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Planar Labyrinth: Prologue; Farewell, Rogrest. Enter the tear.
Topic Started: Aug 31 2014, 01:00 AM (1,155 Views)
Reic

I leave Master Kesis and weave through the crowd like a river flowing past rocks aond trees to Sir Shaun.
I make note of who might be worthwhile companions.
Perception [result]9&9,1d20,0,9&1d20[/result]
"Your lack of confidence and unease has lost them. Now either take control of the crowd and explain or explain to me." I say with burning anger that Sir Shaun can feel.
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EmperorRachelle

James Harrington

"She was a good friend many years ago, and I can testify to her good character that these rumors are simple lies lying O well, when the guards pick her up I can speak at her trial."

A little more cheerfully, "Perish these thoughts, we need to liven the mood. I will find us the '83 I have been saving for a special occasion, the grapes were in a severe drought that year and the few casts of wine made were truly splendid."

I exit the balcony and exit the building out the back entrance. I take off my exquisite robes and jewelry revealing a more common looking half-elf. And after my change I pack all my belongings into a simple rucksack. Making my way into the plaza I survey the crowd not knowing what the inside of that temple holds, but its the first decent lead in a long time.

The usual fair of "heroes" and mercenaries are here and any one of them would be a simple mark to befriend in a pinch. But upon further examination. A young woman stands with an old man who is clearly from a monastery or church. No fear or hesitation, but almost excitement on her face. I follow discreetly to find out more about the unarmored lady.

Perception: [result]11&6,1d20,5,11&1d20+5[/result]
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Tyler J Pineactupus
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Maleke chortles. Oh these humans they are fantastic are over and underestimation, he thinks, we'll if only a handful are allowed better make ourselves one of those. The stocky dwarf begins barreling through the crowd like a boulder rolling down a mountain up the the well plated human. "Come Hertchl" he gruffly spits hoping the boy will follow in the path he makes. As he reaches the knight he checks behind him to make sure his ward was still there. Talking wasn't Maleke's strong suit and he was hoping the boy could spin some words to get them inside.
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JML

M. Herschel Pierce

Hershcel trots along behind Maleke, eager to push their way to the front of the line. Somewhere on the jostle, he accidentally bumps against the shirtless dwarf from before.

Sorry! he shouts, before hurrying to catch up to Maleke.
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Ryan
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Meleke and Herschel
As the two of you take off, Rotimer gives one final farewell as you two push for the front. "Save travels, Herschel! Your mother and I will be with you with every step, don't forget!" They're the last words you hear as he's overtaken by the shouts and swears of the adventurer's you find yourselves entrenched in, the old man passing out of sight as you two push through.

Meleke plows a path through the rest of the crowd as he leads Herschel along. They both receive various complaints from others, including one Half-Orc they manage to step past who doesn't take to kindly to being cut in front. "HEY!" He shouts to Meleke, "You get back in back! Lockjaw was here first!"

DM's note: Just a little unclear, are you referring to Ted's character? Because he's not shirtless or a dwarf, that guy was pinned underneath him. If you meant to run into him, Xononox, this post is directed at you instead, forget the dwarf
Meanwhile, as you brush against the dwarf, recently helped up from his defeat at the hands of the large human, he waves a knuckle around as the short, angry fighter yells, "Aye, watch where you're going, you skinny little twig!" He seems to be a bit sore from his recent loss.

The crowds get rowdier as you get closer, the Half-Orc Lockjaw about to start something with Meleke as he readies a club, but their attention is distracted by a cackling, buzzing sound of electricity stemming from the knight in front as he lifts his sword up high, the high-pitched noise of electrical current drowning out the noises from the angered adventurers as he shouts for all of your attention... (see bottom of Kioko's)

James

Abadir nods his head, scratching behind one of his long elven ears as he replies, "Of course, James, I'm certain. Forgive me if it was not my place. Oh, but yes," he muses, "That year should do splendidly for such an occasion! I don't recall if I've had one from that particularly time. I do thank you, dear friend."

As he turns back to his wine, you take this time to leave the little soiree, changing back into more discrete clothes as you make your way down the building towards the plaza, working your way into the crowd as the knight who stepped out of the temple begins receiving his jeers for their inadequate service. You step closer in, spotting the young girl and the old man of interest. However, the girl dives ahead of the crowd, swerving and bobbing around them like a river through trees as she charges up to the front to speak to the red-headed knight directly. You follow behind, and watch as she berates him...

