RPDND: Paths of the Past
Adventure Recaps
RPDND: Paths of the Past
Dungeons & Dragons 5e
Belladona de'Florian
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-- extract from Bell's Journal
Today we investigated a series of events that happened mostly in the vein, from the Pricklepluck residence we learned how their windows were broken and Skraz's tail was stomped by someone described by Skraz as a woman that changes her face so maybe a changeling or doppleganger?
Fawkes got robbed and possibly hit by a spell like sleep or command since the only thing he remembers in his own words was a "wham bang" of magic hitting him while he was talking with a child and then waking up feeling hungry, we confirmed the robbery was carried out by children and they removed the explosive thunder gems from the knives he sells, however, these were very carefully and expertly removed most likely by someone experienced with the tools used to embed gems into equipment.
After that, we spoke to Zerrick of the Faerie Folk, someone broke into his house while he was asleep, the lock on the door looked like it was broken by a small explosion of some sort and they broke in specifically to snap his staff in half to get a leaf green thread that allowed him to use magic he does not have expertise in.
This would mean whoever broke in knew exactly what they were looking for as there weren't any other items missing, just the thread from his staff.
Finally, we went to The Orphanage where we spoke to the matron, a woman with impeccable manners, although, I can see why some people would perceive her as scary, she told us there was an assortment of pots and pans stolen from residencies of grown up children that the orphanage relocates to the vein when they are old enough, the residences were unoccupied at the moment of the robbery and those are the only things that were taken.
All of these events seem to be tied to the bloodlines, we know they're most probably gathering children possibly to train them and gathering resources as well because of the big amount of explosive gems they stole. We still have no explanation on why the Pricklepluck residency was targeted or what can they do with pots and pans.. maybe they need to cook to feed all of the new members? Could it be that the explosion at the scout tower the other day was caused by some of these gems? There are still many questions to answer and all we know is that they are most likely planning something big.
Wobgrob Calyptor
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Went to find out what these 'ghosts' are about, found 'ghosts', got distracted by finding Maeve's brother, still don't know what the 'ghosts' are about.
Torren
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while having fun exploring the bird house above the water treatment area we ran into 7 spider robots which were attempting to mine amethyst, we attempted peaceful communication with the bots but they refused to stop mining stating that their orders would not allow them to and refused to bring us to thier creator, after some time rocks began falling from the ceiling due to the spider robots drilling and the party deemed it a threat to the town below, we began combat were after a long fight we were able to succeed. We also learned that the robots only explode if they are killed when they are armed, the longer they are armed for the larger the explosion and the more damage that will be delt ((delayed fireball))
Hilda
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Droath 18
We encountered 7 Robotic Spiders that were equipped with various amount of mining equipment digging into the caves near the Pumps in the Veins. Fortunately these spiders were not initially hostile, and made efforts to communicate with us. From what we gleamed, these Spiders were created to collect metals and gems to return to their Master who is currently unknown. Prolonged excavation would've brought a landslide to Mainstreet, dealing a considerable amount of damage to buildings with the possibility of many casualties. After attempts to negotiate, they eventually saw us as a threat to their main objective in which a couple of the Castanets and Torren were able to neutralize the threat. It's worth noting these Robotic Spiders carry a wide arsenal of weapons with the ability to detonate and cause debilitating explosions. In the end we managed to recover some of Spiders intact for further study and research. To those who encounter any more of these Mechanic Spiders please proceed with caution and inform the Castanets of any additional information.
Alpine Arklock
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Log - 8 - 9
Signs of clutching are strewn at the edges of the notes of this paper, claw marks, pecking even given the faint tears near the center. The writing is subpar, but legible enough should one stare at it for a minute.
'danger city threat landslide dig much'
Perhaps inheriting the artistic flair of its creator, there's the familiar ledge, a slope, stick figures swarming near a wall, one with a hat, another with a sash, one has grown a tail and another tusks. Two hold blades, pointing towards constructs eating rocks.
'click, whir, hand talk'
A hand scribbled then here in an odd position, with something more spindly holding each finger.
'talk argue fight punch kick shoot explosion'
Non-sensical drawings litter the page, with scenes overlapping one another yet somehow in chronological order, from negotiations to the agitation to the fighting(?) that ensues down the line. Dragging, punching, swinging... One scene involves a figure with pointed ears sinking down the river, another brings circles with horns bashing themselves against the others, and one having the hatted figure tossed by an explosive. Every line in this section seems agitated.
'ouch'
The pattern lightens, the group gathers in a circle holding hands, each with a curve for a smile and dots for eyes. A building reminiscent of the clinic on main street beside them.
'everyone okay'
The stamp that below is reminiscent of a pigeon's foot.
The hand that follows is much neater,
'What'
Günakesi Cainìshé
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Logged: DROATH 18.
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Since everyone's given more generalist notes on the situation, I'll just give what I saw. Granted, its nice to be able to write more normal than my speech. Dialects and all that'll do something to you.
I and the rest of the oinkers I was traveling with, part of Captain Fandango's whole Castanets, were taking a leisurely stroll upon a surprisingly strong pigeon. I believe we called it by some random name that sounded like it belong to someone's grandmother. Point being, this pigeon was strong. Really strong. Strong enough that it carried the whole lot of us (excluding Wobble). Anyway, we all got our tushes shipped up into some caverns eventually. You would think I'd remember the context as to why we were trekking up there. I personally just wanted to find something that had some personal interest to myself that was lying around up there. A bag that may've been lying around following an assault by some piggish monstrosity (not including myself).
So, we got our arses up in the cave finally. I was looking around all silly with the crew when we saw a couple of robotic spiders. Seems like there were seven, according to the rest of the group. I'll just mooch off whatever they say details wise. But, yeah. We had this whole shindig with seven robotic spiders all drilling into the cavern's walls like they were addicted to rocks. Granted, I believe they were actually addicted to rocks. They had some sort of affinity for gemstones after we tried to trade the bastards at least one.
Eventually, things just went sour. The crew tried negotiating with the armoured arachnids for a substantial amount of time, trying to get these good-for-nothing robots to stop a project that could've jeopardized the city's safety. The cave kept rumbling from the drilling, I got bonked in the head. Still got a bruise, not a great feeling when you're trying to sleep and you put your head down on your pillow, only to go 'Tonn, damn't!', you know? The point is, they wouldn't stop, they were either hired out or made by some anonymous individual that tasked them with the mining project. I personally didn't care much for their spiel. Honestly, they just made me irrationally angry for some reason. Either that, or I just didn't have a good fight in a while.
So, when all of the Nine Hells came loose, we got into a fight. The arachnids showed us a little light-show and we got to work. Flames shooting about left and right. Hooks swinging into flesh like we were those fish that folks've been selling for copper these days. The whole meal. I personally got a bit singed and nearly taken to the ceiling by a few hooks. Anyway. We took care of them.
During the midst of the battle, Wobble showed up after it seemed his familiar was already there. I saw the bat before with him, so I presume there's some correlation with that. Point being, he showed up to. Massive battle ensued. There were these- I believe I've been told they're gargoyles. I consulted a couple of books down at the library, trying to match up some descriptions because, yes, I am actually literate. But, yeah, it was a whole brawl. I turned big, as per usual, and managed to take out a couple of those machines.
