You all awaken to a new beautiful Day on the coast.

Snardka is fixing breakfast in the kitchen and there are no odd events overnight.

Surprisingly there are a fair number of locals in the tavern and many are drinking coffee chatting.  Perhaps it is the Saturday morning place to be in town.

Eddie is taking breakfast order and Snardka is struggling to keep up.

Jenouise went to the man taking orders. ”I would like one of everything and the biggest mug of coffee you have, please. I will return momentarily.”

She went outside to her wagon. It was locked but she did not have the key. Now where had that key gotten itself when it ran off. She went back into the Inn and tried to remember. She had a lot of ale the night before. A LOT! She went to the same fellow. ”Do you know where the key to my wagon might have gotten? It seems to have run off. Oh maybe my new sailor friend has it.”

She went back to her room and shook Sailor Friend awake. ”Good morning sleepy head. I enjoyed the sex last night very much. Do you know where my key had gotten? It seems to have run off.”

Rubus, thankful somebody paid for his room, sits patiently until the flood of orders abates. The staff already is more than busy enough. Besides, he can call upon the Messiah to provide.

Ligeia, snappishly awaiting her first cup of invigoration, jangles a certain set of keys until the indiscreet clown responds.

I am ready to tackle on this mission. May the Gods protect us.

The sailor did not know where the keys were. She went back down to the main room. She sat beside Ligeia and pouted. ”My keys have run away.” She looked like she was going to cry.

 Looks at Ligeia.. Looks at Jenousie and shrugs

I'm in!

Where's Gorn?

Enjoying the benefit of a long night's sleep, light is coming through the window before he finally rises and heads downstairs. Stumbling as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he grabs the banister before continuing on. Looking around the room he sees the rest of the group and slowly makes his way to their table. "Good morning." as he looks around the table. "Has Rubus passed on the information we received from the priest?"

Rubus exclaims Better check the wagon! He hastens to do so: Is it there? Is it intact?

Still jingling the keys, now in front of the licentious lady's nose, Ligeia shakes her head.

"I would feel better prepared if I were more skilled in certain arts--favored by killers and looters--not to put too fine a point on it."

When Eddie has a free moment, she places her breakfast order and then doubles it for Rubus.
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In reply to Gorn (msg # 8):

Hmmm what did the preist tell ya, Rubus?

Looks around furtively in the tavern to see if anyone meets Ligeia's requirements.

 Hmmm maybe Jenouise could set you up an interview with her "sailor boy", I bet he knows somebody who fits your needs. 

 She look disapprovingly at Jenousie.

[Rubus is outside looking at/for the wagon.]

The wagon is in the stables where Jenousie left it yesterday. The stablehand has the mule out in a pen feeding him. He waves to you.  Nothing else outside seems to be going on.

Rubus returns inside. The wagon is okay. Jenouise, let';s go to where you were, ah, sleeping, and go from there. Maybe the key is mixed up in your clothing or the bedding.

Jenouise went from misery to joy in a second when she saw her keys. ”You found them! Oh I am so relieved. Thank you my wonderful dear friend.” She took the keys, ”Bad keys. BAD KEYS. Don’t run off again.”

She waited for her food, and when it came she said, ”I’ll be back soon. I need to read my book.”

Going to read magic book and eat.

 Approaching the group.  I have had my fun but have decided risking my life to be a hero is not for me. I prefer hunting, not committing suicide. Heather goes to sit at the bar.

Rubus stands as one who has some egg on face when he'd be better off with some egg in mouth.

For some reason she can't identify, the words sting--as if she had been personally entreating the young huntress to do such a thing. She dismisses the intrusive thought.

She doesn't think J.'s sailor would be a likely candidate for a lecture on anatomy, human and otherwise, at lease the kind she has in mind. With her practiced eyes, she scans the room to see if anybody fits the bill--someone lightsome and sharp, not just seaworthy.

( can you be a little more forthcoming as to what you are looking for?)

When the opportunity presents itself, Ligeia will ask Heather for instruction in how to best strike with lethality. She knows that as a huntress, it's probably a point of honor for Heather to slay with one strike rather than make a bloody mess of it.

Likewise, she will ask Rabbon if he could help her find things with greater speed--all the better to rid the land of the curse. She will smile beneficently to convince him of her "goodness."

Ligeia roll 2d6+ INT to see if you are able to learn Battle Anatomy from Heather.

You learn that Rabbon is skilled is fighting but not in matters of skulduggery.

