(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[InVinoVeritas]

"This place is warm, and I should pack some of my gear," Wawaate remarks. "I had a meal here, a small one, but I will survive for now. It has, however, been a long day for me, involving a fight between dragons, travel across a frozen lake, falling in an avalanche, and arriving here."

 

[Brendan Byrd]

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[OneCrappy DM]

The Hive
You walk down a straight, wide street in the Hive, following a path to the slags. The air is bitterly cold, and rain continues to fall in dull gray sheets, slicking the stone beneath your boots. Ahead of you, a tall, red haired man staggers into view. He wears a battered brown waistcoat, and his long limbs jerk and bounce as he reels forward, moving like a drunken marionette. As he draws closer, you catch his muttering low, frantic, and relentless. “Baphomet… Pazrael… Fraz Urb’luu… Juiblex… Laogzed, yes, Laogzed… Zuggtmoy!” Without warning, the Dancing Man comes to a halt. His eyes go wide, and he screams at you all, “I tell you, I’ve seen it! I’ve seen! The flies take your mind!” Then, as suddenly as the outburst began, he turns away, resuming his feverish chant of names as he lurches down the street and attempts to disappear into an alleyway.

OOC
His chaotic movements and energy is more crazed then that of the average Xaositect/Chaosman. This seems to be a madman.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Mr. Black (mini-sheet)

Mr. Black Perception: 0 Sense Motive: 4 Search: 6	AC: 14; FF: 13; Touch: 11	Spell Slots" 0: [X] [] [] [] [] 1st: [X] [x] [] []
HP: 8 Init: 1	Fort: 2 Ref: 1 Will: 2	Buffs: none

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As the rain pelts down, Mr. Black is thankful it started raining before they left so that he had the forethought to take the time to grab his travelling cloak before they left. He has his hood up against the rain and pulls the cloak tighter around himself. He really can't think of a place more miserable than this.

Seeing the man and his odd behavior, and watching him move out of sight, Mr. Black thinks about the names. He's heard at least one of the names before - an infernal entity. He decides to ask the mimir but then thinks of the demon in the tavern.


"I was going to ask the mimir about those names. But...I won't be invoking powerful demon Lords by saying their names here, will I?"

The last thing he wants is to have the flies take his mind.

He really hated this place.

 

[Brendan Byrd]

The scenery.