First Five Written Out

The only one able to move is Khamyra, having the quickness to slide behind the protection of the merchant’s wall. Shemrata who is sprawled across the merchants floor is stunned. The Onyx elf jumps over the fallen Odius and races down the road.

Khamyra fiddling with her pouch as she runs, decides protection will be key if she faces this mysterious magic user. Damn, I hope this thing knows what he is doing with magic, otherwise this will be a short investigation, she thinks to herself. Then the Warlock refocuses herself on the warding spell she is going to use.

She turns down the alleyway, almost falling from the slick pavement. Sprints down the thin walkway about 20 feet and stops. Being morning, the light has yet to reach into the alleyway. It is darker in here and within seconds her dark vision kicks in. The Onyx Elf continues down a few poorly planned pathways, tight between buildings and she reaches one that is all but butted up against the cliffs.

“I am only guessing he went this way, but my instincts have guided me here,” she mumbles to herself, looking and listening.

Meanwhile the group is getting to their feet, a bit dazed and confused. Velencia has found her balance, looks over to the Champion in full light mode. She glares at him, “put that necklace back on you dolt!” she yells.

Everyone else is getting up, but Chance was the first to race down the street, worried about Khamyra. While he runs he puts on his necklace. A bit surprised at how slick the cobblestone is, he slides past the alleyway, but manages to skitter to a halt. Grabs on to the side of a building and races down the pathway trying to keep his balance.

Meanwhile, Khamyra is still slowly walking down the last alleyway. In broken common she hears “You are either very brave or very stupid, dark one,” a deep elegant voice says, somewhat echoing down the tight path.

She rubs goop on her wrist, traces a symbol and says “scudo,” knowing this is a more personal warding spell that will hopefully keep her in between the unknown danger ahead. She holds her hand out and a glowing wall forms in front of her that she can still see through, it seems to adhere to her movements and speed of her walk.

“Oh! A Sorcerer I see,” he says with a bit of joy in his voice.

She continues to walk slowly down the alleyway. “Warlock, I am a Warlock,” Khamyra hisses, “I guess I have been ignorant to think I was the only one able to use magic on Legon. You do know how to use it stranger? Not knowing could literally destroy this city, destroy us.”

“Yes, Warlock, I do. I use it a little different from you it appears. But, I bow to your strength of spell. You seem like a formidable opponent,” he says very calmly and precisely, “if we ever cross paths again, I will have to pay closer attention to you.”

She is creeping along, probing the man a bit trying to give up his location; maybe in the shadows or in a doorway. Then it dawned on her, he can probably cast invisibility like she can. Khamyra stops and looks around.

In the distance she can hear her name being called by her Fiance and Velencia laughing for some reason.

“It was a pleasure to meet you,” the man says, way too close and she backs up a bit, “I only suggest that you pack up and leave, this might be a little over all of your heads.”

She shakes her head a bit, “It probably is, but I miss my flowers in the garden, grass that is green and a world where everyone doesn’t die of thirst.”

Taking a chance, and in some ways paying respect to the man’s polite demeanor, she brings her hand down. The glowing wall dissipates in a puff of smoke.

Khymara can barely hear footsteps. “Fair enough dark one, but be warned, you will not like what you find. Farewell.”

Just then Chance comes wheeling around the corner, loses his footing and slides on his ass into the cliff wall with a crash.

Velencia makes her way around, with pure joy watching this large man scamper through the alleyways. She lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh again that echoes down the narrow alleyway seeing him slam into a wall.

He frantically gets to his feet, looks down the pathway and sees Khamyra just standing, staring down the alleyway.

“Calm down Chump, she is fine, see,” Velencia says giving Chance an annoyed look, “unlike you, she can take very good care of herself.”

Khamyra turns to the group, brow furrowed, in deep thought. Velencia is squinting, not being able to see in the shadows very well right now. Chance quickly walks to the Warlock.

“There is a level of intelligence that I think we are not taking into account,” Khamyra says staring out in deep thought, “quick precise spells, understanding of the arcane, well spoken and very polite.”

Velencia lets out a chuckle, “Oh no, Polite, oh boy,” she says, putting out her hands, wide eyes, delivery thick with sarcasm.

The Onyx elf gives Velencia a look and shakes her head.

“There has to be a level of skill and intelligence here, this is one hell of a spell or elemental creation. Add in the fact there is a very powerful spell that makes people forget certain things,’” Velencia starts to drone on, “I fear we might be dealing with things that are frowned upon by all, that I did once and I will never do again…”

Khamyra nods her head, putting her arm around her Champion, “Blood magic,” she says quietly and softly.

The Champion stops and glares at the Priestess. “The storm. That crazy fucking storm on the Isle. That was blood magic. I remember Cassie telling me that.”

“Yes, yes, I needed some extra power to the spell and decided to go that route,” she says then looking down, “it got a little out of hand, and the repercussions were not pleasant. Not pleasant at all. You ran into some of them Chump.”

“Ghouls and Zombies?” he says eyes wide, stopping at the crossroads of the alleyways. “You created them from blood magic?!”

She is slowly walking further down the pathway, “No, you dolt, the spell backfired in it’s own way, but the blood magic protected the Isle from exploding,” she responds, remembering that day. “Yeah, we left our little ‘pets’ down in the sanctuary for you, the ghouls were an added bonus. Lost a lot of good people that day.”

It takes the Champion a few moments to continue walking, also remembering that horrific day. He starts to get angry, then decides to change the subject matter, get his boiling blood under control.

The party is making their way out of the alleyways and Chance chuckles a bit, again remembering, “When I first met Finster, he was as Charming a man as I have ever met,” he says, recalling that day. “Unlike blondie over here that is crude and nasty.”

She stops, hands on hips Velencia is staring at him, anger growing, “That was the first time I met Finster face to face, it was supposed to be one of the best moments of my life,” she says in a rant, “instead I was stuck being an errand girl, making our Lord mad, and the worst of it, listening to you and that pesky girl talk about the size of your ears!”

Chance hugs his fiance and laughs out loud. By this time they have reached the entrance to the road where the Alchemist is on. Shemrata was there, a little pissed and annoyed, hood drawn with Arlo who looked a bit dazed.

Khamyra looks up to the Champion, “what do you mean, he was charming? You spoke with him? Well I guess you did, you do all the time.”

The group turns down the street and walks slowly down the road back to the herb shop.

“Our lord is evil, but being nice and polite is something that I feel defines a person’s integrity. It is not inherently good or evil,” he says trying to explain.

“Fuck off,” Velencia says, knowing it was a knock on her and her attitude, storms off with Arlo by her side.

The Champion smirks, and waits until she is out of earshot to say, “that answers any questions about that.”

Khamyra playfully nudges him and makes it to their destination. Velencia is in the doorway of the Alchemist shop, already in the woman’s face. The lady who was dressed modestly, a door hinge in her hand, is looking over her doors that were damaged in the attack.

Her eyes were huge talking with Velencia.

“Who was that?” the Priestess says, eyes on fire pointing back where the man or creature ran off too.

Khamyra walks to the confrontation knowing Velencia is not going to be nice about this.

The woman, in a surprise retort, says, “What the hell did you do to my doors?!?”

An older man is coming out from the back of the shop, eyes wide, a hand crossbow aiming, apparently a bit spooked after that sound and crash.

The entire party is there now, and the old man points his crossbow at them. “You better have some gold to fix these doors!” he says, eyes turning to slits.

