?!"
The shouts brush across her consciousness but are overshadowed by other ones.
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"Only in darkness do we see clearly. Embrace the shadows."
Stella's breathing slows. Her grip slackens. Her arms drop to her side. Her eye-stars dim, losing a touch of their luster.

Though grateful for the relief, she knows the thoughts were too...different...to be her own. "...Guardian?" she murmurs in druidic, reminded of the cloaked druid and his wolf of shadow. She turns around lethargically, looking for signs of him or the hound, or anything else that might be watching her. She felt no fear here, but...perhaps a hint of curiosity.
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Perception - (1d20+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

Jan 20, 2024 11:39 pm
The lethargy on Stella deepens, but as she turns around, she does see a cloaked figure standing a short distance away. The figure raises midnight hands to remove its hood, and silver-white hair spills out to frame dark red eyes. Even in her dulled state, Stella recognizes the drow priestess Viconia DeVir.

"You wander far from your friends this night, Stella." Her voice is low and musical, ringing clearly in Stella's ears despite the hollowness of other senses. "What brings you here?"
Jan 20, 2024 11:44 pm
Aldous grabs a handful of grass and tries to wipe the blood away, but mostly ends up just streaking the page. He gingerly closes the book, then hugs it close to his chest.

Meanwhile, Aiwe finds Stella's panicked footprints in the grass. The tracks meander for several paces, then head determinedly in the direction of the portcullis gate.

There don't seem to be any other recent tracks around. She was not followed or chased.
Jan 20, 2024 11:50 pm
"She was disoriented or confused, maybe, and then she left the compound alone." Aiwë looks at Aldous with hardened eyes. "I don't like this, something is wrong. It might be assassins trying to separate us again. I'll go after her, you get the others and catch up." She doesn't wait for an answer before she runs out of the compound.
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Jan 21, 2024 12:01 am
For a moment it looks like Aldous might disobey and follow Aiwe out into the deeper darkness of the Cloakwood, but he swallows hard and nods, then takes off towards the torches and campfires of the main camp.

Aiwe is fleet as a deer, feet pounding the earth as she races to find her friend. Her sister. Still with no idea of what had spooked Stella, she searches the ground and environment for signs of the young woman.

There. That print is certainly from Stella's shoes. Aiwe follows the tracks deeper into the forest, where the shadows are thickest.

And then the tracks are gone. Not even Aiwe's keen darkvision is enough to pick up the trail.

Abruptly she becomes aware of another presence. A watcher in the darkness.
Jan 21, 2024 12:03 am
She stares at the drow priestess for a moment, then slowly squints. "Viconia?" Didn't Stella hate this woman? She tries to think back to their previous encounters, another piece of a puzzle almost fitting together. But a puzzle she couldn't remember wanting to solve.
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"You wander far from your friends this night, Stella. What brings you here?"
"Here? Or...here here?" she asks dully, unsure whether the drow was referring to the mine or this specific spot in the woods. She tilts her head and lets her eyes wander. It was strange how distant her own voice sounded.

"We put a stop to the mine. To the slaves. To the death. But we had to use death. The death...it haunts me, I think. Watches me." Her eyes wander up towards the stars, but see only tree canopy, then wander back to the drow. She blinks tiredly as if just noticing her for the first time and remembers the question.

"And what brings you here?"
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Jan 21, 2024 12:09 am
Aiwë slashes at tree trunks and branches with her belt knife as she passes, leaving a more obvious trail for Dieter and the rest to follow, but her main focus is speed.

At the feeling of being watched, Shelur turns and snarls. "Show yourself!" The staccato of her syllables lights the area up with a green glow.


Aiwë casts Faerie Fire on the cube where the watcher is.
Jan 21, 2024 12:10 am
Viconia is still for a long moment before answering. "I care not for the mine. Not directly. I ask why you have left your friends. Those of flesh and blood, as well as those that watch from far above."

The drow woman steps several paces to one side, still focused on Stella. The movement is nearly enough to send Stella's head spinning.

