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<blockquote data-quote="LordVyreth" data-source="post: 3139014" data-attributes="member: 9626"><p><strong>Welcome To...<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite7" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue :p" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":p" />ure Chaos at its Most Depressed State</strong></p><p></p><p>As usual, the party had a prisoner to deal with, and as usual, Luke had to lead the argument about why simply killing him was wrong. Again as usual, appealing to the party’s general greed seemed to do it. The orc chief agreed to lead the party to his tribe’s treasure room and disable its traps in exchange for his life and the lives of the rest of his people. And so, the party had to once again enter the orc territory to enter the orc’s treasure room. On the way, they had to pass through the orc’s prison. There, the rotting remains of a human or near-human humanoid could be seen chained to the wall. At least two other cells were in the room, though both had solid walls, preventing the party from seeing the prisoners. Luke was disgusted at the sight of the dead being. “Why would you do this?” he demanded of their orc captive. </p><p></p><p> After Grim translated, the chief looked unconcerned. “I wouldn’t worry about that one,” he replied. “They’re allies of the Squeakers that ended up in the wrong place. They invaded our home; there’s nothing wrong with defending your home.”</p><p></p><p> The party considered complaining further, but Grim glanced at the body and noticed it too had the tattoo of a dragon eating its own tail. He suspected that whoever this man was, he got what he deserved.</p><p></p><p> While the party was debating, though, a voice could be heard shouting from the more well-maintained of the two cells. “Who is out there?” the voice inquired in surprisingly well enunciated Common. “Will I finally be rescued from these mental savages?” </p><p></p><p> The voice continued to plead, despite the orc chief orders to shut it up, but the condensation in the speaker’s voice made it hard for even Luke to find much sympathy for him. Besides, the party had to quickly escape the Gate of Madness to get to the town Callis mentioned that was only a day from the Gate. They weren’t entire sure if the caravan would actually stop at the entrance to the Gate itself or just the town, and they weren’t eager to find out!</p><p></p><p> The orc chief led the party to the next room, which seemed to be a more natural cavern, but not before flipping a seemingly random number of switches in the prison. As he opened the chest in the next room, the chief explained the switches through Grim. As he explained, he pointed at several wooden doors located on the walls of the cavern. “We trap our treasures. If you opened the chest without the levers, those doors would open and release some of the monsters we captured. They look like much worse monsters, but they actually explode when attacked.”</p><p></p><p> Lorren nodded as he heard the description. “If these things are what I think they are, it’s a very good thing we didn’t find this place before.”</p><p></p><p> After looting the orcs’ treasures, the party decided that their business was complete, and they didn’t want to further incur the orcs’ (or Luke’s) wrath. Leaving the orcs in relative peace, the party used the goblin’s stairway to return to the first floor. Despite the goblin chief’s offer to again give their sauna a try, the party opted out and began what was a surprisingly uneventful journey to the nearby down. When they reached Crimmor, the town, they were a little overwhelmed at its size.</p><p></p><p> “I, I though Callis said it was a tiny town,” Ik stammered. “This place is about half the size of Fra Dane!”</p><p></p><p> “Say, does anyone even remember the name of the town that Callis gave us? Maybe we’re in the wrong place,” Elvis asked, but everyone (besides Chitka, for obvious reasons,) looked like they couldn’t remember.</p><p></p><p> “It only took us a day to get here,” Anastacia countered. “This must be the place!”</p><p></p><p> Anxiously, but eager for a real meal and a place to sell their treasures, the party entered the town. There, they soon learned that the town had recently had economic boom in the last few years, primarily as the result of commerce coming out of the Gate of Madness and the trade that resulted. The story sounded a little fishy to the party. After all, if that was really true, why would the continent’s largest caravan company only have a stop every 2-3 months? Nonetheless, the excess of wealth did come in handy both in unloading the many items the party obtained and to quickly obtain new magical and other items. Soon, though, Elvis and Ik noticed something that bothered them, even if they didn’t understand it. Almost one in every ten or twenty people they saw had at least some of a strange tattoo visible. It resembled a dragon eating its own tail. Confused on its meaning, they asked the rest of the party about it, but as usual, Grim didn’t seem interested in giving any details. However, he definitely was far more careful in his journeys through the city from then on.