It's a lot of information to take in. Are the grey cells willing?

12:32, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 9 using 2d6+2.  int check for skill .

In reply to Ligeia Strand (msg # 23):

Ok use 1 skill point and you now have  Battle Anatomy skill- Basic.. see me for details



Others let's get the day going, what plans things do you want to do.  Let me know.

GM you said I needed to spend time with my book to upgrade that spell. Doing that now. After I am good with whatever anybody else wants to do.

[Somebody ordered breakfast for Rubus, but (I looked and looked) I don's know whom. In the church, there wasn't anything new except that the curse seems to attract the bad...and al who tried to deal with it are, at best, MIA.]

Eating and waiting for everyone to be read to go. I am waiting for our Furfoot friend to be ready to go.  I think we should go investigate the manor house.

"Absolutely," concurs the priestess. "Just so long as we pick up my repaired leather armor on the way."

She must have spent a few spare hours training with the odd fellow's rapier for she has a bit of the swashbuckler's swagger about her.

18:12, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 13 using 2d6+2.  basic blades training. --> Advanced.

 Ok  Ligeia mark it on your chart.


If I don't hear back I will assume all in the party will be traveling to . the leather workers with Ligeia. \
Please discuss your marking order or I will roll it randonly.

Gorn will not be going to the leather maker with Ligeia. He will remain at the tavern/inn for now.

Rubus indeed goes to the leather maker.

Jenouise will continue reading her book until everyone is ready. She will suggest the wagon go first or last. There is enough room for someone to ride "shotgun" with her, and everyone can fit in the cart portion if they so choose.

Ligeia travels to the leather maker with Rubus--and Alaric if he's awake and willing.

Unsurprisingly, she doesn't advance her knowledge of turning undead as she hasn't been in the practice of doing so.

19:14, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 5 using 2d6+2.  Turn Undead training.

 To those still in the tavern the mood in the tavern moves from busy to slow as people begin to start their day and leave.

Ligeia, Alaric and Afamrail accompany Ligeia who gets her armor repaired. There are no encounters or complications.

Jenouise finds her wagon in good order.

It is about 9am now and the party is reassembled in the Tavern.

Ligeia. no your turning undead skill does not increase. However, you might be able to do that if you could find a teacher to spend a week or two learning from in the future. Or a spiritual item that assists you.

Jenouise returned to her new friends. She spoke in a low conspiratorial tone, ”What a wonderful morning. My new friend, the sailor fellow, he told me that the port here is good for smuggling and that the harbor master is paid off.”

Hmmm we need to be careful as we move about this town.  Not much law and order here.  We might even want to be careful about telling anyone where we are going.  Treasure seekers might be keeping an eye on us.

Rubus ponders. I have prayed, and I feel we should journey on north.

09:23, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 1 using 1d2 ((1))

Gorn looks at Rubus with a quizzical look, "Brother, do you not want to head towards Blackwell Manor?" as he looked around at the others. "Blackwell Manor is west of here, is there something else we should check before heading to the manor?"

"Not that I can think of," replies Ligeia. "I'm not about to muck about in the swamps looking for some dragon or other. We follow the road west as it meanders towards the manor."

While her cloak remains bespattered and begrimed, she herself has cleaned up, so now the scent of lavender holds sway over lesser, disagreeable ones. She has even affixed a few colored ribbons in her hair.

Jenouise noted the new wonderful things Ligeia was wearing. She got close...very close. Her wide eyed stare was one of clear fascination. Finally she spoke, ”I love what you’ve done with your hair.”

Aye Gorn speaks the truth the Manor house be West.

I am best on my goat. Who will ride in the wagon with the clown lady?

Rubus tries to explain. Others went directly west at the blight. Maybe approach from a different direction...?

"They did so to avoid a divigation into EastWilde March," chides the priestess. "We could track southwest through the woods until we reached the Fayflower River. But what of the wagon?"

She smiles at the fawning clown:

"'If you're going to Blackwell Manor
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to Blackwell Manor
You're gonna meet some gentle people there.'"

I am for the direct approach and I will ride in the wagon as I can be of use at range more.
However,to gain your support in arms, I will accept any plan that has us going to the Manor.
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Pivoting, Ligeia now faces Gorn. "You know the most about getting places. You lead us there."

Agreed, I know Gorn has experience in these lands and he strategies.  He can be our Onah, for now.

*climbing into the wagon..

Does anybody need any more equipment while we are able?

