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Regdar
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posted 08-08-2001 08:11 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Bah enough of this touchy feely crap.

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 08:48 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
For once, I agree with Regdar.

Mialee is known for getting violent when she's coping with her hangovers

I want to kill something, dammit! *groan*...
Let's get going already.

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posted 08-08-2001 10:19 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
The mayor, sputtering since Regdar first started talking, finally regains his senses.

"Regdar!" he exclaims. "I resent that! Evil cult? The very thought that I.. I..." Aniel places her hand on his shoulder, and he calms down a bit and regains control. He looks angry. Casting a glare at Regdar, he addresses the questions.

"I have no idea as to what is in the vault; in fact, I've never heard so many details of it before yesterday! Nor have I heard of this secret before. The Baron was.." he pauses to choose his words. "Tightmouthed. As to the curse, if that's what it is, many people somehow think that Paytro somehow brought demons to the land. Nothing has seemed right here since Amelia disappeared so many years ago. Many people have left, but some people have simply disappeared.. vanished from their houses in the middle of the night, gone for good. Between that and the sickness many people developed, the Baron eventually came to rule over a largely abandoned forest." He sighs. "It's unfortunate, really. Such a proud, good family."

Aniel speaks up. "As you can imagine, after the Baron died we searched the house quite completely, looking for plans to the vault. We found none. Either they are well hidden, or they don't exist. No help there, I'm afraid."

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posted 08-08-2001 10:34 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
"Well, I think that's everything. Good luck, and may the Gods bless you in your endeavors. I hope you help my friend's soul rest more easily." The Mayor looks around, and his eyes fall upon Naull. "Excuse me, Madam. I do not believe that I saw your key yesterday. If you could be so kind, please...?" And under his breath, as they file out of the room, Lidda's and Kerwyn's sharp ears pick up a muttered "hummph, evil cults..."

Meanwhile, Aniel begins to lead the heroes out of the cramped drawing room and into the hall. "The wine cellar is in the basement, of course. Most of the good vintages were cleared out years ago, but the shelves are still there." She opens a door and indicates stairs, leading down into darkness. The smell of mold, and musty air, tickle your nostrils.

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 11:13 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Walking straight down.

Regdar, keep your sword sheathed. We don't need to topple any wine racks over containing even one vintage that predates my birth.

That goes for anyone else, especially those of you wearing armor and lots of cumbersome metal- watch your step.

Shall we light a torch?

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Piratecat
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posted 08-08-2001 11:23 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
It's certainly dark down there. Mialee, cobwebs brush against your face as you lead down the stairs. You can hear the clumping (and pattering) of feet behind you. Ahead of you at the base of the stairs, your sensitive eyes pick up a solid oak door. In the faint light coming from up the stairs, you can see that it looks tightly closed.

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 11:30 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Tries opening the door meekly

This is obviously a job for large, muscular folk. Regdar, Tordek, think you can open this without breaking it?

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Piratecat
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posted 08-08-2001 11:37 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Mialee, it's either locked or jammed, hard to tell which.

You notice that once upon a time the door was probably beautiful; the carvings in it depicting a vinyard were masterfully carved, probably by elves. Now, of course, the wood needs oiling and cleaning. As you look down, you see a small spider scuttling across the your hand from its web near the door latch!

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 11:54 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
UGH, A SPIDER!

shakes hand, recoils in disgust. One eye is wide, the other closed. Mialee's hair practically stands up on end from the shock.

Looks around

Uh, what I mean by that is that this is an old and well-crafted door of elven design. I would appreciate it, as would the spirit of Paytro NeMoren I'm certain, if we could open this with as little damage as possible. Lockpic-- uh... smiths? Care to give it a try?

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~Mialee

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Regdar
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posted 08-08-2001 11:59 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Yack, yack people disappearing

See Regdar was right, evil cult. See they think they can fool Regdar, but Regdar knows how this works.

Walking down the stares, waving the cobwebs away with the flick of a hand.

