AvB - Mordricari

[planswalker]

Elhrim or dm only. Violators will be fed to the dire beavers.


On the other side is a dwarf sitting at a desk with a pile of papers strewn throughout. He glances up as you enter and says, "Oh, another one? Sign this and please don't disturb the papers on my desk." He pushes a paper your direction.

[Elrihm]

Mord looks down to read what the dwarf had told him to sign.

[planswalker]

It appears to be a non-disclosure agreement.

[Elrihm]

Mord shrugs, and signs the paper, handing it back to the dwarf.

[planswalker]

He waves you on through the iron black door behind him.

[Elrihm]

Mordricari is beginning to feel more than a little sketched out, and as he goes through the iron door, begins wondering how he could escape if it comes to that.

[planswalker]

Beyond the iron black door is a pair of spiral staircases. One is labeled "employer", the other "employee". A well-groomed halfling greets you and says, "Good sir, what will it be? Looking to place a job or find one?"

[Elrihm]

"Good afternoon sir", Mord bows low, "I just entered the city today to find a job, thank you."

[planswalker]

"Very good sir. Follow me." He begins to walk up the stairs to the left, labeled "employee".

[Elrihm]

Mord looks around, taking everything in, hoping to remember the layout of the place for future reference, or quick escape as he follows the halfling up the stairs.

[planswalker]

He finds the second floor to have a large array of hallways, spaced evenly throughout the floor.

The halls are labeled by category, and the doors with names of employers. Kel finds that one hall is holding rooms for "problem solving - discreet" and another "personal protection - quiet" that have sword symbols beneath their text.

[Elrihm]

"Where should I go? I'm a translator with a knack for getting information, you see, sort of like urban recon. I don't do too terribly well with open combat, so the personal protection seems a little off for me...", Mord seems fairly unsure, certain that this decision could haunt him for some time.

[planswalker]

sorry about the slow posting. Didn't get an email alerting me when you posted.

"Well, there are dozens of halls up here criss-crossing each other. One of them is bound to have what you're looking for."

[Elrihm]

Mordricari bows low again, and moves off, reading the labels for each hall.

It's fine, I tend to post a lot more frequently as I'm out of college right now. I can't expect other people to have the same amount of free time.

[planswalker]

there are literally dozens of halls each with unique names. Basically, pick a description that fits what you're looking for, phrase it like the two examples given, and I'll populate that hall with a couple options which fit the city.

[Elrihm]

"Hmm, I think I could do this one. 'Information retrevial". Of course, the hall labeled "problem solving" looked interesting too." Mord moves down the first hall, and looks around.

by first i mean the first one i mentioned

[planswalker]

There are eight doors down this hall. Four of them have nameplates on them.

[Elrihm]

Mord goes up to the first one with a name plate on it, reads the inscription there, and then goes in.

[planswalker]

the nameplate reads: Johan Drosselmeyer.

The room is rather bare, with four white walls and a white floor. The ceiling is white as well, but a small black stone has been placed in the center. A female voice emanates from it, asking, "Name?"

[Elrihm]

"Ahem, Mordricari at your service. What can I do for you, my lady?", Mord replies, slightly taken aback at talking to a stone.

[planswalker]

"I am not the client, only a facilitator. Should I decide you are suitable, I will give you a referral to the client, and you will meet with her at her estate."

[Elrihm]

"Ah, I understand, milady. What do you require of me to weigh the quality my abilities against your standard?

[planswalker]

"What makes you think you are qualified for the position?"

[Elrihm]

"Well, I am by trade a mage. Through this, I have access to spells that change my appearance, cloak me in invisibility, open locks, and allow me to fly. In addition to my normal repertoire of spells, I have learned how to manipulate space to teleport 10 feet out, and can spontaneously cast divination, allowing me to spy on those it would be benefit me to with alacrity. However, I have no skill with arms, and am loath to engage in open combat, seeing so many easier routes to get what I want."

[planswalker]

"Indeed, you claim to be a spymaster. Tell me what color my eyes are and you'll prove you aren't bluffing."

[Elrihm]

"Hmm, an interesting challenge for someone I have no idea of name or description."

Mord thinks about it for a second, and sits down with his spell book, flipping the pages looking for an answer. After a few minutes he shrugs, closes the book an begins his attempt.

He's going to cast spells in rapid succession and see what sticks.

First, he reaches within his mind and unravels a few spells, freeing up magical energy. He then takes a first level spell and cast identify upon the black gem. After that he casts detect secret doors, and concentrates long enough to examine the entire room. Finally, finishing off his preliminary examination, he casts detect thoughts, and scans the room, finally focusing on the black gem.

DC 15 will save for detect thoughts

[planswalker]

you paying the material component costs for those spells?

The black stone is a stone of speaking. They come in linked pairs. Every spoken word in one room with a stone is transmitted to the other. They have a range of 1/4 mile to them.

There is in fact a hidden door on the far wall from where you came in.

You do not detect any thoughts.

[Elrihm]

yep, identify has a 100 material cost, I'll need to stock up again, but w/e. the rest are mundane or focuses with no cost.

Mord nods in affirmation, his supsicions confirmed. He takes a moment and cast locate object on the bonding pair of the stones. Once a link has been established, he sits down and draws some of his most powerful magics to cast clairvoyance to magical see the room in which the stone is being held.

[planswalker]

The other stone is located about fifteen feet beyond the hidden door. Your clarivoyance reveals that she is in fact a tiefling whose eyes are pure black with no whites or irises.

