CELTRICIA- Steel Isle Online Dungeon crawl

[LordVreeg]

Sadness...but we understand.  Work is work

[LordVreeg]

Session Start: Thu Aug 26 20:31:52 2010

  3 am, fog and night, with the light of the lanterns the cultists had playing over the dead bodies, as well as the dying Ball of Fire from Rampan's spell.  Both small moons look down through the fog.

Stormhammer take a lantern.  It is made of Brass and circular.
Simon's face plays in the flickering lights.  

 Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin stares down at Simon's corpse. One could almost swear they hear his lips moving

"Erg", says Hamish_Haldane.  " This did not go as well as one could have hoped."
Stormhammer looks to Hamish.  " with due respect to our friend Simon, these were death cultists, yes?"

the fog rolls over the pile of red, gutted corpses, body parts and blood everywhere.  Simon's head stares at no one.
Stormhammer looks down suspiciously at the bodies

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, " We must return him to his brothers of the boneyard. It is what he would want. "
"Cultists of the Dark Way, indeed, and foul", says Rampan
" Should we return the body to the Knights? , says Hamish_Haldane.  "And Before or after we go to Vexchian?"
Wurnick says, " It is what he'd want."

" And these men? "Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin waves his Shamsheer at the prisoners.

Hamish_Haldane nods to Max.  " I think we should strike while the iron is hot. If we wait they will know we're comming. The leader escaped!"
wurnick, " AS long as it is done, his faith, if any, should protect him"

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, "We will give them over to the pilums."
'I think, says Hamish slowly, 'One for the Gurelliums, and one to Chorbit should suffice.'
* Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin looks at Hamish uncomprehendingly
Wurnick nods, "Aye!  I agree"

Stormhammer kicks at a body, then quickly shuffles back away... just in case.  It has no arm and the head is mashed in.  The two survivors are quaking in fear, tied by Cameleye.  Their incredibly intricate Lamellar, complete with Mantis helms and insect motif, is on the ground.
Hamish_Haldane looks at Max.   'We will give one of the survivors to Chorbit. And one will go to the Gurelliums. Yes'

'Neither of them are the arbiters of the city's justice, ' Says proud Max as he shakes his head. 'That would not be right. I can not countenance such an action, Hamish. '
Wurnick checks the knots made by Cameleye.

Hamish_Haldane holds up a hand.  ' What have these arbiters of justice done about the death cultists to begin with? Nothing!    At least Chorbit will do something, if only to protect his investment.'

Stormhammer draws his sword toward one of the two cultists, as Wurnick continues his inspection.  'Tell me, do your friends plan on staying dead? or should we expect more fight from them?'

Cameleye appears behind Max, " Hamish, you wish to make our way south now, before this priest can make an alarum?"
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin looks out over the fog from the bridge.  Something flaps noisily in the night above them, and more normal night sounds are returning.  'It does not mean that we too can ignore what is right. The men must be judged fairly.'

Hamish_Haldane looks over at Cameleye, as the little hobyt nearly disappears in the gloom.   'Yes Brother Cameleye. We should go now.' Hamish looks back over at Martial Max.  'Judged? What they know is more important than judgement.'
Cameleye moves to the piles of armor and arms, where Carmen is already poking around.  "Shall we take the lamellar at least, from these 2?"

Hamish_Haldane nods  ' Yes, yes. Feel free to round up all the loot, Cameleye.'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin crosses his hands.  'South? We can not go south. We must return to the city. I will not have Simon rot. '  Stormhammer nods in agreement with Max.
* Hamish_Haldane pauses as if in thought.  He looks out over the strange, black moors, lit by lantern, obscured by shifting fogs.  'The witches'¦', he says, 'The crones can hold them. And they will stop Simon from rotting.'

Wurnick says, " ...Aye.... Loyal Simon..."
Hamish_Haldane nods.  ' This way we can continue to the ruins before the leader alerts the cultists..'

Carmen_Ondradet does a double take.   'Crones?  you mean'¦?'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin's face seems troubled.   'I.. I suppose. Though I do not know that I trust them with the safety of our prisoners..'
Hamish_Haldane looks over to Carmenn and Stormhammer.  'Two ancient Omwo~ witches, powerful in Animist lore. They have taught me some little of their ways.'
Cameleye nods to Hamish, " alright.  I can be persuaded."

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin slowly nods.  ' We will have to extract a binding promise from them. '
Stormhammer looks over from where he and Carmen sift through the bodies on this bridge, an island in an ocean of sinuous fog.   'Hamish, Max, you have experience with these cultists, yes?'  Stormhammer continues to eye the bodies
Hamish_Haldane nods slightly.   'More than I would like, friend Stormhammer.  We've killed scores of them.'  Wurnick nods at Hamish.