</p><p></p><p> Soon, the party realized that the caravan was apparently running late, and it was getting late in the day. As a result, while the rest of the party was selling their equipment and buying new supplies, Anastacia once again taking advantage of her “Prophesized One” status to find a decent inn for herself and her friends. The innkeepers here were less receptive than earlier ones, but she still managed to find rooms in one of the nicer inns. When she went to her room for the night, though, she soon discovered another inhabitant. From the other side of the window, a small cat was plaintively wailing at her. Anastacia suspiciously looked at it, but after seeing that it just looked hungry, she apprehensively let it into her room and gave it something to eat. Soon, the rest of the party, save Enrique who was more comfortable in a traditional dive, joined her at her inn.</p><p></p><p> Before they could rest for long, though, their sleep was interrupted by an entire different cry outside. The party (including Enrique, who could even hear the scream from his inn much farther down the road,) went to investigate, but they didn’t even have to look past their windows to see what happened. A body was lying in the road, a pool of blood slowly growing underneath it! Only Chitka, who apparently didn’t even hear the scream, remained behind in his room.</p><p></p><p> By the time the party was outside, a small crowd had gathered. This town gave the impression of a tough frontier town, but a brazen attack like this was enough to even attract the populace’s attention. Even worse, the clothing of the man suggested that he was a nobleman, making this a very serious issue indeed. Before the Crimmor law could arrive, the party gave the body a cursory once-over. Elvis and Luke easily confirmed that he was dead, and that he apparently died of only one wound. His throat was slit, and while there were some signs of struggle, it apparently ended very quickly. Even more importantly, they once again saw the dragon tattoo on the body, letting Grim realize that this was more than it seemed.</p><p></p><p> Finally, the law arrived. A woman wearing the colors of the local guard quickly announced her presence. Captain Gilliam Coldclence, as her medal read, quickly investigated the body and drew the same conclusions the party did. “Gerard Ophal,” she muttered as she looked at the body. “The son and heir of the Ophal noble family; this is a very serious crime.” She appeared to have a hurried look about her, though, as if she was too busy to deal with the situation or simply didn’t want to in the first place. Her gaze fixated on the party. “You, I heard of you. You’re the adventurers who arrived to town yesterday, right?” </p><p></p><p> The party exchanged glances; achieving notoriety might not be such a good thing in this situation. “Yes, we are,” Luke finally replied with reluctance. “Is there a problem?”</p><p></p><p> “Oh, not at all,” Gilliam replied. “Actually, I might be able to use her help. We’re understaffed and buried in reports tonight.”</p><p></p><p> “Are murders like this common?” Grim replied with concern.</p><p></p><p> “Oh, no, nothing like that,” Gilliam responded quickly. “It’s mostly just bar fights, muggings, that sort of thing. Nothing unusual. But each one still must be investigated. Reports must be made, suspects questioned, and paperwork filled out. We don’t have time to get this body to its proper place. I heard enough about you to think that I can trust you to bring this body safely to the town’s noble crypts. I’m willing to offer 2,000 gold.”</p><p></p><p> Something didn’t seem right about this situation, but the party couldn’t say no to the price. “I don’t suppose you’re willing to raise the price to 2,100?” Enrique asked. “After all, there are seven of us here.”</p><p></p><p> “Sure, no problem,” Gilliam tensely replied, raising the party’s suspicions further. </p><p></p><p> “Where is this crypt?” Luke asked.</p><p></p><p> Gilliam pointed to the southeast. “There’s a hill just ten minutes outside of town. The crypt is located inside it.”</p><p></p><p> Counting the trip outside of the city and the return trip, that was a reward of thousands of gold for an hour of work. Even so, the party carefully agreed and began the journey to the crypt. A few minutes after they began, while they were still in the city, the sound of a bell could be heard. It sounded like some sort of alert or warning alarm, most likely to announce the death of a noble, but it apparently didn’t evoke the concern of the rest of the town. As they left, Anastacia noticed that the cat was still following her.