Scoundrels of Xoth: the Dream Thieves

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Oct 17, 2025 3:17 pm
You enter the quiet tavern. It is overly quiet. Nobody is in here. You stand in the common room, which is lit by the sunshine through the open door and windows. There are pale wooden tables and benches in here on a red tile floor. The walls are stucco white. The ceiling is pale wooden beams and floorboards on the beams. There are stairs in the corner up to the second floor where you would expect the guest rooms to be.

There is a counter / bar along one wall. You would expect the innkeep to be leaning there, maybe talking to a patron or two. But no-one is there.

What do you do?

@Jomsviking,@Esidrix,@mathias0077,@Dominic
Oct 17, 2025 8:51 pm
Looking around"What is going on around here? Barkeep!!!" Hanford shrugs"Is there a town meeting or something?"
Oct 17, 2025 9:03 pm
"Borz" as the other mercs had called him upon realizing there was no one to serve him and his desperate thirst hops over the counter and begins to sniff at amphorae looking for something decent to drink.

He wore a warshirt, and carried an executioner's greatsword. Borz hadn't spoke, he was either mute or just didn't understand the local language. It didn't make a difference, he was on the payroll to kill things. Which he had done judiciously, only the last week, someone had touched the sword. Borz had beaten the unfortunate man to death with his bare hands howling like a wolf as he had done so.

One needed only see the brutal efficacy of his attacks to realize that the man loved to kill. The grin of ecstasy on his face as he had literally crushed the man's skull only served to prove that.

Right now, he looked bored. And Borz was at his most dangerous in such a state.
Last edited October 17, 2025 9:12 pm

Rolls

Mind - (2d6)

(64) = 10

Oct 17, 2025 9:29 pm
Eloras looks around silently. Sitting between a missing bartender and a bored executioner is not peaceful enough.

He stands up and walks around, looking around, noticing the spiders that are everywhere, but he doesn't ask them anything yet.

He sniffs the air, keeping an eye on the door in case someone moves too quickly or too deftly.
Oct 18, 2025 2:18 pm
OOC:
will aim to post at least Mondays and Thursdays going forward
Oct 19, 2025 1:24 am
Borz finding a stoppered amphorae of wine lifts it to his lips and takes a generous swig. Then restoppers it and holds it aloft for his compatriots. "Wine. Good!" He says in his broken Taraamite - it was the first thing he had said in weeks, and hard to disagree with his assessment. Placing the clay vessel aside he begins to look for any store of coin that the missing keeper had left behind. He only had aught with thievery when it was directed against him. Otherwise, unattended coin was his by right.

Rolls

Mind - (2d6)

(46) = 10

Oct 19, 2025 2:16 am
"Ahh, I will take a swig of that. Got to wash down the dust of the road." Hanford figures if they cared they would lock the door when they were out.
Oct 19, 2025 10:54 am
Without seeing any direct traces of what was here or what happened, Eloras turns towards the steps leading upwards.

"I'll look upstairs. And after that, the roof is an even better vantage point." he tells them in Taraamite.
Oct 19, 2025 9:37 pm
"Ah. Up. Come back. Five minutes." Borz nodded and pointed to the ceiling. He found a modest purse behind the counter and jingled it. Grinning like a bandit. "Where, Nox?" He directed the question to Hanford who was remaining inside so far. Borz may have been a ruthless killer, but he was highly protective of the pack.

Borz went back to searching for intelligence now. He didn't expect to find much. Maybe a ledger of people with past due tabs open. But any indication of economic power would be useful to his liege.
Last edited October 19, 2025 9:47 pm

Rolls

Mind - (2d6)

(24) = 6

Oct 19, 2025 11:06 pm
Hanford will start looking around for some food"You know Nox. Probably got lost coming through the door."
Oct 19, 2025 11:17 pm
Borz makes a gesture that implies masturbation and chuckles. "Long road here." He suggests with a croak. Returning to the wine he takes another large gulp. "Nox miss out. Good wine." Placing the near empty vessel back down carefully he leans against a wall and grabs a knife from the galley, leaning against the wall he starts honing the edge of his sword. "Borz itch for fight. Or for woman. Both best. Long road." He reiterated his point earlier about the needs of travelling and rest.
Oct 20, 2025 12:47 pm
Upstairs the first thing Eloras notes is the smell. A stench as of sickness. The doors of the rooms are ajar. Looking in the first door, he sees a figure laying on a mattress. The room is dim, the window is shuttered and barely any light gets in. The figure does not move. It smells like the mattress has been soiled.