"I... don't really know why I am here. Curiosity, perhaps. He certainly wouldn't be happy to find me here."
Jan 21, 2024 12:21 am
Aiwe's green flames run across stones and branches, harmlessly illuminating the area. And there... the flames run up and down a figure watching her from next to a tree.

Aiwe knows this woman's face.

It's Viconia DeVir, the drow priestess she met on the road what seems like an age ago.

A sly smile curves Viconia's mouth. "Hello, Aiwe. Oloth!" Shadows blossom all around, both consuming Aiwe's faerie flames and defeating her darkvision.

Aiwe is effectively blind. But she feels the ground beneath her feet, the breeze through the leaves, and Viconia's lilting contralto voice.

"Your friend is fine. You need not worry for her safety."
Jan 21, 2024 12:28 am
Her friends... "I...don't know..."

She starts to feel the fear rise again, dizzily teetering from one foot to the other and slowly wringing her hands in front of her, dim eyes flicking about. Why did she leave?

"I just needed...some quiet." she says finally. "I thought I...loved the stars. But they showed me death. And made me write death...I...don't know if I like that. If I can...like being that." She closes her eyes to try and stop the spinning. "If I can face the screams...If...if I can stop them."

She didn't know what was happening. To not know. To be given power to see parts of the future, yet still be left in the dark...it seemed cruel and made her feel helpless.
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"He certainly wouldn't be happy to find me here."
"He..." She searches her mind for a name. The grinning skull and echos of the screams enter her mind briefly before fading back into darkness. "...Rieltar?" she guesses. She opens her bleary eyes and reaches out, stumbling and feeling around for a tree to help her sit down by.
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Jan 21, 2024 12:37 am
"There isn't much trust fostered between us, forgive me if I doubt." Aiwë draws her hammer and listens. Viconia would definitely think to throw her voice to disorient her, but would she think to redirect the sound of her breathing? Of the breeze blowing around her? The foliage moving ever so slightly against her body? All of these sounds create the music of their environment. Aiwë just has to find the right part.

Rolls

Performance to listen - (1d20+6)

(17) + 6 = 23

Jan 21, 2024 12:56 am
Viconia tilts her head and puts a finger to her lips. "You know, I had heard of stars, when I lived in Menzoberranzan. I could not understand them. Nothing about 'the sky' made a lot of sense to someone who had only ever lived under miles of stone. And under centuries of oppression." She straightens her cloak. "When I saw the stars the first time, my understanding was... I don't know the word. Reversed? Opened?" She exhales sharply through her nose in mild frustration. "When I saw the stars in the night sky, that is when I could not understand my own people. I could not come to terms with their lies and hatred. Because the stars were beautiful. Terrifying, to show their light over an infinite distance. But beautiful."

The drow shakes her head slowly. "Beauty. Wonder. Inspiration. I've discovered the same qualities in books as well. Have you ever considered the similarities between stars and books? They both show us pieces of a different world. A different time. A different reality than our own. Sometimes what we're shown can be terrifying, like the sheer distance and openness of the sky. Sometimes what we read makes us sad or angry. But does the fault lie with the book? With the author who penned it? With ourselves, for reacting against it? Has the book, with its bound parchment pages, betrayed us?"

She lifts a slender finger to emphasize her next words. "When you are shown something that makes you uncomfortable, don't cast blame at the medium. It's just a method of delivery. Look deeper. There might be something to learn."
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She opens her bleary eyes and reaches out, stumbling and feeling around for a tree to help her sit down by.
Stella's hands find not the rough bark of a tree, but warm, soft flesh. Viconia steadies her and keeps her standing. "Rieltar is a dangerous fool. You must be sure not to underestimate him."
Jan 21, 2024 1:07 am
"You're right." The voice comes from in front of Aiwe.

"More than you know." From the side.

There are a few seconds of silence. "Forgiving you is easy, though I don't hold such hopes for myself."

There's something about those words that produces a tickle in Aiwe's mind. It's as though a memory, or several, are asking for attention. A realization in the works. A burgeoning epiphany. Something to do with this strange drow woman.