We were persuaded by a team member to keep the robots 'alive', for whatever you would consider that to mean, in order to conduct further research on them later. I will be honest, they are interesting. Besides for the fact that they have a tendency to explode (so much that the monk calls one a 'bomb' in her house), their technology was impressive. I wouldn't mind snagging some of it up for a weapon... or even a little bit of fishing. Those hooks were deadly, I'll tell you that.
After the whole brawl, we got out of there somewhat to very injured. After some hospitalizations and, for myself, a good night's rest, it seemed like the crew was better the next day over.
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If it matters anything to anyone's interest or my input on the whole ordeal, here's what I'll say;
-Don't touch the spiders. Look, I've heard about spiders exploding a few weeks ago. And, yeah, we've had far too many folks getting the explosion treatment lately. Don't be that oinker.
-The cavern itself is located above those pipes adjacent to the Sundance's whole training facility. I assume its a training facility still, I forgot the name, but... I trust whoever takes the effort to read through this is smarter than I am. All you need to do is swim up a couple of waterfalls (or fly, if you're able to do so), and bam. You've got yourself a way into the caves. The wreckage should still be there, unless someone already took the spiders out.
-Bleeding. Those spiders've got some sort of property that'll cut your flesh in a certain way that makes it bleed profusely. I'm talking like... I needed some Ki in my veins to clot that wound. It was strange, so, watch out if you come across these types. That temporary stuff you get from Patrons or whatever ain't gonna help either.
-Also, the spiders have enough smarts in them to 'speak'. They just keep going 'WHIR WHIR WHIR' and shite. Annoying arthropods, they are. Taught them a good lesson, if I shall say so.
Finn Fandango
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Captains Log - Trip to The Caves
"I had a meeting with Iggy, and after I was to make it to the bug pit to train Ash. I never made it though. Waiting for Iggys shop to clear up before our meet, The Castanets and I went on a walk with Torren. Up in the caves, there were some Spider Bots mining away at the roof and walls of the cave. Seeing rocks beginning to fall, we decided to try and stop the bots and investigate. Turns out they know Sign Language. We asked who they worked for, why they were gathering materials and gems, and many other things. They're not the talkative sort though, and we ended up having to fight. They can shoot explosions, and walk on walls. Everyone did their best and fought well. Unfortunately, they detonate when they perish, and I found myself caught in the blast of one of them. Torren and Hilda brought me back to stability and we fought together to finish off the creatures. We took the bots that could be salvaged so that someone may rip them apart and discover how they work. I got dragged to the hospital after that. I'm sure burnt up, and Ash says I shouldn't move for about three days. I should be back up and fighting for Underhaven again soon.
Alpine Arklock
•Log-7-28
An autopsy report in another more careful hand has been slipped between the pages of the log.
'We went on an investigation beyond the city limits on a murder,'
A small scribble of the involved group drawn from behind, gathered around a halfling guard opening a fence gate leading to two red splotches. One splotch strewn with few drying portions not entirely cleaned up, and another more rotund corpse laying about. Someone has closed the latter's eyes, at the very least.
'In shorthand, behind those gates is grotesque, further detailing on the missing corpse lies in the autopsy itself, and I wince at the struggle.'
Then further attempts at drawing what little flora existed along a trail.
'We tried to track down the missing body parts, and we'd been dumbfounded to learn one of them were still moving about. We followed that path as best we could, and it lead to a supposed dead end.'
There are numerous arrows pointing towards a specific corner of an alcove, beside that is a drawing of mask fragments, leading with an arrow pointing to the mended set. It has a stern, not quite angry expression.
'Doroteya had done a ritual, and I'd thought it'd been some sort of greeting. At least one in a different language none of us could understand. I found it mildly amusing when it simply vanished afterwards.'
Two symbols, separated enough from its muse may as well be recognized as tumbleweeds to those who've yet to see the original glyphs.
'Disappointed, we lay with our silence and scratched the sand for further clues. We drifted for minutes, until explosives beneath Iggy had detonated, for those few seconds the cavern was alight. He'd been charred and unconscious, just as a fray would crawl out of those walls. It wasn't the first time I've come across the likes of it, but it spoke in a common tongue and a familiar voice, one familiar enough that one of our own would order to cease hostilities. Many of us were too busy running away, or dragging the unconscious goblin elsewhere to have any change of plans.'
A legion of shades guided by Lyx's hand is drawn holding back the large frayed, the group is portrayed in various states of disarray, be it running off or fighting back, and a minute scribble of a pigeon attempts to drag an Iggy off by the collar.
'Something about the fray's presence, or aura, had warped, the witch, I recall seemed to talk it down, calm it even. Doroteya with her quick thinking managed to pull the goblin back to a conscious state, and with a shot from his crossbow he took the frayed down.'
There's a drawing of something muscular and aquatic, waving behind some fences and pots.
'We returned to the city after collecting our bearings. Other than Iggy who somehow managed brinksmanship, we were relatively... arguably unscathed. We spoke amongst ourselves on the way down, of the group responsible for this, the names of the frayed. I recall a thought, there may've been something walking on the surface, amidst the mist, watching us through the walls.'
'Leaving Iggy with the hospital staff and the others to their errands, we parted ways. I'm left with this unsettling, hairy, feeling that this may be the start of our unraveling in the nature of the frayed, the mist and the soul.'
Signed at the bottom are the initials 'A.A'
Doroteya Tatloch
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At the scene of the murder, much of the conjecture during the autopsy was reaffirmed. The tracks in the sand confirmed that the assailant approached the victim from behind and the two fought a bloody battle, owlbear included. His soul was taken, though his beast's was left. Though we did not pursue the avenue: It might be possible to resurrect the owlbear and ask it to relay its death. This is outside of my expertise, however. I am unsure how effective it might be to interrogate an animal that has died.
After the battle, the assailant severed the tongue of the victim. Presumably, they took it with them, as it was the only known piece of the body that was not accounted for. I utilized a tracking-type of magic to potentially pinpoint where this macabre 'trophy' may have been taken. This lead us to a nearby cavern. It pointed 'upwards'.
We speculated that there might be a small pocket-cave directly above us, though given the severe presence of the Fray, it's more likely that the killer retreated to the surface.
Close to the place in which we lost our trail, we found a small alcove amidst the desert cave, where multiple things were found:
1. A shattered porcelain mask.
2. A spell glyph, and several scattered beads.
3. A symbol of Death on the wall.
Alpine was able to re-mend the mask. Once fixed, it held a sort of exaggerated, theatre-like expression to it, the cracks sealed with golden inlays. This is important to note - I later reaffirmed this detail with Ash, who performed a scry on the killer and witnessed other masks: She mentioned 'six golden lines' being a significant detail.
She also heard an unknown language. Similarly, I also heard an unknown language spoken when I placed the mask within a circle of examination glyphs. It vanished from my hands shortly after.
I am unsure what the significance of the mask was, though I highly doubt that it was not coincidentally discarded. My concern is that handling it may have imparted some sort of mark onto me; I will be getting routinely checked after this report is published.