[Elrihm]

Mord leans over, knocks on the door, and says to the stone, "Your eyes are the deepest black, milady."

[planswalker]

"Good job. You not only found out my eye color, you found the hidden door as well. Come on through."

The hidden door slides away, and the tiefling is sitting behind her desk exactly as you saw it.

"Any questions before I give you the address?"

[Elrihm]

Mord walks through the hidden door, and stands hand behind his back as he address the tiefling, "Hmm, no. I don't believe I do. I'm fairly sure my compensation will be appropriate, considering the resources allocated to maintaining anonymity.

[planswalker]

"Indeed. Want me to not tell you where to meet your boss and force you to scout for it so you can show off?"

[Elrihm]

Grinning, Mord replies, "I deserved that. I do believe you are going to make me do that regardless. Here, at least give me a sealed letter containing her address, that way if I break the seal, I'm admitting I wasn't good enough. Will I see you there, or will you be staying here, if it is my place to ask?"

While this conversation is happening, Mord looks over the tiefling, and picks out a personal effect to remember for later.

[planswalker]

"Very well." She hands you a sealed letter. "If you get stumped, just use a divination to read the letter without opening it. I have to give you the letter anyways, for it authenticates that you are sent from the Flint. I work as a facilitator at the Flint, and when one contract is filled, I find another to work on."

[Elrihm]

"Well, thank you very much.", Mord turns and walks out.

"Damn...I was hoping I could follow her there." Mord thinks. With a shrug, Mord opens the letter and reads it as he makes his way back out, not really caring about showing off to a stranger.

[planswalker]

The address is to a house on Scale Street in North Market.

[Elrihm]

Mord folds up the piece of paper, and slips it inside his robe, in one of the pockets there. He then makes his way out of the Sad Flint, trying to get back to the Plaza.

[planswalker]

Amazingly enough, the plaza still starts right outside the Flint's door.

[Elrihm]

Hey, things could have changed!

Mord looks around at the plaza, and then sets off, looking for North Market, and then the address on the letter.

Knowledge (local)
[roll0]

[planswalker]

North Market is the ditrict north of Midtown, which the plaza is central to.

[Elrihm]

Once there, Mordricari begins looking for the address.

Knowledge (local)
[roll0]

[planswalker]

He finds it rather quickly. The main house is a rather odd construction. It appears to be a clock tower converted into a living space, and the chime as you arrive right on the hour indicates that it is still functional.

The yard is unkempt and appears to have been neglected for years, although the tower itself is in good repair. There is a single wooden door facing the street to allow entrance into the house.

[Elrihm]

After taking in the sights, and wondering about the client, Mord walks up to the door and knocks.

[planswalker]

There is no response within. You notice that the door is not locked.

[Elrihm]

Mord looks around, and then pushes the door open, going inside.

[planswalker]

The entire first floor seems to be filled with mechanical gears and mechanisms all churning away and busily doing whatever it is for. A spiral staircase leads upwards.

[Elrihm]

As Mord walks through the first floor, looking at the many machines, he calls, "Hello? Anyone home?". and moves up the staircase.

[planswalker]

the click-clack of mechanical gears is his only response.

On the second floor, there is a hallway with several doors leading off to either side. The hallways ends in a study that is covered with dust.

The stairs continue upward.

[Elrihm]

Mord looks around at the dust, and continues up the stairs.

[planswalker]

The next set of stairs leads to a locked door. There is no lighting up here, but there is a crack of light coming from underneath the door and you can hear a scratching sound on the other side.

[Elrihm]

Mord knocks on the door, and calls, "Excuse me, is anyone here? I'm here about the job you posted."

[planswalker]

"Ah, the wizard knocks on the door, and it swing inward of its own volition." A dry, raspy voice calls out. Then, like magic, the door seemingly obeys his commands, opening inward. The room beyond houses a rather massive printing press. A wooden mannequin has been posed leaning over it as if monitoring it.

[Elrihm]

Galath walks in and looks around, fascinated with the magic in the room. "Um, hello? I was sent from the Sad Flint, I'm the information retrieval specialist."

[planswalker]

A voice emanates from the ceiling. "Ah yes. Tell me, what kind of information are you best at retrieving?"

[Elrihm]

"Well, before we get into specifics, I really would like to see you, for security reasons. People have lots of enemies, and who is to say you aren't posing as my contact? I may just be paranoid, but it keeps me sharp."

[planswalker]

"And how would seeing me help you know if you are speaking to your contact and not an imposter? For all you know, I'm a scaled and horned demon."

[Elrihm]

"Personally, I don't care what you look like. It would just give me a face to recognize for later. I suppose it's not terribly important, the job is, and I can respect the level of magic you have working here. What information do you need, and what recompense are you offering, sir?"

[planswalker]

"I need stories and lore, secrets and tales. The rarer and less widely heard, the better your pay will be. Find me obscure tales of tragic heroes. Quality is also important, and far more valuable than quantity. Old and new, it matters not, so long as the tragedy is fresh."

[Elrihm]

"Tragic heroes, hmm? Well, I think I might have one for you already, a story no one has heard, maybe not so very heroic, but very tragic. Years ago, in a town to the south, there was a village, where after years of cultivating the land, life had become prosperous, even easy. Perhaps it was this prosperity that drew them, no one really knows, but one night, as a young mage was exercising his powers, sending his mind out to cover miles of terrain, he felt them. Giants had come to this peaceful town. Afraid, the mage hid away as boulders rained down, and buildings turned to rubble. In one night, everyone he had ever known died, perhaps because of his cowardice in not warning the town. Miraculously, the mage survived, but is forever haunted by the errors of that night, forever tainted by his cowardice..."