Kioko

Kesis bows his head. "And I am sure you shall do your family proud. Though you do not possess the magic your mother has, your skills will surely prove a blessing to Rogrest's people once honed. I will eagerly await your return, as will your family." Looking up to the social elite with you, he adds, "I believe many of them seek only to see off those who are entering the tear. Or perhaps to derive sport from those," he refers to the fighting ring, "Who are so eager to find a battle that they make one here and now. But, nevertheless, we should not judge them based solely on class. Many a nobleman has sought to improve the livelihood of his land by seeking fortunes across borders. It is possible the wealthy stand among us even now." He grins, and then pats your shoulder, "Forgive your masters lectures one final time before you leave. It will be not be the same in your absence," he turns as the gates slowly open, and the knight and gnome step out, "But I feel you will be entering soon after all."

After you leave Master Kesis and make your way towards the front, many a rampant thug complaining at your cutting in front, you scan the crowds for powerful allies to join in. At the moment, the one who stands out most is a large, heavily built human who approaches away from the fighting circle, decked out in chainmail with a large warhammer, and built like an ox.


Sir Reginald, clearing his throat as you demand he man the fuck up, says, "Right, right..." he nods, drawing the sword on his left side and holding it aloft, cackling electricity stemming from its hilt arcing all along its length to the tip, making a loud cackling and ear-grating electrical buzz as the adventurers pull their sights away from each other as they begin arguing, and looking back up at the doors as he yells, "I will explain everything posthaste! But if any of you so much as think of trying to pass through this door until I've had my say, you'll come to feel no small ounce of regret for your efforts." The crowd finally settles down, as the gnome nods approvingly and Reginald sheathes the electrical blade. "Huh, thanks, miss. Just needed a small push, I suppose." He chuckles.

All
Taking his hands to his belt-satchel, he pulls out a small, oval shaped rock and holds it aloft for all to see. "This, dear friends, is what we call an Planar Gem. It is a solidified piece of the Ethereal plane, the transitive dimension that borders all material worlds, imbued with Zyxian magic that appears to resonate with the portals their people left behind all over the multiverse in their creation of the Labyrinth." Twiddling it between his fingers, he adds, "Entry into a portal is impossible without these little beauties, and though other means of dimensional travel exist, they are expensive, difficult, and most importantly have no relation to the path the Labyrinth leads us down, which is what I imagine the purpose for you all being here is about?" Some of the adventurers nod their head in agreement, while others give annoyed grunts.

"Planar Gems themselves aren't easy to find either, but through no small effort in Torn's willingness to assist the brave citizens from all over the various countries of Rogrest, we had managed to procure a large amount of Planar Gems ready to be passed out to you all this morning so that you may all enter the portal." At this, his eyes grow heavy, and he rubs the top of his red-colored hair as he continues, "However, we had a bit of a break in last night: a woman fleeing arrest for a crime committed outside of Torn was cornered within the temple, but no sign of her has been seen since. And, with her disappearance... also came the theft of aforementioned box of Planar Gems we were hoping to pass out to all of you. The one you see in my hand may well be the only one left in Torn."

At this, the various would-be dimensional travelers again voice their disapproval, various threats and complaints raining on the man in every language from almost every race as he is forced to redraw his lightning-imbued sword to instill some order once again. "No more of that! Please, I did not say this didn't mean you couldn't all enter eventually." Shawn raise his hand and refers to the temple again, "The plane that a portal connects to can change frequently, but there are patterns to it: the plane that our thief fled to will remain the portal's destination for at least one more day. And we still possess my Planar Gem, so a small group could enter in advance, retrieve the stolen gems, and return it here to Rogrest for all of you to use." He pauses, and then continues, "However, a Planar Gem's ability to transport people is dependent on its size..." he holds up the small, glowing stone, "And mine won't do more than 7 or 8. And time is of the essence: I will quickly need to select a small group to accompany through the portal to the plane where the thief took the rest of the gems, and retrieve them. So..." he smiles, stepping back a bit as he awaits the oncoming storm, "Who wants in?"