We decided to investigate the beads left in the sand afterwards. Iggy was the one to test them. In doing so, numerous detonations were set off directly onto him- enough that would easily kill most anyone who suffered such an attack in one single, horrific blow. In the same moment, a frayed monstrosity was summoned, and the air was heavily tainted with the Fray.
While we scrambled to save Iggy, we found that the area was doubly charged by this creature. It seemed to be actively sapping all manner of positive energy/vitality straight out of the air. Healing magics failed. We were only capable of stabilizing him through mundane methods.
Worse yet, while we fought the Frayed, it cried out in a woman's voice.
It said, "Please no! Don't leave me in the dark again! You said you'd help me!"
We attempted to subdue the frayed, but ultimately, we failed, and it crumbled into dust.
Morrigan was evidently familiar with who this woman was. She cited, 'Elowen and Isolde, the Shadow and the Muse'. A soul that was captured by this person, or group of people, and is being actively utilized as a Frayed beast.
It is believed that this may be the work of the Understudy. Investigations point toward any information involving the Understudy next.
IN CONCLUSION
- Utilizing some manner of Frayed weapon, the murderer is tearing the souls out of living people.
- In this instance, Fraying directly affects the body ONLY while the soul is present.
- The souls are being repurposed into renewable, summoned Frayed.
- Some semblance of personality is retained, but they cannot control themselves. They are suffering.
- They set a trap that was made to both kill someone and summon one of these trapped Frayed. Why?
- This could have been an attempt to have this summon reap the soul of whoever it was that came to investigate the murder.
- It is highly likely that Beast Tamer has been added to this legion of renewable Frayed soldiers.
- The Understudy is involved.
ꕥ Tatloch
Anzoras Frustra
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((Notes taken by Anzoras))
-Time of death 2-3 hours pre-autopsy
-No wounds on face
-Defensive wounds/scrapes on arms
-Stab wounds and cuts on torso
>Singly spear wound goes through from front
-No soul
-Wings damaged
>Pre-death
>Possibly pre-fight
-Tortured?
-Missing tongue
>Post-death
-Signs of high psychic damage
-Head wound on back
>Glancing shot
>Oldest
-Weapon used Mist Warped wood handle
-Small amount of Fraying infection
>Infection stopped at time of death
-Foot talons used in combat
-Heart engorged
>Implies difficult fight/ long run
-Some brain bleeding occurred
-Brain intact
-Psychic damage from directed spell
>Psychic lance?
>Resisted against?
-Psychopomp showed up?
>Whisper Wick, the Lantern between Worlds
-Whisper Wick said her brother was here before
>Morrowgnaw, of Violent Ends
-Ash attempted Scrying
>Blood from eye = psychic damage?
-Vision of 100+ theatre masks and music
>Understudy is involved
Doroteya Tatloch
•The Beast Tamer was caught by surprise by some manner of psionic, shapechanging entity. They initially fired a scraplock off on him from behind, which caught him in the head. During their battle, it utilized a piercing psionic force, alongside a weapon that afflicted a heavy amount of Fray toward the end - most likely a sword. When he died, the assailant soon took his soul, which halted the progression of the Fray. It tore out his flight feathers and severed his tongue, in order to clearly send a message. Remnants of gray, slimy skin were also found on the body, indicating that he not only went down fighting, but that he managed to injure the assassin.
During a scry, several things were discovered about our culprit: A motif of hundreds of theatre masks, and many, many asking voices. A song in an unknown language, uplifting, though wrong.
Iggy
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"Dealt with the same group that tried to steal my Chimera Kill. They seem to be branching out alot and taking things through intimidation or something. Careful when dealing with Red Cladded individuals with fancy hats.
Other then that, glad we got the cart from them. If anything I'm happy to anger the higher-ups they might have....wish it wasn't bloody"
Scum
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A group of mercenaries or bandits depending on your definition called 'Liberalio' arrived with a forged document to steal the payload that Stefan had bought. We killed most of them , some where brutalized.
The mission was completed.
Wobgrob Calyptor
•Womp Womp
Scum
•"The Mist infested arm of a presumed fire giant after the experimentation of presumed hags. It was a terrifying threat. They owe me a tank.
Those fuckers owe me money.
But a formidable foe, I will have to adjust my designs and plans for the future of these things and their plans
A God listened to me and dropped a anvil on a Ent. I AM CHOSEN
Also Puca in a test of strength against the gargantuan arm, beat it."
((I had fun with the event, it was very difficult and made our party have to think more carefully about how we acted and actually stick to a plan oF attacking and making a hole in the arm for its bone.))
Alpine Arklock
•Log-7-6
The paper of this entry is more weathered than usual.
'The trip itself wasn't arduous, the idle chatter and company can keep your mind off things, like the wait, or where you're going to, or what you'll have to deal with.'
Pinned to the side unfolds a map and of a trail much larger than any previously drawn in this journal, split into three sections with estimated dates of around when each had been taken. There are notes on shrubbery, scents, a warning against the sleeping habits of tabaxi, and extensive documentation on the Taglock's design, from it's appearance down to its predicted creation.
'We worked alongside other groups to handle the impending threat before it'd fester into much worse. We were given equipment before our departure, helmets to handle the fraying mist's effects, and a device known as a Taglock, this can be attached to a weapon or used with a stubborn hand. We were to deal with the threat primarily with these creations.'
Smaller sketches of the party involved in various states of conversation, sharing a meal, keeping watch, usually looking elsewhere. At some point these little vignettes end, drawing that of a giant hand and a bone jutting out of the ground surrounded by foliage.
'The mist can warp your spells, everything magical in its presence can and will likely be used against you.'
Scattered in one section of the page are further examples against using magic in vicinity of the mist, and notes of the group and their approaches, from sketches of their martial technique to casting practices against the frayed. To the side is meatball of flesh and a stink aura exuding from it, and a small, extremely simplified cartoon of an artificer pinching his nose and pointing a thumb at it, the angry eyebrows look freshly added.
'It warped harmless critters into malicious creatures, we dealt with them in time, but it'd taken a heavy toll on the others.' Snuck in is a drawing of a dwarf being drenched in a barrel comprised entirely of healing potions, that's what's written on the side.
'I watched my senior kickflip against a giant hand and jam one of the Taglocks into the bone, after a few seconds, it puffed right into mist. We had the misfortune to deal with its effects, and had we not had our masks, I'm sure they'd been much worse. I myself came across hallucinations- I think they'd been at least- beyond the burns and the withering, my body was suddenly filled with lacerations, I heard of words I least wished to hear, and something maddening.'
A blob next to a spiky blob. 'Oh, on a separate note, someone was trying to seduce a purple worm with some sort of deranged mating call in the cavern below ours. This may be a hallucination on my end as well, and I may need to visit a therapist to sort out my thoughts.'
There are doodles of the party recovering from the battle, drawn from a secluded corner of the cavern. Some figures seem ecstatic, some more contemplative, and then there's a catgirl seemingly high off her kite, staring blankly into space as a smaller figure feeds her berries.
'Still, I think we're okay, we're all going home.'
There's a colored drawing including blue and white pigments, of a night sky drawn from below the hole closest to the surface, thick with sapphire clouds, with smaller wisps of light peeking between them, an arrow pointing to it with the phrase 'stars?'.