Stormhammer looks back at the bodies. ''¦and you're certain we're safe from their dead?'
Hamish_Haldane nods.   'I believe so, all the undead we found in the ruins are ancient. Much older than the current incarnation of the Death Cult.'
 
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, 'They do not self-animate, if that is what you fear, Stormhammer. '

Hamish_Haldane says, ' That being said, Rampan can probably burn their corpses to be same.'  Rampan the Red's eyes light up.
Carmen_Ondradet is still thoughtful.   'I thought the witches were just legends... interesting stories and nothing more'¦'

Hamish_Haldane starts helping stripping dead cultists and piling their bodies.
Stormhammer nods to Hamish and Rampan 'I feel that might be the best solution'
 Rampan pulls out a satchel.   " I can find a way, a way fire, and oil, ancient rites and fleeting souls..."

Stormhammer nods at the strange Hobyt.   'if nothing else, it would allow me easier rest.'

Carmen_Ondradet chews her thumb.  'so they are real then? These prophecying crones'¦?'
Hamish_Haldane laughs a little, the sound muffed weirdly in the mists if the Moorish morning. 'Ah Carmen, you'll see your share of legends. We saw a great winged lizard on our last journey.
'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin  says, 'Indeed. We have had the'¦ great pleasure'¦ of meeting them twice.'

Hamish_Haldane nods and smiles.   'Quite real, they've taught me some of their lore'

Wurnick seems to be impressed, as Stormhammer resheathes his sword.  Rampan is humming as he gets something out of his satchel. It has been about a quarter hour since the cultists were first sighted.

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, ' Shall we rest before seeking the witches on the morrow, then?'
Hamish_Haldane nods and cleans his weapon. 'Alright, once we burn the bodies and load up the loot and poor Simon's body we can continue.'
Rampan. Is humming to himself.  " there is some looting here..."  Stormhammer perks up slightly at the word "loot", his fear dissolving now that the bodies will be burned


 'Can you continue a bit Max?', asks Hamish.  'I think it would be wiser to rest far from this place.'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin shrugs.  Even that motion looks athletic on Max's muscular frame. 'If that is your wish.. yes, I could manage.'
Cameleye nods to Hamish, " Aye, away from the dead."
Stormhammer, 'agreed.'

Rampan rhymes brokenly to himself, " A blaze, Red God's maze, Burn and twisting flame I gauge..."

Hamish_Haldane says, ' Let us get to work then.'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin watches the others stack the bodies.
Carmen notices that Stormhammer seems to be missing beltpouches and obvious stuff in his searching.

The group finds 484 silver children
129 goodwives
51 horn

Stormhammer swears as he sees Carmen redoing his work.   'oh, by the coins of Oblimet...'
Carmen_Ondradet unstrings her bow, carefully placing the string in a pouch
They also find that there are 9 leather cords with silver skull pendants...a silver main gauche with electrum tracery and15 old golden hexagonal coins.

and it is Half past third hour as the fog continues to roll over the bridge.
Stormhammer notices the pendants.   'Hamish, the scores you say you've slain... did they each have these?'

Wurnick is nodding as he absently loots them
Rampan is already dousing the bodies in oil

Hamish_Haldane nods as well.  ' Aye, the pendants are a common theme.'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says., ' To a man. Yes, it is their sigil.'
Stormhammer picks one up and examines it

Hamish_Haldane says, ' We have a bunch', as he shows Stormhammer his cache of 5.  I also looted this golden ring from one of their priests.' He points to his golden fanged ring.
Stormhammer nods thoughtfully.  'Should we need it, could these help allow stealth amongst their ranks?'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin smiles a grim smile.  ' I fear not, Stormhammer. I would say that by now. they know us on sight.'
'aye, it was a thought...', says StormHammer

Hamish_Haldane frowns.   'I would rather slay them than pretend to be them. People who use necromantic magic should be killed.'

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin looks over at the Red-robed mage standing over the pile of corpses.   'Rampan, are you going to dispose of the cultists, or must we stand here all night?' Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin leans on his shamsheer

 'Given the choice, Max, yes, but one never knows what lies ahead', says Stormhammer.
Rampan sends an ember onto the body pile, and a huge *FOOOSHHH* goes into the night, as the flames go 10' in the air, cutting through the gloom and fog.
Stormhammer covers his nose and watches the flames.

