Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[killerhellhound]

I can wait

[Harry Baldman]

Next to an abandoned chest of wonder...

Tom tries to feed Squishy with the metal-like arm the chest dude left behind.

[Squishy digestive system roll: 3]

It doesn't seem to want it, expelling the limb after letting it spend a few moments inside its slimy body. Picky eater, Tom supposes. No matter. After all, there does seem to be a full chest of what might not be worthless junk just lying there unattended! Tom rushes up to it and tries to open it!

[Chest security roll: 3]

It seems to be locked. Not a particularly complex lock, but complex enough.


Inside a temple of Velusius...

Luke tries to question the pews some more!

"How's it feel to be made of bones, I'm a wood man myself."

"I'm made of wood, you know. They just made it look like bones. It makes me feel inadequate, to tell the truth. Like I'm second best."

"Anyways, you seen some mate with a demon summoning book around here anywhere?"

"Uh, no. Not lately. Maybe he's around. I don't know. I'm a pew, you know."


Next to a surprisingly resilient gardener...

Vincent tries to smash the gardener once and for all!

[Vincent vs. Gardener: 5+1 vs. 4-1]

He smashes the gardener in his more vulnerable spots, breaking his joints into tiny pieces and destroying his legs entirely! However, as he does so, the glow around him transfers to Vincent's staff!

[Glow effects roll: 4]

The staff briefly trembles, but nothing else happens. Uh... good?

[Gardener endurance roll: 2]

Yeah, the gardener seems to be beaten into the ground. It's difficult to say whether he's really dead, but he sure seems like it.


Next to three totally magical dudes...

Yorinnsud considers his situation, then brings up the name of his goddess!

[Relevant god roll: 2]

Yeah, Zarakhiyis, the Maiden of Many Hands! What's up with her these days?

"Gerze-zu-ezkil? Gerze-Zarakhiyis?" ("What you say? What Zarakhiyis?")

[Gamerlord]

"The most holy goddess of my people. In fact, I must ask where her nearest temple is, I have not been able to pray to her in quite a while."

[Harry Baldman]

Next to the Mighty Magical Committee of Dudes...

Yorinnsud, despite getting a distinct vibe of ignorance and heresy from this lot, opts not to kill them violently for some reason. Instead, more questions. He explains that Zarakhiyis is the most holy goddess of his people, the queen of their pantheon. He then inquires about any temples to her in the vicinity.

[Magical Committee of Dudes intelligence roll: ?]

"Wait, many hands? Is that... hm... zu-ezkil, Zarakhiyis-khorzi-kazok? Khorzi-zu-pozok? Khorzi-akhizpo-lazit?" ("You say, Zarakhiyis likes take tribute? Likes you give tribute? Likes dishonorable tricks?")

Yorinnsud replies that there is no such thing as a dishonorable trick. The linguist then speaks to his comrades, his face lit up with excitement. Looks like he recognized something.

"Afarekhzim-Zarakhiyis. Izivikuz. Akhaitris-poleztikh." ("No temples Zarakhiyis. Apology. No worshippers anywhere.")

[Gamerlord]

"What."

[anailater]

"Well I think your very good pews, ladies would be lucky to have you, goodbye for now friends."
Travel deeper into the chapel.

[Harry Baldman]

Next to the Mighty Magical Committee of Dudes...

Yorinnsud, shocked by the magical dude's remark, responds with a simple "Geruz." ("What." with a subtle nuance of disappointment and possibly shock, depending on the context and speaker.)

The dudes look worried.

"Zu-pazartekh! Apazartekh! Zarakhiyis-par-ayaza, Zarakhiyis-wezkhar-aketzakh. Zarakhiyis-kharamzitan." ("You worry! No worry! Zarakhiyis not made dead, Zarakhiyis merely not god. Zarakhiyis hell-creature.")

Yep, definitely heresy here.


In a temple of Velusius...

Luke flatters the pews and moves on further on inside the temple.

[Exploration roll: 3]

The first floor seems to feature the main prayer hall, the priest quarters and a few rooms of uncertain purpose. None look particularly full of either valuables or people.