At the bottom are the initials 'A.A.'
Púca Merrystone
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"The mist arm of some fire giant was a tough fight, Also trying to not fall from all that stupid shaking and them stupid falling rocks.
I am hurt but others got it worse, I had to protect my friends....... I don't know how but I guess I somehow held the arm from shaking helping my friends with there taglock thing ((Puca had to roll a nat 20, that was the only choice given to hold the arm haha I did it but now have LEVEL 3 EXHAUSTION how fun.
I also never thought I would see the day of Sir Scums tank being... destroyed.... it looked so strong, AND MISS ELLI THEY FELL AFTER WE DESTROYED THE ARM, I really hope they are fine."
Ellimor Vashtova
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The note was sloppy, and kind of hard to read as if written with a non-dominate hand
" Twenty eight of us went out to the caves and we all split up into four groups and fought on four separate layers where this arm had busted through we were given tag locks made by Maeve.. When we approached the undead arm we found it had an arm of mist sticking out of it also attacking us and stopping spells, as it thrashed it knocked us down, dropping rocks on us, shot boiling blood at us and radiated this pulsing green wave from it. Its presences also seemed to upset trees within our layer.. Me and Huyao were the first to make contact onto the arm then Johnson so we started slicing into the skin to expose the bone... Relnea sliced from a distance, and So did Puca.. He even held the arm in place.. And Scum and Wobble were out ranged shooters.. We attacked for hours some of us going down a few times..Scum lost his tank... I even lost Slobber.... and an anvil dropped from the sky? I don't know.. Scum got a kick out of it... We finally broke skin.. We helped each other to hold the tags in place.. Even Maeve came and helped me... and then the ground disappeared from under us me and Maeve didn't make the jump.. so I grabbed her.. the Wind rushed past.. and impact...then darkness.. I don't remember anything afterwards.. just coming to in the Hospital..
This was only the beginning.. We fought only an arm.. Arms come from bodies.. Goods help us when the rest of the body shows its face.. These hags know were are here and they want us gone.. but we aren't gonna let them."
-Paladin of the Underhaven, Ellimor Vashtova
Xu Yufeng
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Log of the events of Isket Day 6:
Orion Malanis
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Mission Report
The journey to address the giant threat was a long one, several days, and I am thankful we had the support of the city behind us. Had we not been at full strength going into this I fear we would have had many casualties. The combat I am about to describe was intense and exhausting, I spent most of the travel back to the city and the follow days recovering. For the sake of all of us I do hope after this the threat moves away from our city.
Also, I would like to extend my thanks to the parties responsible for creating the taglock, which allowed us to seal the threat and eventually destroy it.
When we arrived at the destination the giant was supposed to be burrowing into we were met by a horrifying sight. The giants arm has penetrated through the surface layer and several underground layers, though fortunately it was only the giants arm, seemingly detached from the rest of the body. The group I was travelling with arrived at the uppermost layer, closest to the surface, where we observed the upper portion of the arm extending down into the lower layers.
The giant undead limb was large enough that it spanned through several layers at least. While we didn’t have to content with the hand of the giant or much movement, there were some defences that made dealing with the arm extremely difficult. This included a massive hand that seemed to be formed out of the mist, several frayed rabbits, some burrowing creatures, and three normal sized giants.
When we initially engaged the arm several giants peeled off it, it seemed like they had been sewn into the undead flesh. However these giants were swiftly dealt with by Iggy and the others, a barrage of arrows and a few spells from myself offing most of the the beasts. One did throw a large lump of flesh which briefly trapped one of our party members, but they managed to break out quickly enough.
The rabbits and other creatures were nimble and managed to spread out amongst the group, attacking us from various angles. They didn’t inflict any serious damage but they were a pest which distracted us from the main threat and prevented us from immediately dealing with the hand and arm. In fact throughout the whole fight the arm was causing problems for the entire group, causing the ground to shake, pulling us towards it, causing it to rain boiling blood and even firing missiles of bone at us. I was nearly knocked unconscious a few times were it not for the abundance of healing potions I had brought with me.
Once we had dealt with the smaller threats we all rushed towards the arm and attempted to weaken it enough to apply the aforementioned tag lock. As we damaged the limb it did produce several abominations, creatures made of flesh with many mouths, but they were manageable with the giants and rabbits off the table. Eventually the arm seemed to weaken enough to apply the taglock, which allowed our artificer C to fly in and apply it. The mist hand made an attempt to pull him away and stop the taglock from being applied but we managed to pull through and emerged victorious.
I intend to put together a more comprehensive report at a later date, when we have information from the other layers whom I know also had to deal with pieces of the the giants arm. Though this does feel like a shallow victory... where is the rest of the giant? And what was it even after?.
-Orion Malanis
The group solved a series of riddles.
For those participating in the world event a boon will be given at the start to all groups.
Orion Malanis
•In attendance: Orion Malanis, Aima, Lyx, Scum, Willow.
Scout patrols on the surface recovered the frayed finger of an undead giant. The finger itself seems to have severed just below the knuckle and is remarkably well preserved, with the bone being exposed. A closer inspection revealed several ancient Sylvan inscriptions carved into the bone and fingernail.
Maeve was able to decipher the ancient sylvan inscriptions as follows. We assumed that these inscriptions were riddles of some kind and began to search for answers to them.
"Not every door is made of stone. Not every wall wishes to be seen. Offer the world an eye not born of flesh, And hidden paths shall welcome thee."
After much discussion and several different attempts Willow observed the carving through the neck of a bottle, which revealed the hidden text AZSRVS. When the text was revealed another riddle was presented to us, spoken into our minds by a female voice.
"Not dead, not living, not absent, only abandoned, speak of me and I begin to return."
We came to the conclusion that the text AZSRVS was encoded in some form and that the second riddle would provide us with the key to decipher it. While there was a great amount of guessing involved, we eventually figured out the answer to the riddle was YOE.
By using AZSRVS and YOE together we decoded the name CLOTHO, marking the end of the first riddle.
"I wear no cloak, yet none can see me. I cast no shadow, yet I stand before thee. Dust, rain, or smoke become my name. Reveal my shape without a flame."
Compared to the previous riddle this one was solved much quicker. By blowing dust and sand across the inscription we revealed several markings. These markings were translated to reveal the name LACHESIS, marking the end of the second riddle
"The blind may find me. The seeing pass me by. Close the one thing you trust most, And open what cannot lie."
This riddle was the beginning of many. When we closed our eyes a voice filled our minds, a female voice that asked if we would like to begin something known as “The Gauntlet”, where we would only get 2 incorrect answers before being punished. We came together as a group and agreed to participate in order to find more information.
When we agreed to participate we were brought into the gauntlet. While we remained physically in Underhaven, next to the finger, we did notice that time began to flow differently. The world moved much faster around us, with Maeve and the others observing us to move very slowly. There was definitely fey magic in play.
"Four carried her, one remains. Choose not the greatest gift but the one that survives oblivion."
This riddle was accompanied by the appearance of four stone pillars labelled Strength, Wisdom, Faith, and Memory.