That's my character's backstory.

[planswalker]

"Ah, yes, that one. I have that one already. Was a nice little piece of work. Since I already have that one, you get nothing, but it's nice to reminisce over my old work. Give me a story I don't already have, and you will be well paid."

[Elrihm]

Mordricari nodded his head, and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Already known? How the devil...", Mord thought as he walked, "Where the hell am I going to get a story he hasn't heard if that one is known to him?"

Thinking about it, Mord goes back to the Sad Flint thinking that the birthplace of adventure in this city would be a grand place to start. Perhaps if this didn't work, a library might hold information, though the crazy man would have probably perused those tomes. If it comes to it, perhaps I will need to create my own story for him...

Once at the Sad Flint Mord orders a cheap drink from the bar, and all but ignores it as he begins to gather information from the patrons there about tales of tragic heroes.

Gather Information
[roll0]

Bah, my gather information is terrible. Oh well.

[planswalker]

the drink is 1 silver.

You learn nothing that hints of a story that the crazy man wouldn't already know.

[Elrihm]

"Well, that's a little expected I guess.", Mord thinks as he leaves and checks the time, "Can't expect just anyone to have ancient lore, still it needed to be checked. On to the university."

After checking the time, Mord wanders over to the university, to inquire about registration fee, thinking that a school might be the best place to seek stories.

[planswalker]

The registration fee is 3,000 gold, and tuition is 5,000 per semester. The only university in Aldhaven is the mage university where one goes to enhance their magical knowledge and prowess. Reagents are not cheap, neither is the other accessories to training mages and giving them practical experience.

The registration fee for your first semester does go towards your tuition.

[Elrihm]

"Hmm, well I'll have to pull some resources to get in, until then I guess I need to find a new job, and keep this as a side."

Mord heads back to the Sad Flint, and goes up to the bar keep, "Is my password still good? I don't have anymore cash, and I need more immediate funds before I can start on that job."

[planswalker]

"Sorry, we only allow people one active job at a time from the Flint. Why do you need a second job for? Does yours not pay well enough?"

[Elrihm]

"Well, it requires access to some rather unusual information that is not in one discernible location. It's mainly a never ending search for stories, not really a "job". I understand the rule about only one job though, I'm merely trying to accumulate funds to get into the university where there will hopefully be an abundance of the information I seek. I'll just have to get more creative, although I don't see staying at this particular job for very long, not a huge fan of open ended jobs."

[planswalker]

"Why the hell would you enroll at the university just to find stories? Why not just go to their library, and if that doesn't help, talk with them? It seems absurd to me that they would offer classes on 'ancient and untold stories'."

[Elrihm]

"I had no idea they were so open with their knowledge, thank you! I naturally assumed the secrets they hold would only be bought with coin. I shall head over there directly, though as I said, I don't know how long I will hold this job. After a few stories I might desire something new, would it be possible to give this one up at that time, seeing as how it is rather open ended?"

[planswalker]

"Do you think they'd open up the secrets to students? For someone who acts smart, you could really use a shot of common sense. I had a city watchman come by earlier which said an arrogant sod who matches your description came up to him and wanted to know where the diplomats district is. Like the city has hundreds of neighboring countries to need such a massive number of people as to make their own district."

"If you cancel the contract with your employer, you could then apply here for a new job."

btw, getting the sorts of stories your patron wants won't be simply going to a library and reading them. It'll be things like looking for ancients tomes of forgotten lore and eldritch crypts.

[Elrihm]

Mordricari flushes, and looks down, "Well...I'll think about what you said, job and otherwise. Thank you.". Mord clenches his hands together, and bows a little.

"Dammit, when will I stop being a coward..." Mord thinks to himself, about his initial interactions in the city. To think that was just this morning; so much had happened in a day, and his head was spinning. Perhaps sitting in a musty library wouldn't work, the crazy old coot would have looked there. But there is one other place...

Mord walks outside, and determines the time, and roughly how much is left of the day.

Yay for having low wisdom and charisma scores. The difference between knowing a tomato is a fruit and knowing not to put it in a salad, in addition to being terrible with people. Also, thanks for saying something, sitting in a library was my exact plan.

[planswalker]

I hope you don't mind that the world responds accordingly to his actions.

It appears to be about an hour after noon.

[Elrihm]

Meh, it's just how he is, and he will suffer the consequences and learn, or keep making the same mistakes.

Mord nods, making a plan. He had heard from the town crier about an old ruin that was open to peruse, and that might be a good place to at least start looking for ancient lore.

Knowledge (local) to find the farmer who owns the land
[roll0]

[planswalker]

His farm is about an hour's walk from the city.

[Elrihm]

Mordricari heads to the farmers land, hoping he has enough gold to persuade the farmer to let him in.

[planswalker]

As you approach the farmhouse, you hear a woman scream.

[Elrihm]

Mord takes a second to enact his eternal wand of invisibility, and moves silently up to the farm house to begin looking around for the source of the scream.

Move Silent
[roll0]

[planswalker]

Four men in brown cloaks are roughing up a young man while a young woman screams in terror as they strike him with their fists.

[Elrihm]

Mord hides behind something, surveying the situation.

"This is none of my business, best stay out of it. There are four of them, and I am but one combat spell-less mage."

[planswalker]

Five minutes later, the four men get done savagely beating the helpless young man as his wife looks on with horror and you impassively watch.

Satisfied, the leader gives one more kick for good measure and the four head off.