Downstairs, the air is still. No breeze to relieve the humidity and heat that hang in the room.

A wandering dog enters through the open door. It looks inquisitively toward you, each in turn.
Oct 20, 2025 12:55 pm
Noxmorte hangs back as the others make their way though the empty streets. They enter the tavern and he can hear Hanford's call for the barkeep. Moments later as he hears they conversational tones, he begins to approach and pauses for a dog to enter. He wonders briefly if that's the culture around here. He enters behind the dog and surveys the room.
Oct 20, 2025 1:31 pm
Noxmorte enters the well-lit room and sees Borz quaffing wine and riffling the bar back for loose change; Hanford standing about with a puzzled expression. The dog sits and twists its head to look at Noxmorte. Perhaps it wants to be pet, or fed.

"This is odd," says Aktar Besh as he enters from stabling the mules. "Nobody in the stables." The old man tugs at his grey goatee. "What do you make of it?"

The three of you in the common room hear footsteps upstairs. Eloras?
Oct 20, 2025 8:11 pm
Borz looks at the dog and considers its state. He had often found, especially in the far flung corners of the world dogs to be an excellent indicator of a people's disposition.

This dog was not afraid of strangers, it was very curious of them. With no one around that behavior was suspicious. His experience raiding had taught him to be wary of lone dogs in abandoned villages, they had more often than not developed a taste for human flesh.

Then again, it could just be a very nice dog. But Borz had little hope of that.
OOC:
Dogs tend to eat corpses when plague/famine/warfare roll through. Does this dog look overfed, mangey, malnourished, starving? How bold is it with us as strangers?
Oct 23, 2025 4:51 pm
@jomsviking The dog looks like it's a pet that wants attention. It's had something to eat fairly recent; not desperate for nourishment.

Upstairs, @Dominic , what does Eloras do?

@Esidrix,@mathias0077 what do Hanford and Noxmorte do?
Oct 23, 2025 7:55 pm
tibbius says:
Upstairs the first thing Eloras notes is the smell. A stench as of sickness. The doors of the rooms are ajar. Looking in the first door, he sees a figure laying on a mattress. The room is dim, the window is shuttered and barely any light gets in. The figure does not move. It smells like the mattress has been soiled.
Eloras wrinkles his nose and quickly scans all the rooms, his hand on his knife in case anyone wants to get physical.

If he finds no one and nothing, he goes back to the first room.
Oct 23, 2025 8:40 pm
"Good dog."

Borz said it his thick accent. Hunkering down he clicks his tongue and holds out his hand palm up to the dog. "Kommeheire." He commands in his native tongue.

Rolls

Appeal - (2d6)

(35) = 8

Oct 23, 2025 10:01 pm
The dog looks calmly at Borz. It sits just out of his reach as he is just out of its reach. Apparently if he wants to pet the dog, he will need to approach.
Oct 23, 2025 10:45 pm
Noxmorte skirts around the dog and heads behind the bar. He's looking for some wine that hasn't been shared by his fellows and maybe the coin box. "Nap time or not, the inn should have a keeper. Not seeing one is a bad sign fellows. We should be on our guards."
Oct 23, 2025 11:13 pm
"Ha, I am always on guard my friend. The trick is not to look on guard." looking around Hanford will head to the kitchen to see if there food."Gotta be food around here some where."
Oct 24, 2025 8:54 pm
Food is not apparent behind the bar, or in the adjoining kitchen, where everything is neatly put away. It looks like recently (there's barely a bit of dust) the cooks cleaned up and packed up and left.

Checking cabinets, Hanford finds sausages, smoked ham, and a couple of quail (still feathered) hung to cure. There's another cabinet with root vegetables. In a third cabinet, greens are wilted not yet rotten.