Velencia looks over to Shemrata who drops her hood. The man’s eyes bulge and steps back a little, as does the woman. He stops pointing the weapon and just stares at the Odius. Shemrata smirks a bit, then lets her tail out, giving the shop owners even more to think about.

“I am not going to repeat myself again,” Velencia’s eyes flicker with a little anger and power, “who was that smelly hooded man?!?”

The lady shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head, “I don’t know, he comes in almost daily to buy some herbs and components. Umm…” she pauses to think, “At first I thought maybe he was someone down on his luck, who found some recipes for potions. I mean he smells really bad. But after that, I kind of got used to him coming in.”

Khamyra goes to the lady who is looking the Onyx elf over and her eyes end up at her breasts popping out. “I apologize for our aggressiveness, we were just thrown through your doors by that hooded man by some kind of elemental means,” Khamyra lying through her teeth, but she knows saying ‘magic’ could send people in a panic.

“We would like to know why he did that and what he is doing here in this City,” she says with a soft smile waiting for both of the shop owners to get their eyes off her busting cleavage.

The two shopkeepers shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.

Chance walks over, hands them 2 platinum pieces and smiles. “This should be plenty for the doors, now, it is important that we find out who that man was and what he is doing in the city,” he finishes with another soft look.

Both of them smile and they take the platinum.

“Let me guess, he started showing up about a season ago? Is sometimes accompanied by a woman?” Chance starts, trying to cut to the chase instead of rehashing information they already knew.

They both nod their head, “At first we bartered for things, he had some powerful components I took,” the woman says tapping a finger on her chin, “then a few weeks ago he started paying in silver coins. Been doing that ever since.”

She walks over to her counter, “this is what he buys every time, I have a list here, of any component he has needed since,” the female keeps looking over some papers. She hands the paper she finds to Khamyra who is looking it over.

Velencia walks over and looks too, but keeps getting distracted by the Onyx Elves gorgeous boobs.

“Can we keep this?” Velencia asks looking up and they nod.

Khamyra glances at the Priestess who has more eyes on her cleavage than the parchment. She gives her a scolding look. This makes the Onyx elf mess with her top again, and getting frustrated.

“You did quite the number on my top here, Clara,” she says with heavy sarcastic undertones, “I mean I am ready to go make some coin tonight down at the corner.”

Figuring they have tapped out the merchants with information, they say goodbye to the both of them and leave the shop.

Khamyra is looking over the list again, mumbling a bit, “Highgrass, Verdant Nettle, Arrow Root…” she continues to look, “wait, Nyremort Powder?”

Velencia glances over to the Onyx Elf, “that is very rare, I am not even sure how they could be supplied with this regularly? As I recall it is also kind of gross.”

“Nyremort powder?” she says again holding the list up to look at, “Yes. Gross. Ground up human Kidney, with some various other organs thrown in. Some kingdoms have banned the sale of it too.”

The group is in the middle of the road, no one really around, thinking it over. Khamyra looks over to Velencia, “Wilder is the only one I know that could have access to so much of it, with all those bodies in that disgusting room of his, back in Camerondale.”

“How deep do you think Wilder is into this?” the Warlock says, thinking out loud, “Awful convenient to have all these components for this massive elemental incantation. To really think of it too, to have a vast supply of preserved dead bodies for a Lich, it makes you think, what is this guy into?”

Chance’s eyes bulge a bit, and looks at his fiancé.

Velencia is frowning a bit. “That little dead body shop wasn’t Wilders. He was using it for his sting operation for dill-hole there. But, I don’t know, he doesn’t like to get too involved. Just skim the surface, get as much gold as he can, and get the hell out,” she says, also in deep thought, “It sounds too involved and elaborate for the old thief.”

“Even so, the access to the corpses was there. If it paid him enough? Would he do it then?” she says, raising an eyebrow, assuming money will buy him every time.

“Good point, but, he has turned me down a few times when things got a little messy,” she says looking farther down the street, “and I do not skimp on money, and he knows that.”

Khamyra sighs wishing she had more answers than this, stuffs the list in her coat and walks to the Waterlogged Dolphin with purpose. Everyone looks around and just follows, “uhhh pumpkin tits, where we going?” Velencia says in a playful tone.

“Let’s get some rooms,” she says, turning down a road, to the Inn. “What better place than Wilder’s? Keep an eye on him in the process.”

Wilder is behind the bar, looks to be sweeping. A few of his people are cleaning. One of his goons is cursing finding food smeared across the wall.

The group barges into the place, louder than they wanted to. Khamyra walks to the bar, and Wilder’s eyes get a bit big and his goons all unsheathe their weapons, looking the party over that just barged into the building.

The old vet looks at her perplexed, “uhh, yeah, if you are here to punch me again, I would rather you didn’t.” He glances down at her titties, “But I don’t mind you showing up to chat.”

The Onyx elf steps right up to the bar, boobs popping out practically, “No, just looking for some rooms, we need a place to stay while we look into things further.”

He nods his head, putting the broom against the wall and starts to wipe his hands off with a cloth. “There is a nice Inn a few streets up. It’s a bit of a walk but a nice view of the cloud.”

Velencia scoffs a bit, “No Wild, we want to stay here,” she says more in a command, than a question.

“I don’t really want people to stay here unless they’re in my crew, this is more a pub than anything,” he starts, opens his mouth to say something else, but gets interrupted.

“A platinum a night for three rooms, that is easily ten times the amount you would get for them,” Velencia says, leaning on the bar, her boobs popping out too.

Now faced with two pairs of beautiful titties, he smirks and looks at the both of them. “Fine, I need 3 days paid in advance. Take the three closest rooms to the stairs.”

Velencia lays the money on the counter and he grabs them immediately giving Khamyra the stink eye.

The group heads up and drops off their stuff, “don’t leave anything too valuable in the rooms, I am sure it will be looked over,” the Priestess says knowing the old thief too well.

Khamyra mumbles about being a little impressed about how far a couple pair of milk makers can get you.

They head back down, looking to head towards the dock area, and Khamyra hoping she can find a clothing or armor shop along the way.

Velencia corners Wilder again, and the group sees her give him even more money. She walks to Arlo who waves and smiles at her. She walks him to Wilder and introduces them.

Afterwards she grabs something from under the bar, where the old vet goes to stop her but doesn’t after looking at her face. Velencia takes the rope and heads over to the group standing, waiting, for her.

Turn Based Starts Here

Chance: I kind of got the sense of that and its for the best right now. Raising an eyebrow as I see Arlo is going to be staying with Wilder.

DMaster: VEL: Well, let’s get going, at least scope out the ground level cloud line, or whatever it is.
KHA: Yeah, I want to go back to that alleyway too. He obviously went there for a reason.

Chance: Scoff.
Chan: Probably a trap. Anyways, while we are at it after giving the alleyway a look over we need to find you some armor. Those titties need protection. Not that I am complaining really, but I don’t need those distracting me.

DMaster: She looks down and gives her boobs a few quick honks, giggles.

Chance: face turns a shade red, gulps a bit and turns away from staring
Chan: I umm, come on, let’s go check out that alley.

DMaster: VEL: Let’s and hopefully Chump over here will fall down a few more times.
Velencia chuckles, the group leaves and heads down the road. Outside feels like it is either right after or before sunrise; light, but dimmed. Its warm, roughly 80 degrees and there is a wind coming from the giant cloud. That doesn’t seem to stop everything from feeling wet. You get to the alleyway, Khamyra and Velencia exchange glances.
VEL: No Khamyra hun, I know what you are thinking, I gave up the mana use for now. I am now just concentrating on my Priestess duties.
The Onyx Elf smiles, nods her head. A good 400 feet down the alleyway that is butted up against a cliff face you can see the edge of the cloud formation.