I be ready let’s just go whichever way Gorn thinks best.  May Manawenuz protect us.

Rubus is ready to follow. He'll walk; perhaps it would be slothful or prideful to ride while others walked.

"Since time is of the essence, I think we should take the road west until we can see the mist." as he listened to the comments of the others. "I also think we should appear to be of little threat as we travel on the road." as he looked around the group.

"I think we should tether Alaric goat to the wagon, with Afamrail, Ligeia, Alaric, and Rubus riding inside." as he looked at Jenouise. "Do you think there is room for the four of them to ride comfortably? I will ride up front with Jenouise."

He paused for a second, "When we reach the mist, we will reevaluate our options as far as route and modes of travel."

Jenouise shrugged, "Most everything folds up so yea, they'll all fit. Whether or not it is comfortable is for them to decide." She turned her attention fully from Ligeia to Gorn, "I think you and I will be fine up front. You can even drive if you want. My mule is very nice and tame. He likes you I am sure of it."

Rubus obediently climbs in.

Ligeia hops aboard the good clown's wagon and ensconces herself within a cushioned spot that also affords access to fresh air and scenery.

There are little flaps that can be opened with pull chains. They provide a 1’square to look out of, all are about center height. There are sliding bolts that lock them closed, and clearly havn’t been opened in a loooong time. ;-)

Once everyone is inside the wagon and ready to travel, Gorn climbs into the seat next to Jenouise. "I'll let you drive, that will leave my hands free if we are attacked." Pointing at the streets, he gives Jenouise instructions on how to leave town and head west on the road to Blackwell Manor.

Once they are out of town, Gorn eyes scan their surroundings constantly, wary of situations like they encountered on the road to the monastery.

Jenouise drove the wagon as instructed.

Nay I will take up the rear with the goat, he is a good steed and if tethered cannot be of use.  I will be of better use free on him.

Alaric rides behind the wagon with his goat. About 10' behind.

 The group together in Jenousie's wagon ride unimpeded if not cramped through the streets of Blackwell Village with Alaric trailing behind.  There seems to be nobody about, or if they are they are pretending not to be about.  A couple of shut doors and drawn shades make it clear the village residents are not fans of strangers or would be heroes, not matter your intent.  There seems a definite general fear over this village.  Passing over the Fayflower Bridge it is easy to  see where the Fayflower river turns brackish as it joins the ocean.  The Eastwilde Marsh sprawls out to the West.  There are no encounters of note, save a starving cat or dogs running away from the mule and wagon as it ends up at the crossroads of the Coast Road and the Manor Road heading west. Here is an aging statue of a Messiahn Knight
  As you turn the corner you are greeted by the large statue of Matinus Blackwell, "Giant Slayer", "Founder of Blackwell Estate" The statue seems carved out of solid stone but is smeared with years of mold streaking it with black stains here and there. It is hard to not notice these streaks almost seem to make it look like the statue is crying.  The Manor Road appears to have been well maintained at one time lined with manicured trees on the North side by the marsh and picturesque farms to the South.  The farms are now abandoned and lay dormant and the trees seem to be struggling to survive.  The Manor Road itself seems long unused and what once was well maintained gravel seems strewn about and buried by years of rain and storms.



 The Monument reads:

 

Gorn motions to Jenouise to head down the Manor Road, not giving much attention to the statue. He maintains his focus ahead of them watching for anything that may be out of the ordinary.

Jenouise follows Gorn’s directions.

* Alertly observing her surroundings the Aelfan rolls her eyes at Jenousie inviting Gorn to the front.

  Apparently  treasure comes in all shapes and pant sizes, she whispers to nobody in particular.

 hmmmm Giant Slayer.. she muses.. Anybody know about Giantss in these lands?

  The group travels along to the west where the road runs along the marsh to one side and the remains of abandoned farms on the left.  Despite the many years of being unused, nothing seems to be growing here at all including weeds or scrub.  The air is very quiet and the water in the marsh and the Fayflower River rolls along very slowly.

After about 2 miles, ahead on the road there are a group of large crab's almost the size of a Furfoot. They are crawling on the road 100' ahead of you. ( map forthcoming)

 All roll for Initiative.
 All roll a Wisdom check

Rubus is slumped, dozing, unnoticing. However, it is quite possible he knows something about the creatures ahead.

11:44, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 12 using 2d6+5.  Wisdom.

11:44, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 3 using 2d6.  Initiative.