[Elrihm]

Mord uses the last minute of his invisibility to get away from the scene, and waits for the spell to expire. After it expires he moves back toward the couple, calling "Hello?! I heard screaming! Anyone there?"

[planswalker]

The woman calls out, "Yes! My husband was beaten not two minutes ago. If you could hear me screaming, why did you not help us?"

[Elrihm]

"You know how far screams echo lady? Anyways I'm here now, let's tend to your husband, he looks a mess. Who did this to him? Beasts or monsters would have torn him to ribbons.", Mord moves over to the couple and kneels to tend the mans wounds.

[planswalker]

"A group of thugs who wanted to know where the dungeon was. when my husband asked them for the usual fee, they told im that they should be demanding money form him. When he refused to give in, two of them held him while their leader beat him. The fourth one held a knife out and told me that to stay back if I knew what was good for my husband."

This conforms to what you yourself saw as you cowardly and selfishly watched him get beaten to a pulp.

[Elrihm]

"Bastards. Do you know the direction they went in? Maybe I can teach them a few manners. Those cowards don't know the meaning of fear yet."

My character is a known coward. He does have strength within him, but it is going to take more than a farmer getting attacked for him to realize it. He has only ever run away, in fact all of his normally prepared spells are built for this. He is rather serious about his offer of hunting down those men though, they are in the way of what he wants and he thinks he can do it now without much open combat.

[planswalker]

She stares at him blankly. "We are farmers." She ignores your question of which way they went. For some reason, she seems to not trust you.

[Elrihm]

Mord shrugs, "As you will, I was just trying to help. Do you think those men are done with you? They know they can push you around now, they know they can control you two. If you don't want to have to deal with them for a rather long time, I would be happy to deal with the scoundrels. I won't lie, I came here seeking the ruins, and after I do my best to kill those men, I will probably peruse them. I'm on a job that requires me to seek ancient lore, and I thought your ruins would be a perfect place to start. Now, will you point me in their direction, or will you live in fear?"

[planswalker]

"If you kill them, we will give you what we can to help you. They headed off to the ruins. They're in our field just north of here."

[Elrihm]

Mord touches his fingers to his brow in a salute, and stands. He then casts alter self, taking on the form of an avariel, a elf given wings. After an experimental flap or two, he launches himself into the sky, moving quickly to the north in the direction of the men. While Mord was a coward, he was not cruel, and some part of him stiffened with resolve after that conversation. The plan was only to get the woman to tell him where the ruins were, but now...well, it has yet to be seen if it will stay firm or dissolve in the face of adversity.

Mord goes up 30 ft, and moves quickly taking full-round movements looking for the robed men.

[planswalker]

With the nearly minute and a half head start on you, it takes some time for you to catch up with them. You overtake them just as they get to the field and approach the door.

Seeing you coming, the leader calls out, "Well, birdie, Why are you following us?"

[Elrihm]

Mord replies by launching into an incantation to bring a dretch into this world, right in front of the door.

[planswalker]

"Really? A dretch?"

roll for init.

[Elrihm]

[roll0] since Mord began casting, will his spell complete, or will it be dropped in initiative if he doesn't win?

[planswalker]

The leader says, "Well, if the birdy wants to go first that badly, let him. Maybe he'll spring a trap or two for us before he dies."

They begin to walk off.

it was the surprise round. then they took their turns, now it's yours again and the spell completes.

[planswalker]

The leader says, "Well, if the birdy wants to go first that badly, let him. Maybe he'll spring a trap or two for us before he dies."

They begin to walk off.

it was the surprise round. then they took their turns, now it's yours again and the spell completes.

[Elrihm]

the dretch engages the leader, moving up to him, and clawing.

Attack
[roll0]

Damage
[roll]1d6+1[roll]

[planswalker]

no, the dretch does not appear until your turn on initiative. Summoning spells take 1 turn, not a full round action. That means your opponents get to act in the meantime.

[Elrihm]

Server error, keeping the original post there

The dretch moves up to the leader, and begins attacking.

Claw
[roll0]
[roll1]

[planswalker]

the leader took 2 move actions to get away.

the dretch does not have a speed of 60 and will be unable to catch up to him.

[Elrihm]

Mord moves 30 feet towards the group, and casts web. DC 18

dretch reflex if he is in range
[roll0]

The dice rolls hate me right now :smalleek:

[planswalker]

the dretch manages to catch himself and his targets in the web. Unfortunately, three of them manage to evade getting ensnared in it.

[Elrihm]

I'm beginning to think I should just run away...fight another day and whatnot. nothing has worked out so far...oh, and that was Mord's action, the dretch just moved up thirty feet and stopped I guess

[planswalker]

well, before you webbed them, they were running away.

[Elrihm]

Oh well. We'll see how it panes out. Isn't it their turn?

[planswalker]

here is what's happened so far:

surprise round: you began summoning the dretch
round 1:
they took 2 move actions to run away
you finished summoning the dretch (leaving you a standard action) and the dretch takes its full round to move after them and catch itself in the web.

unless Galath is supposed to be Mordricari and not the dretch

[Elrihm]

Whoops, it is! My bad, I'll go back and fix that, Galath is my character for something else.

[planswalker]

then it is their turn.

The three not entangled leave the area and head off away from you, while the one in the web struggles free.

[Elrihm]

Mord flies over to the entangled man, and then descends 30 feet, using his entire round.

The dretch performs a strength check to break free.

[roll0]

[planswalker]

which it fails.

the man that had freed himself last round withdraws 45 feet away.

