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professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

Noroco stops and walks between the room with the Grick and the new lodging chamber, tilting and turning his head to point his ears in different directions, "Can anyone tell where this chanting is coming from?"

Rolling perception to see if there is a direction the chanting is louder than the others:

Perception (Listening for Louder Chanting): 1d20+4 21

# ? Jul 17, 2018 04:08

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# ? Apr 20, 2024 03:35

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Perception: The chanting seems to eminate from the southern staircase that leads downwards, through the dusty and cobweb filled hallway.

# ? Jul 17, 2018 05:29

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

"Friends," Noroco says, waving to get their attention, "The chanting, it's coming from down this staircase. I think it is time we find the root of this problem."

Noroco raises his shield and starts moving down the stairs once a group is with him.

Will advance down the stairs looking for traps.

I will have a Shield Spell ready against any sudden attacks.

Perception (Looking for Traps): 1d20+4 9

# ? Jul 17, 2018 23:41

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Mokrul (the past) posted:

^{>> Crowbar 15 >> vs. defiant chest #1.}
^{>> Crowbar 18 >> vs. defiant chest #2.}

Sitting cross-legged on the ground and still working away at cracking open his remaining two chests, Mokrul responds to Noroco's shout, "I'd bet you a whole lot of money that chant is just a lure intended to lead you to your death, you know."

In a lower voice, mostly for the people in his immediate vicinity, he adds, "Honestly, it's like nobody has ever tried to murder you guys before or something."
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Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (lockpicking) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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# ? Jul 18, 2018 01:13

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

"Mokrul, my friend, this place is called the Death House. Of course it's a trap. But unless we want to leave here and try some other avenue of attack, we have five hundred gold pieces each and the rights to this land riding on us walking into the trap and killing everything."

professor_curly fucked around with this message at 05:52 on Jul 18, 2018

# ? Jul 18, 2018 03:42

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose

Sorin looks resolute as he moves to follow Roc. He adds, "Indeed... and if this is some sort of foul ritual, better that we interrupt it than allow it to come to fruition."

# ? Jul 18, 2018 04:02

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Having wedged the crowbar between the seams of the lid on one of the chests, Mokrul was now using the full force of his upper body to try to rip the container open. He fully expected its contents to go everywhere if he was successful using this particular tactic. Responding to Sorin, he concedes, "I'll admit, it's certainly got the atmosphere and rhythm of something eldritch." Speaking a bit louder to ensure Noroco heard him, as he could almost feel the man's footfalls away from him, he explains, "It's just. I don't know, my instinct is to never make things easy for my adversaries, I guess? If someone goes out of their way to lure me into a particular position with an evil sounding chant, I'll drag that out and make them earn it. If you go everywhere except where they want you, that means they're liable to get angry about it and accidentally show their cards." He shrugs, admitting, "Maybe that's just my own messed up worldview, but it's served me well so far."

He knew, of course, that he could build a compelling argument for either course of action. If the chanting was coming from the source of the problem, it made a certain amount of sense to head straight towards it. Clearing the area might very well drain their stamina and make them more likely to make a mistake during a pivotal moment, after all. That notwithstanding, though, there was a very real risk of getting trapped between a rock and a hard place if they decided to leave their flank exposed by delving further underground before securing the area. Whether that 'hard place' ended up being a nest of those tentacle mouth monsters, another ghost, or some new horror, he couldn't say. It didn't really matter what the threat was, though, just that it might exist.
^{__________________________________________________________________________________________

Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (lockpicking) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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# ? Jul 18, 2018 05:02

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Making their way downstairs Roc and Sorin twist down through another staircase. The chanting which had been distant becomes more clear...

HE IS ANCIENT

HE IS THE LAND

HE IS ANCIENT

HE IS THE LAND

The voices echo up the stairs, sounding like a mix of men and women. The pair find themselves at the bottom of the staircase in a large antechamber. 13 alcoves sit in the room, a pedestal with a small object sitting on each arranged in no particular order. Two doorways lead out of the room, one twisting off to more unknown passages and the other leading down to a portcullis blocking entry to a large flooded room, which sounds to be the source of the chanting. Beyond the portcullis in the large room featureless stone pillars support the ceiling, and a breach in the west wall leads to a dark cave heaped with refuse. Murky water covers most of the floor. Stairs lead up to dry stone ledges that hug the walls. In the middle of the room, more stairs rise to form an octagonal dais that also rises above the water. Rusty chains with shackles dangle from the ceiling directly above a stone altar mounted on the dais. The altar is carved with hideous depictions of grasping ghouls and is stained with dry blood.