Three of our research group stood by the pillar of memory, believing it to be the right answer, and were then given the next trial. Those that stood by other pillars were marked with one failure but still allowed to proceed.
"The one most lost does not show her face."
After being given the riddle we saw six slots appear across the back of the giant's finger, each containing different symbols: Feather, Sun, Moon, Mushroom, a blank slot, and Star.
Each of these symbols could be linked in some way to the True Gods, two sisters of the living trinity, the goddesses of day and night, and lux mara. The only missing representation was of the lost goddess Yoenna.
Therefore we were able to solve this riddle by putting a branch into the blank slot.
The third trial came with no riddle, but instead a scale appeared before us. One side of the scale was labelled “Power” and the other side was labelled “Remembrance”. At the beginning of this trial the Power side of the scale was heavier and weighed down.
Around the scale sat four crystals; Glory, Gold, Blood and Family.
We placed the family crystal onto the Remembrance side of the scale, which tipped the scale out of balance. This caused us to fail this trial and counted as one failure before we began the next. Those of us who had already failed the earlier trial were ejected from the gauntlet and time began to affect them normally again.
“The dead may keep me, the living may lose me, books may hold me, time may steal me”
Unlike the previous trials there was no physical component of this trial. We answered simply by speaking the answer aloud, which in this case was “Names”. However there was a wrong answer from one of the three remaining researches, bringing the group in the gauntlet down to two.
The female voice answered that this was not the answer the expected or wanted, but it was still acceptable and gave us the letters A,T, R,O
"The fair folk covet me, hags twist me, mortals squander me."
This riddle was presented in the same way as the previous one, with the answer being spoken aloud. The correct answer was “Words”. We were only able to succeed here thanks to the aid of Willow, as I gave an incorrect answer and was ejected from the gauntlet myself.
The last letters we were given were P,O,S, which when combined with the previous trial gave us the final name ATROPOS
Once we identified the three names; CLOTHO, LACHESIS and ATROPOS, the magic that was preserving the giant's finger seemed to end. The finger completely disintegrated, leaving nothing behind.
Saruk
•
We saved a lot of innocent little creatures that would have suffered horrible fates, AND we discovered the beast tamer has a name! It is Chris. His careful planning will protect a bunch more in the future and keep the caverns healthier.
Ellimor Vashtova
•"I guess I'm a mama now? I will hurt anyone who touches my mushpup.. this is a promise not a threat..."
Alpine Arklock
•Log 6-24
A warped sketch of a strange mushroom with a tongue lolling out, alongside a smear of ink. A tag of 'Mushdog' in rigid scrawl, and a serial number on the side.
'We went past the city perimeter and explored a mushroom forest, set up some traps to keep the specimens safe, but at our arrival we came across something grim. We decided to rescue what was left of the dogs,'
There's a drawing depicting something curled over in a small enclosed cove, and a few somethings wriggling over it.
'We left none of them behind. It will be much safer in the city than these wilds,'
There's an addition of a tail-less mushroom, wide mouthed and screaming, climbing and licking another figure. Multiple other sketches of figures that were present in the encounter run along the page, as with an update of the map beyond city limits.
Nearing the bottom, a careful drawing of some mushpuppies, much too small when compared to the arm that craddled them.
In what seems to be a fresher coat of ink, 'Ah right, I named this one Truffle.' Is written in a tired hand paired with an arrow pointed to one of them. It seems this Truffle is slightly thinner than the other ones. There's notes on trying to figure out its diet, from wax candles to other mushroom species, then settling on what might be a design for a compost bin. Chances are it will be much healthier in the near future.
At the bottom are the initials 'A.A', nearby multiple pawprints going into and fading out of the page.
Finn Fandango
•"Oh yeah, I've been to an 'Island'. Once upon an old voyage my crew and I were shipwrecked on an Isle of Mushrooms. There, beasts were. Living Mushrooms. My crew and I took cover! We watched the beasts and learned of their hunger. I alone was brave enough to push forward and try to tame the creature. I sliced off a portion of mushroom growing on the island floor and offered it to the Mushroom Monster. As it ate from my hand, I sensed it's raw power. The beast could take out a thousand ships if it waned to. It brought me to its lair, and offered to let me keep one of their own."
"Okay Finn, Levi is cute but let's work on our honesty."
"My Leviathan will shake the world! I'm gonna let em ride around on my hat today for enrichment."
Ellimor Vashtova
•After a days trek through the caved we finally reached the tower, Puca spotted a portal and there was an army of devils swarming and attacking the tower. we make it in.. not so stealthfully.. Puca got stabbed, burned, and poisoned.. But after we made our way up and in we found what we were tasked to fine but one item.. then the attack happened, The devils began sieging the tower trying to bring it down.. we came to the realization as well that they were trying summon some demonic lord through the portal.. Solaris teleported me and himself closer to the portal, While the other distracted the army I with some small help from Solaris obliterated the portal, stopping the summoning of the demonic lord to the caves! once tensions calmed down, we found the shadow of the old lighthouse keeper being kept safe by my own shadow, after all that we went back to the haven!
Alpine Arklock
•Log Date: 6-17
'Escorted flour on a cart at the request of a kind baker, learned more of settlements beyond the city limits. Defended the shipment while hunting strange tusked creatures with dark hides.'
There is a hastily scribbled drawing of what one may describe as a Moorbounder if they squinted past the chicken-scratch notes on weakpoints, questionmarks and notes to selves, is pinned to the side. There's also an addition of a scene of a Moorbounder slumped on a cart, which has one figure poking at it, one other annoyed.
'There was a settlement, they seemed to be doing well, save for the lack of food which we'd delivered. Safe places past the hole, they must have some reason, outcasts maybe?'
The are more drawings of tents hugging a cavern wall, alongside an awful attempt at drawing a woman holding some sort of scraplock, it seems the author is not very suited to drawing people.
'We were held a 'lock-point at one point by an elvish woman. She didn't shoot us so I assume she's not a deviant sort.'
A line with an approximation of the location of the tents are drawn alongside a roadmap and edges of Underhaven.
'There is life beyond city limits. Surely there are other cities beyond this one. Perhaps we are not alone.'
Signed at the bottom are the initials "A.A."
Orion Malanis
•Orion Malanis - Delivery Report
Hazel reached out for assistance in delivering some goods to a group stationed out in the tunnels. She provided a cart and two Rothes to pull it. Aside from myself and my two undead servants there were five others who were contracted for this work, including a drow and some kind of sailor with bad wrists. The others in the group struggled to lift up the largest of the boxes into the cart, with the aforementioned sailor hurting himself in the process. In the end I had to step forward and lift the boxes, despite being the smallest in the group.
Once the cart was loaded we quickly made our way through the tunnels. Nothing of note happened until we reached the darker parts of the caves nearer our destination, though the sailor seemed to blabber incessantly about ships and tall tales. Things did quieten down however when we came across a trail of lanterns, signalling we were drawing closer to our destination, and the Rothe halted in their tracks, seemingly spooked by something. I will admit that the drow woman did a good job managing and comforting the beasts, which helped keep the cart under our control.