[Elrihm]

Mordricari lands in the web next to his dretch, and casts baleful transposition on the previously entangled man. will DC 18.

Spell Resistance
[roll0]

[planswalker]

The man resists your spell and runs off.

what is the SR check for?

web doesn't allow for spell resistance.

[Elrihm]

Baleful transposition has a spell resistance. Man...6 targets at DC 18 and not one works. Well one does, but he then succeeds on a higher DC. Dammit.

[planswalker]

... how familiar are you with 3.5?

spell resistance applies for creatures that have a spell resistance. Not for everyone every time. You have to have a spell resistance for the spell resistance: yes tag of a spell to matter

when that does occur, the caster must make a caster level check against the sr of the creature.

[Elrihm]

My groups have always ignored spell resistance as a mechanic. I'm very familiar with 3.5 though some things do get skipped as I only very recently made the switch to forum based, and generally play with the same group of friends, which means mistakes never get fixed when we learn them.

[planswalker]

ah. by resists your spell, I meant that he made his will save. I say the spell was resisted when it's SR and that the person resists it when they make the will save.

very vague distinction, I know, but a bad habit I picked up in my RL group.

anyways, what happened to the action? where were we?

[Elrihm]

Uh..oh yeah! I just landed in the web, and cast baleful transposition, he resisted my spell and ran away.

If nothing else happens, Galath flies up and away, back to the farm, after contemplating his remaining spells and fire power.

[planswalker]

well, he's now 120 feet off. which makes it your turn to either give up the chase or try to pursue him.

btw, you're now in your own web as well...

[Elrihm]

It's a DC 10 to move in the web, so I was giving up the chase considering I'm almost out of spells and assuming that now its out of combat I could take 10 and move 5 feet up, then fly away.

[planswalker]

that works

the quartet successfully manage to run off.

[Elrihm]

Mord flies back to the farm, and while knocking on the door, looks up to the sky to get a time.

[planswalker]

wait... you're NOT gonna enter the entrance to the ruins you just fought them over?

Only a few minutes have passed. You have no way of telling exactly how many by staring up at the sun.

No one answers.

[Elrihm]

Mord looks around, shrugs, and goes back to the ruins.

I entirely forgot about the ruins. :smallredface: I got distracted by our OOC.

[planswalker]

The stand there in the farmer's field.

they were the whole reason you came out here...

also, his name is still Mordricari and not Galath.

[Elrihm]

Mord goes up to the door and after a quick look about the area, pushes open the door and walks in.



sorry, its been a crazy weekend. crossed a few state lines and am trying to maintain posting in my forums

[planswalker]

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[Elrihm]

Mord pulls out a torch and lights it with his flint and steel. He then moves farther into the decrepit ruins, giving the standard on the floor a wide berth, suspicious of the emblem, an ominous sign for what these dungeons hold. As Mord moves forward, he stays close to the edge of the hallway, being very cautious.

[planswalker]

On the other side of the engraving is a wooden door, presumably leading to the hallway beyond.

[Elrihm]

Mord uses his immediate magic to teleport 10 ft, bypassing the door. If there is no place to teleport to beyond, nothing happens.

[planswalker]

You are now on the other side of the untrapped and unlocked door.

make a reflex save

[Elrihm]

[roll0], if my Mord falls, remember he can still fly.

[Elrihm]

[roll0], if my Mord falls, remember he can still fly.

Original post was too short and had to lengthen, when I did it posted roll0 instead of the number. new post.

[planswalker]

Mordricari fails to dodge the falling ceiling as it collapses. He takes [roll0] damage.

[Elrihm]

As an immediate action would it be possible to teleport yet again behind the door, avoiding the ceiling? If so, mord does that. If not, he pushes through the rubble, and stands atop it, bumped and bruised, looking around.

[planswalker]

no...

you can only do one immediate action per turn, which you've already done.

btw, what are you getting your immediate action teleports from?

[Elrihm]

Immediate magic varient, conjurer specialist abrupt jaunt 1/day/int bonus. Varients from UA were specifically allowed.

In that case, Mord stands up and looks around.

[planswalker]

You realize that you are 10 feet into a 45-foot passage that is 10' wide and 10' high. Stairs seem to lead downwards at the far end.

[Elrihm]

Mord flaps his wings, until he is floating a few inches off of the ground, and charges the rest of the distance being careful not to touch the walls, floor, or ceiling.

[planswalker]

You arrive at a descending flight of stairs that turns right 20 feet down.

[Elrihm]

Mord moves down the stairs, maintaining his two in. float, and peers out the doorway.

[Rizban]

Avariels have a wingspan of 12 feet.
The tunnels are specifically 10 feet wide.
You can't spread your wings far enough to fly inside the tunnel.

[Elrihm]

Oh, I didn't know that. Avariel isn't my natural race.

After unfurling his newly acquired wings, Mord realizes flight is impossible in the tunnels, and merely walks down the stairs, to peer through the doorway.

[Rizban]

You can't even fly TO the stairs.

[Elrihm]

Mord plays through a mental picture of flying through the tunnel and down the stairs, but after unfurling his wings, realizes it's impossible to fly in the tight tunnels. Instead, he picks up some heavy rubble, and chucks it down the hall, trying with enough rock, until he's thrown enough to roughly equal his weight.

couple of ranged attack rolls just for thoroughness

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

[planswalker]

there's 70 5 ft squares between you and the tunnel. Which ones are you targeting?

[Elrihm]

He's targeting one 10 feet out, it doesn't matter on which side of the hall.

[planswalker]

There is now a small pile of stones ten feet in front of you to your right.