Rose appears and hides close behind Noroco. "I don't like this. Mum and Dad said they had trapped a monster down here, it must be in this room. But...What is with the beds and the chanting.... She trails off and looks up at Noroco with a look of concern.

Chest 1: 11gp and 60sp inside a small leather bag. The leather is not of any kind you have seen before, and you have the impression that there is a good chance it is Human skin.

Chest 2: 3 Moss Agetes sit wrapped inside a black velvet cloth.

# ? Jul 18, 2018 05:32

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Plot posted:

Chest 1: 11gp and 60sp inside a small leather bag. The leather is not of any kind you have seen before, and you have the impression that there is a good chance it is Human skin.

Having succeeded in his chosen task, Mokrul gathers up the spoils, being a hairbrush, a sword, an eye patch, some cloth and some coin. The pouch was, of course, the last thing he noticed. Only Lordorim was nearby to hear at this point, but he can't help himself, "Ugh, really? People are gross."

With a sigh, he stows it all in his pack and reconvenes with the sergeant and Skinny. "I think the boys went downstairs. I ...don't love leaving our flank exposed to unknown territory, but I'm also not a huge fan of splitting up." He eyes the nearby passageway they've yet to explore, and the staircase towards the chanting, clearly considering his options.
^{__________________________________________________________________________________________

Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (thinking) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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# ? Jul 18, 2018 05:46

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

When Noroco sees the alter, everything starts to click into place. He moves a hand protectively toward Rose, his eyes growing intense and distant as the events seemed to play out in his head.

"The family the town talked about, the one that disappeared. It was this one. The father, he wanted to live forever. It drove him insane - or maybe he was insane first"

The note that the sergeant found overlays onto the house they have seen and it makes sense. A horrific, gut wrenching sense.

"He built all of this. This was his attempt to buy eternity through blood, pain and suffering. He called out to darkness and destroyed everything around him in his frenzy. A wife cast out, or killed, children locked away for dead in your madness. Another woman then, leading to a stillborn child, the mother's spirit trapped in grief upstairs. Was that another deal you made? Another sacrifice to your bleak patron? And what did it get you in the end?"

His aura takes a dark tone, shadows seeming to play along his form as fire begins to play between his fingers along with a ghostly wisps of arcane power.

"What say you, Gustav? Are you still down here? Did you find the immortality you gave so much for?"

Noroco is going to challenge the chanting voices, suspecting that at least one of them is Gustav Durst.

# ? Jul 19, 2018 00:49

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Noroco 'Roc' Olvir posted:

A faint, crazed rant echoing from the stairwell.

Mokrul raises an eyebrow at the shouting echoing up the stairwell from down below. It didn't sound like the hectic preparations that accompanied a battle. Looking to the sergeant and Skinny, he inquires, "Do you think he and Sorin are arguing about something?" He pauses, thinking on that for a moment, and then adds, "More likely that he's arguing with his new ghost friend, I suppose." Growing restless, and always keen to send chickens onward, ever onward, in their search for danger, Mokrul gives his new lead chicken about thirty feet worth of leash and throws some seed down the nearby hallway to encourage his little friend to explore.

^{>> Chicken >> Doing work.}
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Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (thinking) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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# ? Jul 19, 2018 16:28

Quorum: Sep 24, 2014; REMIND ME AGAIN HOW THE LITTLE HORSE-SHAPED ONES MOVE?

Sergeant deWytte
AC: 18 | HP: 12/20 | PP: 14

"I usually suspect ghosts, in a place like this. Though anything's possible," the Sergeant replies. Her brow furrows as she scans the stone around them, and she scowls-- though she's been maintaining at least a moderate level of scowl since descending the stairs into the basement in the first place. "Basements. Always basements. Why don't cults or drug dens or vampires ever set up shop in a nice second-floor walkup?"