At the same time, Aiwe's trained ears pick up the song she has been listening for: Viconia is behind her, about 20 feet away.
Jan 21, 2024 1:10 am
Aldous nearly stumbles straight into the campfire. "Stella missing! Aiwe's gone after her! Blood...!" He puts his hands on his knees and tries to catch his breath. "They're... outside of the camp. We need... to go help!"
Jan 21, 2024 1:16 am
Aiwë pretends to be fooled and turns towards the sound of her voice. "Speak plainly, cousin, and I think you'll find I'm the forgiving type." She slowly steps backwards toward Viconia, as though intending to back away. "Or do you struggle to forgive yourself?" As she did so, she tried to figure out what Viconia was alluding to.
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Insight - (1d20+2)

(17) + 2 = 19

Jan 21, 2024 1:35 am
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"Or do you struggle to forgive yourself?"
Another long pause. Then the voice comes from the opposite side, from Aiwe's left. "There are many things I regret, yes... But do I blame the book for the message it spreads, or the author who penned it?"

Aiwe focuses on the niggling thought. Several memories, connected...

The first memory is from just moments ago...

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A sly smile curves Viconia's mouth. "Hello, Aiwe. Oloth!" Shadows blossom all around, both consuming Aiwe's faerie flames and defeating her darkvision.

Next is from when she first met Viconia...
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Between the illusory owl sound and the snapping of twigs, the guards immediately look in that direction and spot the figure. "You there, halt!" With a half-dozen crossbows pointed its way, the figure freezes. "Stay where you are! Raise your hands!"

Slowly the figure lifts its arms, and as it does so, the sleeves fall back to reveal silvery-black hands and delicate fingers. Then there's a quick, intricate gesture, and a magical word: "Oloth!"

The figure vanishes as a cloud of darkness fills the air around it. Even those members of the party accustomed to the dark can't penetrate it with their darkvision.

And then, finally, a memory from a night of rain, fear, and loss...
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"Runeson, get BACK!" Keggruk mutters another spell of protection, and that same glowing nimbus now surrounds Runeson as well. "Help the others and GO!"

The sound of faint chanting comes through the falling rain as the hooded enemy finishes another spell. The webs vanish, dropping Sheemish to bleed on the ground, and then Keggruk and the armored man are engulfed in a sphere of magical darkness. The sounds of battle continue within.

Aiwe is certain that this drow priestess, Viconia DeVir, is one of those assassins who attacked her and her friends on the night they fled Candlekeep.
Jan 21, 2024 1:58 am
Stella nods slowly, following the priestess' story and explanations with surprising clarity. She knew her love of books and of the skies well. The freedom and wonder of both. She made sense. Much more than she had been feeling.
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"Has the book, with its bound parchment pages, betrayed us?...When you are shown something that makes you uncomfortable, don't cast blame at the medium. It's just a method of delivery. Look deeper. There might be something to learn."
"No...you're right...Just a medium..." She opens her eyes and looks to try to meet Viconia's "But how do you...mmm...move forward through...that discomfort? That...terror." She shutters a breath.
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Viconia steadies her and keeps her standing. "Rieltar is a dangerous fool. You must be sure not to underestimate him."
She nods her thanks, grateful for the support, and softly squeezes her eyes shut. "So I keep hearing..."
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Jan 21, 2024 2:01 am
"Things you regret? Like the night near Candlekeep?" Aiwë calls to the place she last heard her voice, still backing toward her. "My uncle's death was written that night. You helped to pen it. It was another that ordered it be done. I blame them." Aiwë stops, gripping her hammer tightly, preparing to swing.

"Why are you here, Viconia? Where is Stella? I am the forgiving type, but I will not be toyed with any longer."
Jan 21, 2024 2:06 am
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"But how do you...mmm...move forward through...that discomfort? That...terror."
Viconia's answer is a sigh. "What works for me will not likely work for you. Not unless you abandon much of what makes you... you. But if you wish to walk my path, I will help you."
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"So I keep hearing..."
"Rieltar Anchev is more than a wizard. More than a murderer. God-like power runs through his veins, and he knows how to use it. He also has powerful allies. You should not engage him while they are around."
Jan 21, 2024 2:18 am
Stella furrows her brow. "Abandon...myself? Walk your path...?"