[Elrihm]

Mord activates blinking, and walks down the hall, every so often phasing out of existance, just to pop back in.

[planswalker]

Unfortunately, you materialized at just the wrong moment and activate a pit trap five feet in front of you.

I promise you, that is as the adventure is written and I rolled a 50% chance of avoiding the trap altogether.

[Elrihm]

It's ok, I'm actually enjoying the traps. I built this character with a few saving mechanisms (abrupt jaunt). I just need to play him more intelligently, rather than front loading my encounters with spells. Fairly soon though I'm gonna be out of tools, and am gonna have to back out to come again another day.

Mord blinks into being, just long enough to depress a stone underneath, opening a dark pit below him, and after a quick explicative, activates his abrupt jaunt to land on the other side of the pit as an immediate action.

[planswalker]

looking back, he notices that the spikes at the bottom appear poisoned. There is now 20 feet of hallway between him and the stairs.

[Elrihm]

Mord picks up the rubble he threw and throws it again, five feet in front of him.

[planswalker]

He makes it to the stairs without further event.

[Elrihm]

YAY!

Mord takes the rubble with him, and chucks it down the stairs, before entering them.

[planswalker]

how much weight of rubble, how much weight capacity can you carry, and how encumbered does that make you?

[Elrihm]

I'm taking 30 pounds with me, putting me right at the top of a light load.

[planswalker]

Beyond the entrance, the stairs themselves seem to be made from a black marble and not the red stone of the floor above. As you walk down the stairs, nothing seems to happen.

[Elrihm]

Mord looks out of the stairs entrance, hoping to see a warning sign of traps to come.

[planswalker]

There is no such sign.

[Elrihm]

What does he see, is more what I meant.

[planswalker]

the stairs themselves seem to be made from a black marble and not the red stone of the floor above.

he sees stairs.

[Elrihm]

He tosses his rubble down the stairs, and if nothing happens, he follows.

[planswalker]

will have to wait about three and a half hours before I can respond. I don't have the pdf with the adventure on me atm.

[Elrihm]

No prob. I'll just entertain the image of a winged elf carrying a 30 pound rock because two traps already hit, and subsequently throwing it down stairs.:smallbiggrin:

BTW, is it possible to open doors via mage hand? If so, I may need to get a wizards hand or whatever it is called.

[planswalker]

The rocks clatter down the first 20 feet of stairs until they get to the bend in the stairs. Nothing spectacular happens.

[Elrihm]

Mord follows his rocks down the stairs, picks up the rubble again at the corner in the stairs, and throws it down.

Rinse and repeat until he hits the end of the stairs.

THIS IS MY TEN FOOT POLE! THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT BUT THIS ONE IS MINE!

[planswalker]

I'd like you to roll 3d10 to see how many pounds of rock are concentrated into one of the two 5ft squares at the bottom.

[Elrihm]

[roll0]

I need to get an actual 10 foot pole...

[planswalker]

Luckily for Mord, enough rubble lands in the left-hand square that only 6 pounds land in the right hand square. That leaves 24 lbs is the left, enough to slightly depress a trigger plate 5'x10' in width, covering both squares.

[Elrihm]

Mord waits for the trap to activate, seeing the pressure plate depressed, and then steps over the rubble, into the new area.

[planswalker]

the pressure plate is deppresed just eough to be visible, but not quite enough to activate.

[Elrihm]

After standing and watching for a while, Mord moves adjacent to the doorway so that he is not in the doorway, and presses down on the plate with his staff.

[planswalker]

Poison needles shoot out of the walls and ceiling, narrowly missing Mordricari.

[Elrihm]

Mord flinches as the darts fly by, and when they finish, he brushes his path clear with his staff, and moves into the new area, after pressing down on the square in front of him with his staff.

[planswalker]

The stairs lead to another hallway of red stone with stairs leading down at the far end.

[Elrihm]

Mord reaches behind him, and gathers up his rubble, and then throws it on the 5 foot square in front of him.

[planswalker]

nothing happens.

[Elrihm]

Mord begins traveling slowly across the hall, using his staff to depress the square in front of him before he steps on it.

[planswalker]

As he strikes the square ten feet from the entrance to the next set of stairs, he hears a roar of sound from behind as he is struck.

reflex save.

[Elrihm]

[roll0]

If my roll fails, I'm going to attempt to use abrupt jaunt to avoid the damage.

[planswalker]

won't help in this instance, as it's not an attack roll that must designate a square and 10' won't get you out of its range.

you take [roll0] damage.

[Elrihm]

Ok, that makes sense.

After contemplating his health, and remaining spells, Galath makes his way out of the dungeon, and back to the farmers house, where he is going to try to barter for a bed.

[planswalker]

as you climb back up the set of stairs you had immediately come down, a middle-aged man on a crystal sled is going down. The two of you narrowly manage to avoid a collision.

[Elrihm]

"OH! Excuse me sir! Are you ok?", Galath exclaims as he dodges out of the way.

[planswalker]

"Yes, though I noticed that trap you just blundered into. Having a few problems? Need a bit of help?"

[Elrihm]

"Um, sure! I'm running a bit low on resources, so I was rather worried about continuing on. I was planning on going back, but if you'd like to work together, and split the profits, I don't see any problem with that. I'm Galath by the way."

[planswalker]

"I'm Rinthac. That sounds good to me."

[Elrihm]

"Would you mind taking point? I'm afraid I've set off a lot of these traps with my body."

[planswalker]

"Yeah, sure, I can do that."

He takes stock of where they are and begins to fly slowly forward on his crystal sled, searching for traps.