# ? Jul 20, 2018 03:54

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose

Sorin doesn't quite register Roc's tirade, at least at first. The sheer sense of evil radiating from the bloodied altar is enough to stagger him and only by focusing on Sune's cleansing light can he throw off its insidious nature.

He moves with purpose towards Rose and Roc, saying, "Avert your eyes, child. There's nothing you need see here." As Roc pieces together a travesty most foul, Sorin's concern is with his friend's spectral headmate. There's the chance that such revelations might well distort her being, twist her into a creature of rage and pain like they cleansed upstairs. Or, indeed, the sheer evil of this place may yet do the same. He doesn't even begin to understand what result that might have on Roc. He attempts to put his hand on Rose's shoulder, providing her anything else to fix upon in this surely emotionally trying moment, but it passes through her spectral form. "This den of evil must be cleansed. It's an abomination on this town."

# ? Jul 20, 2018 03:57

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Sorin and Noroco

The chanting fades to nothingness following Noroco's Rant. Silence dominated the hall, before one deep male voice booms out.

ONE MUST DIE

As the words echo through the stone halls and fade away, the chanting from before starts again. Rose lets out a muffled gasp as the voice speaks. "Dad..." After a moment of quiet she looks at the pair of you with a look of fierce determination, "Mommy always read be stories about adventurers, fighting dragons and monsters. Well you all are adventurers and....My dad was hiding something down here. So we have to deal with it! Be adventurers!"

Mokrul

Continuing south Mokrul stands on the crossroads of a tight gloomy dirt lined pathway. The overwhelming smell of decay eminates outward from the halls.

Perception: In the dirt in the hall you can see a grey humanoid claw sticking out of the ground.

# ? Jul 20, 2018 05:28

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Plot, hallway posted:

... tight gloomy dirt lined pathway ... overwhelming smell of decay from the halls ... a grey humanoid claw sticking out of the ground.

Remaining close enough to carry on a conversation with the sergeant while his chicken explores onward, Mokrul side-eyes the hall a bit. "Hm.", he responds, mostly to a question he had posed to himself mentally, but also to the sergeant's statement.

Plot, staircase posted:

... stone crypt ... three sections ... north-east one is empty ... the south-east one is sealed ... south-west tombs are engraved with the names Rosavalda Durst and Thornboldt Durst.

There were crypts for properly burying people not particularly far away, and there seemed to be at least a few 'spares' that hadn't been used. Why bury someone ... or something, he supposed ... in the ground instead? Perhaps the crypts were reserved for the family, and that had been a servant? Or perhaps it was what remained of one of the multitude of villagers that had apparently rather foolishly ventured into the bowels of this place.

Plot, room posted:

... a room with a large wooden table ... floor is strewn with bones of various sizes.

That didn't quite fit together, though. The room they were standing in was filled with bones, and its former tentacle monster inhabitant didn't seem to be a particularly picky eater. Why hadn't the tentacle beast eaten the readily available and presumably delicious claw if that was the case? The answer, fairly obvious to Mokrul, was that the tentacle beast had some sort of good reason for not eating it. "Ah.", he comments, again mostly to himself. Hidden danger of some kind, he assumed.

He began to focus on the area, trying to divine its nature. More guesswork, much like his policy with picking locks: always try to figure it out in order to keep yourself sharp. Was it the telltale remnant of a trap, indicating that the dirt pathway could collapse and bury an unwary traveler? Perhaps the hallway was papered over with an illusion, not unlike parts of the house above them. If that were the case, what might be concealed? The nearby well might have once fueled a quicksand pool before it dried up, and the passageway could still be dangerous as a result if his eyes couldn't be trusted. There were a number of other possibilities, each less likely but more exciting than the last.

One way or another, he supposed, his next step was clear. Reaching into his bag of feed, Mokrul tosses a healthy sprinkling in the general vicinity of the claw. A belligerent chicken was usually enough to tease out the specifics of a deathtrap, mundane or otherwise. He comments to the sergeant with a sigh, "Odds are pretty good another chicken is about to bravely fall in the line of duty. You ... might want to stand back." Mokrul takes his own advice, peeking around the corner from the room.