You shed a tremendous light wherever you put your gentle touch...The biggest danger will be yourself. To fear your past. To fear what you've done, what you could have been, or what you fear you cannot be... Papa's words.

"I'm a Melerelel. There might be people who need me, and I have the power to help." Her own words.

Hero.

Stella grimaces and puts a hand to her head as if in response to a big headache.

Stella remembers Viconia's involvement in Aldous' capture. The dead men on the road. The mercenaries. The mines. The grinning skull.

"No..." she shakes her head. "No, no, no! I can't—I can't do that..." Stella pushes away from the dark priestess and stumbles away. She topples and hits the ground as she tries. "Ahh!" She groans and pushes herself up on her arms. Fear seeps back into her mind through her surge of clarity and the mind-dampening darkness, however, and she looks around, trying to orient herself.
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Self-Imposed Wisdom Save to help me decide how Stella responds - (1d20+7)

(16) + 7 = 23

Jan 21, 2024 2:18 am
Stephan says:
He shakes his head to clear it and refocuses on Ida. "Ignorant? No... just determinedly indifferent, I suppose. I mean, slavery is an outright crime here, unlike, say, Calimshan. So the Iron Throne was obviously doing something illegal. But I wasn't really part of the Iron Throne! Just sent by my parents to study with this strange guy, and not even given many opportunities to write home." He runs a hand through his hair. "According to the stories, wizards always live in secluded places, you know? An old tower, at the top of a mountain, in the middle of a swamp... I just figured this old mine was one of his eccentricities, not that he was actually planning to start a war with Amn!"
Ida tries to hide a sad expression "Indifference..? Indifference to illicit activity is why organizations like the Iron Hand, or any other unsavoury organization have the ability to thrive." She looks into Stephan's eyes Idas watery with tears "Indifference is how injustices are bread and how malice takes root. Is your thirst for knowledge, and pursuit of the arcane really so unquenchable that the suffering of hundreds, or thousands is acceptable? I'm sorry that your time here was akin to imprisonment, but shouldn't that have made you so much more empathetic to the agony endured by those bound into slavery here?"
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Jan 21, 2024 2:34 am
"...You remember after all." The voice comes from just behind her.

And then the darkness spell lifts. Viconia moves like a full-blooded elf, with the unconscious grace any dancer would envy. She steps slowly around Aiwe to stand in front of her. The drow's expression is as serious as a gravestone. "I will speak as plainly as I may."

"Your uncle's death was perfectly planned and orchestrated. He, and he specifically needed to die. Regardless of a possible resurrection. If you wish to stop the schemes at play, you must find out why..." Her next words are the faintest whisper, and they chill Aiwe to the bone. "...and who else may be at risk."

Viconia closes her eyes briefly and grimaces, as if in pain. "I have said more than he would allow, but I hope that what I've shared will help you. If not now, then someday."

Pain passed, she tosses her hair back out of her face. "I must go, but know that Stella will return momentarily. She wandered into a pocket of the Shadowfell, but fear not; I know the secrets of such places."

Viconia hesitates. "I told you once that you treated me better than most surface-dwellers. The truth is that I have never experienced such selfless kindness above or below the earth. " She holds out her hand in offering. "May the shadows guide and keep you, and loss ever bring you strength."
Jan 21, 2024 2:40 am
Aiwë lowers her hammer and takes the offered hand. She grips tightly, an attempt to keep her a moment longer. "Are you geased? Do you know the answers to those questions?"

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Insight - (1d20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Jan 21, 2024 2:49 am
Viconia's answer is a deep, silent look into Aiwe's eyes.

(Insight: Yes, she's geased. Yes, she knows the answers. Aiwe can also sense a profound sadness in this drow, deeper and more intricate than the depths of the flooded Cloakwood mine. Almost as strong in her is another emotion: fear.)