At this, the dozens, hundreds of individuals roar their names, crowding around the man as they demand his selection. He frowns, realizing that perhaps this wasn't the best course of action, as they assail him from nearly every direction as man after elf after tiefling shoves over each other to get a word in edgewise. "Uhm, could you all perhaps form an orderly line?" He laughs nervously.
Edited by Ryan, Sep 2 2014, 07:56 PM.
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Eliseo Francis Doomwaffle III

It was written, "For those who wait, the tastiest piece of blueberry crumble pie may be available, but wait too long and you may have stab someone to get it."

Meisu's brow furrowed as he watched the cocophony of noise open up before him. This semblance of order was exactly the type of reaction you would get from heathens who were unenlightened as to the ways of the world. A quick glance over saw that they would be unbowed by the importance of finding the Divine Water Skin, and they would need to be bypassed.

"...but wait too long and you might have to stab somebody to get it."

Meisu slipped his way through the crowd and his eyes alighted upon the man he saw before. That man there, he could help.

"Excuse me, oh sir," He said to the great beast of the man as he approached, "It seems that there is some kind of problem with the amount of gems that are being handed out. Surely, with your great might and prowess that none might be able to match, you might prove yourself to everyone here. And do you mind if I come to? I have desperate need of the most divine importance in the rift."
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EmperorRachelle

James Harrington

In a pinch I could probably rally the crowd against the guard and disappear with the stone. But that hardly solves my current problem of needing to enter the rift with limited supplies and no support. This young woman carries her weight like a skilled combatant many times her own age, she could be of value. While this woman might be good, she can hardly make a good front line; this human on my right with a warhammer can fight very well as demonstrated in the sparing pits. A possible new friend, perhaps. At the very least someone to fight the man with the magic sword.

I duck down, feigning to pick something up. Once I'm satisfied that no one is watching me, I cast "Disguise Self."

Casting time: 1 action
Range: Self
Components: V,S
Duration: 1 hour

You make yourself-including your clothing, armor, weapons, and other belongings on your person-look different until the spell ends or until you use your action to dismiss it. You can seem 1 foot shorter or taller and can appear thin, fat, or in between. You can't change your body type, so you must adopt a form that has the same basic arrangement of limbs. Otherwise, the extend of the illusion is up to you.
The changes wrought by this spell fail to hold up to physical inspection. For example, if you use this spell to add a hat to your outfit, objects pass through the hat, and anyone who touches it would feel nothing or would feel your head and hair. If you use this spell to appear thinner than you are, the hand of someone who reaches out to touch you would bump into you while it was seemingly still in midair.
To discern that you are disguised, a creature can use its action to inspect your appearance and must succeed on an intelligence (Investigation) check against your spell save DC.


I change my simple outfit into a more roguish look. Black cloak with hood down, dark linen light pants, padded black shoes. I keep it simple and only change my ears to look more human. Hopefully my disguise holds up long enough to make some quick friends.

I stand back up keep watching for anything out of the ordinary.

Perception:[result]10&5,1d20,5,10&1d20+5[/result]
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Reic

Kioko Fawks

"Sir Shaun, I'd advise you find trustworthy people for this task. However you do not have the time for this, so send me as one of the people to go through. You may not know me, but I'm sure you have at least heard of my family, the Fawks family. We are raised and prepared for situations like this." I say with a soothing breeze. " I would make one request, for that man to also be a part of this endevor," I point to the man with god like proportions with the warhammer I saw before, "he is the only one of skill I have seen so far."

Before he can even respond I take a places a few steps behind him. With each step, the earth trembles with the weight of my resolve. I look to the balcony to see what the aristocrats are doing with this news. Then I scan the crowd from my new vantage point one last time to see if anyone stands out.

Perception [result]18&13,1d20,5,18&1d20+5[/result]
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XononoX

With the number of people being allowed through now limited, the time for action has come.

Approached by a man of the faith, Ted is offered an alliance.

"You seek the power of divinity, friend? It seems we have something in common. Let us join forces!" Ted beams at the man.

He looks around. He needs a team to get the attention of the man in the plate armor.

A woman mentions him from behind. She walks as though the Earth is pushing back against her as an equal. Ted points at her and makes eye contact. "You!"

He seeks out the Wizard and the Dwarf from earlier. He points at them as well, shouting, "You two!" He senses a conflict with a large half-orc brute.

Perhaps Ted can demonstrate his prowess to Reginald and build a team with one maneuver? He stands tall and approaches the half-orc.