^{>> Chicken >> Peck peck peck.}
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Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (paranoid investigation) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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Waador fucked around with this message at 06:48 on Jul 20, 2018

# ? Jul 20, 2018 06:02

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

Noroco looks down at Rose, a small smile growing on his lips as he glances up at Sorin. Adventurers, eh? The price was right in this case. Five hundred gold. His face takes on a predatory aspect as he turns to yell back to the staircase.

"Hey Sergeant, the ghosts are demanding a human sacrifice. What should I tell them?"

# ? Jul 20, 2018 07:40

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

The chicken moves forward, pecking at the feed and moving claser to the claw. As it draws near the fingers twitch and the chicken looks at them with a curious glance. Rising swiftly out of the ground the rotten remains of a human unearth themselves, lunging towards the chicken. Still half buried the ghoul cannot grap the chicken, and it flaps back towards Mokrul squawking.

The ghoul looks towards Mokrul and lets out a growl that is soon follow by more from the hall. Three more ghouls begin to unearth themselves from the dirt and claw their way towards the group!

Initiative: 1d20+2 4

Ghouls are prone this round until they unearth themselves.

code:


Ghouls:     4

# ? Jul 21, 2018 05:22

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Not exactly treating the situation with gravity, Mokrul praises his chicken as it flees back to him, commenting, "Oh my gosh, little buddy! Your first successful sortie! I'm so proud of you." As usual, gravity has a way of winning out, though. As more than one threat emerges, Mokrul admits quietly to himself, "...mistakes were made."

Noroco 'Roc' Olvir posted:

"Hey Sergeant, the ghosts are demanding a human sacrifice. What should I tell them?"

Thankfully, it seemed that Noroco was busy hassling ghosts downstairs, and surely that was the cause of this unfortunate situation. Mokrul shouts back, "Oh no~oo~oo! Noroco, what did you do~oo?!" Expecting this to turn into a full-on tunnel scramble very quickly, Mokrul withdraws in order to give the sergeant and Lordorim opportunity to clog the nearby choke point. Slinging his shortbow off his shoulder, he takes aim, planning to split the head of the first threat that emerges from the hallway.

^{>> Initiative 12}

^{>> Movement >> 15' back, opening up the choke point for someone to clog.}

^{>> Interaction >> Draw or sheathe a weapon (shortbow).}

^{>> Ready (an attack action) 21 >> vs. the first threat I can target without disadvantage.}

^{>> Chicken (2) >> Freaking out.}
^{__________________________________________________________________________________________

Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (combat) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (20) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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# ? Jul 21, 2018 05:58

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose

Sorin grins at Rose, "We'll surely live up to your expectations, Rose. Our comrades are many things, but first and foremost they're hearty adventurers with their hearts in the right place." Of course, moments later, it sounds as though those same hearty adventurers had run into some trouble upstairs. Sorin brandishes his knife as he faces the stairs, the beginnings of a prayer on his lips. He says to Roc, "I'll keep watch in case trouble follows us. Can you divine how to break the dark enchantments that have consumed this place?"

Initiative: 1d20+2 19
Sacred Flame (Dex DC13): 1d8 3 Readied for the first enemy that comes down the stairs.

# ? Jul 21, 2018 06:10

TheNabster: Apr 26, 2014; "Today I will cause problems on purpose"

Lordorim Shambastik
AC: 18 | HP: 18/18 | 1/2: HD | Action Surge: Ready

Lordorim rolls a natural 20 on intiative

The moment, he heard the sound of shifting dirt and moaning corpses, Lordorim had sprinted into the room and claws scraping across the floor in a slide, ground to a halt in front of the single entryway. "Never fear, I am here! Just in the nick of time it seems." With shield thrust forward and sword at the ready he peeked over his shoulder. "Please do not shoot me in the back by accident this coat is quite expensive" Ducking low in order to not completely block the door way, Lordorim prepares for the first swing against him.

Lordorim goes into a dodge stance

# ? Jul 22, 2018 12:23

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

Noroco looks around the room, flexing his fingers as he examines the pillars, the alter and the general feng shui of the room. Eventually he shrugs and raises his hand, "Let's see what this does."

A beam of energy that shimmers like gossamer in moonlight erupts from his outstretched hand at what looks like a leyline or some other item of magical import, trying to break up and disrupt whatever was going on down in this room.

