The Netherworld Plane - Game Thread
A dark grey hooded form barely failing to leave five feet tall, willowy figure moves slowly forward , out of the fog.
The form slowly separates from the fog, wearing a cut of cloth often seen on fellows of monastic orders. Loose tunic and long trows, dark grey, not belted, but bound with even darker grey sashes at waist, and limb joints and cuff hems. Oddly the figure has no emblem, chop, or colors to mark the monastery. It also carries and odd weapon for such on the only visible belt(?)s a baltei, crossed over the shoulder on each side.
- On the left belt hangs a black scabbard holding a matte black basket hilted rapier the hilts basket framing a macrame of black wire.
- On the right a simple cross hilted short sword, simple in construction, and design, but an elegant swept shape.. Just as matte black as it’s partner on the other hip.
- An equally matte black backpack also relying more on sashes and loops then buckles carried on the figures back a bedroll bound beneath, and a throwing axe similar in design to the short sword hanging on the pack near the right shoulder.
The hooded form studies the grounds, the air, the lay of the “land”, a young voice whispers; “[Language unknown: Sonsanthu ivur pe men Son leave, san mohaus diwewa Of]”.. after a pause “[Language unknown: Stheekut pe Onstedtinsan hatse osilnd nd caie.]”
The form turns away,.. Exposing on it’s back, a heavy bullet pouch, a very small bolt quiver, as well as the little crossbow. The form takes a step away.. The voice sighs “[Language unknown: Evni iouiv e thiv noprdi lar shestilat]”
Turning again to look at the building: The young voice mulls over thoughts aloud; [Language unknown: "Fo somughted housheoer, elcom hertr wiecng.. Iccon utaifo ticearmenoneere.. Sien oureveore i virer.. Ent.. Pe.. Aldifi.. Trent Ac."]
The figure moves..
To Road ⇒
To Door ⇒
Past threshold ⇒
Wiping the sandals dirt off, on the thresh for which the threshold is named the figure removes the sandals and hangs them from the pack.
Stepping forward on matte black soft leather boots.
Looking around the figure spots the others.. those quicker then her, to charge into Chaos. and Steps in their direction..
Message board ⇒
But stops, at the sight of a message board, the stretches to read the list. Then the menu. Checking the other announcements and proclamations.
The figure slides a hand into a pocket of the pack and pulls out a stick of tinder char..
Reaches up and scribes;
Min'OrImKakee: Wanted; Hand maid, none but local experience necessary, one language required; common, undercommon, elven, draconic, goblinfolk.
“Coldeye” not desired.. But if hired subject to “Mistress” protocols. (soot chop)
The figure pulls out a flask of oil mixes it with soot from the char rubs it on an archers thumb ring and roll it against the board leaving a “chop” signature. Of a throne built of range weapons.
Turning away the figure move into the room.
To Table with PCs ⇒
A young voice comes from the hooded figure; "[Language unknown: Icmofo comte Ouweet nd sint eshiai..]"
The voice pauses; [Language unknown: Ompeun e latonsand plel p Hasere'rutenc . . .
I k Whhefindcaou, ast ere noesel p mo dayortill.. K verma sase nde Utanol k Taekurro pre beasth ev pr in respe, P linla ion oerar iv.. Ec entwheest ie re elom.]
Sitting the hooded throws back the hood, places it’s pack on the floor, bullet pouch on the table, and waves down a passing staff member; "Servitor I would have Soup of the Day, Hot Meat Pies, and.. Tea." pulling out a set of sling bullets.
While the creature sorted out two specific bullets it can be seen that the hood didn’t hide the face for under the hood was a black on black studded leather skullcap helm fastened to the elven head by matte black sashes, hiding all the face but the eyes and eartips. The Skin as black as the armor.. The eyes blue.. Unless they looked directly at you then a purplish hue appeared.
Finishing the sorting, Min'OrImKakee, scraped back the waxy coating showing two of the three gleamed the bright of silver while the third the dull sheen of lead. "[Language unknown: Mieipa hi uretinreahou me ioai il ma ardartart weossa noie niofei, hock he e singetac rut.
Re mo u ion ll protedrom i ut elwi ioeeca.
N un day weren reshasthu o whtidi, ma t t.
Evore nteamewerallbut ecis'seiv ivhohi hi virtiolin i undun sonessbut, eraes a ll u an atee ecwhe.]"
The young elf takes the left hand and impresses the thumb ring on the waxy surface of the two “silver bullets” and hands them to the servitor; [Language unknown: "es I eau avetheter ugh u t “chthe” Ic ticeauble."]
The Dark Alf looks at the Table mates; "Stone-walker I greet you." Looking at the other pausing only briefly "Wind-walker I greet you."
OOC;
09:26, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 18 using 1d20+4 ((14)). (dungeoneering) is there stone roof above?
09:31, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 19 using 1d20+2 ((17)). (geography) Can this be near.. ?? underdark?
09:41, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 20 using 1d20+4 ((16)). (nature) what do the plants an animals tell? .
This message was last edited by the player at 19:03, Mon 08 Jan 2018.