Jenouise grinned, ”Good luck ahead!” She clicked her tongue and snapped the reigns to get George to go faster.

Pending initiaitve



Rubus Ligeia is a Furfoot ( halfling)

Rubus jerks, his doze disturbed. He opens his eyes. I have a feeling...something. Is everything alright?

Please stop posting our of order.. wait for initiative sequence.

17:30, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 12,16 using 2d6+5,2d6+7.  wisdom, init.

18:08, Today: Gorn rolled 7,13 using 2d6+4,2d6+5.  Wisdom check & Initiative.

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Filled with foreboding, Ligeia disembarks from the wagon and attacks one of the vengeance-seeking crabs from distance. They know what she had for lunch...two days ago.

22:47, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 14 using 2d6+7.  sling attack.

Gorn notches an arrow and takes a shot a one of the crabs.

23:48, Today: Gorn rolled 14 using 2d6+5.  Ranged Attack vs Crab.

 Ligeia hits Crab A for 3 points damage.

Gorn hits Crab B for 2 points damage.

 The Crabs seem to be uncomfortably interested in moving towards you at a rapid pace. They approach drawing within 50' now. claws clicking and eyes looking coldly without expression.

(Jenouise do you still wish to perform previous action/statement or adjust?)

Jenouise pulled the wagon’s reigns to halt George. She sat quietly and watched.

  *Jumps out of the wagon...

I hope Gorn showed me how to do this right..

 *firing an arrow at one of the crabs...

Afamrail's arrow glances off the hard shell of a Crab and bounces into the marsh.


George the mule begins to get skiddish.. Jenouise you will have to use a skill to try and contain him next round or he might loose control.

The Dwarf spurs his goat Felund into battle yelling something in Dwarvish and swinging his mighty axe at one of the Crabs.

He misses wildly

Rubus stands and looks out. Crabs! Giant crabs! But I feet there's somethign very dark.. not the crabs. Beware after they're slain!

He begins a prayer.

"This is a most bewildering road crew," Ligeia admits, before launching another stone at one of the wounded crabs.

21:19, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 15 using 2d6+7.  Sling Attack. +1 damage for Battle Anatomy

Taking one more shot at the crabs, Gorn then jumped down from the wagon and drew his sword.

15:05, Wed 24 June: Gorn rolled 14 using 2d6+5.  2nd Ranged Attack vs Crab.
Note: Rolled this the other day before I realized it wasn't my turn again.

 Two of the crabs are hit for 3, and 2 points damage but are not slain.

The crabs eager fro fresh meat, descend on Felund and Alaric.

The first crab, in the feeding frenzy clamps down on another crab giving it 3 points damage.

Three more crabs successfully hit Felund, however, the goat goes down braying...

 The bard struggles to contain her mule who also brays and in the chaos won't sit still but haphazardly moves in the direction of the crabs to within 15' of them.

Arggggghhhh stop you stubborn mule!

 ugggh these arrows are so... mechanical..

 Taking her staff she  aims at one of the crabs on Felund..

Sagitta Magicae!!!

Casting magic arrow..

 Afamrail's magic arrow.. kills one Crab instantly

The Dwarf falls off his goat with a face of rage..

 Felund Eta!!!!!!!!!

He swings powerfully with his waraxe but misses.

Rubus finishes his prayer, and a golden-haired dog appears by the crabs, dancing and looking for an opportunity to bite off claws.

Celestial Dog
Size/Type: Small Magical Beast (Extraplanar)
Hit Dice: 1d8+2 (6 hp)
Initiative: +3
Speed: 40 ft. (8 Squares)
Armor Class: 15 (+1 size, +3 Dex, +1 natural), touch 14, flat-footed 12
Base Attack/Grapple: +0/-3
Attack: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1)
Full Attack: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1)
Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: Smite Evil
Special Qualities: Low-light vision, scent, Darkvision, Resistance to acid 5, cold 5, and electricity 5, Spell resistance 6
Saves: Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +1
Abilities: Str 13, Dex 17, Con 15, Int 3, Wis 12, Cha 6
Skills: Jump +7, Listen +5, Spot +5, Survival +1*
Feats: Alertness, TrackB
Environment: Any good-aligned plane.
Organization: Solitary or pack (5–12)
Challenge Rating: 1/3
Treasure: None
Alignment: Always good (any).
Advancement: --
Level Adjustment: +2

 The Celestial Dog appears and successfully attacks the Crab originally hit by Ligeia, it goes down.