First Noroco will try to figure out where to hit this magical system to cause disruption in whatever the hell is going on. He doesn't know how to dispel magic, but this seems ritualistic and rituals tend to be a bit precise in their workings.
Arcana +2: 1d20+2 16

Then I will fire an Eldritch Blast at whatever seems most likely, based on the above, to disrupt and otherwise cause harm in whatever this ceremony is going on down here. I don't know if I need to roll to hit that, but in case I do:
Eldritch Blast: 1d20+5 9
Eldritch Blast (Damage): 1d10 8

Initiative: 1d20+2 8

# ? Jul 22, 2018 17:34

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Arcana: The source of whatever magic is currently going on about you must have it's source at the altar beyond the portcullis. The carvings, structure and design of the room all point to it as being the source. To disrupt it you will likely need access to this chamber.

# ? Jul 24, 2018 05:46

Wahad: May 19, 2011; There is no escape.

"Skinny" Erevan
_{Arrows: 116/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 | Slots: 2/2}

The Firbolg follows along stoically. As the chanting gets louder, his grim determination becomes more apparent, and his bow remains at the ready at all times. When the ghouls wake up, he sighs. Slipping past Lordorim with barely a sound, he plinks off an arrow straight into the abomination's eye, then passes back behind the relative safety of his sturdy dragonborn companion.

Initiative at 2d20k1+2=16.
Move 20 ft to get in front of Lordorim.
Attack vs Ghoul at 1d20+6=26. (Advantage from going before they act and disadvantage from them being prone cancels eachother out). CRIT for 1d8+1d8+4=14 piercing damage to the ghoul in front.
Move 10ft back into the room.

# ? Jul 25, 2018 07:43

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

His attempt to disrupt the magic from range seems to be ineffective, as his eyes are drawn to the central alter on the other side of the bars. He looks back to Sorin, "I might be able to do something about this, but I'd need to do it at the alter. It seems a fool's errand to walk into the spider's nest one by one, no? We should go rejoin our companions and address this all at once."

# ? Jul 25, 2018 20:00

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Moaning, the ghouls pull themselves free of the earth and make their way forward. The one struck in the eye by Erevan staggers forward and stops in front of Lordorim, with another bringing up the rear.

The other two ghouls slink of into the side passage and out of sight.

code:


Lordorim:    20
Sorin:       19
Erevan:      16
Noroco:      16
Mokrul:      12
Ghouls:       4
deWytte:      1

# ? Jul 26, 2018 05:36

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

A threat approaches Lordorim, as expected. Mokrul releases the taut string of his shortbow, planting an arrow in its other eye, with the path of the missile coming dangerously close to the shoulder of his companion's tailored coat.

^{>> Attack (reaction, readied attack) 21 >> vs. the ghoul, dealing 7 piercing damage.}

Mokrul's shot is immediately followed by another, with the next arrow embedding itself in the center of the creature's forehead, and very nearly splitting its skull in half from the force of the double tap.

^{>> Attack (action) 22 >> vs. the ghoul, dealing 12 piercing damage.}

Having caught his breath to steady his shots, Mokrul finally exhales, and reaches for another arrow from his quiver. He spends a moment trying to come up with a witty one-liner for his latest feat of martial prowess, but nothing comes. It is unlikely that anyone would notice him frowning about this in the heat of battle, though he is.
^{__________________________________________________________________________________________

Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (combat) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (18) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

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# ? Jul 26, 2018 06:01

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

Noroco will move up to the staircase and hold his shield forward, readying to cast a spell at anything coming down toward them.

Noroco will Move to block the staircase when he (presumably) hears the ghouls are splitting off and heading toward them. Ready action: Fire Eldritch Blast if a ghoul comes around the corner at me.

To save time, if my Eldritch blast gets triggered:
To Hit
Eldritch Blast (If triggered): 1d20+5 17
Damage
Eldritch Blast (Damage - If Triggered): 1d10 4

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If I would be hit by an attack (They get an attack roll >= 18) but Shield could block it (So effectively, if they roll between 18-22) he will throw shield up.

# ? Jul 26, 2018 08:03

Wahad: May 19, 2011; There is no escape.