The dog followed Hanford into the kitchen and sits eyeing the sausage cabinet, thumping its tail insistently.
Oct 24, 2025 8:55 pm
In the common room, Aktar Besh calls out, "Eloras! What's up there?"
Oct 24, 2025 8:55 pm
Upstairs, Eloras finds two rooms vacant and the other five with sleepers like the first. He returns to the first room and pauses uncertainly at the foot of the bed. What now?
Oct 24, 2025 9:02 pm
Eloras frowns. Six sleepers at day, soiling their own bed. Then he hurries to the steps and calls down in Taraamite:

"Don't eat or drink anything here. The people upstairs are sick, half a dozen of them!"

Afterwards, he takes a cloth and binds it before his mouth and nose, then he approaches the first sleeper, looking in the room for a stick or other long tool to prod him.
Oct 24, 2025 10:33 pm
"Here you go pup." Hanford will throw him a sausage.
Oct 24, 2025 10:53 pm
The dog snatches the sausage from the air and becomes a woman, taking the sausage from her teeth with a wrinkled hand. "The city dreams," she says. "Go you to the tower of spiders and free the sleepers from the thieves of dreams." Then she's a dog again, snatching up the sausage and sprinting out of the kitchen like an ordinary thief of food.
Oct 24, 2025 10:54 pm
(all that speech was correctly Taraamite)
Oct 24, 2025 11:19 pm
"What the hell was that!!!" Hanford will run out of the kitchen back into the bar."Everyone get in here. You won't believe what just happened!!"
Oct 25, 2025 12:34 am
Eloras frowns as he hears the call from below. He prods the sleeper with the leg of a chair. If nothing happens, he will move back towards the stairs.

"What's going on?"
Oct 25, 2025 1:37 am
Hanford will call back upstairs"Come down Eloras. This is important."
Oct 25, 2025 4:02 pm
Noxmorte moves into the kitchen to see what Hanford is on about.
Oct 25, 2025 6:35 pm
Esidrix says:
Noxmorte moves into the kitchen to see what Hanford is on about.
OOC:
I went back into the bar.
Oct 25, 2025 6:54 pm
Aktar Besh steps out of the way of the dog sprinting out the open door. "The mutt seems unharmed by local food," he comments as Eloras descends the stairs and Noxmorte almost collides with Hanford at the kitchen door.

@jomsviking Borz is busy with something that keeps him from trying to stop the dog. What is that?

@mathias0077, @esidrix, @dominic : what do you do?
Oct 25, 2025 8:54 pm
Looking around "That was no normal dog. I threw it a sausage and it turned into a woman and said. The city dreams, she says. Go you to the tower of spiders and free the sleepers from the thieves of dreams. Then it turned back into a dog took the sausage and ren out."
Oct 25, 2025 10:53 pm
Frowning, Eloras comes down and to the talk.

"Aye, upstairs are sleepers, six of them. Soiled their beds. Prodded one, didn't wake."
Oct 25, 2025 11:29 pm
Borz was a deeply superstitious sort, and when the dog transformed into a woman and back he focused his entire mind on denying that it ever happened. His mind refused to believe it.
Oct 25, 2025 11:48 pm
Aktar Besh looks concerned. "If all the city is asleep, who will trade us spices for our rugs?" He jerks his thumb toward the stables, where he left the laden mules.
Oct 26, 2025 4:05 pm
"Well, that depends on how you want to proceed. We could take your rugs to where you normally sell them. Drop them off and clean out the coin boxes. Or we could keep the rugs and clean out the coin boxes. Or we could find this tower of spiders and risk our minds for this whole city."
Oct 26, 2025 4:35 pm
"Seems like we could clean out the whole town maybe and be off."
Oct 26, 2025 8:45 pm
"We steal all." Borz was grinning like a wolf. "All sleep, no fight."
Oct 26, 2025 10:02 pm
Scratching his chin, Eloras ponders, looks around the others.

"If they not wake, this place will be a desert soon. So, if we take all the silver and ignore the spider, we'll have to leave this place. But - if we take only some silver and get the spider away, we are rich men in a thriving city and the people would be thankful, wouldn't they?"
Oct 26, 2025 11:18 pm
"So, we take silver, then be heroes?"
Last edited October 26, 2025 11:19 pm
Oct 27, 2025 10:10 am
"That sounds like a very good plan Eloras." Hanford will smile and nod.
Last edited October 27, 2025 10:10 am
Oct 27, 2025 11:10 pm
Aktar Besh scoffs. "Big talk," he says. "I think it's wiser to get out of this city, before sleep takes us as well."
Oct 29, 2025 8:02 am
Borz exited the tavern and set his sights for a palace, or temple, or the largest and most well appointed building he could see. Knowing therein would be the silver they had discussed pilfuring.

