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Gundrabu resists.
“Stop, you savage! Have you not eyes? Or even curiosity? Look! Look there! What do you see in the pit?”
Distracted, now, from his observations, Gundrabu gets a firmer hold on the Coils of the Kraken. He cautiously regains his vantage at the edge of the pit, peering over, using the raised portion as partial cover for his study of whatever might be happening below.
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Tillak blanches.
"This is not like the magic of my own making. There is something foul, here."
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SullyB74 wrote:
Tillak blanches.
"This is not like the magic of my own making. There is something foul, here."
Tillack tightens his grip, but nothing emerges on his two companions at the fount, nor a sound.
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Kondor follows Gundrabu's gaze. "I see nothing, Gundrabu. If we don't get my helm, then whatever you're seeing may overwhelm us. We need to keep moving."
Kondor looks at the rest of the room, seeking another doorway - hoping there's one that would allow them to move on from here, to reclaim his helm.
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Kondor follows Gundrabu's gaze. "I see nothing, Gundrabu. If we don't get my helm, then whatever you're seeing may overwhelm us. We need to keep moving."
Kondor looks at the rest of the room, seeking another doorway - hoping there's one that would allow them to move on from here, to reclaim his helm.
Oh, but Kondor does see something.....
Kondor too looks within the fount, down at the horrid figure stretched taut by limbs to anchors in the fount's stone walls. The head hangs backward, its weight tilting back toward the dark drop below, The neckbone bent so violently that the deep vocal cords press up visibly at the dried skin covering them.
Kondor blinks and stares, certain for a split second he caught a pulse. But scrutiny keeps him waiting for another.
If this is some eldritch magic, he thinks, then only this strange new warlock might be able to detect it...
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Ooc: If the strange new warlock is me, I don't have "detect magic" prepared. I can perform a "sorcery check" to see if there is arcane magic about, I guess.
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SullyB74 wrote:
Ooc: If the strange new warlock is me, I don't have "detect magic" prepared. I can perform a "sorcery check" to see if there is arcane magic about, I guess.
There isnt really a sorcery check although the barbarian has a sense sorcery ability.
But Tillak is familiar with some basic magical writing and symbols.
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Tillak moves to a spot where he can peer into the pit. He studies the area, looking for any signs of arcana or spell craft.
[Should I make a check?]
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Tillak cautiously approaches the fount to join the other two men in staring down into its abyss. He like them, sees the figure below chained and hanging over the unknown depth to darkness.
When the corpse's eyelids flick open, its dried sunken eyes seer into your souls! And in the same instant the eyes close!
All stumble back, shocked by the moment! And then look to each other to see if he has indeed witnessed what the other has...in the strange white dull hue issuing from the fount.
Each is coated in dust and cobwebs, your beards hanging 4 feet near the floor and hair down your back! Tillak's rusted over war pick rests in his hand grown foot long curved nails! Kondor's dusted covered leather boots are punctured through their ends by foot long coiled nailclaws scratching into the waxed floor!
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[Dude!!!😅😅😅😅]
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Gundrabu tries to find his voice. Indeed, he wonders, observing his current old age, if he has a voice, or if his vocal chords will snap in a moment after—perhaps a century has elapsed, in an eye-blink?—sudden use.
“Companions, it appears we have been aged beyond our years, or perhaps we have been preserved, in part, while the heavens outside wheeled on their courses. I suggest we gain the surface world, if we can, and answer these questions, if we can.”
Gundrabu now checks his possessions to see if they have endured and survived the ravages of time.
Also, how do we see? Is the lantern out? Do the glands still glow?
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Kondor is horrified!
Taking a beat, he does the only thing he knows to do: clip his gross nails! He checks his carried items for whatever is still in good shape, especially a sharp edge, and bends down to clip his finger and toe nails.
"Madness! Blast it, Gundrabu, Tillak, we've been here perhaps for years! If the seasons have passed, perhaps it's warm outside and we can leave here. But boots destroyed, rations probably rotted. All from some Sorcerer's spell!"
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Gland bag is dark and covered in dust.
Lantern is out empty and cold.
Only light is a dull white hue emitting from within the fount.
Everyone make a d6 wisdom and intelligence test please.
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Wis= d6:3!
Int= d6:6!
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Wisdom- 6!
Intelligence- 6!
I’m a dummy! 😂
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OOC: Cheese it! Me too! Doesn't my intelligence score help me with this check?
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SullyB74 wrote:
OOC: Cheese it! Me too! Doesn't my intelligence score help me with this check?
It sure does.
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Kondor sits down on the wax and tries to get inside his pack to look for something still sharp, but it's unmanageable with his new claws!
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Wisdom: 5!
Intelligence: 2!
ooc: on the bright side, maybe the gross fingernails will help us open the door by the grate.
Question: did our GM calculate that we'd be stuck without something to open that door, but instead of letting us find a tool decided to make us the "tools" (har har) and grew out our fingernails with a time jump? Because... that's... pretty clever, now that I think about it. Very hardcore OSR thinking. I dig it!
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Kondor recalls from his childhood years after a bully sheared his barbarian locks, his mother coddling him with assurances that his mane would regrow, half an inch a moon.