After the Rothe got spooked three of the group disappeared into the darkness ahead to scout out the route; the sailor, the rogue and the sorcerer. They weren’t gone for long before they came back reporting there was some kind of activity or danger in the route ahead, giving us an opportunity to prepare ourselves and form a defensive formation around the cart before pushing forward.
The threat in this case was a group of beasts dwelling in the darkness. Three large feline like beasts with sleek black fur, large eyes and what I can only describe as tusks coming from their jaws. Unlike my previous encounter with foes out in the caves, these beasts were easy enough to dispatch. They were thick skinned and had a nasty set of claws but with my undead servants and the frontlines of the group drawing most of the danger to themselves, the other casters and myself were able to stand back and assist with various spells. I was able to get through the encounter with not even a scratch, though I did end up expending all my third level spells.
With the threat gone we pushed on to the destination of our journey, a small camp home to many interesting and unusual races. As we approached one of their scouts, a woman named "Mags", sneaked up behind us and confronted us at gunpoint. Fortunately we were able to talk in a civil and control manner, clearing up any misconceptions. She had a larger fellow come by and unload the cart as the sailor injured himself again trying to pick up any boxes. Goods were exchanged, the cart was loaded with some materials to be brought back to Hazel and we headed home. The trip back was quick and less eventful.
Overall a relatively smooth and easy job, the other members of the group seemed capable enough in a pinch.
Aima
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The play was very good, very well written and the actors did an amazing job. Thinking of joining the group that run the play, could be a very creative and fun way to spent time.
Morrigan
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Absolutely lovely play, thought provoking, and left me wanting more...
Ciel Lodestar
•
A traveling group of actors called the Crossroad Players set up a stage in the northeast part of the city, by the chapel and the library. The group's led by Dell Bows, also called Sweatly. I also heard they plan to take over a theater. I don't know which one, or how close they are to making that happen.
The play was called "The Crown That Would Not Sleep." It was written many years ago by Sweatly's great-great-great-aunt, who's since passed away, and kept safe afterward by his great-grandmother. It clearly means a great deal to him, more than just a show.
The story goes like this. The villain's forgotten her lines. The hero's begun asking questions. The damsel no longer waits where she should. The hunter no longer remembers who she's hunting. The ending's unfinished, and the true ending was lost long ago. Sweatly refuses to write a new one out of respect for the original work.
Here's what I noticed about the cast. Sweatly plays the hero, with light yellow/blond hair, light skin, and dark green eyes. The villain has dark violet hair, light skin, and dark brown eyes. I didn't catch her name. The damsel has half-black, half-white hair, light blue skin, dark red eyes, and might be part fiend, maybe a tiefling. I didn't catch her name. The hunter's Sweatly's half-sister, with light brown/brunette, light skin, and dark green eyes. I heard she doesn't plan to stay with the group long-term. I didn't catch her name either. Clank, a small kenku, works as the stagehand. Sweatly's wife, who I believe is named Julie Bows, built the stage itself, but she wasn't part of the performance and wasn't introduced to us. I don't know why.
Afterward, everyone in the audience received a banner. I assumed it was just merchandise, something to remember the group by, but I'm not certain that's all it is.
Addiline
•
Peak Event. I loved it would recover corpse again.
Finn Fandango
•Finn is found spinning a weave to some strangers, all of whom doubt his words.
"It was quite the tale I tell you. A group of adventurers and myself were sent into the dark pit where bodies are decomposed and eaten away by death dealing worm-y bugs. The goal? To find the missing body of a goblin fellah who had fallen tragically below. We split into two groups and went down the shaft. There, thousands of thousands of disgusting creatures skittered around, waiting for a moment to take our lives. We split into two search parties and I took one of the torches to keep the creatures at bay. The other group went left, and we went right. Sneaking about the darkness to find the skeleton. From bone pile to bone pile, we searched, slowly losing hope until.. it happened. Our groups met up, and above us was a disgusting sac of some kind of flesh and pus, within- the goblin man was resting. As much as a skeleton could. Addy flew up, and cut the partially digested friend free. We all mourned the loss of a local from Underhaven. We made our way back to the surface, and the body was taken away. Hopefully to be revived."
As the group clears, Finn seems disappointed at not having been believed. Having actually told the truth. For once.
Ellimor Vashtova
•Fought some of the same creatures that came to the town earlier.. killed them.. touched a cursed masked.. and now my arm is cursed..
Aima
•Had a fight with some weird looking things, did mostly well noone died, although had to lose my flail to save an arm I hope
Orion Malanis
•Orion Malanis - Report
This was one of my first ventures into the caverns which surround the city. When I saw the original notice I was unsure if my own abilities would be up to the task, however after meeting the rest of the group it became clear they were all well equipped and capable of making up for where I lacked.
Our journey through the sand layer was uneventful. We ran into no major issues and we're able to get a rest in for a few hours before we pushed into the deeper areas. I was able to find some time to summon a bat familiar and cast mage armour, in preparation for whatever we might run into.
As we pushed onwards we picked up a trail of blood. I myself was unable to gleam much from it but from what I heard it seemed to be a few days old and from a humanoid creature. Tracking it led us almost straight to a camp where we found gore, bones and several dangerous masked creatures.
Never before have I seen such unnatural and strange beings. Their limbs were long and narrow, like they had been stretched. They often moved on all fours, like some kind of beast, but in a way that just looked wrong. Each beast wore a mask, all with differences, though I didn't get close enough to examine any of these masks in detail.
The fight with the beasts was intense. Several of our group took the front lines while myself, another mage and some kind of ratfolk in a armoured vehicle attacked from behind. It was a long and tedious fight but we did eventually succeed, thought a bulette did intrude during the conflict and caused some serious harm to both our frontline and the strange creatures.
Worth noting is that these creatures seemed to be unaffected by many of my necrotic and poisonous spells. Also, they had a tendency to scream and wail, which seemed to have some kind of negative affect on those with weaker mental defenses. Nothing a simple warding wind could not deal with but it did cause some problems in our front line.
After dealing with the creatures and escaping the bulette we found a straggler, similar to the other masked beasts, that was showing some interest in a small cavern. We swiftly dealt with this beast and then found one survivor of the attack, hidden in the back of the space.
This final beast left its mask behind, which one of our group attempted to cast remove curse on. Unfortunately the spell seemed to fail and the mask seemed to fuse itself with her hand and caused her flesh to turn to what appears to be porcelain, starting from the point of contact. The spread was stopped by wrapping her upper arm with chain, which lasted until we made it back to town with the survivor.
For the most part we handled the work well, dealt with the creatures and retrieved the survivors. However I believe this could be a cautionary tale about using remove curse without being aware of the strength and properties of the curse itself.
Wobgrob Calyptor
•We tracked down the white thing and subdued them. They shouldn't be bothering Underhaven in the short term.
Ellimor Vashtova
•(Petra Group @ The Intersection)
Fought some goop with many faces, the fucker hit hard.. and that woman had good shot but, hey we killed the monster but sadly the lady still got away...
Scum
•I drove a tank. I shot my cannon ,rockets. and exploded the big enemy. I am the top rat. I also shot that women in the leg.