Rolls

Mind - (2d6)

(42) = 6

Oct 29, 2025 12:44 pm
Noxmorte will follow Borz into the street, it's interesting to watch the big man try and think.
Oct 29, 2025 12:44 pm
OOC:
I'm starting a clock, seven hours until nightfall. After nightfall you'll each need to roll Mind v a gradually increasing DS, in order to evade sleep.
Oct 29, 2025 2:07 pm
Eloras looks to Hanford.

"So, where is this 'Tower of Spiders'? It could be any tower in the City, couldn't it?"
Oct 29, 2025 9:17 pm
OOC:
this is roughly anachronistic to the late bronze age.

Are khat/coffee/ashwaganda/betel available?

One can fight sleep for days with khat
Oct 29, 2025 9:26 pm
Jomsviking says:
OOC:
this is roughly anachronistic to the late bronze age.

Are khat/coffee/ashwaganda/betel available?

One can fight sleep for days with khat
OOC:
Surely you can find some of that in a city the size of Azjan, the capital of spices. I don't think you even need to make a roll for that. Please just describe where you look.
Oct 29, 2025 10:52 pm
"Basarra." Borz attempts to say pointing to the spice markets. He already had in mind a few common herbs to fight off sleep. And some rare ones worth a fortune. Following his nose he shouldered the executioner's sword and forged ahead.
OOC:
Bazzar* but there is no way someone speaking Finno-Urgic could say that without lots of practice.
Last edited October 29, 2025 10:55 pm
Oct 29, 2025 11:02 pm
Hanford will follow along with Borz shout bow in hand"Whatever we do it seems like we should do it pretty quick. I don't think we should linger in town too long."
Oct 30, 2025 1:29 pm
The streets remain eerily quiet as you move from the tavern to the spice market. Aktar Besh frets at you, then chooses to stay with the donkeys. You are free of supervision as you seek to ransack the spice market for stimulants.

It is not very hard to find the spice market; its odors waft through the humid air, intensifying as you approach. The stalls are deserted by people. They also are replete with containers of spices, all closed up as if waiting for the next day's market. It takes only about an hour to rummage for khat and betel, enough to keep you awake for days.

That problem is solved.

Looking around, you see that the city has in addition to its three and five story buildings of white stucco, several taller structures. One in particular stands out for its alien appearance: a tower that looms tall, thin, dark and somehow menacing. It looks not far from the spice market.
Oct 31, 2025 12:34 pm
Noxmorte takes a sniff of the spices, his eyes widening at their effect. Looking around at the skyline, he spots the tower. "Well, fellows, that thin tower there seems to be yelling 'run away'. I'm guessing that's our destination."
Nov 2, 2025 2:43 am
"First, tea. Then sleep spider... tower." Borz was struggling with the more complex allusions in this new language.

"Inspid gutter speech. This is the cradle of civilization? Preposterous."
Nov 2, 2025 8:11 am
Squinting, Eloras eyes the tower, nods once.

"Sounds like we have a target and not overly much time.", he murmurs.
Nov 3, 2025 9:17 pm
"Yes, to the tower." With bow in hand and arrow nocked.
Nov 4, 2025 5:02 pm
Traversing the silent streets, noting only stray cats and a couple of other dogs, you reach the courtyard before the menacing tower. It has an almost glassy appearance to its stones, perhaps obsidian? There is a shadowed doorway in the foot of the tower. There is no door to close it. Borz senses a presence in the doorway, but sees no-one there.
Nov 4, 2025 5:38 pm
Eloras looks up at which height the first windows are to be seen while he strings his bow, smacking his lips.

"I like this tower very much. Very much."
Nov 6, 2025 11:40 pm
Do you enter the tower? How?
Nov 7, 2025 5:51 am
OOC:
Are there windows? At which height?
Nov 7, 2025 12:35 pm
There are many small windows, scattered across the face of the tower in a seemingly patternless way. They are too small for a person to enter.