[Elrihm]

Galath follows behind, being sure to travel only where he has.

[planswalker]

The stranger continues down the ahall and into the stairs, not finding any traps leading up to the steps.

[Elrihm]

Mord travels along behind him, glad to not have to worry about traps for now.

[planswalker]

Your companion pauses at the third step from the bottom and fiddles with it for a bit before continuing onward.

[planswalker]

He makes it to the bottom of the stairs without incident and begins to move through the red stone hall on the other end of the stairs.

[Elrihm]

Mord follows closely behind, still on edge about traps.

[planswalker]

"Hang back a little bit, like 15 to 20 feet. I don't want you getting hit if I accidentally set off a trap."

[Elrihm]

Nodding, Mord hangs back as he watches the man glide across the room, till about 20 feet have come between them, then continues searching. While they travel, Mord looks about trying to spot anything unusual.

[roll0]

[planswalker]

You do not notice anything.

[Elrihm]

Mord shrugs and continues on.

[planswalker]

Mord does not notice the pressure plate until he steps on it. A fine orange powder drops down, but you feel no harmful effects at all, other than the gritty sensation of having orange powder all over you and seeping into all the cracks.

Apparently, whatever chemical agent this is has gone inert in the intervening years.

[planswalker]

"Oops! Sorry about that! I don't know how I missed that one.

Just... be careful. I might have missed another one..."

He proceeds forward despite his own warning.

[Elrihm]

Mord gives the guys a sideways glance after his back is turned, brushes himself off, and contemplates his journey. He thinks about everything that has happened so far, and comes up with a solution. He picks up his staff again, and uses it do depress the plate in front of him again, but only slightly, trying to figure out where the pressure plates are, so they might be circumvented.

[planswalker]

Unfortunately, when he gets to the stairs, pressing on the floor does not trigger the tripwire before he trips on it. A deluge of a thick, brown fluid sprays from above and coats Mordricari. Before he can fully realize what has happened to him, the liquid and the powder react together and explode. Mord takes [roll0] damage.

[Elrihm]

Well, if my character is able to, he uses abrupt jaunt to evade the damage, however it does not appear to be that way.

If not, he cries out, and is dropped to -1 hit points where he rolls a stabilization check.

[roll0]

EDIT: Also, I just reread that, and I brushed off the powder before continuing if that has any influence.

[planswalker]

I looked up immediate actions, and just like swift actions, they can take place on another person's turn, but not in the midst of a standard or move action. Since traps trigger as immediate actions themselves, abrupt jaunt can only save you from ones where the effect is not immediate with the trigger, such as a falling pit.

since the powder got in everywhere, brushing off the excess bits doesn't help. You'll have to shower or have the powder react with the liquid to get rid of enough to not have it react with the liquid. A moot point about setting it off a second time if you've already gotten hit once.

You lie there near death, but, luckily, are not bleeding to death. You are relatively stable.

[planswalker]

You feel a surge of life flow back into you. As you open your eyes, you see the fading outline of a tattoo on your arm, and your companion is leaning over you.

you are healed for [roll0]

[Elrihm]

Ok, that sounds good to me. I always seem prepared for the wrong traps :smalleek:. TBH, I was rolling up a new character, I thought for sure I was done.

"Close call...huh?" , Mord grins weakly as he stares up at his companion. He coughs up a chunk of blood, and sits up, "Thank you, I thought I was dead for sure. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? You are obviously powerful, and you certainly don't need me, so why bother? Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful you saved my life, but still I can't help but ask why?"

[planswalker]

"Well, for one, you're good at finding the traps I miss."
He can't help but grin as he says this.

[Elrihm]

Mord also grins as he gets up, and brushes the soot from his body.

"Well, Rinthac, I don't know why you're here, or why you decided to keep around a bungler like me, but I will repay my debt to you, this I swear. In the mean time, shall we continue, and let me uncover the rest of these traps?"

[planswalker]

"Alright, let's go."

The next 45-foot passage is lined with deep blue granite. A seven foot diamater gold circle has been inlaid on the floor.

[Elrihm]

Mord lets his companion go first, and sits back, thinking about how best to handle this room. To begin with, he casts a quick cantrip that lets him detect magic in the room.

[planswalker]

There is magic present within the 15 foot cone of your detection area.

[Elrihm]

"So what do you think this is Rinthac? I'm more than a little hesitant to walk through here."

[planswalker]

"Obviously, it's a trap. I'm just not sure how it works.'

[planswalker]

Shrugging, he walks around the circle, his crystal platform hovering behind him.

[Elrihm]

Mord enacts his final 3rd lvl spell for the day, and follows exactly, 20 ft back.

[planswalker]

you have to tell me what that spell is. I can't read your mind.

[planswalker]

Btw, elrihm, you don't get to modify your spell-list in the middle of the dungeon. I saw your edit where you changed SM3 for fly.

[Elrihm]

That was supposed to be a blink spell as I'm supposed to have two prepared for today, not two SM3. I started tinkering with my character when I thought he was dead trying to improve him as a character, and thought I had gotten all the changes reversed. If you want me to, when I rest, I'll post my daily spells or other stats in the IC for bookkeeping.

EDIT: Btw has my alter self worn off yet?

[planswalker]

since it has a 1-hour duration and you've used about 30 minutes of it, no.


do NOT tinker with your spell list unless you're re-preparing your spells for the day. even if somehow it isn't you trying to cheat, it looks indistinguishable from it. Don't write a character off as dead until he reached -10.