Appalled at the battle of lunches (crab chowder vs goat stew), Ligeia drops her sling, draws her rapier, and leaps into the fray. Despite having recently (yesterday even) become more adroit with blades, her attack lacks conviction.

16:45, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 10 using 2d6+8.  rapier attack +1 dmg. vs attached crab.

Seeing the attacking crab as the greatest threat to the group, Gorn takes his attack to that crab. Moving in between it's claws he attacks the body of the crab.

17:27, Today: Gorn rolled 17 using 2d6+5.  Melee Attack against Attacking Crab. (Double sixes, box cars, sure hope that's lucky)

Sadly Ligeia's rapier glances off the crabs hard shell.

Gorn successfully strikes and kills his targeted crab.

Crab A ( wounded) seeing it's opportunity grabs a dead crab and beings pulling into the marsh.

Crab B- dead

Crab C-dead

Crab D- grappled onto Felund and trying to pull him into the marsh, is struggling with Crab E which is doing the same, they make it about 20' to the north, off the road about 15'


Crab- F dead.

Still struggling to contain the mule Jenouise is cursing like a sailor..


Bless it. you f*&*&^&& Mule!

 The Wizard holds her action waiting to see if she needs to expend more precious power.

Looking to Rubus..

Well done Rubus.. glad to see you have something in you after all!

Attacks a crab pulling on Felund but misses.

The celestial dog attacks and misses but latches on to a leg of one of the crabs pulling Felund.  No damage but it manages to slow them down.

Still struggling with her advanced techniques, Ligeia lunges awkwardly at a hard-shelled crab. MMM. Hard-shelled crab.

13:10, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 11 using 2d6+8.  rapier attack. +1 DMG.

kind of matters which
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One attached to the goat.

With the near threat gone, Gorn left it to the others to save the goat from the crabs and ran over to the wagon to help Jenouise control the mule.

Your pierce into one Crab but do not kill it.( 4 Damage)

Gorn successfully calms the mule very well. He seems to have a touch with this creature.

2d6 +4 Wisdom ( no penalties due to animal skills already possessed)

 The three remaining Crabs take their bounty into the marshy water near the Manor Road.  One consuming it's own kind without mercy the other two ripping Felund into a meal.  They disappear under the murky water.

The road ahead seems eerily quiet now.
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 Poor Felund!


Oh sauuuuureee help out your clowny girlfriend and her jackass!

Huffs..

 Do you have any idea how long it takes to train a wild goat to ride like that!?

The Dwarf looks longingly into the marsh fighting back a tear.

Gorn just looked at Alaric then turned his attention back to the mule. "If I recollect correctly, you chose to ride him into battle. Can't say I've ever seen dwarven cavalry. His death is on you."

"Did anyone get injured?" as looked around the group. "I fear that is just the beginning of what we are about to experience as we continue the trip to the manor."

Releasing the mule's harness, "We'd best be moving along. If one of you would like to ride with Jenouise, Alaric and I will walk for now." looking at Alaric. "That is if you can pull yourself together." his voice carrying a teasing note to it.

To which Ligeia adds her two cents, quipping, "And your mistake was grooming a goat as your battle mount instead of one of these here giant crabs. You needed to go further up the food chain."

May the Messiah have Felund's soul Rubus says. I'll walk with you. I sensed, maybe just a trick of the mind, something very dark. I may have to face it.

Rubs gets off the wagon, approaches the Dog, and pats it. Thank you. He's ready to use his staff as a walking stick; his other hand holds the cross.

posting soon sorry

 Thanks Gorn.

 Looking at the warrior with adoring eyes.

You are soo good with animals..


I for one feel badly for Felund.. but at least it wasn't one of us that became crabbie patties.

The bard moves the wagon slowly forward in the formation Gorn suggested.

Rubus, I can only feel good luck ahead

Relunctantly climbs into the wagon with Jenousie.

 Do to try to keep your libido in check young lady, we have a job to do here.!


I feel something.. also.. Rubus ,and it does not feel lucky at all.

Checking to make sure everyone's ready to move on, Gorn checks all of his equipment and continues the walk to the manor house. As they progress up the road, he keeps a wary eye for anything else suspicious or that appears out of the ordinary. If he gets to a point where he feels or sees the mist he will stop so the group can discuss what action to take at that point.

Note: Not sure if there were any rolls you want him to make against his skills.

