Knightfall
World of Kulan DM
OOC: Fort Save: 1D20+13 = [4]+13 = 17
Breva weathers a brief wave of nausea and then stands tall and takes a deep breath of fresh air outside. "Perhaps we should have made use of that stinking hole back inside after all," he comments wistfully. "Does anyone need a bit to eat? It seemed to help?" he asks offering rations and water to prisoner or party member alike.
"I don't think I'm ever going to eat again!" Custodio calls out from the other end of the short corridor."I could use some food and water if you would. I don't think they can eat right now, much less cast magic." The last is directed to Akos, "We'll just have to haul them up. Be careful of the cat familiar. It is in a bad state."
Rhilaseth looks back towards the Vanquisher cleric while tending to Silagord. He helps the young wizard get to his feet and then looks at Vinccenzo. "Your friend is turning green. I don't think he's going to be able to walk much less less climb."
"I feel awful," Silagord says once he's able to stand. He cradles his cat familiar in his arms and then shifts a bag slung over his back to his front and places the cat in the top gently. "It will be alright."
Lowenan waves off Breva's offer of food and water. "I thank you for your kindness, paladin," he says. "But more food and drink is not a good idea right now. I would have used the privy hole if I'd known it would hit me this hard. We were in there too long, it seems."
"Water," Lady Arnona pleads. With her wounds she is in a bad state. When Breva passes her his waterskin, she guzzles down several gulps before passing it back to him. The paladin helps her to her feet.
Silagord drinks as well and gives some to his cat. He seems able to stand with Rhilaseth's help.
Breva passes over the food and water. "I'm glad we didn't stay longer."
The hunger and thirst hits Falen and he continues to pull out and eat rations from his pouch. He activates his everful mug one last time and drinks in all down. {Munch! Munch! Gulp!}"Thank you."
Scotley said:He looks at the changing words and shakes his head. "I can't make anything of that. Does it tell any of you something useful?" He is particularly curious if Lowenan or the Sorcerer is willing to comment.
"Let's hope Phelix hasn't taken advantage of us being trapped here," Custodio croaks. He tries in vain to pull himself up onto his feet. "No... no good." He gasps. "Breva, I'll take some water... but no food. Ooh, no food ever again."Akos is fascinated by the door, but by the time he noticed the reference he was too distracted by the moans of his companions.
"We can try and return later, right now, we need to get back into the city and report - they will be wondering what happened to us."
"It was his plan to prepare more defenses in the enclave while you were distracted here," Lowenan notes. "He will have had time to shore up the enclaves defenses and gate in more creatures from the Far Realm. I doubt he sent his Loyalists for Manifest but Musummaar might have sent out his doppelgangers to try to free that killer." He sighs. "I doubt it would be about recruiting Mani. He'd just get him out of prison and release him back out onto the streets. He has a vicious streak running down his back."
"There will be more Loyalists out on the streets," Lady Arnona adds. "And not just in Old City. They will remain hidden until ordered to attack."
"There is a plan to attack Lord Wellington," Lowenan says. "Phelix wants to either capture or kill the man. Well, all of them really. He sees William Wellington as the next weak link in their chain. That man is so obsessed with the archaeology of Sem La Vah that he often goes out into the ruins without a proper escort. Kelik and his thieves have studied the man's patterns and Loyalists will ambush him when he is at his weakest."
"How many?" Custodio manages to say as he drinks down as much water as Breva can spare.
"Two, three dozen Loyalists... all fanatics to the cause. Maggs will likely be leading them and will be relentless," Lowenan replies. "It has happened already. You can't prevent it. Phelix either has Lord Wellington or the man is lying dead out in the ruins. That was one of Phelix's plans."
"Ba- bastard."
"While I might be willing continue our debate again while waiting to be executed, I'm not in the mood for your banter right now. You have won, and we will all be beheaded or swinging from a noose within a week.Neurotic said:At Lowenan's comment he turns toward the commander
"Do you really think The Five would send just anyone?! I mean, in the span of the week, we captured old city killer, found your hideout, survived three assassination attempts, survived your pet demon and right now, we are returning with you in tow."
"Try to have some hope," Lady Arnona says as she gasps for air. "They may just force us out of the city. Executing guards never looks right to the people."