Chance: I begin to look around the alleyway for possible signs that the mysterious person may have left, secret doors perhaps.

DMaster: Your fiance walks to the cliff wall, rubs some goop on it, traces a symbol on it, then whispers “felfed.”

Chance: look up from what I am doing to see what happens when she does that. Starting to move closer.

DMaster: A faint light shoots across the cliff face, it streaks down the side of the cliff wall, then it hits something. The faint light just disappears. Velencia and Khamyra both look at each other, eye brows raised.

Chance: Chan: Just what in the hell was that?

DMaster: They shake their head and walk to where it stopped. A faint doors like glow. Both of the women seem to wince a little bit approaching it. Velencia reluctantly reaches for the wall, touches it and then pulls back. She shudders, turns and you see her eyes are black now. Shemrata smirks liking that look. Khamyra jumps back, realizing what it is.
VEL: Yup. Blood Magic is hiding this door.
She gets out shaking her head.

Chance: Chan: damn, at least warn someone before your eyes get all freaky on us.

DMaster: She scoffs at you, then gets herself situated.
VEL: We will have to be careful, the side effect of blood magic is, well, the opposite of blood.
KHA: That means, blood is life… the opposite is, well…
She glances over to you and sighs.
VEL: Death, Chump, death.

Chance: Chan: Like the ghouls you created under the compound? Great job with that by the way.
Look back at the blank wall of the cliff face.
Chan: I get that, but do we use more blood to open the door? I am sure its not gonna be as easy as picking it or the turning of a knob.

DMaster: Velencia ignores you. The Priestess looks at the Odius. Shemrata nods and walks to her. Velencia holds her hand on the hidden door, holds her necklace and a force explodes out and knocks everyone back. The Priestess, stutters back, Shemrata holding her up now.
VEL: Oh, (gasp) this is no Bullshit.
You can see veins and the like tracing through her skin, and then disappear as she continues to chant. Her eyes just a deep empty void of darkness. The onyx elf’s eyes are big, watching it, shaking her head in some bit of disgust. Velencia stops and squats down, head in hands.
VEL: Ok Chump, your up… check for traps, open it up.

Chance: I glare at her for a moment before walking over to the door. See if it has an affect on me before checking for traps.

DMaster: Checking carefully, it does not seem to be giving off anything. Just a cliff wall face. Khamyra is scraping the ground in front, like making a mark in case the door is hidden again, and they have to come back.

Chance: I will look the door over and see if there are any possible traps giving it a good look over.

DMaster: You look it over. If you didn’t see where the spell Khamyra cast ended, you would have no idea it was still there. No creases, no oddity around it.

Chance: look back shaking my head and feel around at where I think the door is.

DMaster: Velencia stands up, shakes her head and looks at you.
VEL: Useless as usual, great.
Khamyra squints.
KHA: No Vel, Damn, Hold up.
She rubs some goop on the wall, traces a symbol, softly says “Risipi.”

Chance: my hands instantly stop searching as she says that.

DMaster: The door fades and disappears. A crude tunnel leading into the cliff is now apparent.
KHA: It needed to be dispelled. Blood magic hiding, “mana” magic to open it. Jebus, someone doesn’t want visitors.
Then she stops, eyes big looking in. Everyone looks at each other, you can hear some noise deep inside. Sounds like; battling, some yelling.

Chance: giving everyone a look and move from where I was searching
Chan: We should go check it out but do so with a bit of caution.

DMaster: VEL: As astoot as ever, Chump.
Shakes her head, but Shemrata steps forward.
SHEM: I for one want to crack some skulls, but we have to know we will be facing something here, is everyone ready for battle?
She says in a smooth hissing like voice, her ticking apparent now with the anticipation of battle.

Chance: look over at Khamyra for a moment with my eyes a bit big.
Chan: are we sure we want to do this without you having adequate armor on hun?

DMaster: She shakes her head, pulls her top up a bit, looks down
VEL: It’s a distraction I guess.
She laughs, and in some way is kind of proud of them right now.
VEL: I watched you dive into battle in nothing but a burlap shirt and pants, I think a little titty action will just be ok.
Khamyra nods her head, leans into her love and grabs her small book, looks through it. Velencia has shaken off the residual of the door, Shemrata takes her tail out and her ticking gets louder.

Chance: Chan: fine, lets go but the moment I see anything that is weirder than the cloud, the necklace is coming off

DMaster: They all nod their head, Shemrata steps forward
SHEM: I will lead, people with magic get ready to sling.
The Odius glances back,
SHEM: and you… dunce boy. Keep your hand on the necklace, and watch our back.
Velencia chuckles, Khamyra wanted to say something but decided against it. She is in deep thought with her spell.

Chance: Wait to follow them in.
Chan: call me dunce boy one more time and you wont have to worry about my hand being on the necklace. Got it goat face?

DMaster: The creatures eyes lighten up a bit, a small smile, and she laughs. You move in. As you walk in she stops almost immediately and looks down. She is lifting her boot up.

Chance: looking down with my hand near the necklace to see why she stopped

DMaster: Once your eyes adjust you see blood splattered all over. Even a bucket of sorts that looks like there is body parts and blood in it. As they move forward slowly, you get in and the blood seems to be dripping down the wall too.
KHA: Gross. Wait is this a trap?
Velencia stops the party and looks it over. (Arcana check:19)
VEL: nope. Seems to have been powering the door.
About 100 feet down is what seems like a lantern on the ground against the corridor wall. The walls are rocky in parts, some parts are smooth, and some just crumbling dirt. Looks like it was created with haste. The height of the corridor ranges from 10 feet in some areas, seems to dip to about 7 feet in spots. The floor is anything but smooth, so you are taking your time. The majority of the noise has stopped, it is replaced with some bangs and nothing more.

Chance: looking to see if the corridor keeps going straight or if it seems to branch off in other directions.

DMaster: As your darkvision kicks in, you see farther down. You are thinking it either ends, curves or something because you can’t see more than say 30 feet past the lantern.

Chance: Chan: Roughly 30 feet from the lantern, the corridor either splits off, or ends.
Shake my head to get the overwhelming feeling of a trap off me.
Chan: why do I feel like we are walking into another trap

DMaster: Shemrata makes it to the lantern and you all can hear some voices, they seem kind of frantic. Though you can’t really tell what they are saying it is not common, it is Elvish.

Chance: I will see if I can make out what the voices are saying
Chan: Elves. Not sure what they are saying.

DMaster: Everyone nods and is trying to listen now. Khamyra perks up.
KHA: Someone… is saying “stay alive? Don’t die?” maybe even “keep breathing?”
with her instinct, she knows someone needs help, the onyx elf pushes past Shemrata and is heading towards the voices

Chance: Smile and move past them as well.
Chan: well that settles that. I am with you.