The shadowed doorway gapes before you.
Nov 7, 2025 6:40 pm
Borz tries the doorway.
Nov 7, 2025 7:35 pm
It's open. It leads into a shadowy hall. Do all of you enter?
Nov 7, 2025 10:10 pm
Eloras looks back and around, an arrowed nocked in and ready to draw, following Borz cautiously...
Nov 7, 2025 10:47 pm
Borz looks for something to make a torch of.

Rolls

Mind - (2d6)

(53) = 8

Nov 7, 2025 11:40 pm
As you enter the shadowy doorway, in the hall ahead of you torches flare alight in a suspiciously coincidental way. There's no visible source of ignition. Just the torches in the sconces, casting eerie shadows from the crude clay statutes that stand interspersed with sconces along each wall. There are ten torches and eight statues. The hallway runs between the statues, five on each side, to a further and even darker doorway deeper in the tower.
Nov 8, 2025 12:05 am
Borz collects 2 torches one for either hand and carefully advances. Holding one low to the ground the other overhead. Coiled poised to strike
Nov 8, 2025 2:58 am
OOC:
Please give me a marching order. Borz, then: … then: … then: …
Nov 8, 2025 3:12 am
Hanford will move behind Borz and stay back about ten feet for a bow shot if needed.
Nov 8, 2025 3:20 am
Noxmorte will stay by the door and be the last in line once everyone is inside.
Nov 8, 2025 1:56 pm
Moving into the hallway, you notice that your skin crawls when you pass under the shadows of the eight statues. There's a sense of weight in the air between the statues.

Noxmorte has just passed from the doorway into the hallway when the shadows of the statues take palpable forms among you.

Three shadows circle Borz; two confront Hanford; two target Eloras; and the other three assail Noxmorte.
OOC:
They are DS 12 to hit, DS 10 to defend. Each shadow has 1 Luck. Please make your rolls: one attack, and the appropriate number of defends.
Nov 8, 2025 5:06 pm
Raising his shield Noxmorte charges at the nearest shadow.

Rolls

Melee Attack: - (2d6+4)

(42) + 4 = 10

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(35) + 2 = 10

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(64) + 2 = 12

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(35) + 2 = 10

Nov 8, 2025 9:04 pm
Borz didn't stop to think if the shadows were incorporeal or not. He had a lightsource they were darkness. He knew the light was both a literal and figurative enemy to the dark.

So he struck at the two on his flanks.
OOC:
I will go back and check, I think this is a level up

Rolls

Attack 1 - (2d6+5)

(34) + 5 = 12

Attack 2 - (2d6+5)

(65) + 5 = 16

Defense - (2d6+5)

(13) + 5 = 9

Defend - (2d6+5)

(34) + 5 = 12

Defend - (2d6+5)

(36) + 5 = 14

Nov 8, 2025 9:25 pm
With quick reflexes Hanford will fire off the arrow he has ready then draw his knife.

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+2)

(14) + 2 = 7

Defense - (2d6+3)

(35) + 3 = 11

Defense - (2d6+3)

(11) + 3 = 5

Nov 8, 2025 10:58 pm
OOC:
Scratch two shadows, Borz -1* Luck, Hanford -1 Luck … waiting for Eloras @dominic

*@jomsviking I think your defense roll should be 2d6+1 not 2d6+5, can you explain?
Nov 8, 2025 11:22 pm
OOC:
it is only 2d6+1

I didn't pay attetion to the autofill setting
Nov 9, 2025 10:57 am
Jomsviking says:
OOC:
it is only 2d6+1

I didn't pay attetion to the autofill setting
OOC:
-2 luck for Borz then
Nov 9, 2025 6:54 pm
Eloras fires his bow at the first approaching shadow, then steps away to notch another arrow for the next shot while he tries to defend himself with his buckler from incoming attacks..

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+4)

(64) + 4 = 14

Defense - (2d6+3)

(32) + 3 = 8

Defense - (2d6+3)

(66) + 3 = 15

Nov 9, 2025 8:10 pm
OOC:
-1 luck for Eloras; scratch 1 more shadow
Three of the sconces go dark, rendering the hallway gloomier. Seven remain lit.