</p><p></p><p> The party reached the crypt without incident. When they arrived, though, they found that the gate to the crypt was poorly maintained. Moss covered the name of the crypt and most of the rest of the gate. It nonetheless opened properly, and the party easily entered. There, they followed instructions Gilliam gave them to leave the body in the Embalming Room for study, possible clue gathering, and preparations for either resurrection or final burial. Doing so, however, would involve using a simple hand-operated elevator. As the party descended, they could hear a strange, inhuman sobbing coming from below. When they reached the floor of the Embalming Room, they could see three gigantic, vaguely humanoid frogs bawling near the door to the room.</p><p></p><p> After they realized that the frogs seemingly had no interest in them and weren’t obstructing their path to the room, the party mostly seemed intent on ignoring them, but Lorren couldn’t suppress his curiosity. “What are you crying about?” he asked.</p><p></p><p> One of the frogs contained his burbling weeping long enough to reply. “We can’t find our master,” he(?) explained. “We know it must be here, but we can’t find it.”</p><p></p><p> Ik seemed touched by the sad beings. “Well, maybe we can help. What does it look like?”</p><p></p><p> The frog’s apparent ambassador replied, “It looks like everything.”</p><p></p><p> That bothered Lorren. “How do you know one of us isn’t your master, then?”</p><p></p><p> The frog looked up and replied. “You looked the same for too long. You’re one thing.”</p><p></p><p> This suggested, to Lorren at least, that this master must be some kind of shape-changer, but that didn’t help the party find it, and they were in a hurry. “We hope you find your master,” Luke added as the party moved past them into the Embalming Room.</p><p></p><p> As soon as they entered the room, they could tell that something was amiss. The light of the Everburning Torch that Luke wisely purchased shone throughout the room, revealing that the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in dozens of magical runes. Lorren quickly examined the runes and explained their purpose. “They appear to have some times to another plane. This might be a summoning circle of some kind.” However, the runes seemed to have no effect, so the party placed the body in the room. According to Gilliam’s instructions, they were supposed to wait for the official crypt’s undertaker to be awakened and taken to the crypt, which should only take a few more minutes than the party’s trip. However, one minute later, the entire room went black, and the party soon realized that this job was not everything they were told it would be!</p><p></p><p> The light soon returned to the room, but it was not the same. The runes were glowing, and the very door the party used to enter the room was gone. Instead, another tunnel led upwards. As soon as the party came to their senses, they could see what looked like a spectral version of Gerard was rising out of his own body! Almost instinctively, he left the room using the new tunnel. As he left, though, he dropped a piece of paper, which turned solid upon touching the ground. The party quickly looked over it and saw what appeared to be a map of Crimmor, with several locations circled in red. </p><p></p><p> With some hesitation, the party prepared to follow Gerard. However, as soon as she set foot in the tunnel, Ik felt her backpack vibrate. Remembering what Lorren said about the runes and the letter Guillermo left about the Infernal Egg, she immediately ran back into the room, where the egg harmlessly returned to normal. </p><p></p><p> “This means that we’re entering a different plane of reality entirely!” Lorren exclaimed.</p><p></p><p> “I’m more worried about the Egg,” Enrique replied.</p><p></p><p> “Well, we can hide it in this room,” Luke replied. “Once we figure out how we got here and find a way back, we can go back and get the Egg. There are plenty of places to hide it here. There are urns, body wrappings…”</p><p></p><p> “The body itself…” Enrique suggested.</p><p></p><p> Everyone glared at him, forcing him to reply. “What? It’s not like he’ll notice now. Who would look?”</p><p></p><p> Ik chuckled. “It would be funny if we somehow found a way to bring him back to life, only for him to die because of the giant egg inside his body.”</p><p></p><p> While everyone was talking, an annoyed Luke simply grabbed the Egg and hid it in the urn. Now satisfied, he left the room, and party immediately followed. The path took them, oddly, to the same entrance the party used to first enter the crypt, even though the original hallway and all other paths to the room were gone. In addition, the gate suddenly appeared better maintained, to the point where the party can read its name: The Silent Hill Crypt.