DMaster: Shemrata glances over to Velencia who sighs loudly.
VEL: Well if it’s a trap, I hope you are ready.
She says sarcastically. The oddly made corridor dips down a little then you can see that it curves to the left and seems to go up an incline a bit. More light is coming from somewhere further in. Khamyra gets down and starts to creep. (Stealth: 14)

Chance: I get down and start creeping and I get behind Khamyra, as my hand stays close to the necklace. (Todd rolls a 23 for stealth)

DMaster: You sit at the edge of the room, Khamyra is waving Velencia back just so she and you can get a look. From what you can see, it is at least 40 feet deep, possibly 70 or more feet wide. Looks almost like a storage room, some barrels, crates and the like. On the far wall is a large double door that seems to have some crates against it now. Inside you see what appears to be a woman with long silverish hair. She is kneeling over someone else, and it appears she is glowing for a short time. Peering further in, you see another person against the wall holding his gut, coughing. Another kneeling down spitting blood, in bad shape. There appears to be one more warrior of sorts, leaning against two big doors on the far wall, pushing it back seems and he is breathing heavy. Everyone in the room looks like they are armed to the teeth, in fancy armor, but in bad shape, post battle. (Todd rolls a 18 on history check)

Chance: my eyes get big as I see they are Augustian.

DMaster: You two look at each other and at the same time whisper
KHA & Chan: Augustian?

Chance: nod my head and give her a small smile.

DMaster: KHA: I don’t think they are a threat, but I don’t want to spook them.

Chance: Chan: I agree, I don’t want to alarm them with how well armed they appear.
Saying it quietly.

DMaster: Khamyra stands and slowly takes a few steps in, she then clears her throat. You can hear Velencia mumble something about “they better know what they are doing.” A tall thin woman, swirls around, draws a gorgeous long blade and points it at you. Flowing silver hair, skin that almost seems like it is glowing a bit, huge striking green eyes with yellow mixed in, tattoos on her face circling her eyes. She is in fantastical armor, blood splatters all over her, including her hands and arms.

Chance: Puts hands up, non threatening.
Chan: easy, easy, we mean you no harm.
Keep close to Khamyra.

DMaster: She walks towards you, sword aiming at the both of you. It looks like she is protecting her group by staying in the middle. Her eyes wide and on fire. Then the one on the wall, stands wobbles a bit but draws his weapon too. The one spitting blood collapses in a pool of blood.
WOM: Stop. Do not take another step or I swear I will gut you where you stand! (Elf Dialect)
She says with some force, her eyes flutter a bit of sparks and light.

Chance: Chan: well as I said, we mean you no harm. Though it seems like you could use some help. (Elf dialect)

DMaster: As a small stand off starts, and hearing voices now, Velencia pops her head in and looks. Her eyes get big.
VEL: Oh, wow, a Hunter Elite. I didn’t expect the stick elves to show up.
The elf woman looks at the crude woman, glares at her. Then Velencia stops seeing her eyes and skin tone.
VEL: Whoa, whoa.
looks her over more, smile washes over her face. A look of surprise. (Velencia rolls 22 Perception, 21 history) She does not speak in elf, but common.
VEL: You are a Renrazzi? Holy shit, I never thought I would ever really meet one. Shouldn’t you be up in some armored tower as a Lord or Lady or something?
The “renrazzi” as Velencia called her, is looking over the party, eyes still darting around.
WOM: No, I chose not too… (shakes her head) It doesn’t matter, state your business or turn around and leave.(Elf dialect).
VEL: (mumbles) Rude…

Chance: Keep in a non threatening stance.
Chan: I am sorry, we did not mean to startle you. We have been investigating the obvious events that are swirling outside this dungeon. (Elf dialect).
My eyes turn to their fallen companion who has collapsed.
Chan: perhaps we can help each other, if you will let us.

DMaster: The one she was kneeling over, moans a bit and rolls over to his side, coughs. The one who collapsed is a woman from what you can tell and is motionless. She steps back a bit, glances over to her.
WOM: SPEAK! I do not have time to chit chat here! (Elf dialect)
She says angrily.
KHA: Please take care of your wounded. (Elf dialect).
She steps back a bit and makes you all step back. Another way to show you are not aggressive.
KHA: We are not here for you. We were investigating where a man. Well, I think it’s a man with a weird face went too. and it has led us here. (Elf dialect).

Chance: Chan: This weird faced smelly man is who we are in search of. He and possibly whoever else, is causing some serious problems. (Elf dialect).

DMaster: The woman is staring at you all, backs up to the one who collapsed. Shemrata comes up, but keeps her hood on and tail in control.
WOM: Please, I don’t know what you are talking about. I… I… (Elf dialect).
She sheathes her sword and kneels down to the woman collapsed. She keeps her eyes on you guys more than her fallen compatriot.

Chance: If I could change over I could heal that woman in a heartbeat.

DMaster: Khamyra knowing you too well, puts her hand across you to make sure you don’t do anything dumb. But then Velencia walks over to the woman, who scrambles to her feet trying to unsheathe her sword. The Priestess just looks into the elf’s eyes with amazement.
VEL: Let us help you green eyes, so you can get the fuck out of our way, how about that?
The Renrazzi’s eyes a little wild, not sure what to do. Velencia gives her a calm down motion, walks to the side of the fallen guard. Squats, puts her hand on him, and a shutter of light and power exchange. The woman who was motionless on the ground, now moans and rolls over, coughing blood. A look of relief washes over the elegant elf’s face, even just a little bit.
WOM: Oh, a Cleric, Thank Animax. (Elf dialect)
The room goes quiet. Velencia stands, smirk on her face.

Chance: Chan: yeah, a hard no on that.
Say that direct and in common.

DMaster: She looks around at the rest of you. Velencia gets a wiff of that smell. She frowns.
VEL: Sulfur and Ass.
Looks back at the party.
VEL: We are in the right place.
The woman looks back at the door now barred.
WOM: I lost two men back there, I do not know if they are dead or alive. (Elf dialect)
By now the other guards sheathe their weapons and attend to the fallen.

Chance: Chan: So what happened beyond the door?

DMaster: WOM: We traced our lead to this room, then entered the doors, some crazy woman pops up out of no where. Then two armored things or possibly golems burst out of the wall. They overpowered us and we just got out of there before falling to them. (Elf dialect)

Chance: Chan: At least we know we are headed in the right direction. Sulfur and ass smell is becoming stronger, not that I wanted to smell it again
Say this in common.

DMaster: VEL: Well, that smell is something we encountered before. Which means you have met some people from across the evershimmer.
Her eyes bulge, half shock, half not believing her. Velencia looks at you
VEL: Bet you a platinum there is one of those Sentinels behind the door. Not sure about the old bitch.

Chance: Chan: well an armored figured coming out of a wall is all I need to hear to confirm that.
Hand near necklace.
Chan: guess this is coming off sooner than later

DMaster: Her other people are helping the fallen, and they are heading for the entrance of the room.
WOM: It would be wrong of me to not warn you, what lies beyond that door will probably hurt you badly, even kill you. We took out one of those, sentinels, but lost men in the process. (Elf dialect)
Velencia looks at her annoyed.
VEL: Well, we have a few tricks up our sleeves
The woman elf has given you, personally, a couple double takes during all this. You think she can see the 1/4 elf coming through.

Chance: I take a few steps closer to the woman

DMaster: VEL: Join us now. You seem like a capable fighter, see what we can do.
The Priestess turns back to you all and winks.

Chance: Chan: I’m ready.

DMaster: The woman is watching her party members leave, to safety. she looks conflicted as to whether or not to join.
KHA: Listen, no offense, but you may have them beaten down a bit, every second we waste here, they could be regrouping. So you can join us, knowing what we are up against, or get the hell out of the way.
WOM: I am in. – In Common.
She takes her bow off, notches an arrow, looks at all of you.
VEL: Prepare yourself then…
She chuckles. Shemrata takes off her cloak, puts it to the floor, her tail whips out slashing the air. The renrazzi’s eyes bulge and she backs up. She is staring at the Odius, and Shemarata is staring back, ticking
SHEM: I know you hunt my kind. I would love to show you what I got, but I think we should see what’s beyond this door first

Chance: Well no better time than now. Take off the necklace.
Chan: Let’s get going shall we?