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Mystery Roll

Jan 21, 2024 2:59 am
Aiwë nods. "Thank you for coming. We'll do what we can for you. Until then, may the shadows guide and keep you." She gives her hand a final squeeze, then releases her.
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Jan 21, 2024 3:05 am
Stephan's cheeks redden again, but this time with shame. "Everything you say is true... I didn't see because I didn't want to see. Maybe I'm just not strong enough. Not good enough." He wipes his eyes. "Maybe someday I can make up for it. Right now I just... want to go home."

He turns away, unwilling to meet Ida's gaze any longer.
Jan 21, 2024 3:16 am
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"No..." she shakes her head. "No, no, no! I can't—I can't do that..." Stella pushes away from the dark priestess and stumbles away. She topples and hits the ground as she tries.
Stella's dimly aware of Viconia's feet stepping close. "May your choice bring you comfort, Child of Light."

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"Ahh!" She groans and pushes herself up on her arms. Fear seeps back into her mind through her surge of clarity and the mind-dampening darkness, however, and she looks around, trying to orient herself.
Stella looks up to see Aiwe standing nearby. The numbing darkness has vanished, replaced by normal shadows. And between the boughs, high above the trees, the stars shine down like old friends.
Jan 21, 2024 3:19 am
Aiwë whirls around. "Stella!" She scoops her up immediately, holding her close. "Are you okay?"
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Jan 21, 2024 3:24 am
"I’m sorry I shouldn't have spoken so harshly. You are so young and have so much of the world left to see." Ida puts a comforting arm around Stephan a distant memory of a time she had uttered almost identical words. "We can help you home if that is your wish." She removes her arm and rustles in her bag. Ida pulls the last remaining piece of her favourite sweet; butter rum. Moving in front of the boy and gently grabbing his hand and placing the hard tac candy still sealed in its wrapper and curls his fingers around it. "The world is harsh, if you choose, you may also join us to make it a little less so."
Jan 21, 2024 3:44 am
When Aiwë scoops her up, Stella tenses and trembles. She shuts her eyes tight and grits her teeth, then sobs as tears begin to flow. "I—I don't know," she says honestly, relaxing and leaning onto Aiwë, letting her hold her up.

"Viconia...Where...?

Stella's mind races through the events that just transpired. She thought she was done with this kind of fear. Yet, that vision...she was so close to following Viconia. The blanket of safety...the quietness...part of her still wanted that. And the fact part of her desired that now frightened her.

But she chose otherwise, driven by Papa's heartfelt words and Aiwë's powerful singular one. And...the dark priestess seemed satisfied with that...but why? Had Viconia used magic to muddle her mind, or was it just the natural aftermath of such a dire portent?

Still deeply confused, she opens her eyes while she holds to Aiwë, her eye-stars a deep indigo. "I..." she shudders one more time as her sobs slow. ...think I need some sleep." she finally says, breathing slowly.
Jan 21, 2024 3:56 am
Aiwë searches Stella for visible wounds without releasing or disrupting her. "Viconia said you were in the Shadowfell. I'm not sure if she came because of that, or just arrived at a good time. She helped you out, and delivered a message to me. She serves Rieltar—or his organization—under geas."

She strokes Stella's hair and hums a low, comforting tune until her sobs slow.

"Sleep sounds wonderful. We can trade our stories in the morning. Come, let's get back to camp. I'm expecting your love-struck lord to show up frantic any moment."
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Jan 21, 2024 4:07 am
Stephan sniffs loudly and then looks down at the candy. After a long moment he accepts it. "Thank you. I'll... I'll do better."

He clears his throat and tries to downplay the last few minutes with a poor attempt at a chuckle. "I hope I didn't offend you earlier by calling you pretty. I mean, not that you aren't, I just- Hells! No wait, you're a cleric! I shouldn't be using such language." He sighs and drops his head. "I'm just going to go get something to eat now."
Jan 21, 2024 4:14 am
Indeed, soon there comes a frantic call from the direction of the camp. "Stella! Aiwe? I'm coming, Stella! Where are you?" Many other calls join in. It would seem that Aldous raised the whole camp to come search!