[anailater]

Look for a basement, suddenly turn into a main character of a choose your own adventure game

[Harry Baldman]

In a temple of Velusius...

Luke, suddenly aware of the complex, choice-saturated world he lives in, decides to exercise his frequently suspended right to make his own decisions and look for a basement of some kind. It is, after all, the likeliest place for a mage to hide in.

[Search roll: 4]

After noticing a faint depression on one of the walls of the first floor, he gets the bright idea to go on and push it. Unsurprisingly enough, it turns out to be some kind of secret switch to open a nearby wall. Before him now lies a dark tunnel below, and he feels that this may be a pivotal moment of some kind. After all, he can:

• Explore the basement like the true adventurer he is.
• Ignore the now-open secret door and explore somewhere less dark and horrible.
• Don't explore at all and just find somebody to kill. That always makes him feel better.
• Run like a coward.
• Run like a coward and set fire to the temple on the way out.
• Go back and hit on a female table, then run like a coward.

The choices are endless!

[anailater]

(( A table! I would never betray my true love. ))
"Fire seems good right now, but I must protect the pew."
Find a wall trick or a lit candle stick, travel to the underground area.

[Onyxjew944]

'I hope this chest has a dangerous magical lockpicking kit. That would be ridiculously useful.'

Unlock the chest.

[Gamerlord]

"Heresy."

Attack and brutally murder them, then sacrifice them in the name of Zarakhiyis, the Maiden of Many Hands.

[killerhellhound]

When he starts killing them use my halberd to swing around and lop off some heads

[Harry Baldman]

Inside a temple of Velusius...

Luke, feeling sure that he probably can't see in the dark, tries to find a handy light source!

[Search roll: 5]

As luck would have it, there seems to be a cupboard nearby containing a glowing skull of some kind. Aside from all the normal skull features, it seems to have some kind of knob on the back. Anyway, it's glowing, so it's good enough for him. He then goes down the dangerous-looking tunnel to parts unknown.

Going down the stairs, he finds a room with six different passages leading away in different directions.


Next to a chest of wonder...

Tom psyches himself up for some lockpicking! It is, after all, one of the many things aside from horrible murder he does well. He sits down next to the chest and gets to work with those deft, bony fingers of his.

[Lockpicking roll: 1]

After failing to get it open on the first try, Tom loses his patience and kicks the chest in misdirected rage! How dare it not bow to his superior skill and expertise! This lock is stupid! If he had eyes, the sun would have been in them.

The result of the kick is that two loud clicks come from inside the chest.

[Perception roll: ?]

Tom gets the sneaking suspicion that the chest might explode. Like, about ten seconds from now. Crap.


Next to the Mighty Magical Committee...

Yorinnsud feels a familiar sensation from the old days - these people are heretics. Heretics must die. Ergo, these people, helpful though they might have been, must also die.

[Yorinnsud vs. Magical Linguist: 1+1 vs. 5-1]

He lunges right past the magical linguist and right at a nearby wall! Well, that sure is embarrassing.

[Magical Dudes reaction roll: 6]

"Guys, I think he just tried to kill us!"

"You sure? I think he might be trying to kill the wall instead."

"How about we kill him just to be sure?"

"Sounds good to me, I suppose. Let's do it."

[Magical Magma-ist magic roll: 2]
[Magical Linguist magic roll: 3]
[Magical Kineticist magic roll: 5]

Yorinnsud feels himself get picked up and gets the faint urge to curl up in a ball!

[Yorinnsud will roll: 2]

He figures he'll do it, sure. What's the worst that could happen?

He gets his answer when he is suddenly launched into the heavens!

[Flight roll: 3+1]

He flies fast and he flies far, landing on the opposite side of town!

[Landing roll: 4-1]

He uncurls at the last moment, landing on his legs and breaking them! He looks over at Mark! Are they legless buddies or what now?

[Gamerlord]

((Oh come on!))

Splint legs with whatever is at hand.