DMaster: Khamyra smirks and looks over to you, then she walks up to you.
KHA: Quick introductions and let’s go. My name is Khamyra and I have, let’s just say, some special skills that not a lot of people on Legon can do.
Then she points at you, as you finish transitioning.
KHA: This is Chance, a… Champion of sorts.
Then points to the Odius
KHA: This is Shemrata. I would steer clear of her and her tail.
She goes to point at Velencia, but she already has pulled off her hair and is wiping some things off her. Velencia smiles at her.
VEL: Velencia, High Priestess of Finster
The renrazzi stumbles back eyes huge, recognizing her now and then hearing her name.
WOM: Animax save me….
The Priestess chuckles
VEL: You’ll need a bit more than that my dear. Lets go.
She is not in the best of shape, but seems vibrant enough. You don’t dare try to heal her after her comment about Animax. She now looks a bit more apprehensive.
FAE: Faelyn Hilorcan, Lead Hunter Elite, Augustian Realm.

Chance: I walk over to her with a small smile
Chan: Welcome to our very dysfunctional little group. Now that we have been properly introduced.

DMaster: VEL: Lets kick this fucking door down and give them the pointy end of Finsters power!
She growls having her eyes flicker with power. Shemrata shakes her head.
SHEM: I do believe the doors turn inwards, kicking them down could give away our intent if they do not fall.
The new elf is staring at the creature, eyes wide, not sure what to think.

Chance: Getting frustrated
Chan: Hey, maybe we can exchange muffin recipes too, can we get this fucking thing going already!

DMaster: Even Velencia chuckles at that and nods her head. She points at the door. The Priestess seems to start to glow, a wrap goes around her, her eyes an orange glow. You glance over and Khamyra is ramping up, purple light flaring from her eyes and Shemrata has her tail in full gear, twirling her double blades. The Augustian elf is taken back
FAE: Oh, great, magic? We are doomed.

Chance: Shake head, get Silent Fate ready.
Chan: Just go with it ok? No time to explain.

DMaster: Khamyra nods at you
VEL: Glow boy, go open that door and let us unleash hell
The Augustiam elf adjusts and readies this gorgeous compound bow, and she strings it and pulls back… her hands shaking a little.

Chance: Chan: shut it Priestess, we will unleash hell soon enough.

DMaster: After a moment of everyone just looking at the door.
KHA: No, Chance, hun. we really need you to open the door
She is nodding at you, almost laughing.
KHA: Then get the hell out of the way
Shemrata has her hand crossbow aimed too.

Chance: Chan: fine…
I will walk over to the door, push things out of the way and open it. Jump to the side of the door so they can get ready to throw their magic

Battle Written Out

Faelyn is looking at Khamyra with concern knowing she is about to sling some magic.

The door opens, Chance ducks to one side, staying out of the line of fire.

In the middle of the room is a small, ball of a woman who turns around from a table. Eyes kind of big from surprise, not expecting anyone to be coming in. On the table she is at is what looks to be a sentinel, laying flat. Another one is just beyond the table, standing, weapon still ready.

The room looks like it is a replica of the one they were just in, just different furnishings.

Khamyra has tossed the dust and traced the symbol, said the word “tordent” and she situates, braces herself. Like before, a crazy clap of thunder rocks everyone’s ear drums and a violent streak of lightning, power launches from her hands and it heads for the small ugly woman. It hits her with such force (18hp of damage) it sends her slamming back into the table making it overturn. The lifeless sentinel falls on the floor.

The woman off balance then finds herself in a cloud of dust and she begins to gasp for air. Velencia has her hand on her necklace, eyes flickering with power with her hand up. A cloud rose from the ground making the hag lose her breath (18hp of damage).

As the woman coughs, she then feels a sharp pain in her shoulder and a sound of a bolt landing in it. She backs up still coughing, in pain. Shemrata smiles knowing it was a good shot from her crossbow (7hp damage).

Faelyn has her compound bow drawn, she lets it go. The sound of the arrow releasing is almost musical in nature. The arrow is true landing square in the chest of the old lady. She gasps a bit (7hp of piercing damage) then the Renrazzi clenches her fist, closes her eyes and the woman then screeches. She tears the arrow out, but not before (8hp of necrotic damage) receiving more damage.

Chance sees his, well, chance and races for the woman slashing at her torso. With an odd quickness she moves to one side, allowing the blade to swing on past. The Champions eyes get big, can’t believe he just missed an old lady who is bleeding like a sieve, smoldering from attacks. He backs up, out of the way of the others but a decent amount of distance away.

Velencia then unsheathes her dual Kukris and rushes the woman who has just finally got her feet under her. The Priestess, now undisguised, twirls her blades upwards and jams both of them into her skull like it was an ear of corn. She turns and grinds them (17hp piercing, 8hp poison), essentially sending the hag tumbling down, lifeless to the ground. Velencia looks at her daggers, shrugs her shoulders a little and says “hot damn.” She then backs up a bit, refocuses on the Sentinel, that is now on the move.

Chance dashes past the fallen hag, to the sentinel and strikes it across the shoulders. It rips into some of the scale of the armor, and drives the blade into the shoulder. It cuts it through like cake once it gets beyond the armor (7hp). The golem of sorts, does not flinch, if only to have its eyeless head turn towards the Champion. The champion backs up a bit, and is ready for the next attack, if there is one.

Meanwhile, Shemrata flanks the golem to it’s left. She brings out the metal thorned whip and tries to wrap it around the sentinel. but it just bounces off the creature (1hp of damage). Already loaded, she fires the Crossbow with her second attack and it is true. Lodges directly in the side of the head (8hp of damage).

Khamyra sees the Odius and decides to flank the golem to its right. With its attention elsewhere, the Onyx elf finds a soft spot and drives the assassins blade deep into the creature (rolled a natty, but only 7hp of damage). She frowns, disengages and backs up.

DM: Another natty. Faelyn dips her arrow in a pouch of poison, draws the bow and fires. Her aim is true hitting the golem square between the eyes (8hp of piercing damage, resistant to poison). The creature stutters backwards a bit and continues to lumber on. The Renrazzi makes a mental note, she does not think Poison affects it.

There was a pause in the action as the golem stops moving and it looks like it as going to swing, but no one knew where. In a wide arc, Chance dodges the swing but Velencia could not get out of its circumference. Striking her across the torso area (does 10hp bludgeoning and 7hp of slashing damage). “Oww, you smelly little fucker!” The Priestess yells.

It turns to take a swing at the Champion but he was too fast, ducking it. The Sentinel almost loses its footing, but catches itself.

In retaliation, and her turn, the Priestess moves forward and drives both her daggers into the creature (16hp of piercing damage, resistant to poison). It stumbles to the side a bit from that hit. Velencia rips them out and sees wet clay mixed with blood fall to the floor.

Chance finishes ducking the creature. Velencia drives her daggers in and pulls them out and he brings “silent Fate” up and through the middle of the golem. No soft spot, no chink in the armor, he rips through the armor itself exposing a large packed section of dirt and clay with blood dripping out of it (21hp of slashing damage, rolled a natty). He feels this surge, a little prick of pain from the sword and he instinctively swings the sword again towards the neck. After such an attack, the golem had stumbled backwards and that allowed the sword to sail by harmlessly.