He finally locates the pair, and the look on his face when he sees Stella is relief at finding her mixed with sorrow for her tears. "Oh Stella..." He wraps her in a gentle hug and pulls her close. "What happened? No wait, tell me that when you're ready. What do you need? I have some water here..." He passes her a full waterskin. "Have a drink..."

Aldous looks over at Aiwe and quietly mouths a sincere "Thank you!"
Jan 21, 2024 4:17 am
"Ah, right on queue. Good man." Aiwë passes Stella off to him gently. At his thanks she nods with a sad smile.
Jan 21, 2024 4:19 am
Koveras, arriving terribly fast, skids to a stop near the group. Behind him, a number of refugees with torches approach.

The half-orc glances once at Aiwe, clears his throat, then kneels down by Stella. "Miss Melerelel, I am glad to see you safe." He offers her a clean handkerchief for her face. "Are you wounded?"

He looks over at Aiwe and quietly mouths "What happened?"
Jan 21, 2024 4:28 am
"Long story," she answers to Koveras. Does he expect all the details mouthed over Stella's shoulder?

Aiwë sighs internally at the sight of the refugees with torches. She is glad they all took the threat seriously, Viconia could have been there to assassinate them or worse, but now they are an audience Stella doesn't need. She allows herself a moment to rub her eyes, then straightens her spine and puts on a smile.

"Thank you so much, everyone. The danger has passed, and all is well. Let us return to our rest."
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Jan 21, 2024 6:10 am
Stephan says:
"I hope I didn't offend you earlier by calling you pretty. I mean, not that you aren't, I just- Hells! No wait, you're a cleric! I shouldn't be using such language." He sighs and drops his head. "I'm just going to go get something to eat now."
At that, Ida does let out a small genuine chuckle "You know I appreciate it, I'm turning 128 this year. The comment just took me off guard, usually when someone is on death's door it's a lot more groaning and complaining... and MUCH more colourful language. Don't sweat the small stuff it takes a lot more to offend me than some curse words." Returning to her backpack she sees a few ration packs that are almost completely intact. "If you need food I do have some to spare. It may not be the tastiest but it is nutritionally dense, I'll give it that. Ida looks around at the other people occupying the chamber and gets up. I want to make some rounds and see if there's any aid that the people need before we enter the woods tomorrow. You're welcome to continue wallowing if you choose, or you're welcome to join me" Ida takes the time to look over wounds, breaks, and other injuries sustained in the mines. she sets to work methodically working to cleanse, splint, and wrap what she comes across.
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Jan 21, 2024 6:29 am
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Aiwë searches Stella for visible wounds without releasing or disrupting her.
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Other than minor scrapes from falling over, I don't think she's wounded? Still not sure where the blood on the books came from.
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"Viconia said you were in the Shadowfell...She helped you out, and delivered a message to me. She serves Rieltar—or his organization—under geas."
"A geas?" She furrows her brow and straightens a bit, relaxing to Aiwë's song and stroking her hair. That might explain some of Viconia's actions, but not all. Still... "We can dispel a geas. Where is she? Is she...no, it would take too much time, and she's likely compelled against such aid...But maybe if we see her again..." Her mind tries to work out how they could contact her and help, but the train of thought soon fizzles out into exhaustion.
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"Come, let's get back to camp. I'm expecting your love-struck lord to show up frantic any moment."
Stella puffs a laugh, then her eye-stars brighten to a sky blue at the sound of Aldous' voice. It shifts to an icy blue as she hears then sees how many people come to see. She's grateful when Aiwë sends them off.
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"Oh Stella..." He wraps her in a gentle hug and pulls her close. "What happened? No wait, tell me that when you're ready. What do you need? I have some water here..." He passes her a full waterskin. "Have a drink..."
She wraps her arms around him and leans into the hug, grateful for his patience. She accepts the water and takes a long drink gratefully, not realizing until now just how parched she had been. The cool water soothes her further.
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The half-orc glances once at Aiwe, clears his throat, then kneels down by Stella. "Miss Melerelel, I am glad to see you safe." He offers her a clean handkerchief for her face. "Are you wounded?"
She turns to look at him and frowns. She hadn't expected him to be so concerned for her, nor so...tender. She blinks a few times and accepts the handkerchief. "No. Thank you." Not physically wounded at least, she thinks as she wipes her face, then returns the handkerchief.