"Skinny" Erevan
_{Arrows: 114/120 | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 | Slots: 2/2}

Watching Mokrul plug the ghoul in front, the Firbolg decides to start attacking the second one before it can get to the front. With the same pin-point accuracy, his arrow flies with a slight arc into the second ghoul's eye. His lips twitch, a minute expression of satisfaction; slaying the undead, even if they weren't necessarily the ones from his visions, was never a terrible chore.

Move back a little.
Attack vs Ghoul at 1d20+6=26. CRIT for 1d8+1d8+4=15 piercing damage to the ghoul that's second in line.

# ? Jul 26, 2018 08:09

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose

Sorin takes position behind Roc, ready to add Sune's cleansing light to the barrage waiting for anything that poked its way down the stairs.

Sacred Flame (Dex DC13): 1d8 3 Readied for the first enemy that comes down the stairs.

# ? Jul 29, 2018 02:26

TheNabster: Apr 26, 2014; "Today I will cause problems on purpose"

Lordorim Shambastik
AC: 18 | HP: 18/18 | 1/2: HD | Action Surge: Ready

Lordorim's flashy flourish didn't seem to arouse much commotion from the Ghouls, probably because they hadn't risen out of the ground yet.

He watched as one lumbered towards him. "Aha! I see you are not dissuaded by my elaborate sword drill, how about this!" He said as he slashed out with his Long-sword.

Lordorim rolls a 20 to hit the Ghoul, and inflicts 12 slashing damage total

TheNabster fucked around with this message at 19:16 on Aug 8, 2018

# ? Aug 1, 2018 19:48

Quorum: Sep 24, 2014; REMIND ME AGAIN HOW THE LITTLE HORSE-SHAPED ONES MOVE?

deWytte

Elayne grinned, her weathered face creasing. Anything was better than endless tension, even smacking ghouls in the face with a blade on a stick. Speaking of which...

The Sergeant hauls the halberd off her back and expertly thrusts it past Lordorim, stabbing at the ghoul in the doorway.

Actions:
Halberd attack: 1d20+5 24
Halberd damage: 1d10+3 7 slashing damage
I'm going to pre-emptively not make a bonus attack with the butt of the weapon since Lordorim's in the way and that seems like asking for trouble.

# ? Aug 3, 2018 02:49

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Under the flurry of blows from the groups front-liners the lead ghoul collapses, but another quickly fills the void. The ghoul lunges at Lordorim, but its grasping claws are knocked aside by the skillful swordsman. Another ghoul emerges from the tunnel and makes a line towards Erevan, raising its claws and striking him across the arms. A chill goes down Erevan's spine and a feeling of vertigo pulls at him, something in the ghouls claws is having a reaction in him.

The final ghoul makes its way downstairs, and is greeted by a blast of magic and fire from the pair in the sub-basement.

Claws: 1d20+4 7 2d4+2 4

Claws: 1d20+4 21 2d4+2 9 Erevan make a DC10 Con Save, on failure you are paralyzed for 1 minute, saves repeating on end of turn.

Dex Save: 1d20+2 6

code:


Lordorim:    20
Sorin:       19
Erevan:      16
Noroco:      16
Mokrul:      12
Ghouls:       4
deWytte:      1

# ? Aug 3, 2018 05:22

Wahad: May 19, 2011; There is no escape.

"Skinny" Erevan
_{Arrows: 114 | HP: 11/20 | AC: 16 | Slots: 2/2}

Resisting the ghoul's nauseous power, the Firbolg disappears from view upon being hit. But a moment later, an arrow flies over Mokrul's head and pins the ghoul in the arm. "Sergeant, if you wouldn't mind...?" he asks, hoping Elaine will engage the new combatant.

Con Save at 1d20+2=16. Passed.
Bonus Action: Hidden Step. Become invisible.
Move: Behind Mokrul. Being invisible means I do not provoke an OA.
Action: Attack Ghoul that just hit me at 1d20+6=20. Hit for 1d8+4=7 piercing damage. I am no longer invisible.

# ? Aug 3, 2018 07:35

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

Noroco continues to block the way down to keep the ghoul from getting to Sorin, using his training with Master Mustrum to conjure his magics from behind the shield before firing them forward into the ghoul's skull.