Bah save your warnings woman, Regdar knows how to take care off Regdar, wouldn't want to break any of this swill anyway. Good ale is the way to go.

Looking to the wooden door unappreciatively with a yawn.

Bah the doors locked, Regdar has a way to open it, step back time to make some kindling.

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Regdars House of Ale and Whores

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 12:04 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
NO NO NO!!! DON'T SMASH IT!!

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Jozan of Pelor
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posted 08-08-2001 12:32 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Jozan of Pelor     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by Alhandra:
And Vadania - my healing is open to comrades in good standing, but I must say I did not "lay hands" of either kind on the good Jozan here.

Jozan blinks. “Certainly not! I am in perfect health!” His gaze moves curiously from the Paladin to the Druid and back. He blinks and rubs his chin.

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Jozan of Pelor
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posted 08-08-2001 12:33 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Jozan of Pelor     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Jozan pauses on the stairs to pull a foot-long iron rod out of his pack. He strikes it against his forearm and it emits a bright, steady light—giving the many well-polished images of Pelor adorning his person a golden glow.

Then he moves in beside Redgar. “Calm down, Redgar. Let’s give this door a bit of illumination first, shall we? Hmmm...is there a lock, or will we have to force it?”

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Piratecat
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posted 08-08-2001 12:39 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
There's a lock, all right.. an old one, with a lock plate designed to look like a bunch of grapes. Little flecks of rust adorn its dulled surface.

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Lidda
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posted 08-08-2001 12:52 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lidda     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
In a fit of boredom, Lidda has gone from melancholy to fiery, to fidgety and finally, to sleep. Yet when she hears the Mayor come back in she suddenly perks up and at the instant that the vault is mentioned her gear is on her back and she's beside the door, waiting impatiently for Regdar and the rest to shut up.

Before Regdar has a chance to smash open the door, Lidda appears besides Mialee. A dagger flashes as if from mid-air and into her hand and she sticks the spider with it to the door, where it was flicked by Mialee.

Using the dagger to hold a small rock that glows with magical fire, she leans down and reaches into her backpack. Appearing in her hand is a fine set of tools wrapped in oiled leather.

She proceeds to check over the entrance with a stern and serious look on her face. Then, all of a sudden, she turns to the rest of the group.

I swear on Trithereon's honor that if any of you bore me as silly as I was over the last day and a bit, I'm going to sneak attack you and then push you into a spiked pit trap that I will have detected and you will have not.

Devis, Mialee, Regdar... whatever happened to the good old days of insults, meta-gaming, referring to our WotC contracts and media deals? I swear, all this roleplaying is beginning to bug me...

Lidda sighs and turns back to the job at hand, a look of consternation now about her features.

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 12:58 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Thanks for the help with the spider. I just get creeped out by those things.

chuckles nervously

If it's the consensus of the others, I'd be happy to begin complaining about how my WotC contract mentions NOTHING about participating in third-party d20 modules. As it is now, I like being "Frail and graceful in appearance, Mialee underwent a spellcasting education that prepared her well for the adventuring life. With a host of arcane spells at the ready, she stands bravely with her companions as she wields her magic with skill. Should the need arise, her longsword and elven bow are never far from reach."

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Regdar
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posted 08-08-2001 01:17 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Bah what do you think Regdar has been doing, obviously the little one needs to pay more attention to what's going on around her. Now hurry up with that thing, Regdar needs to kill.

Mialee, you think it's hard, try being the representative for our Iconic group and they can't even decide what sword Regdar uses.

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Piratecat
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posted 08-08-2001 03:18 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Lidda, the lock is ludicrously easy. Twelve seconds and a *snik*, and the old, rusted bolt snaps open.

Now what?

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Mialee
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posted 08-08-2001 03:21 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Good job, Lidda! Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps it IS worth putting up with your ceaseless whining and pranks to take advantage of your skills as a rogue.