 The group moves forward with an abnormally quiet Dwarf. After about 2.5 more miles you reach a spot where the road ahead disappears into a dense bank of misty light green fog.  It restricts visibility beyond it.

 Just before the wall of mist you see a small group of short hairy apelike humanoids, you instantly recognize as Dranabians.  They are dressed much differently than the typical serf populations of  Elandrul however, wearing tunics with geometric patterns and bearing weapons foreign to you such as clubs with stone spikes coming out and brightly colored boomerangs. One  has a spear with a blackened shiny stone tip.

One bears no weapon and is dressed in a white robe with intricate stones set in it. He wears a metal crown around his head.

 2 seem to guard him while the other are off the road slightly to the left exploring the ground looking for something it seems.

The part rounds a bend and is about 200' away when they come into view. All role initiative.

14:02, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 6 using 2d6.  INIT.

18:06, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 13 using 2d6+7.  init. dranabian cultists.

05:58, Today: Gorn rolled 11 using 2d6+5.  Initiative Roll vs Dranabians.

  Nobody is surprised as all were on lookout and nobody was attempting to hide.



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Beholding the cultists and their fearsome weaponry and singularly weird priest, Ligeia knows that this will come to blood and lots of it.

"We can't let them find it," whatever it was, Ligeia warns. "I'll flank them from the left."

With cold determination in her eyes, she avers, "We're going to have to kill them," before darting off the road and up to one of the larger mangroves midway between herself and the other party.

OOC Not too sure about distance, but thinking of a full move to the large tree just off the southern part of the road -- 1/2 way there.

Having to implement a slight jog to do so Ligeia reaches her destination about 100' feet away behind a dead tree. The area to the south is what remains of a blighted wood. There are no leaves just forlorn empty boughs.

 The Dranabians stop what they are doing , but the one in the whites robes hisses at them , and the 4 on the North side of the road continue to look for something.

The White Robe figure calls out in Common,

 Do not come any closer this area is dangerous!  Go back!  This is ours to handle!

They two on either side of him watch you all with great alertness.

Rubus walks forward displaying the cross. What is it you seek? We want no misunderstandings here if we all have the same goal. And beware; something dark is close.

Gorn left his swords sheathed and his bow in its case and walked up behind Rubus keeping about 5 feet distance between the two of them. As they walked, "Rubus, if things go sideways, head for the right side of the road and try to use a tree as protection. Ligeia is on the left side, we don't want to group up."

* flaps the reins on her wagon and heads full speed towards the Dranabians.

They have treasure and are trying to hide it!!

The wagon nearly runs Rubus down as she speeds towards the Mist.

  Jenouise stop!!!!

Afamrail tries wrestling the reins away from the clown lady.
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  Keeps pace walking with Gorn and Rubus, his hands keeping a tight grip on his axe.

Watch out! 

 He pulls Gorn aside from the wagon's path.

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Action fails.

Ligeia continues her advance off the side of the road to the next sizable tree, oblivious to the commotion behind her.

 The Dranabian in the robes shouts....


Stop..! You don't know what you are doing. I will have to stop you if you do not not stop!

Not sure what had just happened, Gorn glared back at Alaric, then realized he probably just saved his life. "Thanks...what the hell is she doing." then realizing Afamrail was also on the wagon, "Afamrail, jump if you can." Quickly looking at Rubus, "Get behind a tree." as he started running after the wagon, "Come on." as he motioned with his hand towards Alaric.

Turning back to Gorn Jenousie yells.

There is a huge treasure up there and they are going to get it if we do not stop them!

She moves the wagon forward with determination.

  Hva'ra Wen!  You are on your own.. stop the wagon!!

Heeding Gorn's advice and seeing she cannot stop Jenoiusie, Afmarail jumps off the wagon.

(
19:14, Today: Afamrail Faemys rolled 10 using 2d6+1.  Jumping Check.)
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  Follows Gorn as best he can, obviously not as lightfooted as Gorn.

These Dranabians are not the simple type from this area, be careful Gorn!

Rubus point his staff at Jenouise and commands SLEEP!

Afamrail gracefully lands away from the wagon and lands on the road.

Rubus successfully puts Jenouise to sleep, and she slumps down in the wagon.

(Rubus roll 1d6+5 for spell duration)

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13:13, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 8 using 1d6+5.  Duration.

Darting from one mangrove to the next, Ligeia finally reaches the last and the largest of them before the party of Dranabian cultists. From this spot, she should be able to carefully scrutinize the party and glean what she might from their physiognomies and actions--without being subject to such scrutiny herself.

