D&D 5E (2014) A New Frontier [IC]

[Azurewraith]

Ramas lets the object pull him in, he had mastered the magic within his body...sort of. This stone would be no different.

 

[MetaVoid]

"Oh. The power here is immense!" whatever the thing was, it didn't belong to this world. Which made it interesting to the tiefling.

OOC: What is it? What does it use all that energy on? Is it some kind of energy source? Dwelling? [roll0]

 

[River Song]

Thren peered at the object thoughtfully. "Gentlemen, this is most interesting. I believe this is what Winston described in his treatise 'On matters of Power', as a power node. This is a large power node, larger than any I have read about, judging by the ley lines that run from it there are likely more somewhere on this continent. Based on the size of the node, others could be many miles away."

He pauses, "I don't know what it is used for though."

 

[Azurewraith]

C...cats? Ramas is hardly able to stifle his laughter.

 

[River Song]

Thren seems to ponder Rama's comment quite seriously, "Ley..lines...like giant b.b.ball of yarn.... cosmic...kittens at..ppplay?"

 

[Azurewraith]

At this point Ramas cannot contain his laughter.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Jamestown Colony/Manor House
Morning
Round 0

The spectre returned the attack on Arjhan, but the deft dragonborn turned it aside with his shield, even as another specter appeared behind them, which was promptly dealt with by the others, Tarukka even kicking in a wall to reveal a staircase.

Catching his breath, Arjhan followed the others down the stairs. It led to a massive cavern with a large, glowing arcane stone plinth that pulsed with magic.

Thren seemed to recognize it as a kind of magical power node connected to ley lines.

“So right beneath the manor,” Arjhan mused. “Where it could possibly be tapped? Might be why those above are ghosts and specters.”

The big dragonborn slowly approached the thrumming stone, walking a slow circle around it.

Investigation: 1d20+3 18

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[sblock=Ministats]
HP: 26/27
AC: 18 (chainmail, shield) 16 (without shield)
Spear: +7 1d6+5/P (2H: 1d8+5) Range 20/60
Greatclub: +7 1d8+5/B (2H)
Dagger: +7 1d4+5/P Range 20/60
Light Crossbow: +3 1d8+1/P Range 80/320
Breath weapon (1/R): 15’ cone Con DC 13 half poison
Spells: +5/DC 13

Cantrips: Guidance, Light, Sacred Flame, Thorn Whip
L1 (2/4): (Animal Friendship, Speak with Animals), Bless, Cure Wounds, Guiding Bolt, Healing Word
L2 (1/2): (Barkskin, Spike Growth), Prayer of Healing, Spiritual Weapon
Channel Divinity (1/R)
Turn Undead
Charm Animals and Plants
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[Thateous]

Tarukka's background with elves reminds him of the ritual stones used in various druid circles found throughout the land, however one of this size would be far more powerful than a simple sanctuary spell. As Ramas continues his unnoticed march toward the crystal, poking fun at Thren's cat obsession to the point of uncontrolled laughter, Tarukka notices a sudden increase in the rhythmic flow of the crystal as Ramas get's closer. Where small brighter flurries of light were going to and from the stone, now the lights only head toward the stone. Their frequency and brightness increasing as Ramas grew closer. This revalation comes too late however, as Ramas' laughter is cut short by an agonizing cry.

To the onlooker Ramas was experiencing pain unfathomable, but to Ramas it was absolute ecstasy.

"The power!" Ramas shouts through no control of his own as the ley lines grow brighter. "I CAN... I CAN... I CAN NOT CONTROL IT!!!" he screams as the room grows too bright to bare. A forceful explosion emanating from the stone hurls Ramas into the group as the concussive force knocks you all out.

OOC: Need answers in the OOC thread before we can continue, so please HOLD YOUR POSTS until then. Thank-you.

 

[Thateous]

As your bodies lie scattered by the explosion you share a vision.

"You seek to undo what has already been done? No matter! It is too late, the tide is already coming. Mr. Creed, finish these pests!"

You all slowly begin to regain your senses. Your vision clears and you see that you are all unharmed, but standing by the node is Mr. Creed, The Wraith.

His cold stare, as you all clamor to your feet, raises many question. How long were you out for? Why is he just waiting? No time to think now, here he comes….

OOC: Your move

 

[Neurotic]

"Mr. Creed. No need for violence. If it was really too late, you wouldn't need to finish us. You could be free. And your daughter too. Think of Alice, Mr. Creed. She still loves you and misses you. You can be together again. Just let us interupt this, this...whatever it is." Luthor tries to reason with the thing...but the thing that was a man once, loving father and family provider.
"Your wife awaits you. Help us. And I will pray for your soul to High Captain. Regardless if you help us or not."