</p><p></p><p> OOC Notes: This game will hopefully start a tradition in my game; an October horror-themed story. Anyone who regularly plays video games or is into horror movies probably has some idea of what’s coming at this point, but I’ll leave the details for the next update.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="LordVyreth, post: 3139014, member: 9626"] [b]Welcome To...:Pure Chaos at its Most Depressed State[/b] As usual, the party had a prisoner to deal with, and as usual, Luke had to lead the argument about why simply killing him was wrong. Again as usual, appealing to the party’s general greed seemed to do it. The orc chief agreed to lead the party to his tribe’s treasure room and disable its traps in exchange for his life and the lives of the rest of his people. And so, the party had to once again enter the orc territory to enter the orc’s treasure room. On the way, they had to pass through the orc’s prison. There, the rotting remains of a human or near-human humanoid could be seen chained to the wall. At least two other cells were in the room, though both had solid walls, preventing the party from seeing the prisoners. Luke was disgusted at the sight of the dead being. “Why would you do this?” he demanded of their orc captive. After Grim translated, the chief looked unconcerned. “I wouldn’t worry about that one,” he replied. “They’re allies of the Squeakers that ended up in the wrong place. They invaded our home; there’s nothing wrong with defending your home.” The party considered complaining further, but Grim glanced at the body and noticed it too had the tattoo of a dragon eating its own tail. He suspected that whoever this man was, he got what he deserved. While the party was debating, though, a voice could be heard shouting from the more well-maintained of the two cells. “Who is out there?” the voice inquired in surprisingly well enunciated Common. “Will I finally be rescued from these mental savages?” The voice continued to plead, despite the orc chief orders to shut it up, but the condensation in the speaker’s voice made it hard for even Luke to find much sympathy for him. Besides, the party had to quickly escape the Gate of Madness to get to the town Callis mentioned that was only a day from the Gate. They weren’t entire sure if the caravan would actually stop at the entrance to the Gate itself or just the town, and they weren’t eager to find out! The orc chief led the party to the next room, which seemed to be a more natural cavern, but not before flipping a seemingly random number of switches in the prison. As he opened the chest in the next room, the chief explained the switches through Grim. As he explained, he pointed at several wooden doors located on the walls of the cavern. “We trap our treasures. If you opened the chest without the levers, those doors would open and release some of the monsters we captured. They look like much worse monsters, but they actually explode when attacked.” Lorren nodded as he heard the description. “If these things are what I think they are, it’s a very good thing we didn’t find this place before.” After looting the orcs’ treasures, the party decided that their business was complete, and they didn’t want to further incur the orcs’ (or Luke’s) wrath. Leaving the orcs in relative peace, the party used the goblin’s stairway to return to the first floor. Despite the goblin chief’s offer to again give their sauna a try, the party opted out and began what was a surprisingly uneventful journey to the nearby down. When they reached Crimmor, the town, they were a little overwhelmed at its size. “I, I though Callis said it was a tiny town,” Ik stammered. “This place is about half the size of Fra Dane!” “Say, does anyone even remember the name of the town that Callis gave us? Maybe we’re in the wrong place,” Elvis asked, but everyone (besides Chitka, for obvious reasons,) looked like they couldn’t remember. “It only took us a day to get here,” Anastacia countered. “This must be the place!” Anxiously, but eager for a real meal and a place to sell their treasures, the party entered the town. There, they soon learned that the town had recently had economic boom in the last few years, primarily as the result of commerce coming out of the Gate of Madness and the trade that resulted. The story sounded a little fishy to the party. After all, if that was really true, why would the continent’s largest caravan company only have a stop every 2-3 months? Nonetheless, the excess of wealth did come in handy both in unloading the many items the party obtained and to quickly obtain new magical and other items. Soon, though, Elvis and Ik noticed something that bothered them, even if they didn’t understand it. Almost one in