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Alhandra
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posted 08-08-2001 03:39 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Alhandra     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
quote:
Originally posted by Lidda:
I swear on Trithereon's honor that if any of you bore me as silly as I was over the last day and a bit, I'm going to sneak attack you and then push you into a spiked pit trap that I will have detected and you will have not.

*Alhandra strides forward after that palpable threat escapes the small halfling's lips

Alhandra turns Lidda around by the ever-present bedroll on Lidda's back, and makes sure to lock eyes with the shifty one*

"Lidda, I entreat you to be careful with the words that you say!
I will let you off with a warning - THIS time...
...there will be NO acts of violence against anyone of your party members, is that understood, little one?!

There is not a one of us who is "all that" (as I hear some street people exclaim).
Even I, Alhandra - the gods' physical representative in the world, their right hand of justice, their righter of wrongs - even I can be left behind if I become a detriment to our mission.

So, Lidda- DON'T become a detriment.

I swear to Hieroneous himself that if you so much as raise one hand 'gainst a member of our party, I shall chain you up like a common street-rat!"

*Disturbed by the rogue's irrational outburst, Alhandra will detect evil in the vicinity after a bit...attempting to determine whether or not Lidda has "gone to the dark side" between adventures.*

*Alhandra stands up, looking down on the prepubescent child.. oh! I mean full-"grown" halfling.... as far as that goes*

"Now, Lidda... are you through with your outburst, or should I take out your blanky that seems to be on you every single moment of the day?

If you feel put out by attempting to open a rusty lock, I'm sure one of us could simply break the old lock - it doesn't exactly look to be in the best of condition"

[OOC] Is that better, Lidda?
I figured Intimidation was more appropriate in this situation than Diplomacy...[/OOC]

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Ma'varkith
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posted 08-08-2001 03:39 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ma'varkith   Click Here to Email Ma'varkith     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Her shield slung over her shoulder, Ma'Varkith draws a sunrod from her pack and strikes it. Waiting for a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lignt, she turns to the others gathered around the door. As she draws her sword, the tattoos around her eyes shift to a deep crimson hue.

"Marching order? General strategy should we find something on the other side of the door that objects to our presence?"

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Regdar
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posted 08-08-2001 03:47 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Alright enough with the Sunrods? Now can we decide who has the light so this brilliance off light that is reflecting off Jozan's cod piece doesn't blind Regdar.

Alhandra, be easy on Lidda, she's always like this, her threats are just empty disturbance to get the rest of us motivated. And I beg to differ, without Regdar, well we would not be able to proceed.

Smiling side

Now step aside Lidda.

Boot to the door.

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posted 08-08-2001 04:22 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
quote:
Originally posted by Regdar:
Boot to the door.

And the door snaps inward.

The room that both sunrods reveal is dusty and disused. The smell of mold tickles your nostrils as you look around; 20' across and stretching perhaps 50' from side to side, the walls are lined with old shelves, cubbyholes, casks, and vats. A box of bungs, used to tap casks, lies scattered on the floor beneath a collapsed set of shelving. Here and there in the dusty cubbies sits a lonely glass bottle on its side.

The whole room is lined with dark wood, and nothing immediately appears to be moving.

Actions?

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Kazak
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posted 08-08-2001 04:40 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Kazak   Click Here to Email Kazak     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
I load me crossbow and ready to shoot anything hostile.

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Alhandra
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posted 08-08-2001 04:49 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Alhandra     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
quote:
Originally posted by Regdar:
Boot to the door.


[ooc] laughing my a** off
I actually have to get going (studying and taking a networking test in a bit) so since I was already detecting evil in the area, I would continue concentrating to determine whether there is a presence.
If there is, I will determine where it is coming from and relay this information to the others.

Remember, I was already concentrating for a round, and detect evil goes THRU barriers, so shouldn't I be able to tell very soon if there's evil in that room?
At LEAST evil that I would sense through the door - I'm not sure what the walls are made of...

And I make sure Lidda's not evil, of course. [/ooc]

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