"I'm sorry to have...worried everyone..." she murmurs, still holding to Aldous and feeling his warmth. "Thank you all."

She was about to say 'upset', instead of 'worried', but she knew that wasn't quite accurate. Back home, she was usually the one to worry about everyone else. It was...heartening, to be so well cared about. Even a nice contrast to the calm numbness of the shadows. Why she would flee from her friends was quite a valid question for Viconia to ask, indeed. She would have to be sure not to do any further divinations while alone.

After a few minutes, she takes a deep breath and steps back, letting Aldous lead her back to the encampment to rest.
Jan 21, 2024 2:11 pm
"Aldous," Aiwë calls quietly as he starts to lead Stella back to camp. He had cared for her so tenderly and so well. "That thing you asked me for—it's yours."
Jan 21, 2024 4:20 pm
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"I'm turning 128 this year."
Stephan blinks, pales, and blinks again.
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"You're welcome to continue wallowing if you choose, or you're welcome to join me" Ida takes the time to look over wounds, breaks, and other injuries sustained in the mines. she sets to work methodically working to cleanse, splint, and wrap what she comes across.
Put at ease by Ida's pleasant nature, Stephan feels a small smile start up on his face. "Um, okay!"

He doesn't know much about medicine or bedside care, but he's a smart lad and a quick learner. He makes himself reasonably helpful, and even manages to crack a few jokes that have the wounded refugees smiling despite their injuries. He seems genuinely happy to work alongside Ida.
Jan 21, 2024 4:25 pm
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"Aldous," Aiwë calls quietly as he starts to lead Stella back to camp. He had cared for her so tenderly and so well. "That thing you asked me for—it's yours."
Aldous brightens immediately. Careful not to put Stella off-balance, he still manages to do a little happy jig with his frog leg. "Oh it's nothing," he tells Stella. "Just the beginning of a dream come true! But come, let's get some food in you."

He looks back over his shoulder to flash Aiwe a grin and an appreciative nod.
Jan 21, 2024 5:31 pm
Aiwë smiles and nods in reply to Aldous. With Stella ushered off to sleep in Aldous' remarkably capable hands and the refugees settling back in—that leaves Koveras. She turns to him and meets his eyes without embarrassment or shame, just as she had in Candlekeep after enduring his scorn.

"Thank you for coming." She takes the handkerchief from his hand—he had been rather gentle with Stella hadn't he?—and shakes it out with a snap before returning it clean and dry. "We'll share all the details tomorrow. For now, we'd better get some rest. Good night." She nods farewell and returns to the compound.

As she crosses the threshold Aiwë stops and leans against the compound wall. She hugs herself with one arm and rests her head in the palm of her other hand. Today was one that felt like hundreds.


"Your uncle's death was perfectly planned and orchestrated."

"In her flows the blood of warriors, heroes, and the power of the gods."

"You make me want to be... more."

"The Eyes of the Watching Woman. I can swear they're brighter tonight."

"It's okay if you don't understand right now."


She drives the circling thoughts out of her head with a song whispered under her breath.

"My mother says I have Orcish eyes. They're as strong as the sun in the cloudless sky but they're never so strong as when I let them cry."

Tears well up in her eyes. Two fall, but she wipes them away immediately banishes the rest. There is no space for her tears here with all the weariness and struggle remaining in camp despite the victory of the day. She wishes Keggruk were still here. She understands suddenly why Stella wanted to be in the woods alone.

Aiwë thumps her palm against her forehead gently once, twice, three times. Then she straightens and puts on an easy smile as she heads to the center of camp. Everyone will sleep better if she soothes their rest with her handpan. She can sleep later.
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