Wurnick unstrings his bow. " Which way shall we travel, Hamish?"

" South, " Says resolute Hamish.  And that magic itself should not even be used..  Hopefully the witches will find us. If not I will have a trick to find them in the morning."
Then the group goes over the bridge, through the night and fog.  Stormhammer has a shiny Brass Lantern.  It lights a large area, though the fog swallows the light hungrily
.
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin is still thinking about the necromancers.  " What of those who shrive the spirits of the departed? Surely you do not oppose such."

Carmen_Ondradet walks alongside wurnik still feeling most comfortable around him.  Wurnick seems lost in thought.
Hamish_Haldane shakes his head with vehemence.  " It is magic that should not be used. "
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin mulls this over.  He and Hamish have been through a lot. together." ...I see."
Hamish_Haldane waves his arms as the explorers. move south   "FIrst people use it only to shrive the spirit. Then they only have a reanimated animal.... Then they start using corpses of things that talked!  The magic is corrupting. It is best left untouched!!"
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, " If such are your thoughts.. I will not try to dissuade you from them. Though I cannot agree."

Red Rampan deadpans. , " One cannot corrupt the Sacred Fire, the uncorruptable, or the permananently
the night closes in, and the fog deepens by fourth hour,  a little red limning can be seen on the horizon

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin sudden;y turns, narrowing his eyes. He thrusts the lantern into the darkness.
" Who goes there?", Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin calls out
 Wurnick grabs his bow, stringing it at the sound of Alarm from Max.
''¦He is gone.'   Says Max as he scans the Moor to the East of the trail.

Rampan wakes slightly'¦he had been nearly asleep on his feet.
' We are watched. By who.. I cannot say.', says Max as he continues to peer out at the Fog banks that surround the explorers.  'Be on your guard.'

Wurnick Woundhealer scans with his friend'¦, " Max, my friend...what stalks us?"

Stormhammer looks around nervously, as Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin shakes his head slowly
Carmen_Ondradet yawns.  The Red Hobyt is still sleepy.  " Huh?  What?", he says.
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, 'Keep your wits about you, friend Rampan..  We may have need of you yet.'

Wurnick has an arrow nocked, " Max, what are you worried about.  You spook me."
Hamish_Haldane stops with the rest of the group.  ' Perhaps we should just sleep for a little while?'

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin passes a hand over his eyes.  'There was a figure, in the distance.'
Hamish_Haldane puts ahand on Max's shoulder.  ' Probably one of the witches minions. '
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, ' He vanished as I called out.'

Cameleye comes out from behind a tree, 20' away..." I saw nothing.  Where was he?"
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin points.  'Near 100 hundred paces away.'
Stormhammer continues to turn and shoot nervous glances over his shoulder
[note=music]Vreeg_GM> (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3w2OCylUTU&feature=related  sountrack..play this)
 [21:26] <Stormhammer> ooc: ok, now that music is making ME shoot nervous glances over my shoulder..[/note]

"Well, Nothing now.', says Cameley with certainly, despite the deep fog.

'I think perhaps you should sleep friend Max.', says Hamish_Haldane.  ' This is most likely another one of your mist ghosts.'
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin draws his hand down his face  'Yes perhaps.. perhaps I should.  Simon's death has shaken me.'

Wurnick, kicks an old stone on the path, " Do we rest here..?'
Hamish_Haldane nods to the Orcash Healer/bowyer.  'Aye. Let us sleep here, unless anyone can think of a close place that would be better?'

Stormhammer nods sleepily, ' rest. rest is good.'  He realizes the explorers have been run ragged.
Wurnick looks through the deep, red tinged fog.  " What watches, Hamish?"

Hamish_Haldane  looks around, his gaze trying to pierce ' I will take first watch. 'Rampan is already snoring.  'Let me sleep in a little as well please. The fight was quite draining.'

* Stormhammer lays down, fidgeting with the pendant, contemplating the night

Wurnick smiles to Hamish as he layes himself on a blanket..  " Aye,  Wake me for second watch."
Carmen_Ondradet sits up against an old twisted tree, poking at a rock with an iron shod staff
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, ' ...Rest. I must rest.'  Heeyes the prisoners'¦'Do not go running off. Who knows what lurks in the fog?'  They are already asleep.

Carmen_Ondradet nods off after a few minutes, mouth wide and eliciting a sound akin to a sawmill.
Hamish_Haldane yawns as he settles into his watch

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin curls up, unsettled. Still, he manages to sleep.  A few minutes later, he twitches in his sleep, troubled by dark dreams.