Seven shadows move among you, trying to strangle / smother. Three again at Borz, one each at Eloras and Hanford, two at Noxmorte.
OOC:
Please make your attack/defend rolls. DS 12 to attack, DS 10 to defend.
Nov 9, 2025 8:12 pm
OOC:
Borz does level up! Reset luck to 9 and add 1 to a Score.
Nov 9, 2025 8:59 pm
Hanford will engage the shadow with his knife since close quarters probably render his bow useless.
OOC:
I don't know what happened on the first d roll.
Last edited November 9, 2025 9:00 pm

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+1)

(53) + 1 = 9

Defense - (2d+3)

() + 5 = 5

Defense - (2d6+3)

(51) + 3 = 9

Damage - (2d6+3)

(31) + 3 = 7

Nov 9, 2025 9:08 pm
Concentrating on his own enemy, Eloras takes aim and tries to shoot it down.

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+4)

(31) + 4 = 8

Defense - (2d6+3)

(45) + 3 = 12

Nov 9, 2025 9:10 pm
mathias0077 says:
OOC:
I don't know what happened on the first d roll.
OOC:
You forgot the 6 after the d
Last edited November 9, 2025 9:10 pm
Nov 10, 2025 5:10 am
Borz felt the cold chill of death attempt to steal his soul, but the cold was nothing new to the Komsan Warrior. The light had vindicated, and Borz understood that. While the foe defied reason- it fell as any other. He fell upon them with renewed vigor. Borz left little in the way of defense, he relied upon the ancestor's protection.

Rolls

Attack 1 - (2d6+5)

(23) + 5 = 10

Attack 2 - (2d6+5)

(22) + 5 = 9

Defense - (2d6+1)

(56) + 1 = 12

Defense - (2d6+1)

(24) + 1 = 7

Defense - (2d6+1)

(25) + 1 = 8

Nov 10, 2025 2:54 pm
Noxmorte sees the shadows shifting to keep them all engaged and will strike again with his sword.

Rolls

Melee Attack: - (2d6+4)

(22) + 4 = 8

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(43) + 2 = 9

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(62) + 2 = 10

Nov 10, 2025 7:01 pm
OOC:
I am giving +3 to the torches for light against darkness. scratch two more shadows!

Noxmorte -1 Luck

Hanford -2 Luck

Borz -2 Luck
Two more torches wink dark. Only five remain lit, three to the left and two to the right. The hall is gloomy with fell darkness. The shadows seem invigorated in their swirling, darting movements.
OOC:
Shadows now are DS 13 to attack, DS 11 to defend.
OOC:
Please count your rolls in the thread and let me know when it's time for you to level up, resetting Luck and +1 to a Score.
Nov 10, 2025 7:02 pm
Two shadows beset Borz, seemingly intending to snuff the torch flames. One each assails Noxmorte, Eloras, and Hanford.
Nov 10, 2025 7:37 pm
Eloras moves towards a torch to defend it dearly, hoping to defeat his enemy before it extinguishes the torch...

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+4)

(24) + 4 = 10

Defense - (2d6+3)

(31) + 3 = 7

Nov 10, 2025 9:25 pm
Noxmorte continues his attack, cursing that the shadow that struck him.
OOC:
This is 9 rolls for me.
Last edited November 10, 2025 9:26 pm

Rolls

Melee Attack: - (2d6+4)

(11) + 4 = 6

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(66) + 2 = 14

Nov 10, 2025 9:37 pm
Borz hisses, a low gravelly sound that built from his guts and emerged from his mouth. It sounded much more like the vocalization of an immense reptile than that of a man.

"Čuovga váldá du."

Dodging between the raking fingers of the shadowy entities Borz found and pressed an opening in their onslaught.

Rolls

Attack 1 - (2d6+7)

(46) + 7 = 17

Attack 2 - (2d6+7)

(14) + 7 = 12

Defense - (2d6+1)

(23) + 1 = 6

Defense - (2d6+1)

(24) + 1 = 7

Nov 10, 2025 10:31 pm
Hanford seeing what is going on with the torches will move and attack the shadow closest to the torch near him.
OOC:
That makes 8 rolls for me
Last edited November 10, 2025 10:31 pm

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+1)

(44) + 1 = 9

Defense - (2d6+3)