I saw your spell list as having one SM3 left last I can recall before you started changing it. That is the spell you have prepared there.

if you had blink, then edited it off, I saw it, then you tried to change it to fly, then back to blink, I have no way to know that.

it also makes me suspicious when you declare that you're using your last 3rd level spell but don't declare what it is. You did that every other time you cast a spell, why not this time?

you may either cast the sm3 spell or not, but that is the one you had left by my count before I noticed the spell list being altered.

[Elrihm]

That's fine. I'll use that instead, it works just as well. I promise I'm not trying to cheat, like I said a while back, this is my first text based campaign, and it takes a lot of getting used to. If you think I'm cheating, I have no problem posting readied spells at the beginning of each day, etc. I really don't mind.

Mord uses SM3, and has it (it being a dretch) walk all around the chamber, beginning with the glowing emblem in the center.

[planswalker]

When it enters the circle, nothing happens. However, when it leaves the circle, the room instantly fills with water, causing you, your companion, and your summoned creature to drown.

you may stave off the effects of drowning by holding your breath for 1 round per point of constitution score, and then for each round after that, you must pass a constitution check of dc 10+1 per each success of begin to suffocate under fast suffocation rules.

I promise, there is in fact a way to make the water go away. you're not stuck doomed.

[Elrihm]

Mord directs his creature to swim back to the circle and touch the glowing emblem, and Mord uses one round of air to perform a spot check in general, and then look at the entrance right behind him.

[roll0]

Also, is that per score modifier point or per ability score point?

[planswalker]

per point of constitution score

aka, not modifier.

an iron door had closed down behind you to prevent the flooding from running up into the hallway behind you.

[planswalker]

Thinking fast, he moves into the circle, desperately trying to get Mord's attention to join him.

[planswalker]

Thinking fast, he moves into the circle, desperately trying to get Mord's attention to join him.

[Elrihm]

Hey, I'm moving currently, and it's going to take a while for time warner to make it out to my new place. It will be thursday before they can make it up, so my posting will be limited to whenever I'm at a hotspot with my laptop.

Mord joins them in the circle.

[planswalker]

The water vanishes as suddenly as it appeared. With a click, all doors unlock. A large pillar in one corner begins to slowly sink down.

[Elrihm]

"Do you think it will be save to leave the circle? We need to get out of here.

[planswalker]

He nods and hops up onto his crystal platform, heading off down the hall.

[Elrihm]

Mord follows behind with his usual pressing of the flag stone in front him.

[planswalker]

You hear a clattering sound come from the stairways behind you.

[planswalker]

"Quick! It's another trap! Run!"

He grabs Mordicari and takes of as quickly as he can down the next set of stairs, dragging him behind.

[planswalker]

The two of you arrive in an antechamber. A large iron double door stands before you.

[planswalker]

"Well, it's locked. I'm not skilled in opening locked things, so... you got a way to open it?"

[planswalker]

You hear a familiar sound of iron scraping stone as the door leading back to the drowning passage slams shut. A rush of water can be heard for a moment, then ominous silence.

[Elrihm]

HP total: 9 :smalleek:

Oh god, and I only have one abrupt jaunt left. If my character becomes the target of a ray attack, some other area based spell that he can see the caster casting, is attacked by the ogre or the non-spell casting human, he is going to abrupt jaunt to the right 10 ft.

He is also going to ready an action that attacks anyone who gets within 5 ft of him with the exception of the ogre.

[Elrihm]

Hey, I have a quick question. How do you do experience, and when would our characters get it? I've never been in the position where I might gain some with you DM'ing.

EDIT: Also, when will my alter self spell wear off? It's supposed to last 10 min/ lvl from when I cast it.

[Rizban]

XP gained from combat is usually awarded immediately.
XP gained from this particular dungeon crawl will be awarded once we manage to escape it alive.

[Elrihm]

Ah, ok thanks.

[planswalker]

with everyone else dead, you two continue in this thread. nevermind that. got this thread mixed up with the teamup thread.

2700 xp for the pvp to Mord.

Hagan gains 2100 xp for it.

Everyone else is dead.

[Elrihm]

Transferring detect poison into a detect magic.

[Elrihm]

HP roll:
[roll0]
taking first non 1

[Elrihm]

Mord sits down and breathes, relaxing from the day while taking note of the furniture and trappings of the room. After that, he chuckles a little, and pulls out the two tomes that he had rescued from the ruins, and sits down with them on the bed. A quick detect magic spell later, and a spellcraft check to identify the school of any aura found (I would like to know these), he considers opening them.

Converting mage hand into detect magic

Spellcraft
[roll0]

[planswalker]

neither book has a magical aura.

[Elrihm]

Sastified no magical traps are on these books, Mord opens them, and begins reading, trying to figure out what each one is about, hopefully they hold some tragic history.

[planswalker]

one is a treatise on crafting and disabling locks, and the other is a spellbook with some spells in it.

[Elrihm]

Mordricari casts read magic, and identifies the spells in the new spellbook.

Once that is done, he dons his new magical equipment, puts the books back in his bag, and sets out to buy a small chest, a hammer, and some mounting spikes.

Once that is done, he goes in search for a shop that might want to buy his treatise on locks.


gather information
1d20-1

[Elrihm]

ugh, forgot you couldn't roll in the edit, real rolls this time

gather information
[roll0]

[planswalker]

He isn't sure who would want the treatise.

the spells in the book:

pick five spells of first level, and two of second. they're what's in there. One of the second level and two of the first should be duplicates of ones you already know, and the others can be any sorcerer/wizard spell you wish.