15:57, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 14 using 2d6+5.  Hide check.
17:49, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 11 using 2d6+2.  general knowledge check.
11:59, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 12 using 2d6+5.  spiritual knowledge.
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Are you hiding? if so roll.

  The White Robed Dranabian grimmaces and says .. You Must listen!

He says something else in what seems to be Dranabian, presumably to his companions- Uret nok ulk!

The 2 Dranabians flanking the white robed figure notch their bows.

The group of four Dranabians to the North seem to be coordinating around a spot on the ground, though none of them speaks to one another.

Gorn rushes up to where Afamrail had landed, "Are you okay?" as he kept a watch on the Dranabians. He then raised his hands and started walking towards the Dranabians. "We mean no harm and have no interest in whatever it is that you are doing here. We were merely traveling out this road." as he looked up in the seat of the wagon to see if Jenouise was okay. "Seeing that mist behind you though, I'm thinking we should go around instead of up the road." as he pointed to the left indicating the wooded area.

The bard remains asleep as forced by Rubus’s powers.

Her mule comes to a sudden stop either from fear or instinct.

Afamrail looks at Gorn with a scowl as if to mean she can handle herself.  She the turns to the Dranabians.
Gorn stop...

Ulksityan Sorcerer why are you here?!  There is great darkness here! I ... feel it.
Are you responsible for this mist?! We intend to end this curse here now!

Alaric takes a defensive position behind the wagon and waits to see if his axe is needed.

As Rubus is walking toward the wagon, he holds his cross aloft. He calls out People, I feel a darkness is here, one that may warp your reason. Beware! Any you people, what are you trying to accomplish?

This message was last edited by the GM at 16:11, Wed 22 July 2020.

For the time being, Ligeia remains hidden.

 The white robed Dranabian speaks..



 If you come any closer you will be stopped!  You do not know what you are doing... Stand Back.  We came to retrieve the stone it is not safe!  Ulksityantril have nothing to do with this curse, it is an ancient evil, very dangerous.  You should not go there.  Ulksityantril will not go there.  It is very powerful either from Tozari or older, maybe from Hane Drayan Jor.  We will extract the stone and keep it safe.  Do not venture into the mist!


As he speaks the 4 Dranabian warriors begin digging a hole.
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:46, Thu 23 July 2020.

"Okay, we'll just wait here while you get whatever rock it is you are trying to recover. Then when you are done, we'll head on up the road." as he glances at Afamrail. "or, since we aren't interested in whatever you are trying to recover, we can just go on by and leave you all to your little task."

 sound asleep on the wagon

Nods to Gorn...

Stand down let them take what they are after.even if I disagree with the whole business.
 We are not equipped to handle an Ulksityan,

She watches her staff ready to defend her friends.

 stands his ground behind the wagon..


I don't like it.. you better hope they don't use this THING against us.

Rubus gets to the wagon. Please turn this around and go back a bit. I'm gong to snad between you and these folks. And then awaken Ligeia with my apologies. If she still seems mad, restrain her. Beware of dark impulses and illusions.

He turns to face the Dranabians and prays

Dear Messiah, please have a care for all those here who seed the Good. Guide and protect all who seek to do weal and fortify those, including us, who seek to eliminate this blight whether evil or no.

 to whom are you speaking? Ligeia is hidden and Jenousie is asleep on the wagon. So who is turning the wagon around?

Aren't the others by the wagon?

Misty Meeting Round 5


PLEASE POST YOUR ACTIONS IN  THE ORDER OF INITIATIVE ( you don't know what might happen and then we have to wait for you to post again)

Ligeia-hiding

Dranabians

Gorn

Jenousie-asleep 3 rounds

Afamrail

Alaric

Rubus

In reply to Rubus Elann (msg # 157):

Jenouse is asleep..
Ligeia is missing- "hidden"..

hence the confusion of your post./

Rubus is talking to Afamrail, Alaric, and Gorn.

 The Dranabians stand their ground as the 4 to the NW pull a glow green stone from the grown about the size of a large marble.  They do not touch it directly but grasp it with some kind of metallic instruments and place it into a stone box.

The White Robed figure keeps a constant eye on all of you.

In reply to Blackwell GM (msg # 161):

Ligeia is nowhere to be seen.