every ten or twenty people they saw had at least some of a strange tattoo visible. It resembled a dragon eating its own tail. Confused on its meaning, they asked the rest of the party about it, but as usual, Grim didn’t seem interested in giving any details. However, he definitely was far more careful in his journeys through the city from then on. Soon, the party realized that the caravan was apparently running late, and it was getting late in the day. As a result, while the rest of the party was selling their equipment and buying new supplies, Anastacia once again taking advantage of her “Prophesized One” status to find a decent inn for herself and her friends. The innkeepers here were less receptive than earlier ones, but she still managed to find rooms in one of the nicer inns. When she went to her room for the night, though, she soon discovered another inhabitant. From the other side of the window, a small cat was plaintively wailing at her. Anastacia suspiciously looked at it, but after seeing that it just looked hungry, she apprehensively let it into her room and gave it something to eat. Soon, the rest of the party, save Enrique who was more comfortable in a traditional dive, joined her at her inn. Before they could rest for long, though, their sleep was interrupted by an entire different cry outside. The party (including Enrique, who could even hear the scream from his inn much farther down the road,) went to investigate, but they didn’t even have to look past their windows to see what happened. A body was lying in the road, a pool of blood slowly growing underneath it! Only Chitka, who apparently didn’t even hear the scream, remained behind in his room. By the time the party was outside, a small crowd had gathered. This town gave the impression of a tough frontier town, but a brazen attack like this was enough to even attract the populace’s attention. Even worse, the clothing of the man suggested that he was a nobleman, making this a very serious issue indeed. Before the Crimmor law could arrive, the party gave the body a cursory once-over. Elvis and Luke easily confirmed that he was dead, and that he apparently died of only one wound. His throat was slit, and while there were some signs of struggle, it apparently ended very quickly. Even more importantly, they once again saw the dragon tattoo on the body, letting Grim realize that this was more than it seemed. Finally, the law arrived. A woman wearing the colors of the local guard quickly announced her presence. Captain Gilliam Coldclence, as her medal read, quickly investigated the body and drew the same conclusions the party did. “Gerard Ophal,” she muttered as she looked at the body. “The son and heir of the Ophal noble family; this is a very serious crime.” She appeared to have a hurried look about her, though, as if she was too busy to deal with the situation or simply didn’t want to in the first place. Her gaze fixated on the party. “You, I heard of you. You’re the adventurers who arrived to town yesterday, right?” The party exchanged glances; achieving notoriety might not be such a good thing in this situation. “Yes, we are,” Luke finally replied with reluctance. “Is there a problem?” “Oh, not at all,” Gilliam replied. “Actually, I might be able to use her help. We’re understaffed and buried in reports tonight.” “Are murders like this common?” Grim replied with concern. “Oh, no, nothing like that,” Gilliam responded quickly. “It’s mostly just bar fights, muggings, that sort of thing. Nothing unusual. But each one still must be investigated. Reports must be made, suspects questioned, and paperwork filled out. We don’t have time to get this body to its proper place. I heard enough about you to think that I can trust you to bring this body safely to the town’s noble crypts. I’m willing to offer 2,000 gold.” Something didn’t seem right about this situation, but the party couldn’t say no to the price. “I don’t suppose you’re willing to raise the price to 2,100?” Enrique asked. “After all, there are seven of us here.” “Sure, no problem,” Gilliam tensely replied, raising the party’s suspicions further. “Where is this crypt?” Luke asked. Gilliam pointed to the southeast. “There’s a hill just ten minutes outside of town. The crypt is located inside it.” Counting the trip outside of the city and the return trip, that was a reward of thousands of gold for an hour of work. Even so, the party carefully agreed and began the journey to the crypt. A few minutes after they began, while they were still in the city, the sound of a bell could be heard. It sounded like some sort of alert or warning alarm, most likely to announce the death of a noble, but it apparently didn’t evoke the concern of the rest of the town. As they left, Anastacia noticed that the cat was still following her. The party reached the crypt without incident. When they