DM: In real life the DM rolls a critical failure. He put food on the stove but put it on the wrong burner.

Shemrata jumps into the mix, trying to fillet the golem, but finding out it is a bit heartier than she expected. Both attacks glanced off the armor. Frustrated, her tail whips around and grabs the wrist of the creature, the one holding the large odd weapon. In a violent shake and slide of her appendage, the creature lets go of the weapon and it clatters to the floor.

This gave Khamyra more time, she did not like how her last attack didn’t seem to affect the golem much. She puffs out some dust, traces a symbol and yells “Eldritch.” With her free hand two lines of lightning and power streaks for the Sentinal hitting it, making dust and dirt fly off it(15hp of damage). It shutters a bit, wobbles.

Seeing the creature vulnerable, and not looking to good; Faelyn races towards it, sword drawn. With elegance and speed, along with precision she races up to it, stops on a dime and in a fluid motions drives her blade into it (9hp of piercing damage). It shutters, makes a weird cracking sound. Then with even quicker reaction time, she pulls it out, does a 360 and sends the beautiful blade completely through the neck (12hp of slashing damage) popping the head off and sending the body crumpling to the ground. The head lands with a heavy thud, like someone dropped a bag of wet dirt.

“Take a permanent “dirt” nap you smelly fucker,” Chance yells, smile across his face looking at the defeated creature.

Velencia looks amused but for once, agrees with your sentiment.

Turn Based Begins Here

Chance: I immediately go over to the body of the woman that we took out and start searching her

DMaster: Searching the smelly hag, you find very little. Some components that were destroyed by the attacks, including a crudely constructed dagger. A piece of parchment and hidden in a small pocket, a light pink colored gem.

Chance: Chan: Pocket the gem.

DMaster: Fealyn races for what appears to be two bodies thrown against the east wall. Her reaction pretty much told everyone that they are dead. She goes to her knees, head in hands and looks like she is now crying. The room looks to be some kind of make shift bedroom, living area. To the west looks to be a makeshift cot, some shelves, a trunk or chest of sorts, clothes strewn about. There is also a small table with something on it. North is an empty wall except a good 10 foot section that has a dirty burlap curtain drawn. In the center of the room is the broken table, a decapitated Sentinel, another sentinel that you think was taken out by the Augustian people and a dead hag.
DM: Moving this along
The room is searched. Nothing much was found, some random components that Khamyra pocketed, a few coins that Shemrata took. The room reeks of sulfur and ass. But everyone ends up in front of the curtain. Velencia puts out her hands, gives you a look.
VEL: Heal me.

Chance: Chan: just don’t orgasm on me Priestess, I find it rather unsettling
Grab for her hands.

DMaster: You two connect and a wicked spark occurs. Both of you get thrown back about 10 feet, landing on your ass. Everyone looks over, eyes wide.

Chance: look at Velencia as my eyes widen a bit and start chuckling. Stand, walk back to her.

DMaster: VEL: That was funny?
She is looking around in disbelief
VEL: What the hell?
You two walk close to each other again and just touch finger tips, and again, large spark, power surge and you both jump back.
KHA: Maybe because of all the weird shit going on? We are so close to it?

Chance: Chan: just what the hell was that anyways
Walk to the curtain.

DMaster: Faelyn walks over, tears falling. She has the two bodies lined up and it looked like she finished with a little death ritual with them. She is looking at the one sentinel, squats to look closer. Velencia is now looking at the curtains.

Chance: walk over towards the curtains and go to pull it to the side

DMaster: Velencia stops you.
VEL: Were you dropped on your head as a kid?
She growls at you. The Priestess fingers for the Warlock. While this is all happening, Shemrata goes to the door and stays put, keeping watch. Faelyn has had enough looking at the muddy golem on the floor and stands behind you all.

Chance: Chan: I see smoke coming out your ears Velencia, better quit thinking so hard.
as I put a hand on her shoulder to try and get her to move out of the way

DMaster: She swats it away with a bit of frustration. By now Khamyra is by her side and she is shaking her head.
KHA: Oh… boy. I am getting some serious vibes here.
FAE: What is that, that, feeling?
The Renzatti says curious. Khamyra is taking deeper breaths.
VEL: Not sure but its coming from behind the curtain, more blood magic I imagine.
FAE: Blood magic? What?
Velencia nods at Khamyra. She pulls the curtain, Velencia has her necklace in hand, ready for anything. It is a 10 ft by 10ft room, glowing a deep red. On the floor is some ritualistic symbols, faintly glowing.

Chance: Chan: That looks real cozy.
looking at the symbols on the floor from where we stand

DMaster: The room looks to have a body leaned up against the wall, blood dripping into a pan of sorts. The center of the circle looks to have dried blood and a few fingers, maybe a toe or two. Not exactly a work of art.

Chance: Chan: I am more curious about the poor soul up against the wall.
Tapping finger on chin, then looking at Faelyn.
Chan: I am even more curious about what your group was doing here

DMaster: FAE: Same as you, uh, Champion?
She is looking at you, your power reflecting in her eyes. All five of you walk away after drawing the curtain back again. You meet at the doorway.
FAE: Thank you for your help

Chance: Nod my head.
Chan: well we are all in this together no matter who we worship

DMaster: Velencia scoffs a little at your comment.
VEL: We are all in this together huh? Idiot.
Ignoring the bickering two of you, Khamyra softly smiles at the Augustian elf.
KHA: We should be thanking you.
The Priestess looks over to Shemrata who is putting her hood back up.
FAE: You destroyed that hag thing, with barely breaking a sweat
She shakes her head, looking back at her men on the ground
FAE: Then with organizational precision, dispatched that golem too.
The Renrazzi still has an amazed look on her face.

Chance: Chan: I am sorry for your loss Faelyn
looking at her men on the ground shaking my head
Chan: I have to ask you are pretty far from home aren’t you

DMaster: She shakes her head.
FAE: Not really, just across the Othellian sea. But our people figured out that we were in… in…
she grabs a vial from her belt, takes a glug of it. Winces a bit, probably from the taste.
FAE: A drought, and reports were coming in about this towering cloud formation. We put two and two together, and after a while we sent out a group to investigate. That was me and my crew…

Chance: Chan: most people don’t even have a clue what’s really going on right now, with that memory spell. We have more questions than damn answers. I want, no, I need to get to the bottom of this.

DMaster: She holds up the vial, offers to everyone
Velencia grabs it, takes a sip, so does Shemrata. Khamyra declines
KHA: Our Lord has given us clear vision
she smirks at her
FAE: Your Lord? Oh… OH.
She looks at her wide eyes realizing she as well is a follower of Finster.

Chance: Chan: yes I don’t need it either but thank you for the offer.
Looking back at the hag and golems.
Chan: I am sure this isn’t who we are looking for, because it is never this easy
pointing back at the hag.

DMaster: Velencia is shaking her head
VEL: I believe it has something to do with this, obviously, the damn smell and Sentinels tipped it off for us
DM: Moving this along.
Khamyra and Velencia chit chat about the room with the body and sigil. The Priestess figures it might be a portal, or a transportation sigil, powered by blood magic. Worried a little, knowing where the last portal took them (across the evershimmer) they decide to regroup back at Wilders. Faelyn is invited to join if she wishes.