"For you and Rhilaseth, maybe," Lowenan says as he pulls himself upright. He pulls a potion bottle out of his belt and looks at Vinccenzo. "If I may? It's a healing potion. That damn mimic nearly crushed the life out of me."
Silagord's hand unconsciously goes to his neck.
Tim looks up towards the small hole in the ceiling above. The climb won't be difficult but getting back through the hole might cause him some difficulty. He will have to be very careful and take him time. Luckily, time is no longer a risk to them or to Bluffside. He notes that their isn't any light coming from above. Would it be night time? Early evening perhaps? If time has been moving faster, it could be days later than when they entered.Neurotic said:"Sir Tim, would you please get up the rope first, you're taking enough space for four of us and you are strong enough to keep the captives under control once they are up there. Silagord, Lowenan, do you have levitation magic or some other means to make the ascent easier?"
"I will remove temporarily any nausea you might feel just before you start the ascend. Be quick, it won't last, but you will be able to get up there much faster."
Neurotic said:With that, he returns to the study of the doors until someone that needs help with the nausea comes to the climbing
OOC: again taking 20 on each roll unless the people are fast climbers
Local: 1D20+11 = [12]+11 = 23
Planar: 1D0+11 = [0]+11 = 11
Arcana: 1D20+13 = [12]+13 = 25
1d0
Planar: 1D20+11 = [1]+11 = 12 AARGH! I'm cursed
Akos has never heard of the Labyrinth of Lost Ghosts, but he's certain that the phrase on the doors must be spoken out loud for the double doors to open again. The script is obviously designed to appear to the reader in any of the languages the viewer can speak or understands. That would have allowed Phelix, the DMK, and and anyone else to enter the labyrinth easily. A portal key won't be required to get back in.
Interestingly, the script does not detect as magical if/when Akos uses detect magic to view the door, but considering the name on the door, the Loremaster isn't surprised. Aphogorin was a powerful telepathic psion who lived in the region over 1300 years ago. (The current year is 1472 BR.) He was a shapeshifter of unknown origin and was originally from another land known as Margoth-Nal, a continent far to the west beyond the Sea of Tombé — what is known by most scholars as the Fallenlands.
If Aphogorin created the labyrinth then perhaps he was a devotee of the Ancients. Or after his death (and there is no evidence that Akos has ever seen that says that Aphogorin is still alive), followers of the Ancients found the labyrinth and remolded the portal room to fit their own purposes. Regardless, the labyrinth will be a very dangerous place full of puzzles and traps.
Aphogorin was sometime known as the Oracular Man and is believed to have some sort of connection to an infamous demilich known as Acererak who built the Tomb of Horror, which is believed to be somewhere in the Red Mountains northeast of Bluffside. Depending on the source, Aphogorin was either Acererak's rival or his ally. They were not the same being.
There is some evidence that Aphogorin might also have been a cleric of Zargon. Very few scholars in the western lands of Kanpur have ever heard of Zargon but Akos has heard of the Elder Evil.
Interestingly, the script does not detect as magical if/when Akos uses detect magic to view the door, but considering the name on the door, the Loremaster isn't surprised. Aphogorin was a powerful telepathic psion who lived in the region over 1300 years ago. (The current year is 1472 BR.) He was a shapeshifter of unknown origin and was originally from another land known as Margoth-Nal, a continent far to the west beyond the Sea of Tombé — what is known by most scholars as the Fallenlands.
If Aphogorin created the labyrinth then perhaps he was a devotee of the Ancients. Or after his death (and there is no evidence that Akos has ever seen that says that Aphogorin is still alive), followers of the Ancients found the labyrinth and remolded the portal room to fit their own purposes. Regardless, the labyrinth will be a very dangerous place full of puzzles and traps.
Aphogorin was sometime known as the Oracular Man and is believed to have some sort of connection to an infamous demilich known as Acererak who built the Tomb of Horror, which is believed to be somewhere in the Red Mountains northeast of Bluffside. Depending on the source, Aphogorin was either Acererak's rival or his ally. They were not the same being.
There is some evidence that Aphogorin might also have been a cleric of Zargon. Very few scholars in the western lands of Kanpur have ever heard of Zargon but Akos has heard of the Elder Evil.