Gorn listens to Rubus but shakes his head, "We're standing right here. I'm not sure what that rock is exactly but if the opportunity arises, it will change hands. You may want to see if you can waken Jenouise, we just may need her services."

His eyes never left those of the figure in white robes, he was also wondering where Ligeia was, but was confident she wasn't in danger. "Afamrail and Alaric, be ready to react if things go sideways. Rubus, if you can't get her awake, be ready to react if we are attacked."

 Still a sleepy clown- round 4

Afamrail watches and when she sees the glowing stone, she whispers..

  "Ulksitayan"

To the Dranabians she shouts.. "So you take this stone, but leave this mist and curse to work itself out!"  "Does this not concern you?!"

Stays covered behind the wagon...

I'm not about to get turnt to no toad!

A saddened Rubus gets onto the wagon so he can wake at need.

Still hidden, Ligeia waits to hear the reply from the Dranabian roadblock.

 Suddenly the Dranabians move in unison without a word.  They all join hands in a flash of green light they vanish.

 (Round over.)

Ugggggggh!  Tricky Bastards... It is best they took that stone but I am a little incensed they don't seem to care about this curse.

She walks up to where the stone was buried...


I don't feel that odd feeling anymore, though this mist persists..

wakes up on the wagon...

What happened.. I was dreaming of treasure. did we get the treasure..


looking around

"Not yet, not yet," Ligeia consoles the rudderless clown after the furfoot departs the expansive cover provided by the mangrove. "It lies further down this mist-enshrouded road within the manor atop the hill."

Brightly, she chirps, "Looks like we didn't have to slaughter them all. They might have even helped us indirectly."

With a glare at Jenouise and a look of disgust at the Alaric, Gorn threw his hands up in frustration. "You know, I came here to avenge my family's killers. I've done that. I've better things to do as he walked to the back of the wagon and retrieved his backpack. God speed and good luck." as he started the trek back to town.

 Gorn wait!  What's gotten into you?!

What about the families of this town?  You feel better so turn your back on them?  Turn your back on us?  Turn you back on the order to which you belong.  You see that nature is out of balance here more than all of us!

She is grimmacing at Gorn
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 I can't operate under these conditions!  That girl needs to quit well clowning around!

And what is Alaric doing hiding ?

Hiding?!

I wasn't hiding!  But I wasn't going to stick my face out there and get blasted by a sorcerer unless I had to!

Maybe I was better off sleeping.

Look I don't know what happened but something reached out and called to me and I guess I kind got out of control.

I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you later if you like?

*winks at Gorn
This message was last edited by the player at 15:35, Sat 01 Aug 2020.

It was the Ulksityan..

ULksityan sorcerors use their magic from these power stones like the one you saw. The stones are evil and sentient but can be controlled.. so they think anyway.  If you aren't able to resist the stones the stones will try to possess you.

Rubus apolgizes for putting Jenouise to sleep. It was the first thing I thought of to, perhaps, save your life.

Yes, the stone is an evil, dark thing. The feeling of it went away when the stone did. If I have that feeling again, that's probably what will be causing it.

Ligeia advises Jenouise to listen to herself and Rubus as there might be future attempts to dominate her impressionable mind. It would just be safer, she concludes, for her to look to the priest and priestess for guidance -- if they want to survive their trip to the manor, that is.

The same might need to go for Alaric as well, she counsels.

"Ok, onward," she encourages the driver of the wagon, whoever that might be at present.

very well I shall stay but let's do be careful..

Nobody comes out of this mist.. so they say..


Onwward to .. where?

"On the path we had previously agreed to," Ligeia responds as if there couldn't have been any other answer. It's possible she hadn't been paying much attention but she remembered that Gorn had strong opinions on the matter.

Well.. yes but Gorn's suggestion is to go around the mist  If we go AROUND the mist we are not going into the mist, and I don't think we can take this wagon into a swamp.

I'm for following the road into the mist, but I'm willing to see what other's have to say.

Rubus vocalizes his thoughts. Earlier, I suggested that, if this is to be attempted, we enter the mist from a direction other than east. Now, an evil stone has been removed. Whether if marked a boundary, or was just hurled here...whatever...this way feels unmenacing for at least a little way. So...let's take its removal as a sign to proceed.

I better agree or I will be called a coward again..

 grimaces at Gorn

Sounds good.. anyone wanting to ride hop on.  I will try to keep my girly self under control.. maybe.

shall I sing a song while we travel?

ok what next all
? moving on?

sorry guys slammed with work, will post tonight for sure