Stormhammer tosses and turns also.  The night closes in around Hamish, the fog tendrils lit with a tiny bit of red, the sign that Red Gerin is an hour away from rising.  Naught happens except the fog around Hamish, though the normal night noise are clear...Gerin continues making his way to the horizon.

Hamish_Haldane wakes Wurnick for the second watch, and falls quickly into a deep slumber,  He tosses and turns on his small patch of ground.  
Wurnick wakes Stormhammer at 7am.  Red Gerin is high and Tribin is also above the horizon.
Stormhammer awakes, rubbing his sore ankle.  He pulls back his hand, noticing some dried blood.  Wurnick looks over to him.

Cameleye is also awake  " Storm, did you hurt yourself?"
Stormhammer looks up'¦'oddly, no.'

Cameleye, " Good.'
Stormhammer  continues, ''¦ and yet, my ankle has been cut...tell me, how did you sleep? your dreams, if you had any?'

Cameleye looks trouble, as he stares out at the suns," I had ...disturbing...strange dreams."  The three sit together quietly, trying to soak in some heat from the rising suns, as the mist rises from the moors.   Wurnick tends a small blaze.

At 8 am, Wurnick wakes Hamish.   He notes Hamish is covered in sweat
'This was not... a peaceful night', says Hamish as he slowly rises to a seated position.

Stormhammer  Moves closer to Hamish.  'Please, share... I imagine this might be more than just a restless night.'

Wurnick has made kaffee. He hands Hamish a travel mug, made of Steel.  Hamish seems to appreciate the hot liquid.
 
Carmen_Ondradet yawns and stretches, waking up refreshed.  She stands up and...*crack*
''¦ugh shouldn't have slept with my back to a tree.'

 " Aye", says Rampan from under his Red-Brown Blanket.

'Hamish, sour dreams for you, as well?', asks Stormhammer.

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin shakes his head and looks out.  ' The mist does not give up all her secrets, Hamish. Do not be so quick to mock.'

Hamish_Haldane huddles over his cup of kaffee.  'Sour would be putting it lightly. I hope I never have another dream like that.'  His face is whitened and drawn.
Carmen_Ondradet is looking to see what Wurnick has cooked.

Wurnick notes the youngster looking over his shoulder  " I have bacon and Bagels.  Both coming up!"

Stormhammer is still sitting next to Hamish.  ' ones you won't forget soon? please, share them'
' I'd... I'd rather not speak of it., ' says Hamish_Haldane.  ' Best to forget it. As quickly as possible.'

Carmen_Ondradet looks at Hamish oddly.  Cameleye looks thoughtful.  Rampan grabs 3 bagels and eats noisily.

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin throws two bagels to the prisoners absently
Stormhammer says, ' Hamish... you weren't alone. Cameleye talked of bad dreams as well, and as for me...'

Hamish_Haldane gives the other two a hooded look, as Stormhammer reveals the gash on his ankle
Stormhammer says, ' I dreamt of being dragged'  Cameleye notes the deep gash with amazement.
Hamish_Haldane shakes his head.  ' My dreams we not quite so benign.'
Cameleye looks at Stormhammer,   " I too.  Many dreams, but always, under tables, chairs, beds...hands on me'

 Carmen_Ondradet stuffs a bagel in her mouth and moves over to look at the gash

 Stormhammer stares at nothing, seeing things in his head'¦' dreams... I fear they were something more.'   He looks at Cameleye.  'all of them different, but ending the same?'
Carmen_Ondradet looks at stormhammer oddly, then stands up to stretch again.

Hamish_Haldane  looks up at Stormhammer.  ' If you must know, I dreamt of Simon. He was protecting me, as he must have in the battle, and then his face exploded.'  Wurnick's eyes go wide.

Rampan nods unconcernedly, " They have power over all of us.  I gave into mine decades ago..."

Carmen_Ondradet walks over to the prisoners and kicks one in the side.  'eat up or I'll eat it for you'

Hamish_Haldane lifts a hand to his head.  'My dream ended with the leader standing over Simon's dead body.'

Carmen_Ondradet starts wolfing down her bagel  Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin stands up
The prisoner falls over, as Carmen nudges him again.
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin shakes a hand.  'Do not treat them harshly, Carmen. '
" I didn't do it", says Carmen as she backs up.  Carmen_Ondradet cautiously approaches and pushes the other prisoner on the shoulder

Stormhammer looks at Hamish questioningly.  " the leader? you mean, his mask? or did you see a face?"