Sun Yixun
•
Huyao?'s Thoughts - Aftermath
(Dsthesecond Group)
This was the moment we were tested, where we had to prove we deserved the right to live, to endure, to survive. We dare say the proof of our resilience has been made apparent to all who might challenge us.
Fate does not wait until one is ready, yet we did well in what little time we had to prepare. Evacuation zones were established, the mightier sorts of our city were unified, and each individual fulfilled their potential well.
That said, the people cannot rely on the mightier among them to preserve them forever. Let these events show the necessity of power to preserve our haven as this battle acts as the catalyst for change and the foundation for greater order among our people.
More challenges shall come, so bare your heart and let your passions burn through them all.
Púca Merrystone
•(Shrimp Group Intersection)
Puca Merrystone went invisible a few times and attacked a creature with his glaive and stood his ground unlike SOME PEOPLE, I carried 2 people to a running HUGE creature and grappled it while it spit at me how fun.
Iggy Faustina
•We headed to the Easter Side of Underhaven to face a dangerous multi-faced creature with smaller single-faced creatures as backup. However, we encountered the Understudy who was sniping us from afar.
Luckily we managed to take down the hideous beast and the underlines. Nobody died in battle and everyone got off safely with some minor damage to the town by Scum's Tank. However the Understudy escaped...
Relnea Thorn
•
Primary Target: A frayed(?) amalgam created from the bodies of many different individuals. It made use of different masks, with its abilities changing whenever the active mask shifted. Ultimately defeated by Scum and his... whatever that machine is.
Secondary Target: Unknown woman. She used a firearm, and seemed to be proficient with powerful magic. Was seemingly the one who lured the frayed horde to our town. She managed to escape, and remains at large. Likelihood of further antagonistic actions towards Underhaven seems likely. Capturing or eliminating her should be a high priority moving forwards.
Xu Yufeng
•Successfully protected the Underhaven thanks to the bravery and prowess of the town's forces, albeit scattered and almost fragile from what I hear of the other districts' battles.
Lilinoe
•
(Shrimp's Group -Bugpit)
[Lilinoe's thoughts- or ramblings, trying to find her state of mind through a splitting headache.]
I-It was... it was...
They were going towards the bug pit. /I hate the bug pit/- and if the corpse beetles were to get infected.... We were maybe going to try to call their attention... Harrus shouted. The ground shook.
The first monster looked- it was a dog? Covered in holes- we watched a flesh eating worm crawl into it's body. Turning, it ran through Púca, ripping into Kal. They defended, Harrus, Púca Kal... I ran towards the bug pit. Miss Morrigan followed, Miss Alice followed- another ran away. /I'm glad she is safe./
I don't think I missed. The creature I approached had many arms, tilted and reaching towards the bug pit. Worms were crawling out to meet it... We attacked them. We attacked it...
It responded when I called to it. It noticed. I didn't have time to call it further. /Why would it respond? Was it not fully lost yet?/
Between the mist above and the creatures between us- I couldn't focus. My head was pounding and pulling me away. /It hurts./ I couldn't hear anymore, I became lost as the battle progressed. /I killed the dog, didn't I? I remember seeing it fall. It fell to my arrows? I didn't leave them aloneIdidn'tIcouldn'tthinkI'msorry./
Further in the Vein, I could think. It took so long... I tried to steer people away. I hate this- when I can see every moment but not make sense of anything.
Why towards the bug pit? Why were they being called? How could it still hear me?
Is everyone okay?
Wobgrob Calyptor
•(Petra group, intersection)
"The combat began with us facing down an opaque cube of black jelly with many porcelain masks, along with its similarly-materialled-and-masked minions of humanoid shape and medium size. It was a true slugging match that I rose above right at the start.
Unfortunately for us, The Understudy, who was behind the whole thing, was present at our battle. On my way towards the roof of the cave, in an effort to dispel the magical effect drawing the mist monsters to Underhaven, she shot me and forced me to fall. Thankfully, it was straight into Ellimor's arms, which softened the impact considerably.
After further events, we heard a scream from the scout stationed by the gate to the fungal caves. I hurried over faster than I ever have before, and lent her my magical aid, disposing of enough of The Understudy's magical ability to give the scout the upper hand before I was rendered unconscious.
Unfortunately, in the confusion after those moments, and with my awareness lost from me, The Understudy escaped once more."
-Excerpt from an after-action interview of Wobgrob Calyptor, a magical shop owner that took part in yet another battle for Underhaven.
Anzoras Frustra
•That man almost killed himself, after we had just saved him from a monster!
Ellimor Vashtova
•Crumb Cult!
Anzoras Frustra
•Crumb Cult!
Kal Faeline
•
Pay your tabs or get suplexed
Hilda
•Crumb is the messiah...blessed by Theire herself...
Crumb
•"I made so many new friends! I even got to talk about my gods! We had good for, Miss Elli brought wine, Miss Hilda is now acting strange around me, in a neat way" -Crumb
Addiline
•Amazing event. Tied in well with one of the event lines max is running.
Ellimor Vashtova
•Anzoras Frustra
•Nobody stole from the fae this time...
Anzoras Frustra
•Lovely shop, lovely owner.
I bought lots of toys for the orphanage!
Wobgrob Calyptor
•I purchased a toy from Esmerelda, the shop owner, for the orphanage, and a couple for myself. If they happen to pop up again, I'd recommend checking out their wares!
Hilda
•Experienced sparring partners and informational hosts. I look forward to the next training.
Anzoras Frustra
•Very informative
The mist is racist now
Wobgrob Calyptor
•An encounter with Puppets in the desert turns into a battle with The Beast & The Muse, who turn out to be far more than they appear. Exciting stuff.
Anzoras Frustra
•I made a new friend and people called me 'artistic'!
Ellimor Vashtova
•-Fought some grungs, saved some.. and another one of the dumb big ass frogs... ((Very good event enjoyed it!!))
Sun Yixun
•[Event Report in Progress]
((Very fun!))
Thalen Saeris Ilmarion
•
Almost DIED but in the end gained a lot of knowledge and got to help out the population. But will definitely be training more for the future...
Whimsy the Whimsical
•
My crystal now!
Tuff Azrok
•Yummy honey! Bees hurt though...
Ruka
•
It was a very scary trip...prepared to go out and talk with biest and was met with ehm an hungry chimera with to much fire...thankfuly the others slayed it.
Wobgrob Calyptor
•Turns out, it was three kobolds in a t̶r̶e̶n̶c̶h̶c̶o̶a̶t̶ minor illusion.
Wobgrob Calyptor
•We took down some ropers and got some meat. Maybe I can find a chef to cook it sometime soon.
Sun Yixun
•The adventurers performed most admirably, and we are quite grateful for the luxurious escorted tour of these dangerously dark and dubious caverns!
~ H.H
Ellimor Vashtova
•Wish i could have enjoyed it better... but was real tired after being spit out by a big ass frog...
Junko (Nisim)
•
The Fool's bright smile is winning me over! Almost adore it as much as the Ringmaster's shows! (P.s - I enjoyed the pizza)
Johnson Mallard
•
After being abducted by the froghemoth and Temperance, he was returned safely and in alright health, albeit without a shadow... though that soon returned to him... he did not stick around because his mental health had spiraled from the previous incident
Ellimor Vashtova
•Was happy to help Oliver out.. Wish i could have kept the mushroom dog...