Chance: Chan: and we still need to get Khamyra some more, umm ,appropriate wear I might add

DMaster: Velencia looks at you annoyed, like usual.
VEL: What does it matter that her gorgeous breasts are popping out. Dammit, you are worse than a senile old man.
Khamyra smiles, looks down.
KHA: I guess, doesn’t matter right now though.

Chance: look over giving her an evil looking grin

DMaster: FAE: I was going to say that was a bold fashion statement
Her eyes big, trying not to look. Khamyra nods and giggles
VEL: Lets head back to Wild’s he has the best spiced potatoes this side of fycons
The group is about halfway there when the Priestess realizes you did not put your necklace back on.
VEL: Hey dunceboy, do we have to remind you all the time, fuck. Put your necklace back on
Shemrata chuckles a bit. Khamyra just gives them looks. The Augustian elf is looking at all of you.
FAE: I sense a wee bit of tension among you

Chance: feeling more anger build up I get in Velencia’s face
Chan: say it one more time bitch, and you won’t need blood magic to find another hole in the cliff.

DMaster: By the time you made it to the Priestess, all your attention to her. Shemrata’s tail is wrapped around your neck. You tighten up, glancing over to the Odius.
VEL: Goat face? Isn’t that what you called her?
Shemrata has your arms pinned now as well

Chance: my eyes turn to slits as I glare at Shemrata. Quietly.
Chan: You do realize I can rip this tail from your body and beat you with it for a week…

DMaster: She is shaking her head. The Warlock, getting red faced puts her hand on Shemrata, enough to get her attention.
KHA: Can we please behave. We have company (quietly) goddammit
Khamyra then gives Shemrata a look. The creature looks at the Onyx Elf thoughtfully, nods her head and lets you lose.
VEL: Chump? You done now?
Faelyn is looking around, feeling the tension, looks like she wants to run.

Chance: Chan: for now. As much as I want to just snap your neck…
mumbling. Glare at Velencia for a moment then grab my necklace and put it back on.

DMaster: DM: Condensing. A lot.
You guys reach the entrance. Faelyn speaks with you all, thanking you again. Again, an invitation is offered for her and her people to join the cause. She is going to think it over. The Augustian elf has two of her guards go back and get the bodies of her fallen. You head inside, settle down, eat some great spiced taters, some questionable ale and relax for a short time. Looking through some loot, the pink gem you copped from the hag is called a Rhodochrosite, barely even a gold piece. Khamyra takes it for components. Velencia had grabbed the giant weird rock/metal weapon, but puts it in the back because it smelled. A short debate as to whether they trust the Renrazzi elf is had. Split as usual; Khamyra and Chance trust her, Velencia and Shemrata does not. Khamyra and Chance go looking for a blacksmith or anything of the like, only to find, half the city is gone. Windows boarded up, streets mostly empty. They head back and the group, regroups. Then, Faelyn walks in.

Chance: Walk over towards Faelyn with a smile on my face

DMaster: FAE: I want to join this little group, too much is at stake, and what you guys did to those opponents was damn impressive. I can lend my bow
She looks at you. The Augustian elf now speaks in common.
FAE: If it isn’t too rude of me to ask, I am guessing you are part of the Woven.

Chance: Shake my head
Chan: Woven? Never heard of that, or them.

DMaster: Khamyra overhearing goes to speak but Velencia beats her too it.
VEL: Means you are a mongrel. Mixed blood, not pure. Hunted by the Queen, wants your head on a pike. You are a dumbass too.

Chance: Chan: wat?

DMaster: Faelyn looks over to the dark haired woman and nods.
FAE: Yes, except the dumbass part, I do not know if that is true.
Velencia laughs
VEL: It is.

Chance: Shaking head slowly.
Chan: we need to find a guy, any guy, for the Priestess here. She hasn’t been laid in like a week, maybe a record for her, and I think that will loosen her up a bit. Oh wait, I’m not sure she can get anymore loose than she is…

DMaster: Khamyra interrupts your rant with a look, and another look like she is trying not to laugh. Velencia shakes her head, looks at you. Shemrata glaring at you.
VEL: Well, you’re not half wrong. Usually you are all wrong, but yes. I need a good fucking.
The Priestess turns her attention to the Augustian elf.
VEL: I think we are ok with our group here, thanks anyways
She waves her hand at her and walks to the bar grabbing a mug and taking a drink. Wilder walking over, smiling, saying something about liking her dark hair being back.

Chance: Shaking my head and sigh a bit

DMaster: KHA: No, Priestess, we need help. 5 is better than 4, and we do not have a proper ranger in the midst. You have to be at least a little impressed with her fighting prowess.
Velencia rolls her eyes and sighs, shrugs her shoulders.

Chance: Glance at the Priestess
Chan: look as much as you don’t like it we need someone with her skill set, not everyone can be a Nicola.

DMaster: Her eyes lighten up a bit and nods her head.
VEL: Fine, but if she fucks up, it’s on your head.

Chance: look at the group and pat my belly
Chan: I don’t know about you all but I think I am going to take a quick nap before we look around more

DMaster: They all look at you funny
VEL: Really? You continue to amaze me with your shittery, it’s like we have a 10 year old with us
scoffs

Chance: Shit eating grin on my face. look over smirking
Chan: if you thought I was serious you really need to put that blonde hair back on. Dumbass.

DMaster: Velencia is thinking, but not without giving you a sharp look.
VEL: no, no, go take the nap, in fact take the rest of the day
she nods her head smiling eagerly.
FAE: Hell, even I knew he was joking… (quietly in Elf Dialect)
As the party talks, the Augustian elf helps herself to the rest of the tators and gags down half a mug of the swill Wilder serves. Faelyn mentions about a cave system, some ruins on the other side, south side, of Breakwater rumored to be active. But that would mean leaving the City and trying to get back in. They were thinking they could go into the cloud, stake out the alchemist or head back into the secret rooms and see what that sigil does. They choose to head for the rooms and the sigil. Upon reaching the alleyway against the cliff wall, they see a guard looking in the hole in the wall. Seems to be scrunching his nose looking at the bucket of blood and the blood everywhere.

Chance: Sneak up on the guard.

DMaster: The narrow alleyway and the mid-day light, albeit a bit dim, todd has to roll with disadvantage. Rolls a 23 and a 24. Good to go. The party stops, then looks around for Chance, he all but disappeared on the harsh shadow on the far walls of the buildings. He reappears right behind the guard, and Chance puts him in a strangle hold, retractable dagger out, at his throat.

Chance: Chan: not a sound, nod if you understand

DMaster: he nods, he is pretty stiff. You can hear Velencia mumbling to Khamyra, “what is he doing now?”

Chance: push him into the entrance way out of sight of the others.
Chan: take off your helm now, throw it on the ground and don’t make any sudden moves

DMaster: he does it, still pretty rigid. Chance hits him on the base of the skull trying to knock him out, but failed. By that time Khamyra walks in, eyes a bit big.
KHA: What the hell are you doing?
Velencia strides past her.
VEL: Something right for a change, holy shit.
She stands by the man groaning on the ground. He spots Velencia’s boot, slowly looks up, into and under her skirt.
VEL: Like what you see? Pervert.
The Priestess kicks the guy in the face and he is out cold.

Chance: Chan: That works.

DMaster: Luckily Faelyn was last in and did not see the event. Shemrata is just looking over the man on the ground. Khamyra is standing there looking at you, a bit surprised.
KHA: Uhh, what are you doing?
Faelyn has a look on her face like, wondering what she missed.