"Calm yourself, Lock-Jaw, these two are with me!"
(Intimidate to Lockjaw) [result]17&14,1d20,3,17&1d20+3[/result]

Ted shrugs at the two men and shouts to the man in Plate. "Sir Reginald! I will find this thief and return your magic stones."

He turns around to his new companions and shouts, "Come, friends. Let's kill together!"
(Persuasion to Sir Reginald) [result]12&9,1d20,3,12&1d20+3[/result]
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Ryan
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Kioko
Sir Shawn pounds his fist into an open palm "Oh! Why yes, actually, I have: the Fawks family is renowned for their good deeds and civic contributions. I would of course be honored to..."

"Now hold on a minute!" Another human from nearby shouts up, "I've many noble acts myself. My partner and I freed a village from goblin raiders just last month." An elf props up as well, "And my clan has overseen the well-being of the Feywind Forests for generations. And just because she," the elf points a finger towards you, full of spite, "is a member of the Fawks family does mean their accomplishments should account for her. Raised by them or no, what worth does pedigree have against actual deeds performed?"

"You all have a point, true," Shawn relents, "But, be that as it may... I believe this girl has already earned a place in line." He smiles as he turns to you, "Not because of your lineage: but because if it weren't for you, I think I would still be stammering about and apologizing with no explanation! I have to admit, public speaking was never my strongest suit: particularly when there's bad news." At this news, they all groan and shake their heads in dissatisfaction. Your courage in speaking directly to the man first seems to have pulled through.

With your place secured, you take a few steps up the steps leading to the temple, using the heightened vantage point to leer of the rest of the crowd. The nobles seem to, as they were, be taking all of this in stride,though you swear in the place you were looking before, there is one less aristocrat. You also happen to spot a new, hooded face emerge from the crowd that seems less familiar... though it could be just your imagination. I mean, there's hundreds here. What's one new face you perhaps didn't spot before?

James

With the crowd as agitated and riled as it is, not one soul notices you as you dip down underneath the heads of even the halflings in the crowd, casting your magic to change your appearance to that of a common rogue in black clothes and a hood. Your disguise is complete, and by the time you re-emerge from the prone position, you seem to have blended in with all. The hulking man you are following seems to be making a move, and from the sounds of the knight's explanations to the riled up crowd around him, he's made a decision on the girl you spotted earlier. Very good choice, it seems. Other than this, there is nothing else in particular that stands out among the adventurers.

Your sneaky tactics have placed you a fair bit behind the crowd, however, and while you are certainly incognito, the knight you are trying to convince (or swindle) is some distance away.

Ted, Meisu, Herschel, Meleke

The half-orc, about Ted's height, sneers and growls at you in defiance, but you see him stepping back. "Lock-Jaw don't like cutters..." From behind the half-orc, a human pulls on his arm, "Woah, easy big guy. It ain't worth it." Lock-Jaw gives one final snort, and leaves Meleke alone as he backs off. Meisu is pulled in close to join the group.

As Lock-Jaw submits, Sir Shawn rubs his chin, "Very impressive! And my associate," he points at thumb at the girl, "Highly recommends you as well. Alright, that's two! I think I can do with just four more."

As you make the call to action with your friends, Reginald holds up his arms, "Woah, heh, let's not get ahead of ourselves: there'll be plenty of killing later on, I promise. But I haven't decided if your friends can join us... though I don't suppose I see the harm?"

"I see plenty of harm!" That human who pulled back Lock-Jaw, an eye-patch bearing fellow with scraggly grey hair steps forward. "Look, regardless of whether we all get in eventually, there's two things you have to consider." He holds up two fingers, "Firstly, unless your team is the best of the best of what you have to offer here, the chances aren't their greatest we'll actually get our stones back. And this guy," he pats Lock-Jaw's shoulder, "Is an asset you'd have to be completely stupid to pass up. Secondly: even if we all get in eventually, the group that go with you get a head start! How is that fair to the rest of us? Obviously, it ain't, so those few that get to join you need to have earned that head start. Warhammer here," he raises a hand to Ted, "may be worth it, but just because you are a good fighter doesn't mean you choose good fighters."

"That's fair," Reginald taps the hilt of his sheathed sword, deep in thought, "The ones I take with me will be getting a bit of a lead... excuse me, warrior?" He asks of Ted, "These individuals you have grouped around you, what are their credentials? Why do you believe them the best fit to accompany us?"
Edited by Ryan, Sep 3 2014, 06:19 PM.
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