Wobgrob Calyptor
•Happy to have helped get medicine for a sick kitty. c:
Junko (Nisim)
•It was all Libby's fault.
Púca
•It was all libby's fault, The pie's... they tried to eat us so I ate them... Never again, my stomach hurts bad. NOTE TO SELF Do not eat pies that are alive
Pyra Mania
•
The worst pies in London
It was all Libby's fault
Wobgrob Calyptor
•A crumpled page with a roughly torn edge, as if the author did not want to remember it. The second paragraph is rather shakily written, as if the author could not keep their hand steady as they wrote.
Elvegraw 10
I've done it, at last! I have a crossbow! Now I won't be as helpless when the time comes to fight. I'll be helping to deliver some pies to the Merrystone house today. I'm looking forward to that.
This has been, objectively, without a doubt, THE WORST day of my life, and I ran from mist monsters last shift! Today, I was almost EATEN by a PIE. I am NEVER helping SPECIFICALLY Libby Merrystone with ANYTHING.
EVER.
End of page.
((Big ups Petra for making an absolutely hilarious event for us. Those in the later events should absolutely be looking forward to them! ^w^
Sun Yixun
•An amusing turn of events, solved by an entourage of great and noble heroes! Conflict arose, but triumphs came in the end!
The whole ordeal turned out to be easy as pie.
~ H.H
Ellimor Vashtova
•Went expectin just the haul a cart only for the pies.. to come alive and stare attackin me... But regardless got the job done
-EV
Johnson Mallard
•Was able to greatly assist the party with various things, was doing very well up until he was hoisted up and lost an arm, alot of blood with it and nearly perished... the wound has left a mental scar on him even after it was regenerated back on...
Tuff Azrok
•Squash spiders like bugs!
Anzoras Frustra
•"Hard fought battle, but I defeated an owlbear on my own!"
Oscar
•
The guild and I kicked absolute ass! The new member is a going to be a great addition to the crew!
Junko (Nisim)
•The owlbear ran away from us more times than we ran away from it. I think we got a more shy and cute owlbear. Kinda felt bad...
Portia Nisim
•
Cute Owlbear got scared by Komos headbutting it.
Got to touch its belly. Bit me. Worth it
Thalen was definitely the Owlbear's favorite person there.
Cute and shy. Would touch again
Cicatrix
•
Didn't participate yet... still waiting on DM to reach out.
Betty (No Last Name)
•Blasted Fey- forcing me to think!
Anzoras Frustra
•"Nice people, but most certainly fae- watch your words and don't make promises."
Lilinoe
•Lilinoe walks along the river, she tries- I try so hard to focus in the waves. The other day was a... horrible day. Every detail, every sound, -the laughter, the shouting, the bells... I still keep it.
The fliers asked for help. I want to help, always. There were many, many present... A construct, a githzerai, a concerning man with wild eyes, Johnson, the Fox...
We were summoned instead of greeted. The raven, Pitch, rushed to us, delivering another cry for help.
It was awful... Poor Miss Maeve was hunched, hands clasped over her ears. Books upon books sat nearby- many languages and many types. We all were concerned, all trying to help. Miss Alyse was by her side immediately... A dark-haired woman walked away- to cast a spell, I think, as the rest tried to talk to Maeve and Pitch.
A clever, beautiful bird, Pitch said one of the books hurt Miss Maeve. There was something about a pattern... Some of us carefully glanced through the books, while Miss- er- Doctor Alyse and a tiefling tried very hard to help her... I didn't... didn't try...
They spoke to her, through her, and channeled what plagued Miss Maeve. Bells tolled.
There was a fight- I didn't want to look, as the bells continued. The construct tried to analyze. Johnson listened- I started too as well. There was... dots... something... I drew it on the ground.
The Risen Fall. Curiosity Is Punished. Those That Seek Answers Must Fight For Them.
Doctor Alyse could read it- she is so calm, observant... Her magic is beautiful. We... didn't interpret it fast enough... the tiefling picked up a book.
Horrible book. Terrible book. Pale and far too soft.
Mostly, it did not call to him.
We were still rather... concerned.
Pitch said it was found near the ruins by Eight. With Miss Maeve still suffering, the man with wild eyes suggested we join the other group, who've been fighting... air? Doctor Alyse looked rather ill- I was sorry to leave her. She helped us so...
It was odd... Everyone... was just grabbing air. Foul smelling air.
I didn't know what to do- I stood away... I could hear Doctor Alyse speaking under her breath....
/"Perhaps it is time for an intermission."/ /"How does this scene end? How is Maeve relieved?"/
Then... the skull. In the midst of the group, a body appeared. Not a bad one- though it was dressed like a performer. I didn't see how it happened. I didn't keep watching once the man with wild eyes started *eating.* I think I missed something important...
/"When will she die?"/
One day. Doctor Alyse told me one day. How horrible. This poor woman.
Was it 'The Fool'? That is what Doctor Alyse said. I wasn't... I don't know.. I know nothing.
/The Fool knows of the mists./
/Involved in murder. It watches. The show must go on-/
It was the book that hurt Maeve, wasn't it? Not the Fool. It only... it only...
/"This world could hope to fight this plague. How do you repel what is, what cannot be contained? Seek the voice in the fog and make it out alive."/
The Skull's mouth opens as Doctor Alyse -speaks- spoke,
/"The show must go on. The curtain shall fall as we fall."/
The Skull croons, "Alas poor-"
We laugh.
Couldn't stop- couldn't stand- all I could hear- everyone could hear- horrible- it echoes- how could I be so awful? Tried to get away. To stop. ImsorryImnotthisIpromise-
I don't know how they stopped it. Doctor Alyse asked me if I was alright... after the disgusting noise. She invited me for tea...
If we don't know what the book is, she suggested we destroy it. Horrible thing. I tried too.
The Fox helped Miss Maeve- at least she could see again. Doctor Alyse and the dark-haired woman left as the rest helped Maeve about town... Things were so confusing after, my head hurts...
We met Miss Ruby at the library. She saved Miss Maeve and the tiefling, thought the book continued to toll. An omen, Miss Ruby said.
They all rushed away... I just kept following... It's unusual, really, I remember every breathe- yet it confuses me so. It's almost like it didn't happen. We went to the theatre and...
Um...
We went to Eight after. There were ruins on the side- I really shouldn't have gone. They found... skin on the walls... Like from mist monsters... It smelled like peanuts, said the Fox.
/"That thing has struck again,"/ The Fox said. I head them tell of a scout being murdered recently and... impersonated.
They found bloody clothes... Trinkets that were removed... then replaced after blood was spilled. The scouts, five scouts, golden cogs... friends...
There wasn't much more... I tried to ask the tiefling to burn the book. The construct also tried, but the tiefling... He- he was upset... The man with wild eyes also... I- it... He scares me.
They didn't... I don't know what they did with that book. I'm sorry.
I feel like I should have done more... I don't want to know... but I... can't leave things like this.
Johnson Mallard
•He wasn't able to assist so he left early on
Anzoras Frustra
•"We had some Glowshroom and Snake stew after :)"