(25) + 3 = 10

Nov 10, 2025 10:56 pm
OOC:
Borz -2 Luck, Hanford -1 Luck, Eloras -1 Luck; scratch 1 shadow
As Borz' torch disrupts another shadow, you notice that a torch on the wall winks out simultaneous with the shadow dispersing. Four torches on the walls remain lit, two to left and two to right, and four shadows plague you: one to each. Borz' two torches, hand-held, seem more potent as the darkness gathers in the vaulted ceiling of the hallway.
Nov 10, 2025 11:50 pm
Borz' teeth were chattering, the blood in his veins felt like acid. Each successive touch of the shadow had stolen that much more of his vitality. The light had grown blinding. He couldn't see in the shadowy miasma, his body quivered as his flesh became an aching prison. Yet, in spite of cold so frigid it felt as if burning in helfire, he carried with the light, wrath of the ancients pushing him forth.
OOC:
That's 22 rolls now. So Advance again? Or does it reset to 0 each time.

The Fibbonacci Series (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55) Multiplied by 10 will make advancement quite slow if it resets each time.
Last edited November 11, 2025 2:15 am

Rolls

Attack 1 - (2d6+7)

(44) + 7 = 15

Attack 2 - (2d6+7)

(42) + 7 = 13

Defense - (2d6+1)

(32) + 1 = 6

Nov 14, 2025 12:55 pm
Jomsviking says:
OOC:
That's 22 rolls now. So Advance again? Or does it reset to 0 each time.

The Fibbonacci Series (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55) Multiplied by 10 will make advancement quite slow if it resets each time.
OOC:
Advance again. It will slow down fast enough.
Nov 14, 2025 4:21 pm
Eloras thinks about dousing a torch to neutralize a shadow, but fights the one before him as prime task...

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+4)

(54) + 4 = 13

Defense - (2d6+3)

(55) + 3 = 13

Planning (pure Mind) - (2d6+2)

(13) + 2 = 6

Nov 14, 2025 5:18 pm
In a flurry of fire and blade, three shadows tatter into shreds that vanish in the greater gloom. One only remains. Does Hanford or Noxmorte finish it?
OOC:
-1 Luck to Borz
Nov 15, 2025 1:31 am
Hanford will go after the last shadow to hopefully end this.

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+1)

(32) + 1 = 6

Defense - (2d6+3)

(33) + 3 = 9

Nov 15, 2025 9:34 am
Borz stumbled back, he could recall where the statue had been that he had lifted the torch from. Unable to see, the Komsa warrior fell back from the fight. He waved his habd before his face, unable to make out the shape of his fingers. As the blood froze in his veins the cold chill of death had made the brilliance of that light grow. It was all he could see.

In that state, the Komsa recalled a deep memory in his blood. A story of the Sky Father, and the chitin of his divinity. Focusing on that memory, warmth grew and resonated in his chest, the blood began to thaw, and while the process was immensely painful, growth always hurt.

He touched the berkanaz rune upon his warshirt. "Sormós*wiHrósyo." The Komsa man incanted the word of power. A phrase that struck a sharp correlary to every spoken language on the continent.

The light, he began to understand wasn't blinding him. He was attempting to stop it. Of course it had won- it was everything. He was simply one small thing. Upon realizing this, his sight began to return.

"The eyes do not see. Only the mind sees. See the glory, become glorious."

The Armor of Heroes, a manifestation of the divine power in all man emanated as the light returned to him. Borz recovered quickly. Still sensing that they were all imperiled.
OOC:
Insert For Book Keeping
And the lore!

Thought I would go a little older than Sanskrit this time around Tibbs
[ +- ] Armor spell
[ +- ] Scale Mail as Defined
[ +- ] Armor Hit Boxes
[ +- ] To the other players
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Rolls

Mind (Casting 1st Level Spell) - (2d6+2)

(66) + 2 = 14

Nov 15, 2025 5:46 pm
Noxmorte will join Hanford in trying to end the remaining shadow.
OOC:
That's 11 rolls for me. So, I've leveled.
Last edited November 15, 2025 5:48 pm

Rolls

Melee Attack: - (2d6+4)

(41) + 4 = 9

Defense: - (2d6+2)

(62) + 2 = 10

Nov 17, 2025 6:51 pm
OOC:
-1 Luck to Hanford
The last shadow flickers in time with the final torch on the wall. It seems to flit from place to place as it flickers, evading Hanford and Noxmorte. Then it catches Hanford with a sharp edge of darkness. Then it flickers away again.