" His mask.," says Hamish.  He eats his bacon slowly

Carmen_Ondradet says, " hey wake up" as she reaches over at the other prisoner.
Hamish_Haldane looks down at his Kaffee.  " That cursed golden mask..."
Stormhammer nods.  " it was a face that I saw"
 
A little cry erupts from the other side of the camp.  "They're... dead...", says Carmen_Ondradet.  " both of them."

Stormhammer looks over at the cultists
 Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, " What? Impossible."
" aye", says Stormhammer. as Carmen_Ondradet pokes at the unmoving cultist
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin says, " There is not a mark on them."
'WHAT!!! "says Wurnick?

Stormhammer says, " seems they dreamed of more than being dragged..."

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin rushes over, examining them
Hamish_Haldane puts his head in his hands.

Carmen_Ondradet is still holding her hands out in front of her.  " I swear by vernidale's underpants that I had nothing to do with this."
" Of course they're dead. ", says Hamish.

All can see an eye socket open now, on the one laying down, empty, a bloody hole, and no breath...

Stormhammer takes a step back.  " it's their leader. it must be. and he caused the dreams, as well."

Carmen_Ondradet backs up... then rethinking things approaches and grabs their bagels before backing up again

She stuffs a hunk of bagel in her mouth and chews thoughtfully
Hamish_Haldane says, " I am not well enough to try out my new trick for finding the witches."
Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin seems pained.   " ..But we must find them, Hamish."
Hamish_Haldane glares at Max

Wurnick, says,  " Aye.  Simon deserves no less."
Hamish_Haldane's glare moves ro Wurnick.  " I am well aware."
* Carmen_Ondradet finally goes over and plops down next to wurnik

Cameleye asks,  " Do we carry this body on the donkey all the way>?"
Carmen_Ondradet grabs some bacon

Stormhammer cautiously walks up to examine the bodies closer

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin seems irritated.  " Are you volunteering, Cameleye?"
Hamish_Haldane makes a small groan.  " I am going to get some more sleep. Wake me an hour after noon.  We can continue to search then."

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin stirs the fire as Hamish_Haldane returns to try and get some rest.
Cameleye,  looks at Max  " If needs be.  The donkey has 2 suits of armor on him, money, and a body.  Not much more he can carry."

Maximillian_VHV_Carchedin seems to consider the Hobyt priest of Darkling.  "If you can manage, then. If not, we will carry him between us. I will not leave Simon."

[Llum]

So I just realized that tomorrow night is my buddys last night in town before he moves away. Looks like we might end up doing something, so I might not be able to make it or have to leave early.

[LordVreeg]

So I just realized that tomorrow night is my buddys last night in town before he moves away. Looks like we might end up doing something, so I might not be able to make it or have to leave early.

Well, Nom already said he can't make it, so let's call it off for this week, and come back strong next week.  I DO have time this Sunday night, BTW.

[LordVreeg]

"I will read the links,tutorial and check out the IRC/Chargen. Next Thurs. should find me ready to throw it down!
I will message here (RPGsight) with questions?
cheers.
"

Skofflox will be joining us next Thur, so I will bribe him and Llum will cajole him into making a front rank fighter .  We hope.

[LordVreeg]

I have officially created way too many familar summoning charts.
They have sub charts.  
Llum, please don't roll up an Argussian Stag.

[Llum]

Would be interesting to say the least.

*Cast Summon Thunderbird*, gets a deer?

[Nomadic]

Would be interesting to say the least.

*Cast Summon Thunderbird*, gets a deer?

And it wants revenge because you killed its father.

[LordVreeg]

Would be interesting to say the least.

*Cast Summon Thunderbird*, gets a deer?

And it wants revenge because you killed its father.

Yeah.
I admit, even I don't have charts for that...but therfe is a roll to see if the thing LIKES you.

[Nomadic]

I admit, even I don't have charts for that...

MAKE ONE!

[LordVreeg]

I admit, even I don't have charts for that...

MAKE ONE!

Maybe I will..
Possible efffects of summonning a familiar...
I need more familiar spells.

[Llum]

I admit, even I don't have charts for that...

MAKE ONE!

Maybe I will..
Possible efffects of summonning a familiar...
I need more familiar spells.

Need more people who use familiars...

[LordVreeg]

i'M JUST SAYIN'....

It is wierd.  One of the few spell point reducers that you can stack with magio, and no one takes advantage.

[LordVreeg]

Isomage's new character creation roller?  Amazing
!!gs is the command in IRC
I am, as always, flattered.

[isomage]

Isomage's new character creation roller?  Amazing

Amusingly, about one in a thousand characters is an Ograk with a donkey.