"I hate this house."

No movement, standard action Eldritch Blast with Crossbow Expert helping me out.
Eldritch Blast: 1d20+5 25 Critical Hit!
Eldritch Blast (Crit Damage): 2d10 8 Damage

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If I would be hit by an attack (They get an attack roll >= 18) but Shield could block it (So effectively, if they roll between 18-22) he will throw shield up.

# ? Aug 3, 2018 08:00

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Brother Sorin of the Ruby Rose

Sorin calls down another burst of cleansing light on the foul ghoul attacking his friend, responding, "It does seem rather intent that we not leave with a good impression of it!"

Sacred Flame (Dex DC13): 1d8 8

# ? Aug 3, 2018 15:56

Waador: Sep 11, 2001; Smashin' down the light.; Pillbug

^{Mokrul Verdant Allweather > 13 / 13 HP / 13 AC}

Hoping to reduce the volume of their problem a little bit, Mokrul keeps his attention focused on the ghoul already engaged with Lordorim. An arrow quickly finds its target. Not long thereafter, Mokrul wisely ducks behind the sergeant, not particularly keen on bringing a bow to a claw fight.

^{>> Attack (action) 18 >> vs. the ghoul, dealing 4 piercing damage.}

^{>> Movement >> 5', behind the sergeant.}
^{__________________________________________________________________________________________

Passive: Perception (16) / Investigation (16) / Insight (14) / Darkvision (60')

Effects: Inspiration / Concentration (combat) / Stealth

Long Rest: Hit Dice (2/2d8) / Blessing of the Forge

> Cantrips: Guidance^C / Mending / Sacred Flame

> [2/2] Lv. 1: Healing Word / Detect Magic^RC / Ceremony^R / Identify^RD / Searing Smite^CD

Resources:: Arrow (17) / Iron key (library) / Jewelry box (bedroom) / House blueprint (floor 1/2/3)

Livestock: Chickens (11) / Chicken Feed (100 pounds)

Map / Journal

__________________________________________________________________________________________}

# ? Aug 3, 2018 17:02

TheNabster: Apr 26, 2014; "Today I will cause problems on purpose"

Lordorim Shambastik
AC: 18 | HP: 18/18 | 1/2: HD | Action Surge: Ready

As the first Ghoul landed in two neatly severed chunks in front of Lordorim another lunged foward and took a swipe at his person, which he very casually fended away from him. "You gents have that one behind me right? Yes? Okay that's good." With snake like speed the sword thrust outwards towards the Ghoul standing before him.

Lordorim stabs at the Ghoul that dared to swipe at him, rolling a 22 to hit, and inflicting 10 damage.

TheNabster fucked around with this message at 19:42 on Aug 8, 2018

# ? Aug 8, 2018 19:39

Ovo: Dec 20, 2008; Life Rules

Under the combined fire and steel of the party on the second floor both ghouls fall. On the stairs, first blasted by magics and then engulphed in holy flames the last ghoul collapses to the ground twitching. The halls of the basement are silent for a moment, until the chanting from the chamber below begins again.

Dex Save: 1d20+2 7

Combat ends!

# ? Aug 17, 2018 05:12

professor_curly: Mar 4, 2016; There he is!

Noroco "Roc" Olvir
AC: 18 | HP: 13/13 | PP: 14
Sorcerer Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/2]
Warlock Spellcasting: Lv1 [1/1]

He holds a breath in silence, letting it out when the chanting starts back up. It was almost a relief in its presence. It was constant. Routine.

"Is there anything else up there we should stir up? We have ominous chanting down here."

# ? Aug 17, 2018 05:47

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# ? Apr 20, 2024 03:35

Wahad: May 19, 2011; There is no escape.

"Skinny" Erevan
_{Arrows: 114 | HP: 11/20 | AC: 16 | Slots: 2/2}

"I should rather we stir up nothing at all," comes the Firbolg's wistful sigh, "but I suppose we must put an end to this once and for all." The tall archer doesn't particularly seem bothered by the ghoul's claw wound in his side, though one might suspect he is simply putting up a poker face, given the gnarly look of the tears in his flesh. "Have you found the source of the chanting, Brother Sorin?"

# ? Aug 17, 2018 09:21

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