You'll all need another try to end it.
Nov 17, 2025 9:32 pm
Taking the hit Handford will spin and try and catch the shadow flitting away."Hey Borz, what did the ghost say to the woman?"
Last edited November 17, 2025 9:47 pm

Rolls

Attack - (2d6+2)

(56) + 2 = 13

Defense - (2d6+3)

(66) + 3 = 15

Nov 18, 2025 7:51 am
Borz was perplexed, he knew Hanford was attempting to make light of the situation. But his grasp of their shared language made word play particularly difficult.

He gave Hanford a suspicious look. Sussed out by sound the wordplay. "Boo... boo... boo-tiful??!?" He guessed.
Nov 18, 2025 12:45 pm
The last shadow and torch snuff out. Only Borz' handheld torches give vague light in the shadowed hall. You can see a door at the end; it is closed, wooden, decorated with tarnished metal.
Nov 19, 2025 11:04 am
"Correct."as he finishes off the last shadow with a flourish he will sheathe his knife and pull his bow back out.
Nov 25, 2025 10:11 am
"Hanford Lopt-wily, but Borz Tyr-wise." Borz made a gesture imitating striking his left eye. It was a subtle gesture, and to the large Komsa warrior, who seldom wore anything but a scowl, showed he was well pleased with the game.

Borz as his vision clears, presses deeper into the strange and wonderful place. He simply had no fear in him. "Bunched up behind the tent, curled up under a stone, a disc at the foot of a stump. I am what?" Borz was not so skilled at jests, but he knew a great many riddles. Riddles were easier than jokes when one was speaking a third language.
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Nov 25, 2025 1:42 pm
Noxmorte simply shook his head, two weeks on the trail and Borz barely speaks. Now, with danger at hand, he get's talkative. Noxmorte keeps his sword in hand as he follows the others onward.
Nov 25, 2025 3:35 pm
The metal-decorated wooden door is firmly shut. The brass handle is a |____| shape vertically mounted. Borz gripping and firmly pulling yields no motion. What do each of you do?
Nov 25, 2025 10:15 pm
Hanford will look at Bors"Is rain or water?"Looking at the handle Hanford will examine it to see if there might be away to pick it.
OOC:
Used mind for the examination.
Last edited November 25, 2025 10:16 pm

Rolls

Examine lock - (2d6+1)

(56) + 1 = 12

Nov 25, 2025 10:41 pm
Borz grins and shakes his head. Looking to Noxmorte to see if he had an answer. He stood back and let the others work not wanting to interfere. They knew more of contraptions, Borz knew much of the natural world, but the sciences of these southerners both impressed and intimidated him.

"I not rain nor water." Borz said after considering.
Nov 26, 2025 1:09 pm
Noxmorte will also examine the door and handle.

Rolls

Mind: 1 - (2d6+1)

(15) + 1 = 7

Nov 26, 2025 8:35 pm
The handle is rigidly fixed to the door. There is a slot above the handle where a key might be inserted. It seems like it would be rather a large key. Maybe something could be used to pick the lock. Hanford has the tools and skill to do so. With a click-and-snap, the internal workings of the door yield to his deft fingers and he is able to pull it open.

Beyond is a staircase, dark, with switchback flights going up and down.
Nov 26, 2025 9:03 pm
"There we go. Bors lead on."Hanford will back out prepare his bow and ready to move out.
Nov 26, 2025 9:24 pm
"I like mushroom. But I not mushroom."

Borz replies as he once more forges ahead moving at a steady walk, torch held overhead and low to the ground.
Nov 27, 2025 3:42 pm
Do you go UP or DOWN the stairs?
Nov 27, 2025 7:08 pm
Borz reasons he must get a better grasp of the situation and points up. "We go?"
Nov 28, 2025 12:38 am
"Up sounds good to me my friend. Are you stacking your poop behind the tent?" He says with a smile.
Nov 28, 2025 3:21 am
"Is not poop."

It was evident the Komsa warrior was thinking about something, but the look on his face said he was lost for words in their shared tongue. "Waste mill, err. Water wheel? Set apart. No good drinking." He attempted to explain. Though, he had not seen a mill as he described this far south. He shrugged and set upstairs. He did not doubt the idea of waste management was universal to anyone who had discovered fluid dynamics, but he had seen so many effective examples of it. Words had won, but Borz was focused on other more important things.

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