Chance: Chan: no blood shed, that’s what I am doing. Let’s go

DMaster: Shemrata grabs the guy, puts him over her shoulders and you head down the makeshift tunnel and into the rooms. Passing through the first room and into the second. Velencia pulls the curtain away. The Priestess looks over to Shemrata.
VEL: Thinking what I am thinking?
The Odious smiles, without hesitation, walks over and throws the unconscious man into the glowing sigil. Khamyra watching is thinking, then realizes whats happening.
KHA: Well maybe we… should, we can… fuck, really?

Chance: Chan: well… Shit. That is not what I had in mind.
looking to see if the sigil reacts to the man being thrown on it

DMaster: the symbols bounce a bit and bend, then you blink your eye he disappears
VEL: Hot damn, knew it!
Shemrata nods her head.

Chance: Chan: Let me guess, a smaller version of a portal?

DMaster: Khamyra, shaking her head, a little disgusted with everyone in the group.
KHA: Apparently
VEL: Who wants to volunteer to go first, Chance, go on, please. Never come back.

Chance: Chan:Can it just be a body part? Vel, babe, put your mouth in there will ya? Give us all a break.
look over at Khamyra and smile

DMaster: Velencia, frowns but quietly is impressed with the retort. Khamyra is squatting down looking at the symbols.

Chance: Chan: if I am doing this, I am not going in like this
I pull the necklace off me and start to change

DMaster: You transform, glowing a bit, shadows fade away around you.
KHA: Well, we can’t guarantee it is a two way road, so if we go, we all go, agreed?
VEL: I’m in.
Shemrata nods. Khamyra’s eyes grow big
KHA: I guess me too.

Chance: Chan: Fae last chance to change your mind

DMaster: Everyone glances over to her.
FAE: Might as well, I believe I am fated to be with you all on this quest.
She looks at you guys, shakes her head
VEL: Oy vey. Yes, oh honorable one. We are all in agreement then.

Chance: Chan: well then we better all hit it at the same time, don’t want no surprises on the other side

DMaster: They look at you confused.
VEL: Forget your brain back at the Dolphin Chump?
KHA: Then we all agree?
everyone nods. Then before anyone could do or say anything else,
KHA: See you on the other side
She jumps in. She lands on the circle. One second she is there, the next, poof, she is gone.

Chance: Chan: well can’t let her have all the fun now can I
Chuckle a bit, jump in after her

DMaster: Shemrata has been fed up with Chance the whole trip. Gave todd a chance to avoid embarrassment, but he rolled a 3. You go to jump in, Shemrata grabs your foot, you go horizontal and land square on your kisser, in the middle of the sigil. Lips buried in the half dried gooey blood. Then everything goes dark for like 5 seconds, light rushes back in. You are still face first on the floor of a weird looking room, sigil underneath. Khamyra is dragging the poor guard to the wall. She glances back with a perplexed look on her face
KHA: What the hell are you doing? (quietly)

Chance: looking around trying to get my bearing

DMaster: Suddenly Faelyn appears on top of you, one boot on your back, the other on top of your skull. You get slammed back to the ground.
KHA: Jebus, come on Chance…
Khamyra rushes over grabs at you
KHA: What is wrong with you? Get out of the sigil!

Chance: trying to get up and get out of the sigil

DMaster: Faelyn jumps off you and takes her bow off her shoulder, put an arrow in it, looking around. You stand up, wipe your mouth, and your armor down. Velencia pops in, She walks out looking around still giggling from your performance. Shemrata pops in, steps into the room.

Chance: get up feeling anger building up, I walk to Shemrata, grab her by the throat and slam her against the wall.
Chan: What the hell is your problem? That was fucking hilarious, you goat fucking…

DMaster: The Odius taken by surprise, flails a bit, tail not at the ready for this and is held by your hand to her throat, pinned against the wall. She let out a pained exhale as the power surges through you, extra strength. The slam on the wall was accompanied by a crack of her skull. Khamyra grabs your arm.
KHA: Dammit Chance, not now, keep it down.
She says quietly. Everyone’s eyes wide, looking at you lose your shit. Shemrata a bit unnerved looking into your Champion eyes exploding with anger, pushes you away. The room is 30 feet wide, about 70 feet long. Rounded at the south and north ends. Velencia walk over and heals the creature.

Chance: Turn away and calm down.

DMaster: the sigil is next to the south curve, there is a table to the north and what appears stairs to the corner of the north area. Velencia grabs the guard who is starting to come to
VEL: Sorry about this
She raises him up and the weird power transfer, like the man was drawn with a pencil and someone smeared it. A quick flash of light happens. Velencia glows for a moment. She drops the guy, lifeless to the ground. Faelyn’s eyes huge, backs up a bit staring.
VEL: Hmmm, poor guy wasn’t laid in over a year.

Chance: lean into Khamyra trying to get myself back under control

DMaster: Khamyra leans up and kisses your cheek, it instantly brings you back down to Legon. Velencia now has a boast in STR+1 and an additional 8 temp HP

Chance: Chan: when this is said and done, I am going to end her(whispering)

DMaster: KHA: Not now, let’s keep focused
Faelyn is already crouched at the stairs listening
FAE: Why you guys act like 10 year olds, play out your little games, I would like to inform you I am hearing noises up these stairs

Chance: refocus trying to think of why I am doing this all. Pull out silent Fate and crouch by the stairs. Next to Faelyn, see if I can hear just what exactly the noises are

DMaster: can’t really tell, it is nothing loud or violent like.
FAE: Me and this guy here can head up up the stairs see what we can see
She looks at you.
FAE: You are a thief, correct? Maybe dose the bright light too?

Chance: Chan: A Duskblade is more the correct term
Put necklace back on.

DMaster: You can hear Velencia rolling her eyes
VEL: Oh brother.

Chance: Chan: let’s go check it out real quick

DMaster: the stairs are almost 10 feet wide, and they go on a very slight, weird incline. Like someone had them built normal and then laid then half down at an angle. It goes for a good 60 feet, and then it reaches an opening. You can see faint light. The two creep closer and look in.

Chance: slowly creep towards the light, hand tightens around silent fate

DMaster: You are at the entrance, you can see to the east, a wall, north a wall and the west it looks like it goes farther in, and that is where the light is. They both pass their stealth check, (Chance:23, Faelyn: 21). But Faelyn failed her passive perception check (3) while Chance made it, (21).

DMaster: You take a few steps in and realize there is a trap, right underfoot.

Chance: Chan: stop for a second, Faelyn
Putting my hand up

DMaster: She doesn’t hear you in time, runs into you, making you take another step. You hear a soft, shing, and then a loud noise. A portcullis drops down in the entrance you came into. Her eyes huge she jumps and looks behind. You two are now cut off from the stairs.

Chance: looking around as the portcullis drops down

DMaster: The both of you are about 5 feet from the entrance / portcullis. You hear movement to the west, and voices from the staircase, your party all saying something “what the hell did Chance do now?”

Chance: Chan: Not good Fae, not sure if we try to get the porti…
glance at the woman.

DMaster: You are interrupted by her standing up, bow drawn, aiming it to the west.
FAE: This must be the smelly weird faced man you were telling me about

Chance: Chan: huh?
Turn around, reaching for my sword.

DMaster: A man with perfect hair, long flowing over coat, fairly nice clothes on; with a face that is half red and scaly, the other smooth and perfect skinned. To put the cherry on top, he has one eye, dead as black, and the other, lit up red, like one from the evershimmer.
MAN: You barge into my bedroom, and then insult me? For shame.