arrived, though, they found that the gate to the crypt was poorly maintained. Moss covered the name of the crypt and most of the rest of the gate. It nonetheless opened properly, and the party easily entered. There, they followed instructions Gilliam gave them to leave the body in the Embalming Room for study, possible clue gathering, and preparations for either resurrection or final burial. Doing so, however, would involve using a simple hand-operated elevator. As the party descended, they could hear a strange, inhuman sobbing coming from below. When they reached the floor of the Embalming Room, they could see three gigantic, vaguely humanoid frogs bawling near the door to the room. After they realized that the frogs seemingly had no interest in them and weren’t obstructing their path to the room, the party mostly seemed intent on ignoring them, but Lorren couldn’t suppress his curiosity. “What are you crying about?” he asked. One of the frogs contained his burbling weeping long enough to reply. “We can’t find our master,” he(?) explained. “We know it must be here, but we can’t find it.” Ik seemed touched by the sad beings. “Well, maybe we can help. What does it look like?” The frog’s apparent ambassador replied, “It looks like everything.” That bothered Lorren. “How do you know one of us isn’t your master, then?” The frog looked up and replied. “You looked the same for too long. You’re one thing.” This suggested, to Lorren at least, that this master must be some kind of shape-changer, but that didn’t help the party find it, and they were in a hurry. “We hope you find your master,” Luke added as the party moved past them into the Embalming Room. As soon as they entered the room, they could tell that something was amiss. The light of the Everburning Torch that Luke wisely purchased shone throughout the room, revealing that the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in dozens of magical runes. Lorren quickly examined the runes and explained their purpose. “They appear to have some times to another plane. This might be a summoning circle of some kind.” However, the runes seemed to have no effect, so the party placed the body in the room. According to Gilliam’s instructions, they were supposed to wait for the official crypt’s undertaker to be awakened and taken to the crypt, which should only take a few more minutes than the party’s trip. However, one minute later, the entire room went black, and the party soon realized that this job was not everything they were told it would be! The light soon returned to the room, but it was not the same. The runes were glowing, and the very door the party used to enter the room was gone. Instead, another tunnel led upwards. As soon as the party came to their senses, they could see what looked like a spectral version of Gerard was rising out of his own body! Almost instinctively, he left the room using the new tunnel. As he left, though, he dropped a piece of paper, which turned solid upon touching the ground. The party quickly looked over it and saw what appeared to be a map of Crimmor, with several locations circled in red. With some hesitation, the party prepared to follow Gerard. However, as soon as she set foot in the tunnel, Ik felt her backpack vibrate. Remembering what Lorren said about the runes and the letter Guillermo left about the Infernal Egg, she immediately ran back into the room, where the egg harmlessly returned to normal. “This means that we’re entering a different plane of reality entirely!” Lorren exclaimed. “I’m more worried about the Egg,” Enrique replied. “Well, we can hide it in this room,” Luke replied. “Once we figure out how we got here and find a way back, we can go back and get the Egg. There are plenty of places to hide it here. There are urns, body wrappings…” “The body itself…” Enrique suggested. Everyone glared at him, forcing him to reply. “What? It’s not like he’ll notice now. Who would look?” Ik chuckled. “It would be funny if we somehow found a way to bring him back to life, only for him to die because of the giant egg inside his body.” While everyone was talking, an annoyed Luke simply grabbed the Egg and hid it in the urn. Now satisfied, he left the room, and party immediately followed. The path took them, oddly, to the same entrance the party used to first enter the crypt, even though the original hallway and all other paths to the room were gone. In addition, the gate suddenly appeared better maintained, to the point where the party can read its name: The Silent Hill Crypt. OOC Notes: This game will hopefully start a tradition in my game; an October horror-themed story. Anyone who regularly plays video games or is into horror movies probably has some idea of what’s coming at this point, but I’ll leave the details for the next update. [/QUOTE]
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